#this is from One piece party cover btw

[letmesleep8]

even if I die screaming // elliexreader

CHAPTER 2: To Someone Special

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chapter 1 | chapter 3 | AO3 gets it first

content warnings/tags: subtle homophobia; friends to lovers; christmas love.

notes: hello again, buddies! <3 chapter two is here, thank you for the notes! let me know in the comments in case anyone wants to be tagged in chapter 2 btw

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"Every second counts, I don't wanna watch tv anymore"

— Bags, Clairo

December 24, 2038 Winter

Dear diary, 

Christmas is FINALLY coming up! I've always been a big time Christmas girl but this year it's extra special: Ellie suddenly realized she would not self-combust if she showed up at one of my Christmas parties just once! Well, it's not exactly a party. Mama's gonna be on patrol on the 25th, so I called Ellie, Dina and Jesse over to watch some movies. Dina and Jesse decided they'd spend the holiday with the boy's parents this year for once and Ellie, I believe, felt pitiful and decided to come by. 

I like her. She can be closed off, but she's fun. Cat said she is easy to like when she makes a bit of effort. They had a fight last week and I think I saw them kiss once, maybe twice. Mama's not the biggest fan of Ellie, she says she "doesn't think that's normal". How does she fight literal zombies every week and her biggest fear is a lesbian?

Gonna do some baking now. Hope Ellie likes pie.

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I placed some blankets on the couch and put the best holiday movie I could find next to the player. Our house was always incredibly tidy, I can't stand dusty places. I lit a candle and put the star I made myself on top of the pine. I'm committed to having a Christmas tree every single year, it doesn't matter how hard I find to bring it inside by myself. To me, it's a glimpse of what life was before the outbreak, and I also realized that my mom finds some sense of normalcy in these things. In a world like this, we lack some tradition. My kitchen timer rings and I run to the oven, the apple pie I've made looks great. I carefully take it off the heat and place it on the counter.

"It's a blizzard out here!" I hear some knocking on the door. "I am about to freeze to death!" I walk to the door to find Ellie all bundled up, her tiny nose red from the cold, the calluses on her fingers covered by navy blue wool.

"Come on in, sorry for the waiting", I reply as I brush some of the snow off her shoulders. She enters the house, a thankful gaze as she sees the lit fireplace. The girl takes off some layers of clothing along with her shoes, sitting on the couch.

"You should stop wearing sneakers on the snow, your feet are soaked", I threw her a blanket. "You're gonna get a cold."

She scoffs, "Well, if I ever do I know that I can count on ya' as my doctor", a slight smirk present on her face, still red from the low temperature. I smile and roll my eyes at her, maybe slightly blushed, 'cause my face definitely feels hot. 

I cut each of us a piece of pie and joined her on the couch. “You like Christmas movies?” I smirk. Of course she does, who doesn’t like Christmas movies? Well, I am quickly surprised by her, who admits she’s never watched one.

“I’ve never really been into Christmas n' shit”, Ellie shrugs her shoulders, “not really any holidays at all.”

I look at her, mouth wide open in disbelief. How does one live without ever watching Home Alone? “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do”, I exclaimed, excitedly. I get up from the couch and run over to my dvd shelf. A few seconds later I came back with three more movies for us to watch.

Our plan was to watch all the movies this afternoon but we soon lost focus. We talked for hours while “A Nightmare Before Christmas” repeatedly played in the background, we kept hitting “restart”, saying we were gonna actually watch it this time. Instead, we discussed the simplest of things, drinking tea and sharing Stevie and her warm fur on our laps. 

“Okay, I am not saying they're all dead”, Ellie’s out of breath laugh filled the room. To me, it seemed brighter all of a sudden, as if we had lit the third homemade scented candle of the day. “It’s just a probability, we wouldn’t even know”, she continued.

I threw my head back, laughing. “At least they’re voice actors, it wouldn’t be as weird. Could you imagine running into an infected that looked just like the girl from Pulp Fiction?” I shook my head, trying to erase the thought. “I think I’d pass out.” She laughed while shaking her head.

“You really do not like to fight, do you?” She grinned, teasingly. 

“I don’t think anyone does”, I replied. “Would you still do something like this if we were born before the outbreak?”

She nodded her head “no” without hesitating. I raised my eyebrow, wondering if she was going to elaborate. A moment later, Ellie continues: “Astronaut, I’d like to be an astronaut, maybe a musician.”

I smiled softly, she seemed to have previously thought about this. After a while I, too, respond: “I would like to be a writer, perhaps a teacher. I really like kids.”

I could see in her eyes that had softened her demeanor. She looked into the floor, smiling. “I think you’d be a great teacher, you’re all bubbly and… fucking gentle”, she stated. 

I looked into her, my eyes whispering “is that bad?”. She then gave me a smile that, to me, said “not at all”. Her slow approach asked “can I come close?” My worried gaze declared “this isn’t right”, but the sudden free will of my hands shouted a crystal clear “I object”. My left hand touched her right,I could finally feel the warmth of her fingertips. A good liar could pretend it was only a distasteful accident but I am as true as the sky is blue, so I trace the patterns on her index finger with mine until I could find rest in her palm.

Ellie moved her hand, she was going to hold mine with her palm. My heart is filled with anxiety when, as subtle as a lightning in a dark room, my mom bursts the front door open. “Merry Christmas”, she yells across the room to us with her welcoming smile. I don’t think it was honest.

Some minutes later, Ellie decided it was time for her to go. Mama insisted she took a piece of pie for Joel, so she did. The cold hugged my body as I opened the door for her and she quickly disappeared into the same blizzard she came from. 

[amyispxnk]

You're perfect, baby.

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: insecure reader gets comforted by our favourite man Joel (SFW, comfort, fluff, insecurity with body image, some swears?, pet names 'sweetheart, darling, baby, honey', ..Pls lmk if I've missed any). Btw this is Jackson era because it's my favourite era

Note- this is pretty self-indulgent lmao. Hope it isn't weird- idk. Also there's a little too much backstory tbh, sorry! My fingers just kept typing and I ended up with this.

Word count- 2.2k

Do not copy this work pls and thank ueww

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You stood in front of the mirror, sighing in frustration and sadness. It was the same thing every time. No matter what exercises and diets and other random shit you tried, it was never enough.

Your insecurities were suffocating enough, your appearance constantly on your mind, not being able to go more than 30 minutes without needing to check how you looked. Needing to make sure you still looked good enough to even be seen by people, to just go outside.

But you didn't tell anyone about them either. You didn't tell people why you never showed your skin or why you never wore anything without a thick coat on top of it, trying to cover up your 'terrible' figure at all times. You didn't dress up and wear dresses, not like everyone else did. At parties you'd just stand to the side, awkwardly drinking and talking whilst watching all the other women dancing and laughing and smiling. They were so beautiful, you just.. weren't. At all.

Or so you thought.

That was all until one day, a man and a little girl on horseback came to Jackson. Tommy had made a huge deal of it, and they definitely drew some attention in the town square that morning. You thought his name was Joel.. Yeah, Joel. Joel Miller.

He was a cold man. He didn't open up, didn't talk to people - except for Tommy and Ellie, you noticed - and definitely didn't do relationships.

You couldn't help but fall for him. Who wouldn't? The other ladies made it very clear how attractive they found him at the bar, practically ogling at him when he walked past. You did too, but more quietly, more subtly (you hoped), for you knew you didn't have a chance. You didn't have a chance with.. average-looking men, men who were pieces of shit, men who didn't care - so how could you have a chance with him?

He was beautiful, first of all, with his salt and pepper hair, tan skin with freckles and lines from age decorating it. His beard was not too thick, just some stubble, and it looked perfect on his face. He walked not with intense pride, but with confidence. He knew people feared him, and he didn't care about it. It was good, that's what he was going for.

Not only was he beautiful, but you knew he was kind. Sure, he seemed aggressive, but that was only at the start. It only took a month or so for him to finally loosen up. You didn't even see him that much, only meeting for the occasional patrol, but when you did you could tell. You saw it when he'd start conversations with you. Saw it when he'd offered to teach you things.. Saw it when he walked up to you that night, and started talking to you. Actually talking to you. Outside of patrol, or any sort of formal manner. Just talking to you at one of the parties in the Tipsy Bison.

"Hey, sweetheart." He had said with a small smile, leaning against the wall beside you.

You were surprised to hear him talking to you, initiating a conversation with you for no real reason. "Hi Joel." You had smiled back. It took a few minutes of awkward small talk before you kind of fell into a smooth conversation. Talking about everything before the Outbreak, before Jackson, what you used to do (this is when you learned he was a contractor, and you'd be lying if you said the visual didn't drive you crazy-), and all of that.

When Tommy saw the two of you, saw Joel actually smiling at you and looking at you with such tenderness in his eyes, he didn't let him live it down. He poked and teased Joel when they were leaving, asking about his 'new girl'. Joel told him to fuck off after that, but somehow the two of you ended up on patrol together almost every single time after that.

The both of you figured it was some sort of elaborate plan Tommy had concocted, to get you together just to give Joel an 'I was right all along, I told you so, I knew it' kind of moment - but neither of you actually minded. You were excited, and literally over the moon when he got closer and closer to you. You were friends. And a few weeks after that, he was at your door, looking nervous. Joel Miller. Looking fucking nervous to talk to you.

You had invited him in for a drink, sitting down with him on the couch and waiting for him to explain why he was at your door at 11pm on a random Thursday. Then he said it, said he really liked you, and wanted to go out with you, and thought you were really sweet and pretty and he didn't think he knew anyone more perfect than you. Of course you said yes, and when he left you were practically SQUEALING with excitement, running up to your room to pick out an outfit and plan for the date.

That was how it all started. Now you were here, a few months into a relationship with Joel. You felt like the luckiest woman in the world when he asked you to be his, and you probably were. He was the most caring and loving man you think you'd ever met, he was always thinking of you, always there for you, always listening to you and making you laugh and smile- he was the perfect man.

But there was one thing you still hadn't told him.

It was the thing that brought you to this very mirror at least ninety times a day, that clouded your thoughts every second, that had been with you for as long as you could remember, and was honestly driving you insane. Your damn insecurities.

Now, you weren't one to cry. Not after all the shit you'd been through. It was too vulnerable for you, it left you too exposed. You didn't like that feeling.

So you kept everything bottled up, no matter how close you were with someone, you could just never actually tell them anything. It felt horrible, and it was definitely bad communication, but you couldn't physically do it.

This time, you stood there for too long. You looked for too long. Nitpicked your reflection for too long. You were trying to fix it and trying to make yourself just look better in any way, your mind having a million thoughts racing around it as you tried to figure out why you looked this way, how you could fix it, what you could do better.

You didn't even realise you were still staring until he knocked on your door, calling out your name and breaking you out of the trance. Your thoughts often got the better of you like that.

You threw on a large shirt and some sweatpants before walking downstairs, creaking the door open.

"What's up?" You said through the crack. You didn't really want him to see you like this- you didn't look good, you hadn't prepared or gotten yourself ready.

"Can I come in? Got ya somethin' special." He said with a grin.

He did that a lot. He'd go out on patrol and get stuff that reminded him of you, stuff he thought you'd like or find funny. You kept the mug he'd found for you with a design of a cat wearing sunglasses on it, and kept the comic books too. You also kept the jacket which he found and somehow knew how much you'd love it, the one you wore out literally every time you left the house.

You let him and, closing the door and making your way to the living room where you sat down on the couch, crossing your legs beneath you.

He had a little box which he put on his lap, hands reaching for the cover.

"Okay, I know I normally get you some real dumb shit- but I saw this, and I just had to see you in it." He said as he pulled a dress out.

It was gorgeous. It looked to be made of a satiny material and was a light pink colour, with spaghetti straps and a slit on the right leg.

"Joel, it- it's beautiful." You spoke softly, reaching out to take the dress from him and standing up.

"Go on then, try it on." He said, smiling at the look of awe and appreciation on your face.

But then the look changed. It got a little harder, more sad.

"I don't know.. I don't think-" You didn't know how to explain it without revealing anything. You'd be making yourself too vulnerable, you scolded yourself internally, 'he'll think you're weird and pathetic, just try it on.'

So you took the dress in both hands and smiled at him briefly before going upstairs to change. When you got into it, you looked in the mirror and.. it didn't feel good. You didn't feel pretty. And surely you weren't. It didn't look good on you. You were sure it would look good on anyone but you. Clothes just never fit on your figure nicely, never made you look good or feel good, because you weren't. You didn't look good, and you never would. That's how it was going to be now and forever. Joel would eventually move on from you when he realised you weren't pretty enough, when someone else turned up who looked better. You were surprised noone had yet, surprised he wanted you in the first place. How long would it take for him to leave you, how long until-

"Sweetheart?" His cautious voice sounded as he opened the door slowly. You were crying without even realising it. Well, shit. This wasn't gonna be an easy conversation.

"Um, yeah?" You sniffed, hands rushing to wipe the tears off of your face.

He walked in and turned you to face him, brows knitting with worry when he saw the dried tears on your face. "Baby what's wrong?" He murmured, hands cupping your cheeks gently.

"'s nothing, really. I um- I like the dress, thank you." You were trying to avoid the question entirely, which didn't really work.

"If you don't like it, just tell me.. I can probably go find a new one for ya anyway." Joel offered, trying to figure out what was really wrong as his thumb brushed over your cheek comfortingly.

"It's just- I-" You sighed in frustration. Fuck it. Just say it and get it done with. If he thinks it's weird and stupid then you can cry some more later.

"I don't look good enough." You finally admitted, voice barely a whisper. "I don't look good enough, ever."

He stopped any movement and looked at you for a moment, before speaking again.

"What are you talkin' about? You- baby, you're gorgeous. All the damn time."

"But, everyone else is so much better and I just- No matter how much I try, it never makes me look prettier. I'm just stuck like this and I fucking hate it, Joel." You could feel the tears begging to burst free as you spoke. You were terrified to even tell him this, it was so overwhelming actually saying anything about how you felt aloud.

"C'mere." He said as he pulled you into a tight hug, stroking your hair and pressing a kiss to your hairline before continuing.

"Don't ever say things like that 'bout yourself, honey. I don't care what anyone else says or has ever said, or even what you wanna say 'bout yourself, you're perfect. On the inside and outside. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Don't matter what you're wearin' or anythin' like that. Fuck- you could wear a damn hotdog costume and I'd still be droolin' at the sight of ya." Joel said with a soft chuckle, making you laugh slightly too with another sniff.

He loosened his arms around you and let you step back a bit, before kissing you gently and wiping another tear that had fallen from your eyes off of your face.

"I don't know how long it's gonna take me to convince you, but I just want you to know that I think you're the prettiest lady I've ever seen.. some of the boys 'round here certainly think that too." He said the last bit a little quieter, looking to the side with a flicker of anger in his eyes when he remembered just how eager a group of boys were to get their grubby fuckin' hands on you. As if.

You weren't exactly surprised by his response, you knew he was a good person. Good boyfriend, all of that. He'd have a good, kind response to this. But at the same time you were surprised, surprised because of your own issues making you believe that Joel would turn away from you, thinking you were strange or too difficult to deal with and leave you on the spot.

"'m sorry. I love you, Joel." You said quietly after a moment, looking back up at him.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

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[totowlff]

after party

➝ request: we could get some drunk Toto?

➝ word count: 2,7k

➝ warnings: mentions of drinking and smut

➝ author’s notes: this is his day! and, even though it's already dark, I think it's the ideal time to post this little one-shot. hope you like it. (btw, happy birthday, toto)

Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes met the sunlight streaming in through the crack in the curtain.

You squinted from the way the light stung. Your head throbbed.

You ran your hand over your face and shifted a little in bed, taking a little bit of comfort in the softness of the duvet that covered your body. It took a few seconds for your mind to process the thought, but all it took was your fingers sliding over her skin for your initial impression to be confirmed.

You were naked.

Trying to sit up made your head hurt even more, and your body ached. You felt like you'd been hit by a truck. However, the pain became completely secondary when you noticed your reflection in the mirror at the foot of the bed. Rubbing your eyes, you stared at it, noticing the purple marks standing out on your skin.

One small thing, though — your bedroom had no mirror.

Looking to your left, you saw an armchair, a small table, and a lamp next to the window. The curtains were closed, and you couldn’t see outside. The room’s decor was minimalist, impersonal, maybe a bit cold. Turning around a little further, you can see a bedside table with a lamp and a half-empty bottle of water, with the Metropole hotel logo on the label.

“Why am I at the Metropole?”, you wondered, running your hand over your face again, trying to push away the pain and tiredness you felt, trying to piece together the previous night.

You had left work and gone home; you remembered that much. The day had been a little tiring, but the anticipation of your usual night of cocktails and laughter with your friend in a bar in the center of Geneva gave you the patience to put up with even the rudest of your colleagues. Throwing on one of your best dresses and some dizzyingly high heels, you took a taxi to the bar. You arrived a little later than Swiss etiquette would normally allow. However, lucky for you, your friend hadn’t arrived yet, either.

You just didn't expect that she would never arrive.

Sitting at the bar sipping a gin and tonic, you read the message she had sent you on WhatsApp, a little upset. She had gone out to dinner with her boyfriend, completely forgetting about your almost-sacred commitment. You sat alone and watched the bartender work amid the chatter, laughter, and loud music, something told you to leave. There was no point in staying there alone.

But then, your eyes met his.

The memory made you slowly turn your face to the right side, finding a man lying face down next to you on the bed. His head was turned away, preventing you from seeing his face. You didn’t have to see his face to know that he was the man from the bar last night.

He had approached you almost casually. He was tall, had dark hair and eyes, and a strong jaw. With a smile, he asked, in heavily accented French, if he could sit next to you. He ordered an Old Fashioned from the bartender, and straightened the sleeves of his shirt that were pulled up to his elbows. He asked you why you looked so upset. 

— I usually meet a friend of mine every Friday for cocktails and a chat, but she left me for her boyfriend tonight — you replied, stirring the ice in your drink — Actually, I should be home by now…

— Why did you decide to stay?

— Alcohol is good company, I think.

— I know better company than that — the man murmured, lifting his glass to his lips.

— Who? — you asked, almost naively.

— Me — he replied, with a mischievous smile on his face.

The timeline so far seemed coherent in your head. You went to the bar, had a few drinks and met that man. However, after he claimed to be better company than your drinks, everything turned into a shapeless blur. You just remembered things in flashes — a mixture of drinking, laughter, and kisses, a tangle of memories that didn't make any sense. Thinking about it was just making you anxious, and making your head hurt even more.

You picked up the water bottle and took a sip, washing away the bitter taste that was on your tongue. However, as soon as you leaned over to return the bottle to the bedside table, you heard a pained groan beside you.

— Scheiße — the man growled in German, raising a hand to his head — Warum bestehe ich schon darauf zu trinken?

— Good morning to you too — you murmured, almost unconsciously. He turned his head in your direction, the expression on his face a little confused. If you were surprised to be there, he probably was too.

— Good… Morning — he said, slowly lifting himself up on his forearms. He was squinting at you, his dark hair wild and mussed with sleep.

— Are you okay? — you asked. You weren’t sure why. It was probably to diffuse the tension, but it felt like the right question to ask.

— I've definitely seen better days — the man replied — And you?

— Awful. My head hurts like hell.

— I'm sorry — he said, hesitating for a few seconds. He was gazing at you thoughtfully — Pardon me, but I can't remember your name.

The revelation made you smile. It was embarrassing enough to have no idea what the name of the man who was next to you in bed. However, the fact that he also didn't remember your name makes you feel less guilty, and got rid of the shame of asking him questions.

— Y/N. And you? I… I can't remember either.

— My name is Torger, but you can call me Toto.

Hearing him say his own name caused a new memory to be unlocked in your mind. It was your own voice, repeating his name like a plea, as his lips marked your neck and your nails scratched his back. “We didn't do this”, you thought, feeling a sudden heat run through your skin.

— Can I ask you a question? — you said, in a low voice.

Toto was turning over in bed, rubbing his eyes.

— Yes, of course.

— Are you naked?

Lifting the blanket, he was silent for a few seconds.

— Yes. Are you?

— Yeah.

More silence.

— Do you think we — you started.

— Had sex?

— Yeah.

Toto got up, sitting on the bed. You didn't have any courage to look at him. An uncomfortable tension was building in the pit of your stomach.

— I don't remember — he said, after a few minutes. You started to feel a panic rising. You also didn't have any concrete memories of the night before. Everything was one big blur that tasted like alcohol, lemon, and salt. 

“Tequila”, you thought. Now you were starting to connect the dots, the realization hitting you hard.

— Fuck — you muttered, running a hand through your messy hair, before looking back at the window, trying to figure out what the day was like outside through the small crack in the curtain. Then you remembered something else, looking at Toto with wide eyes — What time is it?

He reached over to the bedside table, picking up his cell phone.

— Half past nine.

Your heart started pounding.

You shouldn't be there. You were late for work.

You jumped out of bed and started looking for your clothes, not without tripping over a pillow and almost knocking over the small table that was under the window. Your eyes roamed the floor in an anxious search for the dress and shoes you were wearing the night before. You found your panties thrown at the foot of the bed and your dress crumpled by the bathroom door.

— What happened?

— I need to go.

— But…

— I’m late for work, I shouldn’t be here — you muttered, as you slipped into your panties. Then, it was time to put on the dress, a daring one by your standards, but you liked it a lot. However, after a few moments of trying to shimmy into it, you heard Toto clear his throat.

— Y/N…

— I don't have time, Toto, I have to go.

— You're trying to put your head through the sleeve.

You stopped suddenly, pulling the fabric from your head and looking at him, who had a mischievous smile on his lips. Then, he turned the phone towards you, the date and time highlighted against the wallpaper that looked like an image of the night sky taken from inside an airplane.

— Besides, today is Saturday.

— Saturday? — you mumbled, confused.

— Yeah. Today is Saturday. Unless you also work on the weekend, I don't think you need to worry about getting to work on time.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed in your underwear, you sighed, your head throbbing with pain again. As you rubbed your temples, you felt Toto touch your shoulder. The gesture felt strangely tender.

— Look, I really don't know what happened last night, especially after that Old Fashioned I had at the bar with you. But the least I can do is ask you to have breakfast with me. Would you like to?

You looked to the side, meeting his gaze. His expression was earnest and kind, his dark eyes looking hopefully at you.

— Will there be black coffee, without sugar?

— If you want — he replied quietly.

— Then, I would.

Smiling, he reached over and picked up the phone, tapping a button to call the concierge. While Toto was ordering room service, you got up and went to the bathroom. Staring at your own reflection, you were a little startled by the mascara and eyeliner marks that were smeared across your face. Luckily, the Metropole was a nice enough hotel to have makeup remover in its standard toiletries, so you scrubbed your face clean, splashing some cool water onto it and patting it dry with a towel. You found one of the fluffy white bathrobes hanging on the back of the door, and put it on. Better than sitting around in your underwear. As you left the ensuite bathroom, you saw Toto had changed as well, now standing there in pajama bottoms and a gray T-shirt, typing something on his phone. “My god, he’s tall”, you thought, as you approached him.

— Breakfast on the way?

— Yes. I also had my assistant get us some painkillers.

You blinked.

— Assistant?

— Yes, my assistant, Charlotte.

— You have an assistant?

— Yes, I do.

— Why?

— Because I have a job that's a little… Complicated.

— How complicated?

He smiled, pushing a strand of your hair out of your face.

— Too complicated to explain in a few words.

You pressed your lips together, a little nervous. “Could it be…”, you thought.

— Is it anything illegal?

Toto laughed.

— Did you think I was a criminal?

— Well, you have the energy of a James Bond villain, you know?

— Just because I'm tall? — he raised an eyebrow.

— Maybe — you smiled — The accent also doesn’t help.

— I've been told that a few times before, actually. But rest assured, it's nothing illegal.

— What is it then?

— Well, have you heard of Formula 1?

Before you could answer, there was a knock on the door. Toto stood up and answered it, only opening the door slightly. Taking the tray handed to him by the concierge, he carried it to the bed, placing it carefully on the mattress. He had ordered quite the spread. You were surprised by the variety of fruits, jams, and breads available. Sitting down next to the tray, you took a grape from it, popping it into your mouth.

— Starting without me? — he asked, a smug smile on his face.

— It was just a grape — you replied, laughing.

— Is it good, at least? — Toto questioned, as he sat down in front of you.

— It's excellent.

You ate without saying much, preferring to let the coffee work its wonders on your headache. Toto selected one of the bagels from the tray, smearing it with strawberry jam. During the meal, he told you more about his job, which basically consisted of leading a Formula 1 team. You didn’t really follow the sport, you only knew a few names, the most famous ones, in this case. But hearing Toto talk about his work, the way his eyes sparkled, was fascinating. You could spend hours listening to him talk.

— And what are you doing here in Geneva? Business or pleasure?

— Both. I came to talk to a sponsor and, yesterday, I took the opportunity to celebrate my birthday at the bar.

— Birthday, huh?

— Yes, I was even with some friends, I think I introduced them to you — he said — Do you remember?

You blinked. You definitely didn't remember being introduced to anyone.

— No — you muttered.

— Wait, let me show you a picture of them — Toto said, picking up his cell phone and swiping through the phone's camera roll. You waited for him to find the right picture. However, his expression looking at the phone made you put down your drink. He looked worried.

— What’s wrong?

— I think I have the answer to the question you asked me here in bed — he murmured.

— Which?

— This one — he handed you his phone, the image on the screen making your heart sink in your chest. It was a selfie of you, completely naked and with your lips parted, while his hand held your neck, apparently squeezing it.

— Oh my God — you muttered, shocked.

— There's more — Toto said — Swipe to the side.

With a trembling thumb, you moved on to the next image, another selfie of yourself, this time with your lip between your teeth and back arched, with Toto poised with his hands on your hips, looking consumed with pleasure. In the next image, you were lying on the bed, Toto's hand squeezing one of your breasts as he penetrated you.

— Wow — you said, somewhat impressed by your own boldness. It wasn't something you typically did, not even alone, let alone with someone you'd just met at a bar.

— There is a video too.

— A… Video?

He pressed his lips together, looking at the phone. You looked at the device and dragged to the next image, this time with a play symbol over it. Tapping the screen to play the video, the silence was filled with your moans and the sounds of your bodies coming together.

— Fuck — Toto muttered — I'm coming.

— Come, let me make you come — you moaned, as the image became even more unstable, the effort visible in both of your breathing.

— Y/N…

— Come for me — you heard your own voice say, as he grunted from behind the camera, releasing himself inside the condom he was using, the image going completely dark, since he had dropped his cell phone on the bed. Long seconds of heavy breathing and a few breathless laughs later, you appeared on the screen again, smiling.

— Happy birthday, Mr. Wolff — you said directly to the camera, blowing a kiss to the lens and ending the recording.

You looked up at Toto, who was suddenly very interested in the label on one of the jars of jam on the tray. He was probably feeling embarrassed about the whole situation, especially since those pictures were on his phone. But, despite being a little embarrassed, the video triggered a new memory in your head. It was vivid and exciting.

After a few kisses and unchaste touches inside the bar, you left for the hotel where he was staying. Already inside the suite and undressed, you had been the one who asked to borrow his phone to take some pictures of you two, as well as the video. Those pictures were the birthday gift you had given him.

— Nice — you murmured, handing the phone back.

— What do you want me to do with them? — he asked seriously.

— What do you mean by that?

— Well, they’re private, and they’re pictures of you. You should decide what you want to do with them.

— Do you want to delete them?

— Do you want me to delete them? — Toto returned the question.

— Honestly? No.

He was visibly surprised.

— No?

— Keep them. Like I said last night, they are my birthday gift to you.

He stared at the phone's screen with a shy smile on his lips.

— I would be happier with another gift from you, Y/N.

— What would that be?

— Your phone number, so I can see you again.

You felt heat coursing through your skin, and your heart fluttering.

— Give me your phone.

He handed over the device almost immediately for you to add your number to his contact list. Once you’d saved your number, you handed the phone back to Toto, an almost malicious smile on your lips.

— Happy birthday, Mr. Wolff.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Like why are you posting about metal guys now and never before? It's obvious you're just a poser and not into the scene.

Child, you did not just play gatekeeper. Not in my house, not on this day. Oh no, you did not.

Firstly, you must be new around here if you think I haven't ever posted about metal guys before. Very new. Granted, I don't always post them too often, or write many stories about them as there's little fandom there to interact with, so that explains that. There's been an upswing in that of late since I found @deathwhoregutfucker and promptly put him in a friendship headlock. I share shit because I know he likes it too, so I have someone to bounce around with regarding my likes.

Now, onto your assumption I am a poser. Sit your fucking arse all the way back down, because I can more or less guarantee (as this ask is giving bitchy young person vibes) I have been tits deep in the metal scene since you were a small child. Likely before. I am the girl in the moshpit with all the guys covered in blood and sweat. I am the girl who had her eardrums blown out when she went to see Motorhead live and was deaf for three days straight afterwards. I am the girl who spent most of her teen years in the crowd at whatever metal show toured through her city. I am the girl who used to run into Barney from Napalm Death at her local metal club and have a chat with him whenever she saw him. He's awesome, btw. I am the girl who partied with Rammstein at their aftershow for her birthday. That's only a small portion of my life as a metalhead, too.

I am that girl.

The next time you decide to come for me, let me give you a one-word piece of advice, lest you make yourself look like a twat around here again.

Reconsider.

[gabessquishytum]

Different ask, this time about courtesan!Hob and his patron Destiny of the Endless, who's the epitome of silver fox. Hes pushing 50 with steel grey hair and neat beards and sleek suits, heir of the family's business empire, with just the classiest, prettiest arm candy around. Hes HOT. Like Hob legitimately gets the hots for him. But also thinking about Hob meeting and falling in lust with every single member of the Endless family. The youngest, Delirium, is his own age, even. Hes technically Destiny's, but the family passes him around like a beloved pet slash stress ball, each of them so sexually appealing in their own way. From Desire's love for fun, hard, rough sex; Dream's LIFE CHANGING pussy, the absolute sweet, romantic INDULGENCE involved with Despair; and the fun, laughter studded sex plays with Delirium. Destiny, Death and Destruction are all absolute MAGNIFICENT doms in different ways btw. Hob is absolutely destroyed for every other future client. How fortunate that the Endless can keep him in furs and sweets for as long as he can conceivably imagine, and he wont need to worry his pretty little head for the rest of his delightful, hedonistic life

YES. HOBSBAND/ENDLESS BICYCLE HOB. Very very happy about this.

Hob lives his delightful life in the Endless mansion with Destiny, but there's a special calendar to which all the siblings have access to. They can "book" a day, or an evening, or a weekend with Hob, and of course there are times where Hob is just invited to hang out with them as a family. You can bet that there a squabbles and arguments over him, but Destiny's word is final. He was the one who found the perfect pet for the family, after all.

Hob is just so happy. Desire takes him to exclusive parties and fashion events, and gives him the most exquisite gifts (usually lingerie). Hob often comes home from outings with Desire with his head spinning, and its always so lovely to spend the day with Despair afterwards. She is so good to him. They have amazing sex in the bath and he spends hours worshipping between her legs. He's almost sad when Destiny comes knocking on the door to take him for dinner, but the sadness doesn't last. He gets to sit on Destiny's lap and be fed the tastiest morsels of food, and afterwards he knows that he'll kneel on the carpet and warm his patron's gorgeous cock with his mouth.

Death works so hard, but when she comes to take a turn with Hob she always makes it last as long as she can... literally. Hob gets edged all day long while he serves his beloved mistress. Sometimes he's even allowed to cum for her! If not, Death makes sure to pass him off to Delirium so she can help him let off steam. She likes to bring him presents, too. Fun sex toys, or whimsical art pieces. She spoils him really, but that's what she likes to do. He loves making her happy.

Destruction isn't around as much as he'd like - he has art shows all over the world. But when he can, he takes Hob out to bars and clubs to let him dance. Usually with a vibrator stuffed inside him. He likes to watch Hob move, says that it inspires his art. And he also likes to fuck him in dark corners, crowded into the wall where no one will see.

Then there's Dream. He more or less lives at the mansion too, and everyone jokes that he's Hob’s favourite. It's only because everytime someone goes looking for Hob during his free time, he's inevitably found with his mouth on Dream’s pussy. He's like an addict, bless him. And Dream only encourages him by walking around in skirts that barely cover his arse. He's a good boy and always stops when he has other duties to perform, but Hob certainly has a preference for Dream’s pretty little cunt.

He's a spoiled pet, really. And there are all sorts of whispers about the Endless family and their habit of sharing. But who could blame them? He's perfect for everyone. And he does such a good job of uniting the family. He really is a little blessing!

[hazbin-proship-central]

as a valangel enjoyer i just wanted to share some valangel hcs

one of my fav hcs i have is that sometimes val will burn angel with his cigarettes whenever angel "misbehaves", but angel's fur covers up the burns well so no one notices

i also hc that angel's gold tooth came from one time when val punched him, val accidentally knocked his tooth out, and since val has a gold tooth as well he took it as an opportunity to have him and angel match

another thing i like to imagine, is that val and angel probably first met when angel and cherri were partying it up at a club one night, and i like to imagine maybe cherri had encouraged angel to talk to val (not knowing val was, y'know, a piece of shit) and so i like to imagine cherri partly blames herself for angel being in the situation he's in now, which is a part of the reason she always does what she can to help him or take his mind off things

and lastly, this one is a kin memory but regardless, in my memory val and angel had sex the night they met, like, mind-blowing good sex, and val was like "hey ;) ;) ;) you could be having sex like this all the time ;) ;) ;) if you just,,, y'know ,,, signed a contract with me ;) ;) ;)" and angel was tempted but hesitant at first, and so basically val offered him a week to work in the studio, no contract, just so he could see how he liked it, and that first week before he signed the contract everything was good, so he signed only for things to start getting worse and worse after he signed

also btw love ur account :] i think this is my first time sending in an ask but i've been following ur account for a while now and love all of ur posts

also i hope me adding a kin memory in with my hcs is okay!!! kin memories often influence a lot of my hcs i'm sorry ;;

Hi! Im glad you're enjoying my posts! I have a lot of fun reading what you guys send in. The Hazbin fandom can be so stuck up on being "moral" when it comes to ships and whatnot, and I think us proship/profiction hazbin fans deserve a place to express ourselves and have fun, outside of Ao3 lol.

That ValAngel cigarette headcanon is GOOD. I like that. Very angsty, also would be a good tactic for Valentino to "train" Angel (as you said, burning him when he misbehaves) into being and acting how he wants him to act. Also the gold tooth one is lovely too. What can I say? I love seeing fictional characters being used and abused haha

The Cherri headcanon makes a lot of sense! She gets so angry at Valentino for treating Angel so badly, then she remembers she was the one who indirectly got him into that situation in the first place. It just adds onto the pile of whatever other stressors shes dealing with that cause her to drug herself silly. She doesnt want to deal with the guilt.

Also, yeah you can share kin memories! i dont know much about fictionkin/otherkin, if that is even the right term for me to use, but youre welcome to share your kin memories here!

[new-tella-us]

Oh yeah. I keep forgetting to post this draft. So I made sketches of Mika’s parents. I kept David mainly the same but Laura got a lot of changes including becoming a lot more relevant and intimidating to specifically the boys. I should probably finally go over David and Laura’s story but I’ll be brief…ish. It’s mainly about Laura btw as David lives a generally average life.

David is the son of CEO and Warlock Harold Anderson. He too, once, was a warlock practicing demonic magic as his father did. It was basically a family tradition. He would stop the practice all together when Laura was pregnant with Mika for reasons more relevant to Laura’s entire overhaul. He is aware of demons, angels, devils and the like but his distance from his father’s magic makes him susceptible to magical influence.

Now…Laura. For the longest time I’ve been saying that Laura isn’t completely human. But I never specified what she was. She is a nephalim. Same as Saero. Only she’s half angel-half human. Her father is long gone but she does have two living family members, her mother and half brother. These two are only relevant in James’ route where if you were to get the bad end, it would be revealed that the brother managed to convince the angel of destiny to return Mika to her mother.

But what happened to her? How did she end up marrying a human? Long story short, she got curious about the human world and the origins of her father. She attempted to go to the human world only to accidentally end up in the Abyssal Plains. This takes place six years before Mika’s birth. Demons don’t take kindly to angels and especially not the Demon Lord. Next thing she knew, she was in a cell for a year. Over that year, she did attempt a few escapes that didn’t work. She would lose a wing and an eye (hence the hair covering said eye) as “consequence”. It was only when she started talking to one of the prisoners, a woman draped in a red cloak, that she found her way out. The prisoner offered her a means to escape that she was going to take herself, Laura graciously took it and ran off.

One of those “means” was a spell to summon a portal to the human world for real and so, she ended up on earth. She was battered, bruised and injured but escaped. And then she met David. And the rest is history. She didn’t tell David the full story until she felt like she had to so her unborn child wouldn’t be exposed to demonic magic or magic at all and make the same mistakes she made. David, out of both respect for his wife and a new hatred for the cruel demons that would hurt her, stopped using magic and demanded his father do the same or never speak to his child. It was one of the many wedges in their relationship.

So Mika is 25% angel and I’m not just using that as a “fun fact”. I added a piece of lore that says that angels can’t be enthralled. Laura is completely immune to enthrallment and Mika is resistant. This closes the plot hole I notice where those who were enthralled would not be aware that they were being enthralled but Mika was aware even if she couldn’t resist. This is the reason behind that. As for how this would change the housewarming party, from Mika’s perspective (aka Seduce Me 1) it wouldn’t change. In front of her daughter, Laura would pretend to be enthralled and not question the boys.

However, there could be a cutscene or episode that reveals a moment where Laura walks away from her family and towards one of the boys, the one she suspects is trying to control her. And who would that be other than Sam and Erik, the two that opened the door in the first place.

Oh yeah! Another lore thing. Angels and sense demon magic and link it to said demon. Demon magic has a sort of aura that can linger on people that demons have used their magic against. Aka, Laura can see that Sam and Erik did…something to her daughter and she’s not happy.

[heartfullofleeches]

Just went through all the sucrose asks to see my favourites and now I'm fucking scarred for life what the fuck is wrong with us people. ( The choke hold Orion, Host and The executioner have on me cannot be described by words btw)

(Sucrose is one of my favorite creations, but the worse when it comes to everything else. Once again, happy birthday and I hope you enjoy this little piece with everyone's least favorite host)

You prepare for the day's showing as usual. Host stops by your dressing room to wish you a good day with a smooch to your forehead before he's off to finish getting ready him. There's no indication that today's show will be any different than usual. Your attire was a bit flasher than normal, but not much else besides that.

A sparkly fabric cut in your preferred style of fit and color, matched with a necklace that harbors your birthstone. It fit your form perfectly, and one of the stagehands helping you get ready gives you a thumbs as you walk from behind the dressing booth.

Once finished with the preparation, you head over to the curtains that lead to the center stage. You can see light poking from them, but as you step outside the floor is dark. Every seat is empty as well. You look around confused.

"Host? Where are you.. and everyone else?"

"Right in front of you, starshine."

Suddenly, the lights flicker back on, followed by the faint pop of confetti cannons and a shower of balloons around you. The crowd roars in cheer; dozens of silhouettes now fitted with birthday hats and party horns between their lips. Two stage hands rush from behind the curtains and place a birthday sash around you along with a crown on your head.

Your face is mirrored on various screens around the stage. In front of you, there's a large cake almost for times your size. The top three layers splatter onto the floor as Host bursts from a compartment in its center. He wears a polka dot suit the same color as the party hat he wears; welding a smaller, but equally if not more appealing birthday cake. He strolls up to you as the candles atop it burst with small flames.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart! I'm almost 98% sure that it is today because I honestly don't know shit about how your concept of time works, but I've been trying my best to keep track. We're all so happy to have you here. The show, and I, wouldn't be work a damn without you. And that's a fact. I know cake is normally saved for last, but we like to live to the fullest here so blow out this candles and let's get this show on the road."

You blow them out, everyone cheering as you do. Host leans in, covering his hand with his mouth as he whispers. "Word of advice. Don't eat any of the larger one. I tried to make it myself, and well, let's just say there were a few casualties in the tasting portion."

He stands up straight, pointing to the crowd. "You can thank Leonard over these for the decorations.. and making the edible one."

The shadow in question waves at you, wearing an apron around its neck. Host wraps an arm over you, squeezing you gently in a hug.

"It really has been such a treat to be with you. We hope this little celebration is enough to show you just how much you mean to us, and that you'll stick around for whatever else is to come. Things wouldn't be the same without you."

Host pats your shoulder as he let's you go. "Let's continue with the festivities, shall we? I did some research and put together some things I thought you might enjoy. I hope you like your outfit too. I heard of a little thing called a birthday suit, but wasn't able to find out much about it. Maybe you can tell me what it is.. for future reference."

[animebaby00]

Halloween Date With The MHA Boys' + Their Favorite Candies

Happy (early) Halloween ! I wanted to push this out for you guys now since I won't have time tomorrow.

Hope you all enjoy this sweet Halloween treat !

(Oh and btw, be prepared for the favorite candy sections to be a little on the...punny side >.<)

Izuku Midoriya:

Would undoubtedly wanna go trick or treating with you like the dorky adorable little broccoli boy he is. 

Aside from also being a child at heart, your answer is obviously yes because let's be honest…

Who's gonna say no to free candy???  

You make it a date and decide to get ready at his apartment, deciding to go out a little later when there are less children around and more people that are around your age.

You both decided on wearing complimentary costumes because #couplegoals. Angel and devil, police officer and inmate, doctor and nurse. You get the picture. But the costumes don’t hide everything, and you still get asked for autographs by a few very perceptive children. You and Izuku don’t mind in the slightest though, as it only adds to the fun. 

Admiring all the Halloween displays and decorations with a collection of selfies in front of the best ones. His favorite consists of you and him in front of a giant, orange, glowing cat that's in the shape of a pumpkin. 

You find out that a lot of older couples live in his neighborhood and you both get endless compliments about how cute you both are together and it leaves Izuku a stuttering mess while you laugh and give them your thanks. 

Oh and he holds your hand the ENTIRE time, swinging it back and forth, only taking breaks when the walkway to the houses are too narrow for you both to walk through.

Will hold your candy bucket for you when it gets too heavy. Because he will make sure you guys hit EVERY house.

“Izuku?”

“Yes Y/N?”

“My feet hurt.”

That’s literally all you have to say before this boy lifts you up and carries you back to his apartment where it's candy and cuddles for the rest of the night. And though Halloween was over, you didn’t miss Izuku mumbling in his sleep about what kind of costumes you would both dress up in next year.  

Izuku's Favorite Candies: Nerds, Sweet Tarts, Cry Babies (lol), Pez (especially the ones with the All Might themed dispensers), Sugar Babies, and Life Savers.

Bakugou Katsuki:

Despite being such a hothead, Bakugou can actually find it in himself to enjoy Halloween.

During the day, he has fun scaring the living shit out of his classmates with spooky masks, regardless of how much backlash he gets. He gets you a few times as well, but it's obvious he goes a bit easier on you because you’re, and he quotes, “One of the few people he can actually tolerate.”

He had invited you over that night to spend the evening with him so you thought maybe you were gonna go to a Halloween party or some spooky graveyard…

But when you got to his house, the last thing you were expecting was to see a mountain of scary and Halloween themed movies piled high on the coffee table in his living room, along with a bowl of popcorn, soda, a selection of candy, and Bakugou with a shit eating Jack-o-Lantern grin on face. 

“Are we…gonna watch all of these?”

‘Well duh. Why? You got something else to do?”

Shocked you were indeed, but the excitement was overflowing.

It was hard to pick which movie to watch first since he had such an extensive collection, but you both decided to kick things off with the classic “The Nightmare Before Christmas”. 

After that, “Carrie”, “IT”, “Annabelle”, even some of the “Saw” movies. 

Name it, and Bakugou had it. 

You sat on the sofa between his legs the entire time, bowl of popcorn in your lap, and you silently fed him pieces of the salty snack while he unwrapped and fed you bits of candy. 

It was the perfect way to spend Halloween and you wished you could have gone at it all night, but after the 7th film, you had promptly knocked out against Bakugou’s chest, popcorn bowl empty. But instead of waking you up, he merely shut off the T.V and covered both your bodies with a blanket, kissing your forehead.

“Happy Halloween…idiot.”

Bakugou's Favorite Candies: Pop Rocks (cuz little explosions), Starbursts, Blow Pops, Atomic Fireballs, Sour Patch Kids, and WarHeads (he likes to challenge himself with the sour stuff).

Shoto Todoroki:

Ohhh Shoto…our dear little Shoto…

It doesn’t come as a surprise to you when he comes up to you after school and asks you why the school’s halls and classrooms are decorated with pumpkins and little paper ghosts and black and orange streamers. Why some people are already exchanging candy and telling scary stories at lunch.

You simply smile and say, “It’s Halloween!”

“Oh…”

It’s not that he didn’t know what Hallowen was, he explained to you. He just wasn’t accustomed to it or aware of what occurred during the holiday itself. And with how he grew up, it made sense. So you decided it was time to change that. 

You told him to meet you at your apartment at 5, not giving him any more details than that, and when he arrived, you took him by the hand and led him towards one of the best places you could possibly think of to give him a proper introduction to the spookiest night of the year. 

The Pumpkin Patch. 

Upon arriving, Shoto seemed absolutely awestruck at all the different things there were to do. You hadn’t been at the Pumpkin Patch awhile yourself so it was a super nostalgic feeling, almost like it was your first time there. So you made sure to make the most of it. 

The corn maze, hayride, petting zoo (to which you found out that Shoto is a major softie for animals), and of course, pumpkin carving. There was a section of tables laid out for guests to sit at along with a collection of different tools to use, so you helped him pick a pumpkin and gave him his first carving lesson. 

It was so cute watching his expressions. How his brow would furrow when he tried removing the guts and how his tongue would poke out when he began working on the face. You almost forgot you had your own pumpkin to carve. 

You both finished in a reasonable time and left in the later evening, hand in hand as the stars twinkled above you. 

“So what did you think? Did you have fun?”

You were expecting a nod, or a quick little hum. 

But he straight whisked you off your feet and into his arms, and the smile on his face was allllll the confirmation you needed. 

Shoto's Favorite Candies: Junior Mints, Twizzlers, Hot Tamales, Sno Caps (perfect right?), Raisinets, and Peppermints (literally Shoto if he were a candy) 

Eijirou Kirishima:

It’s obvious to anyone that sharkie boy looooves Halloween. 

He’s claimed to you on several occasions that it’s his favorite holiday and that getting the chance to spend it with you only makes it better. 

And how does Eijirou spend Halloween? Two words.

Haunted Houses. 

“There’s a spot in my neighborhood where people set up all different kinds!” he tells you, “And they take up the whollllllle block. It’s a blast!”

And thus the date was a foot. Because you loved haunted houses too. (A/N: Sorry if you don’t! This was just the first thing that came to mind >.<)

He picked you up that night and away you went, ready to get your scare-factor on. 

Now, as much as you loved haunted houses, you weren’t going to lie. They could get a little freaky sometimes.

But leave it to Eijirou to fix that problem right up. 

“If you get scared babe, just let me know!” he pointed to himself with a grin, “Afterall, I wouldn’t be much of a man if I can’t protect the person I care about most!”

And you weren’t about to say no to the invitation. 

You stuck to him like glue, laughing and screaming through every house you went through, even going through them more than once because of how much fun you were both having. 

It was well into the night before you both decided to call it, your throats raw and blood pumping from the adrenaline. But even in your stupor, Eijrou still managed to take your breath away once he brought you back to your apartment, his arms circled around you in a goodbye hug.

“And just think,” he whispered brightly, kissing your cheek, “When we get married and start living together, we can set up our own haunted house!”

You bury your burning face in his neck. 

“E-Eiji!”

Eijirou's Favorite Candies: Rock Candy (duh), Jawbreakers, Crunch Bar, Red Vines (ofc he'd like a candy with part of his hero name in it), Rocky Road Bar, and Everlasting Gobstoppers.

Denki Kaminari:

As far as Denki is concerned, you can’t celebrate Halloween without a good time. And to him, the best way to do that is with a party!

His family throws one every year apparently and he’ll want to invite everyone he knows over to his place for the event, and that includes his ray sunshine. 

Hint, hint. That’s you. 

“You’ll come right? You have to! Please, Y/N, please!”

He’s so adorably persistent, eyes all puppy dog wide and hands folded. Your answer is obvious, and it had his sending sparks of happiness throughout the cafeteria where you both currently resided.. 

“D-Denki! Calm down or else you’ll-”

“EHEHEHEHEHEH!!!!!”

Jirou’s laughs echoed in the background and you stifled a groan as you began your trek to the nurses office with your short-circuited boyfriend dangling against your shoulder. 

Halloween rolled by over the course of a few days, and upon arriving at Denki's residence, you were completely in awe of the change of scenery. 

What was once a normal looking house was now an area that practically screamed ‘Halloween’.

Costumes, decorations, snacks, bowels filled with candy, games, music, even a wooden barrel for bobbing for apples! 

The Kaminari family sure took things to the extreme, but nonetheless, it was still loads of fun. 

All of your classmates showed up, as well as a few other members of Kaminari’s family from different cities. 

So of COURSE, he had to introduce you to everyone. 

“This is Y/N,” he would say proudly, “The cutest, most amazing, most wonderful, most beautiful, most talented most-mmph!”

You loved him. You really did. But that didn't stop you from making a mental note for something you never thought you’d need for future reference. 

Not only are candy apples delicious, but they work wonders for shutting people up. 

Denki's Favorite Candies: Dum Dums (if you know you know), Whatchamacallit, Airheads (again, if you know, you know), Goobers, Laffy Taffy, and Snickers.

[make-your-own-evil]

Hi I'm new to ur blog and I was wondering if I could have btas dork squad (aka Scarecrow, Riddler, and mad Hatter) with a s/o who has a special pocket watch that allows them to travel to different dimensions at different time periods? And the funny part of that every time they come back home their wearing new clothes from said time period and holding a gift basket full of their dorks favorite items or things s/o thinks they would like? Fem or gender neutral ❤❤

❤ anon

this is such a cool ask??? i have never written anything like this before so i am excited to challenge myself, but im also nervous to see how it turns out! i think ill do a fem reader since ive done gn for the past few asks (im assuming you want headcanons btw)

note: feel free to reblog! just give credit when necessary :)

(ps i ADORE reading tags, comments, reblogs 🥰)

BTAS! Dork Squad x TimeTraveler!Fem!Reader

Mad Hatter:

he is your number one fan! he thinks you and your fancy, time-traveling pocket watch are truly the bees knees. you constantly keep him in awe

begs you to take him with you :( if youre only able to travel by yourself then he waits patiently for you to get back

travel to the mid to late 1800's England! in the times of lewis carroll, victorian tea parties, fancy attire 😍

you reappear in his hideout, not wearing the clothes you left in, but a beautiful blue day dress with silky fabrics! his face is beet-red and surely there would be smoke coming from under his hat if it were possible!

not only are you dressed head to toe as a noble lady for a tea party for two, but you also brought him gifts?

oh be still his beating heart! when you thought it would be impossible for him to smile any wider, he did! bring him old books, (technically) new clothes, trinkets, hats and new tea sets!

no matter which time period you travel to, he sits you down and asks you a million questions and begs you to tell him everything!

stares at you in awe and wonder while holding your gloved hands as he hangs onto your every word

looks like this the whole time :O

Scarecrow:

BLACK DEATH BLACK DEATH BLACK DEATH >:)

do you really want to tickle the spooky mans fancy? travel anywhere from 1347-1351 in Europe.

he is fascinated by your pocket watch and demands to know how it works

as a demonstration, you disappear from his lab and suddenly reappear later wearing a red stitched gown that looks more like a long tunic. a white cloth veil covers your hair

he has his clipboard in hand

if he wasnt fully convinced of your time traveling device, you decide to bring him some gifts!

PLAGUE DOCTOR TOOLS!

in your little medieval basket you have a mask, blades, gloves and even a jar of leeches!

proposes that you join forces! he doesnt know how you could help him exactly but your little pocket watch is pretty nifty

he asks you to go to more time periods and bring him back things for his "experiements"

YES theyre for his experiments and totally not for self indulgent purposes >:(

Riddler:

future babeyyy

do you want to truly impress him? bring him back some pieces of tech that he can tinker with!

he doesnt believe you at first when you try to tell him about the pocket watch

once you disappear and reappear with goodies, now hes invested!

you show up wearing a green and black body suit in fabrics he has never seen before!

you bring back a phone that uses a 7G network system, newspapers with major events, a laptop with a 2 petabytes of storage that is no thicker than a half inch, books and movies that havent even been released yet and more!

he asks you VERY technical questions that you probaly dont have the answers to

have you met your past/future self? how does your watch work?isnt this going to destroy the space-time continuum? what if you die while traveling?

like scarecrow, he is probably going to make you go off and scavenge for things he would find useful

i am 100% confident that this riddler could reverse engineer just about anything. with your powers combined, nothing stands in your way

[heliophxle]

okay so my twin @saturnisonf1re made me watch headless today and i am SO INSANE

so ive been watching shipwrecked since poe party AND THE EFFORT THAT WENT INTO HEADLESS IS ASTRONOMICAL

like… the shots, the script, the characters, the actors, MARY KATE WITH A SWORD??? it was so incredible to watch. the twist? freaking GOBSMACKED.

and brom and mathilda??? was so fun?? and kat was so good omg. i sensed much homosexual energy from mathilda towards kat i need a minute.

like the absolute TRAGEDY of mathilda trying so hard to save the only person that mattered to her (super gay btw) but in the ending choosing not to because maybe Ichabod wasn’t so bad. the SUBTEXT of Ichabod making mathildas life worth it without kat? its almost (definitely is) shakespearian.

and the little family shot at the end? where brom and mathilda could move on from kat TOGETHER??? and ichabod was teaching highschool?? that ending was so powerful in that everyone got they wanted/needed. mathilda got her store and somebody to support her in the way she wished kat would’ve. brom got the wife he wanted, but also someone who would support him (other than his babes) Ichabod moved up a level, both physically (middle to high school) and mentally, as he is no longer a newcomer but rather a returning citizen.

and the fact that the fake book is a reoccurring object?? its GOT TO be alluding to the message/theme of ‘dont judge a book by its cover’ that we see with all the characters. brom appears to be a shallow, fake character but turns out to be a supportive, loyal friend who genuinely wants to be better. ichabod seems like a loser (which he is, affectionately) but is actually a key piece in the puzzle and the worthiest of his bloodline. kat is self explanatory, although her character is so nuanced and layered that she deserves her own post. mathilda seems gloomy and as if she doesn’t care about anything but really cared a lot. and henrietta hudson was a woman, not a man like everyone assumed.

speaking of assumed, brom is one of my favourite characters, and i loved how it didn’t seem as if he was genuinely upset at himself for messing up Ichabods court case BUT HE WAS. we just assumed he wasnt. he is my favourite male wife and gabe is so freaking funny

this is a masterpiece of cinema, and honestly the most impressive thing, as a creative myself, is the fact that they got past the “this would be cool to make” phase and actually finished the project!

it’s truly unlike any other show on youtube, in the best possible way

[roxannepolice]

Ooh, I've been thinking about Mozart lately! I'd love to hear your thoughts/feelings on him if you have anything you'd like to talk about 💜

I mean, talking about music is supposedly like dancing about architecture, and I'm no Nijinsky... and I should clarify that my thesis was specifically about Milos Forman's biopics, i.e. Amadeus and Goya's ghosts... so I guess the good part is that a "fictionalized" Mozart is arguably more appropriate to blorboify 😅

And the truth is I absolutely love Mozart's music, largely thanks to Forman's film. I think it managed to convey the pure genius spot on, not just in showing baby Wolfgang playing flawlessly with his eyes covered or exclamations of how there are no corrections on his sheets (which... I've been to Mizart museum in Vienna. It's freaking true. That guys really wasjust transcribing what was already in his head), but perhaps most in one of my favourite scenes in cinema history, that is Mozart vamping up Salieri's march:

Just... the moment a... Decent. Good. Better by a mile than what most people will write in their lifetime! piece of music turns into something so purely brilliant that hits something going beyond conscious mind, or culture or history, and just... touches the moment beauty crosses the line of aesthetic and becomes a value in its own right???? AND ALL THAT FROM LISTENING ONCE TO A VERY POOR PERFORMANCE (honestly, tons of ink were spilled for F. Murray Abraham and Tom Hulce, and justly so, but shoutout to Jeffrey Jones for the performance that in one of my better choices of words I described as "majestically unaware of his own mediocrity")???!!!! This explains what pure genius is in a way that no cognitivistics ever could!

(This was one of my major statements in the thesis, btw. One of the biggest questions regarding biopics if you can bend historical facts for a story. And I get how that's a problem, but can you convey the pure genius basing on something that isn't already genius? Because the two "improvised" pieces in Amadeus are both in fact music already written by Mozart, with the "march" being the aria Non piu andrai and the "Bach-like" melody in the party/fart scene is Vivat Bacchus. If you already have a contrast between, again. Decent. Good. and GENIUS, should you really avoid an analysis of what's the difference? Incidentally, neither Shaffer nor Forman say Salieri did in fact murder Mozart)

I think if anyone's looking for someone who did have a Nijinsky skill in writing about Mozart, I really recommend Norbert Elias's Mozart: sociology of a genius. He formulates a sort of sociological look on how genius comes to be. Not so much in a "oh, it's actually all about habitus and people maintaining concepts of beauty to serve their own purposes" or "how to raise a genius" (incidentally, if you're looking for "how NOT to raise a kid" look no further than Leopold Mozart), but really digging into "not denying some unique gift, what social circumstances allow this gift to bloom?"

I just think Mozart's music is the epitome of joyfulness that's profound. It grasps the essential unseriousness of life while keeping its importance to each individual. Makes the everyday into an ideal, without stripping or objectifying anything. It gives a sense of connection that remains thoroughly introspective. It's mathematically perfect while quintessentially human. It is, indeed, how God hears the world.

[rabbitechoes]

there were some cool singles this week!!! especially the new FKA twigs single holyyyy shit. also, my write-ups this week are a little messy because i was veryyyy busy, but maybe i'll go back and edit them soon :3 click here for last week's post!!

also feel free to follow me on rate your music and twitter <3

"World Tour (Aquafina)" | "Lightyears" - Juice WRLD

◇ released: Sept. 9, 2024 ◇ featured on The Party Never Ends (not yet released) ◇ genres: trap, emo rap

I wasn't going to write about this because it's yet another posthumous album from Juice WRLD, but holyyyyy fuck look at that cover. Like what an aesthetic nightmare. I would be rolling in my grave. Genuinely one of the most visually unappealing album covers I've seen in a while. Anyway, these songs aren't anything special.

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"The Day the Party Died" - Kendrick Lamar

◇ released: Sept. 11, 2024 ◇ genres: conscious hip hop, west coast hip hop

On 9/11, Kendrick Lamar dropped a track on his Instagram - I fucking hate this practice btw, but whatever - that was untitled, but was coined "The Day the Party Died" by various media outlets. This is Lamar's first piece of new music since both his dominant victory against Drake in their beef and him being announced as the performer at next year's Super Bowl Halftime Show. This song serves as a nice epilogue to the events of this year. It's meditative and a bit remorseful. Lamar laments the state of hip hop and how it makes a spectacle of these feuds. He also takes accountability for contributing to this, it's not exactly a rebuke of his actions, but more-so a reflection. Is Lamar in any position to make these observations? That's up to the listener. I found it compelling personally. Lamar is not the collective moral compass, he is not our savior after all. Hopefully this signals the end of this chapter and Lamar can move on to something else soon. The party is dead.

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"Talk talk featuring troye sivan" - Charli xcx & Troye Sivan

◇ released: Sept. 12, 2024 ◇ featured on Brat and It's Completely Different But Also Still Brat (not yet released) ◇ genres: dance-pop, future house

Charli xcx is gearing up for Brat autumn it seems with this new version of "Talk Talk" with Troye Sivan - right in time for their joint tour together. This is fun. I really love the house elements on this remix, but Sivan's presence doesn't do much for me. Alongside this single the announcement of a full Brat remix album was announced so that's exciting! Not the best remix, but I'm still excited to hear whatever remixes are coming down the pipeline

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"Lowdown" - Michael Kiwanuka

◇ released: Sept. 12, 2024 ◇ featured on Small Changes (not yet released) ◇ genres: psychedelic soul, psychedelic rock

Michael Kiwanuka is gearing up for a new album later this year. These two new tracks, both parts of "Lowdown," are sleek psychedelic soul cuts. They sound timeless and Kiwanuka's voice is so lovely on the ears. The instrumentation is also pretty great, especially on the second part which is just an instrumental. It delves more into a psychedelic rock sound, but it's so mesmerizing. The strings are a nice touch as well. I'm really loving this, super excited for his new album.

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"Run It" - clipping.

◇ released: Sept. 12, 2024 ◇ genres: industrial hip hop, acid techno, hardcore hip hop, industrial techno

I'll be honest, I've never been the biggest clipping. fan, but that could very well be attributed to a lack of trying. Hearing "Run It," it might be time to give them another shot. This track is awesome. I love the beat here, leaning into both industrial hip hop and techno sounds to make this really cold atmosphere. There's just so much energy to this track. I also really love the verses from Daveed Diggs here, which surprised me because I believe his rapping was the reason I didn't click with them in the first place. I was probably being dumb, I'll realize it sooner or later. Anyway, this is an incredibly solid cut and here's hoping I'll become a full-blown clipping. fan in the near future.

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"Nobody Knows" - Shawn Mendes

◇ released: Sept. 13, 2024 ◇ featured on Shawn (not yet released) ◇ genre: americana

What the hell is he doing? Shawn Mendes's weird pivot to rugged Americana music is awkward as hell to say the least. He's not a convincing singer-songwriter, it just sounds like he's being obnoxiously moody and melodramatic. Don't have any high hopes for this new record, but what the hell, it's not like I was anticipating much from him anyway.

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"Eusexua" - FKA twigs

◇ released: Sept. 13, 2024 ◇ featured on Eusexua (not yet released) ◇ genre: art pop, trance, progressive trance

FKA twigs has returned with the lead single and title track to her upcoming album Eusexua. If this single and the snippet that plays the beginning of the incredible music video attached to it is any indication, we might be in for an unbelievable record. Twigs has an amazing track record and that continues to be the case here. This is music that feels necessary, it just feels like you need to hear it. You need to enter the soundscapes Twigs creates with her music - there's not much like it. The production this track is unreal and twigs is as ethereal as ever. It's so sensual and honest in a way that feels a bit too real. It's like she's singing directly to you, even if she's speaking of her own experiences in an extremely visceral way. No one is doing it like her and that remains to be seen on this song. I'm sort of in awe. I was, of course, expecting it to be great, but this is magnificent. Please go out of your way to listen to this track and, better yet, watch the music video as well. Eusexua is my most anticipated album of next year, which isn't saying much, but trust me it means a lot. Can't wait to dive into this world.

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"I'm His, He's Mine" - Katy Perry feat. Doechii

◇ released: Sept. 13, 2024 ◇ featured on 143 (not yet released) ◇ genre: pop rap, atlanta bass

On this latest miserable outing for Katy Perry, she drags Doechii down with her as she sleepwalks through this generic pop rap cut built around a boring sample flip. There's no big payoff to this track at all, it just kinda keeps going until it doesn't. It's like a song written with no goals in mind. God, 143 is shaping up to be one of the most failed attempts at a comeback of all time. This is her Man of the Woods - if Witness wasn't that already. This song also comes after that abysmal podcast interview where she deflected criticism with her reuniting with Dr. Luke which makes it doubly embarrassing. It's not like he's making these songs good, they suck! You're embarrassing yourself. I also miss when artists would actually talk to real journalists instead of feckless, good-vibes podcasters. That's a conversation for another time though and a much more interesting one to have than anything surrounding this song.

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"ALL RED" - Playboi Carti

◇ released: Sept. 13, 2024 ◇ featured on I Am Music (not yet released) ◇ genre: trap, southern hip hop, hardcore hip hop

After gimmicky mysterious posting, several weird cases surrounding his Opium label, and much anticipation Playboi Carti has returned with a new single. I ... like this? His lower pitched rapping took a second to get used to, but I think I enjoy it. This just isn't the strongest song to release as the lead. It's a bit too one-note to leave much of an impression. Whatever he does, it's sure to be polarizing, but I'm curious to hear how I Am Music shapes out.

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"Dancing in the Flames" - The Weeknd

◇ released: Sept. 13, 2024 ◇ featured on Hurry Up Tomorrow (not yet released) ◇ genre: synthpop, dance-pop, freestyle, synthwave

After the letdown that was The Idol, The Weeknd has returned with the lead single to his upcoming album Hurry Up Tomorrow - the final part of a trilogy including both After Hours and Dawn FM. He leans heavily into synthpop on this cut and it works pretty well. I don't think this is the strongest lead single, especially considering the tracks that lead into his previous two, but it's not a bad song at all. Looking forward to this one. I feel like he's at the apex of his career with these last two records and I hope he can finish on a strong note.

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[downbadmostofthetime]

I ranked all of the obey me songs so here are my rankings + my opinions

sorry for large wall of text idk how tumblr works tbh

25th: Our Destiny- Solomon

I listened to this song like once and then never again

This song is so bad I’m sorry

I can see why I never touched this song again after it came out oh my god

24th: On Your Way- Demon Brothers

Roblox Tycoon Music

First time listening and it’s eh

Yeah no I don’t like it

23rd: My Wish- Luke

I’m so sorry Luke I love you as a son you are my son my boy but this song just ain’t it

Sounds like a youtube gachatuber intro song

This song is not good I have nothing else to say

22nd: Telepathy- Beel and Belphie

Honestly I’ve never really liked this song

It’s cute but it’s just not my thing

Somehow I forgot Beel and Belphie were twins. I don’t know how but I did

SATOSHI ONISHI

Yeah I don’t really have much to say

21st: Arcadia- Lucifer

The guitar here is tasty

I don’t like the voice distortion. Also Lucifer sounds weird in some parts

I don’t really like the music after the first chorus. It sounds like it belongs somewhere else than in his song

I forgot how high-pitched Lucifer sounds here, it’s not a bad thing though it’s just a bit jarring

I don’t hate this song as much as I used to though (I think)

20th: It’s My Party- Demon Brothers

I forgot if this is the opening or the ending song

It’s a nice song I guess

The chorus hits but everything else misses

19th: Choose Me- Mammon, Levi and Asmo

Ah yes, the unfortunate leftovers forced to sing together (because Beel and Belphie have their twin dynamic and Lucifer and Satan have that hatred or whatever, if that makes sense)

This song is alright? I used to like it a lot more but now it’s just kinda bad

One of those songs that’d be overplayed on the radio that I would get sick of very quickly

I thought Asmo had an extra finger on the cover art

18th: Trigger- Levi, Asmo and Beel

The leftovers forced to sing together part 2 (Why are Levi and Asmo in both leftover songs)

When did this song come out (it came out today)

I don’t like this song much

Actually I lied it’s okay (I guess)

Why does Beel sound like the butler guy from Paradox Live

17th: Question Love- Simeon

Simeon my boy what did they do to you

I used to hate this song but it slowly grew on me

Another overplayed radio song

The cover art holy shit

Please give Simeon another character song Yu Hirata slayed but the song does him so dirty

Simeon sounds like his voice has been heavily autotuned(?)

16th: Are You Ready?- Mammon

Mammon sounds like he’s talking for most of the song (if not, all of it)

Rather than being an overplayed radio songs, it sounds like one of those gems that gets played once a month on the radio

This song is nice

15th: Rock On!!- Lucifer and Mammon

I actually like this song

I didn’t expect to like it as much as I do

I have nothing else to say

14th: With You- Demon Brothers

A slow song

I like this one

I also have nothing else to say really

13th: Dreamscape- Belphie

I love Satoshi Onishi btw his voice is so nice

This song is like a breath of fresh air and I love it

I don’t have much to say about this song other than I love Satoshi Onishi’s voice

12th: Take It Easy- Satan and Belphie

I like this song way more than I thought I would

This song is a huge vibe

11th: Read My Heart- Satan

It’s a nice and calming song, like Belphie’s, it’s a breath of fresh air

Shinya Sumi did such a great job here

I’m such a huge sucker for slow songs

Refreshed my brain thank you Satan Obey Me

10th: Eternal- Demon Brothers

Another breath of fresh air

I really like how this one sounds

This was my first time listening to this song and I really liked it!

It reminds me of when I cried to an a3 song (the slow song where every actor sings)

If I was deep into my Obey Me phase still I probably would’ve cried to this song today

9th: No.1- Diavolo

I went insane when this song came out

I was so happy to see that the side characters were getting songs that I exploded into a million pieces

I replayed the trailer so many times the full version did not disappoint

King

8th: My Chance!- Levi

I love the music in this song, it sounds like it belongs in a game

If I recall, Satoshi Kada didn’t really have much singing experience prior to this song

BUT HE ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!!

This song has made me cry before

Leviathan my scrunkly

7th: Hungry Six Pack- Beel

GOD I LOVE SONGS LIKE THIS

This was the first song to come out after I got into Obey Me (January 2021) so it’s special to me in some way

I love how in some parts Beel sounds kind of desperate to get rid of his hunger, really adds more to him and his character

What kind of title is ‘Hungry Six Pack’ though 🤨

6th: Pomade- Asmo

I love Miura Ayme he solos

I’ve probably also cried to this song before

Sounds like an idol boy song that i’d hear 200+ times but actually like

Yes hit those high notes!! Pop off!!

Would anyone believe me if I said Asmo is my favourite demon brother

Ugly crying to his song rn (help me)

5th: Passion- Lucifer and Satan

I remember wanting this song to be a heavy metal duet . It’s not but I still like it

I think I went insane when this song came out

Such a banger

I think my dad likes this song

They harmonise so well!!

4th: Sinful Indulgence- Miura Ayme

THIS SONG IS SO GOOD FOR AN OPENING

I wish more people would listen to Miura’s songs it’s just banger after banger

I think my parents like this song

This song goes so hard Miura Ayme never misses

3rd: Celestial Ray- Miura Ayme

I did not know Celestial Ray was an Obey Me song

THIS SONG IS SO FUCKING GOOD

The slow part!! Before the chorus!!!!

Miura Ayme has never missed part 2

2nd: Loveless- Miura Ayme

Three Miura Ayme songs back to back

God I love Miura Ayme’s songs

I’ve cried to this song

IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD

Ugly crying at the chorus

Obey Me devs please let Miura Ayme make more songs for Obey Me. They all go so hard

THE SLOW PART OH MY GOD more ugly crying

1st: Crazy About You- Barbatos

I went fucking INSANE when the trailer for this song dropped

IT’S SUCH A GOOD SONG

God that chorus HITS. IT’S SO GOOD

I am the Barbatos Fan ever!!

I replayed the trailer for this song so many times when it came out

THE WHISPERING

This song sent me to the ER from how good it is

THE GUITAR SOLO??? HELLO?????

They should give Barbatos another solo song he slayed fr

[icanttypo]

Would anyone be interested in an Owl House Fangame RPG? (Spoilers for finale insuing)

I'm considering turning my old fanfic plots into a playable fangame, but I wanna make sure that's something that people would actually, yknow, play. So, here's my ideas!

1. Season 4 "The Game"

This would primarily be a game focused on wrapping up some unfinished storylines/rebuilding the Isles. I believe one of the main bosses would likely be the Titan Trappers since they were puppetted in WAD.

I think this would be the closest to a traditional rpg game, but I'm leaning more towards an unconventional combat style considering the way magic works in TOH. Regardless, combat wouldn't be a primary focus of the game. It'd be more exploration based and decision based, fleshing out the other areas of The Boiling Isles and all that jazz.

Possibly, the final boss may be the other archivists? I think in this one, by the end, you'll have the Collector in your party.

2. Side Stories

This would be more so a collection of routes trying to tell the stories that, sadly, The Owl House team never got the time to tell. These likely wouldn't actually be RPG games, but they're RPG maker, but I'm not sure how many of them there'd be, but I do have a few ideas for various routes, like:

-Wittebros Backstory (You play as Caleb, and it covers bits and pieces over the years up until... Well, you know the rest.)

-Hunter, Dale, and The Bat Queen (Focuses on two different interconnected plots. One is a story about The Golden Guard being tasked to find the last known Palistrom forest, only for those plans to get detailed by one sweet old man. Yadda yadda, learning ensues. And, the other is a story focused on Hunter going into the Palistrom forest with a few friends to start on some conservation efforts, facing his past, and him getting a new job.)

-Divorce Simulator (I think you know what this one's about :) )

-Vee (Have no idea what this one would be about, other than a game adaption of that MorningMark concept of Cabin ???- or one focusing on just her adapting to the human realm.)

3. TOH/GF/Amphibia Crossover

Okay, so I know probably nobody will vote for this one, but it's one that I have too many ideas for!

Basically, it's just going off the idea that after The Collector got that gross green stuff on him, from Belos, he was affected by Titian magic; screwing up his magic a little and making him semi-immortal rather than fully immortal. The Collector says they're going off to "grow up," but really, their main goal is to just find their siblings and find out what's going on with them.

This leads the little guy to the last known whereabouts of one of his siblings, Gravity Falls. Again, the dude's magic is kind of iffy, and he ends up crashlanding near the Mystery Shack and gets taken in by the new Mr. And Mrs. Mystery... Who... Somehow, are way more connected to Luz than he thought.

This is the closest thing to an RPG out of all of them because the main focus of the game is basically trying to stop the multiverse from splitting entirely. It'd be the casts from both TOH and GF; with a healthy addition of amphibia references.

In this universe, all of the archivists are just God's from other Disney Channel cartoons. And yeah. Told ya I had a lot of ideas!

Btw if anyone would be down to help either with writing, art, or music- please dm me! I can totally do it on my own, but I thought it might be nice to put it out there.

[starrystevie]

tagged by @yournowheregirl and @judasofsuburbia to show 6 characters I relate to!

here i give you the "if they can relate to mirrorball, the archer, and you're on your own kid by ms. taylor swift then they are a reflection of me" list

steve harrington (stranger things): listen if there was one character that i think truly is a perfect reflection of me, it would be steve. i don't want to bore you all with the thesis i could write about him so here are the cliffs notes: protective, people pleaser, romantic at heart, sarcastic, gifted child burnout, specifically this line from mirrorball "shimmering beautiful, and when i break it's in a million pieces"

steve rogers (marvel): ahh yes, and then the other steve that is the other side of the mirror. loyal to a fault where i would start a civil war for those i love, a leader, compassionate, stubborn, wants to dance the night away in a jazz club with my baby on my arm as we sway to the crooners, living in an idealized version of the past, not very good at taking compliments, specifically this line from the archer "i wake in the night, i pace like a ghost, the room is on fire, invisible smoke, and all of my heroes die all alone, help me hold on to you"

lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls): i knew that watching gilmore girls from such a young age would have a lasting effect on me. we both hold grudges from things in the past. both like to go back to those things thinking things will be different only to realize we still want to run away. witty, uses too many media quotes for our own good, lives off junk food and spite, crave the small town life and the smell of snow, specifically this line from you're on your own kid "from sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes, i gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this. i hosted parties and starved my body like i'd be saved by a perfect kiss" (this whole song is lorelai coded btw choosing just one line was hard)

jo march (little women): oh man, where to start. writing as an escape from a world that feels to small, wanting to explore and see the world and the beauty that hides in it, craving love but not knowing how to give it away freely, on the other hand craving attention and soaking it in, fierce, loyal, would do anything for those she cares about no matter the consequences, specifically this line from you're on your own kid "i didn't choose this town, i dream of getting out, there's just one who could make me stay"

dean winchester (supernatural): hi hello daddy issues! but also never being able to live up to you father's expectations and dealing with the fact that your sibling is the favorite no matter how hard you try, covers everything up with a smile and joke or anger and a clenched fist, hopelessly obsessed with women but confused over sexuality because of a pretty men, loves road trips with the windows down playing classic rock, would fight god bare handed if it meant that the people i love got to live (i'll refrain from going into religious trauma but if y'all want the full essay on how much i love dean winchester, please let me know), specifically this line from the archer "combat, i'm ready for combat, i say i don't want that, but what if i do? cause cruelty wins in the movies, i've got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you" (this song is so dean coded i didn't know how to just choose one line)

oikawa tooru (haikyuu): tries so hard to be perfect only to have someone more naturally gifted best you, serving cunt with a smirk, whiny baby who wants their way, kind of weird but hides it as best as they can, showing their full deck of cards to people who deserve it, specifically this line from mirrorball "i'm still on that trapeze, i'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me"

i'm not sure who all has done this so feel free to use this as me tagging you if you'd like to along with these no pressure tags!: @scoops-stevie @thefreakandthehair @buckleydiaz @vecnuthy @stevethehairington @riality-check