#this is so ominous anon ty

[chibigaia-art]

I love your art, dont die anytime soon

[saviolum-sanguineus]

you’re wasting your last chance to tell him that you love him . for esme and enoch? the scene where she visits him to tell him about the pregnancy is wrecking me lmao

ugh i was fighting for my life to get this done and posted before the new episode dropped, finished it halfway through the live airing, and i'm absolutely dyinggg 😭 anyway this is supposed to take place when Esme goes to talk to Enoch after she and Joel have that lil heart-to-heart with the knitting and the feeding Zeke and the talk about dead relatives xx

He's in his study - technically it's one of many, this one maintained for Enoch by Nicholas, given that they're on Remington grounds at the moment, but that's a triviality of the sort Esme has taught herself to wave away when it comes to Enoch - when she finds him. She peeks in through the doorway, smiling affectionately when she sees that he's alone. "Hello."

Enoch looks up from the papers spread over the desk, slight irritation at being interrupted melting into a vaguely confused, curious smile when he realises who's doing the interrupting. "Esme," he says, "did you want to see Zeke? He's with your brother right now, actually - Aurora took him to see Sam."

Even the mention of Matteo and Rory doesn't deter Esme. She's high on hope, bolstered by some violet-scented warmth and a nap she'll later mournfully recall as one of the best she's ever had. Esme walks in, chooses not to notice that Enoch sweeps his papers into a leather folio when she approaches, and leans against the desk. "No," she says casually, reaching out to take Enoch's hand and run her thumb over the knuckles. "I just wanted to see you. I know you've been busy - I thought I'd close the distance."

He still looks stymied, but lets her take his hand. Esme's smile brightens. She should send Joel something after this. Not flowers - too easily misconstrued. Maybe some nice yarn.

"Your hands always feel so nice," Esme murmurs, and somehow she means it. Enoch's hands are calloused, the skin sometimes more burr than buff, but he's only ever touched her like something precious. Like she deserved the name he calls her by.

Except for that one humiliating night at her apartment after the Seraphine Gala.

As if summoned by the memory, Andrey saunters in, looking bored. "Oh, hello, Esme!" he says brightly as he rounds the desk to sling himself over Enoch and kiss him a little deeper than strictly polite.

Esme feels a smile flicker over her face - not that it does her much good - as she releases Enoch's hand and slides herself upright from where she'd been perched on the desk. Her patience is too thin for this now; already Esme can feel something snapping in her jaw.

"Call on me soon," she says quietly as she leaves, unable to fight the rising feeling that she's wasted her last chance to tell Enoch that she loves him.

[sammiesallow]

Heya! I've recently found your writing and I've got to say I love your writing style sm <33! Also I'd like to request some headcanons about Ominous and Sebastian (separate please) about cuddling for the first time with the reader, if you are ok with it of course, also I'm planning on sending more requests in the future so can I be known as crow anon? Anyways have a good day or night :D and don't forget to stay hydrated!

Hi crow anon! I love this request, i was planning on writing something like this anyways!! 🤭🤭

Cuddling Headcanons! (Sebastian, ominis)

(Art not mine!) (p.s look at ominis he's snoozing 😭❤️)

Summary - cuddling for the first time with Sebastian and ominis! All fluff <3

Sebastian Sallow ⭐️

He's not necessarily nervous when asking you to cuddle for the first time

Naturally, he's flirty so he kinda just asks you honestly.

"Can you come here?" *yoink*

Obviously he will ask if you're ok with anything, but he just loves being able to hold onto you in any way

Somehow the most aggressive cuddler ever though 💀

"Get over here!!!" *pulls you aggressively to his side* (in a loving way)

Like for real man calm down I'm not going anywhere 😭

After you sit/lay with him he calms down quite a bit though

Immediately melts in your arms and becomes a baby

He loves to hold you, but more importantly, you hold him

It brings him so much comfort

Your body heat and the smell of your perfume/cologne is enough to send him to sleep

And he totally does by the way

He's out like a light within the first 5 minutes

The most adorably stupid sleeper ever

He's not cute or elegant by any means- sebastian will be snoring and drooling while he's sprawled out on top of you

Sorry bae, you're not leaving any time soon

And if you do have to go for any reason he's whining like a baby and begging you to come back to the comfort of his arms

He is the cutest thing ever in the stupidest way- he's such a dork 💀

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

Unlike sebastian, he's very nervous to ask you for cuddles

He's laying on the couch in the undercroft and Says "can... Can I hold you? I mean- can we.. Cuddle?"

He feels you sit down and immediately grabs on to you

He wraps his arms around your waist and puts his face in your neck, inhaling your scent

Slowly pulls you down with him

HE'S SO CUTE

You're laying on top of his chest and you can hear his heartbeat going wild

He'll whisper in your ear how much he love you and he'll run his fingers through your hair

Like sebastian, he's out

Immediately he's fallen asleep

Unlike sebastian, he's a very elegant sleeper

He looks majestic honestly

He's breathing softly, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted

He always wants to hold you, but occasionally you can be the big spoon

It makes him feel safe

He's so in love with you, he always wants physical contact so cuddling is the best option 😭❤️

A/n - THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN OMGGGGG I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THEM

ty for the request crow anon!! Excited to see more!!! (P.s maybe you can tag the end of your requests with '-🦅' or a bird emoji :D only if u want ofc!)

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@anon-threats

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[smokerswifey]

Can you Rank the Sins' entrance in the 7ds

Here's mine:

1. King

2. Escanor

3. Gowther

4. Meliodas

5. Ban

6. Diane

7. Merlin

1. Escanor ( I can't even put into words how much I loved his introduction. First showing us à tiny timid man then showing said tiny timid man turn into a huge buff monster that just casually beats up Melascula and Galand, the same two beasts that gave both Ban ad Meliodas a hard time. " I stand at the pinnacle of all races-" I MISS HIM SO MUCH HE WAS SUCH A BADASS )

2. King ( his entrance was so sudden and so dramatic, randomly spawning behind ban and stabbing him with chastiefol, grinning maliciously at his supposed companion, we were all shook as fuck lets be fr . Chefs kiss you will always be iconic

3. Ban ( the guards whispering about how they tried to execute him like 30 times, showing Ban pierced by metal rods and bound and chained up . The ominous music being harmonised with Ban's morbid humming showing us how much he doesn't give a fuck...perfect intro )

I'm tying Meli and Ban cause I loved their intros the same amount but for different reasons . Van for the more ominous and daunting reveal and Meliodas for the more wholesome and exciting one .

3. Meliodas ( I absolutely loved his reveal, him effortlessly beating up Twigo, Elisabeth staring in shock, him telling her he's not a member of the sds but their " CAPTAIN " go off my short king then him telling her to join him on his adventure, with the uplifting music and her smiling widely and nodding and following him on mama hawk.... oh fuck I am getting so nostalgic rn, back when it was hawk meli and eli, my roman empire frr .

5. Merlin ( incredibleeeee, I love it when she taught that rat vivian a lesson and when she pulled of her cloak it was giving " its britany bitch" sorry sorry sorrry . Plus with the hand I the waist, the flowy hair, the smug smile, she knew she was serving .

6. Gowther ( goes from random green haired background character to pink haired hottie, like no wonder hes the sin of lust-

Kidding .

But fr we all thought he was the armored giant so most of us were hella confused when he actually turned out to be the guy we saw in the beginning of the arc it was one hell of a twist and Nakaba is actually really good at doing this sort of thing with character reveals . )

7. Diane ( first time we saw my girl she was chilling asleep, in a forests that she " conquered " lmao . Those little creatures thanking Meliodas for taking her away will never not make me chuckle )

There ya go, thanks anon you really made me nostalgic about the old series I think I'm going to rewatch it or reread it again some time :D !

[capcavan]

I love media analysis and I saw your discussion questions so...yea sorry about the length. (I'm open to discussion)

Look, I'm new here (been here for about a month) so I wasn't aware people don't like Riko? I personally quite like him as a character and didn't know that's not a particularly popular opinion? But I'm of the firm belief that not all villains are meant to be "redeemable". You can understand or sympathize with their motivations and character, but that's not the same as having redeeming qualities. And I think Riko is one of those characters who doesn't have redeeming qualities. He's supposed to be a hated villain. Heck, his first appearance in the series is literally him swooping in on stage to dark ominous music, dressed in black like a bloody supervillain. He gets all the "classic abusive ex" lines, an obscene amount of power, and some really bizarre unhinged moments (ex. handcuffing Neil to a bed and spitting in his mouth).

We're told right at the top, "Hey, this guy is a villain and he's not going to stop being a villain." So he's pretty easy to hate if you are just trying to get through the story. The last character in a novel I really hated was Professor Lovell in Babel by R.F. Kuang. He's another one of those characters you are meant to hate but you're also meant to comes to hate him slowly. You see him from the eyes of the person he abused so you get to see what it's like for the main character to slowly realize that this man who starts off by saving him and giving him a home is and has always been, a terrible person.

Riko doesn't get that treatment. We see him first from the perspective of someone who has never met him but already hates him (Neil) and second, from the perspective of someone who's suffered him and hated him for a long time and is already done with him (Jean).

If he ever had any good sides, the reader doesn't see them so it's easy to hate him. But I would argue, that's the point. We're supposed to see Riko as the insane abusive ex and we're supposed to wonder along with Neil and Andrew why the fuck Kevin can't let him go. Like, what's so good about this ludicrous supervillain that you can't even shit-talk him behind his back?

But Riko's not actually a one-dimensional supervillain. Neil says it straight up and gets it exactly right (he's kind of just spit-balling but Riko reacts to it like he's been read to filth) -- that Riko was brought up as a commodity and not as a human, that his delusions of grandeur were encouraged and that no one ever wanted him as a human (not his uncle, not his brother, certainly not his father). TSC does a lot to confirm it with descriptions of how he was treated by his uncle and how he obsessed over the letter about Kevin's father along with Kevin.

But ultimately, I think the reason why Riko doesn't get as nuanced a treatment as one might like is because the main conflicts the characters overcome have nothing actually to do with Riko. Neil overcomes fear and mistrust in others, Andrew overcomes his fear of letting himself have anything good. Even Kevin's conflict is more about asserting himself than about fighting Riko. (And Jean has so much trauma, Riko's barely a drop in the bucket.)

Anyway, I like Riko because I think properly sadistic villains are fun and because I think he's an interesting character.

This ask read like very sexy Riko fanfic anon drop your ao3 so I can check something for myself ty, if not let me commission you for some riko writtign after I get cash

[tigertofu]

Hey, could you write a little love-hate angst about aftergame (ending B) Trevor x fem!reader who strongly reminds him of Michael? They work together and have kind of frenemies dynamics. She's a skilled thief and born liar and T doesn't trust her obviously, she courteously despises him in return, but they're useful for each other and T's suddenly got sentimental.

Not pushing, no rushing <3

TY for this prompt anon,, i absolutely love this idea <333 the angst 🥴 !!! and apologies for this taking so long... i hope u like it <33

pairing: fem reader/Trevor

summary: He's made it clear that he hates you. You've made it clearer that the feeling's mutual. But for some reason, the two of you have continued to take scores together. And after one heist, you find out that maybe his hate is something far more complicated than just plain old hate.

cw's: gun violence

wordcount: 2,664

AO3 Link

It’s supposed to be an easy job.

The mark is the Diamond Casino & Resort, a new construction gaudy and grand in that particular way that only establishments built for the entertainment of Los Santos’ wealthiest are. 

As you slip up the highway in your getaway vehicle towards it, the nighttime lights of the city’s skyscrapers dazzle across it’s massive glass façade. Your palms begin to sweat inside your black gloves. You remind yourself, again, that this is supposed to be an easy job. Nothing you can’t handle.

And what if he can’t handle it?

The intrusive thought makes you turn your gaze to the man in the driver’s seat of the vehicle. You see the concentrated scowl pinching down his features in the light of a lamppost he speeds past. Trevor always has this look just before a job. Calculating. Cold. Thoughtful. 

This is only your fourth job together, but you’ve already learned to not trust that look. At some pivotal moment, it always disappears. The second gunfire erupts, or something (or someone) threatens the success of the heist, a flip inside him gets switched. He starts to act without thought. Manic. Uncontrollable. Messy. Any previously agreed upon directive gets shoved aside for a new one: killing as many opposition and onlookers as possible. What should’ve been three easy–enough thefts have all ended as bloodbaths, all triggered by him. 

You don’t know why you’ve continuously chosen to work with him. The two of you make an odd pair, though working together has made your checking account swell to numbers you’d once only dreamed about. Lester—a well–networked recluse of a man who plays matchmaker for the criminals of Southern San Andreas—had even warned you about working with Trevor. “A meth–fueled series of bad decisions that has only grown more unstable in light of recent events,” Lester had said about him. You’d only scoffed and said you think you could handle it. But with each completed job, Lester was only proven more correct. 

You keep your eyes on Trevor as he pulls the getaway car off the highway. He still has that scowl plastered over his rugged face. He’d been ominously silent the entire drive, something that has mildly shocked, and, for some reason, disappointed you. Any attempts at conversation with him tend to spiral into arguments. You almost enjoyed these shouting matches, though. They gave you a chance to launch all your normally–restrained criticisms at him. 

Your last job had ended in one of these spats. The two of you had stuck up a designerwear shop in Vinewood. The spoils were supposed to get split evenly between the two of you, with ten percent set aside for Lester, who’d set the whole thing up. But when Trevor had asked how much jewelry you’d been able to stuff into your duffle bag, you’d lied to him. Not just because you needed the extra income, but also to get back at him for turning the head of the shop’s security guard into a red paste after you’d begged him to make this job a clean one. 

Trevor, of course, hadn’t believed you. After a struggle, he’d managed to wrench your dufflebag away from you and the heap of jewels that tumbled out of it as he did made him start screaming that you were a lying snake. As you collected your haul from the concrete and stuffed it back away, you’d snapped back that you may be, but at least you knew how to use a shower. 

You now notice, as he parks the car in the casino’s crowded parking lot, that he seems to have taken this insult very personally because he isn’t radiating his usual reek tonight. Just the smells of smoked meth and tobacco. You briefly wonder, against your better judgement, if this means anything.

“In. Out. Easy and quiet,” you tell him evenly as he puts his hand on the car door. He flashes you a glare. “I am so fucking serious about it this time, T. I don’t wanna be shooting my way through a swarm of cops by the end of this. Got it?”

“Whatever you fucking say, princess.”

And with that, you both step out into the night.

Your heartrate ticks up a notch with each step you take towards the glow of the casino. Your body tenses, muscles thrumming with growing adrenaline, your strides wide and confident as you keep up with Trevor. 

The casino’s entrance is buzzing with flocks of folks dressed to the nines. It’s so busy that nobody immediately notices the two conspicuous figures with black ski masks pulled over their faces and AR–shaped bulges under their suit jackets that have slipped into the crowd. Until, in the middle of the lobby, Trevor shouts for everyone to get on the ground because this is a fucking robbery.

The crowd erupts into screams, but obliges. You deftly pick your way over tuxedoed men and women in cocktail dresses shakily lowering themselves to the tiles, pulling out your gun as you make your way towards your target: the cashier’s cage. The beat of your heart has turned to the muffled rapport of a war drum, ricocheted back into you by the ski mask over your ears.

The woman behind the counter screams the second you point your rifle at her. You shout at her to fill your bag as you toss it towards her, and though she’s frozen in fear for a few seconds, she eventually rattles open her register and begins to fumble wads of bills out. 

You mutter under your breath for her to hurry up. As she works, you cast nervous glances back to make sure Trevor has the crowd controlled. He’s still doing what he does best: scaring people. Everybody is still on the floor. He towers over them, jabbing his rifle in the directions of any particularly squirmy patrons. The screaming has stopped, simmered down to frightened whimpering and whispering. You imagine the poor janitor’s going to be mopping up a dozen puddles of piss off the quartz tiles later. You turn back to the cashier and tell her, louder now, to hurry the fuck up.

Your adrenaline reaches a buzzing peak as you watch her cram your backpack with cash. A couple dozen grands’ worth, easy. You begin to shift on your feet. Fidget with your rifle. 

“Th–There!” she finally cries, pushing the stuffed backpack across the counter towards you. “That–That’s all of it, I swear!”

You grab your loot without a word and whirl around on your heels. 

And in that moment, it all goes to hell in a handbasket. 

While you were babysitting the cashier, somebody did something to piss Trevor off.

“I told you to stay fucking down!” he screams at a man by his feet, pressing his rifle’s muzzle to the top of the man’s head hard enough to force him to lay flat. You trip over somebody’s leg as you hurry over, and as you catch your balance, a security guard seemingly materializes out of thin air behind Trevor.

Gunfire. Muzzleflash glinting against the lobby’s chandelier. A chorus of shrieking explodes through the room. Your instinct kicks in; screams at you to get out, now. But with the security guard already dead, Trevor has turned his attention to randomly shooting into the crowd, and now people are getting up and running, tripping over each other, turning into a stampede that smells of expensive colognes and perfumes and jostles you as you try to pull yourself to the front doors. 

You reach the glass; see the valet outside running for cover. Your hand presses against the door, but before you can push it open, you stop. Turn around. Trevor is still engrossed in his massacre.

Muttering curses to yourself, you sprint back to him and tug at the back of his jacket. He doesn’t budge an inch; keeps unloading his rifle into the crowd that has now turned into a pulsating wall trying to squeeze itself into the hall leading to the table games room.

“T! Let’s go!” you scream. 

What comes next, comes in a blur of red. A siren begins to whoop above the screaming. Someone's triggered the casino's alarm. You pull as hard as you can, the soles of your shoes squeaking over tile, and Trevor finally relents.

As you both sprint out of the casino, you glance at him. The splatters of red covering the white dress shirt under his jacket disgust you.

“What the fuck was that?!” you cry the second you're both seated in the getaway car.

“That was me ensuring we got outta there," Trevor growls as he throws it out of park and hits the gas. 

As he drives across the highway and veers onto a side road running through a neighborhood that edges Northeast Los Santos, you try to quell the growing anger in your chest. But then you see flashes of red and blue in the rearview mirror, shooting down the road towards the casino, and you can't hold it back any longer.

“No, no, that was you turning what was supposed to be a fucking robbery into a mass shooting!” Your hand shoots up to grab the panic bar above the passenger window as Trevor swerves the car onto a dirt road. Rocky hills loom up in front of the car's headlights. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

“What was I supposed to do?! Let that guard taze me?!”

You hang on tighter as he takes a turn too fast and nearly drifts right into a boulder. He rights the car, and the hulking concrete mass of the Land Act Dam appears ahead. 

“You–You didn’t have to fucking kill him!" you shoot back as Trevor speeds across the dam's service road. "You didn’t have to then kill—what—a dozen more fucking bystanders! Is killing people your answer to every fucking issue in life? If they give you the wrong order at Burger Shot do you storm the kitchen and slaughter the fry cooks?!” 

“Listen, sweetcheeks,” he starts, and you try to yell at him to not fucking call you that but he just continues on, growing louder and talking faster. The car jolts as he leads it down onto a dirt service road leading to the river that feeds the dam. “I’ve been in this game longer than you have. I know how to do this shit; I know how this shit works. If we did everything your way, we’d both be sipping toilet hooch and selling our bodies for cigarettes in Bolingbroke by now!”

“You’re fucking insane!” 

With an incoherent roar, he suddenly pulls off the dirt road. The second the car comes to a skidding stop, he gets out. You throw the car door open and follow him as he stomps his way towards the shore of the river he’s parked by.

“Where are you going?” you shout. “Get back here! I’m not done talking to you!”

He spins on his heels and jabs a finger in your direction, pushing up into your personal space. You flinch back, mirroring his glare. 

"Stop fucking looking at me like that!" he roars.

"Like what?! Like you're a goddamn maniac who's incapable of making a single rational decision?”

"Like–Like him! You keep giving me that same fucking look that he used to give me!” he screams. “You are so goddamned lucky I haven’t wiped it off your smug little face yet!”

“Go ahead! I’d like to see you try!” you shout back.

And for a moment, it looks he’s going to.

But he manages, somehow, to restrain himself and he backs away from you, dropping his chin to his chest so he can glower at you from under his heavy brow. 

He’s waiting. He’s looking at you like you’re supposed to say something more; like he’s just waiting for one more insult or question to goad him into turning things physical. But you’re caught up on something he’s said, and your next words come out far calmer.

“Who…” You shake your head, trying to clear that nagging voice inside it telling you not to ask your next question. It stubbornly remains. You huff. “Who’s ‘him’?”

“Michael. His name was Michael,” he says, and you can tell by the way his scarred lips pull back into a snarl when he says it that getting the name out pains him. 

“Was?” You feel your face soften along with your voice. “Did he… Pass?”

“He was murdered!” Trevor snaps, his hands curling into fists. “He–He was a two–faced liar. A backstabber! But he–he didn’t deserve to get fucking done in by an even bigger backstabber!” He’s pacing now, hands shaking, teeth bared. “His head—caved in. Brains just, splattered all over the concrete! He was—He was my best friend! And he’s fucking haunting me!”

Something inside your chest shifts at this diatribe. For a moment, there’s no sound but water lapping at the shore and Trevor’s boots crunching across the gravel. In the silence you find a realization that makes pity knot through your stomach. 

“Listen, T,” you eventually murmur. He makes no sign that he’s heard you, continuing to walk tight circles, inconsolable. “Maybe we shouldn’t work together anymore.”

He stops, his back to you, his whole frame suddenly straight as if a line attached to the top of his spine has been pulled taut. Moonlight accents the twitch of muscle inside his forearms as he tries to restrain himself. 

“Why?” he asks the river in front of him.

“Because it—” You grimace and cross your arms over your chest. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it just sounds like I just remind you of your dead friend. And that… Doesn’t seem to be doing you any favors.” 

He hangs his head. 

“I fucking hate you,” he mumbles. “You lie. You act like you’re fucking better than me. But I don’t want this to end.”

The knot of pity in your guts grows. It urges you to take a step closer to him. 

“You sure?” you ask quietly. 

He turns around, and the tears welled up in his eyes and the angry pout pulling his mouth simultaneously up and down shock you more than any of his random, violent outbursts ever have. He looks ready to either reach out and throttle you or squeeze you in a back–breaking hug. He looks almost childlike. He looks broken, and unable to hide it anymore.

“Don’t—” He sniffles; rubs a sleeve over his face. “Don’t fucking leave me.”

Something tells you to turn the other way and run. To leave this mess of a man; to turn to bigger and better things. But another something inside of you screams louder, with such clarity that you have no choice but to listen to it. 

“Okay. Fine,” you sigh. You limply shrug. “I mean, yeah, I kinda hate you too. Every fucking job we do together has been a total shitshow. But we have made good money together. So… I don’t know. Maybe—”

Your voice cuts off as Trevor suddenly closes the space between the two of you and wraps his arms around you. 

You tense up. He clutches at your back and buries his face in the crook of his neck, suddenly sobbing hard enough to make himself hiccup, shakily rocking you back and forth. Against your better judgement, you raise your hands and awkwardly hug him back. His tears are hot on your skin. He begins to repeat something in a high, whimpery voice; it takes you a moment to realize he’s repeating “Don’t leave me,” over and over, each repetition more desperate. Your pity swells into something all–encompassing. 

As you hold onto each other in the moonlight, you softly tell him you won’t.

And when he moves his grip to your face and presses his mouth to yours, you kiss him back. 

[the-grand-av3]

[private message to vel]

hey I just thought what if we did the personality swap again? it changed vox and alastors opinion on how they view rosie so I figured we could use that rule to finally get alastor to understand how vox feels about him?? :D

[private message to vox and val]

should we do the personality swap thing again because it changed vox's opinion on rosie so if one of you swapped with vel you could search up a picture of carmilla or just go and see her and that'll settle the bet on whether vel has a thing for her or not :3 uh also angel dust's soul contract if I'm right val pls and ty *shakes hand* coolio that is a deal :D

*poofs away but not before summoning a cane and tapping it on the end of alastors because no physical touch*

*it's like the closest thing to a hug*

[Private Message to Anon]:

it could work, or maybe alastor's aroraceness is too strong and it would fly over his head again.. we'll have to convince ominous voice to do that though

[Private Message to Anon]:

Ooh~ Maybe~ I'd love to try that~

WE SHOULD WE SHOULD WE SHOULD

But you're not getting Angel's contract

FUCK ANGELS CONTRACT ITS A DEAL

VOX YOU DUMB WHORE

Oh! That came as a surprise. Thank you. (:

[smol-stardust]

I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore Haunted Reflections. The way it feels so somber and this little girl is so alone but hopeful in a cynical way almost? It’s hard to describe but I’m not sure if this is intentional but it seems she’s relying on memories, narrating about things that are so abstract it makes her feel like an unreliable narrator of sorts.

How she speaks so seems too ominous and deep for a child, and yet it’s also so childish in how she wants to get better that it’s a contradictory mess and I adore it. Because it’s messy, it’s raw and there’s something wrong but you don’t know what and I look forward to reading more

ps. sorry for making a long speech, tldr, I love the story

WAHH. Anon , please come over here so I can hug you. This was so nice to receive and I’m just…. Ahxhjsnwna … didn’t think my little oc brainrot of a sad story could be seen this way.

So thank you so much for reading and liking it, it means a whole lot to me ><

And I suppose that she is like an unreliable narrator because she’s mostly talking about herself, her past and her emotions. It’s meant to be very subjective and missing pieces, I’m glad it reads that way though because knowing the plot means sometimes I don’t know if it’s coming across in the right tone so Ty for affirming that

But ahhh, thank you, like seriously. Thank you so much for reading and leaving me this message even though I know it’s a depressive story at times. It really means a lot to have received this. Xx

[radiotorn]

Purple

THANK U I KNO <3

[prismaticpichu]

Since it's me I am definitely interested in the Hojo disapproval mind control plot!

My favorite of them all!!! Ty ty, Errant!! I’m such a sucker for mc as a trope- and I love what you do with it too! <3

This idea was never put to paper so I’m basically gonna be writing a (STUPIDLY LONG) inexperienced IMDb summary out of thin air. Oh! And tysm Anon for being curious in the same prompt!

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The story starts with Hojo sitting in the bat cave lab, glowering at a picture of Zack & Sephiroth together on their latest mission. He deems then and there that his prized specimen is being corrupted by this darn boy. Action must be taken. His Sephiroth was weakened before by trusting, and he was being weakened again. He would make sure history would never repeat itself.

Meanwhile, Zack & Seph are heading back to their quarters after Zack took his friend out for a milkshake; all while Zack teases his buddy about actually liking it but not admitting it (he's right because yes!). The two part ways when the hallway splits... but Zack forgets to give his buddy a goodnight hug and spins around to do so. Sephiroth doesn't return the hug, but offers an equally as special head pat. After the two part ways for real, Zack hears a small bang coming from the elevator and goes to investigate. The doors open, but uh-oh spaghettiooo, it's Hojo and he's got a sedative in hand (cause y'know, scientist).

Zack wakes up in Hojo’s lab strapped to a table, understandably flipping the heck out and trying to Hulk his way free. Hojo appears and immediately asks if Zack actually cares about his specimen, to which Zack adamantly affirms. Of course he does! He’s his best friend! Hojo then goes on to taunt Zack about thinking he’s any more than a replacement for Angeal & Genesis… and as Zack is too struck to speak, he produces an obviously evil purple serum and a syringe (cause y’know, scientist).

The next morning, Sephiroth walks into the office and is surprised to see Zack already scrawling away (the boy loves to sleep in). He asks Zack what got him up so early, but receives not but the very painful and very harsh… silent treatment. Ouch. Sephiroth then, in his Seph-clumsy way, tries to assure Zack that if anything’s wrong, he can tell him. Zack scoffs at that, which earns him a kinda “excuse me?” reaction from Sephiroth.

Zack walks out without warning, and Sephiroth rushes after him… only to be thrown against the wall.

“Get away from me, Sephiroth!” he snarls.

Sephiroth is frozen. That is his name, but… not. He doesn’t stop Zack after that, even as he vanishes from view. It’s only later that Sephiroth heads off to confront his friend, heading to his apartment, but finds the abode empty. Empty, and a photo of him and Sephiroth torn in half.

…The ouch has intensified beyond comprehension. He can hardly move. The only thing that pulls him out of there is a reminder notification by Hojo. Right… a Mako Booster. Oh joy.

Upon arriving, Hojo asks his hamster what seems to be bothering him. But Sephiroth doesn’t get to respond before Zack appears from behind a shelf of beakers (cause y’know, scientist), waking very ominously. Very darkly. Sephiroth demands to know what he’s done to him, but Is denied any answer; a laugh in his response, and Hojo orders his new assistant to attack Sephiroth, knowing good and well that he would ultimately have to kill the boy in order to protect himself.

But ofc, Hojo is a weasel, and is unaware of… *electric guitar riff* The power of FRIENDSHIPPPPPP!!!

Sephiroth refuses to fight his friend, taking beating after beating, and eventually being cornered into a wall (y’all know what plays out from here!). He flicks the light switch to that caretaker Seph I love so much and begins assuring Zack that he’s here, he’s right here, and he’s gonna get him out of here. Zack ignores him and retaliates with the same jabs Hojo had said to him. Struck, but unfaltered, Sephiroth admits that yes… he misses Angeal & Genesis everyday. But he wouldn’t trade anything for having Zack come into his life. Wouldn’t trade anything for the little joys like milkshakes. Zack begins to hesitate… actually hesitate… which is enough for Sephiroth to reach out, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Don’t let him take my best friend away from me,” he whispers.

And these, the magic words, are what let Zack overpower the evil serum and hear his buddy’s voice again. The serum is coughed up, and when Zack straightens, he’s the pupper again, his voice all high-pitched and bubbly as shaken soda. He immediately sees Sephiroth only inches away, springing into his arms—where Seph is waiting for him. Hug reeeeunion!!! Hojo is enraged that *electric guitar riff* the power of FRIENDSHIPPPPPP was able to overpower his perfect science, but scurries off like a little critter when Zack & Sephiroth draw their blades. Another hug to top off their victory!

Finally, we end in Zack’s apartment, where Zack suggests they take a new photo to replace the one his evil twin ripped. Say cheeeeseee! (Seph does not.)

[starfinss]

hello!! i’m new to your blog but if your requests are open how about childe with a harbinger s/o? someone who help fuels his need for battle and keeps him warm at night?

Ah, hello, Anon! Welcome to my blog! My requests are very much open indeed!

I‘m unsure of if you wanted headcanons or a short fic, but I’ll write both for good measure. Also, if you’re on my blog’s actual page and there’s no read more button on this post, click the date just above the post and it should show you the whole thing. I have no idea why it won’t show the read more and can’t seem to fix it.

Anyway, please enjoy!

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- Tartaglia would be smitten with someone who has that fighting spirit.

- Of course, if you’re not much of a fighter, there are certainly other aspects of you he likes.

- But having someone who will give him cuddles and sparring matches?

- This boy is in heaven.

- If you’re a fellow Harbinger, he’ll find any chance he can get to work alongside you.

- The two of you together have more than a little sway in the Snezhnayan military as literally two of its aces, so you’re more often than not the dynamic duo of the Fatui.

- Harbingers Eleven and Twelve are a package deal and everyone knows it.

- Power couple? Power couple indeed. The definition of a power couple.

- Literally. With the combined power of your visions, combat ability, and your looove, you kick ass.

- Tartaglia is literally like “look at my girl, off to destroy people.”

- He’s proud of your power and will brag about how strong you are any chance he can get.

- Your sparring matches are fierce.

- The two of you are pretty evenly matched in terms of power, so you need a wide open space to spar or things will get… messy.

- Like I’m talking vases smashed, tables broken in half kind of messy.

- It’s best you spar outside so you don’t wreck the house.

- You’re his enabler, like he’ll say something really fucking ominous about how the snow is a perfect backdrop for bloodshed and you’re like ‘shit, you right.’

- I’m getting Rakan and Xaya from League of Legends vibes but with way less freedom fighter and way more murder and battle hunger.

- I don’t know why I like the thought of him calling you his ‘little dove,’ but I do and I will be using that.

- You treat each other’s wounds after battles, all that fun stuff.

- Partners in Crime 100%.

- But at the end of the day, the two of you end up snuggled close at night no matter where you are, be it out camping in the wild or stationed in Liyue Harbor.

———

“Ouch.”

A huffed chuckle, and you felt the bandages around your waist go slack.

“Sorry,” Tartaglia said, “That pyro arrow really came out of nowhere, hm?”

You snorted. “Nothing I’m not used to.”

Another chuckle, and you felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head, making you smile.

“That’s my little dove,” he said, and you smiled wider at the affectionate nickname, “tough as nails.”

“You’re the same way,” you said, “Always— shit!”

You felt the bandages tighten again, and Tartaglia muttered a soft apology as he finished tying them around your wound.

“There,” he said, “all wrapped up.”

You pressed a palm to your bandaged waist, wincing at the tenderness beneath it, and Tartaglia pulled your hand away, making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t mess with it too much,” he said, “it’ll form a lovely scar, but it’s best to let it heal for now.”

He loved your scars, something you’d been insecure about before you met him. But he told you they showed you were strong, that you were a fighter befitting the title of Twelfth Harbinger. And in turn, you loved his scars. The uneven skin beneath your fingertips reminded you that the man you loved was real, and that what you had with him wasn’t just a dream.

“Thank you for patching me up, love,” you said, and Tartaglia smiled, lips pressing tenderly to your forehead.

“Always.”

The door to the office swung open, revealing a young Fatui foot soldier. When he saw your state of undress, he covered his masked face, turning around.

“L-Lord Harbingers, headquarters have sent further orders. Please pick them up at your convenience.”

You reached for your shirt, buttoning it on over your chest, followed by your jacket. You hadn’t been fully naked, you were wearing a bra, but you still felt a little bad for giving the young man such a surprising eyeful.

“Thank you,” Tartaglia said, and you noticed a sliver of venom in his voice when he spoke again, “but maybe consider knocking next time.”

The foot soldier turned around, his cheeks beet red. “Y-yes, Lord Harbinger, sir! Will do, sir!”

Nearly tripping over himself, the soldier scurried from the room, closing the door after him.

“You scared the wits out of the poor kid,” you said, and Tartaglia scowled.

“Nobody but I am able to see you like that.”

His jealousy was a little adorable, you had to admit. You stood up from your perch on the edge of the desk and crossed to stand close to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“It was an accident, love. Give it a rest.”

He sighed, resting his chin on your head. “Okay, if you say so, dove.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, happy and warm before heading off to take care of official business. As you walked, you stood close, fingers brushing together every so often, just on the verge of interlacing.

The Eleventh and Twelfth were a package deal, everyone knew that. Even your new orders knew that. And as you looked up at your love, meeting his smile with yours, everything was perfect.

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Poly relationships in writing are just :0

Like, yes please-

I can always picture a sweet little hero just like "hey can u pls not rob the bank today? Ty bestie-" towards some rando villain who's shaking with fear at the two ominous supervillains with powers and machetes behind the hero like >:)

Then the hero looks at them when said villain runs off and they're all like "wow ur so cool sweetie! :D you scared off Mr bad bad :) so good, so proud."

- Emoticon Anon

OMG YESSS

I love that kind of stuff, just-

The image of a villain being mean to Hero or, like, they're about to say something mean, but then Villain looks up when a shadow falls over them out of nowhere.

AND THEN BEHIND THIS TINY CUTE HERO ARE TWO TERRIFYING SUPERVILLAINS, GIVING VILLAIN A DEATH STARE, JUST DARING THEM TO CONTINUE TALKING SHIT

*chefs kiss*

[kyluxtrashpit]

u singlehandedly convinced me to watch major grom which means all my friends will now be watching major grom: plague doctor ty

EHEHEHE YES!!! Anon, this brings me so much joy. My new life goal is to infect everyone who encounters me with Major Grom brain rot, so every success makes me incredibly happy! All according to keikaku... 😈

And I, for one, have every intention of standing outside my friends houses wearing an ominous plague doctor costume until they let me inside, at which point I will tie them to their couch and turn on the movie so I fully support you in this lmao

[closertotheheartofthesunrise]

I think they either already have brutalism or are about to! Evrart's plan for the youth center is a joke about it, I think...:

The youth centre cuts into the ocean like the bow of some great modern ship. Apparently it's going to cover most -- if not all -- of the street and the square between the existing houses. It's three storeys tall.

INLAND EMPIRE - This is either an ominous or cool architectural choice -- hard to say.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - My money is on cool. Looks like a cubic pyrite

TY for jogging my memory anon!!!!!!! i completely forgot about the pyrite, i think bc I didn't get to look at it with my eyes. the comment about pyrite makes me wonder if it's made of golden glass, perhaps....not quite so brutalism if so since it seems like that was very big on plain concrete. I think it would be cool. :^)

I went on a minor rant about "the golden skyscrapers of La Delta" the other day because I was trying to figure out if they had that kind of glass-covered skyscraper that's so common in new city skylines...

if you look in the far back where the sun is rising, there they are!! those are some very postmodern skyscraper shapes, no? I just want to ride my bike around revachol and absorb the architectural history and sense of place ;-;

[assigned-k9]

Everyone loves reading art explanation so here's a free ticket to talk about the details you drew and no one pointed out!

IM REALLY MAD I WAS WRITING A LONG WINDED ANSWER BUT LOST IT. So this one is more “pointform” [its not its still very long..] instead because im Lazy :D But this is so sweet of you dude thank you anon ^__^ Enjoy the ramblings!

OK! So hermit designs. Lets talk hermit designs shall we??

- Keralis is a siren fish type guy, hes got claws and fin ears, a long tail and a fin from the back of his head down his back! Why a siren you may ask..? Because his eyes are hypnotic! Ooooo.. Stare into his eyes nothing but his eyes...... I also just wanted to add features that went well with his colour pallete!

- Xb is a guardian... I dont need to explain further but if you dont watch xb, he really likes guardians and tends to add them into his bases :D My favourite thing hes said about them while on a base tour is “I recognize that sound, you have guardians?” while i didnt even hear a SINGLE guardian noise. Hes got fish senses i guess. He also falls into that exact tank full of them and doesnt get hurt ONCE. So xb guardian dude. Him and Keralis are fish bros :D

- Cleos got her brain stickin out! I know zombies dont have brains but I like to think shes stolen part of Joes and so they LITERALLY SHARE BRAINCELLS. Its just funny to me. Oh, and her flower crown is more like a twig shaped tiara with flowery bits! Her exposed ribcage also has the same flowers growing on vines :D Just some design details :P

- nHo all have bows in their designs; Bdubs’ bandana ties in a bow and hes got one on the end of his tail, beef has a bow that ties his apron, etho has a very slight bow at the back of his neck tying the mask up, and docs got a small bow holding up his hair behind his neck! Some of these arent visible but its an idea i’ve had for years now! I think its neat ^__^

- CONVEX okay okay so scar and cub both have pointy ears and magical vex wings that they can will in and out of existance, they’re soul bound! [canon..?] Cub likes to keep his wings out because he thinks they’re neat + they remind him of good memories :D Scar keeps them hidden for the most part, as they can get in the way of elytra! He lets them out very rarely. They both have pointy ears constantly however! Another design thing not visible in art, they have matching blue anklets!!

- A small non visible thing about Scars season 8 design that i’ve had since he got his giant hat, all the hermits have tried it on and afterwards signed their names on the brim and inside of the hat per his request :D

- Grians mouth is just nonexistent if he isnt talking, so when hes not speaking hes got this ominous stare... I thought it worked well LOL. His neck is feathery but he covers it with a turtleneck because it tends to get cold! He doesnt bother with his arms much though

Theres so many more i can think of but I’LL SPARE THE DETAILS YEAH?