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strictlycanon · 2 years
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     So you see that’s where the trouble began. That smile. That damned smile
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hypnoneghoul · 17 days
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okay i know this is not a pairing you write/draw normally
but like… pretty mountain in… idk… rain‘s pretty clothes? hed look so pretty right? those long legs in tight pants or even short skirts… mountain is circling my brain since yesterday. some eyeshadow and eyeliner to make his eyes pop… yknow?
ohhh I for sure love me some good mountrain from time to time. also tagging @forlorn-crows cause i know u love them always heheh
760 words, feminization but not forced, babygirl mountain and sir rain, blow job but fade to black?
He couldn’t stop staring. Never could, Mountain too captivating of a sight, the heat in Rain’s gut made only hotter by the fact that clothes hugging the earth ghoul’s body were his. Mountain knew exactly what he was doing, having a specific goal in mind. Each and every one of his packmates had their own way of taking someone out of their head and this time he craved Rain’s personal brand. And after all these years together, he knew exactly what buttons to push.
Mountain had taken a long shower, shaving nearly his whole body, covering himself in a floral scented lotion, making his skin soft and shimmering. He’d used a dark eyeliner on the lashlines of his eyes, adding a bit of black but sparkly eyeshadow to blend it out, and topping it with a mascara. The one he’d known would leave pretty streaks on his cheeks when he’d start crying. He’d finished the look with a deep red lipstick, one that smudges. 
Like that—body wrapped in a fluffy robe, hiding the lingerie he’d also put on—he’d slinked into Rain’s bedroom, diving into his closet for one specific dress. Once he got it and put it on, Mountain laid himself out on the water ghoul’s bed, knowing that he should walk into it just–
“Mounty? What– Oh,” Rain stumbled over his words, taking in the image of the ghoul all dolled up and waiting for him. He cleared his throat, getting over the initial surprise, and went right to it. “I see my good girl has decided to pay me a visit, hm?”
Mountain didn’t speak, only blushing at Rain’s words even though he had expected them. Wanted them. 
“Yeah, she has,” the water ghoul smirked, stalking closer. “What do you need from me today, sweet girl?”
“Wanna– I wanna suck your cock,” the earth ghoul mumbled, shy all of a sudden. His eyes flashed, as if remembering something. “S– sir.”
“Good girl,” Rain praised and crawled over him on the bed, trapping Mountain’s much bigger form under him. It was truly amazing how Rain could make him feel so small and delicate. The water ghoul leaned down to drag his nose up Mountain’s neck, inhaling deeply his sweet scent.
“You’ll get it, baby,” he whispered into his ear before pulling away. “All dolled up and pretty for me. I bet you’re hiding something real nice under that dress of mine, too, yeah?”
Mountain nodded, swallowing thickly. He looked up at Rain through his lashes, accentuated by the mascara, and the water ghoul felt his rapidly chubbing up cock kick. He placed a hand just over the other’s knee and started slowly dragging it upwards, smirking at him shivering.
Soon enough he found delicate lace stretching over Mountain’s cock, damp already. “There it is. I’ll play with it later, but first…”
Rain straightened up, smiling at the earth ghoul’s blissed out expression, his pretty face, eyes as big as ever with the makeup, and his lips, all red and full. Rain opened his pants, just enough to pull out his dick, sighing as he loosely wrapped his hand around it. As soon as Mountain saw it, he started salivating, needing the water ghoul to shove his perfect cock into his mouth and down his throat.
Yet all Rain did was stroke himself slowly, up and down, twisting his hand at the head and letting out a soft sigh fall from his lips.
Mountain was hungry. “Sir, please.”
“Don’t you worry, babygirl. Just getting it all nice and hard for you.” With that he scooted forward, coming to straddle the earth ghoul’s chest instead of his legs. Mountain went cross eyed, not being able to look away from the cock just in front of his face, yet so far.
Rain cupped his cheek, thumb gently running over his cheekbone and Mountain barely managed to not lean into the touch with a purr. Instead, he let his tongue loll out of his mouth as both an invitation and a plea.
The water ghoul obliged, closing that last tiny bit of distance and laying the head of his cock on Mountain’s pink tongue. He moaned immediately when the taste of Rain’s pre hit him, eyes squeezing shut as he struggled against his need to swallow the whole shaft down right away.
“There we go, my good girl, so patient,” Rain cooed over him, running his fingers through the shiny auburn strands. “You’ve earned it, you can choke on it if you so wish.”
And, oh, did Mountain wish. 
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kingofthe-egirls · 9 months
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FOX TALES: LUFFY x ZORO x OC (VASYA IN HEAT 👀🔥)
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(cw: smut, threesome, polyamory, breeding kink, kitty!play, misuse of haki, dirty talk, vaginal sex, doggy style, cunnilingus, cum play/eating, daddy kink, being in heat, geez this is reminding me of old destiel fanfictions where i first discovered soooo many kinks. lmao)
thinking about...
Vasya being in heat and needing Zoro to help Luffy fuck her brains out
Luffy holding Vasya in his arms, half-awake and mewling, to Zoro’s bunk to ask for an extra dick and pair of hands. like, panting and flushed with Vasya pulling at his clothes, already having gone so many rounds in a row.
(a/n: what do we feel about third person vs. second person? i know first person is not my personal favorite, and second person seems to be the standard use, the narrator being "you." buuuut i really like writing in third person, esp about my oc! she's Vasya and i wanna say her name!!! also it makes my heart happy to write about her and Luffy together. they make me smile :)
Songs: "STUPID BIG TEETH" by EMMY
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“Zoro!” Luffy pants, a squirreling Vasya in his arms. He’s standing outside Zoro’s door, midnight air pooling in from above deck. Zoro is half-asleep, good eye still crusted from sleep.
“What’s wrong?” He groggily asks, not clocking the red forming on Vasya’s cheeks, or her scrabbled claws at Luffy’s shirt collar. He's wearing a black t-shirt, thrown on inside out and backwards. The white tag hangs from the front of his collar. Vasya is pulling at it now, trying to drag it off Luffy's shoulders. He grimaces, trying not to drop her at the same time as he fends her off.
"Kitty's in heat!" Luffy huffs, adjusting her weight in his arms. Her tails are all puffed out, fluffy and white, and her ears are flat against her head. She's not wearing much, herself.
Zoro opens the door wider.
"Come in."
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Zoro holds you against his broad chest, shirtless, while Luffy spreads your legs on the bed. Each of the crewmates got their own room on the Sunny, and Zoro's bedroom is a reflection of him: sparse, minimalist, and sleepy. His bed is really the only piece of furniture in it, besides a dresser with a bellyband slung over an open drawer, t-shirts spilling out underneath. It smells musky, like him, but not entirely unpleasant. Like black coffee and thyme.
"Luffyyy," you whine, arching your back against him. "I need you."
"I know, baby," he says, sitting up with your legs around his waist. He spreads his hands along your waist, leaning forward to kiss you. You whimper, the ache in your core nigh-on unbearable. Hot lava roils in your chest, flaring all the way down your spine to your toes. It's so inconvenient to be a fox, sometimes.
"I was wondering why you two have been so fuckin' chaotic lately," Zoro rumbles against your back. You lean into him, ears flicking around his face as you rest your head against his shoulder. He shifts, around you. "Is that the courtship you were talkin' about?"
Luffy nods.
His voice and demeanor are dark, intense. Like a crow assessing a particularly thrilling puzzle. He runs a hand through his jet-black hair. "Yeah, she's so mischievous this time of year, apparently. And bitey," he hooks his fingers into your underwear, and starts to slide them down your kicking legs. You moan, twisting your spine against Zoro's chest. You can't think; all there is is heat.
"Play," you say, small. Luffy hushes you, kissing along your stomach. Zoro tightens his hold around your waist.
"Naughty fox," he chides you, gently. "Gimme a sec," his voice is raspy, drenched in lust from hours-long play sessions previous. You're grateful for his stamina.
Zoro plants a kiss on your heated shoulder. "S'okay, sweetheart" he whispers, "Be a good kitten and hold still." He rubs his jaw against your cheek, the rough stubble scraping your skin. You nuzzle against the welcome touch. You, Zoro, and Luffy had already agreed on helping fill your needs together.
Luffy finally dips his head down to your cunt, bypassing foreplay to start biting at your clit. You yelp, jumping a bit in Zoro's arms. He shushes you, carefully stroking his fingers over your stomach.
"Ya like bites, don'tcha, kitty?" Luffy asks from between your legs, his breath hot and ticklish on your dripping ache. You nod, feral.
He licks and sucks at your sensitivity. The pleasure drips down your limbs, hot and sticky like honey. You moan, relaxing finally into Zoro's steady weight. He smells like pine trees. You're grateful for his strength. And Luffy's, too, as he starts to pump you full of haki-hardened fingers. Glass toys are your favorite, and his iron skin is the closest thing akin to the weight and press of glass. He's not cold, though. He's hotter than you are, striking heat like a match against your cunt. You hitch a short breath, sharp in your lungs.
"Please," you moan, "Please, captain, fuck me?"
Luffy groans, stilling his fingers inside you. He rubs at the spot you love, glancing his eyes up to Zoro's. "Ya don't want him first?"
You shiver down Zoro's abs, hot and soft behind you. You shake your head. "Nuh uh, daddy. You first."
Luffy grins, shrugging for Zoro's benefit. "Alright, vixen. Sorry, Zoro." He giggles. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, getting up to kneel. He kicks off his hastily thrown-off shorts (which he'd flung on as you'd begged him to take you to Zoro's room with him) and comes back to settle in the home he's made between your legs.
He presses his cock at your entrance. You're already soaked. Zoro reaches down to finger your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. He breathes heavily against your shoulder. He sinks his teeth into the flesh. You moan, loving the burn. You're so feral like this, leaning into every instinct of a carrion-predator, wanting to hide and moan and run and cum all at the same time. It's so chaotic, a myriad of whirlwind emotions circling inside your psyche.
Your body just wants more.
Luffy starts to press his cockhead inside you, warm and stretching you out oh-so-deliciously. You hum, finally feeling a little at peace. The weight of his cock is anchoring you like a rock in a storm.
"Fuuuuuck," you moan, feeling your tails shiver of their own accord. There's no blue light this time, no spirit-dust flickering off you like fireflies. It's all just flesh and blood and meat and bone.
You're viscerally afraid, alive, awakening. Clarity only just out of reach as you see stars in your vixen's eyes.
Luffy tethers you back to earth, kissing your hand that he then gathers at his chest. His heart is racing beneath your fingertips. "Love ya, baby," he growls lowly. You whimper, nodding along.
"Love you too, Luffy!" His name is sweet on your tongue, spiced like mead in winter. He is your sun in winter. The flame in the hearth, the embers at sunset. The baking bread aside the coals. You want him, so badly. You ache for it, twitching hungrily as you sink his cock further into your heated walls. He gasps, loudly.
"Quiet," Zoro warns, knocking back against the headboard behind him. His eye is half-closed in lust, as you crane your neck to watch him talk. "Could wake someone up."
"Who cares?" Luffy emphasizes with a particular thrust, "Everyone knows we're fucking, anyway."
True.
Zoro snorts, and starts playing with your over-sensitive tits. His fingerpads are rough as sandpaper, and you gasp. "Z-Zoro!" You protest, arcing away from him. You don't go far, though, sandwiched between both his and Luffy's steel frames as you are.
"Whaaat, ya don't like me?" He grins at your ear. (You have both sets of ears: mortal and fox). "Thought ya wanted us both to breed ya. Huh, pretty vixen? Don't ya want both your men inside your cunt?"
"Fuck--!" you breathe, arcing your tails in wild shapes against him. He pushes them down, shoving them out of the way with one arm. Two out of nine peek out from his grasp. "Want you both," you mutter, prayer-like. Desperation heats your core as Luffy's pounds become sweet and scattered, him already reaching his climax for the nth time tonight.
"Lu-uffy," you grunt, feeling him speed up inside you. His hips slap against your ass, loud and unashamed, as he spills his seed inside you. It leaks out and around his cock, dripping with your slick onto Zoro's mattress. Sorry, Zoro.
"Your turn," Luffy huffs, falling over without grace onto his side. He poofs into the covers, snoring already. A blue bubble pops in and out of his face. Zoro sighs, reaching down from your tits to your ass, pushing you forward onto all fours.
"Sit," he says, stroking his cock behind your ass. He slaps the thick, heavy weight against your thigh. You gasp, skin prickling in surprise. You've never taken him from behind, before.
Doggy style's your favorite.
Zoro wastes no time in stuffing you full of his hard cock, impatiently throbbing from watching Luffy fuck you. He starts a rhythm, hard and fast, slapping against your ass cheeks with rippling force. You feel the soft parts of you shake with his movements. It feels so good to have your tits swinging for him, your nipples hard and sensitive. You reach under yourself, supporting your weight on three limbs, to thumb at your own buds.
Zoro grunts, reaching down to slap your hands away. He pushes your face down, gasping as you go, as you realize he's grabbed some of Luffy's cum to smear it all over your face. It's cold and slick, sticking to your cheeks from Zoro's fingers. He scoops up another blob of his captain's cum, and shoves it into your open mouth. You take it, panting hotly. It tastes like shit but it's still so good.
"Huh, ya like that?" He asks you roughly, pinning your arms behind your back. His breath is ragged as he pounds into you from behind. Your pussy clenches down, hard. "Ah, I fuckin' feel how much you like that, dirty girl," he grits his teeth as he slams his hips against your ass. He slows his pace, long and lazy, but still rocking you to your core. You scream, hoarse.
"F-fuck, Zoro! Yes! Yes, yes, yesyesyesyes--," Luffy cuts you off, roughly shoving his fingers into your face. He fucks your mouth with his thick digits, eyes hazy and half-lidded from lust and sleep. He's recovered now, apparently. His hair is black and fluffy, disheveled from where you stare at his handsome face from upside down. His knuckles smear the cum still left across your face. You moan.
Luffy's fingers are merciless, speeding up to match Zoro's pace. Finally, something pushes that button inside you that makes you cum. You shake on the swordsman's cock, eyes rolling up to the back of you skull.
"Good kitty," Luffy whispers, voice dripping with command. His emperor's haki flits around you, like ruby red lightning strikes. His energy is warm yet supple--as rubber as he is--stretching and relaxing and pulling like taffy. He waves it over and over your body, like strokes of his sure fingers. It feels hot, like sun-warm stones being raked over your back. He presses into your feet, your hands, your face. The burning skin beneath his cooling cum.
"Not done yet," Zoro grunts, bruising your hips with his vicelike grasp. His cock is thrusting inside you, harder and harder. Your walls are already fluttering and overheated, clenching down on his length like a bear trap. He huffs, grunting and moaning and swearing under his breath. He feels good, apparently.
You bite.
Luffy gasps, pulling his fingers out of your mouth with a curse. "Fuck, kitty!" He complains, "I told ya not to do that!"
"So-rry," you moan, broken and hoarse. Your heat is coming to a close; you can feel the satisfaction creeping up. You've cum a bunch already, but your body still needs Zoro's seed inside you.
"Bad kitty," Luffy says again, gripping you by the back of the neck. He hauls you up, and stuffs his cock into your mouth without ceremony.
"Mmph!" You manage out, tongue lolling up against his length. He moans, tipping his head back in ecstasy. His hips shudder weakly, thrusting against your face as you open your throat for him.
Zoro slaps your ass.
You grunt, stuffed full of cock in both your pussy and mouth. Your tails arch, fanning over you like peacock feathers. Zoro grabs one in his teeth. He holds it gently, but firm, like it's the handle of Wado Ichimonji. You rock yourself back on his cock as best you can. Another orgasm is creeping up your thighs, and you clench around him hard. Your pussy is fluttering, moaning and soaking, the wet squelch of his dick inside you filling the room with homemade pornography. Luffy adds his own moans to the mix, raspy and hoarse as his boy's voice starts cracking.
"Fuckfuckfuck, kitty--," he gasps, rutting his hips against your face. Your nose is stuffed against his pelvis, breathing him in until there's nothing left. It's just him, him, him, and Zoro, and Zoro's cock, and flames licking up your abdomen--
Zoro tugs at your tail, and you cum.
"That's it, that's my girl," Luffy groans, his hands cradling your face. You shudder around Zoro's cock, his thrusts coming sloppy and haphazard, now. He's getting closer, you can tell. His cock swells inside you as you pulse around his shaft.
"Fuck, Vix--," the swordsman groans out, velvet and deep. His own conqueror's haki is emerald green: less prescient than Luffy's but still knocking you senseless all the same. It holds you from below, while Luffy's shivers all over your skin. It arcs and blasts, shooting through the room in invisible sparks that rub up against your pleasure so sweetly. Your boys take such good care of you.
Zoro mmph's through his teeth, burying himself to the hilt inside your cunt as he spills his seed. It's hot, and wet, and throbbing, and you shake against his hold. His lips sputter over words of praises, all "good girl, good baby, sweetheart, take it, just like that keep squeezing me, yeah--," as he cums inside you with a strangled moan. The swordsman is a hot lover, strong and steady, and his pace rocks you back and forth on the bed, folded as you are.
Luffy isn't far behind him, hands clenched into fists in your hair, stroking at the tips of your ears. "C'mon, Vasya," he grunts, hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. You gag and moan, but he keeps on. "Cum f'me again."
It's a command, electrified by a strike of his haki straight through your heart. You don't even need Zoro's aching thumb on your clit, you're already shivering with heat as you cream. Yes, captain. For you, captain. I'll do anything for you, captain--
"Good girl," is all he says as he finishes inside you for the hundredth time that night. Your mouth takes what it can, but still overflows with his steaming cum. It tastes bitter, and you gag. He pulls out, leaving a trail of white spend and rainbow spit from your lips to his tip. Luffy pets your hair softly, collapsing back onto his knees. "Good girl," he says, raking a hand through his ruined hair.
Luffy's lips are puffy and swollen, his face flushed and rosy. Zoro pulls out of you too, sitting back to grab a towel from the nightstand. He raises the oil lamp, slightly. Orange light fills the room. You stare at the two men behind you, still slumped over on all fours.
"Hey."
Luffy laughs, and Zoro snorts. He wipes himself off, and then turns to you. Luffy leans forward to lick his own cum off your face. "Hi baby," he says quietly, cleaning you up like the daddy he is, "Didja like that?"
"'Course," you mumble, groaning as you push yourself up. You take the rag from Zoro to wipe at the spot between your legs. You grimace: what a mess. Luffy giggles again, and you can't help but join in. "Thanks, guys."
"Feelin' normal again?" Zoro asks, standing up to chug some water from the canteen by his bed. Luffy stretches out an arm to snatch it from his grasp, and he curses in complaint. "Oi!"
"Shishishi," Luffy snickers, dousing his own head with water. He shakes his hair out like a dog. He pours water over you, too.
"Hey!" You splutter out, waving him away. "No fair!"
"Yes fair," he teases, leaning forward to bite your ass. You squeak in surprise. "Feelin' good yet, kitty?"
"Yes," you say, grateful, finally standing up to stretch your legs. Oh, fuck. You're gonna be sore in the morning. "Can we sleep here?"
"Nope," Zoro laughs, "Luffy snores."
"Aww, Zoro!" The captain complains, hanging onto Zoro's shoulder. He plants messy kisses all along his swordsman's collarbones. "Pleeease?"
You both blink up at Zoro with pleading eyes, and he finally caves with a sigh. "Fine," he huffs, falling back with his arms crossed over his chest. You squeal, jumping over him like a fox diving into snow. "Fuck!" He shouts, winded, before tangling you in his arms, if just to keep you still. "Stop that."
"Sorry," you giggle, nuzzling into his broad chest. "'Night."
"'Night!" Luffy echoes, snuggling up on Zoro's other side. You both wrap your arms around him, so that you're folded over each other in one big, happy pile.
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mothstache · 3 months
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The Woodland Crow
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AU talk time under the cut!!
So after watching a playthrough of the GORGEOUS fangame that is Undertale Yellow, and knowing my love for fantastical RPGs with memorable characters and truly horrifying moments sprinkled in, my goofy lil brain threw together the concept of a RPG-like AU abt a bunch of notable rabbid characters. I pitched it to a good friend of mine that is just as obsessed with Woodrow as I am and soon the convo turned to him naturally.
I don't know why this man has latched onto my brain like he has but I think there's so much potential to be had with him in so many ways. I pitched the idea of this theoretical RPG having 4 different routes with a different boss depending on the route. So. What about the 4 seasonal wardens as each final boss with varying theming to go with them? And ofc, knowing both my friend and I, we decided Woodrow as a final boss would be! Kinda fucked! This guy is a poet of autumn who brings disaster with his work, could potentially be the most powerful rabbid in theory, and does not have the greatest outlook on the universe, at least in this AU. My idea I proposed entailed fighting him like normally (however you would in the RPG), but then halfway through, a murder of crows arrive and things get REALLY bad.
I love the idea of Woodrow being associated with crows, big shoutout to @bramble-scramble for cementing that in my head /pos. I imagine throughout the leadup to his boss fight in this AU, crows would show up around him quite a bit, as silent companions and symbols of what's to come. The reason I think you'd fight Woodrow in the first place would likely be the same as the other Wardens - they're guarding something (I don't know what yet). But by the time you reach Woodrow and battle him - and I imagine his battle would play out with him using the bad luck he brings ON PURPOSE against you - he's slowly losing his sanity from the sheer magnitude of what he's dealing with. When you defeat what I'll call his first phase, he collapses to the ground, only for his crows to arrive. Instead of helping their master, they begin to swarm him, pecking and biting him. But Woodrow, while he's crying out in pain, doesn't fight or beg for the protagonist to help. He breaks out into loud laughter and grins wildly at the player before the crows cover him completely. When they finally disperse, there's nothing left of him, save for his hat and coat and bowtie.
Upon following the crows after they fly off, the protagonist tracks them down finally. The swarm of birds starts shaping themselves into a massive creature, finally revealing themselves as The Woodland Crow, a much larger, winged creature resembling Woodrow.
I think The Woodland Crow would be alluded to earlier in the route, spoken of as a supernatural deity of bad luck. Whether or not this is even fully Woodrow at this point, unclear, but from this point on the boss would be intense as HELL.
So uh Yeah! My goofy idea for a Woodrow final boss, but fucked up. If you read all of my ramblings thank you and I hope I didn't make you question my thought process too much 😁
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bakasara · 6 months
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oh, they are Addams couples. Aziraphale and Crowley, and Ed and Stede, are both a flavor of Addams-type couple. Hear me out--
We tend to associate Stede and Aziraphale, and Ed and Crowley, right?
Aesthetically, you have Stede and Aziraphale both looking like posh Blonde White Man Who's Trouble, while Crowley and Ed both got the Edgy Goth aesthetic going on.
By character traits/narrative role, Aziraphale and Stede are the Covert Bastard who can and will be a bitch; they have both long dealt with living in oppressive systems by way of painful compromises and self-repression, always teetering on the edge of desertion and, sooner or later, called to make a choice to disavow those systems for good.
Crowley and Ed are these brilliant and vibrant minds frustrated by hurt, both betrayed in life by a social system outside their control that cast them down without a choice; they take a Flint-style "this ends when I forgive the system, not the other way around" approach to it in that they openly shun the system back, but the original rejection and its cascading effects still left them traumatized and fragile around the matter.
(Then there's all four of these characters being soooo dramatic and such a Theater-Kid-type person, so they all have that in common.)
However, there is a place where the parallels switch, bringing Stede and Crowley far closer on one side, and Aziraphale and Ed closer on the other. And it has to do with the fact that in both these couples there's a character whose job often tends to be Beach, just Beach Husband, just Husband, opposing the other character who's prone to going into High Maintenance Diva / Mermaid With Melancholy modes.
Aziraphale is quite capable of taking care of himself, but he'll literally fold his arms and play princess in the castle waiting for Crowely to rescue him, because Enrichment. He'll do it in life-or-discorporation situations, like when he's about to get guillotined. He'll do it with minor inconveniences - like with the paintball stain, where it's obscenely obvious he's just waiting to be indulged, wants the satisfaction of seeing that Crowley will treat him. He'll pretend he was reading when Crowley comes back from an argument and make Crowley ring a bell to get his attention. "Pleeease, Crowley, do the bullet catch with me even though you've never used a rifle". "Let me take the Bentley while you look after the bookshop". Et cetera. And Crowley takes to all this like a bee to honey. Follows him around the neighborhood, indulges his every caprice, dreams of Alone Time at the Ritz where they can just treat themselves to brunch and, I guess, where he can watch Aziraphale eat some more, which is his idea of this Absolutely Great Activity that just makes his day.
Ed will lean on the helm and sigh like he's Ariel, yes, but it's more than that. Painting the bride cake topper in kajal to look like him sits at the (narratively fucking ingenious) intersection of "I'm making it me because I'm never there, it's never me" and "I'd really like for once for someone to treat me like I'm precious and worthy of pampering" which reflect feelings we've known about since the beginning of s1, at least since he touched the piece of cashmere in Stede's cabin. He also genuinely swings fast between energized/manic and low energy/feelings of hopelessness, and his brain goes Faster Than Yours, and he gets genius-slash-crazy ideas on the reg. When he needed to call to all of his strength he imagined it as a giant sea creature with huge, all-encompassing arms. Florence Welch Big God Behavior. It's a big personality, and you're either enamored with it or not, you're either happy to follow him around basking in it, or you're not strong enough a suitor to his heart and should abandon pursuit. But luckily Stede's also a crazy maniac whose life goal is riding or dying for that in his Boyfriend Era until he can ride or die for that in his Faithful and Realized Husband Era.
So yeah, there's a lot to the dynamic between these duos - more than this, don't get me wrong! - but I'm VERY appreciative of this facet of them that gets all tongue-in-cheek kinda
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montys-mortuary · 1 year
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Jason Voorhees x F!Reader - Hunted
A/N: I’ve decided to give myself a little self indulgent brain rot for the character that was my gateway into the world of being a slasherfucker. this one’s gonna be a tad vulgar, so bare with me. 
a side note, keep in mind this is based on my own personal HC for Jason. I know he’s mainly written as a big softy, but I’m more of a pin me down into submission kinda gal, so...yeah. can also be any Jason but tbh I wrote it with 2009 Jason in mind because I love him the 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Smut, choking, PnV, reader is a female, predator/prey, I almost never write this but non-con so beware, knife play if you squint, blood, injury, want your guts rearranged in two ways? here you go!
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MINORS DNI NSFW CONTENT UNDER CUT 
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Your are feet ached like nothing you've ever felt before. your breath was hot and heavy, and your lungs burned. the crisp air filled your body, and as you exhaled, your breath was clearly visible. the wind caught the leaves of the tall trees, shaking them and causing you to continuously look around. a flock of crows rustled in the branches and took off, cawing overhead as they fled away into the sky.
it took all the strength left in your body to keep going on, branches breaking under your feet as you ran, peering back over your shoulder just to check if 𝘏𝘦 was following you. and sure enough, through the dense fog and foliage, there he was. standing tall, machete gripped tightly in one decaying hand. with each heavy breath he exhaled, a cloud appeared through the holes of the blood-stained hockey mask, quickly dissipating into the cold night air. it seems like you were really giving him a run for his money.
"shit..." you huffed, turning to continue in the direction you hoped would lead you to freedom.
had you been careful, and treaded lightly, you would have caught the roots under foot before they caught you. a single scream was all that escaped your hoarse throat before you toppled to the forest floor. you sucked in air through your teeth as you touched the freshly open wound on your head before you rolled onto your back to free yourself, only to be greeted with the monster staring down at you, shoulders heaving, a single blue eye piercing down at you from beyond that mask.
you propped your body up on your elbows, in a feeble attempt to flee your captor, you tried pulling yourself backward, but it was all in vain. your clothes now caked in mud and leaves, you looked up at him with glassy eyes.
"please..." you begged, voice cracking with emotion.
the monster before you took a step forward, and you winced as he jammed his weapon into the dirt just mere inches from your ear. The large creature then crouched over your cowering form, reaching a strong hand out and gripping you by the throat. your hands latched onto his, prying at your neck for a breath of air you've come to crave. He tilted his head at your display of a struggle, tears now staining your cheeks.
you felt his grip loosen, but only slightly. just enough to keep you conscious, but still enough to pin you to where you lay. you breathed heavily, and he leaned in. you could feel the long exhales in the air, as his hot breath hit your face. your eyes darted around his face, watching as he looked down at you before turning his grip to your jaw, and then the side of your head as he pinned your face to the dirt. a small whimper escaped your lips, followed by a weak, pathetic sob. if he was going to kill you, now would be the time.
you closed your eyes, anticipating the release of death, but what you received was a cold, rough hand running its way up your thigh. trailing its way towards your cunt, and you screamed, attempting to kick him away, but he sat himself on your legs. your breathing hitched as you felt him graze his hand further towards your most sensitive spot, retracting only slightly when he felt you try to wiggle free.
with an annoyed grunt, he shoved your face deeper into the earth, his grip on your head becoming stronger. your body shook with pure fear as you felt him tugging at the waistband of your pants, and your eyes widened when you felt the crisp air hit your exposed skin. your body wracked with sobs as he continued to do what he wanted with you.
"please...𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱..." you cried, but he wasn't listening. instead, he worked his way between your legs, pushing them to his sides as he kneeled in the dirt, his rough, calloused fingers caressing your folds, covering his hand in your slick. a small grunt was heard from behind the mask before you felt a digit roughly enter you. your back arched and you whined, tears falling past your cheeks and dampening the ground beneath you.
he had picked up the pace, roughly fucking into you with his finger before withdrawing, leaving you feeling empty. you had hoped that was the end of it, but your eyes screwed shut when you had heard the jingle of a buckle, followed by a soft 𝘻𝘪𝘱--
he let off of your head for just a moment while he hooked your legs on his shoulders. using the split second to try and flee, he was too quick to catch you. his grip was back on your throat, and your hands gripped tightly on his as he watched you intently, not breaking eye contact as he lined up his cock with your entrance.
your e/c eyes locked with his piercing blue eye as he pushed into you, bottoming out and setting a relentless pace. your eyes squeezed shut as small whimpers and sobs escaped your nearly crushed windpipe. as he fucked into you roughly, his breathing picked up, vapored air escaping from behind his mask. his grip had tightened on your throat, and your vision became hazy from the cut to your supply of precious oxygen. a small amount of saliva escaped your lips and ran down his dirtied knuckles. he had picked up his nearly inhuman pace before you felt that familiar knot in your stomach beginning to form. you gritted your teeth, hitting your release and clenching around his cock before he shoved himself as deep in as he could, and you could feel him twitch as he released his seed inside you. his thrusting became sloppy and unrhythmic before stilling entirely. his breathing slowed slightly before slowly pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants.
you lay there, an absolute mess before him, shaking and sobbing, holding yourself in a protective position. he stood, pulling his weapon from the earth before looking down at you. you glanced up at him, then turned away, hoping he would just disappear. before you could react, he reached down, grabbing a tight fistful of your hair, your screams echoing through the dense woods as you're dragged into the fog and towards that damned camp.
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by the way, this is something i've recently decided to make more clear: this dave is a DID system! he just. doesn't know it yet. ^_^ yay!
note i am still reading up on the disorder for personal reasons, so corrections are appreciated. list is subject to change at any given moment! these alters may not always act a way that your muses will like, as they are fairly distinct from dave.
dave (he/him/the bit) is the host, basically the detached and irony-lovin' guy we all know. as for his alters, they all mask as dave as a defense mechanism, so there's always a bit of mystery as to who's fronting with dave at any given moment. we have:
big bro—(he/it) essentially a brain ghost dirk. sometimes called sweet bro. i know man. stores his paranoia. only fronts for maintenance on hal and the security cams; knows where said cams are in the first place. all hardware knowhow is stored in the bb. is not talkative, just like dirk! doesn't like to overstay his welcome due to proximity to hal, who he also doesn't like.
sprite—(any) based on davesprite. sometimes referred to as fanta for obvious reasons. cofronts with dave the most, and is more aware of the chronic pain a lifetime of injury sustained. holds the most residual loyalty and love for bro and what he stood for. goes through the actual embalming process for his dead things hobby, and mainly tunes dave out to maintain the body.
sebby—(it) like hal! littler? hal? davebot too. holds all of dave's combat reflexes. focus entirely on winning, and has a greater reaction time for the actual hal's direction. notably meaner than dave. was only made to front when fighting or otherwise being antagonized by bro. hasn't come out in a very long while since bro died.
derek—(he/him) based on bro. short for broderek. persecutor. started out as a protective standin for bro when dave would want him around, but as training ramped up, derek held basically all the same beliefs: that it was daves own fault for letting the body get hurt, that he should be grateful for his dogshit environment, and he should rely on no one and cut everyone off who could possibly pose a threat. often tries to influence fronting alters, particularly dave, to shut out the world and practice his sword technique.
maple—(she/it) based on maplehoof. never fronts. just neighs. and i think that's neat 😀
coinflip—(he/him) based on coinflip dave (the one on the GT slab who alpha dave wouldn't kill). blame this fucker for being into game economics so much. is the one breaking pay to win servers with roxy. likes looking at tech news, stocks, et cetera. holds trauma.
hash—(he/him) based on hash modus and journal dave (from botched attempt to steal rose's meow journal back from draconian dignitary). nonverbal. this is a guy who is ALL about bars. always trying to make shit into a rap. holds trauma.
crow—(it/its) based off rambunctious crow. another animal alter, split from sprite. sorts trinket collection. will zero in on interesting rocks or litter to collect at any given moment. likes haircare. caws. a lot.
knight—(no pronouns) based off his dreamself. holds all information on his dreams. is in fact the one from whose pov dreams usually play out. sometimes divulges this information with other alters.
akwete—(they/them) relatively new. based on his hyperfixation on making a fursona and also the semi-ironic furry rp he did with both jade and nepeta. yeah. very social, very shenanigans-oriented, not the type to feel embarrassment.
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For the WIP ask game
Crows witness protection please. It sounds so fun!
HELL YEAH HELL YEAH! This story has been at the forefront of my brain for a while, and I got a little carried away writing this out 😅
Somewhere in his mind— a throughline between the throbbing pain constricting his ribs, the pounding of his heart in his ears, and the sudden urge to protect this kind stranger— Wylan could still feel the terrible thrill of being chased. Adrenaline pumped through him, and he scrambled to tug his new charge down a tiny alley and into a sheltered little corner. It was almost like a blanket fort like ones children made, just built from whiskey crates and canvas tarps.
Sure enough, there was still chaos in the market they’d run from. Maybe— he begged Ghezen, the Saints, and anyone who was listening— maybe his pursuers would take a wrong turn. If his luck held, Wylan could still get home.
Footsteps and shouting echoed— orders to split up. To make sure he was dead.
Every muscle in his body still twitched to run, but it felt like his bones had grown too heavy for him. Wylan took a fumbling step, vision wobbling, and he took to his knees to open his rucksack.
It was wet with blood, and he swallowed hard. There was a hole in the top right corner that smelled like smoke. His whole mouth tasted like hot iron. His back was pulsing in time with his rapid heart.
“Lad? Hey, lookit me—“ his kind stranger had dropped to the shadowy pavement beside him, cupping the back of his head with a big hand. “You’ve been wounded, bad. If you can direct me, I’ll get you to a hospital, but I don’t—“
“No.” It came out harsh, one arm up to his elbow in his pack. The panic was sharp and sudden in his mind. “No, no hospitals, please. The Barrel is, only the Barrel’s safe.”
The man blinked, fixing him with a wry expression. Wylan, on a better day, would be able to appreciate the irony of that a little more, but he was too shaky to really parse the stranger’s expression.
Was he crestfallen? Or just lost for words? Maybe he was deciding Wylan wasn’t worth it, weighing his sanity and his blood loss— whether or not he was willing to be in such danger for the sake of some bleeding Barrel Rat. Wylan was too fuzzy around the edges to even remember why he’d stuck his hand in his pack, let alone understand another person’s mind.
Those eyes studied him like he was struggling just as much to figure out Wylan.
“How old are you?”
The question was out of the blue enough that he answered without a thought. “23.”
“Oh, Saints.” The man deflated, leaning back into the cold stone wall behind him.
Had Wylan said something wrong? He gave a tiny shrug. “Plenty of people younger than me suffering more down here.”
Was breathing getting harder? Fucking Hell, his back ached.
“Anyone doin’ worse than you? Is already dead— so, if not a hospital, where can I take you?”
“Why are you helping me?”
The man paused like he truly hadn’t thought about it.
“I… I’m looking for my son. Not much older than you, I suppose.” His eyes were plaintive— earnest and comforting, a warm shade of slate grey. “He’s not the most punctual lad, but it’s been far too long since I got a letter from him. And if,” he swallowed, “if he’s ever been in a bind like this, I can only pray somebody would help him, too.”
I absolutely love writing this. Literally feel free to pop into my inbox any time about any of my stories, but ESPECIALLY this one, I am climbing the walls of my enclosure.
Thanks for playing! ❤️
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jobey-wan-kenobi · 1 year
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WIP GAME
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.
Thanks for the tag @youcandalekmyballs ... (this forced me to organize my Evernotes so now i hopefully actually have all my WIPs in one place!)
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Okay, so now (even after deleting a few) my WIP evernote tag is RIDICULOUS, i have more WIPs than i have mutuals (what a loser thing to say), so that last bit ain't gonna exactly happen like that
They're all Railway Series/Thomas the Tank Engine fic unless otherwise noted. Yes, these days i am THAT cool 😎 S'how i roll now
(ph) 9 Times Lena Ebsley's Orientation Didn't Serve Her (and 1 Time It Did) — original fiction
(ph) The Positive Truth — original fiction
(ph) Two Time — original fiction
(ph) Untitled ("It wasn't odd to hear a stray zipping siren on the Lordeway at any hour of the day or night...") — original fiction
3 and 4, con't — rws/ttte meta
'10s
125 & 36
125 fic prologue
anonymous prequelly edward
another crew #2 scenelet coz WHY NOT
baby 124 + 125
barbara/stephen + bridget
barbara + edward
Bird - autumn
Bird - wherein we unlock the coppernobs' tragic backstory
Counterfeit — original fiction
Crow
diesels deserve ghost stories too
early 20s just put it here
early 20s—Bits
early 20s—Clearing a Line #2
early 20s—detritus?
early 20s—Firelighters
early 20s—H.'s first goods
early 20s—Names and Numbers
early 20s—One Eye Open
early 20s—Railman's Holiday
early 20s—The Autumn After
early 20s—The Conspirators
early 20s—The Express Engine****** v6
early 20s—The Spare Engine
early 20s—Timetables
engine mental health ask — rws/ttte meta
Ex Condor Through the Time Machine
Geometry in Jewels/Irmafax — original novel
good place/cheers crossover — the good place & cheers
Henry Tricks the Clergyman
James prequel
James the branch line BOSS 😎
joscelyn—beginning?
Les Frenês — original fiction
oliver & boco
philip !
rocks fall lansky wins — original fiction
splendid spin-off — edward & henry
splendid spin-off — scrapyard
splendid spin-off
splendid spin-off — emily
splendid spin-off — scrapyard 2?
splendid spin-off — thomas & toad
splendid spin-off — toby & joe
Stack Alone
Steam and Light II
Suited — the fugitive
the gays can have a little gordon!angst. as a treat
The Penitent — original fiction novel
The River — original fiction
the problematicness of thomas & friends — rws/ttte meta
Taboo2 — original fiction novel
Tobeisel
Trouble in the Big Station
Untitled ("The bump wasn't so much hard as unexpected")
Untitled ("36's entire world was bitter")
Untitled ("Trusty old Dumpling was missing")
Untitled (" 'Bless my bell,' Toby murmured, staring at the receding train")
Untitled ("The return had to be the best run of Edward's life")
Ward B — original fiction
@shinygoku, @academicgangster, @angryskarloey @houseboatisland, @joezworld, @lswro2-22, @putuponpercy, @whumpster-fire, @janetm47, uhhh yeah my brain's pretty fried and i am blanking on writer mutuals, @savageandwise, @youcandalekmyballs (why not have another go? idek), @weirdowithaquill ... @anyone at all who sees this and wants to play
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Hello! Can we get some general headcanons on Jane x fem!reader?? 👉👈
Thank you for requesting!
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Jane x fem!reader
Jane is the silent yet lovable type
She isn't the clingiest, but she has her moments
She typically likes to grab onto your hand and hold you close, letting anyone with a brain know that you're hers
She loves it when you play with her hair
Especially since she's so insecure about her looks
You playing with her hair and telling her how beautiful it is really makes her feel good
Another thing she loves that you do is when you steal her things
She calls you "crow" mostly because of your mannerisms, and also because she thinks it's cute
"Crow, dear have you seen my hiking boots?"
She likes to take showers with you and wash your hair
She thinks your hair is so pretty
Sometimes she'll just randomly turn on some music, and pull you into a dance
She loves to twirl you and dip you, kissing your chin as you giggle
You're one of the only people she's allowed to see her face
But even then, you've only seen her when you're either taking showers or when she's sleeping
And sometimes she doesn't even take it off when she sleeps
You have "girlie days" where you just do traditional "girl" things like nails and makeup
It's nice to just have days to each other like that
She smells like expensive perfume and pine trees
Her skin is rough, but you love her like that
You love to just caress her cheeks and kiss her all over
It's hard for her sometimes, sending her into a flurry of rage at you
You make her happy though, and she's not too big and bad to apologize every time
She loves to share food and drinks with you
Speaking of which, she cannot cook to save her life
So if you are good at cooking, she will always be filling you up with requests
She's not upfront about it though
She'll climb in bed with you, cuddling up to your side sweetly, kissing up your arm and onto your lips
"Did you know that I love you?" She'll ask
"Yes" you say with a smile
"And you love me, right?"
"Of course!"
"So that means you'll make me nachos, right?"
Yeah, she's not a very upfront person
She's absolutely a crazy hillbilly, you can't change my mind
Her favorite thing to do with you is go out and sit on park benches, laying your head on her shoulder and hers on your head
She would do anything for you, all you need to do is ask <3
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Okay, first, I need to say the latest chapter of "A Place for Crows" is amazing! Second, how do you think the ROTMNT family would get along with the Madrigals?
Ah thank you so much ❤️🦋
I think they would all be a little bit weirded out by each other, the Madrigals more so of course since the turtles are already used to more mystic stuff than just themselves. But they'd get over it quickly.
Mikey and Donatello would be obsessed with Casita. Mikey of course cause it's fun to play around, slide down the stairs together with Camilo and Mirabel and Antonio and stuff. Donatello cause he wants to know how it all works or rather how he can replicate it with his tech. His smart lair kinda backfired but he never stopped dreaming of trying again and succeeding. Maybe Casita's 'functions' can give him some inspiration.
Also, Donnie would be so dismissive of Mirabel's sheepish explanation of "I don't have a gift"
"Scoff!" he would say. "Who needs gifts if you have a big brain and science! I know tech is not quite a thing here yet but let me show you the beautiful world of physics and Newtons three laws of motion"
The Madrigals are all like "awwwww" while the turtles just go "Oh shit".
The Madrigals find it cute until Mirabel gets a gleam in her eyes and almost breaks Camilo's nose with a trap she invented for when he enters her room without asking.
("Needs some adjusting" Donnie mutters while his big brother chews him out)
(Camilo forgives her very quickly when her next invention, a hot air balloon, fulfills his dream of flying)
For Leo I'm gonna indulge all my headcanons: he is the teams medic and so he would be all over Julieta and her cooking. He can't make magic food but some pointers for delicious chicken soup are very appreciated. But he is still a teenager and hanging around an adult all the time is so not his vibe (no matter how motherly she is and how warm and fuzzy her attention makes him feel inside) so I also imagine him spending lots of time with all the kids but especially Dolores. The gossip that girl can tell him! Hell yeah! And he can Portal the two of them right to the gossip so they can see it first hand, hehe.
Raph is a no brainer. He takes one look at Luisa and sees a kindred spirit. They both drink tea and lament over little siblings and their antics and even more over their own strength and how hard it is to be careful all the time. I think both of them will greatly benefit from each other and from giving each other tips. They will become attached at the hip.
April hears how Isabela changed her appearance and is still looking for her true self and goes full fashion and life style coach on her. April knows a thing or two about trying to be normal and fit in only to realize that the only thing you need to be is yourself. Isa is just fascinated with this confident girl who takes no shit and embraces her own self. She wants that too.
I don't have a real reason for this except that I really want to see Casey and Bruno just sitting a bit outside of the chaos and relaxing with some nice arts and crafts. They are both happy that they are back with family but it can all get a little bit overwhelming at times so it's nice to have someone who understands and has no problem just sitting side by side in silence and enjoy their families laughter and joy until the batteries are refilled and they are ready to rejoin the madness.
Alma doesn't know what to make of this little rat man (who btw fascinates and freaks Bruno out a little) but when they get to finally talking (being the family heads that they are) they realize that they have a lot in common. Splinter knows how it is to be overwhelmed by a legacy that was thrust onto you and that you didn't really want. How you'd rather have your beloved mother/husband back and how you feel that you can't let them down but go about it in all the wrong ways, almost alienating your family in the process instead of holding them close. The crushing weight of it all and how it makes you lose sight of what is important.
Splinter knows a thing or two about that and realizing that gives Alma some peace. They often sit side by side and watch their families, thankful for the second chance they were given.
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girl4music · 8 months
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Gotta love Point Crow’s enthusiasm and excitement whenever he plays a Zelda game for the first time. And then all the crazy speed runner stuff he does with his big brain to cheat and bypass the system of the game.
I never thought about it till now but I suppose yeah, it is true that ‘Tears Of The Kingdom’ is a time/life loop. Everything that happens in it is fated to happen in it, you just don’t know it until when you need to know it. Which is the entire cleverness of the beginning scene and seeing the Light Dragon so early and the Master Sword disappearing through time. All of that happens not because it breaks the loop, but it continues it on.
After all, Link is eternally fated to face and defeat Ganondorf. It makes sense to have a story where it’s a literal loop and to have him always be the link between the past and future of Hyrule. That’s how it all began.
God damn the collective consciousness of Nintendo is something else. They truly are the best in the industry.
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I saw your ff7 vs bb meme and now I am curious
who do you like more, Bloody crow or Sephiroth? 🤣
mother of god, if that ain’t the question of the year. um.
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I’ll choose the best answer and just say Eileen the Crow because she wins and most likely wouldn’t try to kill me if she was real, so there, I’m free. Yipeeee!!!
Ok fineeeee—a specific answer just for you:
Bloody Crow wins by default because Soulsborne is just my “home” fandom forever. Besides LOTR ofc. But that fandom is too big and old for me to feel like I could find a secure space, so Soulsborne it is and has been for years. I just live here, and Crow is the only Soulsborne character besides Lady Maria, Eileen, and Ciaran that I really, really went to work for in terms of developing a backstory and complicated personality for. He is more like an original character at this point for me specifically, and so very precious. My crow boi <3
Sephiroth is weird because he feels like a character I have been looking for or “knew” for years, but it doesn’t make sense lol. I grew up surrounded by friends that loved FF7 and I never got it…I guess?
In fact, I actually didn’t like it sjdhshs. I admittedly judged by appearance, but I was like, “The characters all look like these bizarre supermodel action figures with oversized weapons!!”
Meanwhile, my hypocritical ass with Soulsborne:
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“It’s peak game design.”
But I really did not like Final Fantasy or FF7. I would see Sephiroth around, specifically the shot of him surrounded by flames from Advent Children, and just think, “There’s that fucking guy again” and I ignored him. I didn’t figure out until later that the reason he pissed me off so much is because I knew, I just absolutely knew, that if I gave him my attention for longer than five seconds, he would probably take over my life. Help.
I was terrified. I even remember seeing some of the Remake trailers a few years back and actually hearing some of his lines for the first time, and I kid you not, I felt the slightest pull of, “Wait…” and then IMMEDIATELY went, “Nope, fuck you” in my head and walked away 💀
My reaction to him was always incredibly visceral, so naturally, one night I was having a chill discussion with my friend ABOUT BLOODY CROW from Bloodborne and somehow we ended up making a Sephiroth comparison of course, and then it happened.
I was like, “Oh hahaha yeah Sephiroth, that guy. Let me watch some clips to remember what he’s all about again, hahahaa.”
Hours passed and I didn’t sleep that night, like at all. I watched every available canonical cutscene video compilation of Sephiroth on the internet and read every bit of information I could find and immediately started playing the FF7 games and reading fan-fiction and listening to One-Winged Angel for entire days on repeat and talking with people on tumblr and twitter and researching for seven days without sleep until I emerged to burn down a small village and AAAAA—so yeah.
I was freaking out, like literally trying to tell myself to stop as I just kept falling down the rabbit hole. I was so mad. It took over 20 years but I finally caved and here we are. I’m not okay. This character actually makes me insane, and believe it or not, it’s not even simping. I’m aroace as hell and pretty impervious. He just gives me brain severe damage for weirdly personal reasons. Lmao.
I’m honestly shocked with my level of self-control because I want to write essays on the character but I just stay pretty quiet.
So anyway, I guess I just like characters with silver hair :)))
Much love, anon <3
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Things I’m noticing on this rewatch, which I’m hoping to take slow and ponder on but we will see how it goes, PART TWO (obviously major Good Omens season 2 spoilers throughout, specifically for S2E2)
- Immediately the first thing I notice and love is the old-timey grainy way the Job storyline was shot with. Aziraphale’s holy background thing is so fun and dynamic, omg. There’s something very Terry Gilliam about the visuals.
- Also want to point out that the different shades of red of Crowley’s hair is a CHOICE, because he’s back to s1 color in this flashback. Also noticed last episode, but the new hair seems to have much darker roots or lowlights visible in some shots. Deliberate?
- Crowley can just summon a small sun. Nbd.
- The idea of a permit. The continuing hysteria of inserting modern parlance into the past. This is why I love this show.
- THE PERMIT IS SO LONG WHY IS THAT LOONEY TUNES LEVEL HUMOR STILL SO FUNNY
- Thing I notice now: the crows flying away after the goats are struck by fireballs. Originally unnoticed ambiance. Now incredibly funny.
- “You know, geese? Big, cross ducks?” I LOVE MURIEL.
- Hello, Jerkface McGee Gabriel.
- My brain, when Gabriel talked about witnessing the first human birth: oh, he was there for Cain? Weird, but—oh. Oh he meant Eve. Oh NO. Aziraphale your superiors are incompetent.
- The marks of irritation the archangels have with Aziraphale…phew. Eye rolling, huffing, the whole shebang. Poor guy.
- The fact that Jim is trying to be helpful and makes the bookshop less comprehensible delights me, actually. As does his hideous sweater.
- The fact that there are edges to Jimbriel’s memory, that he has snatches of himself but can’t encompass the whole…weird. Why won’t his whole self fit back inside of his amnesiac mind? What’s taking up the room? Unless all the room is stored with the rest of his memories? This is a silly train of thought and I’m getting a bit too deep
- Wondering how Hell’s miraculous tracking system works tbh.
- Another note about the opening: last season, we got to the crowd actively falling off the edge of their cliff path and the good ones going up, the bad ones going down. This time…credits end before they reach that summit. And they’re climbing towards something brightly lit. Interesting.
- I love that the seemingly throwaway line of all albums turning to Queen Best Hits when left in a car for too long turns into more of an actual plot point with the jukebox and Buddy Holly. Almost feels taboo.
- The needing an invitation to get in thing is so subtly done, too.
- Keen?? KEEN???
- Yeah the attempt to kill the fly does sort of overly dampen the reveal later. Better foreshadowing would have been to him trying to catch it tbh.
- CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW AZIRAPHALE CAN DRAW
- Dirty Donkey pub. Something about that is tickling my brain. No idea why. Like I know its utility as an elevator in s2 but I feel like there’s something important about it I’m forgetting? Or missing?
- Jane Austen as master spy and novelist is the exact flavor I’m looking for, thank you. XD
- Ehm. Aziraphale. The ball part isn’t where the love realizations happened, from my memory. They’re highly charged events, but they’re for feeding chemistry, not realizations. Idk man.
- Aziraphale almost closes the shop door on him. Noticed it the first time. Noticing it now. Mistake? Or meant?
- Pride and Prejudice is what is zoomed in on. Nice.
- Feels like Crowley is possibly probing Jim’s mind at this stage. Miraculously? There’s a partial little hissing chime when he starts doing it but I can’t tell if that’s a tension builder or an actual miraculous signifier.
- Note to self: go back to first episode and see if any sound effect played during the dual miracle. Result: yes, normal miracle chime.
- Going back to e2, not a full miracle chime but definitely a hiss of something. Don’t think Crowley is rooting around in his head but unsure how Crowley can evoke these episodes in Jimbriel but Aziraphale can’t. Hmm.
- Wondering if there’s a female voice layered under Gabriel’s, or if it’s his own pitched up.
- The fact that Jimbriel has some awareness of himself though!! He KNOWS whatever he can’t quite remember is too big for him right now, but he doesn’t know what it is and goes back to being a happy sieve in no time. Weird!!!
- Aha. Subtitles are wrong, Aziraphale does still call him Crawly in the Job minisode.
- “Technically you can—“ “oh, then technically I will” I SEE YOU, JOHN FINNEMORE. REUSING VERY GOOD LINES.
- GOSH the ACTING I am in a SWOON
- THAT SMUG LITTLE ANGELIC GRIN
- okay but: very important conversation about sides and desires and knowing (gosh that sounds dirty), unfortunate side effect of validating to Aziraphale that the angel he knew as Crowley Before is still in there and still reachable, the demon no different but just more stubborn for some reason. Massive flaw in his cognition to work through in s3, the universe willing.
- The kids being brats feels so…appropriate, somehow. All but the youngest. Who is adorable.
- Aziraphale showing faith in Crowley, though, and being proven correct. My tender heart.
- Crowley being obliging and turning Jemimah into a blue lizard. I cry.
- Aziraphale having a gag reaction to wine is hysterical actually
- The sensuality of the tempting Aziraphale to eat though.
- I…really can’t tell God’s tone or intent in talking to Job? Might just be telling him off. I think that’s what They’re doing. Job and I are on the same page at least.
- Gabriel’s game show host way of announcing this poor middle aged woman can have seven more kids. The Supreme Archangel, folks.
- Crowley stepping up at the nick of time to stop Sitis from committing blasphemy in front of the most powerful angels of Heaven: incredible power move. Only to be topped by his subsequent act of “midwifery”
- The “yes, and”ing of this scene. I’m agog.
- “Reach into his robes—higher, higher” THE LOOK ON JOB’S FACE
- Okay but the very neat forcing of Aziraphale to directly lie to his superiors, to take an active role of disobedience for the actual greater good. Mmm. Tasty for his character.
- THE WAY AZIRAPHALE’S HEAD JUST POPS OUT FROM BEHIND THE BENTLEY. Also had a little miracle chime to it so he definitely just. Popped up. Good grief.
- OUR car. Passed his test 90 years ago. Just like it’s technically my shop but we both get plenty of use out of it. MARRIED. BICKERING.
- GOOD OMENS THE BOOK INSIDE OF GOOD OMENS THE SHOW. I SQUEAL. I GIGGLE. I KICK MY FEET.
- The whole conversation at the end about falling and being lonely…SO many emotions. So many layers. Such setup. I just want to pop it in my mouth and gum on it for hours. This is the second time Aziraphale has lied to his bosses, but he wasn’t near as torn up about lying to God as he was about lying to Gabriel and the rest. Possibly because he had no proof that God DIDNT want him to give the sword to Adam to protect themselves with, and in this case he DID have more substantial proof that God wanted those kids dead. Or, Gabriel and Michael did, at least.
- Once again setting up to Aziraphale that Crowley is a good demon, that trusting him is a good idea, and pitting that against his ingrained trust in Heaven. Difficult dichotomy, difficult situation. Still hasn’t fully untangled that one in the present day. Obviously.
- “I’m a demon. I lied.” The absolute POWER.
Okay that’s it for tonight. More later!
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Okay, since I had a ton of fun with the last ones, some more headcannons of characters from my fic series! <3 This time we're going to focus on Lir Tam-Lin, with some facts, headcannons, and background info.
* He started off as a little bit of a one-off joke I made with a friend who is a FREQUENT head cannon buddy of mine, and I love that for them. Literally just something along the lines of "wouldn't it be funny for Rocket to be walking down a hall at Nova Corps and seeing someone who looks like Meti??"
* His last name, "Tam-Lin," is from an old Scottish ballad that is strikingly close to "Beloved and the Bastard". His first name, "Lir," is that of an Irish sea god. It was kept because it is also the name of Elphaba's son in the "Wicked" series, and that was too much a coincidence to pass up since Meti has basis from this story (down to his mother's voice claim is Idina Menzel!). This is all a loving homage to my headcannoning friend too, since they've been so instrumental in how this series has turned out.
* Speaking of voice claims, his is Timothy Omundson, who played Lassiter on "Pysch". When I write a character, it helps me to have a voice to work with in real life, and Omundson hit a lot of the marks for me with how tense he could sound but also how warm he could be.
* Omundson is a stroke survivor, and while this initially wasn't part of Lir's character, it quickly became one. Anyone who's read at least a little bit of my stuff probably has a handle on the fact showing those with disabilities is a big thing to me. While I have some disability issues of my own (with learning, a few other things), I also have a disabled parent. Seeing things through her eyes made me want to write more characters who were disabled, yeah, but also bad ass.
* Lir is from the planet Hill Temar, is another Celtic reference, this for the Hill of Tara, which factors in a lot of Irish mythology.
* His ship is named the Bán Pangar, which is yet ANOTHER Celtic callout. This is a 9th century Irish poem about a cat.
* Lir is really into Gundam models and mecha anime. His favorite is Gundam Wing, since it was his introduction series, and he is also a fan of things like Big O and Neon Genesis Evangelion
* He also has a soft spot for magical girl anime but would die of embarrassment if anyone found this out
* He was a fan of mecha things from childhood. He grew up in a very pastoral home world, and moving to Xandar was a shock to him. He didn't have many friends, but he always loved going out to watch machines or see ships fly
* Some of his favorite activities when he was a child was bow hunting, fishing, and collecting pebbles by the stream
* He has crow brain, much like Meti does, and loves collecting things
* He may be a little terse with Richard Rider and Sam Alexander, but would also take a bullet for either of them
* His mother is an Eternal. Being part Celestial as well, he has the potential for a lot of power
* While it hasn't been stated in text yet, his mother's name is Morga
* He loves music from anime and JPop. He's stolen away to more than one concert on Earth and watched from a distance
* He credits his dexterity to building models. While he does have exosuits that allow him movement with both hands, he still prefers using one hand to work. It's mostly out of habit now.
* Loves his weapons. Being a sharpshooter is what initially got him noticed by Nova Corps. Being a natural tacticle genius is what got him thrown into the position of Nova Prime. He actually has a lot of respect for Rocket, even if they butt heads a lot.
* A bit lonely and has trouble expressing it! His wife is also the only woman he ever dated, and he was about 27. He has a hard time opening up to people, but really wants to make a connection
* Loves kids and babies and is a natural with them. This is something he gets from his mother
* Owns about ten different outfits. Wants to branch out in his style currently, but doesn't know where to begin. With being half Meti, there is hope for him.
* A hopeless romantic at heart and a bit shy about it. Poor guy. <3
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