#why is tango so hard to animate---

[ritaerr0r]

Day 2 - HEAR

Dark cream week by @zu-is-here

Day 1 -> Day 2 -> Day 3 -> Day 4 -> Day 5 -> Day 6 -> Day 7

[oimitocat]

IF I TOUCH YA… | OS

༘۠ anton x m!reader

༘۠ nonidol! au + swimmer!anton + swimmer!reader + rivals with benefits + angst + nsfw + shower sex + technically public sex

༘۠ a/n: i’m still new to riize, please spare me. i’m sorry if this suck, i’m literally trying to get back into my writing mojo. [i’m trying because shotaro and sungchan redebuted ;( ] angst cus i LOVE angst ;)

“DAMNIT!” you growl, slamming your fist against the shower door.

anton, anton, anton.

that’s the only thing— the only name bouncing around your head. the (beautiful) idiot beat you by a—

“SECOND. A FUCKING SECOND!” you fume, the hot water running down your back doesn’t help, the steam giving you comedic energy with your emotions.

it’s a reoccurring situation, you beat him one day, he beats you another day. yet this whole week he’s been beating you by mere seconds.

“n/n…” his soft voice comes out from outside the shower stall.

“what.” you grunt, angrily scrubbing the shampoo in your hair.

you know he’s standing outside, fidgeting. what you don’t know is how fast his heart is racing, how anxious he is at the sound of you being so angry. he knows you’re competitive, he is too, yet he had always hoped it wouldn’t affect the friendship or companionship he was trying to have with you.

“the hell do you want, lee?”

he takes a deep breath, glancing back at the shower room door. almost everyone had left, except the coach which said he’ll go to his office and watch his anime.

“are you going to sulk like a sore loser or go home de-stressed?”

he jolts when your door flies open with a slam. you’re glaring at him but his eyes fly down, below your hips. he’s not hiding anything, why would he? he came inside the shower room with purpose, no towel on with purpose.

“so that wasn’t a one time thing?” you question, raising a brow.

he hesitates, looking around and playing innocent. “did you want it to?”

he gasps when you yank him by the wrist. he’s genuinely surprised at how fast you accepted the invitation, he thought you’d put up more of a fight but no, clearly you wanted your vengeance. he almost pushes you away, but your lips on his is just a beautiful feeling. this is the only time you actually give him something other than a glare or competitive comments. he’s all bark no bite, this is exactly how you two tangoed the first time, except that time you only took a blowjob from him.

left his throat sore and his tongue felt heavy during the entirety of the next day, the ghost of your dick in his mouth there.

he’s not a virgin, by no means, but he’s never done something this crazy. fucking in the shower room? what if someone forgot their shampoo or something and tries to come in? what if their coach decided to do his job and actually check up on you two for once?

you grip his hips, pushing him against the stall wall, the water still running. your lips are over his neck, nipping and kissing. he gets lost in that sensation, his hands coming up to mess with your wet hair.

your body is hot, the water burning your skin. he’s not a hot shower person, so apart from him already feeling sweaty in your hands, the steam isn’t helping with his libido. he tugs at your hair when you trail down his chest and stomach. his hips twitch forward as you go lower. he’s so hard it’s embarrassing.

“don’t look at me as if i’d help you with it.”

and you embarrass him. of course you do.

“you clean?” you ask as you come back up and eye his plush, wet lips.

his eyes are naturally doe, you almost find it cute. (who are you kidding, it absolutely is. you wanna to destroy him, corrupt him so bad).

“yeah,” his voice is always soft, yet you fell in love with how hoarse and raspy you can make it sound.

“fine, let me show you how much you piss me off,” you growl, placing your hands behind his thighs and swooping him up in one swift movement.

you grunt, forgetting how tall and built this boy is. he cling to you out of fear, his heart racing. this is new to him and doing it with you just brings out a rush he never new he’d experience. yet, despite the arousal and sexual hunger, he eyes you with a hint of perplexion. are you joking? you don’t actually get pissed off at him, right? but of what? him beating you lately or his existence in general?

he can’t ponder about it for more than a mere second before your fingers spread his cheeks apart. he hooks his ankles behind you, securing himself in your hold as you push in. you make a small, almost silent noise when your tip pushes the moist gland.

“h-hold on, grab me right,” he gasps as his arms wrap around your neck again.

“this isn’t easy, idiot,” you huff, “you’re not exactly small or light.”

he closes his eyes when some water drips from the top of his head. yet, when he feels you thrust he snaps them open and gasps.

“fuck, you’re so warm,” you grunt, pulling him down by the hips to slam into him.

it’s taking everything in you to hoist him up and move him. a hardcore arm workout, but one you know you’ll enjoy. you place a soft kiss, contrasting your brutal movements, onto his wet skin, making him moan— his neck is sensitive to kisses. especially with how wet and hot yours are.

from the rush in the moment, you build the pace and stamina to fuck him into the wall. his arms tighten around you, his airy moans echoing softly. he’s trying to be silent just in case, or at least you think. is he always this soft voiced? you grin— could you make him get loud?

you pull out entirely before slamming back inside. his breath hitches and his eyes snap open again.

“ah- oh fuck-!” he squeaks as you slam him down onto you.

his dick flops uselessly between the two of you. your fingers dig into the softness of his flesh in his ass, nails digging into him. you’ll leave marks, he knows it. yet, that’s what he’s hoping for, because where you’ll look at him nasty for doing the drills perfectly or getting praised for his renewed charts , he’ll know those marks happened when you looked at him with something other than hate.

you aim like you’re on a mission, which you are. the wet sound of skin against skin bounces around the shower walls. the running water isn’t loud enough anymore— you’re grunting as you chase your high and anton is letting out high pitched whines.

he presses his cheek against the side of your face. you feel so good, he can feel you splitting him open. he can feel the warmth of your dick inside his equally warm walls.

“y-y/n, you feel so good,” he pants out. “guess you’re good at something.”

fuck. that literally pissed you off. like, maybe not exactly in a way where his words irked you, but in the sense that it drove you to keep proving him right since he clearly wants to be right.

he grunts and moans when you get brutal. you’re growling and digging your nails into his skin.

“ah, ah,” his thighs twitch around your waist, a clear sign he’s getting close and sensitive.

you let out heavy breaths, a gruttal moan leaves your throat as you feel your climax building.

“imagine coach comes in here and sees his best swimmer getting fucked like a slut,” you cackle between your grunts. you feels his hole clench around you and you can’t help but feel amused at that. “you wanna get caught being a slut? what would the school think?” his breathing turns more erratic, “what would your daddy think?”

“fuck- y/n stop,” he tries but you just feel so good slamming into him that he just sounds stupid.

“the district stars fucking in the shower rooms, what a header,” you grin as you push your hips flush into his reddened ass cheeks, spilling deep into him.

he shudders, your warm seed sending him over the edge. he can’t even bask in the post-orgasm for a second because you pull out and set him back on his feet. you feel the pull in your shoulder blades, this is going to be embedded in your muscles for a while. yet you don’t find yourself showing any shred of care for him when you notice how wobbly his legs are.

“just watch, i’ll make sure you become a good fuck more than a good swimmer, lee.” you grunt, stepping out of the shower stall while glaring at him.

his heart aches, but he just throws you a lazy, lustful smile. because he knows that as long as he beats you, you’ll take out your anger on him.

and that would mean he’ll mean something to you. one way or another.

[ghostbustting]

hihi, i love your writings! can i get a 80 slash fic where it's around halloween time and the reader was force to attend a party with her friends. Slash notices reader and how hot her costume is. ( a bit modest version of the playboy bunny outfit ) Slash is cocky but the reader doesn't know who the hell he is but after a few drinks...they are upstairs doing the devils tango. 😈

Idk why this took me so long yet so effortless, but october seems to be the perfect month to post it 🙌

♯ ; “𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑵𝑵𝒀„ ༘⋆

Saul "Slash” Hudson x Fem!Reader.

Contains SMUT ; p in v, squirting, dirty talk (?),

oral (f receiving).

The smell of booze and sweats fill my senses, I guess you can already imagine how terrible it is. I can't even remember when did I ever agree to step a single toe into this god awfully packed Halloween party? At this point, I'd rather go trick or treat instead around the neighborhood and receive some sweets by the end of the night.

The whole night I made it my quest to try and stick close to my friends, following them, a similar sight to how dogs would follow their owners around. It was never my desire to attend this party anyways, wasn't quite of a party person at the first place, let alone a Halloween party where I have to dress up in costumes and shit. Yet my friends were quite hard to resist, forcing me to come with them to this party.

So here I am, standing at the corner of this unknown loaded house in my terrible attempt of a Playboy Bunny costume, buying my costume from the nearest store available just a day before the party, despite the cheap fabric making it look like I only put on a black swimsuit and a bunny ears bandana. It was quite revealing, I could feel eyes on me as I walk around, but who the fuck cares?

My friends were long gone from my sight, last thing I seen from them was when they were dirty dancing around some dudes. Unfortunately, I was no fan of that activity, leaving me to just stand in the corner of the party like an absolute outcast. I didn't mind. I had my cup of drink and that was enough to keep me occupied till my friends are ready to take me back home.

News flash, they never did take me home.

In fact, I have completely lose sights of every single one of them. Those little fuckers dragged me here and literally left me to rot between all of these party animals when I could've had a movie night back in my place. What a waste of a Halloween night. Isn't it?

I crush up the empty red plastic cup in my grasp and swiftly threw it away into the trash can, which everyone seems to be oblivious of, judging from all the empty plastic cups laying around on the floor, ready to cause someone to trip and fall.

However, the still fueled up plastic cups set on the table have managed to catch my attention yet again as I find myself making my way back to that table and seeking another cup of drink, which makes this my... third drink..?

My mind shrugs off the forgotten count of drinks as I spot one particular cup with more liquid filled inside besides the other cups. A grin on my lips, my arm stretches and my hand reached out for the cup.

Only to be met by another hand.

A big calloused hand that belonged to a man I couldn't place who or where I would recognize him from.

My eyes trailed from his hand that was lightly touching my own, up to his face, which was mostly covered by those voluminous curls of his hair, a hat sitting perfectly still on top of those curls. Behind those curls, were eyes that peeks through his own strands of hair with a gaze that met mine almost instantly. Almost as if he was inspecting me just like the way I seem like I was inspecting him.

"This cup's taken, sweetheart." He spoke to me, his voice causing a rather odd and unfamiliar tingling feeling in my stomach.

Only then did I realize how warm the feeling of his skin was against my cold one, his voice able to mute out the loud rock music that has been blaring through the speakers all evening as he say, “Or should I say.. Bunny.” This time, he ends his words with a chuckle, eyes trailing up and down my costume.

I raise my eyebrow at him and reluctantly let go of the cup from my hand, “Whatever.” I muttered before taking a different cup displayed on the table, yet somehow still feeling the gaze of those eyes that belonged to him on the side of my head, gaze so strong that he was practically burning a hole right through me. Just as I turn to him again with a sip of the drink, it was proven that he was indeed still gazing over me.

A sigh left my lips from the liquid that cleared my throat, my hip carefully leaning against the table while I listen as words seem to leave him yet again, “No company, Miss Bunny?” He ask, his hand reaching up to deliver the cup to his lip, I watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallow the liquid.

”My friends are here, but they… well, they found other companies.” I shrugged.

I hear him click his tongue and shake his head, “And let you isolate yourself over there in the corner? Sounds like a bunch of fakers to me.” He scoffed, a small smirk playing devilishly on those lips he owned on his face.

”No, no..” I shake my head with a small chuckle, “I didn’t want to attend this party at first anyways, so—”

”Well, why the fucking hell not?!” He threw his arms up, the liquid spilling from his red cup just a little, “With a costume as sexy as this, I surely thought you’d be much more of a party animal.” WIth each words he spoke, I can feel more and more the way his gaze seems to caress the skin of my body up and down. It was rather odd… it made me feel a certain feeling in my heart that made it beat faster, my thighs clenching just a little. Or was it just the effect of the drink? I couldn’t even figure it out before he spoke yet again.

A step was taken from his shoe, his body moving closer to my own, “How ‘bout I show you the real fun of the party? Some talking, dancing, more drinking maybe?” The mysterious man suggested, that same smirk on his face, “I’ll keep it appropriate. I promise, Miss Bunny.” He spoke almost in a teasing way that I was quite confident this night wouldn’t end up in such an appropriate ending anyways.

”Fine then, rockstar looking guy.”

The moment I let my decission slip out, the moment names were shared, and the moment my third drink became my fifth, time seems to fly in a way that is quicker than ever. Each joy of a party that the guy— Slash showed me became a comfort I found building up in me around him. My still somewhat sober part of a brain tried desperately to comprehend whether this feeling is caused by the alcohol in my system or just purely by the fact this man is so mesmerizing. Perhaps even both of those.

The more information I learn about him, the more I feel a magnetic sort of pull towards him, I just hope my pupils aren’t heart-shaped at this very moment. As time passes by, it feels as if I’ve known him for decades and decades already, in knowledge of small details of his very own life. HIs famous band, Guns ‘N Roses, his love for snakes, his guitar skills.. Can he be any more interesting?

Touches were shared here and there, especially when we joined the people dancing around to the music. His large warm palm on my waist was a touch that have been spiritually tattoed onto my skin, a touch to think back every now and then about the strange and mysterious— yet charming stranger I met at the Halloween party.

I mean, honestly, I didn’t know how it all ended up this way.

However, my half sober guess was a 100% correct guess as the first moment we were just dancing and drinking innocently, the second moment we were in some random bedroom, the third moment.. I'm on top of his body, stradling his naked lap as I bounce up and down his large cock, moans pulled out of my lips like a dirty prayer. His hands were yet again placed on both of my waist as he help me bounce up and down, the tip of his cock that was already slick from my saliva moving smoothly in and out of my hole.

”Oh god, yes!”

I gasped, my head thrown back as dirty moans cannot stop pouring from my lips which were smiling widely from ecstasy. Looking down, my eyes lands on the ripped stockings I wore and the way his cock slipped in and out of my dripping cunt, not to mention the way one of his hands have moved to use his thumb on my clit, rubbing harsh circles.

The bastard was smirking back up at me, small grunts leaving his lips as he buck his hips up to me every here and there, “Shit— How are you so fucking tight?” He chuckled breathlessly through his grunts, the circles he rubbed over my clit became more urgent while his hold on my waist tightens to the point it might leave a mark.

My mind was clouded, I couldn't think of another thing other than how good his cock filled me up, fitting just perfectly inside of me as if his cock was made specially for my cunt.

Eventually, my body fell ontop of him as my body became weak, limp with his cock still burried deep inside of me. Slash didn't let that stop his fun though as he suddenly flipped our position, positioning me on my stomach on the bed while he took his position behind me, hand on my hip and the other on his member.

"Gonna fuck this pussy so hard.." He grunted as he finally pushed his head through my folds, pushing a lewd moan out of my throat, "You like that, mm? Such a good bunny, aren't you?" He laughed, his hand coming down to smack across my ass.

The sting that lingered on from his palm caused me to gasp loudly, eyes rolled to the back of my head till they were shut tight with my face pressed into the pillow, "Fuck! Please.." I cried out as he thrusted in and out of me with a pace of no mercy, no resistance, hips snapping back and forth as sounds of skins slapping fills the room.

His arms slowly trail to wrap around my stomach, as if they were snakes lurking around me and ready to feast on me. I feel him placing his weight on me, chest on my back while he press his lips onto my ear, "Gonna fuck you dumb. Now you can be a real fucking rabbit."

Those were the last things I managed to hear before I feel him thrusting in and out of me again. Hard. And fast. I could hardly utter out a letter as my words were taken away by each pump. He was fucking me like rabbits would, humping like rabbits do. It was rough. It was dirty. And I loved every single second of it.

I can feel the veiny skin of his cock dragged in and out of my walls, the tip hitting every single spot that made the pressure bunch up even more in my stomach which only increased when he tightened his arms around it. Nasty moans left my lips, so loud that it eventually turned to lewd screams, eyes rolled to the back of my head.

"S-shit!" I gasped, "More, more.." My words came out in a desperate pant of lust, my ass trying to grind back against him.

Yet another breathless laugh escaped him, "Dirty slut.." He spat, one of his hands trailing up to slip two digits of his fingers past my lips, to which I instantly sucked on like— as he worded, an asbolute dirty slut. Humming around his digit and swirling my tongue around them, I feel him twitching right inside me.

Yet somehow, he never ever changed his pace, staying determined on that rough and deadly pace that made me feel like I'm on cloud nine.

I pull my face away from his fingers as I gasped out, "Close.. I'm so close.." My hand flew to his arm as I hold it tightly, needing something to hold on before I could pass out right on his devil of a cock. "Please.. finish me.." As much as I hate hearing myself and admitting it, I sounded the whiniest I've ever been, underneath him, begging him to give me the best orgasm I ever had.

"You're fucking crazy if you think I wouldn't.." He grunted, fingers digging into the soft skin of my waist as he finally starts slowing his pace, obviously just as close as I was, at the same time he reached down to my sensitive clit, rubbing those same harsh circles he did earlier.

It didn't take long enough before I let out the loudest moan I did tonight right as the fluids of my cum came squirting out of my cunt, "Oh fuck! Fuck!" I gasped, never once experiencing an orgasm like this. Eventually, I feel his own thick cream filling me up till I'm full of him, his voice groaning right in my eyes, something I wish I could listen to every sinful night I went through.

As soon as we finished, Slash pulled out of me and pulled my hips up so my ass was in the air. Being in my fucked up stance, I didn't know what was going to happen till I feel his warm tongue lapping our mixed cum that was oozing out of my folds, eating it out like he was starving man.

My throat was way too tired to even be loud anymore, only letting out a quiet and strangled moan as he finished, hopping onto the spot on the bed right next to me, a wide devilish smirk already on his glistening lips that was soon attatched to mine, my tongue tasting both of us with a grin building in my own face.

I feel him reach for my bunny ears and took it off me. Only when we pull apart that I noticed he have put the bunny ears on himself and place his own hat on my head.

"You look stupid."

He laughed at my statement while one of his thumbs ran over my ruined and smudged make up. "You still look sexy, bunny."

Well damn it, I guess I love Halloween.

[contacthigh520]

dante kiss data

how were kisses counted? kisses are counted by animation (when the lips meet and part). text is also counted (ie, the text says someone kissed the another). this is specifically because in icy equilibrium room 5, eiden kisses dante but the camera pans away because they didnt make an animation for eiden leaning up. (which is fair enough. this (probably) contributes to why dante is always kissing eiden.)

this also means entire conversations can occur during one ‘kiss’; a kiss operates on the same rules of a blowjob in nu carnival. even if an individual has their mouth full of cock or tongue, they're still pretty articulate.

it's funny that after dante got his first kiss, he immediately went for one million smooches. (this is partially bc icy r5 is pretty focused on kissing but still.) the reason i ended up noting all this down is because i was rewatching his H-rooms and noticed there was a lot more kissing than I remembered. (i usually press-and-hold through the H-rooms so i tend to miss stuff in them;;)

it should be said that i don't really know how if this is a lot of kissing relative to the clan? im not super aware of the kiss rates in other clan member's rooms. so if anyone else has kiss rate knowledge, hit me up... i want to compare our tongue tango data and also catch up on other clan member intimacy stories.

other fun reoccurring bits (h-rooms tend to focus on one kink/situation so whatever repeats is extra noteworthy. (i might have missed some)):

dante playing with eiden’s nipples (blazing coliseum r5, icy r2, infernal r2, circus r5)

biting (blazing colesium r5, eternal hanabi r5)

dante’s cock growing bigger/harder mid-sex (sometimes multiple times) (multi-phase boss type of penis) (eternal hanabi r2, eternal hanabi r5, sunburst r2, cowboy r2)

dante telling eiden not to give him orders or not to move (Story H-Room, SR H-room, OG SSR r5, eternal hanabi r2, eternal hanabi r5, icy equilibrium r2, icy equilibrium r5, sunburst r5, cowboy r2)

other dante takeaways

he fucks pretty hard lmao… eiden’s shoulders/hips/back tend to take the brunt of his thrusts. dante also has a tendency to thrust as much of himself into eiden at once (as opposed to easing into it)

given the chance and the right mood, he seems to enjoy marathon sex (eternal hanabi r2, cowboy r5, circus r5)

he’s quite sensitive to being touched (<— touchstarved), overtly sexual or not (SSR r2, eternal hanabi r1+2, icy r5, cowboy r1)

other notes (that are also about mostly dante)

for the some of the rooms w/o kissing, some of them i attribute to positioning. blowjob dante (beach r2) was unlikely to get a kissing animation with eiden for a number of reasons. same with circus spanking eiden (circus r2). still!! there was kissing even outside of h-rooms which surprised me. icy r4 wasn't surprising since that's The EnEi Kiss (ie, Dante's first kiss). but scorching sun surprised me and so did cowboy dante! i kinda thought they'd limit all the kissing to being animated. i appreciate the text kisses. an arc that i wasn't sure how to quantify is dante's control arc? we kind of see it in the number of times dante tells eiden not to order him or not to move. it's very common for dante to also try to order eiden around or express general frustration with eiden doing confusing, sexy things that wrest his body's control from him. he's most comfortable when he's controlling the movement and positioning (like eternal hanabi r5 or icy equilibrium r2). this is probably part of why he doesn't get his cock out in a lot of rooms. (this is most notable to me because they always mention that his cock is hard in the rooms. it's just that... it stays packed away for a rainy day.) he seems into overwhelming eiden (which probably started in eternal hanabi r2 where he got all flustered about eiden moaning after dante tried to 'push him to his limits'). we get to seem him get most flustered when eiden is 'in control' (like in OG SSR r2 or maid r2). this is why eiden has to basically ask him for control when he rides him in beach r5 (u may have seen it mentioned around). its a switch up in their dynamic! the fact that dante lets eiden control the pace (for a little) shows his trust in him. another motif that i didn't quantify is how their sex is usually framed! frequently, it's framed as an exchange of some kind: reward, punishment/retribution, competition, trade, etc. they're usually having sex for a reason (rather than having sex for fun). this makes sense because dante doesn't really believe in fooling around or having fun for the fun of it. there are a few exceptions to this of course such as beach r5 and scorching sun r2. he's really warmed up to eiden so he's probably more amenable to casual sex than him or eiden realize. dante has hardcore fallen for eiden. and eiden has also really warmed up to dante! but, as to be expected with how tsundere dante is, there are a few missed signals. for example, eiden tends to assume dante doesn't want to play when dante is ready to have fun (kleinmas r3, cowboy r4) or eiden missing when dante's supermoon sized crush on him is showing (the threelegged race in the beach event + the small story after). after the circus event, i'm very excited to see their relationship develop. they're at a funny stage where they try to one-up and fluster the other. sex IS something you win

[chipperchemical]

it's time for my annual insanity arc, so here is every hermit/traffic ship that i actively enjoy and 1 headcanon for each one! (worth mentioning that i love most ships, these are just my favourites)

Grian x Mumbo (Grumbo) -> Grian is the only one who can bring Mumbo out of his redstone hyper-focus mode by cooking him unnecessarily gourmet meals and pretending to be sad when Mumbo doesn't instantly sit down to eat with him.

Grian x Scar (Scarian) -> When Scar's in his wheelchair, Grian will run around while pushing him and sing the Mario Kart star song at full volume.

Grian x Bdubs (Gridubs) -> They have a STRICT nighttime routine and if anyone interrupts then they will never hear the end of it.

Grian x Doc (Gridoc) -> Grian keeps bringing different animals home and Doc keeps trying to say no, but every single one grows on him eventually.

Grian x Mumbo x Scar (Mumscarian) -> Mumbo keeps trying to convince the other two to eat redstone, but he's only successfully convinced Scar.

Bdubs x Doc (Bdoc) -> The absolute embodiment of the sunshine/moon trope, but Doc is the sunshine and Bdubs is the moon.

Bdubs x Etho (Ethdubs) -> Etho likes trying on dresses and skirts and gives Bdubs little catwalk fashion shows.

Bdubs x Impulse (Impdubs) -> Extremely sweet to each other while destroying their enemies.

Bdubs x Keralis (Kerdubs) -> They spend every Sunday eating cereal and watching a movie in bed.

Bdubs x Mumbo (Bedstone) -> Mumbo's fast food order is always incorrect and Bdubs is the one who has to ask the worker to correct it.

Bdubs x Zedaph x Impulse x Tango x Skizz (BZITS) -> The ONLY thing that makes them all chill out after hard days is a massive cuddle pile in their nest of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals.

Cub x Scar (Cubscar) -> When they're close to each other, their eyes get slightly bluer and their prankster urges get stronger, like a physical biological change.

Cub x Doc (Docub) -> They constantly dress up as Dr Frankenstein and Frankenstein's Monster for Halloween, and they switch who is who every year.

Doc x Etho (Detho) -> Doc leaves little gifts and bouquets around Etho's base, but Etho either doesn't see them or has zero idea who they're from until Doc brings it up.

Doc x Ren (Rendoc) -> The fathers of the server.

Doc x Joel (Doel) -> They are the most stubborn and competitive couple to the point that the others can't tell if they're on the verge of breaking up or not -- they never are.

Doc x Zedaph x Impulse x Tango x Skizz (DZITS) -> They regularly smoke zaza together and bake brownies.

Etho x Joel (Smalletho) -> Their only petnames for each other are vicious insults.

Impulse x Skizz (Skizzpulse) -> Impulse doesn't typically like touch, but Skizz's hugs are so warm and comforting that he doesn't mind one bit.

Impulse x Zedaph x Tango (ZIT) -> Tango and Impulse have amazing body heat while Zedaph is always cold, so their cuddles are the perfect temperature.

Impulse x Zedaph x Tango x Skizz (ZITS) -> The other Hermits figured out that they were a polycule after extreme confusion over why they all kiss each other.

Impulse x Tango x Skizz (ITS) -> Impulse and Skizz both use Tango as a heat pack for their wings and chronic pains.

Tango x Jimmy (Ranchers) -> They're both the absolute best gift-givers and always give each other the perfect presents.

Skizz x Tango x Jimmy (Jizzango) -> Jimmy goes non-verbal sometimes so they all know sign language and are experts at Charades.

[loveemii]

“Devils Tango”

Alastor x Afab! - Lucifer x Afab! - Oneshot/Headcanons

Warnings: Smut.

| ALASTOR |

- Alastor never romantically cared for anyone, that was until be began to notice you more often

- He noticed how you always stayed calm even in the most dangerous situations, he noticed how you look into his eyes, and he absolutely noticed how you get turned on so easily

“Turned on again? So easily too, I wonder what gets you off?” Alastor spoke with his radio filter on, his voice sounded a bit chirpy though and almost teasing and daring.

———

- You two became close friends when you saved him from Adam during the extermination

- Overtime he grew most comfortable with you and began to turn off his radio filter whenever he had the chance to be alone with you

- And he’d even be more touchy than he was with anyone else, this was something you noticed very quickly

“Alastor? Are you sexually aroused by me?” You spoke in a low and breathy tone, looking up at his eyes; his eyes became a bit panicked but his smile remained. “What makes you think that, dear friend of mine?” He tried to play it off but you knew how nervous you made him.

“I can smell your aroma, and it makes me just want to have a taste..” You admitted as you licked your lips wet, he took a deep breath in as his cheery smile kept over his face. Tilting his head slightly he spoke, “Oh, really?”

———

- Ever since Alastor and you became the best of friends whenever you stood next to him your right or left wing (depending which side he was on) would wrap around his back and he wouldn’t mind

- And whenever you sneezed you used a wing to scratch the top of your nose, that was until Al began to lend you a handkerchief

Your wings spread wide to the side as Alastor placed both of his hands on your hips as he fucked you from behind, close to your ear he huffed like an animal that was mounting full of lust.

“So fucking good~..”

You heard along with some breath moans, “Fuck~”

Alastor grabbed your panties and licked the soaked area as he continued to mount you like the wild demon he is, what you didn’t know though was that when you were grabbing onto his desk where he talked on radio throughout all of hell was that you accident hit the “On Air” button. And everyone can hear how good Alastor is fucking you, so senseless.

| LUCIFER |

- Lucifer is 5’2, he always had a thing for taller women; and when he saw that you were just a few inches taller turned him on immediately

- He always looked up at your breasts when you weren’t looking but when you did he was a blushing mess; avoiding your gaze and playing with his fingers. It didn’t help that you were so flirty too

“Like what you see?” You spoke to the king to hell in a teasing tone that made his arousal visible that he had to turn around, “W-what are you talking about?” Lucifer pleaded in a worried tone.

———

- Lucifer first noticed your poise when you two met for the first time

- He noticed how your eyes were low as if filled with lust each second, and how you somehow always had a sly smirk over your face

- You on the other hand noticed how much Lucifer stared up at you, or rather your boobs; it didn’t bother you since you wore outfits that would surly make anyone stare; you wanted him too

“Are you hard~?” You teased, his face grew red with blush as he tried his very best to look away from your siren eyes, “What?” Lucifer dragged out his sentence, “Nooo, why would you say that..?” He spoke awkwardly.

“Because I can see your cock through those pants of yours~” Lucifer’s face was flushed with embarrassment as he quickly grabbed a pillow from the hotels couch and placed his over his crotch. He had this cheeky cute smile over his face.

———

- Alastor tried to flirt back with you but had almost always failed

- When he didn’t fail, he absolutely made you blush and get all shy

- It gave him more confidence, and when he did gain more confidence he would take more control over the flirting

“Charmed I’m sure.” Lucifer winked up at you as you looked away in a pout with blush over your cheeks.

- It didn’t take you two long to get physical, when he finally got you all alone he was more touchy and eventually a kiss went to hickeys, and hickeys went deeper

“F-fuck~!” Lucifer moaned as you bounced on top of his dick, “Ngh-!” You moaned out as his left hand gripped your left breasts and played with your nipple as his mouth latched onto your right breast. Sucking and licking your nipple occasionally pulling on it with his teeth.

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thank you for reading (^_^) i hope you enjoyed

- please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, thank you

[hybbart]

The picture with Revy is so soft. But I think what gets me the most is the gentle little kiss Jimmy is giving him on the head. I know its hard for both but it must be really hard for Tango. Not to mention how the cats will take their big compainon suddenly being gone

It's difficult for everyone. And this is definitely one of the few arcs primarily written from personal experience.

I think Tango's never really had a pet before and he's the sort that gets stressed and protective of things. So to lose Revy because in his mind he wasn't observant enough to stop them from leaving or fast enough in rescuing them, it's making something already difficult even worse. (In this case I can relate to him more based on my own experience with a pet of mine, especially cause my current cat has the same issue but we caught it early enough he was saved instead.)

He also just isn't good at handling loss at all, he has a lot of emotions and he doesn't know how to deal with them in ways that don't involve literally exploding. His arm, the ranch, and now Revy, he's never been good at handling them. I think it ptobably also isn't lost of him that it's because of something that can't ever affect him but can and has infected many of his loved ones, Jimmy's gotten sculk before too. He's an overthinker and can fall into bad thoughts easily, it probably feels like everyone is going to get taken from him at the moment.

Jimmy is much more emotionally mature and he's been around animals his whole life. He's the one who likely slaughtered most of the cows and chickens back on the ranch and owned pets before, so he knows how to handle it better and focus on Revy. Not that he's any less upset he just is better about handlign it.

The hardest part of everything, though, is going to be the fact that Revy was basically his assistance dog. Without him, even with his machines, Jimmy's likely to have a lot rougher time of things. Norman isn't useless for this, he visibly acts up if somethings wrong, but he doesn't make a bunch of noise when Jimmy stops breathing in his sleep or protect him when he's having a bad day. Revy really was a big part of why the ranchers could be independant and especially travel where they currently are.

As for Norman, they weren't attached at the hip and he still has the chickens, but it certainly is a difficult change in dynamics for him, especially separated from Flick.

Bullseye is probably more affected than Norman tbh. I guess I never really showed it but Revy was a big help with keeping the horses calm by walking with them and hearing threats that might spook them. Now it's really only Jimmy's hearing that can help. Bullseye's become of the more resilient horses which is why they picked them to bring but it's still a big adjustment to deal with.

[forever-and-whats-left]

I saw someone make a headcannon post, so why not?

Erik:

• he knows pressure points, human weaknesses, etc. basically my excuse to say Erik would know how to disarm Meg in LND because what was that.

• good at everything to an infuriating level. (Everything psychological not so much)

• has an arsenal of dad jokes he uses in increasingly insensitive ways.

• has some weird thing about size. Type of guy to call you “small” as a flirtatious move…

• easily hurt, both physically and emotionally, but refuses to take a break or admit it. Unless Christine is concerned, then he’ll do nothing but wail about it for attention.

• his hands are both cold and smelly, take that translation truthers!

• if he were an ordinary man, he’d still be a complete snob.

• when he’s going crazy he vents his emotions out on a Carlotta-esque toad puppet. There is a tiny wooden stick he beats it with.

Christine:

• would love Fiona Apple.

• her love language is tolerating you.

• people call her “nice” because they rarely speak to her at all. Not that she isn’t, but I’ve always thought she was a bit asocial.

• extremely empathetic to animals. She can’t even kill a spider. (Ahem)

• dislikes being touched.

• moved around with her father a lot, so she has some pretty severe attachment issues. She had good reasons to leave Erik, but Raoul(while he can be a jerk) takes the brunt of her poor coping mechanisms.

• In another life, had Erik not been so pushy and murder-y, they would’ve been very very close.

• Asexual. Yeah. Take that.

• Or she at least would dislike the very potent closeness and intimacy the devils tango brings. In other words sex repulsed.

• After the book, I imagine she took a small break from opera. She'd spent so much of her life doing things for others, and now it was time to do something for herself. Maybe she started singing what she wanted to sing, or maybe she pursued something entirely different. My idea: she began writing stories. After all, her connection to them had always been strong.

• a private woman, thus why she didn’t speak with leroux.

Raoul:

• can be an asshole, but more willing to admit it that others. I choose to interpret the fact that he so readily admitted how cruel he was(to a man who would publish this no less!) as an admission of guilt.

• would never take away music from her.

• a bit pudgy, but has some real muscle beneath it. He can’t be a twink doing sailor work I don’t think. (That rhymed!)

• hates Erik for taking his brother from him. He has a hard time watching Christine mourn Erik because of it.

Daroga:

• becomes Christine’s friend after the plot of the book. How, you ask? Beats me.

• I don’t have many headcannons about him I’m so sorry. Please, pitch your own id love to see em! He’s such an interesting character I feel so bad!

[imhere-imqueer-ilikedeer]

Respawn Denied Species Worldbuilding (Species Building? idk)

Since a lot of these guys have some headcanons of mine, I figured I'd make it all into a post so yall could see what I'm talking about when I mention the species :)

Blaze-Borns (Tango Tek)

Pretty standard by fandom standards. Fire hair and fire resistance. Only lore that's specific to my au is that their magic fire is very resistent to outside magic, and it'll literally just burn it out of a blaze's body.

Syrens (Jimmy and Lizzie)

They have legs okay. Essentially humans with some scales and fins (depends on the syren. Jimmy had fins around his ears, Lizzie has them on her ears and her arms. And of course Jimmy's are cod scales and Lizzie's are blue.) Syrens in this world have deadly singing that, unlike irl myths, kill just by hearing, instead of by luring. Unfortunately, they also kill the syrens who sing it. This has led to some natural selection which means Respawners are more common in syrens.

Tanukis (Joel)

(yes I got inspiration from melloz heist shut up /lh). These guys are raccoon dogs like in the Japanese myths, however I have ascribed many of my own headcanons to this world's tanukis. First of all, theyre shapeshifters. Technically their true form is a raccoon, but these guys often have a most comfortable form they spend most their time in. For instance, Joel's is his human form which has a raccoon tail and ears. Tanukis are known for being cheeky buggers. In my au, they can only turn into things of the animal kingdom, and only have one form per species. This is why Joel is short, despite wishing he was tall.

Shapeshifters (Mumbo Jumbo)

You'd think this is similar to Tanukis, wouldn't you? (this is an actual dilemma I had which forced me to come up with differences lol) So, unlike tanukis, Shapeshifters can turn into inanimate objects as well. They also have the ability to change their form within a species. So if Mumbo wanted to be taller, he could be. He could also be a teapot, or a bridge, or a tree, or a clock, or you get the idea.

Guardian-Borns (Scott and Martyn)

These guys are quite similar to syrens, but also not. For one, no deadly singing. They are also more accoustemed to deeper, colder waters, while syrens prefer shallower, warmer waters. They are very protective and driven, and are excellent fighters, on land and in water. They also have to be in water more often, while syrens can go a long time.

Shades (Etho and Cub)

This is what yall voted for, a headcanon that I am not even kidding when I say I made it up in 20 minutes. Essentially, a Shade is a person decended from Phantoms. They're usually nocturnal, but don't have to be. They have white hair like the underside of a phantom, and green blood (Why does Cub not have white hair, I hear you ask? Well, he's being dramatic. He died it). The longer it's been since you've slept, the more it hurts to get punched by one of these guys (this means if you havent slept in ages, Etho can oneshot you into next week).

Centaurs (Gem)

Pretty standard as centaur headcanons go. Expert fighters, very robust and hard to kill. Can have different animal legs, Gem's is a deer, but it's not really explored in my au. Also she has a *wicked* kick.

Whatever the fuck is going on with Cleo

Cleo's technically a human, but she has this weird thing where each time they die a part of themself dies, essentially slowly turning them into a zombie. She can detach those parts of herself, and it makes Mumbo throw up lol.

Non-notable species/people

these guys have basic headcanons/ don't show up in this particular story, but may in future.

Grian: avian (surely I don't need to explain it to you, its the most basic headcanon there is)

Scar: Vex

Bdubs: plant guy. I honestly don't even know whats happened there, he's just plants.

Ren: Dog man (?) (also not relevant in this part of the au, along with martyn)

Skizz: angel

Impulse: demon

BigB: creaking, not relevant in this part of the au

and of course, the fic itself.

[erstwhilesparrow]

for @mcyt-aro-week , based on the Feb 23 prompt ___ to Friends / Adventure / Baking !

content warnings: brief suicidal ideation, internalized arophobia

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Jimmy wakes with an ugly pit of dread in his stomach, breath smothered against the blankets. Tango isn’t clinging to him or anything — he’s been careful enough to stick to his side of the bed — but Tango’s body is warm. The bed is narrow. There’s a bit of light slipping in through the rough windows in their front doors.

Tango mumbles something sleepily at him when he gets out of bed.

“Nothing,” Jimmy replies quietly. “Just getting started on the bread. It’ll— take a while.”

The rustling of sheets. Jimmy pictures Tango, the rise and fall of his breathing, and then he can’t. He just can’t, so he goes to the chests, where all the real stuff is, the wheat and the water and the bowls.

It’s not hard, making bread. It takes a while, is all. A lot of it is about waiting around. He listens to the sound of the blankets, the occasional creak of the bedframe, while he mixes ingredients and kneads dough. It’s early morning. There’s light coming in, but not much. There’s a little bit of a snore in the way Tango breathes.

Jimmy dumps the dough in a bowl and staggers out into the dewy morning air. He gathers wheat. He replants the seeds. He thinks about the long drop down to the river at the bottom of the ravine. It wouldn’t even kill him. He’d just fall, unless he missed the water.

Oh, but he doesn’t want to be like Martyn, does he?

—

Jimmy wakes up, same pit, same smothering, same light. He fucked up the bread again. It’s not even that hard. Even you could get it right, Tim, comes Grian’s voice, though only a memory. It’s just him and Tango in this house. Just them and the morning light. Tango mumbles something and Jimmy feels Tango’s breath tickle his cheek.

He gets out of bed and goes straight outside this time. He’ll get it right this time. He’ll keep an eye on the dough as it rises, make sure to dust everything with flour, double check that he greased the bowl but not too much. It’s a lot of waiting around, a lot of watching something until you don’t realize it’s changed, but— He’ll get it right this time.

He almost pinches himself to wake up, the early morning mild around him, but Tango’s still sleeping. It’s like a wire between Jimmy’s teeth, tugging at his jaw. His soulmate will feel it if he pinches himself.

Jimmy collects the wheat. Jimmy checks on their gates, their walls. Jimmy does not hesitate in front of their door. It’s just his soulmate in there, dozing, waiting for him. It’s Jimmy’s turn to handle the food. Fresh, perfect bread for the perfect partner.

—

The next time, Jimmy makes it all the way to breakfast.

“You did the bread,” Tango says, tearing out a haphazard chunk of one of yesterday’s loaves and sticking it in his mouth. Chews. His hair is falling in his face, strands like stretched dandelion flowers. “I can feed the animals.” He glances in the direction of the pen. “They could do with some culling, honestly.”

“Yeah,” Jimmy agrees absently. “Yeah, I’ll… Erm. What are we short of?”

Tango snorts unflatteringly. “Everything, man.”

“Right,” Jimmy says. “Right, yeah, we’re really—” He laughs a little. “We’re really poor, aren’t we?”

Tango cants his head, amused. “This is the part where you say all we need is each other, Jimmy.”

“Is it?” Jimmy asks, startled into earnest surprise.

Tango laughs. He turns in his seat so he can stretch his legs out beside the bare, haphazard table. A lot of Tango, besides the colours, is unremarkable.

“I’m not actually done with the bread,” Jimmy confesses. “It’s taking a bit.”

“Just waiting for it to rise, yeah?” Tango says.

Maybe that’s the problem. It takes so long, and Jimmy keeps putting it off. They’ll be out tonight, if he’s not quick about this. And not that they don’t have other food, it is a ranch after all, but if they’ve planted all this wheat, why waste it?

Jimmy’s had a lot of time to think about that. He tries to forget while he eats the chunk of bread Tango hands him.

“Do we not even have two bowls?” Jimmy mumbles, taking another piece of bread and scattering crumbs across their table.

“You used the other two,” Tango points out. He doesn’t make a fuss about much of anything behind closed doors, but sometimes he gives Jimmy this look—

Jimmy sighs and puts his head to his palm. “I forgot.”

As if to salt the wound, when he finally goes to check on the dough, he finds he didn’t even remember to cover it properly.

—

It was different with Scott, wasn’t it? They didn’t trade breath like that. And there was all that business with ‘being married,’ but…

No, we have to share, Scott told him once, in that flower valley with their backs to the border, him rummaging through Jimmy’s chests while Jimmy squinted at him. We’re married; that's how it works. See? I even left a flower for you.

It all struck Jimmy as a very Scott sort of thing to do.

—

This time. This time. He’s put the cover halfway on the bowl already, and he’s got the grease out in the other bowl. He left Tango breathing slowly in their bed and remembered to wash his hands. He’s collecting wheat when he looks up and Pearl’s peering over the wall.

“Hi, Jimmy!” she chirps.

Jimmy laughs weakly. “How are you so chipper this early in the morning?”

Pearl hauls herself up onto their wall so easily it makes Jimmy want to grab his sword. “I guess I’m just a morning person. And a nighttime person. And a middle of the day person. I haven’t been sleeping very much.”

Jimmy puts away the wheat he’d been holding. “You looking for something?”

“You think I’m looking for something?” Pearl asks, grinning too wide.

“Hey now. No funny business,” Jimmy says.

“Funny business? No, no,” Pearl laughs. “Nothing funny at all about this.”

Jimmy crosses his arms. Pearl’s gotten strange, but really, what did anyone expect? Her and Scott breaking off like that— “You should get going. I’ve got baking to do.”

“Ohhh,” Pearl says, eyebrows raised. “All right.” She snickers. “Everything’s harder with two mouths to feed, isn’t it? Tilly’s like that too.”

“Your dog isn’t— Don’t be silly.” Jimmy bites down on his burst of frustration. It’s pathetic is what it is, to be soulmates with a dog. Everyone looks at you and knows. But it doesn’t do to antagonize reds, and whatever Pearl is is close enough. “Just go.”

“Jeez, okay,” Pearl mutters, climbing down the wrong side of the wall and skipping over their wheat. “I thought we were friends, Jimmy.”

Jimmy imagines his chest splitting open, the wicked edge of an axe killing him from the other side of the world.

“We are, we are,” he says. “I’m just— busy right now.”

Pearl laughs again, more brokenly this time. She leaves.

—

Never let it be said Jimmy doesn’t know how to stick to a plan. He’s staying inside for this one, watching the bread rise while Tango eats.

“Ren told you?” Jimmy asks. He’s eyeing the flour they made together. It’s definitely enough, but he’s itching to make more anyway.

“Mm,” Tango says. “Poor guy. But you gotta feel sorry for Grian, too, right? First he gets teamed with Scar, and now this? All that history, the whole server finding out you’re cheating is like—” His voice dips, rough with sleep. “Yeah. Insult to injury.”

Jimmy isn’t sure he can stay where he is another minute. Is he sorry? Is he sorry? Is he sorry? “Poor guy,” he echoes, feeling it reverberate in him, heart and lungs and spine.

“You okay?” Tango asks, the edges of him still soft in the little light that gets in.

Jimmy grins. “Great. I got my soulmate, I got my bread— What more could I want?”

“Iron,” Tango suggests with a sardonic look. “Diamonds.”

Jimmy snickers along with him. He even gets to cut open the dough before putting it in the furnace this time. It burns.

—

Okay. Fine. So it’s not working. So the certainty weighs like a stone in his guts. Jimmy decides on a different tack.

He wakes up — still the pit in his stomach, still the faint light from the door. Still the sheets. But he tries to take a full breath, and he pictures it in his mind’s eye. Outside, once the morning sun has burned away some of the mist. Taking a full breath of cool air. Carrying the dough in the bowl in his hands out onto the wooden platform pressing sinuously along the cliffside. Tearing off a piece of the dough and hurling it, as hard and as far as he can. Like a snowball. Doing that again and again, until all of it’s gone. Until it’s just him, and the air, and a heartbeat in his ears.

Sure. That helps enough. Jimmy gets out of bed. He goes to their chests and follows the steps he’s followed a thousand times. As he’s mixing, he looks down into the bowl. Like a snowball.

No, he’s not doing that. He’s here. He’s got Tango. None of this swanning off to be with chosen soulmates, none of this messing about with snow or cactus or the sharp edge of an axe. Certainly no cheating. Him and Tango, they’re going to get it right, exactly right. He’s going to do it all right this time.

[z0mbiew00d]

Life series hybrid headcanons I really like that aren’t the main headcanon for each charachter

Cleo:

Mainly a zombie, but I really adore mouse Cleo. It’s kinda random and obscure but I was just throwing things at the wall with random hybrids ages ago for those hybrid swap posts and came up with mouse Cleo and now she’s one of my fave hcs ever.

Scar:

Mainly a vex, but I see him as a moobloom. The flowers are related to each season, Third Life being lilacs, Last Life being poppies, Double Life is cornflowers, limited life I’m not sure on, Secret Life is sunflowers, real life he’s a mooshroom, and Wild Life it’s bamboo.

Pearl:

This one’s hard because the main one is definitely moth, but wolf is too popular to put as my “uncommon headcanon” so imma go with cat. Cat pearl is really funny to me, especially in the context of Double Life. Kitty in charge of a pack of wolves, peak humour.

Martyn:

Another tricky one but this time because there’s no real commonly agreed on headcanon for him from what I’ve seen. Everyone really makes him a human or some random hybrid. Personally I usually see him as a phantom hybrid (I could ramble about phantom Martyn for ages <3 I love him <33) but also cat Martyn is super fun, especially in Secret Life. He also just has wet cat vibes.

Etho:

I see arctic fox Etho or eldritch being Etho the most, but personally I see him as a snow lynx. I just think it fits him and it looks good with his white hair. Also snow lynx in a white castle in Third Life then the snow fort in Last Life? It fits so good imo.

Jimmy:

Canary Jimmy is obvious the most common one, and I totally understand why, but with the canary curse being gone it’s opened my eyes to breeze Jimmy. It was the first thing that popped into my head when I thought about hybrids for him, and I think it’s such a cool concept. It also matches with Tango in Double Life, blaze and breeze, I love it. Begging y’all to see my vision here.

Lizzie:

Fairy Lizzie is the common one, and tbh it’s mine too, but my uncommon hc for her is cat! (Wow there’s a lot of cats on this list it’s almost like they’re my fave animal-). She’s skittish, cute, awkward at times, but can be incredibly deadly when she feels like it and locks in. Also empires season 2 reference ;3

BigB:

This is same as Martyn, there’s no popularly agreed headcanon for him, but I guess I’ll use creaking since it got super popular from Wild Life, but I’ve not seen it much outside of Wild Life. My rare headcanon for him is curly haired mouse! I don’t have a lot of reasoning for this one I just think it’s cute.

Tango:

Everyone’s seen blaze Tango, it’s the universal headcanon by everyone, but holy shit bee Tango is so fun. That one post about it has blown my mind, he’s so cool. Angry lil bee. I love him.

Scott:

Scotts a tricky one (again) cause like the others there’s no super common one, but I see him with pointed ears a LOT so I guess elf is the main one. My rare hc for him is unicorn, which is so insane to me that that’s rare. It’s so obvious?? It’s so perfect???? Why do people not see the vision…

Mumbo:

Vampire Mumbo is obviously the most popular one and again it’s my normal hc for him but bat Mumbo is my guilty pleasure. Not vampire bat, just bat. He’s got lil bat wings and lil fangs, he has those claw hook things on his inner wrists. He’s just a lil guy. I love him <3

Skizz:

I don’t watch Skizz much but from fanart I’ve seen him as an angel the most. I really like angel Skizz and it’s probs my main hc for him, but butterfly Skizz <3 he’s so silly. Huge buff scarred man screaming LETS DANCE at you and then he’s got huge butterfly wings. What a guy!

Bdubs:

Obviously moss/glare is the common one, and mine too, but holy shit sniffer Bdubs. Please. Looks super similar in design but I think him impulsively finding flowers and plants for Impulse and Etho and Cleo and such is super funny.

These nexts ones were REALLY hard, I struggled to think of something for these ones cause I see them so strongly as the popular ones.

Joel:

He doesn’t necessarily have an agree upon one other than bug but I can’t use ogre as the rare one cause I feel like that’s also super popular. I don’t really like tiger Joel all that much personally so that can’t be my rare one so idk 😭. Fairy I guess, matching with fairy Lizzie. Also it’s funny that he’s this scary evil guy, and then he’s sparkly and has fairy wings.

Gem:

Deer and fox are the popular ones and honestly it’s perfect I wouldn’t change a thing. There’s nothing here that can be improved upon, it’s perfect.

Grian:

Grian is so avian I can’t think of anything else, he’s just a fuckass bird. What do you want from me /lh! Also Watcher obv.

Ren:

Okay what do you want from me here. He’s a dog, he’s a wolf, he’s renDOG. What am I supposed to do here. Anything else doesn’t fit 😭😭!! I couldn’t come up with something for him. He’s just a dog.

Impulse:

Same as Ren, he’s IMPulse what do ya want me to do LMAO. I did see cow Impulse once and I think that’s really cool so I guess that’s my rare one for him ;3

[firequeenofficial]

For the random prompts. 9 and with ranchers? Tango centric?

Hey guess who got carried away again :)

This is based on this post.

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When Tango got himself blown up and Jimmy killed, he was expecting anger, hatred even. He got the former, but only for a few minutes. Before he knew it, the two of them were best buds. 

Jimmy was constantly surprised when Tango stood up for him. Tango was constantly surprised when Jimmy didn’t want anything more than friendship from him. Slowly, with each other’s help, they grew out of that. Tango was happy to support and defend Jimmy in any and every situation, and Jimmy readily drowned him in compliments and offers to help him with anything and everything. 

Tango grew to trust Jimmy in a way he hadn’t trusted anyone before - not that he remembered a “before”. He just felt it, that sense that he was opening up for the first time in a while. In fact, he didn’t remember a single day before waking up in a circle of friends, tied to Jimmy without even knowing it. Once he realised no one else remembered, either, he stopped worrying about that. It must have been normal, he’d reasoned with Etho and Impulse. 

Etho was soul-bonded to Joel, and they were having the times of their lives, messing around and teasing each other like they’d known each other for years. Impulse was with Bdubs, who Tango found he couldn’t be around for longer than a few seconds without seeing red. In some inexplicable way, Impulse felt… half. Like some integral part of him was missing, even though his soulmate was right there. When Tango mentioned it to Etho, he’d agreed that it felt strange, but they couldn’t figure it out. 

But Tango, he was happy and whole. His Rancher was everything he needed, everything he wanted. 

Until suddenly, he wasn’t. 

Until the moment Etho shot him off that cursed tower - why were they even up there, it was so stupid! - and he respawned… different. 

Distant. 

He apologised profusely, stressed and worried and afraid. It was so obvious he was afraid Tango would hate him that it hurt Tango. He hated seeing Jimmy like that, so self-deprecating, blaming himself for their death. True, he shouldn’t have been standing on the edge like that, but it wasn’t his fault Etho shot him. But no matter what he said, Jimmy wouldn’t give up the blame. 

And the more he tried, the more it felt like he was pushing Jimmy away. He started devoting more and more time to tending the animals or farm, or to mining, or resource gathering, or simply disappearing for hours at a time. Tango would go whole days without seeing Jimmy once. Often, the only words they exchanged were, “Good morning,” and, “Good night.”

Tango didn’t know what to do. Something was wrong, it had to be, Jimmy wouldn’t just pull away like this, not over something so stupid. He was ill or hiding an injury or, or, or… or something! But Tango just couldn’t figure it out. If Jimmy was hurt, Tango would be too. If he was ill, Tango would be feeling the effects. But he felt nothing but afraid. 

Nothing made sense. Without his Rancher, the world felt wrong, empty, confusing. He visited Etho - who laughed off their death - and Impulse, but couldn’t find the same rush he normally did while talking redstone. He hung out with Bdubs and Scar, hoping to take out his nervous energy in the form of anger, but even that did nothing to dispel this dread. He burned down Scott’s wannabe-ranch. He sassed Cleo. He exchanged dark jokes and forced laughter with Pearl. Nothing worked. 

It must have been something he did. There was no other explanation. He said or did something wrong, he wasn’t warm enough with his greeting, he didn’t hug him tight enough, he didn’t laugh hard enough at a joke. It had to be something he’d done, because that meant he could fix it. He could apologise and make it right. He could get his Rancher back. If it was anything else, then it was out of control, and that terrified him almost as much as the prospect of their relationship being ruined for good. 

And he couldn’t put into words how much that thought terrified him. It kept him awake at night, it made his hands shake when he was placing redstone, it left him a gasping mess when he was alone in the woods, it permeated every thought and conversation he had. 

Despite how desperately he hoped at first that it was something he could fix, the longer it went on, the more he spiralled. Because the longer this rift between them existed, the wider it got, and it wouldn’t be long until it was insurmountable. And it was all his fault. He didn’t know what he’d done, he didn’t know how bad it really was, he didn’t even know when he’d done it, but he had no doubt in his mind that this split was his fault. And the longer he did nothing about it, the worse it got, and the harder it would be to make up for whatever mistake he’d made. But that fear, and an insurmountable uncertainty on how to approach the subject, held him back. 

Finally he caved, and turned to the one person who knew Jimmy better than anyone else in the world, even him. 

“Tango?” Grian frowned when Tango appeared on the doorstep of his weird-looking base. “What’s up?”

He hated going to Grian for relationship advice, especially considering the state his and Scar’s relationship was in, but he saw no other option barring actively confronting Jimmy, and he was so scared that would just make everything so, so much worse. 

“Something’s wrong,” Tango admitted, then clarified, “With Jimmy.”

“Did you have a falling out?”

“I don’t know.” His voice broke, the stress and fear making it nearly impossible to get a full sentence out. Brokenly, he explained everything, watching as Grian’s face turned paler and paler with every word. 

“And I don’t know what happened,” he concluded. “I don’t know how to fix it.” 

Still standing on his doorstep, Grian wrung his hands. “Um. Yes. I think… I think the best thing would be to talk to him about it.”

“Do you know what’s going on?” Tango asked eagerly. 

“I might.” Grian pursed his lips. He seemed almost as stressed as Tango was. Almost. “But he should be the one to explain it to you. It’s better that way.”

So Tango went home, more confused than ever, but with a little hope, now. 

When he returned to the Ranch, Jimmy was bent over their chests, rifling through them. He froze when Tango walked in, like he’d been caught in a crime. He wouldn’t look at Tango. 

“Hey there,” the blazeborn said uncertainly. 

“Hello.” That was all the avian gave him. One curt, blunt word. No eye contact. A turned back. 

Tango felt like his heart was breaking. It hurt so much he was surprised Jimmy wasn’t flashing red right now. 

“What’s up?” he tried. Maybe Jimmy would tell him what was happening without Tango even having to ask. 

“Nothin’ much.” He didn’t return the question. He didn’t turn to him. He continued giving his soulmate nothing, nothing, nothing. His wings weren’t even shifting like they normally did when he was nervous. They were completely, statue-still. 

Tango took a deep breath, his tail flicking, and asked. “What’s going on with you?”

If Jimmy could go any stiller, he definitely would have. “I don’t know what you’re on about.” He jerked to his feet and went to pass by Tango out of the house, his head still turned completely away. 

Before he even knew what was happening, Tango caught his wrist in his fingers. Jimmy was taller than him, but Tango’s fingers were long and wrapped easily around Jimmy’s tiny wrists. 

Jimmy didn’t look at him.

“Yes you do,” Tango countered. “Something’s wrong. What is it?”

“Just stressed,” Jimmy explained. “We’re on our last life, you know.”

There was more to it than that, there had to be. 

Tango couldn’t help but demand, “Did I do something?”

That, finally, got Jimmy’s attention. His head whipped around on that skinny neck of his, looking straight at him. “No! No, of course not! Why would you think that?”

Tango’s fire hair roared brighter, agitated by his stress. “Because you’ve been avoiding me!”

Jimmy looked like he might try to run away, and Tango’s tail wrapped around his leg all by itself, holding him in place. 

“I-” The canary was clearly reaching for a reason, some lie or excuse he could spit out. Finally, he repeated lamely, “I’ve just been stressed.”

Tango narrowed his eyes. It was a lie, it was so clearly a lie! Not only that, it wasn’t even a good one. Jimmy had been stressed ever since they’d spawned the first time, but he’d never acted like this before. 

“What aren’t you telling me, Jimmy?”

Jimmy licked his lips and looked away again. The moment those brown eyes weren’t fixed on his anymore, Tango felt his heart give a scared tremble. It was happening all over again. Tango could already feel him slipping away from him again. No, no, no, no. 

“I can’t talk about this,” Jimmy murmured, and tried to wrench away from Tango’s grasp. Tango just held on more, his tail twisting tighter around Jimmy’s leg. 

“You have to!” Tango shouted, before catching himself. His voice shook as he said softer, “Please. I want to help. I want to fix it. We can fix it together. Please.” 

Jimmy’s eyes closed, and a tear slipped past his lids. 

“I’m cursed,” he finally admitted. 

Tango blinked. “What?”

There was a long, long silence. Slowly, Tango released his Rancher, ready to grab him again if he made a break for it. Instead, Jimmy only sank down onto his haunches, wrapping his wings around himself so only his head was visible above them. 

He took a long time to say, “This… this isn’t… the first time we’ve done this.”

Tango said nothing, letting him sort his thoughts out. 

“This is the third game,” Jimmy explained eventually. “And… I lost both of the first two. Badly. I just know it’s gonna happen again. No matter what I try, I can feel it coming, like this- this storm, that you can see and you can feel and you know it’ll be awful and it’ll ruin everything and you can’t stop it and all you can do is wait for it to hit and I hate it! But mostly, I hate that I’m gonna drag you down with me.” 

Tango’s head was reeling, even after only this small amount of information. That was way too much to unpack, and he’d never been good with dealing with emotions, which was why he’d spiraled so much and why he’d allowed the problem to get this far. So he focused on the first part, the easiest part. 

“What do you mean this is the third game?”

“We’ve done this twice before. Third Life, then Last Life. Double Life is third.”

“How come you remember? Why can’t I? Why can’t anyone else?” It was easier to think about this than to acknowledge the steadily blooming relief that it wasn’t his fault Jimmy was pulling away, that he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Because I lost. Only the loser and the winner remembers. So Scott remembers Last Life - not Third Life.” There was a shadow of pain in Jimmy’s voice as he added the last part, and Tango found his hatred for Scott growing even further, not that he could explain why. “Grian remembers both, cause he’s Grian. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he won the first game or something, I don’t know. But I lost both games. So I remember both games. And I always will.”

“But no one else does?” Tango clarified. 

“No. No one else.” 

So Jimmy had to sit with these memories alone. He could talk to Grian, but Tango knew he wouldn’t - he wasn’t sure what was happening between the two brothers, but there was always a tension between them. Tango got the idea that Jimmy was lying to him again, saying he didn’t know why Grian remembered, but that wasn’t important. 

“How?” That wasn’t important either, but Tango couldn’t keep the question in. 

Jimmy hesitated. “I- I don’t know.”

Another lie. Lie after lie after lie. This one, Tango couldn’t tell whether it mattered or not. He decided Jimmy would tell him if it did, because the alternative - that Jimmy didn’t trust him anymore - was unthinkable. 

He gathered his thoughts. He made them finally wander over the last part of Jimmy’s opening explanation, to Jimmy’s panic and guilt. 

“So… why were you avoiding me? We could have talked about it.” 

Jimmy’s sigh sounded like it held the weight of the world. “I guess… I don’t know. I guess I thought, if I could stay far away from you, if I could make you wish you weren’t bonded to me- if we both wished that- maybe the bond would break.”

The pain in Tango’s chest gave another painful twinge, so strong he sucked in a breath. If he had tears, his eyes would be drowning. “You… you wish you weren’t bonded to me?”

Jimmy looked back up at him with wide, frightened eyes. “No! No, that wasn’t what I meant, not at all!” 

“Then what-” Tango couldn’t get the tail end of his sentence out as his throat closed up, choking him.

“I just meant- I meant, if we weren’t bonded, you’d be safe! You’d be able to make it further! You wouldn’t be about to go out first, because of me! Maybe you’d even win!” 

“I don’t care about that!” Tango shouted, his voice too small to get the words out if they’d been any quieter. “I don’t care about winning! I’d rather lose a hundred games with you than win one without you!” 

Jimmy stared at him, disbelieving. 

Tango’s mind was racing, connecting dots. After only a second, he said, his voice under control once again, “You said the loser remembers the game, right?”

“Yes.”

“If either one of us goes out first, we both go. We lose together. Right?”

“I- I guess so.”

“So if we lose, I’ll always remember this.” Slowly, he crouched down so he was on eye level with Jimmy. “I’ll always remember you.”

With his body hidden by his feathers, Jimmy was letting his tears fall freely. Carefully, Tango reached out and wiped his Rancher’s cheeks. The tears sizzled on his fingers, though their heat apparently didn’t bother Jimmy at all. 

“I’d rather lose than forget you, I think.” Tango had never been so certain about anything. He’d rather lose than forget his Rancher. He’d rather never win at anything again than have this moment taken from him. 

“R- really?”

“Really. You’ll alway be my buddy, my Rancher.” 

Jimmy sniffed. “Thank you.”

Tango grinned at him and straightened, holding out a hand. “Now come on. If we’re gonna lose this thing, we can at least leave some chaos behind!”

Jimmy chuckled shakily, emerging from his feathery cocoon to take Tango’s hand, letting himself be pulled to his feet. 

They walked out of the house together, still hand in hand, and Tango didn’t have the words for the relief and joy in his chest. It wasn’t his fault. Jimmy didn’t hate him. He had his Rancher back. And he was never going to lose him again. Of that, he was sure. 

[inkie-does-whump]

9

Maybe You're Right (And Maybe lve Been Ruined)

A whump fic about Jimmy being pathetic :3 About 1800 words total, but posting it in several parts. PART NINE

Contains (for the whole fic): torture, abuse, starvation, death (within the three lives system), mental conditioning, stolckholm syndrome, Jimmy gets treated like an animal, golden apples break soulbinding, washing wounds hurt, Jimmy's Avian instincts, mention of Pearl's moth instincts, Martyn is an absolute bitch, previous flower husbands reference, Solidaritek, panic attacks (many of them), unlearning abuse, idk feel like missed something

Summary: Jimmy tries to fix his problem in the only way he knows how. Tango and Scott are hesitant

Author's Note: I wrote this many years ago. It sucks. One more part after this!

Jimmy doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong.

Tango said he was going to love him! He was going to take care of him! Tango was supposed to be his new person, he was going to help Jimmy be good! That’s what he said!

So why is he leaving Jimmy directionless?

Why won’t he claim him like Martyn did? Where are the new shiny collars? Why isn’t he being shown around? “This is mine. Look how good he’s being for me. Nobody else can have him.”

He thought he’d been good for Tango too. He’d followed every instruction he could. He’d not been too loud, he’d agreed with everything Tango’s said. Tango and Scott, both of them!

So of course Jimmy is howling.

His throat aches, but he can’t stop. He needs to be good! He needs Tango to claim him!

“PLEASE!” He screams between sobs, “did I do- something WRONG? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, take me back PLEASE.”

He’s not sure how coherent he is through the tears, but he can’t get himself under control. He can’t stop screaming, stop crying.

His limbs feel weak. It’s hard to breathe. And Tango approaches softly and lifts him in his arms.

Jimmy clings to Tango, crying, “take me back, I’m sorry!”

Tango turns to Scott. Jimmy barely notices Scott thread a comforting hand in his hair.

“Dear, we’re gonna bring you back to you room, okay?” he says, “you seem like you could use some rest. Or at least some time to calm yourself.”

Jimmy doesn’t care. He can’t care. Not when Scott has disowned him like this. He’d promised to take care of him! He’d promised!

Tango is carrying him somewhere. He can’t think straight enough to see where. Jimmy doesn’t pull away. He’s good. He’s good for Tango. Tango wants to take him somewhere.

He's being set down in his bed. When did they enter the bedroom? His ears hurt from his own screaming. His throat feels raw.

Tango eases him down, until he is heaving for breath, laying across the bed. Jimmy swallows his crying.

He gasps for his air, “please…” he whines.

Tango takes one of their blankets, and lays it over Jimmy. He tucks it in one side, and makes sure Jimmy’s wings are laying flat across his back before rolling Jimmy into the rest of the blanket until he’s laying on his stomach.

Jimmy lets him do this. He’s good. He’s good. And the pressure feels calming against his body, like a hug.

He hiccups, “take me back.” He begs, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

Tango curls up next to Jimmy, and wipes tears out of his eyes, “it’s your turn.” He whispers, “take yourself back. We’ll be here to help you, every step of the way.”

His eyes slide to Scott, who is standing in the doorway. He comes over and tosses another blanket over the two of them. The he slowly turns out the light.

Tango smiles, “How do you feel, Honey?”

Jimmy sniffs, “Tired.” He manages, “and hurt. confused. Why won’t you take me?”

Tango just shakes his head.

“Did I make you angry?” Jimmy whispers.

“No.” Tango answers, “I’m tired too. Let’s take a nap.”

A whine escapes from the back of his throat, “but.” He swallows, “but I need you.”

“I’m right here.” Tango says, sleepy, “but you need to see that you’re right here too.”

He reaches up and taps Jimmy’s shoulder, as if he could make the real Jimmy come out by knocking on the door. It doesn’t seem to work, because Jimmy is still confused and tired. So tired.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but he is pulled gently into dreamless slumber.

…

Jimmy wakes up slowly.

You need to see that you’re here too. Tango’s voice repeats in his head. It’s your turn. Take yourself back.

Jimmy rolls over in bed, blinking up at the ceiling. He’s alone in the room, which makes him want to scream again.

But instead he stares numbly at the lights on the ceiling. He tries to understand why he’s been abandoned. He can’t think of anything he’s done wrong. He thinks back through all the command Tango has given him.

Eventually, one sticks out to him.

It’s good to ask for what you want.

Oh.

Jimmy’s been stupid. He should have just asked.

He sits up and rubs his eyes. They’re still teary from that afternoon. He sniffs.

“you can fix it.” He tells himself, “it’s good to ask for what you want. It’s good.”

He hesitantly slips out of bed, blankets wrapped around his shoulders, and drags his feet to the door.

“But it seems like he’s getting worse.”

Jimmy freezes. That was Jimmy.

“It’s only been a week and a half. He’s been through a lot.” Scott answers.

Tango scoffs, “yeah, you would know that.”

Jimmy shuffles closer to the door, listening. Somewhere in the back of his head, he wonders if he’s being bad.

Scott doesn’t answer for a long moment, “I got him out.” He said at last. “if I’d known what they were going to do, I wouldn’t have helped with the kidnapping.”

Tango hisses, smoke pouring from his mouth. Jimmy can smell it. He’s too tired to be scared.

“I didn’t know.” Scott snaps.

“But once you did know?” Tango says, “Did you try to stop him? Did you?”

Scott nods, “of course I did! You see all those stitches he has? That’s my handy work, I kept him alive!”

Tango hesitates. There is a minute where neither of them speak. Jimmy should go in now. He should ask. It’s good to ask.

He pushes the door open, and immediately the tension in the room dissipates. The argument is put away, shelved for some other time when Jimmy is absent.

“hello Dear.” Scott smiles. It seems warm. Real.

“Honey.” Tango greets, “are you feels better?” he waves away the smoke that was hanging over his head.

Jimmy swallows, “um.” He shuffles nervously, “you told me it’s good to ask for things I want?”

Scott nods and Tango says, “Of course. Is there something you need?”

Jimmy takes in a deep breath. Here it goes.

“I want a new collar.” He blurts.

Tango and Scott don’t move. They just look at each other. Scott sighs, nods. Tango nods back.

“We’re proud you asked.” Tango says carefully. “do you know that we care about you and your health?”

Jimmy nods, “yeah.”

Tango swallows nervously, “I’m not sure getting you a new collar is good for your health.”

Jimmy can’t stop the panic that grips his chest. He did it wrong. He forces himself to be calm. Steady.

“But?” Scott prompts.

Tango sighs, “but we saw how… distressed. You were. Earlier today.” He pauses, “so if you want a temporary collar, we could talk about getting you one.”

The air rushes out of Jimmy’s lungs. Relief. It’s okay. It’s okay, they would take him back.

Scott cuts in, “I want to put your name on it.” He says, “and in your own color. So you know you belong to YOURSELF now.”

Jimmy pauses, no quiet processing the words. He belongs to himself? Tango had told him the same thing. It reminds him of something far away, like a dream. He remembers being his own person.

He use to love baking.

There is a distinct memory of Jimmy, slipping out of bed in the early morning. Tango was always a late sleeper. Jimmy had made him pancakes that morning. Not because he had to. Just because he could.

Jimmy nods, “I belong to myself.” He repeats. The pauses. “can it be blue?”

Tango smiles. “of course, Honey.”

…

Scott is very careful about the collar is gives Jimmy, and is very careful about how he gives it.

It is blue, just like Jimmy asked.

But more importantly, Scott made sure it was easy to take off. He wants Jimmy to be able to remove it any time he wants.

As Scott is making the new collar, he can’t help but think about the other collars he made for Jimmy, back before he’d regretted his actions.

It had been red. Because Scott knew that color reminded Jimmy of Tango, and he’d wanted, even then, for Jimmy to be comfortable. Jimmy had, reasonably, ripped the collar off. Martyn asked Scott to make the next collar out of metal.

And Scott had complied.

Because if he hadn’t, he might have lost his alliance, his friends. He might have lost Cleo, his best friend, his chosen partner. He might have lost Pearl, his soulmate.

And who was Scott without his people?

He always has his people.

Jimmy’s new collar has no matching leash. Not even a hook to attach a leash. It is simply a blue band of cloth, with his name stitched in white and a simple silver latch.

Tango approved, but it was sad. Scott felt it too. Like he was making Jimmy worse by doing this. He couldn’t shake the feeling this was the wrong thing to do. It wouldn’t be the first time.

The collar is set on the kitchen table. Scott and Tango agreed to not hand it to him. Jimmy wouldn’t be able to associate it with either of them.

If Jimmy wanted it, he would put it on himself.

Jimmy notices immediately.

His footsteps stutter and his eyes widen. He almost looks relieved. It makes Scott feel sick.

“It’s done?” Jimmy asks, “It’s done?!”

Scott nods numbly.

Jimmy hurries to the table, where the collar is and where Tango is sitting. He kneels on the floor in front of him. Tango looks away, uncomfortable.

“If you want it, take it.” He says.

Jimmy looks up, confused.

Tango manages eye contact. Scott understands the pain.

“You belong to yourself.” He repeats, and realization dawns on Jimmy’s face.

He stands up slowly, like he’s not sure if he’s doing the right thing. Then, re reaches for the collar, grabs it, and looks it over.

“Jimmy.” He reads. “it’s mine. I’m mine.”

He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself.

“not a little Canary. Not a good boy. Mine.” He whispers. Scott thinks he wasn’t meant to hear that. He smiles anyway.

He clips the collar around his neck.

“look, I’m mine!” he declares. He points at the collar excitedly, “mine!”

Tango finally gives him a smile that looks real, “you’re yours.” He says, “and no one else’s.”

Jimmy’s grin lights up the whole ranch, “I want to show Grian and Scar!” he beams, “so they know I’m mine.”

Scott glances at Tango. He doesn’t want Tango to feel like he’s intruding on his relationship with Jimmy. But Tango nods, so Scott nods too. Jimmy can go out any time he wants.

He’s his own.

Scott couldn’t be prouder.

...

First part! Next part!

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Skizz is human, in a world with no humans in it. A world so saturated in magic that every plant and animal and the air itself is full of it. Why should he be an exception? It's a few weeks in, while he's traveling with Zed, Impulse and Tango, when he first feels it. A strange tingling in his chest and at his fingertips, almost electric but not quite. Is it just nerves? Probably. It's making it hard to sleep, and so is the suspicious ache from his back.

Skizz is human, but he might not stay that way.

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[silverskye13]

I have a question about the "short" story (and seriously, don't sell yourself that short (ha), that was incredible and amazing):

what level of canon is this? Is it still the same sort of "filler episode in anime" canon, or more, or less?

Regardless, absolutely stunning and I loved every single second of reading it in my bones. It's so wonderfully done, from Tango's realisation that HK is more complicated than evil or not evil, to Wels' begrudging help (if only because HK is suffering more than he would wish on anybody), to the universe section (and just you wait universe, that spark of never was and never should be is going to become a shining, glorious star and you will love it all the same as your precious hermits), to the simple act of cleaning the armour, setting right what was wronged. So absolutely gorgeous and breathtakingly written and every time I read your writing I fall a little more in love with the way you tell stories!!!!

[wiggles my hand back and forth]

Canonicity is hard to answer, I still think "anime filler episode" fits best. It's not going to be brought up in RnS, but it's affected by RnS events. If I tried to put it in the main fic, it would destroy the canon timeline, but it clearly happened after one thing and before another. For me, these shorts are mostly character exploration [which is why I compare them to anime filler because that's what filler episodes are generally used for, aside from padding time.] It's helping me clarify thoughts and motivations, so when I breach similar things in the main plot, I have a better idea of What, How, Why. So to me, they're canon.

Helsknight having a very real, and very new, fear of being overly cruel in the face of violence when he started the story as a character who thought knights were allowed to be both knightly and, you know, mean, and still be knights -- I think that's something he'll have to wrestle with. And Helsknight worrying about being measured based on his own choices and perceived shortcomings divorced from Wels is something I think he'll have to reckon with. And the fact that the Hermits don't know about shaky helsmet respawn, don't have context for how Wide a world hels is, also needs reckoned with in RnS.

I don't think it'll necessarily be handled the same way in RnS. The specific circumstances of the short isn't going to happen in context. But things that bring up similar points will happen, and it's nice taking a second to start hashing them out for myself in a lower stakes place first.

Hopefully! That makes sense!

As to the rest of that! Thank you!! For the kind words!! Honestly this "short" [hah] was a lot of fun to fiddle with. A lot of fights and philosophy, and also? RnS Helsknight and Tango fun dynamic? I wish they got to interact in the main story more. There is so much shenanigan potential there. Both of them need someone who'll pump the breaks on whatever crazy things they're gonna do next, and while Helsknight isn't necessarily an enabler, Tango sure as heck is.

[Also! Glad the Universe bit was well received. I like the idea as this Thing That Exists and it's not quite sentient enough to have intent but not quite elemental enough to be blameless in what it does. I always picture it as like if a hurricane could observe and feel, but still couldn't necessarily control where it went. A force of nature that is along for the ride, and sometimes shifts its weight to throw things off the rails.]

[ranticore]

Helloo I have questions for you re: the author ask you reblogged recently!! If you'd like for Félix and Islin: 2, 3, 4, 12, 14, 19 (and 20 if you'd like!)

let's fucking GOOOOOOO!!!

2: How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

F: day fucking one babey i knew his entire life story from the first second i drew him. the only things that changed are some minor appearance details. the FINAL final version has not arrived yet because i haven't finished writing the third book ;)

I: sure he looked different but in terms of personality and behaviour, the early him was very similar to what ended up in the books. what has changed is my understanding of him (<- that is to say, he always behaved the same, but i had to keep teasing out WHY he did that to reach what felt like a 'true' conclusion)

3: What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

F: "oh I have to make a guy to be Jean's Twin Brother" so role in the story I guess

I: Absolutely the religiosity, there had to be a tension between his morals and what he did for a living (among the magpies). Personality I guess

4: And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

F: Name. I am TERRIBLE at naming

I: .... Name

12: Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

Both of them had separate playlists, but I hated how it crowded my spotify playlist window thingy to have so many, and there was a lot of overlap, so I consolidated their playlists into 1 big MVF draft one playlist with no rhyme or reason and no consistent anything

For songs, I can pick some random ones now just by hitting shuffle. It's a playlist I actually don't listen to much anymore (I made a new one for the rewrite) so this is a fun time capsule

Ok first Islin one i got was Devil Devil by MILCK, Point of Creation by Markéta Irglová, Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys OF COURSE, Judas by Lady Gaga... of course..., Los Ageless by St. Vincent, No Light No Light by Florence + The Machine, Without a Map by Markéta Irglová, and Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) by Florence + The Machine naturally

for Félix i got Heat Waves by Glass Animals, What's a Devil to Do by Harley Poe, A Mask of My Own Face by Lemon Demon hehe, Like a Prayer by Madonna, The Stolen Child - 2006 Remaster by the Waterboys (this is just. The Poem. yknow the one), Stalker's Tango by Autoheart, and finally Bad Believer by St. Vincent

14: Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

Oh hmmm I don't think so? It would be hard to pick one line out of thousands except who am I kidding it's this line from the first draft of the book i'm writing right now

it's so dumb

19: What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

F: who's to say

I: i like how mean-spirited he can be at times despite all illusions to the contrary. huge fan personally

20: Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

i got nothing lol i tried going to random spots in the document but i'm not feeling any excerpts rn