#a clown i might add who in their own words

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

people with their fave's extra hours of dialogue and double the romance scenes claiming the char in question wasn't l*rian's writers' pet... I can't this is a stupid fucking hill to die on and that is objectively provable there is a reddit thread where someone literally did the maths. You are just wrong and you need to shut up.

#tbd #(1) one character in bg3 got more romance content than eeeeveryone else by a pretty vast margin #a clown who works at l*rian literally admitted to the blatant favouritism what more do you need #a clown i might add who in their own words #was the narrative design LEAD who worked with individual character writers to plan and develop storylines :^) #and magically only had time for the (1) one character who you keep insisting isn't a writer's pet #as if writing all those extra interactions wasn't giving more work to everyone down that pipeline during crunch lmfao #which is even more irresponsible #but soo many people at l*rian just let that happen lmfao #i love how it's like 'BUT THE STATS SAID' #it's only proving the fucking point my dude #the stats in both early access and full release said a certain couple of chars were the most popular to romance #meanwhile both those characters only got half the potentially romantic scenes the writers' pet did #(1) character got preferential writing over ALL the others for the durge romance like jesus christ #'more talked about than your fave' my god shut up you cretins #like shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down #you can get a seat at the table of people who have every right to bitch when l*rian writes in more romance scenes so it's six for EVERYONE. #and all those fucking extra wittle durge interactions #EXIST FOR EVERYONE ELSE #and now i go back to my hiatus bc this site is bad for my blood pressure #fandom wank #bg3 critical

[sp0o0kylights]

 armed your words with explosive devices and put the trigger on your tongue.

I never know if a kiss will kill me. 

It's a joke. 

Or at least, Eddie meant it as one. 

He was flicking his hand out with the intention of pretending to "push" the weight off Steve's shoulders, following a joke about how he looks like he's carrying the whole world on his back.

Beyond the general air of a frazzled single mother, Harrington had been down to clown. He'd laughed at Eddie's first few jokes, even made a poor attempt at making one back.

So it surprised both of them when Steve flinches back, hard, sucking in a noisy breath.

For a moment he holds it in and Eddie mimics him, hand frozen midair. 

They breathe out almost together as Eddie slowly lowers his hand.

"Steve." Eddie starts off, voice soft. 

Steve jams his hand in his hair, face flushing red. "Sorry man, jock reflexes."

He catches the second Steve forces a smile back on his face, the way his desperate attempt at tugging on his own hair changes into a move designed to fluff it up. A laugh makes its way out of Steve’s mouth and to his credit, it sounds natural. 

This, Eddie realizes with an abrupt clarity, is Steve caught wrong-footed in public. This is Steve being off and fixing it before he breaks down. 

It’s a good cover, excellent even, and if Eddie hadn’t been watching for the signs, if he hadn’t started looking closer and closer at Harrington after finding him drunk and bloody in Tina’s bathtub, he might have brushed it off. 

Thought of it as Steve being a jerk, a jock, a guy who didn’t want to touch the filth that was Eddie Munson and was now trying to hide it.The same way so many others did, because they’d learned the hard way that a pissed off dealer won’t sell you any drugs. 

Eddie could even see him spinning this as having an off day. Maybe Steve was sore, maybe he was annoyed, maybe he was six other million things that he’d lead you to believe. 

Worse than knowing that he’d have bought Steve’s cover though, is that Eddie recognizes this. 

Has seen it before. 

Or micro versions of it. 

In class, when Steve’s asked a question he doesn’t know. In the hallways when someone tells a joke about his parents. In the parking lot when those kids snap at him, rolling their eyes and throwing their hands around.

Even the one basketball game Eddie attended, during his ill-fated attempt at joining the yearbook club before he finally started Hellfire. 

There had been a moment where Tommy had briefly turned on Steve, got some of the other boys to snap and snarl at the King in the face of a bad score. 

Called him stupid. 

Spineless and gutless. 

(Steve hadn’t even been the captain, back then.

 They held him responsible anyway.)

Eddie had thought it well deserved--even funny at the time-- considering what made up a man like Steve Harrington. 

Get big movie star hair, combine with no parents, and add tons of money. Shaken and stirred with little bits of never-ending popularity and girls swooning left and right over him, and you got Hawkin High’s most popular guy.

 Good to buy you whatever you needed, with a famously sharp tongue that he used in place of his fists. 

Grant still had nightmares over some of the names Steve had nailed him with. 

He was the school’s most desired bachelor until Nancy Wheeler took him down, proved even kings could be cheated out of their kingdoms. 

(One of the teenagers at the famed Starcourt fire, a hero in the papers for saving half a dozen kids. The pictures the news still occasionally shows often pin up those pictures of Steve, wearing this exact smile. 

It’s the same one he’s wearing now, as Starcourt burns in the background of each and every photo..)

The realization comes with a flood of knowledge--that Steve knows how to hide his issues, that he’s had issues for far longer than whatever--or whoever--is beating him up. 

Longer than Eddie himself had caught onto too--and Eddie had prided himself on seeing through people’s bullshit. 

If he does what Steve wants, let’s this drop, Steve will go on acting like everything’s fine. 

Just like everyone else does.

Eddie can’t do that. Has never been able to do that. 

"We both know that's bullshit." Eddie says, and he knew calling it out would get a reaction, but he’s not expecting the sheer strength of it. 

How Steve looks like he’s taken a punch, mask breaking fast on his face to reveal the hurt underneath. 

"Don't--" He tries to start, tries to breathe again and Eddie's not sure what caused it, but he knows the beginning of a panic attack when he sees one. “Don’t, please--” 

It’s the please that gets Eddie, the word sounding bruised. Like it hurts Steve to say it, that he only uses it as a hail mary that it may somehow help ward off whatever is coming. 

Eddie fights not to put his arms around Steve.

Protect him from whatever the hell is happening. 

"Hey." Eddie says, softly but clearly. "I’m sorry. Tell me what I did and I won’t do it again.” 

They’re in the middle of the school parking lot and neither of them can afford to misstep here. Not in a town like Hawkins. Eddie has a choice to make--to sweep Steve to somewhere safer, or to give space, back off so the younger man can regain control of himself and pick this up later. 

Steve takes a shuddering breath, hugs himself and bows his head. 

Eddie wants to go to him, to touch and comfort, but instead just hovers ever so slightly closer. “I’m here.” He whispers, just loud enough for Steve to hear. 

Steve takes the moment he needs, and Eddie knows he can at least give him that. Shield him from any onlookers with his own body. Use himself as a distraction if anyone comes up. 

His cheeks are wet when Steve raises his head. He wipes his face, bites his lip. 

It takes far less time for him to return to normal than Eddie would have ever thought, but then Steve Harrington keeps surprising him. 

“Shit.” He says, voice in a sort of croak. He clears his throat once, harshly. “Sorry.”

“I set you off, this ones on me.” Eddie says, keeping his voice smooth and calm. “I don’t want to push you, but I need to know what I said to upset you, so I can prevent it from happening again as best I can.” 

Steve looks up for a moment, away from him. Eddie allows it, acknowledges the move as Steve gathers the strength to face whatever hurt him enough to send him spiraling. This isn’t an easy thing he’s asking, and they’re in the worst place to do it--a potential audience can appear at any time. 

Eddie doesn’t want to lose this thread, though. Knows instinctively, how important it is. 

“It’s stupid.” Steve’s struggling to sound more normal, but the real surprise is that he’s starting to manage it. “It’s so stupid, but it’s--the word.” 

Short-term memory recall isn’t exactly a talent of his, but Eddie’s had plenty of practice with D&D. He runs the conversation back, and there’s really only one option that makes any sense. He almost says it again, but catches himself.

Thinks quickly on his feet. 

“Adult male cow crap?” He says, and tries to make his tone a little light. This is a calculated risk, Steve may very well believe he’s being mocked or teased.

The younger man snorts a laugh and thankfully doesn’t appear to take offense. “Yeah.” He drawls out, a tinge of embarrassment flushing across his nose.

It’s fucking adorable, and Eddie has to bite his lip to keep interrupting, inappropriate thoughts at bay. 

“Nance--when we--” Steve huffs an annoyed sigh, arms having shifted long ago to more of a defensive cross, nails digging into his sleeves while he taps his foot, aggravated. “It’s fucking stupid man, but that word got tossed around.” 

“Got it.” Eddie nods his head. “It’s gone.” 

“You shouldn’t have to do that.” Steve says, and it's got an angry undertone to it. “I need to get over it anyway. It’s been long enough.” 

The anger, Eddie decides, is self directed. 

He cocks his head. “Do people tell you to do that a lot? To just get over it?” 

Steve finally looks at him and to his credit the guy’s managed to go from actively falling apart to merely appearing cold and annoyed, as if the redness in his face itself is trying to help hide his emotions. 

That hurt thing flickers in and out of his eyes though, covered by an edge of something else, something stubborn. 

Yet again, Eddie finds himself wondering if he’s found Steve’s limit. If this is when he finally gets pushed away and threatened over all the things that have been revealed to him. Steve hasn’t made that move yet, but Eddie thinks that's mostly because Eddie keeps catching him off guard. 

To be fair, his own reactions are, at times, catching him off guard. This defensiveness of Steve, the way he wants to go slam whoever has hurt the younger man into a wall, to try and make everything better for a guy he previously hated…

Eddie knows what’s gotten into him. It’s his own personality, combined with his own inner sense of someone lost and hurting. Someone who needs to be rescued. 

He just never expected to have it pointed at Harrington. 

“Maybe.” Steve admits finally. “Doesn’t mean they’re wrong though.” 

Eddie can’t help himself. It’s a puzzle in front of him, dangled in the form of Steve and his weird injuries. Steve and his odd reactions. 

Beautiful, gorgeous, straight Steve Harrington, who once pressed his cheek into Eddie’s hands and closed his eyes like he’d found a slice of heaven. 

“Why?” Eddie challenges. He’s still close. Close enough that they’re going to have to pretend to be fighting if anyone else starts making noise. Eddie’s lost track of time entirely, can’t recall what period this is. Where he’s even supposed to be.

Hell, he never even asked why Steve was here. 

Steve’s mouth opens and closes, like he had an answer but suddenly thought better of it. 

He’s still tapping his foot. 

“Why would they be wrong? ” And at first Eddie thinks Steve is turning the challenge back on him, until he clocks the confused crinkle in his forehead, right between his eyebrows. 

Like a dog who just wants to be a good boy, and doesn’t understand why he’s being shouted at. 

‘Eddie, for once in your fucking life, focus!’ He thinks furiously at himself. 

“Because it hurts you. Because all of us “get over” things in different ways, at different paces.” He makes the quotes with his fingers, putting on a fun voice just to try and make even a small smile appear on Steve’s face.

It works, and Eddie grins despite himself and the seriousness of the moment. 

“Doesn’t matter how stupid it is, Steve-O. Our brains don’t care.” He knocks on his own to make his point. 

“I guess.” Steve says, and it’s not an agreement but Eddie will take it. 

Will take anything Steve will give him, which just shows how badly he’s screwing himself.

Straight boys, even ones wrapped up in some kind of mystery and sprinkled with dozens of other things that catch Eddie’s attention like Steve’s his own personal brand of crack, typically don’t mean anything good for him.

This time, he just hopes it can mean something good for Steve.

Eddie might not know much, but he knows Steve deserves something good.

#steddie #hurt/comfort #angst #steve harrington #steve needs a hug #eddie munson #this is pre relationship #whumpverse #steve x eddie #pre S4 #or Alt s4 #this takes place like riiiight after s3 lol #0o0 fanfics #stranger things fanfiction

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

This is the part I wanted to write so badly - rescuing little Buggy from the sea. This is a long read! :)

Later all the three of you are standing down by the beach, a little raft is laying ashore, probably crafted by these two small human-like creatures. Buggy, brimming with enthusiasm, has packed a small bag containing provisions to sustain him during the upcoming days. His trusty knives, gleaming in the sunlight, are carefully secured within the bag. 

As you stand beside Buggy, a spectator to his departure, a mix of emotions swirl within you. Your gaze sweeps across the island, taking in its beauty and the endless expanse of the sea that stretches out before you. Last night and this morning, you experienced a profound sense of freedom in this place, not solely because of the solitude, but because of the unexpected companionship of these two outsider pirates who embraced you as one of their own. As you reflect upon the kindness shown to you by the clown pirate over the past 24 hours, a flicker of curiosity and adventure ignites within you. You recognize the allure of following in his footsteps, of embarking on a journey alongside someone who has extended their hand in friendship.

The decision weighs heavy on your mind, torn between the desire to stay and the pull to venture into the unknown.  “Buggy, may I come with you?”

His eyes widened as you say these words, he seemed to misunderstand you for a moment, stuttering “Coming with me…? Joining my crew?” You shake your head. “No, I need to be independent for a while. But I want to move on and get to the next island. And I lack the skills and power to make my own boat to get away from here..”

Buggy shows you a sly grin - “Of course you can come with me for a while. I think this can be a win-win. Until I have my body parts back anybody taller than 1,20 is welcome on board.” 

You chuckle and show him an appreciating smile. Gaimon just nods in agreement. He seems to be used to people coming and leaving his island so he feels no remorse or sadness for the two of you leaving at the same time. “I wish you both the best of luck, hopefully we will meet again someday and have some more wine!”

He hands you a little bag with food as well and you realize that after the storm and the hardships faced, you have been left with nothing but your own determination. Gratefully, you accept the offered bag, knowing that these rations will sustain you until you reach the next town, where you can stock up your supplies and acquire the necessary weapons for your continued travel.

Buggy unties the raft and jumps on it, you follow him carefully, holding on to your little bag. As you both slowly leave the shore you wave goodbye to the friendly moss-headed creature at the beach. You can't help but feel a sense of reassurance, knowing that Gaimon will be in good hands until the day you all cross paths once more.

Buggy has made the raft quite sturdy and it even has a small sail. You both do not need to row, since the wind is going into the right direction, pushing you both slowly away from the island. You feel that Buggys eyes are resting on you, he probably is pleased that he does not need to do this journey alone. You might have guessed his thoughts right because he is asking now “How well can you fight?” “I can defend myself.”, you say and you remember your martial arts education as a child and the sword lessons you had as a teenager. You are not the strongest fighter, but when push comes to shove, you always know how to defend yourself. “I am also good at running away!” you add and laugh. "Good. Until I am my full self again I depend on your help, Y/n. But I will reward you handsomely if you stay by my side.” 

“Letting me join you on this raft is reward enough. As I said, it would have taken me ages to make my own. And I just need to get to the next town. I am sure we will find your crew and your body parts before that.”

Buggy nods, seemingly pleased with your answer. He feels like a captain again, after losing his crew he at least has one subordinate now. 

As you decide to catch up on some sleep from last night and make yourself more comfortable on the little raft you suddenly realize a motion in the water, a rumbling like an earthquake. Abruptly, you jolt awake, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins, and your gaze fixates upon the agitated expanse of water before you.

“What is that?”, the clown pirate next to you asks, but before you can answer a huge sea king in the form of a lobster is exploding out of the water, reaching towards you two. “Buggy, hand me one of your knives!”, you shout panically, knowing you feel a bit helpless without a weapon. Buggy reaches for his coat, handing you the knife in a second, you await the lobster to come towards you and as he tries to reach for you with its crusher claw, you jump from the raft, knowing that you would need to protect this little flatboat at all cost. In a moment of confusion, the sea king hesitates, unsure of its next target. Seizing the opportunity, you unleash a punishing blow upon its hard shell from the side, asserting your presence with a display of strength. The sea king, enraged by the assault, redirects its attention towards you.

You start an underwater fight where you are definitely inferior, but with the help of the knives you still manage to make some critical hits. The lobster is big, but not strong so you are lucky this time. As you swim up to get some air, followed by the monster you manage to hit him with what you think is a final blow. A strong kick into his shelled face and another brutal attack with the knife, stabbing him between his tiny legs; and the sea king is unconscious swimming on the surface.  Emerging from the depths, you forcefully expel water from your mouth, gasping for air as you break through the surface. With a deep breath, you orient yourself, swiftly scanning the surroundings to locate Buggy and the raft nearby. 

He waves at you, seemingly pleased with your hard battle. 

“Good job, Y/n. That thing had no chance against us!” 

“You mean me..” you mumble to yourself as you swim towards Buggy. As you try to pull yourself out of the water you suddenly hear the familiar splashing noises of the lobster behind you, he wasn't unconscious as you had thought. “Buggy, watch out!” you shout, but the monster has already reached for the raft and in an attempt to rescue the boat the clown pirate jumps into the water, making the sea king follow him this time. You remember that Buggy had the powers of the devil fruit and couldn't swim, so you knew you had to be quick. 

You gather all your strength and go after the two, underwater you can see that the sea king is trying to squish Buggy in his claws. Furious you start another knife attack, blood mixes with water and your sight is blurred, but you can see it is enough that the monster is letting go of the clown pirate to aim its attack towards you again. You give the beast another blow and kick and you ram the knife with all your might into his left eye, there it gets stuck but seems to be finally fatal - the limbs of the monster go numb and he is slowly drifting up, finally unable to go after your or Buggy. 

You can see how Buggy is slowly sinking, unable to move. You immediately go after him, seeing his face in distress, the devil fruit hindering his ability to swim. With a few quick swim moves you are close to him, you grab his whole tiny body and you press it to your chest as you quickly swim up to the water surface. 

You both come up taking a deep breath, coughing and spitting water. You are holding his face over water, giving him air to breathe. Buggy's clown makeup looks just like before as if his face has never touched water and you realize for a moment what a handful he will be until he gets his body parts back. You can see his sly grin as you still have him pressed close to your chest, his hands resting on your cleavage. “What a wonderful way to be rescued!”, he declares and you, exhausted and frustrated already with this perverted captain, take him by the neck and throw him on the raft which has been fortunately not damaged at all. Exhausted you heave yourself up on the raft, rolling on your back, gasping for air. 

“Do you need mouth-to-mouth?” Buggy asks and you cannot tell if he is joking or serious. 

“I need a break you clown. I was so worried the raft would be gone. And this was just a small sea king. Who knows what else will await us…” 

“Don't worry, Y/N. I will soon get my full body back and then I will be the one protecting you.” 

You sit up looking at him startled. There is a softness in his voice right now as he says “Thank you for rescuing me.” 

You feel a sudden warmth in your belly, a feeling of deep connection and affection for this little clown. “No worries. Ima need to protect my captain!” you mumble and smile before you lay down again, resting from this furious battle. 

Hours pass by and you are able to continue your journey without any further interruptions. The weather is perfect - sunny and a light wind, it feels like a reward for the fierce battle from earlier when you set sail. Buggy says he can feel that his body parts are nearby, you wonder how this is even possible, but you decide that he might know best. “We might reach the island where I suspect my body parts this evening. Rest a bit more, Y/n, because I do not know what dangers will await us next…” 

You nod, taking your little bag and placing it under your head to sleep a bit more. You are trying to imagine what Buggy looks like as a “normal” human being with all his body parts, being tall and maybe even taller than you. With this handsome face and his charming eyes and his sly grin and his tendency to get you into trouble… You smile over this thought, slowly drifting into an afternoon nap.

#one piece #buggytheclown #one piece buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #nanowrimo #long fanfic #creative writing #long reads

[rabidferretnightmares]

Bloodstained Confessions [Vampire!Diavolo x GN!Reader]

A/N: This fic is inspired by @another-lost-mc's glorious work (aka their Vampire!Diavolo x GN!reader fic that they posted nearly a month ago), which you can enjoy here! I recommend giving it a read if you're suffering from absolute and irreversible vampire brainrot like me. If you don't, there is always a long list of other splendid works to check out and read~

My goldfish brain saw the words 'Vampire!Diavolo', 'MC in a cage' and the general theme of dark and messed up stuff happening and ran with it. This fic was supposed to be short (everything that I write turns out longer than I expected), a one-shot (hahahaha yeah at this point I have enough plot twists and ideas for this to write an entire novel... 'easy' is not part of my dictionary by any stretch of the imagination)... and released way later (thanks crippling anxiety), accompanied by some other drafts that I still need to finish. But as always, I severely clowned on myself. No surprises here.

I don't know if I will continue writing it, it depends on my brain and if anyone's interested...which I highly doubt since the fic is more focused on the politics and dynamics between the characters than the romance part. But I digress.

word count: 2.8k

cw: nsfw, angst?, dark content, stereotypical vampire behavior, predator/prey dynamics, gn!MC, MC has a vampire kink and Dia is lovin' it, humans being sold, mentions of dismemberment/dismembered limbs and the sale of such, proofread, I probably forgot some warnings sorry please tell me and I will add them!

The heavy fabric of his expensive black velvet cloak quietly rustled as Diavolo swiftly made his way down the dingy, dimly lit alleyway.

Smells and noises that were entirely unfamiliar to him occupied his senses.

Maybe it was because Barbatos made it a point to always keep the castle clean and pleasantly smelling - vampire noses were on the more sensitive side after all, and one well-placed foul smell could ruin ones mood for the entire day -  or the entire night. Or maybe it was because he was currently roaming certain parts of the capital.

'Slums' or 'peasant's purgatory' is what some of the vampire lords would certainly call it.

The streets were littered with garbage and he had already kicked several tin cans and other trash while walking.

But Diavolo didn't care. It was his curiosity that had brought him here, after all.

Past the less fortunate quarters and outskirts of the city, straight into the parts that were nowhere to be found on any map - Any map you could get legally, that is.

The vampire prince pulled his hood down to cover more of his face as he entered the black market.

Barbatos would be furious if he knew that Diavolo snuck out to see a human auction with his own eyes - The exact thing he had declared illegal the second his father had left for him to rule.

He was of the opinion that for his domain to flourish in the long term, the vampires needed to get a grip on their primal desires and establish a stable and healthy relationship with the humans - auctioning them like exotic animals for the highest bidder to do with as they please certainly wasn't going to help sway the humans to consider a serious potential allyship with the vampires.

Diavolo knew that he needed to be patient in order to achieve a future as he envisioned it. Humans might be rather dim-witted at times, as well as certainly not as long-living as vampires, but they had an excellent memory and the troublesome habit of holding onto grudges for generations. His work was definitely cut out for him.

Especially with a good portion of his subjects refusing to obey his new rules, which led to the auctions being continued illegally.

Regardless of how many men and resources the prince poured into locating and crushing these auctions, new ones kept popping up in the blink of an eye. It was a pest to deal with, to be quite frank.

No one seemed to be able to figure out who was the responsible mastermind behind all of it, so the illegal auctions kept coming back like weeds whose roots you just couldn't get out of the ground.

That was precisely why Diavolo went out of his way to see one for himself. He had never been to any when they were still legal - He was the crown prince, after all. His food was fetched by servants and served to him on a silver platter. He didn't need to move a muscle.

Accordingly, his interactions with humans had been limited up until this point. They had always been nothing more than prey to him - and a limited, but vital resource that needed to be managed as he got more involved in the politics and ruling of his domain in recent years.

Maybe that was why he didn't share the unwillingness of his people to let the auctions be a thing of the past. He had even heard of vampires who got completely enthralled by humans and decided to keep them around - some went so far as to start relationships with them or even took them as mates.

The entire concept seemed so very foreign to him.

Diavolo never had strong emotions for any of the humans that had been put before him. Neither did any of them smell particularly good to the point where he would consider conserving them and not sucking them dry immediately. Keeping humans around for the fun of it didn't seem very appealing to him either.

All the humans that he had ever encountered had been terrified and it was practically impossible to lead a genuine conversation with them.

And keeping a human, who was in a constant state of panic and unable to form proper sentences around didn't have much entertainment value - at least to him.

But then again, how much of a conversation would they actually be able to have or how much entertainment could a human really provide?

Considering that the entire species still hadn't managed to escape their use as a food resource for vampires and very easy prey on top of that (and it had been several millennia at this point) didn't really speak for them having overall high intelligence in his opinion.

Diavolo followed the commotion and was led to a rundown theater.

As he pushed the aging oak doors open and entered the building, the noise immediately doubled in volume and he could hear the auctioneer on the stage banging her gavel three times as she announced another sale, her deep voice booming.

The prince closed the door and his gaze wandered across the room.

Considering that the auctions were illegal and even the simple act of attending one without buying anything was penalized draconically, the theater was nearly bursting at the seams with how many people were inside. While he wasn't the only one wearing a cloak trying to disguise his identity, it appeared that the majority of attendees seemed to feel comfortable, if not downright safe at the auction.

Diavolo furrowed his brows, very much displeased with what he saw unfolding in front of him.

That just went to show that the rules and penalties, as well as their overall execution were still too lax. He really needed to step it up if he wanted the auctions to stop anytime soon.

As he scanned the crowd he noticed a couple of familiar faces.

... Interesting.

Several members of his court were present and made no attempt to disguise their identity. That was certainly something to remember for later. He didn't spot Mephistopheles among them, thankfully, but that was about the only positive thing he was able to take from his little excursion so far.

Pushing the thought of who in his court was or wasn't going behind his back attending illegal auctions and even potentially buying humans aside, he found his attention drawn towards the rows of cages on the right side of the room, right next to the stage.

Nobody payed any attention to him as he made his way towards the cages to take a look at the humans that were up for auction today.

And what he saw was... just sad for the lack of a better word.

The smell of urine and sweat made him nauseous.

None of the cages were cleaned and every human was filthy beyond belief, some were missing a limb or even several limbs, some were seemingly passed out in their cages. Diavolo suspected that the sellers didn't bother feeding them.

As for the missing limbs - he spotted a stall nearby that sold human parts.

Apparently it was a common practice for buyers to sell off parts of their humans to make some money back. Others bought humans and entirely dismembered them to sell everything, usually after all their blood had already been drunk.

Different strokes for different folks. The saying that there was always someone who was willing to pay for whatever the good was certainly true. Vampires of a certain character were known to decorate their houses with human parts...or whatever else they did with them.

Diavolo shook his head in abhorrence. It surely wasn't for him.

He saw a human head as well as three separate fingers make their way across the counter and decided to ignore the morbid sales and instead focus on the cages with humans inside of them.

How anyone in their right mind would want to pay any money for these was beyond him.

All of them seemed to be in terrible condition and the fear and anxiety really soured their blood.

It was like choosing to drink out of a dirty, broken goblet.

The obvious neglect towards the humans seemed so unnecessarily cruel and avoidable to him.

But then again, it just showed how desperate the vampires were, letting the hunters and sellers get away with cashing in astronomical amounts of money in exchange for humans that looked like they would drop dead any second either way.

The ends of Diavolo's mouth curled up in disgust and he was glad that the hood concealed his face.

He had seen enough for tonight. Time to get back to the castle and inevitably get lectured by Barbatos for his unannounced and risky excursion, as well as ponder how to deal with the members of his court whom he had seen at the auction today.

Diavolo spun around with the intention to leave the theater, but stopped mid-motion, his nostrils flaring.

His nose had picked up a smell that was completely out of place.

It was barely noticeable in between the overwhelming stench of urine, sweat and fear, so much so that he thought he imagined it at first.

But he took another whiff and still smelled it.

Now curious, the prince followed the scent in order to locate it.

He ended up in front of a cage at the far end of the second row.

A human was huddled inside, eyeing him with big fearful eyes. They didn't look that much different from any other specimen of their race and weren't missing any limbs as far as he could tell.

And yet...

To confirm his suspicion, the knelt down to their height in order to inspect them intently.

"What's your name?" He made sure his fangs were visible when speaking.

"... MC."

To his surprise, the human actually answered. Although their voice was nearly inaudible in the midst of all the noise around them.

MC was staring at his fangs, transfixed.

The vampire prince nearly let out an amused laugh as he smelled it, now stronger than before.

Instead the corners of Diavolo's lips curled up to form an ironic smile when his nose caught the obvious scent of arousal floating in the air, coming from the human in front of him.

What a foolish little human.

Then he noticed the smell of their blood.

The ratio of arousal to fear was obviously off and it smelled way too sour for his liking, but the aroma nevertheless left his mouth watering.

It was delectable. He had never met any human with such irresistible blood.

Diavolo couldn't even imagine how absolutely delicious it would smell once they had calmed down, much less actually taste.

He resisted the overwhelming urge to lick his lips. A part of him couldn't even comprehend what he was smelling. There was no possible way anyone's blood could smell this good. But his nose certainly proved him wrong.

MC stared at him like a deer caught in headlights, waiting for him to make a move.

On a whim, the prince decided that he would take that human home today, no matter the cost.

What was that one saying the he had heard not too long ago?

You should keep it if it sparks joy...?

Something along those lines.

Well, while he didn't buy MC at the auction and therefore didn't own them, that was a trivial concern and a quick fix for him.

The prince was sure that this human would be able to provide entertainment for him - hours of fun and entertainment, judging by the aroma of their blood and the hint of arousal that he was still able to detect in the stuffy air of the theater.

"You'll be able to enjoy yourself very much once you get situated in your new home, MC. I promise to personally see to that."

MC made a little questioning noise.

Diavolo didn't react and got up, walking towards the stall that was handling the payments and keys for the humans that were auctioned off, though not before remembering the number on the plaque that was nailed to the top right of MC's cage.

The vampire prince walked past several cages with howling and screeching humans. They were were occasionally silenced by bored-looking guards threateningly bashing wooden staffs adorned with metal spikes on both ends against the metal bars.

Diavolo approached the indifferent balding vampire who was in charge of transacting the monetary part of the sales and handing out the keys to the buyers, apparent by the giant key ring on his belt that looked like it weighed about the same as a fully grown rhino - just judging by the sheer amount of keys that were on it.

The man didn't even look at him.

"What number?", he asked wholly unenthusiastically.

"Cage Number 68.", Diavolo immediately replied.

Well, that was easier than he expected.

The man didn't bother to answer and instead lifted up the key ring on his waist, listlessly flipping through the cluster of keys.

Suddenly, he stopped and furrowed his brows.

Swiftly pulling out a list from under his table, his index finger traced his way down on the paper until he found what he was looking for.

"Cage 68 is already sold and the new owner already payed and claimed the key. What do think you're doing, trying to steal someone else's property?"

Diavolo's mind started reeling.

MC was already sold?

That meant that their buyer could have already picked them up and disappeared off into the night with them with every second he was wasting here.

He was running out of time.

The vampire in front of him let out a pathetic little squeak as Diavolo picked him up by the collar of his shirt and brought him closer.

"Do you even know who you are speaking to? I am not one to be refused and you do better remembering that, lest you plan on dying a particularly gruesome death in the near future.", he hissed, baring his fangs threateningly.

The man's eyes widened as he recognized the person in front of him.

"M-m-my apologies, your majesty! I didn't mean to offend you! H-here, take the spare key for Cage 68! My humblest apologies!" He scrambled to get the spare key off his key ring and offered it to Diavolo with trembling hands.

The vampire prince wordlessly took the key and dropped the man, who fell to the floor like a wet sack of potatoes.

Diavolo spun around and hurriedly made his way back to MC.

To his relief, he found them sitting in their cage just like he had left them.

The prince swiftly unlocked the cage, left the key in and grabbed their arm to pull them out.

"We'll be going, then."

MC let out a little surprised squeak and stumbled out of the cage as best they could - considering the shackles around their ankles and wrists it turned out to be a rather undignified and slow exploit.

Diavolo huffed impatiently and simply picked them up, walking towards the exit. Goodness gracious, this human urgently needed a decent bath.

People were staring, but he didn't particularly care.

MC didn't talk until they had left the theater and Diavolo walked down the deserted streets back towards the city center.

"Where are we going? Who are you?"

"Patience. You'll find out soon enough."

Right now he was trying to figure out how to deal with at least three different problems at once while trying to not bump into anything.

"I... uh... You don't need to carry me. I can walk on my own if you open the shackles around my ankles."

Diavolo stopped and looked down at the human in his arms.

"You're not wearing any footwear and the streets are littered with garbage. Do you know what a mess it would be if you started bleeding right now out in the open because you cut your foot?"

"You're right. I'm sorry, I hadn't considered that."

He simply shook his head and continued walking.

Diavolo was already having immense trouble keeping his composure. The sheer smell of their blood threatened to overwhelm him at this close proximity.

Added to that, he now needed to figure out how to justify to Barbatos that he got a human from an illegal auction (that he went to without permission one might add) and that he planned on keeping said human. Not to mention that at least one person now knew that he had been at said auction. But the other option - Breaking the cage with his bare hands and causing a scene in the process - wouldn't have been any better.

Either way, it would be absolutely disastrous if his attendance of the auction became public knowledge.

divider used can be found here

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[accio-victuuri]

CPN : Candies from Sunshine By My Side ( filming wrap ) ☀️

I may miss some minor candies but that’s just how it is cause people may interpret things differently. It’s just so nice to see new content from and XZ, and the fact that Sheng Yang is so cute! can’t wait to meet him!

some things already discussed previously:

night light fake rumor

same sun emoji used

disclaimer : everything below is cpn, speculation and interpretation that is very bjyx bias. if you’re not into that then please leave.

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I wanna start with ZZ’s general aura and disposition during the wrap, and how happy he was. It’s really nice to see him be among a group of people that seems to dote on him and that he can be comfortable with. You can probably see some double standard talk going around, that yes, during CQL wrap, he was also happy — however, in the last day, there were moments that they both looked sad. Also the airport photos of GG next day where his eyes were swollen — from crying probably. Add one of the CPNs that they both cried when the filming ended inside their car. So yeah. As much as I see him happy, it brings me back to the bittersweet ending of CQL. I won’t add any video/photo evidence of this anymore because it’s a well-known fandom CPN.

I also just remembered how much of a jiejie collector XZ is. LOL. If WYB collects geges, then XZ collects jiejies. That’s what I noticed with his interactions towards his co-star. I think she’s another jiejie who is now doting on XZ. 😂😂😂😂

Moving on to the other CPN clues, starting with some usual fandom symbols that we see. I love adding those to every post because it shows how consistent they are. for example the logo animation of XZS where GG talks about the Moon. like how many times did we make a CPN between them connected to the 🌙? these might be hard to spot for new turtles or those who aren’t into cpns.

sunflower, the legendary fan given by wyb, red heart, apple watch — need i say more? for the drawing, i’m not sure if ZZ made it but the wink did it for me cause he usually does that. i mean, even WYB’s black panther was winking. sooooo… The 10:05 is a given, but the 10:23 is a nice one cause we’ve been associating him to 23 ( Ai Zhan / Love Zhan ). I have also been thinking about this number because for XZS lantern festival game, they are giving away 23 desk calendars. so specific.

this imagery from the vlog compared to WYB’s single video is just so similar. the sunshine allowing plants to grown. whether that me be literal or metaphorical. how they view the world is so hopeful 🤍🤍🤍 and this is why they get along so well. there is really no way they wouldn’t be close, even if they didn’t end up playing WWX / LWJ. I believe that somehow, they would find their way to each other and still have the relationship we think they have. 🌱

and yes, we know that this was part of the filming process. at the start, XZ planted it and during the course of the shoot cared for it and watched it grow. but the similarity in their message to people and to the world. I can’t. this is some next level coincidence and connection.

The use of words that are same/similar to the captions of Hidden Blade’s weibo account is next. It’s one of those things that I think XZ is purposely fucking with us. It’s not like you can claim that he copies HB, because they do not own those captions on their posts. it’s just words. However clowns will know — what are the chances that he is using the same/similar? Mister eloquent himself who also has a team that does his videos. It all seems intentional.

• “plant your own sun” / and then HB is always putting suns on every 100 million they get in the box office. the intention in XZ’s words is like, do it yourself. like a person works hard to get their success. similar to what happened to HB, they have very little backing and it’s because the movie is actually good that it’s getting the recognition.

• 春回大地 the return of spring. It’s from a chinese idiom which means that spring returns to the earth. It is described that the severe cold has passed, and warmth and vitality have come to the world again.

• 逐光而行 follow the light / 与光同行 walk with the light.

there is also a cpn going around about the sound you can hear from the radio. I am the last person to verify things like this but can you hear wuming? 💀💀💀

but I think the correct explanation is, what it’s actually saying is “how do you rate it?” ( or something like that ) and because of the sound manipulation, you can sort of hear wuming. this is not the first time XZ puts things that he purposely wants us to mishear. lol.

that’s all for now. i am still waiting for an actual trailer from this drama + one & only so we can have proper FMVs of Sheng Yang and Chen Suo. The AU / Parallel world Yizhan pairing to rule them all 😂😂😂

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do #cpn talk

[jabberwockprince]

i think what i like the most about luxu is the vagueness of his character

not in the MoM sense of "hehehoho you CANT figure out who tf I am or what i'm up to", but like. you can see firsthand the consequences of luxu's actions throughout the entire saga, but you will never really get to know luxu the same way we might know sora or riku or ansem the wise or xehanort whoever

you just cant do that anymore. the only thing we can do is gleam a sense of a personality through his actions. and that checks out, i CAN understand how this guy has gone body-hopping for centuries or whatever, never getting caught by any of the other reincarnating/semi-immortal for whatever reason/recurring characters because he's so vague

like. look at braig/xigbar. sure, this one has a very strong personality, it's easy to tell this mf apart from the rest of the organization because of the way he gestures and words things. but everything about him is a red fucking flag that makes everyone in the fandom go "!!!!!!" because he's so very clearly imitating MoM's mannerisms. or at the very least, unconsciously inherited them. and this is taking into account the fact that braig/xigbar is luxu's most RECENT identity. if you look at the one that came before braig/luxu (at least that we know of, for now, who fucking knows with the upcoming games) then you get bragi, whose personality seems to stand somewhere between back cover luxu and kh3 braig/xigbar. like he's a bastard, but he absolutely plays it way cooler than braig/xigbar ever did, there is a MUTED aspect to him (and we can't even get into brain bc missing link is not out yet)

and you CAN argue that this muted aspect is entirely because of luxu not wanting to blow his cover. you can fucking argue ANYTHING you want abt this silly fucker. THATS MY WHOLE POINT. THIS GUY CAN BE ANYTHING YOU WANT BECAUSE OF THE LACK OF SOLID INFO ABOUT WHO HE IS. AS A PERSON IN THIS UNIVERSE

luxu can be a perfect ship of theseus, the perfect tragic immortal, the universe's silliest clown, all three at the same time, something else entirely, everything all at once. and the fact that people have their own LUXUSONAS / DESIGNS FOR HIM only adds to this. bc the concept of luxu is only ONE thing, and that is to be MoM's eyes and nothing else. the rest? you can make tf up, fill in the blanks however you like, bc there's rlly nothing else

the master of masters rlly sent ALL SIX of his own disciples to be sacrificial lambs to win an argument and it's the funniest and saddest shit possible, bc it cost the foretellers their entire town, their unions, their friendship and their lives. and then for luxu, it cost his entire sense of self

#kingdom hearts #luxu #this entire post was brought to you by : #me. bc i love luxu #and im thinking about how fun this character can be cause #no one here can possibly imagine how luxu sees. ANYTHING. friendships. time. the concept of death. etc. #bc none of those things apply to him normally in any way. not anymore #to me it makes sense for luxu to end up being as a caricature or approximation of MoM #bc its all luxu has. its all luxu has clinged onto all this time #square enix give this guy to me. i want to make him so deranged #the fact that everything about his behaviour can be just as fake as it could be real #and we just. wont know

[stevethehairington]

i saw ur post and now i need to know what are your tommy hc’s and do u have any that are stommy

ohoho i am GLAD you asked because DO I EVER!!!

*cracks knuckles* STRAP IN 'cause here we GO...

tommy hagan. tommy hagan is one of five children, and he is the only boy. he is also the middle child, with two older sisters and two younger sisters. there is also a pretty decently sized gap between him and his sisters too, so like if he's 16, his older sisters are like maybe 19 and 23 and his younger sisters are like 10 and 8. i like to think that tommy's mom had her first child when she was young, so maybe 18ish, and if i did my math correctly (which if i didn't just roll with it anyways LOL) she'd be roughly 33 when she has her fifth kid. that would make tommy 8 at this time, and i like to think that when tommy was roughly 9 or 10, his dad left his mom, leaving her to raise 5 children, two of which are young toddlers, on her own. i think to think that tommy's dad was cheating on his mom, and this other woman (who is probably in her mid to late 20's oop) got pregnant, and tommy's dad left to go be with her and help her raise that baby. as if this was his chance to sort of like reset, start over with a brand new family.

this, naturally, fucked tommy up.

growing up as the middle child in a large family meant he was already wanting for attention, and his father leaving him cemented his abandonment issues 100%.

this, of course, explains why tommy takes on the "class clown" kind of role at school. it explains why he's always doing something to try to get the attention on him. it's why he's always cracking jokes, even at the expense of others. it's why he desires that popularity so much and values it so greatly. it's why he is always chasing after whoever holds the most power and will boost his reputation the most too.

i also like to think that these factors add up to result in tommy having some sort of anger issues too. he's grown up holding in a lot of this anger because he doesn't really have outlets to release it at home, especially considering his home life is the reason for a lot of this anger. but! this anger doesn't manifest itself in the way one might expect it to in a teenage boy. tommy isn't a violent guy. not in the least. he's angry, sure, but he's not stomping around making it everyone's problem all the time, and he's not always looking to pick a fight, and he's certainly not beating up on freshman just because they looked at him wrong. i think his anger stems from very specific circumstances - i.e. circumstances in which his control is slipping. and while he doesn't resort to physical violence in these situations (aside from maybe the occasional shove here or there, because that's the most we ever see onscreen in a moment when he is genuinely upset and angry), he most certainly lashes out. verbally. he says MEAN shit. CUTTING shit. CRUEL shit, sometimes. he's friends with carol, who is the QUEEN of biting retorts and scathing remarks. his tongue has absolutely sharpened over the years. not to mention, growing up with all sisters means he's accustomed to the way girls fight - with their words. with vicious mind games and cruelty of the tongue if need be. so tommy KNOWS how to go for the jugular with his words, which, sometimes, is worse than a punch to the nose.

but anyways. that anger only comes out in certain situations, not all the time, and when it comes down to it, he really is just your run of the mill "all bark, no bite" kind of a bully.

when it comes to tommy and steve, boy oh boy do i have A Lot of thoughts on them too.

i like to think that tommy and steve have been friends since grade school. think like kindergarten, and they get seated next to each other because both of their last names start with H, and steve, already, is this very charismatic little kindergartener. he's a total sweetheart, loves to share his toys, is always smiling and has all the other kindergarteners trailing behind him like little ducklings already because they allllllll want to be his friend. he ALWAYS has people asking him to play with them at recess. so when one day steve walks up to tommy and asks him if he wants to play - that is steve choosing tommy. and god, does that feel FANTASTIC for tommy already. being chosen like that? it's everything to him. he, of course, says yes, and the rest is history, as they say.

tommy and steve become inseperable. they're best friends. they do everything together.

and as they start growing up, and steve starts growing into his looks and he starts getting good at things like school and sports and that garners him a lot of attention. he's got people fawning over him and flocking towards him, all vying for even a sliver of that attention. and tommy's jealous of that, a little, BUT he also knows that at the end of the day, it's tommy that gets steve's full attention. it's tommy that steve tells all his secrets to. it's tommy who knows steve inside out and is known by steve inside and out. it's tommy who gets to call himself steve's best friend. and, of course, tommy REVELS in that. it's the attention he has been chasing his whole entire life, and it feels like the whole SUN is shining down on him every time steve looks at him and like WHOLE GALAXIES are bursting in his chest every time steve talks to him.

these feelings and the fact that tommy never wants them to end means that tommy, naturally, feels a bit possessive over steve. what he fails to realize, though, is that this possessiveness is a little more deeply rooted than just wanting to keep steve's attention and his friendship.

he doesn't realize that until steve starts to look at girls.

until he starts to talk about them, talk to them. until he starts to take them out.

the first time tommy sees steve with a pretty girl on his arm, he gets this sick, curdled, twisting feeling in his gut. at first he thinks it's because he's jealous of steve. jealous that he has a date and tommy doesn't. but when steve comes back and tells tommy that it didn't work out, there is this feeling of sheer relief that floods through him. he doesn't really understand it at first, and definitely doesn't examine it too closely either, just sort of shoves it down deep and doesn't worry about it. but then steve finds another girl, and this time things DO go well, and, naturally, as steve's best friend, tommy becomes the person that steve tells everything to. he tells tommy all about the dates, all about the kisses he shares with these girls, all about when things go a little further... tommy listens, because of course he does, but the whole time he's thinking all these horrible thoughts about the girl and that ugly feeling is back knotting up his insides. and when steve tells tommy about losing his virginity - OH BOY. he goes into detail, because that's what teenage boys do, and tommy listens but he's sitting there with this whole STORM of emotions swirling through his head - the twisted need to know more, the urge to scream at steve to shut up, disgust because he doesn't want to think about steve with someone else, turned on because its steve talking about having sex, deep shame because hes forced to face the fact that he's wishing it was him with steve instead of that girl. this, perhaps, is even the first time tommy is like. FULLY faced with the true nature of his feelings, the ones he's been shoving away and ignoring this whole time.

all this to say that steve is tommy's gay awakening (not that he acknowledges that that's what it is until Y E A R S and Y E A R S later.; probably not until long after he and steve aren't talking, aren't friends, until long after the last time they've even seen each other.)

BUT. i think that also goes in reverse- i think that tommy was steve's biwakening (again, not that he realizes that's what it was until much later too).

my favorite stommy headcanon is that they were each other's first kiss. i actually wrote a whole fic about it, which you can find here. but, basically, what it boils down to, is the two of them are like fourteen, and they're having a sleepover, sharing the bed because they might be getting to the point where they're a little too old for that, but they're going to cling to it a little bit longer anyways. they're hiding under the covers, they've got the sheets pulled up over their head, lost in this little bubble they've created together. their heads are bent close, they can feel each other's laughter ghost against their lips, that's how close they are. and they're talking about it. about girls, about kissing. and tommy can't stop looking at steve's lips, can't stop thinking about kissing steve, not the pretty junior all the boys are obsessing over. and he gets so caught up in it that... that he just. he does it. he leans over and kisses steve. its a quick kiss, fleeting, barely even a real kiss at all. but it happened. tommy hagan kissed steve harrington. and steve is. he's quiet. shocked, probably. and that quiet gives tommy's head ALLLL the room and ALLLL the time to start panicking - because he knows boys aren't supposed to kiss other boys. they aren't supposed to even want that, let alone actually do it. and steve, who isn't reacting poorly at all because unbeknownst to tommy, steve is also reeling from the thought that he wanted it to happen too, that he liked it, he tries to say something to tommy about it, to tell him it's okay or something like that, but tommy cuts him off and the moment is shattered.

and they don't talk about it again.

and ANOTHER favorite stommy headcanon of mine that can either be something that happens as a result of this first kiss hc or can be something entirely separate, BUT i love the idea that tommy and steve fool around together and like don't think anything of it really. if this first kiss did happen, then it's several years later when the memory of it is (read: should be, but it's not, it's so not) long forgotten. if that first kiss didn't happen, then it's just a thing that starts. my favorite way of thinking it started with the two of them masturbating together. like, either it's one morning after a sleepover and y'know, teenage boys, they're gonna wake up with morning wood sometimes lol, and tommy notices and makes some joke about it and steve goes a little pink about it and tries to brush it off, but then tommy's like you can take care of it if you want. i don't mind. and steve's like... what like... like right here you mean? like right now? and tommy just shrugs and goes yeah sure whatever, it's just jerking off man. you do it, i do it. im not gonna judge. and steve's a little hesitant, but there's something in his gut that's telling him to do it. so he does. he stays under the blankets though, laid out on the floor. tommy flops onto his back on his bed, but he tilts his head so that he can see steve out of his peripherals, can see the rustle of the blanket as he works himself over beneath it. tommy doesn't touch himself the first time. but it happens again. and the next time it happens tommy does. he makes the excuse that he woke up like that too, and if steve's gonna do it then he is too because that's not fair if only one of them gets off. and it keeps happening like that, the two of them jerking off separately but together. until one day, maybe theyre watching a movie, and maybe it gets a little sexy, and tommy was already kind of wound up (maaaybe he and steve were swimming in steve's pool earlier and seeing so much of steve's skin all shiny and glistening... HOBOY. tommy's been on edge all day basically) and so tommy is sitting there and starts kind of squirming a little, and steve notices, of course he does, and so it's steve this time that makes the first jump, teases tommy about getting hot over the movie but then tells him he can. he can touch himself if he wants. and there's no blanket in sight this time. no shield. and fuck, tommy's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth - if steve harrington tells you you can jerk off in front of him, you don't tell him no, right. so tommy does. and of course, steve starts to touch himself too, blames it on the movie (even though it's not the movie, not at all, tommy's making these quiet, pinched off noises like he's trying not to but they're slipping out anyways and jesus christ.) and steve asks if its okay if he like takes his dick out, because its too confined, he can't get a good enough grip if he's trying to keep his pants fully on like that, and tommy's heart JUMPS into his throat and all he can do is nod. and he HEARS steve's zipper go down, but he forces himself to look forward, to not steal a glance at steve. that's- that would be too far right? he cant look. and that happens. and that keeps happening too. and, naturally, each time it happens it goes a step further. like all of the sudden they are looking at each other. and then one day steve's hand knocks tommy's out of the way and wraps around him and holyfuckingshit steve harrington is giving him a handjob. but the thing is they never talk about it. hey never actually address what is happening. it's like it never did. but it keeps happening and then suddenly tommy is touching steve too, and they're jerking each other off. and eventually that leads to blowjobs - which tommy still can't wrap his head around how that happened.

but they haven't kissed. they don't kiss. it's easy to brush handjobs and blowjobs off as just sex. physicality because they have needs that cannot be met otherwise. but kissing. kissing is a different sort of intimate. it's crossing that line in a way that cannot be uncrossed. so they don't do it.

until they do. except im thinking it only happens because theyre drunk. or high. it's an accident, really. only it's not. and that breaks another dam. but unlike the rest, they only do this when they're inebriated. they don't do it sober. sober makes it real. and neither one of them are ready to acknowledge that.

but then it stops. steve meets nancy wheeler. steve meets nancy wheeler and everything changes.

AHH omg. this post got VERY LONG. kdljfsdkfs. (also this is like. the most i've quasi-written in MONTHS so thank you for that, genuinely, that felt great sfjgfdsfdg). BUT YEAH. some of my personal tommy lore and some of my fave stommy hcs!!! if you want to read more of my tommy lore/stommy hcs in like actual writing form you can totally check out that first kiss fic i linked above or i have another stommy-adjacent fic which is a tommy pov -tommy-runs-into-steddie-at-their-high-school-reunion-and-has-feelings-about-it fic, which delves into some more stommy hcs i have and also my hc lore about tommy and carol! you can find that one here!

THANK YOU very very much for this ask and THANK YOU very much for reading all of this if you've made it to the bottom here!! i appreciate!!! and i looooove talking about tommy and stommy and tommy and carol so, as always, if you ever want to talk more or hear more of my lore/hcs literally always feel free to dm me or to send more asks or anything like that!! i love talking about it!!

#asks #eddielives1986 #tommy hagan #steve harrington #stommy #stranger things #mack writes #macks headcanons

[cvbullshit]

Heart to Heart (Unnamed AU)

It was dark, a gentle cold breeze flowed from no where yet deathly still and silent. The faint echo of voices could be heard but nothing more.

The human stands there, gripping a white chained necklace with a black heart attached to it, staring at the ground, one red eye visible from their bangs. They feel the familiar presence behind them, yet they do not bother to make contact.

"Your time is running out."

"I didn't ask. Who gave you the right to time me on this anyway?" They retort, letting go of their necklace, allowing it to hang down on their chest once more.

"Is that rhetorical?"

"Don't start playing around now." They snapped, not bothering to look back to the man.

"They do say the teenage phase is the hardest to handle."

The human falls silent for a moment and sighs, "You sent him, I know you did. Why?"

"Who? The Classic one? The Energetic One? The Positive one? Or do you perhaps mean the ones from your team? The Glitching one? The Mad One? Possibly the Hooded on-"

The human quickly turns around and glares at the man, "YOU KNOW WHICH ONE! That Shopkeeper! And... The clown." They snap, hesitating to mention the second one.

"Jester, dear child, clowns and jesters are two different things."

"Ugh, shut up." They say, crossing their arms, "Why did you send them?! You created this opportunity for me so why did you create things that actively get in my way?!"

"A very nice day we're having, aren't we?"

"Just spit it out!!" The human yelled, taking a step closer.

"...Because then there's no story."

"What are you talking about?" They say, exasperated already.

"I stopped my story for you, so that I got a chance at something interesting. A fight to see what will win! The brilliant one who dares push back on that of fate or the crumbling darkness that is in tune for the very path one must take."

The human went silent for a moment, angry at the vagueness but unable to find words to respond with.

"Your choices were never meant to matter, dear child. The one leading your fate had that say. Yet I went against my plans, my word for them. All for you. For a chance at something you could show me that I had not seen yet. A story worth letting go it's own path."

"...But it was never going by itself, was it?" They ask, simply, "Not with you around to control it."

"Perhaps so."

"...You act as if I'm not the first off track story that has been entertaining you." They add, glaring more.

"You would be correct. You have a sister in the works. She shares the same purpose as you, to make something new, something interesting, a story that expands what anyone had planned."

"...She is not my sister in any way." The human said, annoyed and done with this very un-enlightening conversation, "So don't talk as if you're our father! You're not my dad, you're some shit sent from hell!"

A face flashes in the dark, going back and forth between white and black, eyes narrowing at the human. The voices in the back getting louder.

"Nor are you my child, dear vessel."

There was never a man there.

A red glow comes from behind the human, they turn back to see the red cage with the floating red heart inside. Whispers come from it.

Yet the human refuses to listen, the other voices getting louder to the point where they might not even be able to hear the red words.

Louder yet louder.

Harder yet harder.

Darker yet darker.

"KRIS!" A sudden voice yelled in front of them as a snap was heard. Kris snapped out of it to look at the one who yelled, their eyes meeting with Murder. Back into the hideout they were. "Finally, jeez. Was actually starting to annoy me there. Hurry up, let's go, Error needs us to go to another place. We don't have all day!" Murder said, ending his annoyed tone with a more playful and chill one, walking off. Kris nodded, "Yes, of course." They said before looking to the lonely caged soul for a moment, then following behind Murder.

#random post #undertaleau #multiverse au #for fun #storytelling #part of a story #random bit #dusttale sans #dust sans #murder sans #deltarune au #kris dreemurr #deltarune kris #unnamed au #based on another au #extended on another au #idk why #i was bored ok

[apollos-boyfriend]

tbh the poor little baby crumb stuff seems like a natural end result of her persona? like yeah I’m sure it’s an act she’s putting on because making money from streaming relies on appealing to maladjusted people, but I don’t think you can blame people for buying it. when she’s talking about needing her hand held and needing to be escorted and getting lost and crying of course people are going to think she’s especially fragile.

i debated even answering this, because you clearly just want attention, but if you’re going to work at the circus you bet your ass i’m gonna treat you like the clown you are. if you send me another ask on this topic i will be blocking you, because you’re a horrible person and desperately need to learn empathy for others. i’m taking this as an opportunity to break down and clarify things in case anyone thinks even slightly like you, and possibly change their mind.

crumb’s persona has never been about being seen as a “poor little baby”. crumb’s persona has, mainly, been about positivity with a side of horror. and i’m talking about both its animations and its actual persona it shows to viewers. his animations speak for themselves, but personality-wise, he’s anything but weak and baby-like. you’ve just got your own issues with assuming every adult has to be pessimistic and that optimism is inherently childish. crumb being a cheerful person that preaches self-love and compassion isn’t baby-like. it’s what everyone should be, and i’d love for you to maybe take a page out of her book for once.

“when she’s talking about needing her hand held and needing to be escorted” crumb, when wearing his box, is essentially blind. all she can see is straight in front of her, no peripheral vision, no vision between her eyes. if crumb walked around alone, without holding someone’s hand, he would be a danger to everyone around him, including himself. not to mention there’s NOTHING wrong or childish about wanting to hold someone’s hand. just because someone likes/needs to hold hands with someone else doesn’t give you the excuse to treat them like a toddler. affection isn’t a childish thing. also, might i add, crumb is 17. their mom is extremely strict, and i doubt she would be letting them walk around without an adult to escort them. which is a COMPLETELY rational and understandable decision.

“getting lost” im sorry it got lost in a huge expo center it had never been to before??? something that only happened ONCE, might i add.

“crying” crumb was, essentially, stalked and harassed for three days straight. their boundaries were not just broken once, but continuously. they had no place to go to get away from the rabid fans, as said fans had found their fucking hotel and called them out for it when they were without their box. during her third day, she was forced to either skip out entirely and not be with her friends, or risk having her face revealed to hundreds of thousands of people because twitchcon did not allow her back in with her mask. it was misgendered by twitchcon staff, had its art stolen and sold, and overall suffered a weekend in hell. are you actually blaming them for breaking down and crying over things that would make grown adults lose it? are you this disconnected from reality?

crumb showing human emotions doesn’t give people the excuse to treat her like a toddler who’s never heard the word “fuck” before. it’s disgusting that you’d call a real person being vulnerable and open enough to disclose their struggles “acting like a baby”, when in reality, they’re emotionally and mentally stronger than you’ll ever be.

#muse talk #anon #neg #discourse #never contact me again. fuck off if you think this way. you’re not welcome here

[liauditore]

is there any voicaloid songs you think capture bigB pretty well‽

OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR ASKING... MY SAVIOUR I CAN FINALLY RAMBLE ABT MY STUPID PLAYLISTS. ANON I LOVE YOU.

so first off bouquet garni ofc . i did a whole drawing abt it so i won't go into detail here but yeah it's so him.

in general he's very inabakumori-coded imo but especially float play i mean just. i mean come on.

A pacifist till yesterday had dawned

and lost umbrella too. this specific remix i think adds kind of a chaoticness that suits last life bigb and his whole thing with cleo rlly well.

Leaving soon, pleading with you Right before the rain will soak me through They could still try to kill me while I have no view, and there’s nothing at all I can do Letting go never came, my hands stay dripping with rain Never gained a sense of things I had to face What I’d end up dropping someday

and lagtrain. cus it's lagtrain.

this is maybe getting a bit into unhinged headcanons territory but i really like associating Like a Dog with his relationship with Ren specifically (i mayhaps have Too Many thoughts about those two). I don't expect anyone else to see what I see but um yeah something about the passive aggression Bigb has towards him in Double Life, how they always end up together every season, something about how Ren will always drag Bigb into his murderous plans etc. etc.

deathly loneliness attacks tends to be either a bigb or a jimmy song depending on the day for me. specifically mercAU!bigb but i havent even drawn him yet so i cant rlly say anything.

that nameless kisaragi station song is another one i relate to my very obscure headcanons lmao but if you squint i think the clown to clown communication might get through a little bit?? 😭😭

something something the evo players having more awareness of the time loop than the others. plus his relationship with grian. idk if u see it u see it im not a cop.

I only wanted to go meet a friend tonight But it’s over now so good night

None can see me even if they try Where the hell am I? Doomed to never truly die I tried my best to keep you safe and sound But that wasn’t quite enough to stop it was it?

but yeah!! i hope at least one of these tickled ur brain??

i feel like with bigb there's like.. this distinct flavour of angst that's not quite edgy enough to be people allergy and not quite self-loathing enough to be nonsense speaker (although if your headcanons for him land more in that territory i highly recommend those songs).

there's like this specific flavour of dulled acceptance he has with his own shortcomings that i don't see talked about often. it's not like he doesn't care, he just goes with whatever happens to him like his opinion doesn't really matter and no one listens anyway so what's the point in trying to fight it. he's like the quiet middle child who doesn't 'cause trouble' so he gets overlooked as a result even if he's technically doing everything right lol

(and he's on the edge of snapping as a result. constantly. but he would never. like im gonna do something bad-- im gonna do something REALLY bad-- and then he never does)

and sometimes that ends in disaster (him and cleo) or bottled up resentment (him and ren) and other times it provides some much-needed stability (him and grian or pearl).

i think uh 'resigned' is a good word for it. yeah he's resigned to it all.

but yeah so uh i like bigb

#asks #liauditore is unhinged #watch me remember like five songs after i go to bed and have to edit this in the morning #bigbstatz #bigb

[sparklecinnamonbunny]

My Personal MTL OC Week 2023 Retrospective

*waves* Hey y’all, I thought I’d link to all the works I created this past week and provide a little commentary of my experience with them to cap things off. This is secretly more for me to look back on than for anyone to enjoy, but I might as well share it and see if I can’t start a trend. @pan-flute-skeleton talked shop with me a bit and inspired this idea, but I’d also love to hear other’s thoughts/experiences with this fandom event!

Day 1: OC X OC (X OC) — The Naked Dismissal I came out of the gate swinging by tackling a crossover piece by pairing Sunday with two characters that weren’t mine! I knew I wanted to write Sunday salivating after Caj, but the whole scenario didn’t come together until I was clowning around in Discord and curiouslyhigh and chordsykat egged me on to write Caj/Sunday/Teja since timelines don’t matter. This was a blast to write and I’m looking forward to going back and writing the Pornographer’s Cut. Thanks again to both of them for loaning me their fandom bicycles! Also, if you haven’t seen it already, Chordsy hit me with a gorgeous piece of retaliation art of the unlikely trio! Day 2: Best Friends or Rivals — A Matter of Perspective Ch. 1  “First Impressions”: I felt like I had this absurd momentum pretty much all week, and A Matter of Perspective showcases it. Spellbound begins in medias res, so I had a ton of room to explore things before Sunday meets Nathan. I intended to play up Sunday and Dick’s friendship with this one, while starting Ava off as competition, but then I thought of a cohesive theme for the whole piece and put Knubbler on the backburner.

This one also netted me a new OC, Envy, who we haven’t seen in the Spellbound ‘verse yet, but who I do get to show in the 80s kickin’ it with Azure Blue and SnB Pickles. Day 3: Style Swap — A Matter of Perspective Ch. 2  “Big Easy Barbie and the Price of Leather”: It’s a tie between this one and the canonically impossible threesome for my favorite work of the week. Ava Sunbeam was originally written to fill a stereotypical music show judge role I needed in Spellbound (and to parody a couple pop artists), but she’s grown a lot of nuance and her own arc. 

In addition to saccharine themes of understanding and kindness, it shines a light on some of Sunday and Ava’s red flags. Sunday’s POV forgives a lot of sins on her part. I had fun making them very obvious. There’s also some secret Ava lore that adds to the overall vibe of both parts.

Day 4: Canon X OC — Six Ways to Sunday I started this piece in April, intending to use it for MTL Rare Pair Month’s “What Could’ve Been” and “Canon X OC” prompts and got stuck a little over halfway through. I brought it back out for this thinking ‘Oh, I’ve just got to write the sex scene and edit, this should be easy,’ but I still struggled. I don’t like it and I don’t have a reason other than ‘this was stupidly hard to write’. 

Day 5: OC Fusion Canon X OC again — Spellbound Ch. 9, “Ultimatumklok” After the struggle I had with Six Ways to Sunday, I was kind to myself and finished up a chapter of Spellbound for Friday instead of learning a fusion dance. I’ve been super excited about this chapter (and the next couple to follow) for a while. This chapter manages to set things up and provide some warm n fuzzy payoff at the same time, all while sneaking in some sweet sweet lore dumps.  Day 6: Dethkids — What Goes Around Comes Around I intended this to be a punchline to the end of the SkwisDay smut. It got away from me so quick. Between Sunday and Skwisgaar’s feud and CEO and CFO having real talk, my plan of ‘goof-fueled crackfic’ went sideways. We did get back to madness at the end, though. I’ve added a couple one-shot ideas to further this AU to my WIP pile. Final Thoughts — I’m so thankful that I had the time and energy to participate! I put out over 18,000 words of Metalocalypse fanfic this week. I haven’t written this much in such a short time since my last NaNoWriMo! I’m especially proud of the fact that I put out five coherent stories (Sunday & Ava’s two go together, but can stand alone). I’ve always struggled with finishing WIPs once I start them. This shows me that I can finish what I start if I put my mind to it. :)

#MTLOCWeek2023 #cake thoughts #metalocalypse fanfic #spellbound

[adam-sadmon]

So as much as I love DBD and a lot of its killers I think one area where they near universally fall short is in the severity of their evil and subsequently their horror.

A lot, a LOT, of DBD's killers are somewhat sympathetic, and some are outright victims. You have the Hillbilly, abused and locked away his entire life by his own family, the Hag, a child abducted and eaten piece by piece by cannibals, the Artist who... Has terrible fucking lore I won't get into it, etc.

While I think a human touch can add a lot to a slasher in most of DBD's instances it only detracts from their menace. A good example of humanising a slasher I'd say is Leatherface from the original Texas Chainsaw. You get little glimpses into his head, how he fusses about frantically when he thinks someone might have escaped the house, head in his hands trying to collect himself, or how he cowers at the slightest provocation from the Chef. It's sympathetic, certainly, but moreso it grounds him in a realistic light that makes you feel, though he's not real, he COULD be real.

In DBD's case a lot of the humanising really is to excuse their path into the entity's realm, but the truth is is that in most instances I'd say DBD's most unapologetically evil killers are by far the most interesting, or at least the most captivating.

The Doctor, The Ghostface, the Clown, the Nurse, though not all terrifying when it comes to their actual gameplay conceptually, visually and thematically they're easily the most terrifying of the lot.

You need only look back at the man who started it all, Michael Myers (yes I know he isn't the first slasher ever but he's easily the one who popularised the genre shut up). In the first film he has no clear motive, no behaviour that can be tracked and reacted to, he's a shell, the host of which is pure evil. Then, as we should all know by now, every subsequent film tried explaining him away, giving him a motivation, a human element, and thus his entire appeal was gone.

I think when it comes to who I'd consider the perfect slasher it's undoubtedly in my mind Freddy Krueger. He's sadistic, he plays with his victims, when he kills people it is genuinely horrific and, as Robert Englund himself put it, there's something inherently wrong about even READING the words 'child killer'.

Honestly I feel like this is an inherent issue with the archives as a concept. The more you explain and solidify a slasher the less scary they become. Freddy was fine as a vengeful revenant of a man so evil in life he continued to linger on after death, I didn't need to know that he's the bastard son of a hundred maniacs or his dad is Alice Cooper...I mean that was cool but still.

#Dbd #Dead by daylight #Texas chainsaw massacre #Leatherface #a nightmare on elm street #Freddy Krueger #Horror #Slashers

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warning: A little bit of angst and sadness, female reader, One Piece based storyline mixed with my own weird creativity. This will be my personal Nanowrimo project I want to share with all of you. Hope you can enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

Content notes: Small buggy turning into big Buggy later during the story, love, romance, female reader who will experience a strong character development, SFW for now, might add NSFW later.

As the sun begins its descent, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape, you find yourself seated atop a hillside, accompanied by your two newfound companions. The peculiar creatures of the island surround you, their presence adding an air of enchantment to the scene. 

The delicious scent of grilled meat and vegetables wafts through the air, mingling with the gentle breeze that carries the essence of this tropical paradise. The combination of aromatic flavors and the soothing warmth of the surroundings washes over you, evoking a sense of peace and liberation that you haven't experienced in a long while.

In this moment, all worries and burdens seem to dissipate, replaced by a profound feeling of relaxation and freedom. 

Buggy and Gaimon extended their warmest efforts to make you feel at home in their intimate gathering. Both of them reflected a genuine admiration for your resilience in surviving such a treacherous storm, accompanied by the fact that you were a female pirate and a former member of the infamous Snowland crew. You spend the evening sharing your adventures with them and Buggy and Gaimon do the same - you quickly feel that you have a lot in common. 

In a gesture of camaraderie and celebration, Gaimon generously shared his homemade wine, a sweet and delicious beverage. As you savored each sip, you couldn't help but notice Buggy indulging in the wine with an eagerness that quickly led to his inebriation.

In this harmonious atmosphere, the three of you decided on a lively rendition of sea shanties, your voices entwining in a chorus that resonated across the island and probably scared the animals. 

Surrounded by the friendly creatures and lulled by the comforting effects of the wine, you gradually drift into a profound slumber, nestled closely to the crackling warmth of the fire. The world around you fades away as dreams take hold, filling your mind with a sense of tranquility and contentment. As you surrender to the depths of sleep, a gentle touch envelops you, likely the act of Buggy, who carefully drapes his long coat over your body. In this tender gesture, you feel a surge of emotion, touched by the thoughtfulness and concern that the clown pirate exhibits. He didn't seem to be the type to care much about others other than himself. You grab onto the coat a bit closer, carefully and silently so he wouldn't realize. 

For the first time in a while you find complete solace in your deep sleep. 

As you awake the next morning you can see Buggy and Gaimon laying almost on top of each other, entangled in a comical embrace, lying sprawled near the fire, their snores harmonizing with the gentle morning breeze. Gaimon's hand still clings to the empty wine glass, he probably also had one too many. Silently you get up, deciding to try to wash yourself while the two are still in deep slumber. 

One of the weird looking animals, half lion, half bird is already awake and you decide to ask it if there is a lake nearby. The animal seems to understand every human word and you are not questioning why, but just follow it as it seems to guide you through a thick forest. Just after a five minute walk, a serene lake unfolds before you, its surface shimmering under the gentle caress of the early morning sun. You smile at the animal, showing him that you appreciate his guidance.  Without hesitation you quickly get rid of all your clothes and take a dip into the water. It is cold but not too cold to shock you, it is exactly what you needed after a night next to the fire. You start swimming some rounds and start to dive deep, enjoying every moment of your morning bath and your freedom in the water.  

As you swim to the surface you suddenly hear a familiar voice, calling out your name. Startled, you turn your attention towards the lake shore, where Buggy stands, his cupped hands amplifying his words.

"Y/n, are you in trouble? Are you drowning?" Buggy's concerned voice echoes across the water, displaying genuine worry for your well-being.

Chuckling at the misunderstanding, you respond with a hint of amusement, ensuring your voice carries to the distant shore. "No need to worry, Buggy! I'm perfectly fine, just enjoying a refreshing bath!"

Buggy's curiosity piqued, he leans forward, his curiosity evident in his voice as he shouts back, "Are you... naked?"

Upon hearing his question, you can't help but roll your eyes, realizing the potential awkwardness of the situation. Maintaining a safe distance, you reply with a touch of playful sarcasm, wanting to spare both of you from any embarrassment. "Of course, Buggy. It's kind of hard to get clean with clothes on, don't you think?"

Buggy's response is a mixture of surprise and a mischievous grin, his interest clearly piqued by your unabashed honesty. Relief shows on his face and he shouts back “That's good. I was worried for a moment that you were drowning. Anyway, I will go back and sleep a bit more. Make sure to say goodbye later before I leave the island!” 

"Thank you for your concern, Buggy," you reply with genuine appreciation. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to bid you farewell before you depart from the island."

You wave with a splash, luckily Buggy turns around and goes back to the fireplace, giving you the chance to get out of the water and collect your clothes.

#one piece #buggytheclown #one piece buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #nanowrimo #long fanfic #creative writing

[talesofsonicasura]

Madness Reborn

Chapter 1: Dharma and Karma

This was a bitch to write thanks to Writer's block so it might be awkward at the end. I'm trying to add more worldbuilding as the story progresses since Hank and MK's worlds are drastically different.

By the way, this particular chapter gets gory so if you guys came for any fluff, then I'll put markers for any that wish to skip. Type of violence being dismemberment, decapitation, electrocution, bisection and such. Madness Combat is a violent especially with our protagonist Hank. Also, incoming trauma towards children! Enjoy.

*Crck!* Fragments of a fine white lotus shaped porcelain plate laid ominously on the pristine stone floor. Tortured agonizing screams and maliciously vengeful roars tore these cries of help asunder. A thick aura of hatred, torment, madness but also sorrow follows behind the fierce howls. Not one of a monster but that of a mortal.

A frighteningly familiar sensation that can only be felt by one single soul. To this person, there was one other being who once held a malevolence just as great. He had gotten a lot better since then but this soul barely had any good kharmic energy to match a candlelight.

Yet that very tiny candlelight held a chance to grow and have their dharma renew. That hope is enough for action to be taken. Start preparation for a small trip that needs to be done. If her dear monkey can have his soul saved, so too could this new foreign one.

"'I am Hank the Zhànshì, you ain't getting out of my…'/Seems my goggles and mask were taken by a squirt." It was surprisingly warm for a sunny day in the middle of Fall. Morning sun had barely broken the last sunrise remnants so most people weren't awake at this hour. The perfect time for a certain child and his giant guardian to get ready for the day ahead.

Childish laughter rang from one of the city's very few forested parks. MK was currently being held up in the air from the scruff of his shirt by Hank's tail. The assassin's goggles wrapped around the boy's head, his face mask around the child's neck. Without these two items the man's facial features were easier to see.

He had no nose, eyebrows or visible eyes. Just a huge cross on his face as the horizontal one furrowed similar to an amused person's eyebrows. The man didn't have a lower jaw but a dark grey prosthetic bearing two large fangs. Lipless upper jaw presented long razor sharp teeth for a horrid underbite. A sight made more terrifying from the long tongue which hung as Hank howled in amusement.

Well it wasn't really scary for the young boy since he impishly stuck his own tongue out. The cross for a face and floating hand were natural traits of Hank's species: Grunts or Crosslings. Both eyes alongside their mouths were just concealable. MK had seen the giant's eyes on quite a few occasions. Nearly sunken pitch black bearing ominous red slits for pupils.

For why he's so big is because Hank is a Magnified Grunt or MAG. Actually a failed one since his magnification got interrupted halfway through. Otherwise the man would've been around 7 ft at most. As for the metal jaw… "A psychopathic zombie clown eviscerated it from pummeling my head a few times." MK didn't really question that bit and took Hank's word for it.

"Now why did you snatch my goggles and face mask?" The question held an amused tone rather than what usually would be irritation for him. Another sign that MK dug himself a place in the assassin's heart: Stealing From Hank is a death sentence. He brutally killed his fair share of thieves dumb enough to try.

"They look cool so I thought about trying them on-ZHÀNSHÌ!" MK giggled uncontrollably when the assassin began licking his cheek. It wasn't the first time the man had done it. Since MAGs were closer to their animal instincts, grooming tendencies were an uncommon trait.

MK would often compare it to doggy kisses since Hank didn't have any lips. The man only stopped his licking when the kid gave him back both items. "Knew that work. Now come on, I can't get you a pair of goggles if you aren't with me at the store." He barely managed to put on the face mask before MK tackled him in excitement.

For someone barely even reaching his knees, the seven year old had some impressive strength. "Thank you bàba!" MK didn't notice the giant stiffen as his patchwork brain blue screens. He heard that word many times during his entire stay in this world so the failed MAG knew what it meant. Father.

Was…was he? 'Can I really think of myself as his bàba?' Even when MK fired a thousand questions about his new goggles while they headed over to the city's shopping district, Hank remains lost in thought. Too distracted to notice the feeling of being watched.

"What a fascinating addition to my collection. Glad I was able to snatch one of the last remaining three for such a good bargain!" Within a pitch black abyss, the silhouette of a single figure could be seen before the only light source. A fluorescent lamp that shone down on a stone statue of an enchanting fox. Its 10 tails all fanned out, sharp teeth in a vicious snarl and eyes sharp in rage. The unnerving lifelike visage of a cornered predator.

More light came pouring inside when the door to the room flew open. "Sir. I believe I found a very unique item for your collection." A photo was handed over to the shadowy person. The darkness kept many from seeing the malicious smile that etched itself on the stranger.

"How peculiar yet so intimidating! Those sharp spines, powerful claws and ferocious visage! A new species or a survivor of a near extinct one? Call an assembly now! This fantastical beast cannot slip through my fingers."

More lamps suddenly came to life one by one, each with a terrible truth. Hundreds of statues sitting atop their own pedestals. Rage, fear and even teary sorrow painted on every stone face. One empty pedestal held a picture depicting a bloody Hank standing in a street full of fresh corpses.

"Another bust!" The assassin could only pat his little ward on the head. Both of them had been searching for a place to get some goggles. A task proving harder than it should be as every store had an issue. Goggles were sold out, not in MK's size or there were no options to order any kind. Hank would have threatened the clerk like he usually does but he wasn't in Nevada and MK is there too.

Thus they lucked out from being target practice for the weapons he stole off that gang. Not like the dead pricks have any more use for them now. After the tenth shop, Hank believed a snack break was needed. He currently sat outside a sweet shop for his order of egg tarts, red bean buns and sweet egg buns while MK played on the store's small playground.

In Nevada a lot of things were very scarce to the point they're either nonexistent or overpriced to hell. Anything sugar related was just that since a desert covered wasteland isn't exactly a good place to farm, w/o bandits and Zeds. Hank's recently acquired funds would be enough to pay for the order and leave a nice tip.

The man's swaying tail came to a halt when someone sat down on his table adjacent from him. EVERYONE had given this particular spot a wideberth the moment Hank set off some killer intent. Only stopping so the waitress could take their order without issue.

He looked up to see the culprit being a human woman. Quite beautiful with neatly braided long raven hair, soft light peach porcelain skin, slim elegant figure draped in a simple pink dress covered in white lotus embroidery. Other than her closed eyes, Hank felt something was off with the woman.

A familiar otherworldly feeling that he got being around Jebus, Phobos, the Auditor and even damn Tricky the Clown. The fact he DIDN'T feel like hurting someone just solidifies it for Hank. She wasn't human but instead something closer to a god.

"I hope you don't mind me sitting here for a moment. You seemed awfully lonely so I thought of providing some company." Her voice so soft, light and soothing made Hank even more wary of her attentions. "Who are you really?"

The woman tilted her head a bit in curiosity at the miniscule killing intent from the assassin. Although it wasn't fully malicious in nature because of the child currently sliding down the plastic slide. "Just a mere curious soul. How are you doing today?"

Hank kept silent for a moment as if looking for any red flags. "Irritated." If it wasn't for this strange pacifying aura, he would be growling right now. To have something like violence engraved in your soul to suddenly be cut off from it felt WRONG for Hank.

Not even the MAG part of him could imagine causing harm . "Hey bàba! Look at what I can do!" Hank focused on MK who was now doing a handstand. The kid was slightly shaky but otherwise had great balance. His tail wagged pridefully at the sight much to the man's betrayal.

When Hank went to face the woman, she was already gone. Almost if the lady never existed if it weren't for the small note on the table and a pair of goggles… The headwear was a similar type as the assassin's but had sky blue lenses instead.

'I hope these shall greatly assist you and your child. Be wary though as more dangerous beings have taken notice of your peculiar nature. Mercy isn't something they shall give. It's best to tell the difference between a potential friend and foe.' Hank haphazardly pocketed the offending paper.

Cryptic gods were something he absolutely loathed as they liked to dance around the damn answer. Only clue he had on the lady's identity being the whole lotus motif. Maybe MK might have some answers. For now, he got the kid's goggles and a warning.

Night was quick to swallow up the day over Megapolis. Too fast for those more conscious of the dangers that prefer stirring trouble in total darkness. Hank and by proxy MK can easily agree with the sentiment. After they had enjoyed their snack break, it was about time to find a squatting spot for the night.

The earlier you are to an abandoned building, the less likely someone else would be living inside. It didn't help that they weren't having much luck either. Nearly every place in the area had eerie signs of someone still living there. Doesn't help that the occupied homes had no attics or basements they could slip inside.

As it looks now, MK and Hank will be sleeping outside tonight. The latter being more on edge about the prospect especially when that little note is still in his breast pocket. He could see and smell the signs of sabotage on every building.

It aggravated the man's animalistic maternal instincts when MK grips his hand tighter. The boy's new goggles sat neatly atop his head. Strangely the headwear was the perfect fit for the youth and felt completely comfortable to wear.

MK put on his new goggles in hopes that they give him some courage. It seemed to work as everything felt peaceful under a blue tinted view. Probably explains why Hank rarely takes his off except for bedtime or alone with his ward. Speaking of said grunt, he had finally stopped to check the city map he nabbed from a tourist stand.

"Hmm… there should be a camping store nearby. Probably get ourselves a tent or even a tarp if we're lucky." MK paid more attention to looking at the scenario with his goggles than Hank's mumbles. Right now they were in the industrial district which meant dumpsters and abandoned businesses would have all sorts of goodies to find.

Now the brunette never really saw anyone but Hank with his new goggles. Something that made his double take more reasonable when he saw someone else. It was an approaching human man with a gold aura around him intertwined by thick black smoke strands. Flairs that weren't there when MK didn't have the goggles on.

Almost if it could see… His heart dropped as blue tinted eyes saw the sheen of metal in the man's jacket sleeve. This man wants to hurt them. MK didn't know if it was the sinister smoke or the ornament butterfly knife sliding out the sleeve into an awaiting. But his right hand frantically dove towards Hank's pocket. He took whatever he pulled and… *BOOM*

*Warning! Incoming gore related violence.*

The assassin immediately went stiff from the brutal tempo of a very close gunshot. His eyes caught someone lying in a growing pool not too far from them. Part of the guy's head was gone and his new gun in a shaken MK's hands. It didn't take a genius to know what happened… Kid had gotten his first kill.

Things only grew worse once the dead man's associates came swarming out from everywhere. All human with every one brandishing weapons from swords, lances to even shock batons. A sight that flared a primal instinct within Hank. One he still wasn't used to: Protect.

MK found himself pressed securely against the giant's chest, the gun now absent from his small hands. Hank's black trenchcoat and floating hand blanketed the small boy from sight of the impending slaughter. The Failed MAG got on all three, his tail arched back like a scorpion as the pale spines on his body crackle in black electricity.

Hank took a deep breath then let out his killing intent in a bloodcurdling roar. The stillness of the night torn asunder by pure fury, hatred and malice. All unlucky to hear it were either paralyzed with fear or collapsed from the overwhelming ferocity. Even the district itself shook as every animal resident fled in sheer terror.

The duo's attackers were the unluckiest victims for whatever bravado and fighting spirit they had shattered. Realization that this particular target wasn't just a predator. No, the beast is something none of them could ever fight. They foolishly try to hunt wrath's incarnate, an Asura.

Every fighter went to turn tail, some dropping their weapons, most tripping on their feet and very few were able to turn around. A bad move for Hank viciously slammed his tail into the ground. The street shattered underneath his prey as black electricity carved out destruction.

Hank was on them in seconds for a bloke in the far back found sharp claws tearing their neck out. The sight enforced their fear of death as it seemed the giant had the power to teleport. In truth, it was something far greater: probability.

Some men manage to raise their weapons and stomach the fear. If they could at least hurt the beast then maybe there's a chance to survive. Even a sliver to capture their target as a more burly warrior swung his large battle-axe. An idea crushed literally under Hank's beartrap maw alongside the smuckerfuck's head.

The Grunt's long tongue licking up every bit of gold tinted crimson viscera on his face hurled that hope instead of just some blokes' dinner. Screams fill the night as Hank continues to paint the street red. Bullets through the heart or head were merciful compared to what happens by the beast's own hand.

Heads shredded by teeth, black electricity, boots or claws. Limbs ripped off like a doll in the hands of an angry child. The unluckiest prey found themselves bisected by hand or disemboweled by teeth. Grisly display of wrath that makes even a devil piss themselves.

Despite everything, none of that blood and gore reached the child held protectively by the 'asura'. Not a single drop when sharp teeth tore out a spine, pale spikes shred through the neck flesh, or electrically charged claws destroyed someone's rib cage. MK was shielded from the brutality and safely wept in Hank's chest.

Then something happened that made the small child still. It wasn't the fading screams of their attackers nor the heavy iron scent. Before the last thug went silent, Hank let out one last roar. "NO ONE MAKES MY BABY CRY AND WALKS AWAY ALIVE!"

*Gore ended.*

Baby… The giant who had been caring for him really thought of MK as his child. He had been on his own for so long that such a reality will always be a dream. An idea the boy craved whenever he saw children being happy with their families, blood or adopted. Something he had believed became impossible as no one would want a killer as their son. Even thought that his relationship with Hank would be nothing more than guardian and ward.

But it did come true. He really does have a family now. Something MK held onto as if fearing it would slip from his grasp. Hank enforced it because he never let go as the man looked for shelter. Even when he had finally sat down within a small temple deep in the woods and covered MK's small body with the bloodless side of jacket.

MK would soon drift to sleep from the soothing beat of Hank's heart as large arms cradle him protectively. For now, this family will rest peacefully before the statue of a woman that eerily looks like the person Hank met. Safe from the dangers that their actions will cause.

"Breaking News! A massacre consisting of 36 bodies have been found in the industrial district. Shockingly every single victim was immortal. Film production for a scene in the Monkey Cop reboot has been put on hold as officials attempt to find clues on Megapolis' vigilante dubbed The Asura. Only lead so far is the blood found in a small temple for the Goddess of Mercy, Guanyin. Strangely there was water under the statue's eye."

MK got his first kill so he's a bit messed up from it. Trust me when I say that him living on the streets was something he chose as the alternative is worse in his opinion. Hank isn't really one to express comfort in words but his actions. First kills are difficult for someone to process especially out of self defense.

And yes, it was Guanyin that Hank end up encountering. Guanyin is the Goddess of Mercy and a main character in Journey To The West as she was responsible for Sun Wukong's chance at redemption.

She is depicted as a deity who sees that every person has a chance to become enlightened in one of their incarnations. In one iteration where she was sent to the Underworld, Guanyin nearly turned all of Hell into a paradise from her good kharmic energy and King Yama, the one in charge of this realm, had to make her leave. Yeah, she practically devastated the Underworld with good vibes.

Guanyin is often depicted with a pacifying aura that practically neutralizes any chance of violence around her. Anyone, she is definitely going try and help Hank similar to Sun Wukong. For MK's goggles, to put it simply it has the ability to tell friend or foe amongst strangers.

Now for why Hank knew she was a deity in disguise, some of his enemies either had godlike powers or were some type of godly entity such as Jebus, Phobos and the Auditor.

He been on the receiving end when it comes to such things but also came in contact with a sacred artifact bearing the same power. As for the Asura, they are wrathful gods portrayed in various versions of religion including Buddhism. Sometimes they are depicted as a form Buddhas can become when their fury is summoned.

Trust me when I say that Hank and MK killing immortals is going to land them in a lot of trouble. Especially since the Collector hires immortal mercenaries more often than yaoguai. Just know that immortals are harder to kill that enchanted weapons are mostly required if one doesn't have any good alternatives such as magic.

Next chapter is the consequences and should be introduction of our two monkeys. Until next time folks, continue to thrive in the madness and I'll see you back in Megapolis. BTW, the scene with MK and Hank at the beginning is based on this.

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Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve? Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

[ Taken from this questionnaire, as of now - accepting more! ]

Thank you for an ask!

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

I will be doing this one for Sanya, the precious potato ex-guardsman.

I feel like a good case for a moment when he felt if not the most, than at the very least very uncomfortable was during that one time when he was pretending to be a fledging ship captain of a gala thrown to celebrate someone's ascension to the status of a Rogue Trader.

Stiff protocol, people who are clearly unhappy about him breathing their oxygen, odd etiquette demands and gnawing feeling that if not originally so, than now he is just here to be the class clown.

Also absolutely abhorrent series of interactions with the host left him very out of his element and now even tiny cupcakes in the buffet weren't able to help.

Thankfully Lacedrace quickly stole what she needed from the governors personal museum and they took their leave.

Not to add those were his first ever interactions with people so far removed from his own place in society and also his first time in year or more interacting with normal people and not his lovely group of weirdos, renegades and aggressive wildlife.

In conclusion, my man is kind of heart, dumb of ass and reverts to unga-bunga when faced with formal protocol.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Doing this for everyone's favourite, Shanakay.

Shanakay, when faced with criticism of literally anything about how will, first of all, tell offender to go and make passionate love to themselves. Secondly, she will go through grief and denial several times in a row. And then will viciously correct any actual or imaginary imperfections in her performance or actions or appearance or whatever.

In some occasions, however, she just might find critic, criticism or topic so below her attention she won't even react. Or maybe stab the offending party.

There is also rare "playful banter" possibility, but it haven't happened in a while.

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

Will do this one for An'Hangra, another fan favourite.

Now, as it was once said - through unimaginable violence nothing is impossible and she lives by these words.

If axe is not solving your problem - try a bigger axe. If bigger axe is not slowing your problem - try a different weapon. Id different weapon is not slowing is just means you are not using it vigorously enough. If even this fails - maybe you are the problem.

So, she is definitely somewhat flexible, but her different solutions are hardly different and in vast, vast majority of cases involve some form of swinging around sharp objects. To say that carnage and bloodshed won't solve an issues is a quitter's talk.

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[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Bookish Controversy: Alex Aster and Lightlark 

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I don't often express my opinion about bookish controversies, but I feel this time I want to add my two cents on it because the amount of "I heard" or "I read" comments is over the roof without actually checking evidence.

Now, I don't really care about Lightlark or Alex Aster, but some of the information spread, the bullying attitude this generation is using and the herd of sheep behaviour is absolutely embarrassing. It was supposed to be a good beginning to discuss privilege in publishing and educate an author, but it turned into a circus attracting clowns all around the world.

First of all, Lightlark has been advertised as this Acotar and Hunger games mix of a diverse ya book. Arc readers expressed over and over again that the promised diversity wasn't in it as heavily as it was advertised. Besides, according to those who actually READ it, whilst there are Acotar elements in it, the Hunger games aspect of it is so very mild that you can easily miss it. Therefore, did she lie? No. But she did mislead to cater to her audience. That's where the first controversy came in. 

Secondly, throughout her publishing journey, she had shared excerpts of the book, quotes and the like. Now, many arc readers said that they weren't in the book, but if you go to those BookTokers who are reliable, only a handful if you ask me, they will tell you that they were indeed in the book however not word for word or significantly changed. Also, regarding Arc copies, many times books are adjusted before the initial release date, therefore, even if they weren't in the arc copy they could be in the book. But even if they will not be, editors can take out parts if it's not right for the story line or is overused etc. So, once again, did she lie? No. But she did mislead. 

Thirdly, people are on and on about how privileged she is. Which she is, she never said she wasn't. She even talked about her parents' money and her sister's business. She was never a rags to riches person and never claimed to be. Struggling with publishing might mean something to us little people than someone who has connections and money behind them. It doesn't mean it's that easy for them.

Fourthly, she is good at marketing. People go on about how she lied (once again, she didn't, she mislead) which as a Business Management student I completely understand. Marketing is mostly about selling something with possibly misleading context. She simply used marketing in her own way. Also, whilst I don't condone bullying, these people have not been raised well I can tell you that already, but all this attention is giving her quite a nice profit because people are purchasing her book even if to just give their own opinion. So hey, good for her. 

Fifthly, people have been leaving Goodreads reviews on the book not only to bully the author but to make their sorry self feel better. This didn't only damage the book, but actually made Goodreads' authenticity drop. Now you don't even know whose review you can trust because at this point you don't even know who read it. So this self-governing bullying behaviour has to stop. 

Sixthly (is that even a word o.O), it is not new to get a movie deal before your book gets published. It literally only takes a second to google it, but let me be your google. Companies acquire the rights many times before the book comes out. It doesn't mean there will be a movie, simply that a company wants to have it in their backpocket if in case the book blows up. It is actually so freaking common so let's not pretend that she is in some unique situation because, once again, it's a common occurrence. 

Lastly, as I mentioned before, this whole thing has been blown out of proportion. People have too much time and need to get a life because whilst it started good conversations about privilege in publishing and should have been about educating an author who mislead her audience, it ended up being a circus with a herd of sheep running to leave reviews on Goodreads for no reason.

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