#Also damn it Jon really is a cat

[dessarious]

This was not the Plan

New Years one shot (please let it stay a one shot)

Marinette could not for the life of her figure out how she'd ended up here. She was supposed to be at home, in her pajamas, asleep before the ball dropped. She had a plan, damn it.

That plan did not include Alya showing up at her apartment in London. Especially since she was supposed to be covering the ball drop in New York. It didn't involve said friend dragging her to an upscale party where Adrien and Felix just happened to be in attendance. And it damn sure didn't involve listening to Alya try to give her a pep talk (read lecture) about asking Adrien to kiss at midnight. No, this was definitely not the plan.

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Cass and Steph were supposed to be on a plane to Gotham. Unfortunately, some asshole (read Scarecrow) gassed the airport, and it was in lockdown until a HazMat team gave the all clear. Instead, they were stuck in an upscale London hotel. Which wouldn't be bad except there was a fancy New Year's party going on and the host had cornered them as they were checking in to invite them. Cass hated having to keep up a public image. But at least she had Steph to make things bearable.

They were standing along one of the walls, Steph making highly inappropriate comments at other people's expense, when Cass noticed two women. One obviously excited to be there and the other... not so much. As they wandered closer, Cass could hear their conversation.

"I feel I've been very clear on this." The one who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else sounded frustrated and annoyed.

"I know you think he's out of your league, but you'll regret it if you don't shoot your shot, girl!" Her tone was exasperated, if fond. Given the reaction from the other woman, this was a recurring debate. Cass didn't think she'd ever seen anyone roll their eyes so hard.

"I don't think he's out of my league. I'm just not interested in him. I really wish you would stop acting like we're still teenagers. It was an adolescent crush, and it wasn't healthy on top of that." Her friend didn't seem to hear her.

"Look! There he is. Now's your chance."

"Alya, you're not listening to me. Besides, that's Felix, not Adrien."

"Oh? You can tell that just by looking, huh?" Her tone seemed to imply that meant something but her friend just gave her a dry look.

"Anyone who's met them should be able to tell that." She gestured to the man Alya had pointed out. "Grumpy cat." Then she scanned the crowd before pointing to another man identical to the first. "Excited puppy."

Cass observed the two and had to admit the other woman was right. It kind of reminded her of the difference in Damian and Jon's personalities. The first man was comfortable in the setting, but was extremely standoffish and full of himself. The other was happy and friendly, talking to anyone who got close to him.

"Quit stalling. It's almost midnight."

"Alya, I'm not-"

"You can't bail on me this time. Do you have any idea what it took for me to get tickets to this party? Give me one good reason why you can't go ask him to kiss you for New Years."

Given how red the other woman's face had gotten during her friend's rant, Cass expected an explosion. What she wasn't expecting was for the woman to turn and pull her down into an angry, almost desperate kiss. She didn't know how to react, so she just let it happen. Honestly, she felt bad for her... it was also kind of nice if she was being honest with herself. When the woman pulled back, Cass was a bit dazed. She turned on her friend.

"That's why!" And promptly stormed out to the balcony. Cass was startled out of watching her when Steph let out a laugh.

"I'd say that's a pretty good reason." Steph's amused tone caused Alya to flush red before storming off in the opposite direction from her friend. "You should go check on her." Cass raised an eyebrow at her and Steph gestured to the balcony with a knowing smirk.

"Do you really think she wants to see me? That had to have been embarrassing." Cass signed at her in confusion, but Steph just turned her and gave her a push towards the balcony. Cass still wasn't certain it was a good idea, but Steph had a better understanding of such emotions, so she went. She found the other woman leaning over the balcony, muttering into her crossed arms. "Are you okay?" She spoke in English even though they'd been talking in French before hoping she understood since they were in London. She could understand French well enough, but speaking it was trickier.

"I'm fine." She said it in English, barely audible. When she looked up Cass watched her go through a variety of emotions. First was exhaustion, then confusion, recognition, embarrassment, and ending with horror. "Oh dear Kwami, I can't believe I sexually assaulted a complete stranger. I am so sorry!"

"It's okay." Cass hadn't thought of it that way, but she supposed it was technically true.

"It's not okay! It's the complete opposite of okay. I can't believe I did that. I'm such a terrible person. I understand if you want to call the authorities. Or I can do something to make it up to you. I'm a fashion designer, not that you need new or better clothes, you look amazing in that dress, but if you wanted something, or I can tailor some things if you need it. Nothing will make up for-" The woman wasn't stopping to breathe and Cass had been trying to get her attention, but ended up latching onto her forearms to get her to stop. The guilt in the woman's eyes was painful to watch.

"I'm Cass." It wasn't what she really wanted to say, but it did stop her, well for a second anyway. Then she looked embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng." She started going through her handbag and pulled out a business card. She wrote on the back before handing it over. "That's my work phone on the front. I put my real name on the back and my personal phone number so you can get a hold of me for whatever you decide. I really am sorry." Cass frowned at the card for a moment. "Is something wrong?"

"You're the designer for Foundational Fashions?" She couldn't help her surprise. It was an innovative brand that Jason had actually introduced her to.

"Oh, um, yes, but I'd appreciate it if you would keep that to yourself. I try to stay below the radar."

"I know." That got a confused blink. "My brother and I have been trying to find a way to commission you for a couple of years."

"Then I can make you something, both of you, to apologize." She sounded almost excited at the idea, and Cass had to force herself not to frown. No way was this worth whatever her prices were.

"I wouldn't feel right not paying you. Just getting a slot for a commission is more than enough." The woman's expression fell and Cass would blame that for what happened next. She really didn't like seeing her unhappy. "There is something else."

"Of course. Anything."

"Let me kiss you at midnight."

"Sure, no problem... wait what?" Cass looked for any sign she'd made Marinette uncomfortable, but all she saw was confusion. "After what I did, why..." She didn't seem to be able to finish the thought. "I mean, I'm sure there are plenty of people who would love to... why would you pick me?"

She seemed genuinely confused, and Cass didn't really know how to respond. The longer she stayed silent, the more Marinette drew in on herself and she had no idea why. She didn't seem to object to the actual kissing part though, so Cass felt a bit less creepy about asking.

"I don't want to kiss anyone else." Marinette's cheeks turned bright red and Cass was worried she'd said the wrong thing. "Earlier I felt... I would like to try it again." It was times like this she wished she was better with words. When she looked back at Marinette, the woman was studying her. She seems less embarrassed and more thoughtful.

"There's still half an hour until midnight. Why don't we sit and talk? Maybe start on you commissions."

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Cass looked relieved at the suggestion, and Mari realized she wasn't the only one floundering. She still couldn't believe she'd done something so stupid and could only be glad that Cass didn't want her arrested. Once they were settled at the table that happened to be on the balcony, Mari wasn't certain where to start.

"So, what are your hobbies?" That was a good starting place, right?

"Ballet, and I do martial arts."

"Well, that certainly explains the physique." Yes Mari, let's be even more creepy. She absolutely should not be flirting.

"What explains yours?" She could practically feel Cass' eyes running down her figure. Okay, maybe she should be flirting.

"I grew up in a bakery. When it comes in bulk, everything is heavy. And once I got into design, bolts of fabric aren't light either. Then, Hawkmoth showed up, and I ended up in self-defence and parkour classes with a lot of my friends. Nothing anywhere near as structured as what you've done, though." And the whole superhero thing, but that was definitely not a conversation for a first... whatever this was.

"What happened to him?" Marinette fought not to wince. That was the million dollar question that only she knew the answer to. It was an extremely messy take down, and she'd had to wipe the memories of everyone involved. Including Adrien because of how badly he'd reacted to finding out Gabriel was Hawkmoth.

"All we know is that Ladybug said he'd been taken care of and she and Chat were retiring. Most people were just grateful it was over, to be honest." Granted, that attitude was helped along by the fact that no one could find her to question the official story. "Where are you from? Your accent sounds American."

"I live in Gotham." Cass' tone was odd but Mari couldn't place why.

"Oh, then you're used to worse. At least most of the damage Hawkmoth did could be reversed. The emotional toll was bad enough, but I can't even imagine constantly being afraid that anyone around you could end up dead in the next attack." Cass gave a hum, and Mari was worried she'd offended her.

"It is... difficult." Mari noticed Cass moving her hands as she spoke and realized she'd been doing it since they started talking. "I think most people have developed a sense of apathy, or maybe just put on blinders to the danger until it actually happens, since there's not much they can do if one of the major rogues decides to attack. At the same time, more and more people and organizations are coming together to try and help each other. It is still hopeful, and Gothamites are stubborn."

"Yes, people seem to be able to get used to just about anything if they have to." Humans were extremely adaptable, and that wasn't always a good thing. "Oh! You're signing, aren't you?" Mari hadn't meant to say that out loud and given the embarrassed look on Cass' face, she shouldn't have. "Sorry, I just noticed the movements."

"It's how I first learned to communicate. My childhood was... unorthodox." Given her tone, Mari had a feeling that was an understatement. "I can stop if you-"

"No! I mean it's fine. I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable." Mari really, really wished she could stop making an idiot of herself in front of the woman. She'd like to blame the sleep deprivation from her per Christmas dash to get everything done, but this was just how she was. She always turned into a disaster around pretty people. It's why she was so nervous around Adrien originally, because he had always been extremely pretty. Other people had called him handsome, but his features had always been too delicate for that. It took Mari three years to understand why she thought she liked him. And wasn't that a fun week long mental breakdown?

"It's fine. Some people just seem to think I'm trash talking them instead of going through the motions to help find the right words." Mari could only blink at her for a moment.

"I feel like those are the same people who are constantly trash talking people in their head and projecting that on to you." Cass let out an amused snort.

"Probably." They settled into a comfortable silence. It was nice, if Mari was being honest. Too many people she knew felt like they had to fill the silence, even when they had nothing to say. As the minutes ticked by though, she started to get nervous. Cass obviously noticed.

"We don't have to, if you don't want to." Mari started at her voice. God, she needed to not be so high strung.

"It's not that... honestly, this whole thing is just a bit bizarre. It would have made more sense for you to have slapped me. I'm just... trying to make sense of things." Mainly because, in her personal life, she wasn't this lucky. Then again, Cass was from America, so this probably wouldn't lead anywhere. And that thought made her realize that so far, she did want this to go somewhere. Great.

"I don't think there's a lot of people here that would slap a beautiful woman for kissing them." Mari felt like her face was on fire. This woman, her seriously could be a model, thought she was beautiful? Yep, crush officially formed. Shit.

"That still doesn't excuse my bad behavior. I shouldn't have taken out my frustration with Alya on other people. My being pissed off that she never actually listens to me is no reason to do what I did."

"I don't know. She seemed to get the message." Mari just sighed.

"Maybe. That or I'll be getting an extremely long lecture about embarrassing her tomorrow." Probably the second. Might be a good idea to find somewhere else to crash after the party. And figure out when Alya was set to leave London so she could avoid her until then. She loved her, but she was beyond sick of the whole Adrien thing.

"She should stop talking and start listening." Mari let out a giggle.

"Can't say I disagree, but I don't see it happening. Alya's extremely stubborn about certain things."

"If you're not willing to make excuses for your bad behavior, you shouldn't make them for hers, either." Mari blinked at her before letting out a huff.

"In theory that's true. But I can't control her actions, only mine." Cass let out another hum. Before she could say anything, people inside started counting down.

10

Oh dear Kwami, this was really happening, wasn't it?

9

Maybe it was a trick. Cass' way of getting back at her for what she did.

8

No. The way she was looking at Mari... she was actually going to do this.

7

Come on, Mari. It's just a kiss.

6

A kiss from someone with the softest lips she'd ever felt, but just a kiss.

5

Okay. Her heart felt like it was about to explode. She might actually pass out.

4

No. She is not going to create another scene tonight. She just needed to breath.

3

When did Cass get so close?

2

What if she was disappointed in the kiss? Mari was pretty confident in her abilities, but she had no idea what kind of experience Cass had.

1

What if she wasn't disappointed? What were they going to do then?

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Cass closed the distance, and Mari just closed her eyes. Yep, definitely the softest lips ever. She was going to have to ask how she managed that. When Cass deepened the kiss, Mari's brain completely short-circuited. This. This is what home was supposed to feel like. She was so screwed.

When Cass pulled back, it took her a minute to remember to breathe. When she finally opened her eyes, she was on the receiving end of the softest look she'd ever seen. Suddenly, Gotham was looking like a better idea. Surely she could do some good there. She forgot how to breathe again when Cass cupped her cheek and ran her thumb over Mari's bottom lip.

"Happy New Year." The words were as soft as her look and Mari, for once, thought that for once, it actually was a good start to what was looking to be the best year she'd had in a long time. Even if it hadn't been her plan.

#maribat #cassandra cain #marinette dupen chang #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #Marinette snaps

[staysaneathome]

Since the wonderful @johndead answered some pressing concerns about Martin Care, decided to write a little something set in their universe!

Emil frowned at the creature sat on the countertop before him.

It was short and squat, about the size of a kitten. Its…hair? Fur? Was long and stringy, and matched the rest of its ragged appearance.

Its large eyes stared at him, unblinking and wet.

Emil blinks first, and frowned harder at the creature. His thumb hovered over the contacts in his phone.

Alexa was the most sensible one in the office, and the one most likely to know what this was and tell him with the least fuss, but she also had said when she left work that she and her boyfriend were taking a long weekend to Bath for a romantic getaway, and so any emergencies would have to wait til Monday.

Danny was probably next best, as his hyperfixations meant he could spout off detailed knowledge about any number of random subjects, but if this thing didn’t fall under that umbrella, then he and Emil would both be stumped. He was also still on that urban exploration kick, and might be bowels deep in a sewer somewhere with no phone reception.

Which left…

Emil sighs, then stiffens at the way the creature stared at him, leaning forward slightly.

He didn’t want to have to do this. But desperate times…

He hits the video call button, and waited a few tense minutes for it to ring.

“Hello? Emil, is that you?”

His heart most definitely did not skip a beat at the face filling his screen, peering at him in concern. “Lynn.”

“Hi Emil!” His boss (who he certainly did not have a crush on, shut up) chirped, a smile splitting their face. It wavers slightly. “Um. Not to be rude of anything, but you never call me outside work hours—is something wrong?”

“I got home and found something had got into my flat.” He stated. “I’ve no clue what the hell this thing is. Hold on, I’ll show you.”

He turned the phone around to face the creature. It reared back slightly, wet eyes darting between him and the screen, nose twitching.

Whatever Emil expected to happen, it was not for his boss to let out a small squeal of delight.

“Aw! Hey there buddy, hello! Oh, you’re so little, Emil he’s adorable!”

He raises an eyebrow at the creature, whose fur/hair/whatever was beginning to lift like a cat’s. “If this thing is adorable then I’m about to win Love Island. What is it.”

“Oh, oh right,” Lynn said, sounding flustered. “Well, that’s a Jon! I don’t know as much about them as I do about Martins, but they’re really fascinating creatures! A bit shy and prickly at first, but really quite sweet once you get to know them. I’ve only ever seen them in pet shops before or videos online, where did you find him?”

“I got home and found it drinking water from my sink.” Emil reports, keeping a firm eye on this “Jon” thing. “I must have not turned it off right when I left this morning—Oi. Stop that. Lynn, it’s doing something weird.”

A set of floating, glowing eyes are starting to manifest out of the air surrounding the Jon, staring hard at the phone as it bristles and lets out a low hissing noise.

“Is that the first threat display he’s made?” Lynn asks. “Didn’t he do this when you got in?”

“No,” Emil grits out, crossing the kitchen with a hand hovering over his phone protectively. Thankfully the eyes can’t follow more than a few inches, and the Jon’s hissing died down some, though it still glares imperiously at the phone. “Little bastard just walked over and stared at me the entire time.”

There’s an excited gasp from the other end of the line. “Oh wow, Emil, I think that means he likes you! Most of the videos I’ve watched say that Jons usually do a lot of threat displays to people or animals they’re not sure of. Maybe he thinks you’re a kindred spirit?”

Emil can’t help the scowl and slight flush that comes to his face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He snaps. “It’s not like I’m keeping the damn thing.”

“O-oh.” Lynn’s face falls slightly, before they smile again. Emil steadfastly ignores the pang that sends through him. “That’s fair. Not everyone has time for a pet, I guess. Though I think most shelters might be closed tonight, and I’m not sure if they open on weekends?”

Emil closes his eyes and groans. Great. Just great. Now he has to deal with a little eyeball creep staring at him for potentially two days. How’s he going to make sure it doesn’t get sick or starve during that time? He’s not even sure he has food in for himself.

“I could send you some care instructions, if you like?” Lynn offers tentatively. “There are a few good websites online where I’ve got advice for caring for my Martin before, and I think their basic needs are similar—wide, shallow bowls for food and water, soft materials for nesting in, plenty of space and enrichment, that sort of thing. There might be some differences though, because I know my Martin loves poetry—”

As if on cue, the Jon hisses loudly at the word “poetry”, it’s fur standing on end and several glowing eyes (plus one tape recorder) popping into existence around it.

“Fucking—!” Emil rears back.

“Sorry! Sorry, I shouldn’t have said the p word!” Lynn apologizes. “Yeah, there are loads of videos online of people putting a book of K-E-A-T-S behind their Jon to make him jump or start mauling it. It’s really not nice for the little guys, but I suppose since it gets their owners views they think—”

“Lynn.” Emil interrupts, before his boss can go off on another tangent about ethical treatment of pets on social media. “Just, just send me the links. Please.”

“Alright!” Lynn chirps. “I’ve also got some old stuff I had that my Martin didn’t end up using, like a carrier and toys and stuff. Would you like me to give them a wash, bring them over to see if Jon likes them?”

“Sure.” Emil says, without thinking. “Why not. I’ll be in all weekend.”

“Great!” Lynn looks almost nervous, smiling at him. “I’ll send the links and see you tomorrow then?”

It finally clicks in Emil’s brain that he’s just invited his boss (his crush) over to his place to try and help him wrangle a weird eyeball creature.

Rather than say anything sensible to abort the situation, Emil instead chokes out. “Y-yeah. I’ll send you the address. See you.”

They beam at him, and then their picture vanishes with a small bloop.

Emil puts his phone down on the countertop.

Then he promptly sits on the floor, puts his head into his knees, and screams mentally.

What was he thinking?! Sure he can just about survive during the workday, when there’s a veil of professionalism between them, and Danny and Alexa besides, but coming around to his flat?! In casual clothes, with their glow-in-the-dark nail polish and their general personality in his space?! Alone?!

He’s done for. Doomed. He may as well quit now, he’s so sure he’s going to embarrass himself and make them hate him and screw everything up forever.

There’s a weird pitter-patter sound, interrupted by small vibrations.

When he looks up, he sees the Jon is staring meaningfully down at him.

He heaves a bigger sigh. “Can’t I have a crisis in peace?”

That only makes the Jon’s eyes grow bigger and wetter, almost hungry-looking. Apparently not.

He gets to his feet and unlocks his phone. Alongside all the links Lynn has texted, they’ve also sent a picture of a much rounder, more ascetically pleasing creature in glasses, blinking happily at the camera from a nest of shredded paper, wool and scraps of fabric, and teabags.

The caption under it says “Martin says to say hello! :D”

He holds the picture up to the Jon, ready to pull it away at the first sign of hissing or floating eyes. “See this? This is cute. What do you have to say for yourself, huh?”

The Jon leans towards the screen, nose twitching, eyes wet and huge and unblinking.

It reaches out a paw and rests it against the shoulder of the Martin-picture. Then it leans its head against it.

Emil ends up slowly letting go of his phone until it is lying flat on the table again for the Jon to curl up on it.

Its unblinking eyes slide closed. It begins to make a rusty sound, almost like a cat’s purr, if a bit more…mechanical maybe? A tape recorder running, perhaps.

Emil reaches out to try and pick the phone up.

The purring stops. One eye opens and stares at him.

“Or not.” He scrubs a hand through his hair. “Hell, you’re just as hopeless as me, aren’t you.”

The Jon’s eye closes and he begins purring again at a louder rate.

Emil huffs a breath of laughter. Still. If he’s not getting his phone back soon, he’d better try and get started on the things Lynn told him about so they don’t arrive tomorrow and find he’s somehow managed to kill the Jon.

Wide shallow bowls for water, for a start…

#johndead #the magnus archives #tma #tma au #creature au #??? #jon sims care #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #emil walpole #lynn stine #jonmartin

[jonathandaviskisser]

Just Like a Rose

fluffshot of u and jd waking up together bc i’m such a hoe for this guy

YOURE WELCOME KORN TUMBLR jd x reader tag is way too dead

1113 words, can be set whenever u want but there’s modern day technology!! excuse the amount of spaces i have no idea how to fix it

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Your face scrunched up as a ray of sunshine disrupted your slumber rather rudely. You held back the urge to groan or shift around, prior to the familiar weight you felt on your lower half. Eventually you adjusted to the new lighting and you found yourself awake with a snoozing Jonathan cuddling you. Looking down, you placed your hair on Jonathan’s head, massaging his scalp instinctively with your thumb.

Well. Can’t really get out of bed now, can you? That’s alright though. You didn’t plan to anytime soon anyway. Jonathan was like a cat asleep on someone’s lap, and you were the someone who wouldn’t dare interrupt its sleep. Popping in an earbud, you checked the time on your phone. 9:30 AM. Not too late. You pressed play on (song of choice) before going into the camera app to take a picture of Jon’s sleeping self, only to find out he was awake when you pointed the camera at him. “Oh, shit-“ You laughed, quickly putting your phone down in a lousy attempt to play it off. “good morning.”

“G’morning.” He mumbled, clearly still a little drowsy.

“How long have you been awake?”You inquired, your thumb continuing its work on Jonathan’s scalp a little more denser now that you knew he was awake.

“Mm, not long.” He replied truthfully, cuddling your figure a little harder, yet still so gentle. “That magic you’re doing on my head is making me sleepy.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, it feels wonderful.”

You chuckled in response. Currently, you were wearing only a bra and underwear, but not in a seductive way, that’s just how you slept comfortably. Jonathan too, except he was only in his boxers. And despite his nightly routine of getting comfortable, he always seemed the most comfortable when you were his pillow.

It was finally Saturday, thank god. Saturday’s were your favorite, mostly because it was both you and Jonathan’s day off, and this was the best way to spend it.

“How was your week, Jon?”

He hummed. “Pretty okay. Me and Munks and Head did an interview together yesterday.”

“Really?” You replied, amusement visible in your tone. Interviews always seemed super fun, but also seemed like they could get persistent and annoying. Maybe you’d be in one with Jonathan sometime. “How was that?”

“We just read out a few comments and answered them. Someone asked me to marry them.” He chuckled, recalling Head’s response to the question.

“Oh,” You started, laughing lightly, “that was me. Hope you said yeah.”

“You’re Stacy from Johnson City?”

“I thought you knew?”

Jon giggled, placing a hand on your stomach and nuzzling into it. “I love you.” He murmured, adjusting his head to where he’d be facing you. “You’re so beautiful.” He added, placing a light kiss on your stomach.

Fuck, you love Jonathan so much. Though your expression was soft and kind, the feelings you felt inside were almost too much to bare. He always knew how to make you feel so fuzzy and happy, even with the fewest words. You couldn’t help the giddy smile that crept upon your face. You covered your mouth with your hand and looked away once you felt a familiar heat plaster across your cheeks.

“You’re blushing like a rose.” He laughed, letting his head return to its previous position.

“Shut up. You always make me blush so damn much.”

You felt Jon smile his dorky ass smile against you. “That’s the plan.” He sang smugly, tapping his fingers on your skin in a rhythmic pattern. You two laid there in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before Jonathan decided to sit up, earning an unpleased groan from you. “Come on, baby, get up.” He ushered, shaking your small in comparison figure around a bit. “Let’s go.”

“Ugh, no.” You whined as you handed him his glasses that were resting on the nightstand beside you.

He quickly put them on before getting up out of bed completely and throwing on a random pair of long black shorts and a loose grey tee. He turned back to face you in which you just blankly stared back at him.

“Come on. I’ll start breakfast.”

“Noo.”

Jonathan sighed in defeat. He turned around and walked out of the room, probably making his way to the kitchen. You shrugged and made yourself comfortable in bed again. You began to fidget with the silky white pillowcase beside you, and just as you thought it was that easy, Jonathan stormed back into the room and carried you out of bed bridal style, spinning you around a little.

“Jonathan!” You shrieked. Your body tensed up quick and you immediately wrapped your arms around Jonathan’s neck in fear that you’d fall.

Jon laughed at your reaction and set you down so you were standing up. You never unwrapped your arms around Jon’s neck, which pulled him closer to you as you were set on the ground. Jon took the chance and kissed your lips delicately, like if your lips were snowflakes and he was afraid of shattering them. It was so amusing, no matter how soft or rough his kisses were, they were always so passionate. He kissed you for a long while before pulling away. “You’re cold.” He said.

“Well yeah, you kinda pulled me outta bed half naked.”

He snorted. “Well then go throw somethin’ comfy on, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Was all you said before making your way over to your dresser and pulling out a pair of plaid pajama pants and a (F/B) tee. You began to slip on your clothes as Jonathan watched you adoringly.

“You’re so damn beautiful, baby. I can’t believe you’re all fuckin’ mine. My heart feels so full with you.”

You smiled and made your way over to Jonathan, your arms wrapping around his neck once again. “I love you so fucking much," you replied, “you’re so important to me.”

Jonathan smiled and kissed you again. “Wanna just stay in bed?”

“What about breakfast?”

“I’ll order us something. I know you’re tired. I just wanna cuddle you.” Jon wrapped his arms around your torso and rocked you side to side lightly, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“Okay.”

He kissed your hair. “You make me so proud, you know that?”

“You’re gonna make me cry.”

“You’re so fucking amazing. You’re so fucking good to me.” He said as he walked you over back to the bed, putting you on top of him to snuggle. Jon grabbed the tip of your chin and faced you to him, him noticing the pink on your cheeks instantly. He smiled. “You’re blushing. Just like a rose.”

#korn x reader #jd x reader #jonathan davis/reader #jonathan davis x reader #korn/reader #kornimagines #kornimagine #korn #fluff #jd korn

[atopvisenyashill]

I don’t get how you’re a Rhaenyra fan but a Dany hater 🤨 like Rhaenyra committed a lot of atrocities in the end.

I don’t hate Dany! She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s got some of the best magical scenes in the series - she’s got some of the best scenes in the series, period, her last dragon fever dream in agot is like top 10 for me easy - and she’s a character that is conceptually similar to like, theon or ned or cersei in that she is really firmly rooted and informed by her past traumas, and I love characters like that from a writing standpoint. I have definitely talked more negatively about her bc it’s basically impossible to not be constantly inundated with takes i feel are just the most vapid or deranged or whatever takes in the world, but you can say that for anyone who feels anything at all about dany bc she is a very polarizing character! i think some of her narrative is frustratingly written, i do not mesh well with a large section of her fanbase, and i actively hate her show counterpart, but show dany is a vastly different character than book dany is (i mean just age alone, like with robb and jon, some of your sympathy evaporates bc they are too damn old to be acting this stupid). ultimately, a lot of the "hate" people think i feel for her is directed at what i feel are stupid opinions on her character or her show counter part's place in pop culture, or just like, normal analysis and critique that i do of every character in this series.

i will acknowledge that i tend to describe myself as "pro stark, pro blacks, pro smallfolk" so people know the general gist of what they're signing up for when they start interacting with me, but that is such a simple way of diluting all of my feelings for all of these characters. like "pro stark" in the sense that they are the most rational of the leaders we get in the main series, and have a connection to the land, people, and culture that is important, but i've pointed out plenty of times that robb's war is harmful to the people of the riverlands, regardless of whether he's justified or not, and i've been posting about how ned and cat fail to properly prepare their children (and the north in general) for Real World Politics, to the detriment of their kids. "pro stark" in the sense that i thought show dany wasn't just deranged from season 1 she was also wildly unlikable and nauseatingly stupid, you could see her "dark dany" turn coming from a mile away because these were not subtle writers interested in exploring why dany would decide "dragons plant no trees" and instead focused on her looking hot while she set shit on fire (same way they were less interested in looking at why jon failed as lord commander and had him be the action hero fighting at hardhome). definitely most of my aggravation at "dany" is at the show version, and while i do get why people feel that if you're a proponent of the "dark dany" theory that you're "anti" dany, but I am not anti book dany! i just think like rickon stark, shireen baratheon, jojen reed, aegon vi, etc she is very much doomed to die a very tragic death.

and i do not like characters based on how little atrocities they commit lmao, like, if i were to list my top 10 favorites, probably half of them have committed some extreme war crime. theon is a rapist! jaime is a shitty ass partner to cersei, a deadbeat dad despite living in the same building as his kids, and a failed child murderer! bran is mind raping hodor, understands on some level that what he's doing is morally repugnant, and keeps doing it anyway! pretty much every targaryen i like has committed some sex crime heinous enough to get them life + 25!! bobby b raised joffrey!!! i know i facetiously say shit like "rhaenyra did nothing wrong" but i'm well aware she's out here torturing people, same as like 75% of the characters we interact with in the whole series. so "rhaenyra commits atrocities" or "dany commits atrocities" is just not how i look at these characters (and not to get into stan wars here, but good lord, "rhaenyra commits atrocities" she is not the only or even the worst person in the dance! like 85% of these people suck and the ones who don't - which is limited to like, helaena, jace, nettles, and addam almost exclusively - either die or disappear because That's The Point. also, i was raised SDA alright, you gotta be a really compelling character for me to get past being super catholic, it's in my dna to be a spiteful hater of catholics!! catelyn stark is my one exception to this rule folks!!!!).

as to why i like rhaenyra - for one thing, saying that emma d'arcy is a better actor than emilia clarke is like saying cillian murphy is better than bradley cooper. they are just not on the same level lol. i definitely have my critiques of show!rhaenyra's writing but i also think she's miles better written than show!dany and her story is also more interesting because her writing is much less nonsensical. for another, i think book rhaenyra and book dany are wildly similar characters (for a reason!) meant to be in conversation with each other, and i very much enjoy what that conversation is saying about power, nobility, gender, sex, war, and identity. on a more technical level, while fire and blood is a mess writing and world building wise, the one thing it does better than the essos chapters (because it doesn't take place in essos, it takes place in westeros, and george struggles much less fleshing out "western poc" than he does "eastern poc" ya know) is that rhaenyra is not the only insight we get into the conflict. the people she loves, the people she rules, the people she harms, they all have a pov and a voice in a way that missandei, irri, jhiqui, rakharo, jhogo, grey worm, on and on, do not, the way that basically every single character that isn't westerosi except mmd (who was killed in book one) is not afforded. it's just a lot easier (as of right now) to talk about rhaenyra as a character because we have her beginning, middle, and end and the povs of people who hated her vs dany, we have the beginning and middle, a lot of arguing over what her end will be, and no one in the narrative as of yet who has even the barest criticism of her decisions besides cardboard cut out villainous slavers.

so like...no i do not hate dany, and i don't feel it's necessary to asterisk every post about rhaenyra with "i know putting a hit out on nettles and addam, locking the smallfolk into KL without easing their burdens of the war, positing herself as an exception to male line primogeniture instead of pushing for absolute primogeniture, and using torture on tyland and vaemond's family was fucked up, i acknowledge that she's flawed" when i talk about her, nor do i feel the need to defend my position on dany on the off chance one of her more annoying stans finds my posts and decides i hate women because i said i didn't like her sexual relationship with irri.

#asks #anons #anti daenerys targaryen #i tag 'anti x' so people can filter the posts out. like i have 'anti x' tags blocked bc some of the opinions of my moots annoy me alkjdfs #but i otherwise love and cherish those moots ya know!! with very few exceptions i don't actually hate any of the characters. #they're deep! they're well written! they feel very real! it's not 'anti' to think a character who burns people alive is a villain tho!! #grrm critical #fire and blood critical #f&b critical #i can't remember what i tag that as #i hope this rant makes sense #anti game of thrones

[bellysoupset]

OH MY GOD THAT WAS SOOO SOFT

loovveeddd the domestic leo and jon in this one. can never get enough of it!!! the tying his tie!! bring us dessert 😭😭😭 they’re already married no need to have a wedding😭😭😭😭😭

also leo. girl (gn). balloons??? he’s such a dumbass

jonah almost saying tummy instead of stomach is killing me lmaoo. also him him being so used to taking care of stubborn idiots that having a docile patient is weird 😭 you were so right when you named them the dumbasses 😭

JD MY BELOVED. she’s my favourite character actually. (followed by both jon and leo. they tied for second place <3) the sweetest little cat to ever exist. yes i’m saying this knowing that she’s a little prick. i adore her.

alsooo angie is so sweet😭. also wdym let’s go out?? you have a fever??? maybe chill and watch some tv??😭 she’s just like me fr.

and jonah being all nervous while being a really good brother to her and having a lil angie file in his head🥺🥺🥺

loved the little detail of them not having any hair ties btw🍄

They are SO MARRIED, but at the same time they're just in that engaged we're-about-to-get-married bliss, you know?

A little thing about Leo is that I think every single caretaking he knows, he learned with the Dumbasses. Because if we go before that, it was basically just him handling himself and no one else. So there are certain childish things, especially if he's thinking/dealing with someone younger than him, that slip through the cracks. All this to say: yes, balloons.

My friend irl has the cutest damn cat and JD is very inspired by that kitty cat! It is soooo cuddly and chill, but at the same time a bit of a prick who refuses to do anything we ask. Also, like JD, it still looks like a kitten even tho she's years old!

🍄, go REST when you're sick, the fuck you mean "she's just like me fr". Another dumbass

#🍄 anon #lovely correspondence

[setaripendragon]

WIPS - I'm curious about the Cat SI. I mean, it's a reasonably self-explanatory title, but I'm interested to know what sort of direction you'd take.

Ahaha, hoooo, okay.

Buckle your seatbelt, cause this one turned into a monster on me (the thing titled 'CatSI' in my WIP folder isn't a file, it's its own folder with fifteen different files inside), and I will try to keep this short, but... ^^"

It started when I was watching some Order of the Green Hand theory videos on youtube, specifically the ones about the Ned+Ashara=Jon theory, which, while I don't think it's true in canon, I do still find it fascinating.

And then I wondered, okay, what if Catelyn didn't blame the bastard (since he's technically not one)? But since that is kind of entrenched in her whole... main motivation, and I genuinely cannot imagine a Catelyn that wouldn't (I don't... really like her. She's the main reason I stopped reading the books, tbh, so I may be being unfair to her ^^"), and the blame the bastard trope is one of my Big Nopes (hence why I don't like her, probably), and I really needed an escape from reality at that point in time...

So it originally started with a freshly transmigrated Cat having a bit of a meltdown on her wedding night (a sexist feudal hellscape wedding night as someone on the ace spectrum, to boot) all over a Ned who also very much wants to just have a meltdown, for obvious reasons. And Cat decides 'fuck it, the old gods don't look down on polygamy, I can at least make sure he gets to keep his lover and son' and tells him to damn Hoster Tully and keep them both.

It gets, you know, a lot more political than that, because everyone and their mother has an opinion about it, or wants to use it against them, etc, but that's the gist of it. Mostly it's an exercise in Make Things Better for Ned Stark with bonus OT3 as endgame.

But, well, I got a lot more invested in this AU as time went on. That need for escape during the pandemic meant I was thinking about this AU pretty much 24/7 and it grew out of control.

I eventually decided to have Cat transmigrate in at birth, and I've plotted out a Childhood Adventure for her that I've stuffed full of fun things for me to play with like a trans friend, issues with the Faith, internal Riverlands politics, her mother's death, etc etc etc, and is, you know, supposed to serve as a sort of set-up for her being properly integrated into the world by the time the Rebellion starts.

So, instead of starting at her wedding, the main story (or Book 2 of the trilogy ^^") starts at Harrenhal. The ten-day tourney in which, word of god says, so much stuff happens. The tourney is being held in honour of Cat's cousin, and the first part of the story focuses on all the ridiculous romantic nonsense that goes on there. There will, of course, be Cat pining over Ned who's pining over Ashara, as well as Lysa pining over Petyr who's pining over Cat and also Lyanna pining over Rhaegar who's ignoring his wife. Cat tries to keep Lysa and Petyr apart, and tries to get Lyanna's attention anywhere else, and actually thinks she's succeeding...

Right up until Lysa tells her she's pregnant. She talks her out of telling their father, but then her own wedding is looming, and the only way to get out of it is to let a good man get killed, and then Petyr challenges said man to a duel for her hand and Cat... says nothing. She doesn't ask Brandon to spare Petyr's life, and so he doesn't. Petyr dies, and Lysa is devastated, and Cat is guilty, and it only gets worse when Lyanna gets 'kidnapped', and Brandon goes off to King's Landing despite Cat's best efforts (were they, though?). Cat gets to stew in all this guilt for a while, and then...

Finally, the Wedding. Politics happen, Cat fights with her father about her betrothal to Ned along with Brynden 'Only Sane Tully' Blackfish, has a panic attack about her wedding night, cries all over her uncle, and asks him, in a fit of desperation to do at least One Thing Right, if, when he gets to King's Landing with the army, he'll try to save Princess Elia and the royal children. Then there's the wedding night, she introduces the idea of polygamy to Westeros (oops?), and ends up fucking pregnant because there isn't really a way to get out of it at this point.

She goes North to meet her new sister-wife Ashara, and then goes looking for Lyanna (honestly, I still haven't quite decided if I'm going with the standard Tower of Joy thing, or if I'm gonna go with the Green Hand's theory about Winterfell, but since it's another theory that I think is fun despite not thinking it's true, I'll probably go with Winterfell). Four pregnant women walk into a bar... Everyone has their babies with no one dying, because Cat actually brings a midwife or six with her, so this one almost counts as a success! Except little Targaryen-Stark baby (who we will henceforth call Geralt) has to go into hiding, and Lysa's bastard can't be known to be hers, and Cat had a girl instead of a boy! Oh, and then Princess Elia shows up with Rhaenys but not Aegon or Brynden. (Honestly, I am very seriously considering killing Brynden off here. Would make sense, him taking on the Mountain and all, but... I don't wanna...)

Baby Geralt goes with Elia north of the wall, and Arthur comes with his sister and the rest of them to King's Landing. Which is where the Politics start. Cat makes the mistake of getting involved by offering the King an excuse to kick Jaime out of the Kingsguard, and then she ends up defending Jaime's honour against Ned, which sticks an oar right in there just when the three of them were starting to build a relationship, and also attracts the attention of Tywin Lannister.

More stuff probably happens, but my notes for this part are a fucking mess, ngl -cries- Why do I like political intrigue so much? It's so hard to write! But, yeah, there needs to be some stuff with the Faith's reaction to the OT3 marriage, Oberyn finding out Elia's alive and the tangle of alliances and grudges that creates, possibly some stuff to do with the Tyrells and other loyalists, and also Cat probably getting too involved in helping Robert govern the Seven Kingdoms.

We end with a bunch of weddings; Tywin engages Jaime to Lysa as a way to drag Cat closer to their family, Robert of course marries Lyanna, which leaves Cersei with Stannis. (And Cat, of course, is still on the outs with Ned, and Ashara's caught in the middle.)

So literally no one except Robert goes home happy.

Then, I have another story planned that covers, primarily the Greyjoy Rebellion, but also the rest of the time before canon. Story starts with Cat, you know, doing everything in her power to prepare the North for the Long Night ('taters, precious), except then, whoops, she gets kidnapped by Iron Island pillagers, kills a man who's trying to rape her, commandeers a ship, survives the war by the skin of her teeth, goes to Pyke and convinces Robert to let the Iron Islands have a not-a-kingsmoot to decide the next Lord Paramount instead of leaving Greyjoy in charge.

Meanwhile, Ned thought she was dead and had a missed-opportunities style revelation that he wishes he hadn't left their relationship so strained after the whole Kingslayer thing, and they make up and talk things out, while Ashara just straight up kisses her as a welcome home. Cat detours to the Citadel on her way home to ask after that one Maester who knows magic stuff, because she's been in this racist sexist feudal hellscape for over a quarter of a century and she wants plumbing, damnit, and also gets the ball rolling on magical sunlamps (Generation-long night?! GRRM, there would be no survivors, wtf?!). Ned starts having wolf-dreams five or six years early, gets his own wolf companion, Cat maybe accidentally wakes up the Lion of Night, the Stark family ends up even bigger than in canon (nine kids instead of six, because I am a sucker for kidfic, okay), everything ends happily ever after.

Until the beginning of canon, anyway =D

(And then there's the AU where the extra Stark babies are all transmigrators as well; Obi-wan Kenobi, Tony Stark, and Frodo Baggins (or possibly Wei Wuxian, I haven't quite settled on that one 100% yes). But I don't have much more on this beyond a few funny snippets of the transmigrators recognising each other and doing a spider-man meme about it ^^")

Most of what I have written for this AU is actually a whole bunch of Canon Crossovers where, variously, Jaime Lannister, Tywin Lannister, the Six Canon Starks, Cat herself, or Ned Stark from the AU swap places with their canon counterpart and generally freak out a lot. (And the reverse, but that's less fun because Cat, of course, spots them at 200 paces and is there to explain shit.)

#a song of ice and fire #self insert #self insert x canon #transmigration #fix it au #does this need a read more? #I am honestly very self conscious about this one #it's id-fic to the highest degree #but it's also very dear to my heart #having gotten me through a very rough patch of my life #idk if I'm ever actually going to manage to write it out #but I'm constantly making more notes for it #and writing little scenes here or there #that will probably not end up in the actual fic #because I'm writing them all out of order #and changing shit all the time

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 89 - folding laundry

Oh yeah, prickly Jon is back! I love how he talks to Jude here right at the start of the episode.

What kind of jacket/coat do you think Jon was wearing - go! (I have a black and white, kitty-themed lolita style winter coat, with paws, a bell and cat ears! I like to imagine it's something like this! I think Georgie totally would wear a kitty coat!)

JUDE "Suppose it’s not really me, is it? Would you rather be a really stupid piece of firewood?" - First the lamb at the Butcher shop metaphor, now this. Jude is openly telling Jon she intends to hurt/possibly kill him. (And Jon's not having it xD)

This annoyed-teen voice really fits the character! But I hate it when people talk like that ^^''

JON "I’m sure the Forestry Commission were mortified. Why?" JUDE "… Stop that! And it was because Nikola Orsinov asked us to." - With Daisy in MAG 61 it was easy to miss but now it is very clearly visible Jon's doing something to people when he asks them…

JON "I have a god too, right?" JUDE "Is that another joke?" JON "N-No, I… I’m new to this. Everyone keeps calling me ‘Archivist”, like I’m special, and that… that I serve the Eye. Trying to kill me for it." - Oh god, I know, Jon has no one to ask about this stuff, but Jude really is not a good person for that job… He's like the new kid in a school and accidentally runs into one of the bullies and it will just end in Jon being shoved into his locker… (oh no, wait, that would be Breekon & Hope's thing xD Ok, let's say he gets his lunch money beat out of him by Jude?)

JUDE "Oh please, your god is nothing! The Eye, Beholding, Ceaseless Watcher, whatever you call it, that’s all it does, it watches and knows, sitting bulbous and comfortable in the ignorance of infinite knowledge." - I think it's satisfying that in the end the Eye gets to rule the apocalypse. Just you wait, Jude, and you'll see what "just watching" can do to you.

Uh, another of the Smirke'ian names gets revealed.

When talking about Elias killing Gertrude and doing everyone a favor with this and Elias clearly wanting Jon alive I think about how funny it is, that all the avatars act like they're this cool kids club, even if in different gangs, some closer, some not so much.

JON "So… so tell me the story of why you wanted Gertrude – AH – AAH!" [SOUND OF SIZZLING] JUDE "Try to compel me again, and I’ll burn it out your mouth." - Now she even openly says that Jon somehow compels her.

JON "Fine. Fine! Keep your damn secrets." - OMG, isn't there that Frodo-keep-your-secrets-meme of this episode somewhere??

JON "Recorded direct from subject, April 24th, 2017." - It's been more than 2 months since Leitner's death!

JUDE "But as I touched her face, she remained still, and instead my hand sank into it like softened candle wax." / "I probably don’t need to describe how much it hurt. It would be a long time before I was able to use the hand again." - Basically what awaits Jon in about 10 minutes.

You know what I also don't like about Jude (and this is, like the tone in her voice, just personal preference)? I HATE when people talk like that about god or gods or whatever! I mentioned this before, that I don't like cult structures in stories and rambling almost deliriously about their fascination. Reminded me very much of The Silt Verses here. (This is also probably the reason, why I can't get into TSV…)

JUDE "And so I ended it. For all the agony and pain on Gretchen’s face, she didn’t seem surprised when I doused myself in kerosene and set it alight." - Crossing over into full avatar-hood, choosing literal death.

JUDE "You have your god, as I have mine. Feed it, fearlessly and without hesitation, or it will feed on you." - This was actually a very helpful and practical information.

Lol, I love when stories can makes jokes about themselves XD Michael, which one??

Yay, I remembered to turn the volume down at the end. I remember listen to this putting away laundry and suddenly Jon screams into my ear…

As someone who thinks Jon deserves all of the cat-themed clothing I love picturing him in a coat like that.

For all Jude’s… horribleness she did give him some very useful advice, yeah.

I always have to turn the volume down at the end of this episode too, it’s so loud!

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #tma spoilers #mag 89 #lycanlovingvampyre #mod elian

[enygma0710]

Ten First Line Game

Ten first lines game!

Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have (ignore if you’ve been tagged)

Tagged by @fierypen37

Thank you friend, for the tag and it took me longer than I expected to get this together.

Tagging @jellybeanficwriter @libradoodle1 @mysticmyllee @thescarletgarden1990

No pressure to respond and ignore if you want lol

"It was a cacophony of boxes crashing that startled Rhaegar from his leisurely read of the newspaper. “What the hell was that?” - Once in a Lifetime

2. "The door to her quarters closed behind her with a silent swoosh. Walking towards her desk Michael unzipped her captain’s jacket. She sat down with an exhale, the weight of the past months weighing heavily on her shoulders." - Remember Me

3. "“Hey, I told you it goes over in the black truck!” Sal barked at the weaselly looking guy pushing the trolley of precariously stacked boxes. Sal shook his head. Good, smart help was hard to find these days in Kings Landing. - Darkest Knight :The Cat's Cradle

4. “Thanks,” Jon reached over to help the waitress with the precariously balanced tray that held their mugs of beer. Theon and Robb appeared behind her, both removing their coats. - The Art of Cuffing

5. "The garage door opened with a creak. Jon looked up to see Grey entered from the side door into Robb and Margaery’s living room." -Terror Created Me

6. "That will be two pints of best, one banger and mash, two butterbeers, and one steak and kidney pie." The table nodded in unison. Shoving the quill in her bun, Ginny left the table to place the order." - Edgedancer of Madness

7. "Jon turned off the television and leaned back against the leather couch with a long exhaled. “What the fuck did we just watch?” -Underwhelming is an Understatement

8. The earpiece in his right ear chirped three times, “Go ahead.”

“It’s two clicks to the northeast, you should be hitting the perimeter in a few minutes.”

Jon tapped his earpiece and motioned his team to continue. -As I Gaze into the Abyss

9. "It looked like a bomb exploded, unleashing a clutter of pink, red and regrettably her favorite color purple regurgitated on every surface of the diner she was currently sitting in. Daenerys rolled her eyes at the heart decorations and the cherubic grin of the naked cupid shooting arrows at unsuspecting patrons." - Can you stand the rain?

10. The bustling streets of Kings Landing were heavier with traffic than she anticipated. Daenerys had thought that after a major holiday the roads and walkways would be less crowded but it seemed that everyone and their mothers had descended into Kings Landing to kick off the holiday season. - Damn Secret Santa

Well i'll be damn, just realized I have 11 posted fics, lol. Also I probably included more than the first line....so yeah lol

Again thanks for the tag and if I tagged you, feel free to ignore. I always say if you survived the early days of Ao3 commenters or fandoms in general. Nothing really phases you anymore.

Back to lurking and to my WIPs I go....

#tag game #my fics #enygmas fics #jonerys #hinny #jon x daenerys #harry x ginny #michael burnham x ash tyler #Au fics #hp fanfic #ST discovery fanfic #shit i write when my life isn't chaotic

[robinrequiems]

hiii (cats here btw)

my hcs for steph + dami + jason

There's either a universe where Damian ends up shorter than Steph and get's terrorized for it like crazyyy OR he ends up tallest of the fam but ends up getting terrorized for being shorter than Jon

Steph and Damian spar in Selina's stilettoes for the sillies. Jason stole Talia's heels but couldn't spar because 1. they were boots therefore unfair 2. he tore them because big feet (his ass got BEAT)

Stephanie stole the crowbar that Damian gave Jason, spray painted it purple and regifted it to him. She also spray paints his guns purple but he don't care and still uses them sometimes hashtag slay gorliee

When it's steph's shark week Damian let's her keep alfred the cat as a stress ball and Jason (Attempts to) disappears because Steph has punching tendencies during her period and well. He's the punching bag. (she really doesn't its just funny to beat him uo)

Stephanie sometimes thinks of the daughter she gave away. Although she never even looked at her face, Damian sometimes gives her sketches of her hypothetical daughter doing silly girl things, just like her mom, whenever she's feeling too down.

ALL OF THEM HAVE CURLY HAIR but varying degrees- jason got them white boy curls yasss. Meanwhile Damian has wavy hair while Steph's hair are so damn spiky because she keeps combing them with a straight hair comb

OK THATS ALL I HAVE SORRYYYY

2) I feel like Jason gets back at stephanie by giving her a black mask bc they are the type to have such dark humor 😭

3) stephanie is such a menace during shark week istg

4) stephanie confides in Jason abt the loss of her kid, and Damian eavesdropped the first time .. so it led to him drawing. shocking stephanie at first ..

5)I swear stephanie so ruined the ends of her hair at one post by the brush and because she straightened it bc she used to be embarrassed abt her curly hair 😩

[crimsun-n-clover]

i get kin assigned characters constantly

“you remind me of crowley goodomens”

“you’re sooo like eddie strangerthings”

“has anyone ever told you that you remind them of jon magnusarchives?”

“you look like dream sandmancomics haha”

“southpark goth kid”

fuckin etc etc with anyone who’s a gay edgelord loser.

you wanna know who i REALLY relate to??

—zuul / vince clortho ghostbusters - evil demon dog muppet thing that’s really horny for sigourney weaver. breathes like it also has POTS and lives in a fridge sometimes. fucks around and finds out. inconvenienced? turns to stone.

—lego batman - loser but funny and deadpan enough for it to be passable. miserable and likes objectively bad music. fuckin bats. lives in the dark and is nocturnal. will adopt some random sad kid that crosses my path as my own and take them to sketchy places because hey, we’re here for a good fucking time kid.

—luke skywalker - gay hillbilly who befriends insane old people. too much like his father. just wants to drive around in his shitty little car and move out. pretty girl says something and he just goes okay that’s my purpose now. will steal shit if necessary. gets bored and overthrows the empire. will make deals at a bar with some rando criminal and suddenly whoops ride or die bestie

—samwise gamgee - so meow meow. so dyke. so hopelessly devoted. loves plants and some light drinking. holds serious fucking grudges. thinks the weird pretty little brunette is hot, snoops on him a little, suddenly is taking the ring to mordor because he knows too much. yeah sounds about right. not to get into his actual character or anything but DAMN that shit gets too real sometimes.

—daria mtvdaria - bitch with one friend. music nerd and total asshole, but in an autistic way. everyone around her either thinks she’s weird or almost admires her ability to just be so indifferent to social norms. parents push her in the wrong direction in an attempt to better her.

list to be continued.

now let me give some counter arguments.

—crowley goodomens - i may be a sunglasses indoors, all black wearing queer, who presents as any and all genders whenever, is kinda evil but in a campy disney villain way, raises bitchy kids, is very attached to their car, drives too fast, is a queen / velvet underground superfan, fucking WHATEVER. my polar opposite oldest best friend i was in love with hates my fucking guts. so SUCK IT. i WIN. and also i’m temporarily banned (self imposed, no one controls me but ME) from the velvet underground and queen because that shit gets too real when you’re gay and heartbroken. don’t fucking look at me right now man i can’t do this shit

—eddie strangerthings - really?? the cult of vecna??? temple of elemental evil is where it’s AT. he may have kiddos like me but he doesn’t LOVE THEM LIKE ME. i simply cannot see him taking sweet sweet lucas sinclair (who has done nothing wrong ever. in his entire life.) to waffle house. i do also have a rivalry with the basketball captain and therefore the whole team, but they only tried to hunt me down once and i intimidated them by chugging condiments. i play bass like a REAL sexy metalhead. and megadeth is better than metallica i don’t fucking CARE what you think. my battle jacket is way more kickass and i would love the smack the shit out of him for making dungeons and dragons “ohh!! that’s the stranger things game!!! the eddie game!!!!” and also people assume i’m talking about him when i bring up EVH. no. NO.

—jon magnusarchives - yeah okay maybe. skeptical asshole who’s that way to cope. you can’t explain it? i sure can. there’s something wrong with you. i’d at least like to think that i’m less of a dick and more sympathetic than him. also georgie is SO my type i would NOT be able to live with her as a fugitive like it’s nothing. rough exterior, cat loving and book nerd interior. but at least i’d be a hunt avatar. put fear into people the way i’ve felt it. the eye is kinda lame unless you’re an avatar and can just know shit. and when i find an author i like i immediately eat up everything they’ve ever written i don’t fucking care i love seeing common themes. also i would never talk shit about poetry it’s so fun

—dream sandmancomics - this one is mostly based on appearance and i haven’t finished the comics so like idk man but i feel like i’m better than him. just because.

#FUCK OFF TUMBLR

[foulbearobservation]

writer ask! 1 5 9 18 38 and 40

hi kei ily mwah

What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I'm a filthy little default font user. on docs I use arial, now that I've switched to scrivener the default is something like Sitka I think. I don't care abt fonts, sometimes I'll change it to smthn random to unstick my brain but I don't have specific Font Tastes

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

I'm actually not. a superstitious person when it comes to writing,,,,, either I will get words down on a page or I won't, it's a simple true/false situation y'know. I am needlessly pragmatic 😭

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

Yeah! also fun fact I'm the reason my friend Jon believes in ghosts as well, but that wasn't on purpose.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

oh ok this passage from to bleed 1: "The first thing Lilith does when she returns home is fall to her knees. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she grits out as Camila stands before her, worriedly stroking a hand through her hair. She is eight years old in her first confession all over again: Forgive me, Camila, for I have sinned. It has been too damn long since my last confession."

SO this was the result of me talking with my friend emily (hi emily!) abt how like. theologically horny it was that you had to kneel to confess and the whole like. inherent submission of kneeling in church in general. so I went thru the whole piece and added more horny kneeling and this moment in specific, the whole "forgive me camila" bit is what eventually led to the bdsm kneeling stuff for tb1. before I had cracked the code of horny catholicsm there was no horny stuff in to bleed. everyone say thank you emily.

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird?

Before I post anything on ao3, I read it out loud so I can make sure the flow is correct. Is it horrifying to read smut out loud when ur only audience is ur precious little cats? yes. does it help you make sure all ur dialogue actually sounds like people talking? extremely yes.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I've rly been into the love song of alfred j. prufrock recently, so here's a little piece of that

#thanks kei bestie

[undertheknightwing]

*slides in* Sup Fam, any fall headcanons for GarJon

You know I got headcanons for anything and everything! ✨️ it's a blessing and a curse really...

These aren't all GarJon focused, but are all fall/Halloween focused since I got more hcs that way

- The Kents go on a yearly fall hike + picnic as a family tradition someday in October and invited Gar one year because "you're a part of the family". Gar saw that day as one of the best of his life, he honestly thought of it as the most fun he had that year.

I like to hc that Clark is a bird guy, he knows a lot about them from research and watching, so that fact mixed with Gar's ability to be a walking nat geo wild, made them challenge each other to who could recognize the most birds on the hike. Clark won btw, Gar got too distracted with whatever nonsense Jon and Jordan got into.

And after that day, Gar was invited too almost every Kent Family adventure.. until he didn't need an invitation, of course. Once he's Garfield Kent, he didn’t need to be invited to his own family trip.

- Some day before Halloween Gar made it his mission to scare the shit out of Rachel, Tim, and Jordan since they're always calling him a softie, but knows he can't do it alone or just shapeshift into an animal since they'll know it's him so he gets in contact with someone to help. A very special someone.

So during the Smallville Halloween Hay Ride that takes a path along a lone back dirt road, a horse being rode by a man with a pumpkin head who breathes fire 'attacks' the hay ride and of course terrified everyone because it was too real to just be a Halloween prank and technically they'd be right. After everything is said and done, the headless horse man rides off and the hay ride returns, the kids go to tell the adults what happened only to find Gar waiting for them with a shit-eating grin on his face. They quickly realized the whole thing was Gar's plan to get back at them.

After he confirms he was the horse, they ask who the guy was and the pumpkin headed man seemingly appears out of no where then removes the pumpkin to reveal: Jon-El, which definitely shocks everyone but also makes Jon (who was in on everything, but wasn't aware Gar was working with someone) just a tiny.. wee bit.. jealous.

- The kids first Halloween together wasn't as spooky and slightly revenge filled as that one, it was just a good ol fashion trick or treat night. Jon was his own version of Fred Jones, Jordan was Sam Winchester, Rachel was a space themed witch to match the nickname Kory gave her, and Gar was an actual werewolf like monster. Gar got a lot of candy for how "realistic" his costume was.

The amount of times Jon said "Alright gang" that night was crazy.

- Gar carves a paw paint shape into his pumpkin while Jon carves a classic cartoon-y alien head into his and both think it's funny that their neighbors have no idea how accurate those two things are when they see the pumpkins set on the front porch.

- Gar's favorite movie to watch during Halloween is Coraline, but that's as creepy as it can get for him. Jon doesn't have any issues with horror movies, though he does think sci-fi/alien themed horror movies are dumb.. hm, I wonder why.

- Gar bakes the best damn cookies you will ever taste and that fact goes for all holidays, but his frosted Halloween ones seem to be a favorite.

- For some reason, he has no idea why, Jon is freaked out by scarecrows so cornmazes are not a go-to Halloween thing. And neither him nor Gar like to be trapped in small spaces or feel lost so that just adds to the no-go of cornmazes. That doesn't stop the crop circle jokes though.

- Until they had their own kids, Gar and Jon would dress up Krypto and walk around the neighborhood with her during Halloween night. The neighbors were very impressed they one, somehow dressed up a cat and two, trained her to only walk alongside them. Krypto in fact wasn't trained, she just does that. Occasionally she'll chase after a leaf.

- Speaking of their kids: because their son was born in October and is technically a vampire, Gar and Jon dressed Pax up in a bat onesie for his official first Halloween. The neighbors thought it was adorable and pointed out how cute his tiny fake fangs were, which made GarJon chuckle nervously since Pax's fangs aren't fake and how the hell are they gonna explain that in November.

#garjon #headcanons #cods.talkin

[jeremy-ken-anderson]

My takeaway from the revival of Jon Arbuckle’s dance scene as a meme is that...Jon did have the moves. Like, the dancing he does there is legitimately good dancing.

So one of two things is true, or maybe both are:

If Jon’s a loser it’s because he gets wrapped up in himself and doesn’t pay any attention to what people around him want.

Also, Jon’s status as a perpetual loser is fundamentally unfair because the speed at which people decide to treat him like garbage is really fast. If I saw someone take center stage and then dance as well as Jon does in the meme I’d at least stick around to the end of the song.

The first half of things, you do get the sense that it’s his own damn fault. He gets the yes on “may I have this dance” and then literally leaves his dance partner behind, and once she joins him on the floor he uses her like a prop. He also bumps another couple and doesn’t apologize. Poor form, pal.

But the second half feels detached from that. I don’t get the impression of the way they treat him as being because of his poor social skills coming onto the dance floor. The framing seems to say that he’s being castigated by the community for really enjoying himself unabashedly on the dance floor. I totally respect a read of it where he’s an asshole when he first goes out there - something that’s pretty unambiguous - and everything from there on is community reaction to that bad behavior.

But honestly I think this has been a part of the character of Jon Arbuckle from almost the start. (Basically around when Garfield shifted to being made of a set of circles instead of being kind of a giant lumpy triangle shape.)

There’s always been this tension between the desire to justify Jon’s loser status, and attempting to make his loser status tragic. So sometimes he’s disliked for legitimate reasons - being a person who mistreats those around him - and other times he’s disliked for reasons that cast society itself as cruel - basically, this is whenever he’s treated as a huge loser for enjoying anything nonstandard.

There’s an ugly middle ground, where a lot of the jokes are clearly designed to invite we the readers to consider him a huge loser for liking nonstandard things. In this age of popularized D&D campaigns, these comics in particular have aged poorly. Cats continue to be cute, but liking socks that have penguin designs on them when you’re a man is no longer seen as a moral failure. Enjoyment of organizing? Maybe it’s not what you’d do with your own afternoon, but it’s rude to hate on someone else for liking harmless things.

Basically: If this is deviancy, the society it’s deviating from is fucking horrible.

I know discussions of Garfield and Jon have gone way farther afield than this. But I’ve seen a lot of Jon Dancing Meme recently and it encapsulates both a legitimate reason people would dislike him and then this tacked-on idea that really enjoying things with your whole being is somehow pathetic. I think that latter idea shouldn’t be allowed to fester there unchallenged. To quote an older lesson:

Let People Enjoy Things.

#jon arbuckle

[homeofjonicles]

The Jonicles - Entry 6

Note: This is the sixth entry of The Jonicles, hence why the date does not match when this is being posted. This was written back in May of this year before I started this blog, and there will be errors or developments in how this series was being written. Please enjoy (or don't enjoy) the sixth entry of The Jonicles!

It is currently the 5th of June, 2022 and the time is 12:07 am. It's Sunday, which means the day of reckoning is approaching swiftly. It is currently day #18 of my Jon Arbuckle hyperfixation.

I don't quite know how to start this entry. I really don't. The absurdities I have witnessed today are almost far too great to even properly articulate into words. Either all that Garfield Kart: Furious Racing gameplay full of me threatening to kill a fictional mouse has gotten me in a silly mood or I have finally lost it, because ladies, gentlemen and gentlefolk alike, I think I HAVE finally lost it.

There's this movie, this damned movie that until earlier yesterday I had not seen for a decade at least. A movie that until now, I had not thought of for years. A movie that features a familiar orange striped cat and his loveable ""loser"" of a cartoonist that until now, I hadn't realised held so many terrifying horrors within it.

This movie is known as "Garfield Gets Real", and I literally haven't seen it ever since I watched it that one time while eating pancakes with peanut butter on them when I was a small child. And boy is it fucking horrific.

It's animated in CGI, which means it's animated in the same style as The Garfield Show, which also means that I yet again have witnessed the return of the really weird looking Jon that I wholeheartedly believe belongs in a fever dream. This... This entire movie is a fever dream, except it's real. It's very, very, terrifyingly real.

When I rewatched it for the first time in years, I was pleasantly greeted with that fun and familiar scene of Garfield waking up and Jon energetically making breakfast and pulling off neat tricks like the absolute CHAD he is. It was nostalgic. It was nice. It was cool. Jon picked up Nermal and Arlene in his car and called them all "kids". Jon is just an absolute dilf-- I mean dad and I love that. But... something was off, and I could tell that from the way bubbles started floating out of Jon's exhaust pipe on his car.

In the background, I saw a horrific keyboard looking instrument with... incredibly unfitting eyes. They were just hobbling down the street like an anguished, pained creatue begging for death, pleading for freedom with those haunted, wide eyes of theirs. I had to take a double take because there's no way I just fucking saw that in a GARFIELD movie. But it was real. So terrifyingly real.

Then I witnessed a superhero who looks a little too close to Johnny Bravo for my liking almost get hanged by a telephone pole wire thing just being Jon said hello to him. Who is this man? Why is he here? Why does Jon just know this superhero guy flying around? Is he a local? Where's Lyman? Why is this superhero guy just there!?!?!?

And then Jon, Garfield, Odie, Arlene and Nermid drove to the comic place thing, and that's when I lost my fucking mind.

I immediately got a punch of buried, horrifying nostalgia right when I made eye contact with that fucking trashcan. The one with the weird chapped purple lips and frog-like behaviour. They just sit there, watching, staring, judging silently until they get their next meal or line. Chilling stuff.

The lunch lady and the rancid toxic waste she was creating next to her resonated a disgusting, weird familiarity with me as well, and I got hit with more nostalgic whiplash that I never knew I still possessed. The bear entertaining Jon and co. with his bizarre and oddly scary nose-blowing techniques was so familiar as well, I forgot what has happened yet I knew what he'd do next.

But there's this one character, this singular fucking character that never fails to make me either scream in confusion or burst into laughter just by looking at her.

Her name remains an enigma to me, as even though I just watched the first half of the movie yesterday, I completely forgot it as soon as it was said. And for that reason, she is only known to me as...

... Sythe Lady.

Why. The fuck. Does she look like that.

Look at her. LOOK AT HER. What... What IS she?? She looks human, I think, what's with that nose?? Why is she so elongated?? Why are her eyes just... There??? Why does she LOOK like that????

Listen. Her husband Walter looks just fine. I love Walter, all my homies love Walter. But Sythe Lady...

Something I really do not like about her is how her nose is just... It's flat. It's wobbly. Look at the image where she's in a side view and then look at the front view one. She's so scary. Her nose just wobbles around like a piece of paper, her hair looks less like hair and more like a mound of eggs nested around her weird sythe head... I think it's a head... Where does her brain go..? Is it nested in the eggs?? Is her hair her brain??? Why does she look like she eats through her nose!?!? Why the fuck is her nose so thin and papery yet her eyes are just two balls glued on the sides!?!?!? WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF ELDRITCH HORROR ARE YOU, WOMAN!?!?!?!?!?

... So I might have gone insane every time this woman was on screen. If I see this lady in my nightmares, please pray for me. Pray for Jon. I can't let her get to him in my brain, she cannot pass through the comic world to my subconscious, please. She's so scary what the fuck

This entry was quite different and I (unfortunately) didn't talk about Jon as much, but I just... I HAD to get this off my chest.

Last edited at 12:51 am. I'm gonna pass out wish me luck Jon

Note: That screenshot of Jon in a skii jacket is unrelated to this entry. It just happened to be the image I used in the original note file and I wanna keep the entries I'll be posting as accurate as possible to the original notes.

I swear, Garfield Gets Real is probably the most bizarre piece of official Garfield media I watched as a child. For a while I genuinely thought the movie was maybe just some bizarre fever dream I had, but no, it's real, just like Garfield's getting, and that means Sythe Lady (who's name I later realised was actually Bonita) is real too. She's so scary, even now. I am legitimately afraid of her. Also, Bonita's husband is actually named Wally, I just misheard his name as Walter and even now I still sometimes call him that. I'm bad with names.

Oh, and also! Fun fact about Garfield Gets Real that quite a few people know but it absolutely broke me when I learned about it: There's this part in the movie where Garfield and Odie go to these executives to pitch their comic back into syndication, and there's a standee of Garfield on a comic page. The comic strip they used for its texture is an edited strip where Jon recites a Pulp Fiction quote in which, Jon calls Garfield a motherfucker. It's real, the movie is on Youtube, you can easily find the scene if you look for it, I'm not kidding. This fact broke me and I was in hysterics for like half an hour, I could not get over it.

Cheers,

Your Local Jonnoisseur

Posted on the 21st of July, 2022 at 7:00 am.

#jonicles 6 #garfield gets real #i'm so fucking scared of her HELP #WHY DOES SHE LOOK LIKE A MOSQUITO #SHE LOOKS LIKE THE FUCKIN UHHH MOSQUITO FROM RAYMAN ORIGINS??? #BUT IF IT WAS A SYTHE??? #this whole movie was terrifying #i'm still not over the fucking frog trashbin

[girlwholovesturtles]

The Eye Opens

A name like that, I'm not sure how I feel about where this episode is going... last episode of the season, let's have it.

Where are they then? Scotland, apparently?

Did the hunters and Not-Sasha kill everyone in institute? That's rough buddy.

So they really are just hanging out in a little town in Scotland?

I don't trust the fact that you specified the tapes. Why did you do that Jon? What's on the tapes? Scratch that, don't listen to the tapes.

Wait, I saw memes about "good cows." I understand another meme!

Waht?! I misspelled that but I'm upset! Oh, this is a bad thing!

Jon, you need to try a little harder to fight this... or not, I guess.

Jonah, you are SUCH a tool.

Smirke really did ruin everything by getting other people involved in this garbage... apparently all of Smirke's rituals were innately flawed. Sounds about right.

Gertrude is, as ever, a scary bitch and I can't help but love and respect her for this... Wait, the Desolation killed her cat? They used to say Gertrude doesn't make jokes but I doubt that more and more.

Nah, no one quite like Gertrude, I think.

Hm... interesting. I can see this, I guess.

EXCUSE ME?! Jonah! Jonah, don't you DARE! God dammit.

Okay! I actually realized something like this ages ago! I don't know if I ever said it in a post but I remember thinking how interesting it was that the characters kept getting scares and marks and just in general kept changing through out the series and thinking about how this series probably wouldn't work as well if it was a visual medium. Because visual mediums are often so married to character models. I also remember thinking something to the effect of "all the fears are gonna take a stab at Jon before this series is over at this point," and I guess I was right?

Well damn. This sucks! Jon, hon, I'm so sad for you!

Jonah, you bastard! I hate you SO much! The worst! The absolute worst!

THAT'S why he hired Melanie? Pure evil, sir. Pure evil! That woman gouged her eyes out over this!

God dammit! I knew going to Jared was a DUMB idea! Jon! Why?! Lost two ribs and helped this man's evil plan become a reality. I love you Jon but early to mid season four you was an absolute fool.

Don't bring up Martin! Leave the man out of this!

Oh god, no! What's about to happen?

Okay then. That sure did happen!

Oh good, Martin is at least alive and with you for the end of the world.

Jon, buddy, you laughing there or crying? I guess it doesn't really matter, huh?

Well... just 40 more episodes. This can only end well, I'm sure. T_T

#the magnus archives #tma #live blogging #episode 160 #tma spoilers

[ariapmdeol]

I don't think I have to sign these anymore lol but still, 8:11 anon back once more

Yeah I noticed that S was canon, considering the start of the DLC implies such. I should have been patient, my bad.

Purple? Damn it genuinely looks blue. Easy mistake to make, thank you for clarifying. And noted on the ending conditions, it's all very interesting just how much matters.

Kanou even in death and specifically after threatening Atou, still wants to help out. RIP <3 and I figured something akin to that? My running theory was that he might have been a doll at that point or something of the sorts.

I'll finish what's currently in the playlist and then see about contacting you, thank you.

UTSUGI THE WET CAT THAT REALLY NEEDS THERAPY PLEASE THIS MAN. They all suck. All these men suck and that's why they're so incredibly good characters.

Oh, do you have links to those solved ciphers, if you don't mind? They sound fun!

And oh! I completely forgot about Seodore disappearing from the picture and seemingly his entire existence. I assume that has to do with the DLC start sequence, so I won't ask but am very intrigued.

All these changes are so incredibly cool. This game is awesome. I wish I had better words but it's just so goddamn good.

I'll also reply to the music answer as well: WEEEE glad my instinct was correct!

If I may, next one for consideration because I have Hajime and Utsugi brainrot: The Good In Me by Jon Bellion. Without thinking it over twice. Yes I am going insane over these characters I love gay tragedies where both parties really need help.

And!! I am so willing to shout about 8:11 once you start playing it. So good

I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WITH THE DLC!! the first scene of the dlc is actually one of my favorites in the whole game (oughghgh i understand whats going on there i explode).

I'll put the solved ciphers under the cut, though be warned that they won't make sense to you yet! These show up in DLC and the DLC 2020 credits, and i'll end with the ones from the artbook (alas no images for those bc we're not supposed to share artbook things publicly BUT i think the ciphers are fine).

YEAH. YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!! THIS GAME IS SO GOOD. every single detail is planned out in INCREDIBLE DETAIL, there's foreshadowing for things that only show up in Interlude as early as chapter FOUR. I HIGHLY recommend a rewatch after catching up completely, as certain information completely changes the context and makes some documents stand out more sdakjdkaslj. this game is so good COE forever!!!!! like. the ending variations mean EVERYTHING YOU DO MATTERS, and makes it VERY difficult to get S root first try (the youtube TL showed this, but there is unique text if you get S root without getting any of the others first. Similarly, if you do S and then E root, there is bonus text (Which the youtube TL showed as well!)

ohh this is an interesting pick for hajime and utsugi! I think it's very neat :D im not as familiar with the lyrics for this one but i think its a cool choice! my personal hajime and utsugi picks are With a Billion Worldful of ᐸ3 - Mili and 神曲 - R sound design (THERES A REALLY PRETTY ANIMATIC FOR THIS ONE BUT IT'S DLC SPOILERS orz ILL SHARE WHEN YOU CATCH UP).

ciphers: some have screenshots, some don't! anything bolded was encrypted.

DLC record 4: (italics is red text)

This is a concept you shouldn't know. Dante sealed it away. What right do you have to access this place? If this information were to be disclosed, it would be unstoppable. I need to do this to the end. I hope that those who have inherited the Sephira factor share the same motive as I.

DLC 2020 Credits:

reference definition: earth execution name: line A target period: 1912-2019

the border says 'square circle'

Draft: God

ARTBOOK:

the image of the Lantern says 'Protagonist'

the image of a certain character and with a horrifically warped text box says (bold is one cipher, bold+italics was in a diff cipher, normal text was displayed normally):

Unhandled writing operation has occurred in record __. ‘saving data…’ Error: player character does not exist. 2019-05.

fukao why did you do this one in two different ciphers. FUKAO. EVERY OTHER CIPHER IS THE SAME ENCODING EXCEPT FOR THE 2019-05 FUKAO WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME (this last one stumped me for a long time. i learned a lot of random skills in order to study cell of empireo)

#aria rambles #aria answers #coe spoilers #erm. #gavi no clicky #i guess?? #i dont want gavi seeing my cipher solutions #until she gets there in her own playthrough o7 #anon #8:11 anon