#also yes letting himself unmask a bit

[wu-does-art]

thinking about Nico adjusting to letting himself miss and long for the people he loves. based on these bits from the sun and the star:

" As Nico and Will followed the trogs, he thought about how much he missed Hazel. He was learning to make peace with that feeling. It was okay for him to miss people because that meant he wanted them around in his life. That idea was *very* new for him- he was used to either pushing people away or watching them recoil from his presence." *

" That was the most surreal thing of all... Was he happy? Nico wasn't very familiar with the sensation, but he couldn't deny that he felt wonderful in Will's presence. He even longed for the son of Apollo when they were apart. A funny thing had happened as the two grew closer: Nico suddenly understood all those cheesy, sappy love songs he'd always hated."

#its just. i like that they included that in the book yk. the fact that he prepared a certain distance between everyone #and thus isnt used to missing anyone #so its strange for him #this is probably set somewhere pre tsats just because i like to think it was one of the times he found himself missing and longing. #but it was one of the first times he actually allowed himself to feel that way. #took the feeling and held it instead of banishing it away #also yes letting himself unmask a bit #i like to think he just gets wayyy more expressive with his hands the more he heals #that and he unmasks more!!! more openly stimming!! more special interest rambles!! #just oughh. #anyways this was a huge comic to colour #big fuck you to tumblr who made posting soooo much harder #fuck u and ur updates tumblr #solangelo #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #nico di angelo #will solace #the sun and the star #trials of apollo #they borrow clothes from eachother its real in my head okay #nico canonally bought will a stupid shirt as a joke tho and i love that for them

[quinn-pop]

let’s do some autistic meta knight headcanons!! over explaining my interpretation of meta knight yet again wooooo

this orb has NO idea how to talk to people!!! outside of work anyway. a lot of this is partially due to upbringing (suppressing his emotions all the time) but he does not know how to express emotions, like…at all.

this goes into a few things

1. yeah talking is hard. even after figuring out what he wants to communicate he will struggle. conversation can be so overwhelming, especially under pressure. he will need time lol

2. because of that, forming connections is hard. i really don’t think meta is much for shallow relationships, and certainly not early in the timeline. which also means he has very little experience with friendship. so a lot of the relationships he did have went kinda neglected, and issues that probably could’ve been worked on by talking became…*cough romk* escalated.

3. honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if meta convinced himself he couldn’t feel emotion (anymore) until like. katam-ish. he tried very hard lol

vulnerability is terrifying. (though this gesture here is also just comforting, like his little cape cocoon thing he does.)

unmasking—yeah im taking the mask thing very literally here—is a big deal and a very slow process for mk. i’m sure he has a lot of feelings on that lol. it served as a way to ensure no one could ever, y’know, see him.

i can’t say i think he’d ever fully ditch it—there’s always gonna be some days that are more stressful than others and if having it could help him get through it, it just makes sense. mainly when working.

it really is about vulnerability. granted, i don’t think he has the most expressive face (in my head every astral just tends to stare at things) but i doubt he has much control over it. can’t fake a smile but also can’t hide it. probably blushes easy because yeah, astrals; just look at kirby’s face.

just the idea that someone might be able to read his expression and know what he’s feeling before he’s ready for them to (or even understands it himself…) yeah he doesn’t want that

but emotional turmoil aside, i think his mask also hides a lot of his stims

remember that whole “suppressing your feelings” thing? yeah turns out that ignoring half your instincts isn’t a good idea. so in true meta knight style, he tries to stim as subtly as possible

1. he has the least control over his wings, so they will flick and twitch on their own. they’re usually a good indicator of how he’s feeling, not unlike the body language usually seen in cat ears and tails lol. flapping is also an extension of this of course, though he probably suppresses it more.

2. this also effects when he takes his wings out. pretty much every time he’s excited or nervous it just happens. kinda makes me wonder if his wing cape ordeal might also go into the suppression thing… (i’d say yes, but using a cape is also very comforting so it’s not necessarily a bad thing)

3. going back to the mask thing; he stims a lot underneath it. think like biting or pursing your lips. he bites his tongue and clicks his mouth. that sort of thing. his mask also makes it harder to notice that he is constantly sighing, humming, grumbling…all that

one nice thing about the mask though is that it helps a little bit with lights!!! woo

(look at him and his magically floating glasses)

sensory stuff—i think he’s mostly bothered by light and sound. maybe a bit of texture. he’s pretty sensory avoidant and perfectly happy standing off to the side not touching anything.

the one exception to this is physical affection, which is, despite all of this, most of how he shows affection. it’s a lot easier to hug someone than to try to explain your feelings for them, after all.

i think he would like pressure though. so that’s probably part of it. and i’m pretty sure there’s some connection in here to fighting (dang, is that the only way he knows how to get his energy out?)

anyway, pretty much all of this is in contrast to kirby, who i would gladly nominate as the champion of Doing Whatever He Wants. he might pick up a few bad habits, but he will never mask the way meta knight does. he might not understand how he feels, but he’s in tune enough to express it…usually.

this is a very good thing for meta because it helps him to do the same thing. kirby’s so energetic, it’s hard to not want to stim with him. it reminds meta to be kinder to himself and explore his own emotions. he can also help kirby understand themselves, so this connection is very important.

yeah, at the end of the day, everything kinda just boils down to kirby and mk as parallels

this is the conclusion i promise

to me, meta’s arc is about growing stronger by growing kinder, and this is mostly by learning to be kind to himself. letting himself be a person again, loving and understanding other people, and eventually, letting go of all the expectations placed on him and doing the things he’s always wanted to do…

autism headcanons are fun for me because it’s cathartic to write, but at the same time, it just makes sense in this sort of narrative. meta is, to me, inseparable from these things. and so is kirby! that’s a dynamic that’s a lot of fun to play with, and it’s at the heart of my kirby interpretation.

if you actually read all this WOW thank you

#i almost considered not posting this on a wednesday but then i wrote everything and uhhh yeah i think i gotta so #happy cringe day wednesday #for as many notes as i have on these characters i really don’t talk about it much #but meta knight is a special case because i am terrible at subtlety and he wouldn’t be meta knight without it #so this is to contextualize some things #because of what ill have in the next few days haha #basically these are just things i consider when writing meta #but a lot of it is subtextual and i dont know how well it comes across #kirbyposting #kirby #meta knight #headcanons #autism headcanon #this is practically an essay lol oops #i have like 2/3 of a fic that explores most of this in a way i probably won’t do again #but we’ll see if i ever finish it #god kirby concepts are so fun to chew on #i overthink everything i make so much lol

[two-sibyls-tall]

I bullet-point planned out a batfam fanfic aWHILE ago but I am Bad At Writing full-fledged stories so I’m going to just throw it out in the open here in the hopes that ya’ll will appreciate it, and also that mayhaps someone else who is Good At Writing will find it and make it.

So. Here’s my take on a Reverse!Robins Dimensional Travel fic.

Damian:

Starts off with Robin!Damian seeing a black-robed uniform that’s awfully similar to the League of Assassins gear. Which is. Worrying. to see in Gotham.

Robin!Damian sneaks up on him to figure out wtf he’s doing.

Nightwing!Damian, aka the black-robed figure, calls him out. Possibly even makes an offhanded joke about how R!Damian shouldn’t be wearing bright ass colors if he didn’t want to be seen.

R!Damian catches sight of the Nightwing logo on N!Damian’s chest and proceeds to demand who he is

N!Damian recognizes R!Damin’s pattern of speech and essentially goes “oh fuck”. Reveals himself as Nightwing, aka Damian Wayne.

R!Damian immediately thinks of the Heretic. He calls for backup in code via comm link.

N!Damian is on the same comm channel, so he hears the responses to the code even if he doesn’t recognize the code itself. He’s semi-annoyed and starts running

R!Damian is IN PURSUIT.

N!Damian gets yoinked back to hid own dimension

R!Damian meets up with Nightwing!Dick and says something along the lines of “the assailant disappeared but who tf was that.”

Jason:

It’s a couple days later now.

Red Robin!Tim has already started working on a multiverse-type theory and let Red Hood!Jason know, so honestly RH!Jason isn’t terribly surprised when he comes across a vaguely familiar vigilante beating the shit out of a criminal in Crime Alley.

New vigilante introduces himself as Redbird

RH!Jason goes across comms to ask Tim how tf he should be handling this shit?

Redbird visibly freezes up when RR! does the classic “no names in the field” chastise

RH!Jason straight up asks Redbird if he can hear the comms bc who needs to be subtle.

When Redbird confirms, he just sorta sighs and gives a code to O. There’s a bit of yelling while the team processes the possibility of compromised comms.

It calms down again, and RR!Tim is like “okay the evidence is pretty clear here if you ask me,, Redbird I think you’re from another dimension. Do you recognize any of us?”

Redbird is like “well I’ve only actually caught one of your guys’s names so far, but yes I. Know. a Tim. He doesnt sound like you anymore, though”

RH!Jason is like ‘hmm we’re gonna put a pin in that one for now’

Meanwhile RR!Tim is talking to Redbird about going to the batcave and also maybe running some tests to figure out where they’re coming from and what’s going on here

Redbird shrugs and mentions that this whole situation sorta seems like what his brother was talking about a few seconds before he jumped dimensions.

“Is your brother Damian Wayne, aka Nightwing?”

“Fuck. Yeah, that’s him.”

At this point RH!Jason connects the dots an goes “ah shit, you’re me aren’t you.”

Redbird!Jason gives the most dramatic eye-roll possible and is like “bro we went from Redbird to Red Hood? That’s so lame. Why’d we even change it.”

RH!Jason just looks at him. “No dude we went from Robin to Red Hood. because we died.”

“NEWS TO ME???”

They've been heading to the batcave during this conversation

They walk in and RR!Tim's already there and he's like "Jason stop freaking out mini you this is clearly a different universe he might not even die."

Redbird!Jason is completely frozen staring at (unmasked) Tim and just kinda whispers "Tim?" And then he gets yoinked back to his universe.

Tim and Jason look at each other and Jason's like "so that's definitely not a good sign for what happened to you in their universe, right?"

Dick:

Nightwing!Dick is in the Batcave w/ most of the family discussing the dimension travel shit when he suddenly feels like he's being watched

He puts the meeting on pause and the feeling increases and he just looks straight up and sees golden eyes staring at him from the rafters

The other Batfamily members in attendance also look up and go what !! the fuck !!

NW!Dick knows about the whole 'Haly's circus being a theoretical breeding ground for the Court of Owls' thing bc I said so, so he already feels like he knows whats goin on

before anyone can say anything he just clears his throat and says "Gray Son?"

Batfamily freezes in shock and the small child w/ gold eyes just tilts his head in recognition and then jumps down from the rafters w/ no hesitation

He lands right next to NW!Dick and stands at attention, and Dick kinda feels sick bc Talon!Dick is like 8 years old

NW!Dick looks at the batfamily and makes some joke of like "haha looks like it’s my turn for the alternate dimension encounter"

RR!Tim is already taking notes

Bruce's put it all together and he's like "fuck. Little you is a Talon."

Cue the batfamily losing their shit again

Talon!DIck is looking between all of them confused, and he notices Damian just deadlock staring at him, and he's like Oh!! I know this one !!! so he stares back

RR!Tim is like "okay fantastic, well between Talon and Nightwing!Damian I think I can confidently guess by now that their dimension is one where all of our ages are reversed. Hey Talon do u wanna confirm that."

Talon is Very Helpful and nods, and Nightwing!Dick is like "alright buddy do you wanna tell us about ur dimension"

Except Talon doesnt really talk but !! he does sign!! his big sister cass has been teaching him sign !!

NW!Dick is like “thats great!! I know sign!!” and he starts relaying info to RR!Tim so he can take notes while Talon talks

Talon tells him that Tim From His Universe (and Dick isnt going to unpack yet why Tim’s namesign is a T drawn in the shape of a smile) has also put together that they’re going to a different universe

He says there was a case that the 4 nightshift batboys were on (girls were working a different case, Batman is offworld) w Oracle leading ofc that was selling alien technology

he says the 4 nightshift batboys were hit w a beam that didnt seem to do anything, but Tim of His Universe thinks that beam just had a slower affect and is what’s causing this

He says his big brother damian was the first to just randomly disappear mid mission and it gave Talon a scare bc they were together at the time, so he just froze and waited for damian to come back

and when Damian did, he immediately relayed what happened over comms, and a couple seconds later Redbird wasnt responding either

at this point RR!Tim interrupts and is like “are u saying urs all happened the same day? bc its been like a couple weeks since NW!Damian came here and several days since Redbird”

Talon just kinda shrugs and is like “well keep an eye out for Tim Of My Universe next bc he was hit too”

At this point NW!Tim is like “hey bud. why u. Why u using that name sign for Tim?”

Talon’s is about to respond when he gets yoinked back to his universe as well

Tim gives a mildly hysterical laugh and is like “well that’s not foreboding at all!!!”

Tim:

RR!Tim doesnt actually notice when JJ!Tim comes in this universe, bc at this point JJ!Tim has figured it out as well and is like “alright well the kid hasnt been jokerized so why traumatize him if I dont have to”

but unfortunately JJ!Tim IS spotted by a random passerby who mistakes him for the Joker so the whole batfamily’s out soon anyway looking for him

Hood finds JJ!Tim first and is like “alright i got eyes on him and im in pursuit,, hes kinda dressed weird tho wtf”

JJ!Tim hears this over comms and is like ‘welp now or never’ so he talks over the comms too (while running from Hood) and is like “hey I might be in the wrong universe, any way I could talk to one Tim Drake”

RR!Tim is like “Fuck dude really. rn? with a joker breakout? this is a bad time”

JJ!Tim responds w like “ur telling me, dude, Im the one being chased by a homicidal maniac w a red bucket on his head”

“YOU’RE THE GUY DRESSED LIKE THE JOKER?”

“THE JOKER IS STILL ALIVE HERE?”

JJ!Tim does NOT take this news well and he stops running, Hood catches up but doesnt engage bc ur telling me this is Tim?? this is RR?? tf happened?? but he does relay over comms that JJ is laughing and it is freaking him tf out bc he sounds EXACTLY like the Joker so SOMEONE get over here before Jason goes full Pit Rage

RR!Tim does arrive and immediately recognizes his own features despite the green hair and green eyes and bleached skin and Absolutely Terrifying Smile what the FUCK happened

JJ calms down just enough to be like “Oh I get it. This universe is age reversal so it also changed who the Joker got, too”

Hood looks like hes about to be sick, Tim’s not far behind

JJ’s like “great! well I’m Joker Junior, occasionally known as Tim Drake, and in my universe I was brainwashed by the Joker, then killed him and myself!! but apaprently the universe wasnt a fan of that because then I woke up in an UNMARKED GRAVE and wandered around for awhile, got dunked in a lazarus pit, and am overall having a terrible time”

At this point NW!Dick and Robin!Damian are here too and they’re like jfc dude

JJ looks down at his wrist like theres a watch there (there’s not) and is like “alright well according to my calculations, I shouldnt be here much longer, since most of my time was spent hiding & then running from ya’ll in order to NOT have this confrontation but look how well that worked out. Anyway u guys should kill the joker,, who knows if he might get inspiration from my universe and torture little timmy over there,, anyway ta ta” and then he fuckin disappears

Red Hood is like “yep ok im gonna go murder a clown” and no one really moves to go stop him

#In the words of one of my favorite ao3 tags #half of this is just #The Ancient and Mystical Art of Telling Canon to Get Fucked #I pick and choose a lot so take that how you will #also someone needs to write a 'meeting alternate selves' fic with barbara stephanie cass and duke #and that someone needs to not be me bc im working on learning more about their lore but i have not delved deep in yet #dc #dc batman #batman #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #robin #red hood #nightwing #red robin #talon #talon dick grayson #joker junior #redbird #reverse robins

[ghoultrifle]

I know it’s a bit early but I really hope we get some fan fiction of phantom celebrating Halloween for the first time

Thank you anon! I took this and kinda combined it with @p1nkcanoe's post here because i adore the idea of the abbey descending into chaos for two months a year. Also big credit to @marsohthree for her Phantom Halloween thoughts!

Here's 1.8k words of Phantom's first Halloween! This is somewhat based on unmasked Phantom but that's just because i never celebrated Halloween as a kid so he's all i have to go off asfhajghaldgh. Stick around to the end for a cute photo of Barbie and Ken! (also this is my first non-smut story and i'm a bit rusty, sorry!)

Phantom was practically vibrating with excitement, yes it was only September 1st but he’d heard today was the start of something called ‘Spooky Season’. Some people (Swiss) called it ‘Spoopy Season’ but that was silly because spoopy isn’t a proper word and it doesn’t even mean scary! 

The clock struck midnight, signalling the end of Summer and the start of two months of ghoul-induced chaos, Phantom was loving it. By the time the sun rose on the first of September, the walls of the Abbey were already covered in spray-on cobwebs and the glass panes in the doors stained with a bone-chilling red. Phantom had been the one to source the blood, having recently learned how to hunt with Cumulus; he absolutely was not a natural and the blood covering the walls had sprayed from the new ghoul after he mistook his tail for a rabbit.

All the ghouls from different disciplines of the clergy, including the band ghouls, collaborated on turning the Abbey into a hellfest, literally. They tried to recreate the atmosphere of the pit, only in the ghoul’s quarters of course, they’re not monsters. The mixed quarters, common areas between humans and ghouls, were turned into more of a haunted house with your typical Halloween attractions and scares.

Phantom couldn’t contain his goofy smile as he helped set up the mixed quarters, placing plastic spiders that he animated using his quintessence to occasionally scurry across the fake webs. He was dressed in a slutty devil costume, Rain dressed in the accompanying angel costume. Phantom’s red skirt barely covered his ass and his black mesh top matched his patchy painted nails. Rain was sporting a white miniskirt with thigh highs to match and a halo headband. Of course none of the ghouls needed to dress up, they could simply unglamour themselves, but it was more fun to do it this way.

The first ritual of the day was to carve the ministry’s pumpkins. After the hunting mishap, the pack decided Phantom was not to be trusted with a knife and was instead relegated to design and project management. He chose a bat design, of course, and carefully stood on his tiptoes watching over Aether’s shoulder as he carved out the flying creatures. Once the new ghoul was satisfied with his elder’s work he picked it up like a baby and would not let go, showing it proudly to everyone he met.

It got so bad he almost took it into the shower before Dew whisked it away, “Nuh uh lil guy, I am not cleaning pumpkin seeds out the drain. You can have it back after.” Dew proceeded to accidentally drop the pumpkin as he was walking back to Phantom’s room, startled by the motion-activated skeleton in the hallway. So instead of a pumpkin, the quintessence ghoul was met with a ‘forgive me?’ pair of bat plushies, it was love at first sight. They’re named Barbie and Ken and, yes, they're dressed in pink cowboy costumes.

Time passed as Phantom eagerly awaited The Day. In the meantime he’d often be found wrapped up in toilet roll, launching himself out of the shadows at passers by, trying to scare human members of the clergy and failing miserably, “Why aren’t they scared by my costume, Mounty?” he’d pout. “Well, you do it every morning so I think they know to expect you by now.” Mountain  replies. This only inspires the mischievous ghoul to up his scare game, his dream career being a scarer at a haunted house after the pack took him to Halloween Horror Nights.

The next day Aether and Omega had their work cut out at the infirmary as three clergymen were admitted for various fright-related conditions. Phantom bat-hung from the ceiling, the corpse of a freshly-hunted rabbit in his bloodied mouth, canines poking out as he smiled at the passing humans.

Phantom was forbidden from wearing anything other than normal clothes or slutty costumes from that point onwards.

In the days leading up to Halloween, the pack were sent on a trip to gather themed food for the ministry, Frankenstein crisps, ghost marshmallows, and of course sweets for trick-or-treaters. They thought it would be funny to let Phantom loose in the supermarket with just a list, the poor ghoul only just having learned how to read. “What’s this say?” Phantom asked excitedly, gasping for air as he ran back outside to where his pack was waiting, “Gummy worms, darling, you know the ones?” Cumulus replied the first time. Phantom nodded his head, skipping back into the store, only to jog back out minutes later.

“What ‘bout this one, Aeth?” He questioned, pointing hurriedly at the list. “Can’t see when you’re waving your hand around like that, Bug!” The older ghoul chuckled, moving Phantom’s hand away, “Ah, this is a tricky one. It says choco-late eye-balls.” Aether answers slowly as his hand traces the syllables on the paper. “If you can’t read anything else, just buy something spoopy!” Swiss shouts as Phantom shoots him a death stare from the store entrance.

It took five times as long as it would have taken if the pack joined Phantom, but the little guy enjoyed it too much for them to intervene. The ministry was now fully stocked, ready for the end of October.

Phantom awoke at 3am, the witching hour. His quintessence was tingling with the spirits of those below, rising for their day to shine. Today was the day. He restlessly walked to the kitchen, ready to eat despite the hour, to be met with a very tired Mountain. “Bug, what are you doing up? I thought we taught you how to read clocks?” he asked, still awake from the previous day. “Is Halloween Mounty! I couldn’t sleep any longer, too excited!”

Mountain sighed, clearly Swiss hasn’t been teaching Phantom how to tell the date as well as the time, “Tommy, it’s only the 29th of October, Halloween isn’t for another two days.” He frowned, upset for the eager ghoul. Phantom’s eyes began to water, tears instantly falling at the realisation, embarrassed and dismayed.

“Oh it’s alright, Bug, we can celebrate today if you’d like? Think of it as a practice!” Mountain replied frantically trying to abate the weeping ghoul. He pulled out his phone and texted the groupchat:

Mountain (3:06am): Ok ghouls change of plans… we’re celebrating Halloween today. Be ready :)

Dew (3:07am): huh? halpoween isnt todsy tho

Cumulus (3:07am): Yeah, what? What have you been meddling with Big Boy?

Mountain (3:10am): Phantom thought it was Halloween today and now he’s crying because it isn’t. I can’t bear to look at him like that so I told him we’re doing it today ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Mountain (3:10am): Not my fault btw! Someone (@Swisstopher) didn’t teach new bug how to read the date

Swiss (3:18am): …

Come sunrise, the pack was ready for the rootin-ist tootin-ist Halloween this side of October 31st. Mountain and Aether were dressed up as cowboys, basically an Arthur Morgan cosplay. Aurora wore Phantom’s devil costume with Rain still sporting the angel side. Dew and Cirrus were both zombies, full makeup (and a bit of unglamouring) making them look truly horrifying. Cumulus is wearing a sexy police outfit, because fuck the cops, right? And Swiss is shirtless, wearing a toilet seat cover with ‘Dracula’ written on it in sharpie, “I’m sexy dracula, OK?!”

Phantom was sitting on the edge of his bed, kicking his legs in excitement, ready to start the day. He was adorning a bat costume he made all by himself. It was a black cloth with eye holes cut out and some metal wire to make wings, Aether helped with that part.

They spent the day watching low-budget horror films and eating the Halloween goodies that they’d been saving for trick-or-treaters. Phantom was snuggled on the sofa right in the middle of the large ghoul cuddle pile, chirping happily as he realised how loved he was, his pack did this for him. They sat all day in their uncomfortable costumes just to give him the best not-Halloween ever, and it wasn’t even sundown yet.

Phantom sat by the front door, his tongue poked out as he tied his shoes, ready to go out. The whole pack was coming with him on his first candy hunt, except Dew, he’d gone on a smoke break and was taking so long they left without him.

Dew was, in fact, not on a smoke break. He was carefully knocking on the door of each house the pack was going to visit, “Hi! Yeah I know it’s not Halloween but my friend thinks it is, so could you just play along, please?” he asked, far too many times on behalf of what looked like a fully grown adult. Most of the houses complied, and the few that didn’t, well, Dew gave them a 20 and they quickly got on board. Nothing was going to ruin his Phantom’s night!

And so, one-by-one the occupants of the nearest village were met with a bedraggled Phantom in his homemade bat costume. “Trick or treat?” He’d shout, arms outstretched, holding a comically large bucket for the size of the ghoul offering it.

“Oh sweet thing, happy Halloween! I love your costume, did you make it yourself?” One old lady asked. Phantom nodded as he blushed and twirled to show off the wings. “Very impressive, young man. I think you deserve some chocolate for that, don’t you?” She smiled as she almost emptied a whole tub into Phantom’s bucket, his arms buckling at the weight.

The moon was illuminating the night sky, and the night was winding down. The young ghoul had long abandoned his candy bucket, simply too heavy for him to hold. They walked back to the abbey, Cumulus carrying the night’s haul while Swiss gave Phantom a piggyback, the quintessence ghoul’s legs sore from all the walking.

When they opened the front door, they were met with Copia in bat wings matching Phantom’s. He’d missed the day due to clergy commitments but wanted to show his support for his favourite ghoul. Copia guided them all to the common room where he’d decorated it as grotesquely as he could; bones everywhere, blood dripping from the ceiling, and various speakers playing spooky sounds.

Phantom plopped himself in the middle of the room, taking in the view and soundscape surrounding him as he ate the treats Cirrus left out for tonight, the rest stored safely away from the young ghoul. He couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to be in such a supportive pack. Oh boy was he ready for actual Halloween.

and they were roommates

#spoopy is a word #trifle answers #trifle writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #ghoul hcs #cumulus ghoulette #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #mountain ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #halloween

[deadbydangit]

Maybe a super duper fluffy moment between masked killer and S/o? Like they're laying down and they notice S/o is quiet for a second. She then takes their unmasked face and says "You're so pretty. Not sure how I got lucky to have you."

This with Ghostface, Frank, Joey Huntress and Trapper? Thank you!

I'm having a bit of trouble with this prompt, so I changed it a bit. Hope that's okay. Please enjoy.

A Reader with a mask killer s/o who wants to see their face

Ghostface, Legion (Frank), Legion (Joey), Huntress, Trapper

Ghostface

Do. Not. Touch. His. Mask.

Seriously.

Don't.

He won't even let you.

No.

Don't look at him like that.

Come on!

Ugh! Fine!

Count yourself lucky.

He's got to keep his identity hidden!

You should know that!

Only under a few conditions.

One: No one else is around.

And I mean no one but you.

Two: it's only for a second.

Three: you'll have to do something for him at a later time.

If you choose to accept, then be ready.

Cause Danny is a stunner.

Tell him he's gorgeous.

Because, deep down, he isn't the most confident in his looks.

Before he pulls his mask up, pull him in for a real kiss.

After that day, he might leave his mask off once in a while.

Only around you though.

Legion (Frank)

Even though he acts tough, he really doesn't feel that way.

Yes, his mask hides his face.

But it also shields him from the world around him.

He's experienced enough neglect and cruelty at the hand of his foster parents that he wants to hide himself.

Frank will take it off for you.

He just needs a safe space to do so.

He'd prefer if the rest of the Legion was around.

And he's only going to take it off for you when he really trusts you.

It's going to be a spur of the moment thing.

"Hey, S/O. I know you've been asking to see me with my mask on so... Here."

He'll pull it down, but he won't look you in the eye.

Find a way to show him how much this little act means to you and how much you love him.

Legion (Joey)

You want him to take off his mask?

Sure, okay.

Unlike Frank, Joey doesn't really hide behind it for anything.

Okay, he isn't very clean shaven and that's kind of embarrassing.

But other than that, who cares.

He just wears it because the rest of the Legion does.

He just kind of incorporated it into his own style and kept it.

But, yeah.

He doesn't care where you do it.

Although, keeping the other killers and survivors guessing about what he looks like adds a mysterious aura around him.

So maybe just with the other Legion around.

He's a pretty good looking guy.

Make sure to say that.

Because, if you do, he'll have it on a lot less for you.

Not to mention, kisses are just better that way.

Huntress

Has she never taken it off in front of you?

Guess not.

She'll take it off, but she doesn't want the survivors to see.

She likes to keep them scared.

The mask is the only thing she has from her mother.

So, she will take it off.

But don't expect it to leave her hands.

She has a very chiseled face with some hardened features.

But she also has pretty cute rosy cheeks.

Be sure to tell her that.

Because she'll blush and those cheeks will turn even redder.

Since Anna's mask doesn't cover her mouth, kisses are the same.

However, you can kiss her nose and forehead now!

And she loves that.

So make sure to give her plenty.

Trapper

His face?

Yeah, what about it?

You want to see it?

Why?

He doesn't find himself physically attractive and doesn't want to frighten you off.

He'll make himself seem like some monster without it on.

"I have scars and scratches all over."

"My eyes are sunken and have deep bags."

"My-"

Just shut him up.

Tell him that no matter how awful he thinks he looks, that you're always going to love him.

Make sure it's in private.

He wants the survivors and killers to be scared of him.

Or at the very least weary.

He prides himself on being a rough mysterious guy.

Albeit hesitant, Evan will remove his mask.

He does have scars and scratches.

His eyes are sunk and hollow.

But he's handsome in every way.

Tell him that.

Praise every little detail.

Let him know how much you adore him.

Kiss every inch of his face.

Then, maybe, just maybe, he'll take it off around you a bit more.

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Gale’s Excellent Adventure (2)

Gale thinks that things are going well so far!

They’ve met and recruited a githyanki warrior—the first Gale’s ever seen outside of illuminations in scholarly texts!—and a rather dashing warlock who answers to the moniker “The Blade of the Frontiers”.

The fellow was hunting a war-devil, who turned out to be an unaccountably lovely tiefling with an infernal engine in her chest as well as a mindflayer tadpole on the brain.

He is looking forward to learning more about this exotic trio over the course of their travels together. And he’s learned so much more about his current companions too!

He now knows that Shadowheart is a cleric of a deity she will not name, but one that prizes secrecy and an intimate knowledge of torture and interrogation tactics among its followers.

(He’s relatively certain it’s not Mystra. Relatively. Almost probably.)

That Astarion channels the innate cruelty and ruthlessness of his profession into being very skilled at stabbing people in the vitals and relieving them of any valuables they possessed.

(Also he contains a puckish glee for “odd” names. He was in stitches over “Wyll-with-a-Y” for hours.)

That Yuu has yet to receive any formal training as a bard or a combatant, but improvises with what few cantrips they do know to devastating effect.

(They’re trading him magical items for lessons on the Weave. Gale’s surprised at how he enjoys it.)

There’s been a few…fractious moments between certain individuals who shall remain nameless, but he’s certain everyone will be fast friends soon enough! They’re all in this together, bonded over getting rid of the mindflayer tadpoles.

And best of all, no one’s noticed a thing.

He’s been patient, and observant, and has learned enough by now to mimic the spasms the others get when their tadpoles are…tadpoling. Their mental communications are harder to fake, but nothing a sneaky “detect thoughts” can’t fix.

Yes, he’s blended in splendidly, if he does say so himself.

***

“Gale? Can I have a word?”

“Hm?” He looks round, drawn out of his musings by one of his new friends. “Ah, Shadowheart! How can I be of help?”

She glances around, taking in Karlach debating with Lae’zel, Astarion needling Yuu while they’re trying to hold a conversation with Wyll.

“It’s a bit of a…personal matter.” She leans in. “Would you mind if we took this somewhere more private?”

Oh. Oh!

Well, this is a little awkward. Gale knows he’s handsome man and a capable wizard. It’s only natural that, in such close proximity for so long, someone would fall in love with him sooner or later.

Still, he reflects as they arrive in the ruins behind the camp. His dedicated monogamy to Mystra does mean that he has little to no idea how to let someone down gently or ask if he can get to know them a little better first before committing fully. She certainly provided no example—swept in with power and a whirlwind romance only to just vanish into the night and never respond to his sendings or prayers. Oh hells, how is he going to—

“I know you don’t have a tadpole, Gale.” Shadowheart announces gravely.

Gale promptly chokes on his own spit.

“Wh-wh-what?!” He splutters. “What are you—how—that’s—!”

“Really?” She tilts her head at him, a cross between sardonic and pitying. “That’s all it takes for you to break? Gale, I made one statement. Do I need to teach you how to lie so the others don’t unmask you so easily?”

“I don’t know what—?” He tries to lie, but she folds her arms, stare growing even more unimpressed. “Alright, alright, but not so loud! How in Mystra’s name did you find out?”

“It really wasn’t that difficult.” She shrugs.

He lets out a little snort, kicking a twig. “Spare my feelings, why don’t you.”

Shadowheart sighs, taking pity on his pouting. “Fine. It started in the Druid sanctum. When we happened upon the druidess menacing the tiefling child, the rest of us were treated to a…rather unpleasant vision. Involving a much smaller Yuu, an elven beauty, and attempted horn removal.”

He feels as though he cricks something in his neck, whipping around to face her. “I’m sorry, there was what?”

“It doesn’t matter,” She dismisses, far too casually in his humble opinion. “What matters is that, given that Astarion and myself were both effectively deaf, dumb, and blind thanks to the tadpoles forcing us to view that charming little scene, how were you able to remain aware enough to keep Yuu from impulsively murdering that druid?”

He thinks of how he’d had to lunge when he noticed the tailless tiefling tugging free the spear they’d scavenged, the way the teenager had turned to him with glassy-eyed incomprehension before they shuddered back into themselves as if shaking off lingering night terrors.

“The pieces fell into place from there easily enough.” Shadowheart continues, meandering as she talks. “You react a moment too late if something the tadpoles do affects us physically. And you respond like a normal person ought to when confronted with other instances of the parasite that we’ve come across.”

“I see.” Gale mutters. Then, fiddling at his sleeves slightly. “A normal person, as opposed to…?”

Shadowheart’s face creases into a disgusted grimace. “An abiding compulsion from our guests to find more of the little monsters and slurp them down as if they’re a bowl of your fine stew.”

“Ah. Urgh.” Gale can’t keep his own nose from wrinkling.

The two of them marinate in companionably disgusted silence for a few moments.

“…And now?” Gale asks, unable to bear the silence any longer. “Is this where you announce to hither, thither and yon that I’m a fraud? Or did you have some personal retribution planned for my disseminations before proceeding with my banishment?”

A soft, sweet smile curves Shadowheart’s lips. Even with the mischievous twinkle in her eyes, it’s one of Gale’s favorite expressions of hers.

“Well, I wouldn’t say we need to go as far as all that. You’ve been a fine companion, Gale, even without the tadpole. I feel the tenor of this group would drop dramatically if you left us. The quality of our meals certainly would.”

A single ember of hope sparks into a quivering flame in his chest. “So then—!”

“But,” She holds up a finger to interrupt him. “I will require something in return. A guarantee, of sorts. I’m hardly Lady Popularity, after all, and if the others discover I’ve been lying for you then things could get quite sticky for me, you understand?”

He dithers for a moment, before letting himself nod. “Anything. I’ll do anything—ah, short of harming or endangering our fellow companions. Or myself. Or you.”

She tosses him a sardonic look. “Gale, would I ever?”

He elects not to answer that.

“I need you to keep an eye out for something.” Shadowheart says. “It’s a…keepsake of mine. I had it with me on the Nautiloid, but when I woke up afterwards, it was gone.”

“Oh. Oh dear.” Gale frowns, considering. “Well, I’m happy to aid however I can. What does it look like?”

She kneels down and, picking up a twig, sketches a vague dodecahedron with strange, angular characters decorating its surface. “It’s a little smaller than a fist, and black with orange markings. It is vital I get it back, it—! It means a lot to someone very important to me. Someone I’d hoped to reunite with in Baldur’s Gate.”

And call him a soft touch, but Gale’s always been partial to grand romantic gestures of devotion. “Alright. I’ll keep a keen eye out for it, don’t you worry. Might even dust off some of the old divination textbooks to see if scrying would be of any use!”

“Thank you, Gale.” Shadowheart smiles, verdant eyes sparkling with warmth like sunlight dappled through tree leaves. “You’re an excellent friend.”

It may be a little embarrassing, but that praise warms the cockles of Gale’s heart for the rest of the evening and well past noon the next day.

That warmth quickly goes tepid when it turns out the keepsake is in the custody of their intrepid leader, so revealed when the teenager pulls it out, bold as brass, to ask him if he can identify whether or not it is some form of communication device.

They at least heed his urging to return it to Shadowheart, even if they grumble slightly about the spies for the Order of the Companion as they do so. Shadowheart is rightfully indignant, but willing to forgive. His secret is safe. Gale is content that all is right with the world.

Which is when they all discover that Yuu literally, physically cannot give up the artefact.

***

“Wizard.”

“Gah!” He can’t help jumping.

“Ah, Lae, Lae’zel! You startled me. Can I help with anything?”

She scowls at him. Or possibly just looks at him neutrally. Perhaps even favorably! He’s never quite been able to tell.

Being too intimidated to maintain eye contact may have something to do with it.

“Follow me.” Lae’zel orders.

As with most of her orders, Gale obeys mostly without question.

Mostly.

“Rather, rather unusual for you to summon me, isn’t it? Not that I don’t enjoy conversing with you, far from it! I’ve always found it highly, ah, enlightening to learn more about githyanki philosophy and custom, particularly in matters of—!”

He finds himself transfixed by a pair of golden eyes staring into his soul and by a finger pressing to his lips.

“Cease this prattle.” She snaps. “You are no yank begging for mercy from a varsh. I have matters of import to discuss, so be silent and listen.”

Despite his usual difficulties with the task, Gale finds himself shrinking mutely back into the tree she has him effectively pinioned against.

A gleam of approval enters her gaze.

He chooses to interpret the removal of her finger as a proverbial carrot to incentivize his behavior.

“I know of your deception, wizard.” Lae’zel pronounces. “That you merely pretend to be afflicted with the parasite the rest of us suffer.”

His blood turns to ice.

“Ha. Hahaha!” He laughs, nonchalantly, like Shadowheart’s taught him. “That is. That is a. Funny joke, Lae’zel! Truly, you are the comedic backbone of this camp!”

Her expression does not change.

Gale tries desperately to concentrate on maintaining the illusion of mirth.

He fails.

“What gave it away?” He asks wearily, recognizing a thorough routing when he sees it.

“It was simple for one such as I.” She declares. “Of all who fell sweating and diminished under the tadpole’s machinations, you alone were flush with health. The gi even used this a proof to keep me from purging the camp.”

“Gi?”

Lae’zel rolls her eyes. “Gi, student in Common. The tailless one requested my instruction in combat, so they would not perish as they almost did aboard the Nautiloid. But that is irrelevant to the matter at hand. Which is that the next morn, you again were the sole member of this sorry band who did not immediately come forward with talk of a figure in golden armor in your dreams, telling us to utilize the tadpole.”

“Ah.” Gale had personally thought his improvisation when Yuu had consulted him, cobbled together from elements he’d overheard from the others, had been rather inspired all things considered. “Might there be anything I could do to convince you to not evict me from camp?”

Lae’zel crosses her arms. “And risk losing what is a blessing from Vlaa’kith herself? Do not be foolish!”

“Erm?” Says Gale.

“I would make you my ally, wizard.” She announces. “As the only one free of ghaik infection, you alone are free of their trickery and deceptions. You alone see things as they truly are, instead of what the parasite would have us believe them be.”

He considers this with a sense that is not quite dread, but is not far off in how it looms over him, makes his breath short under its scale. The anticipation of a burden to bear, perhaps.

“I…suppose so.”

“Do not suppose, know. That is what wizards claim to be their domain, is it not?” She challenges, a cocky bent to her smirk that makes Gale want dearly to rise to it. To prove himself worthy, somehow.

“Very well. And what would this alliance entail?” He queries.

“I would have you as my touchstone. To assure me of what is real and what is mere fabrication.” Lae’zel asserts, in the manner of a commander dispensing orders. “And, should the ghaik infection progress beyond this, aid me in ending the misery of the others and myself.”

Gale does not choke this time, but it’s a near thing.

“You what?!” He squawks. “Lae’zel, you can’t be serious!”

“And why not?!” She fires back. “You, above all others, know the danger of the ghaik! You know what will happen if we are allowed to transform! I will not permit it!!”

“Yes, well, but—! Lae’zel, you asked me to act as touchstone for you.” He implores, seeking out her gaze. “Then let me. This is madness speaking, Lae’zel, the purest folly. Losing you, or any of the others, that could in no way make the world a safer place. If anything—!”

He pounces on this new line of reasoning that has just dawned on him. “If anything, isn’t it far more likely that this is one of the tadpole’s insidious commands?”

Her eyes snap to him, alert as any bird of prey. “Explain.”

“Well, consider it,” Gale proposes, warming to his topic. “When we came upon those Absolute fellows with tadpoles in their heads, we didn’t join up with their cause, did we? In fact, Yuu deliberately orchestrated their demise while fighting that owlbear, so even their corpses couldn’t give a clear account of their killers. Maybe the tadpoles have realized you all have far more, erm, vigor and vim than they can contend with? Thus leading to them attempting to encourage you to terminate yourselves or each other to keep you from growing too powerful, opposing whatever their plans may be?”

He can see the cogs turning in her head as she gives his words due consideration. “Hrm…that would explain why Shadowheart is so irascible, and unwilling to allow the gi to return the aretfact to my people.”

He privately considers that this may have more to do with the fact that Shadowheart is still very determined to gift the artefact to her beloved in Baldur’s Gate and that she just greatly dislikes Lae’zel, but decides discretion is the better part of valor in this case.

“To think that the tadpole could even use the training of crèche K’llir against me…” Lae’zel shakes her head, disquieted. “Already this alliance bears fruit. I will keep your secret, wizard, and keep you appraised of when the parasite attempts its trickery again.”

Gale sags as the tension he’s amassed over the course of this conversation escapes him all at once. “R-right, erm, of course. Please, please do.”

She nods to him and strides off back to camp.

He waits until she’s out of sight before letting himself sink against the base of the tree in exhaustion.

Well all’s well that ends well, he supposes. And if that means Lae’zel occasionally comes to him to complain about certain habits of their companions that inspire murderous rage in her, and it turns into a bit of a gossip session…

Well, it’s certainly better than the alternative.

***

“Care for a drink, Gale?”

It’s late, and most of the camp is curled up in their bedrolls and tucked away in their tents. He had presumed that the only ones left awake were himself, pouring over a rather interesting volume of Fringe Philosophy, and that dog which followed Yuu back from goodness knows where in the woods.

The frowsy canine has been eyeing his boots with intent, he just knows it.

He finds himself for once welcomely mistaken when he looks up to see Wyll proffering one of the bottles of Ithbank that also returned with the scouting party.

“Ooh, don’t mind if I do.” He puts the book to the side, scooching to make space for his new companion in libations on the log.

Wyll takes a seat next to him, muscled thigh bulging where it presses against Gale’s own.

Gale tries in vain to focus instead on the gratifyingly full cup the Blade of Frontiers passes him. The wine itself tastes tart and dry as it goes down.

“Oh, that hits the spot.” Gale sighs happily. “My deepest thanks, good sir. I must admit I did not realize how sorely I needed this.”

“Ah, think nothing of it.” Wyll replies modestly.

The pair of them sup together in convivial silence.

It’s when Gale is refilling Wyll’s cup for the third time that he ventures, tentatively, “Gale? You would consider us friends, correct?”

A horrible, prickling feeling starts up the back of Gale’s neck.

“Of course. I hardly know of a situation where somebody could fight alongside you and not look upon our relationship with a considerable degree of amicability.” He responds, wetting his lips. Then, with a slight undertone of suspicion, “Why?”

“As if we are friends, like you and I have agreed.” Wyll goes on doggedly, somehow managing to give an entreating gaze with one eye hell-red-on-black and the other made of stone. “Then it would be right and proper of me to let you know of certain deductions I have made about your person. Correct?”

Oh, for the love of Mystra—!

“Out with it, then.” He mutters gloomily, seizing the bottle for a generous pour. “What, when, where, why, how?”

Wyll takes the bottle with a measure of trepidation, lips softly pursed in deliberation before he sets it down in the grass between them.

“Well, you remember the phase spiders. In the well?”

Gale lets out a piteous moan. “Please don’t remind me.”

“You were trying to cast magic missile on one of them, but its vermin-riddled servant was coming up behind you.” Wyll continues, “And no matter how Yuu and I tried to connect with your tadpole to warn you, it was as though we couldn’t reach it. As though it wasn’t there in the first place. And then Karlach shoved you.”

“And then Karlach shoved me.” He repeats numbly. The burn where her elbow got his ribs healed without a trace after one potion.

The memory of her horrified screaming when the arachnids swarmed her and somehow didn’t immediately meet a fiery demise will take a much heavier draught to recover from.

He groans, taking a too big swig from his goblet.

“I suppose you’ll be wanting something then, in exchange for not running me out of camp at first light.” He states, the wine making his inhibitions loose and speech spill freely. “Some arcane knowledge your patron has failed to provide? The retrieval of a family heirloom? Counsel from a former archmage?”

“What? No, I—!”

A muffled snort interrupts Wyll’s passionate rebuke. After watching the dog settle itself again by the fire with bated breath, Gale is drawn back to his drinking partner’s earnestness.

“I require counsel for…” Wyll pauses, considering. “A lot of things in my life right now. But. But more than that, I would be forever grateful for a friendly ear. Someone to commiserate with, without needing to plan and solve things that are beyond help.”

Gale swirls his cup and watches the small whirlpool of red.

“Hm. They are a bit of a doer, aren’t they?”

Wyll does not even ask who he means, just groans in a way Gale can sympathize with. “I—Yuu’s very capable, and Helm preserve me but I like them, but do they ever switch off?!“

“I”, Gale confides in his most conspiratorial tones, “Once saw them pull out that journal of theirs after speaking with Lae’zel and begin scribbling down a detailed synopsis of the conversation they’d just held. While we were inside the hag’s lair.”

Wyll stares at him, eyes bulging. He lets slip a bark of laughter he instantly muffles by clapping a hand over his mouth.

Gale can’t help the surge of pleased satisfaction that courses through him.

“Gods above, but that cannot be healthy. Leading every excursion out of camp, acting as arbiter within it, recording everything, concocting alchemicals, training with you and Lae’zel…” Wyll scrubs a hand over his head, frowning in annoyance when he bumps the horns sprouting from his brow. “I’m growing worried that we’ll wake one morning to find them expired in their bedroll from exhaustion.”

“They’re young.” Gale soothes, taking perhaps a larger gulp of his Ithbank than he originally intended. “Driven. I was much the same at their age, impatient to prove myself worthy to those who equaled me in skill but surpassed me in age. I think with some time and guidance from those in our company they ought to calm down somewhat, mark my words.”

Wyll sighs heavily and lists gently into Gale’s side, solid and warm. “I hope so, for all our sakes. But by the gods, I’m twenty four. I’m too young to be feeling old.”

Gale, in his mid thirties, does not comment on how old that particular comment makes him feel.

“Ah, be that as it may…” He trails off, scratching at the rim of the cup with his nail. “I hate to press, but can I be assured of your discretion in this matter?”

The fond smile that rewards this query near takes his breath away.

“Don’t worry, my friend.” Wyll squeezes his shoulder firmly. “I won’t tell a soul, I swear on mine and my father’s lives.”

Gale is unable to do much more than nod dumbly, soon deciding to turn in before he does anything too daring for sobriety.

It doesn’t keep Wyll from sharing that soft, secretly fond smile with him as they journey onwards, or share conversation in the evenings.

He’s certain it can’t be good for his heart.

***

“Oh, Gale darling~”

It’s almost pavlovian, how Gale’s shoulders hunch guiltily at the affectionate address.

“Astarion. How can I help you?”

“I’ve a sudden and uncontrollable craving for your company. Quite irresistable, I’m afraid. Come,” The pale elf beckons. “Won’t you walk with me?”

It’s a trap. It’s so obviously a trap that Gale would be fool to fall for it.

Astarion tilts his head, peering up at him from under his eyelashes.

Gale falls into step with the weary resignation of a sentenced man making his way to the gallows. Still, the walk is almost nice, getting to gaze upon nature in all its splendor as Astarion somehow manages to make nattering on about everything and nothing sound compelling and engaging.

Right up until he says, “…though that pales in comparison to what I heard you and Wyll talking about the other night, darling.”

All of the muscles in his body lock up like someone had enchanted him by mistake in place of their chest of valuables.

He sighs. “I don’t supposed I could convince you that I’ve no worldly clue what you’re talking about?”

“Hmm, maybe.” Astarion hums. “But then I began thinking about you seemed blissfully unburdened with flashbacks from the Descent when the little bard was conversing with our devil friend. Also the incident with the grease—”

“Yes, well, we don’t need to get into that.” Gale grumbles, wishing he knew how to craft a draught that represses those memories of his early tactical errors.

“Of course, I’m never one to kiss and tell.” Astarion places a hand on his chest, faux innocence practically leaking from every fiber of his being. “But, I might need to ask for a small favour in return. To ensure it stays just between us.”

Gale nods for him to divulge his demand.

“Well, first things first.” The pale elf backs him up against a tree in embrace that has blood rushing furiously to his cheeks. “I should probably let you in on my little secret. I just so happen to be what some colloquially refer to as a vampire.”

“Oh. You’re a vampire?” Gale repeats dumbly. Then, as several key details suddenly slot into place. “Oh fuck, you’re a vampire.”

The newly outed vampire has the audacity to roll his eyes. “Please, I’m a spawn, darling. No need to fret about my turning you. And while I’ve been getting by on animals, I need something more…potent to unleash my full potential.”

His nose, oddly cool now Gale takes note of it, skims over his carotid artery. “And you, my dear, have them all beat for potency.”

The proximity and near-intimacy of it is making Gale’s head spin, which is why he doesn’t think about any potential downsides, until Astarion’s pleased hum after his fangs sink in turns to a muffled sound of incredulity.

“Gale.” It takes him a moment to blink back into himself to register he’s being spoken to. “What the fuck is wrong with your blood?”

“Ah. Well.” He scuffs some of the leaves underfoot with the toe of his boot. “You recall the camp meeting I called last week about the orb of dread Netherese magic in my chest?”

“The what—?!”

“..re you there? Astari—!”

Gale jolts as Astarion springs away from him, the pair of them staring wildly at the unofficial leader of their merry troupe, who looks as mortified as Gale feels. “—Oookay, I did. Not mean to walk in on. You two?”

“You could sound less surprised, darling.” Astarion pouts silkily, not an errant drop of red to be seen.

“I’ll admit it wasn’t who my gold was on,” Yuu mumbles, almost too softly to hear. Gale can’t help but wonder what they mean by that as they raise their voice with a little cough.

“Look, I don’t care if you two want to sneak off and, and give each other hickeys—”

He can feel his cheeks warm violently at the implication. “That’s—!”

“I know, I know, completely none of my business, but.” Yuu comes to an abrupt stop. “Wait. Gale, are you—are you bleeding?”

Gale suddenly realizes the warm slide down his neck that he’d taken for nervous sweat is in fact a substance of the more sanguine variety.

“Erm.” He tries. “No?”

Astarion stares at him, eyes round with disbelief.

“Are you fucking joking?!” He demands, in the same breath as Yuu exhales, “Oh fuck, you’re a vampire. How the fuck did I miss that?!”

“Now, now hold on a moment!” Gale, sensing imminent disaster, steps between them. “Yes, he may be a vampire, but he’s hardly some, some bloodthirsty beast like the tawdry excuses for literature we’ve been scavenging would have us believe! It isn’t like we’ve been waking up to any one of us drunk dry during the night, is it? All five of us, yet Astarion has had the near, near deific self control to hold out until this very evening before requesting—quite politely, if I may add!—if I would find sympathy for his plight and contribute to his welfare so that he can continue to aid us to the best of his ability. As he has done thus far without acknowledgement of his sacrifices.”

Yuu raises an eyebrow at him. “And you agreed?”

He spreads his arms helplessly. “I—How could I not?”

Yuu glances warily between him and the vampire. They pinch the bridge of their nose and let out a sigh.

“If we arrange a voluntary feeding schedule, would that help, Astarion?”

For a moment, the vampire just stares at the two of them, mouth agape.

Slowly, he nods.

“We’ll go over exact amounts and who’ll be participating later.” Yuu announces brusquely. “I need to gently break the news to the others first. Give me an hour, and I should have everyone on the same page.”

“Thank you,” Gale clasps his hands in their direction. “Your foresight is invaluable, as always. You won’t regret this, I promise.”

The would-be bard raises a blithe hand in acknowledgement as they crunch through the leaves back to camp.

“I’m genuinely unsure whether I should kiss you or kill you.”

He blinks at Astarion. “Erm? W-Well, I’d rather. Rather the former than the latter if it’s on the table. Though please don’t take it as an obligation of some kind! I never had any intentions of indebting you to me.”

“Please.” Astarion drawls as he slinks over, looping his arms once more around Gale’s neck. “How could I let such a…gallant defense go unrewarded? And our little bard did say we have an hour, after all…”

“Oh!” Gale says. Then. “O-ohh…”

And, as a gentleman of discretion and valor, he will draw the curtain on the scene there.

***

“Hey, soldier!”

Karlach falls into step next to him as they trudge through the Underdark. Up ahead, he can faintly make out Astarion and Yuu quietly conferring about whether their crossbow or his bow would be more suitable for removing the red glowing mushrooms that litter their path to the wizard’s tower.

“So,” She says, waggling her eyebrows at him saucily. “You and Fangs, eh?”

“Fangs?” He repeats, confused.

“Astarion,” She clarifies. “Even with the donation system and all that, he seems to be sweetest on you. You two a thing at all?”

“Ha! Ah, I’m not sure.” Gale demurs. “On the one hand, even if I have to disagree with your definition of “sweetest”, he has been the perfect gentleman when he’s not busy driving me round the bend. On the other, he apparently managed to tune out all of my explanations about the Netherese orb currently residing in my chest. Claims he was too distracted by my boots, of all things.”

“They are nice boots,” Karlach observes, which does make Gale preen. “Was a bit more taken with you kneeling while pressing Yuu’s hand to your chest, m’self.”

“That was for practical demonstration.” He stresses, cheeks flushing with the belated embarrassment that’s dogged him since about fifteen minutes afterwards. “I could hardly expect you all to take me seriously without proof.”

“Right, and your proof usually involves you getting on your knees, does it?” At his indignant splutter, Karlach lets out a laugh that’s no less lovely for how it resembles a bray rather than bells tinkling. “Joking, I’m joking Gale. Though, if you’re not with Fangs, would you instead say that you’d been involved with Shadowheart? Since the tenday before last? Loudly?”

“Shadowheart? What in—” Gale suddenly notices how his conversation partner’s eyes keep darting to the tailless tiefling a few meters away from them, recalls their comment from the evening Astarion’s secret had been revealed. It all clicks.

“Wait. You aren’t—are you betting on my love life?!” He demands, scandalized.

Karlach shrugs, tip of her tongue caught between the teeth of her unrepentant grin.

“Well, we’ve gotta do something for entertainment, don’t we? The others keep circling around you like they’re wargs and you’re a set of deep rothé ribs! And who can blame them? You’re a catch.”

Gale is for once extremely glad he can blame Karlach’s ambient temperature for the way his face suddenly and inexplicably feels burning hot.

“That’s—! I’m afraid you’ve the entirely wrong end of the staff if that’s your line of thinking.” He says stiffly. “None of them have any truly amorous interest in me, just discussing something. Something private.”

“Oh.” Karlach frowns for a moment.

Then she says, “What, did they work out you don’t have a tadpole as well?”

You’d think, after the fifth time such a revelation was made, Gale would be sufficiently prepared to not have a physical reaction to it.

You would be wrong.

“How?!” The words, meant to sound dignified if resigned, emerge with more of a trimming of petulant whine.

“Known ever since I met you.” She devastates cheerfully. “Got prowling around the Gate from Fangs, dragon’s fire from Lae’zel, training in the dark from Shadowheart, talking down mercs from Yuu, hunting me from Wyll, but from you? Nothing.”

“Ah.” He acknowledges. Then, “So, is that what happens every time you all meet someone new with a tadpole? You get a concentrated history of their past exploits through communication between the parasites?”

Karlach’s mouth twists as she considers. “Hm, I don’t think so? You can still keep secrets, else we’d have all known about Astarion a lot sooner. And the cult leaders woulda had us all killed the moment we walked in. It’s more like…snippets of that person? I’m not sure if it’s bits and bobs about them that are more like you or just what they think about themselves.”

“Fascinating,” Gale breathes. He’ll admit, given all the subterfuge he’s had to go through, he’s only been able to glean piecemeal information about the affliction.

After all, it’s hardly like he could just wander up to the others and ask them about it off-hand. Could he?

“Probably for the best you don’t have it, on the whole.” She stretches, toned muscles standing in stark relief with every movement. “Aside from the whole mindflayer-y thing, you at least didn’t have to deal with Yuu’s hangover in your head.”

Gale winces in commiseration. A lot of people had been plying their erstwhile leader with alcohol at the tiefling party, to the point where they ended up passed out in their bedroll halfway through the evening. From the way they still looked bleary after Shadowheart and Halsin cast Lesser Restoration on them the next morn, Gale would bet all his gold and then some that they’ve very little experience drinking so heavily, if any.

Still, he drums his fingers against his leg as he considers how best to broach this next bit.

“Although…you do understand if I ask that you not repeat this, please? Given that not quite everyone is…aware.”

“Course.” Karlach says, tapping the side of her nose. “Mum’s the word, eh?”

“Quite.” Gale wrings his hands together. He opens and closes his mouth. “And you don’t…want anything?”

Karlach tilts her head. “How’d you mean?”

“You know.” Gale makes a frittering notion with his hands. “Something to buy your silence, or what have you?”

“What?!” She looks askance at him, snorting in a way he finds unreasonably attractive. “What’s the point in that? You don’t want me to tell, so I won’t. Simple as that.”

He can’t help smiling broadly at her, at the way the flames licking off her skin reflect in the vents protruding from her shoulder, off the dancing humor in her eyes.

They both turn to observe their companions are taking potshots at the mushrooms and cheering when one of their projectiles manages to set off a chain reaction.

“Actually, there is something.”

Ah. Damn.

He tenses despite himself. “And what would that be?”

“When I get Dammon to fix my engine proper so I don’t burn anymore,” She decrees with the regality of a queen. “You’ve got to give me a big hug. A proper one. If you want to, ‘course.”

The sudden release of nerves is almost euphoric.

“I’ll hold you to that.” He vows.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #karlach #wyll ravengard #astarion #shadowheart #lae'zel #villainous paranoiac yuu #bloodweave #very shippy #yuu #tiefling bard #the reckoning #will be coming in the next part #it got too long for this one

[mintys-musings]

Subaru x GN!Reader - Marathon Sex Ramble

Subaru Akehoshi. I think abt him sometime 💚 I’m slightly drunk when im writin this so dont expect coherence my dears~

NSFW under cut~

Honestly I think he’d be into marathon sex just to see how long he could go. Also he gets a power trip from keeping you in a pleasure drunk state (sure so is he, but you’re the whore for it.)

In general, Subaru is a flip flop of loving and degrading in bed in a way that would leave you dizzy. VERY big tease. Guy has lots of energy so you could imagine this kind of back and forth going on the entire time would reduce your brain to mush

He would try and pace himself in the beginning. He’s sentimental, after all- Despite his more mean words saying otherwise, he’d want to savor the moment even a little bit. After he’s done making sure you’re properly loved up and nicely kissed though, the moment’s over and it’s time to chase that high.

If you wanted to top at any point, he’d let you. But he’d be the worlds most talkative and non-serious bottom you’d ever see. Guy can’t keep his mouth shut

Tbh i don’t think he’d be too serious abt this at all. Intimacy? Don’t know her. He’s going to still be goofy and crack jokes.

Idk why i can just imagine him- in the middle of all this- calling one of Trickstar (yes counting anzu. Cant have a star without all the points) Like he doesn’t enjoy exhibition or showing your body off that way. He wouldn’t risk strangers seeing you. And he doesn’t want strangers seeing you. Plus it’d really fuck with his idol career if stuff got out so he’d rather not. But he has no qualms with showing you off to his closest companions or even letting them join. He makes you tell them how good you’re feeling. If he’s feeling extra evil, he’s video calling them and showing them just how well you take him.

Subaru def told them before hand that he planned on non-stop fucking that day so they all kinda expected this at some point and were bracing themselves to lower their volume and/or hide their phone screen if needed DSFHJ

Wouldn’t necessarily go crazy with changing positions every time. He’d just at least move you around a little so you don’t get sore. At some point though, you’d end up just laying flat on the bed and him fucking into your hole.

If you tire yourself out quickly, he’d only go so many more rounds before just stopping. Unless you both talked about just free use, he’d rather have you at least semi-responsive. If you talked about free use, he’s just gonna keep at it.

Cuddly after. Does the appropriate aftercare and showers you with kisses once youre both cleaned up. Will keep massaging your thighs. He likes squishing them. Acts as if yall didn’t just fuck for god knows how long and just keeps telling stories until you fall asleep. He’ll sleep shortly after, he just wants to be awake while you are just in case you need anything.

subaru akehoshi is a menace but he loves you and i think he'd be really sappy (almost weepy) but only if you're asleep because he doesn't know how to unmask his usual attitude. he can say serious things, but he always has to punctuate it wtih a joke idk guys i thnk he's interestin.

#Minty's Musings #Minty's Rambles #esxreadernsfwmonth2023 #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader smut #nsft es!! #subaru akehoshi x reader smut #subaru akehoshi smut #subaru akehoshi x reader

[nicksbestie]

hey hi I desperately need to project, is there a way you could write something like autistic ashton that starts unmasking around the boys bc he's more comfortable around them but then after hanging out or doing whatever he's just overthinking everything and beating himself up over being "too autistic" 🧍

sorry it took so long!!! yes i can :)

Anxiety

word count: 827

warnings: anxiety, a snippet of self hatred, talk of unmasking

<3 enjoy!

He really shouldn’t be so worried about this. It isn’t that big of a deal, or, it shouldn’t be. All of the guys knew he was autistic, they were fully accepting, and yet he’s still beating himself up for it. The big question is, why? He had to chalk it up to just pure anxiety, because there was no way that there was a logical reason for this. 

Now that he was home, he was overthinking every single behavior, word, and move he had made or spoken while he was hanging out with the guys. Luke had asked him about a drum part he’d been working on fixing and he’d gone through explaining every single piece of his drum set, and Michael had complimented the crystal around his neck and he’d spent forty five minutes talking about the different kinds. 

To be entirely fair, they knew those were two of his biggest special interests, so he shouldn’t feel bad for talking so much about them, especially when he was prompted to do so, but he did anyway. For twenty five years, Ashton had masked his autism, and was just learning how to undo that. He’d been diagnosed later in life, just after he turned twenty four, but he still didn’t know how to completely drop the persona he’d been living in for two and a half decades. That kind of change is really hard, and he was terrified he would become too much for the people he loved the most, his band. 

He didn’t want them to think that he was a bother, or suddenly a lot to handle, or anything of the sort, so when he was unmasking around them, he only showed a part or two about him. He still kept up some of the masking, trying his hardest to read between the lines of neurotypical questions, desperately trying to hide the fact that he couldn’t read their tones at any point in time. 

But today, he’d continued to speak for so long, he’d stimmed much more than he had previously allowed himself to, and he was so much louder than normal. He hadn’t seen the look on his bandmates faces after they all said goodbye and he walked away, but he was sure that they wore matching expressions of disgust. 

If he had actually taken the time to study them, he would’ve seen the bright smiles on each of them. They were so happy to see more of the authentic Ashton, and wished he would let them in on more. But they also knew that they had to be very careful with him, as he was not only a naturally anxious person, but he was still learning to unmask himself, and trying to push that could be detrimental to his journey.

But Ashton was sitting at home, absolutely miserable, unaware of all of these things. He jumped when his phone rang, relaxing slightly when he saw it was only Calum calling. However, he tensed right back up when he thought about why Calum might be calling.

Was he being kicked out of the band? Did they hate him, or want him to go back to acting the way he did before he got his diagnosis? Or worse, if there even was worse?

He picked up the phone, unable to hide the shake in his voice. 

“H-Hello?”

Calum’s smile faded a bit at the anxious tone, hoping Ashton wasn’t spiraling.

He was, but Calum didn’t have to know that. Not right now. 

“Hey Ash! How are you, man?” 

Ashton relaxed once more when Calum’s tone, cheery and friendly, wafted into the phone. It couldn’t be bad news if he sounded so happy about it, right?

“I’m fine, did you need something?” 

Calum coughed slightly on the other end before speaking. 

“Yeah, actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.” 

No. Nonononononono…

He took a deep breath before replying. 

“Okay, what is it?”

“You know that thing you’ve been doing since you got diagnosed? What’s it called again? Un- no, it’s not uncovering..” 

Ashton’s smile dropped. 

“Unmasking?” 

Calum sounded like he perked up again.

“Yes! That! I was talking with Luke and Michael about it, after we saw you today. We just wanted to tell you that we’ve seen the way your personality has changed, well, not changed, but you’ve become more yourself, if that makes sense. We’re really happy for you, and just wanted you to know that you will always have our full support.”

Ashton was in shock. 

“You mean, you don’t hate me?” 

Calum let out a laugh, but it was more of a shocked laugh than anything else. 

“God, no. We love you, we always will. We just want you to be happy, and we’ve seen how much happier you look. You seem healthy.” 

As they wrapped up and hung up the call, Ashton’s smile matched the ones he hadn’t seen on the rest of the band’s faces earlier that day. 

#autistic ashton irwin #5sos autism #autistic problems #unmasking #autistic feels #actually autistic #autistic 5sos #autistic experiences #tw self hate #tw anxiety #reqs with aus

[rowavolo]

hiiii !! 2 4 6 and 12 (if you have one) for your obey me s/i? either one! c:

hi hi hi !! :D ty for the ask wheeeee also i MUST compliment your choice of numbers here. these are lovely numbers. some of my favourites genuinely

answers under the cut i KNOW im not gonna be able to shut the hell up !! im gonna do it for angel!ro because hes funny and cool i think

2. How similar is your s/i to you? Are they a carbon copy, completely different or a mix of the two?

Hmm, a bit of a mix, really! But also I do like to try and include my little quirks/idiosyncrasies where i can for my s/is because theyre very much a way that i express myself and explore things that aren't necessarily feasible for me irl . I think the main difference is my s/is are slightly less depressed. though that may be more due to circumstance and stuff. also significantly less time spent laying in bed due to pain/fatigue. but other than that (and the obvious physical differences) I try to keep the personality and vibes pretty similar to myself in real life where i can :3

4. How did your s/i feel when they first met your f/o(s)? How do they feel about them now?

To begin with, my s/i was definitely very ... not exactly intimidated by, but sort of .. anxious around Diavolo. Due to the nature of their relationship and the arranged aspects of it, he felt a lot of pressure to get along well with Dia and be like the 'perfect' spouse, since this marriage had so much riding on it (peace between celestial realm and devildom , blah blah blah, whatever) so at first hes very quiet and anxious and just afraid to speak up or make himself a nuisance in any way, so he'd always just smile and nod along to Diavolo's suggestions and jokes and sort of 'dull down' any gruesome answers to the questions he was posed about the celestial realm (though this is also in part due to the fact that things up there are very much Not As They Seem and the angels are uhh 'strongly encouraged' not to disclose too much information)

As time goes by and he gets more comfortable, however, he lets his weirdness really shine, along with his dark sense of humour. He and Diavolo wind up going through a lot together and sort of bond over that, along with their weirdly parallel upbringings, so they become really close and painfully in love. Like. 'will only use pet names for one another and always be holding hands' levels of PDA. It's obnoxious and codependent. Diavolo absolutely dotes on Ro, and Ro definitely comes to rely on him more and more as like.. 'his person.' He becomes more comfortable with unmasking and asking Dia for help with things (and if Dia can't, then he'll ask Barbs to). Theyre like two bonded cats. if you separate them they'll get depressed and start pining and become physically ill after too long. It may be a little unhealthy but like. theyre just hanging out. they like it that way. they can spend time away from each other, they just don't often really want to. They vibe like the most stereotypical 'straight guys who do really gay stuff for the bit' but they committed fully and are so so in love. theyve been around each other so much that they basically have their own language, etc. and are just so comfy and happy around one another that its obnoxious to look at i think <3 ro loves his big silly himbo to bits and vice versa

6. Has your s/i undergone any design/story changes since they were first made?

Hmm, I'd have to say absolutely yes, but genuinely I can't think of exactly what off the top of my head. He's kind of been adjusted a bit as i've fleshed out the ~vibes~ of the way i interpret the celestial realm, he got given haunted angel cryptid lore and lack of 'flock' attraction lore (theyre intertwined also) and put through The Horrors also. he also has his own more fucked up au with even more Horrors. just like for the funny. Visually though, his design has mostly stayed the same. I'm not really a huge fan of how his outfit vibes, but i think overall i do like his Vibe and hes very silly and parallels nicely with Dia!

Though looking at the pics below i havent entirely decided how i like to draw his hair. which is like blaaahhh bleeeh bluueeueueuh

12. Can we see a picture of your s/i?

tada!!!!! silly nya nya!!!!!

#asks #rowavolo #lore #angel tag #tysm again this was so fun to write

[rosetheex-editor]

[Video transcript start.]

[The transcript begins from someone's shirt pocket, two sets of footsteps heard walking up to a door. The door is swung open but the name “Ruby” and a handprint drawn in blood can still be seen.]

?: God… Am I really ready to do this?

[Voice identified: Rose Elizabeth Henderson.]

[The woman walks close to the door but stops, seemingly freezing in place.]

?: Is something wrong?

[Voice identified: Edgar.]

R: I uh… Didn’t think it would be this hard to walk in here… Haven't been in this room since june.

E: Do you want me to go first?

R: Can we walk in at the same time?

E: Oh, yeah, of course.

[The two people walk into the room at the same time, a dark blood soaked room. The walls and desks are covered in incoherent writing that can barely be seen.]

R: Hm… Ok… Forgot how creepy this fucking room was.

E: Yeah… I guess I never really looked around when I fought Emi here.

[Rose chuckles, walking over to one of the walls. A light from the phone makes it possible to read the words “MY FAULT.” and “REMEMBER.” written in blood.]

R: Huh… Forgot about that too.

E: Jeez… how old is all of this?

R: This section was probably written like a month or two before I got out… I think?

E: Fuckin’ hell, should we… go somewhere where there’s less or…?

R: It's fine… It's uh, kinda topical on why I asked to come here to talk with you.

E: Oh, well… should we sit down, then?

[Rose turns around to face Edgar, who is smiling softly at her, his eyes look tired, but he manages to play it off well enough. His hand goes up to brush a bit of hair out of his face, accidentally touching the bandages on a spot on his forehead, he flinches slightly, but doesn’t look away.]

R: You can, I think I'm going to stand.

[Edgar nods, and sits down on the floor, crossing his legs.]

R: Sorry for doing this all forty-eight hours after you got unmasked, but [Between awkward laughing.] I think if I waited any longer to talk about it I might go insane.

E: I don’t mind, I needed something to help take my mind off of it.

R: First, the only thing I was waiting to tell you. I fought Nicholas like a bit before he died. He broke my rib, I kicked his balls in and attacked him with your crowbar until…

E: Until…?

R: He switched it on me and almost crushed my windpipe in…

E: Jesus– That sounds… fucking terrifying.

R: Yeah um… Now you might be asking yourself ‘Wait, how did you stop him? Did someone help you?’ Yes… But you might not like who.

E: … [Slowly.] Eden…?

R: No Cassius.

E: Oh. [Long pause.] Why?

R: Well… Uh I have two… Technically three theories, might be right or wrong. A. He hates Nicholas for killing him and trying to take over PR, more than he hates me. B. He realized that if Nicholas killed me Ness would have um… Broken into the mall which Ophelia really doesn't want to happen. Or C. Both.

E: Huh… I… hm. I don’t know him, so I couldn’t tell you.

R: Me neither, I got my PR not being heartless info from Mari Ness and Will.

E: Same here, honestly.

R: Oh, and um… Alexander is kinda the MVP of being nice to us here in the mall, he literally sacrificed himself for Mari when Ruby attacked them, and played Mario Party with Sparrow and Peony after… Y'know.

E: Ah.

R: ANYWAY! Getting off topic. Why I brought you here.

E: Right, right, yeah.

R: I… I think I'm finally ready…

[Edgar tilts his head to the side, raising one eyebrow.]

R: I'm ready to try and move on… Not let Showfall have any guilt or past traumas to hold over my head anymore.

E: Oh. That’s… that’s a very big step forward, Rose. I’m proud of you.

R: Yeah… I brought you here, to tell you the whole truth of what happened with both Ruby and… Emi… And also to make a promise or two.

E: Sounds like a plan. Thank you for trusting me enough to do this, Rose.

R: Well… You're my dad… You deserve to know.

[Edgar nods.]

R: Guess I'll start with the easy one… Because Emi is obviously still alive.

E: Alright, tell me whenever you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere.

R: Ok… Um January 4th 2006, I was trying to escape with Ruby… She had a knife, I had an old computer. We had gotten split up. I ended up… In a very dark part of the mall when an employee. Emi. Ran up to me in the dark trying to attack me… I hit her 13 times with the computer… I had blood on the heels of my shoes for months… I didn't even know…

[Rose begins silently crying. The camera still facing Edgar.]

[Edgar reaches a hand out and pats Rose on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.]

R: Thanks I um… God…

E: You’re fine, you didn’t know. You did what you had to.

R: Hm… I god… Why am I trying to drag this out…

E: It’s a tough subject. I do the same thing sometimes.

R: I have to talk about it eventually…

E: But that doesn’t make it any easier. Take all the time you need, Rose.

R: Here I have the perfect idea to try and make this a bit easier…

E: Hm?

[Rose throws a semi large bag into frame, clearly having taken it off her back. After a deep breath she reaches down and pulls a box out of the bag.]

E: What’s that?

R: The gift Ruby left in the vent hideout, still haven't opened it.

E: Oh, alright. You’re… going to open it here?

R: No time like the present right?

E: Haha, present. [Slight pause.] Yeah, sorry.

R: Ok… Here we go.

[Rose holds the present for roughly 5 seconds before sighing.]

R: Wait… Fuck.

E: Do you want some help?

R: Yes please, I kinda uh… Forgot.

[Edgar reaches forward to help Rose open the present.]

[Rose's whole torso moves to look inside the box, inside is a red sweater with Rose's on it, a VHS tape, a photo and on the bottom a red blanket.]

R: Oh…

E: That’s… huh. That’s very sweet.

R: It's uh… I think I recognize the blanket actually…

E: Oh?

R: Yeah it's um… The one I had when I was little…

E: Aw.

R: The sweater is um… Hm… It's too big.

E: Maybe we could… hm. Well, I’m not the best at sewing, at least with actual clothing, so…

R: Ruby told me… Give stuff to people in need so…

[Rose grabs the sweater and slowly hands it to Edgar.]

R: You need a sweater… And a change of clothes. Dried blood can't be good for your skin

E: I– are you sure? That’s a gift from your sister, I wouldn’t want to take that away from you.

R: It means more to me if I get to use it to help you… Ruby would've wanted me to help people in need.

E: [A long pause.] Alright. Thank you, Rose. Genuinely.

R: No problem, now um… Ok fuck… I can't ignore the elephant in the room.

E: Yeah, you ready to keep talking?

R: I think so… Ready to hear the whole story of mine and Ruby's fight?

E: Mhm.

R: [A long pause.] So a few months before I escaped… Ruby had um came back to the hideout covered in wounds from a fight, she was telling me everything was fine… It clearly wasn't… She had um… I only found out towards the end that… She overheard Mai talking about Sparrow, and how she ‘Didn’t know Ruby had a kid.’

E: Hm.

R: Yeah, she shoved me out of the way telling me not to worry about it… She told me some things are better left hidden, she got more mad and brought up our mom's affair… I stabbed her in the leg…

[Edgar’s eyebrows crease inward, then they raise slightly. He seems to have connected a few things.]

R: She walked off and I followed… Screaming at her, she told me… About Sparrow… Well at least that she ‘Had a kid.’... I pushed her for keeping shit from me…

[Edgar nods, encouraging Rose to keep going.]

R: [Between crying.] Three employees came running, Ruby pushed me behind a column and was dragged away… I watched as they took her from me, I did nothing… I watched as she begged for her life…

E: Rose, come here.

[Edgar holds his arms out, and the two hug.]

R: [Sobbing.] I watched her plead for her fucking life and did nothing… I… I…

E: I know, I know. Let it all out, Rose. I’m here.

[Rose continues sobbing, the camera obscured by Edgar's shirt.]

R: [Still sobbing.] I don't want to lose anyone… Ever ever again… Not here…

E: You won’t. I’ll make sure of it, you won’t lose anyone else.

R: That reminds me… The promises…

E: Hm?

R: First… I'm never letting you go anywhere by yourself again… I can't lo- Let anyone lose you again… And don't want to lose you again…

E: Woah– that’s… that may be a little extreme, yeah?

R: Edgar. I have lost you. SEVEN fucking times now, never again.

E: That’s… fair. But I don’t want you getting hurt somehow because of this.

R: I have three bullets in my fucking gun, realistically I only need two to get everyone out. Also, I roundhouse kicked the head of PR in the fucking head once.

E: It’s not fighting that I’m worried about, we’re both actually kinda good at that, it’s… running. I don’t know if you can keep up if we need to sprint.

R: Edgar. I'm fast. As fuck. We've been over this.

E: Speed and endurance, Rose. I can run for… well, hours if need be. I don’t know how well you can do with that.

R: I ran from this room to the window I escaped from in record time, and besides I have… Decent endurance, not great but good enough.

E: If we’re talking about speed with escaping, I carried you from Mai’s office all the way outside.

R: I… Probably could have ran. Also, didn't she literally say there was a window open?

E: Er… yeah. I just… didn’t want to leave without causing some damage.

R: Anyway… Second promise. I promise you, either both of us are getting out or neither of us are.

E: That’s… again, yeah, that’s a little fair. But… Hm.

R: I'm not leaving any more family behind.

E: … Alright.

R: Y'know even if you don't think you deserve escape, Which I can tell dude… Experience… You do deserve that.

E: How the fuck–

R: Edgar, I tried 37 fucking times before I got out… I have felt like I didn't deserve to escape more times than I can count.

E: Yeah, you’re… you’re right.

R: If you ever doubt that fact, remember something A… Woman much wiser than me said… Have to switch it a little bit though…

[Rose coughs.]

R: Despite everything… You're still my dad Edgar, NOTHING will ever change that.

E: I… Thank you.

R: Of course, ugh… Feels nice… Finally talking to someone about everything…

E: Yeah, it feels great to talk about shit like that, but it’s really easy to forget that. I would know a lot about that last bit.

R: Hm yeah… When we get back you should uh, probably talk to Mari about taking a break from planning for a day. They literally have not slept since you got back.

E: I’ll talk to them.

R: Yeah um… Also, S- [Long pause.] Sparrow needs to talk with you.

E: Thanks for letting me know.

R: Yeah, um… Do you just want to talk about stuff? I uh, have a game I really liked when I was a kid.

E: Hm… maybe, yeah. I don’t know. What’s the game you liked?

R: Super mario RPG for the super nintendo.

E: Huh, I’ve never heard of that.

R: IT'S REALLY FUN! LIKE REALLY REALLY FUN!

E: Oh? I’d love to play it sometime, then! Maybe we could do a playthrough together!

R: They made a remake on the console thingy Ness bought me… But I didn't get to play it before y'know…

[Rose's hand pops into frame to sarcastically point at the mall.]

R: THIS.

E: Haha, yeah… when we get out, we can play it together.

R: It'll be fun, maybe I can play half-life. I actually think Mari said something about buying it on my computer I think…

E: Wait, really?

R: Yeah! Something about it being free?

E: That’s awesome! I didn’t know that was a thing at all!

R: You can play it if you want? In all honesty you might have more luck getting my computer away from Sparrow then I do.

E: That would be great, actually.

R: Cool, I'll ask Peony about it when we get bac- ACTUALLY… That’s something I wanted to ask you about, do you trust Peony? I mean… I do, but after everything that happened?

E: I… trust them if Sparrow does.

R: Fair… I just… I'm glad the kid is happy.

E: Same here.

R: I… Hm nevermind…

[Rose sighs seemingly upset.]

E: What’s up?

R: Cassidy tried fighting against the mask on the island…

E: Oh.

R: I just… I want to help her… I know I can't but I want to.

E: We’ll figure something out.

R: I… Sparrow told Delilah, they didn't want to lose you like they lost Cassidy…

E: … Ah… Um.

R: Yeah… I just… I know what it's like to leave a sibling behind… I don't want Sparrow to go through that even if they aren't siblings by blood.

E: Mhm…

R: On a happier note, Ness bought you something for when you get out, she bought it around the time Will found you in the tunnels I think…

E: Really? What?

R: Got you new head rests for the car, and also a bunch of doctor pepper.

E: Aw, that’s nice of her.

R: Yeah… Hm…

E: I… huh.

R: What’s up?

E: Is it really that simple? Just… ask someone to talk and then… do that?

R: I mean, yeah… Sometimes. Why do you ask?

E: I guess I just never realized that.

R: Took me a while to figure it out… I uh, did you wanna talk?

E: … maybe later.

R: Ok… Hm… Ugh.

[Rose can be heard headbutting the metal desk, seemingly out of annoyance.]

E: Hey, let’s not do that, alright? You’re going to hurt yourself.

R: She's under that mask dad… Cassidy is still there, and there is nothing any of us can do… Makes me feel useless…

E: [A sigh.] I get that. We’ll figure it out. I promise we’ll help her.

R: I… We have to figure something out… please…

E: We will.

R: Ok… I uh… Sorry… For getting you caught up in the middle of my stuff with Emi…

E: Don’t apologize, Rose. It’s fine. I’d rather be caught up in this than not be, because this way, I can help you.

R: [Muffled.] You're the best dad an idiot like me could've asked for.

E: Hey, you’re not an idiot. Don’t say that about yourself. You’re smarter than a lot of people I’ve met. Negative self talk is not going to fly anymore.

R: I got my arm ripped off thinking my sister was still alive… A smart person wouldn't do that.

E: Yes, but a grieving person would. You weren’t in a good state of mind. You’re okay, Rose. You’re not dumb, you’re not a screw-up. You’re my fucking daughter, and I wouldn’t want anyone else but you to have that spot.

R: I…

[Rose can be heard beginning to cry once again, the tears seemingly not going to stop for a while.]

R: [Crying, this lasts for the rest of the transcript.] Thank you… Thank you dad…

E: It’s no problem, if you ever need that reminder again, I’ll be right here.

R: Yeah I uh… Fucking hell…

E: Hold on. [A pause.] Oh, you’re kidding.

R: W- What?

E: Transcript light.

R: GOD DAMNIT, END TRANSCRIPT.

[Transcript ended.]

#((OOC) TW blood) #((OOC) ask to tag) #showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog #rose

[karizard-ao3]

Eren as the headless horseman? Sleepy Hollow? Modern au? I’m beyond invested, I have so many questions

First of all, you casually mentioned he rides a motorcycle and this feels illegal, because the idea of Eren doing that is very very hot. Imagine that’s how he drives to school, he takes Mikasa back home everyday with her arms around his torso.

And then ok, Eren is the type of evil maniac to hatch a plan to scare off his romantic rival as the headless horseman. But what’s the context? A Halloween costume party? He’s so smug and proud of himself as the guy flees away, screaming, never to be close to Mikasa again.

But just imagine Mikasa catching him. It all makes sense. The motorcycle, and she even saw Eren carving out the pumpkin, careful to make the most frightening face possible and kinda failing. She unmasks her headless horseman, maybe? A bit exasperated at his antics?

I’m just making things up as I go, a totally defer to your judgment, I just need some more sleepy hollow content! :) Btw I think the character that most resembles Ichabod is pre timeskip Armin, nerdy and all, but I think we can agree it would be weird, and it’s even funnier to imagine a guy like Jean running away screaming from Eren wearing a pumpkin in his head, chasing him on a bike in the middle of the night

I agree about Armin but for two things: Ichabod is verrrrrry superstitious and he's a glutton. These are two of his defining personality traits and I just don't think Armin fits the bill in that respect. But I'm on board shoving those qualities on Jean, so let's go!

I'm thinking Eren and Mikasa have a situationship and she cannot get him to pick up the hint that she wants to make it official. Yes, she could ask him but he's so hard to read (comes up to greet her, touches her lower back, then says, "Hey, pal") that she doesn't want to make a fool of herself in case she is misreading his feelings for her.

Enter Jean.

Ichabod is a school teacher, so let's have Jean in a role like that. I don't want to make him a professor because if that was the case I'm sure Eren would just get him fired, so let's say he's a teaching assistant because there's more of a gray area. Now, in the story Ichabod is really more in love with Katrina's wealth then with her. Although she is very beautiful and he appreciates that. With this in mind, let's say that Mikasa is also very wealthy. She is the air to the a z u m a b i t o Fortune and she's really just in school studying French literature or whatever for kicks. So, j e a n starts sniffing around and m i k a s a sees the opportunity to make e r e n jealous and maybe get him to finally admit whether or not he loves her or feels romantically towards her at all.

She starts shunning e r e n in favor of flirting with Jean and he is in hell. He hates that stupid ass hole and he wants him out of the picture so he can get his girl back!

And that's how we get to the Halloween party. I'm not sure if teaching assistants can go to student Halloween parties but that's probably also gray area so Jean is there, e r e n is there, and m i k a s a is there. This whole time, m i k a s a didn't really think that Jean was doing more than flirting with her and if he was, she didn't think it would really come to anything since, again, he's a teaching assistant and she doesn't think he would ask her out until he was no longer the teaching assistant in her class and by that point she's hoping she'll be going out with Eren.

Thus, she is quite nonplussed when Jean approaches her at the Halloween party and confesses his love for her. She is not sure what to do but in the end she tells him that she is simply not interested because she has feelings for someone else. E r e n doesn't know any of this because he is too busy scheming on how to get j e a n out of his hair. Since it's a Halloween party, everyone has been telling ghost stories and things of that nature and e r e n has ascertained that Jean is actually pretty f****** scared of ghosts. He is excited to hear this information and begins to improvise a plan. For his costume you I'm going to say he dressed up as a scarecrow with a pumpkinhead. He decides that his best course of action is to use the super normal to terrify John and scare him away from campus. He wants him to drop out of school because he's so terrified. E r e n goes ahead and tells his own ghost story all about the headless dean that roams their University at night and terrorizes students. He's not actually Super creative so this is already a campus folktale, if you will there was in fact a Dean who was decapitated under what are considered to be mysterious circumstances and so the students do like to talk about how he rides around and terrorizes people as he searched for the man who cut off his head. J e a n was not familiar with this legend because he got his undergraduate at a different school and is doing his graduate work here and it's his first year and so he had no idea that there was this school legend he is very freaked out and is already nervous when he has to walk through the campus after dark so he is not looking forward to having to leave this party, which is at a frat on campus or something. I don't know. He's going to have to walk through campus to get back to his apartment basically.

He figures, though, that if his confession to Mikasa works out he might be able to just go home with her and avoid having to go through campus at all. Unfortunately, she does turn him down and so he finds that not only is he going to have to walk through campus to get home he is leaving the party a lot earlier than any of the guests and so there's going to be no one else out when he is.

While he's walking.. actually, no. He borrows a scooter from someone so he can get through campus faster. So while he's scooting through campus he hears the roar of a motorcycle. He does not know if the headless Dean rides a motorcycle but when the rider appears in front of him headless and wearing a suit with his head on the handlebars in front of him he can only assume that it is the headless Dean and he's come for him. He is terrified. He's scootering as fast as he can, desperate to make it home but a scooter is no match for a motorcycle and mysterious figure. Eventually Jean gets cornered and the biker throws his head at Jean. J e a n screams he falls off of his scooter, he is weeping. Blessedly, the biker then Rides away and Jean is safe. No one sees him again. They find his school bag which he dropped in his escape and they find the shattered remains of a Jack O'Lantern nearby and it is just this huge mystery. Why no one thinks to look him up on social media and see what he's up to I don't know. I guess no one really cares that much. Or maybe it's just so much fun to pretend that he was killed under mysterious circumstances that no one wants to be proven wrong. What we do know is that Eren, who went missing from the party for a little while, reappears again and goes up to Mikasa and gives her that kind of Kiss where it almost knocks her over and he's got to hold her up with his arm. Basically he dips her. Then he says, you're my girlfriend now, and they live happily ever after.

Eventually, people do start to wonder what happened to Dean and someone runs into him out and about and discovers that he did indeed finish his degree at a different college and if he's now doing whatever he's doing with it and he got married and he has a nice family and everything is great but they still prefer the idea that he disappeared because of a ghost on Halloween and so that's what they choose to believe.

I'm writing this with voice to text while I get ready for work so please forgive any misspellings or gross errors or anything like that. I am at the mercy of my smart phone's limited intelligence and do not have the time for a quality edit.

#eremika #ask me things #my asks #answered asks #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #eremika au #the legend of sleepy hollow au #headless horseman #eren as brom bones #mikasa as katrina von tassel #modern legend of sleepy hollow au #eremika headcanons

[the12thnightproject]

A Mitsunari Night's Dream Chapter 30: The Waystation

Three timelines intersect and Katsuko encounters another version of herself. And then... another.

Chapter Excerpt:

I could hear the man’s footsteps coming closer, as he confidently glided around the perimeter of the room. He paused, right by the trunk I was hiding behind.

I held my breath, refusing to move, preparing to strike if he threatened me.

But instead, the man leaned over and stared into my face with an expression of surprise. “How did you get over here so fast?”

Before I could react, he took hold of my hand and helped me to my feet. The light from the entry haloed his face, a vaguely familiar profile. I had seen him before… somewhere?

Behind me… the whistle of a sword, as Mitsunari jumped to his feet. “Let go of her.”

The man reacted instantly, pushing me behind him, then said, “Ishida Mitsunari.” He looked back down at me, as if he wasn’t sure what to make of me. Then he pushed the sleeve of my kimono up and examined my arm. “And you are not my-”

“Got it!” The room turned a warm amber as the lantern light filled the space. The woman stood in the entry, looking at us all. And she was…

Me?

Mitsunari made a strangled noise, and the man let me go.

I couldn’t move  – I could only stare at the me who was not me. We were both wearing similarly cut kimonos, although hers was darker than mine. There was also – I thought for a moment to find the right word – a serenity, yes, serenity about her, despite the startled look on her face – a look that I was sure was reflected on mine. “Oh hell.” She raised the lantern a bit higher, illuminating the scene. “Are we in the wrong timeline?”

“How?” The man strolled to her side and put his arm around her waist. “We didn’t go through either wormhole.”

I finally managed to break my trance and scooted backward until I bumped up against Mitsunari. If there was any timeline jumping going on, then I was going to be doing it with him. He put his hand on my shoulder and held on tight, apparently of the same mind. Or maybe he simply wanted to reassure himself that I was real.

I sort of needed that reassurance myself.

The awkward silence was finally broken, not by any of us, but by a sound above – that of people walking across the ceiling.

We all looked up.

“That better be a Sasuke,” the me who was not me said, even as all four of us readied our weapons, just in case.

Then a trap door in the ceiling opened and two ninjas stared down at us.

One of them was definitely Sasuke, and I relaxed a bit at the familiar figure. Even so, the surreal events of the day were enough motivation for me to keep my hand on my sword. Maybe it was Sasuke’s evil twin – at this point anything was possible. Maybe the not-me was my evil twin?

Although there was clearly a rope ladder available, both ninjas leaped gracefully into the room. Sasuke removed his mask.

He bowed to the other me, and the tall man. “Katsu, Lord Shingen. It is a pleasure to encounter you both again, though I’m aware you might not say the same.” He turned to Mitsunari and I, then bowed again. “Mitsunari, Okatsu, I’m happy to make your acquaintance.”

“Sasuke, we just saw each other two days ag-.” I sighed, remembering what the other me had said. “That wasn’t you, was it? Two Sasukes. Two of me.”

“Three.” Mitsunari bowed to the as-yet-silent other ninja. “Three Okatsus. I told you. She has your eyes.”

“I thought you recognized me that day.” The ninja, or kunoichi, took off her balaclava. Mitsunari was right, this was another me – although unmasked, no one would confuse her with myself or ‘Katsu’ because this woman had chin length hair that was dyed purple, and I was instantly jealous because I had always wanted to do that to my hair.

“Well, at least now I know how I would look with that haircut.” I didn’t realize I had said it out loud, until Katsu murmured, “Indeed,” causing the tall man – Lord Shingen – to tangle his fingers in her long ponytail. “You’d look lovely in any style, but I confess I love the way you have it now.”

They smiled at each other, almost as if they had retreated into their own world. Mitsunari watched them with the expression he normally reserved for reading a new book, before turning to me. “I would always know you, Okatsu, no matter what color your hair – but will someone please explain why there are three of you when you don’t have any sisters.”

Link to complete chapter:

@arrthurpendragon

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku fanfic #fanfic #ikesen mitsunari #ikemen mitsunari #mitsunari ishida #ikesen shingen #ikesen sasuke #ocfairygodmother #oc community #ocapp #ocappreciation #ao3 link #ikesen fanfic #cybird ikemen #cybird ikemen series

[icharchivist]

Icha just knows all of the A3 songs

All of them

Do you have an all-time favorite though or do you love them in rotation?

DMKFJDMFLF WELL. WELL!!

i love so many a3 songs it's unreal, but i admit i didn't keep much up to date with the latest songs released

i do have some old time favorite though yes! thanks for asking!

for a certain explanation: A3 is about a theater troupes. Character Solo and Troupe Songs are all songs about the characters themselves, while the Duet are in-characters song from the plays they feature. However each play is meant to deepen the characterization of the lead actors playing the characters and reflect a bit on their arcs

Scarlet Game by Hisoka (Junta Terashima) and Chikage (Wataru Hatano)

this is one of my most listened song of all time lmao

A Sherlock Holmes/Moriarty play, where both of the main player are played by adopted brothers who used to be estranged because they lived in a very toxic environment that costed the life of their elder brother, after one of the two almost destroyed the life of the other out of grief before realizing he was betraying his only family left.

This song is so good and also they're two of my favorite characters ever.

Shoutai by Azuma (Tetsuya Kakihara) and Tasuku (Takuya Sato)

also one of my favorite.

A lonely vampire who was found by a regular salary man as he was weak, who ended up living with him and feeding on him, using him, only to realize that he was starting to feel affection for the man who wanted to help him out of this loneliness, begging him to turn him into a vampire to follow him in this lonely life, until the vampire decides it's time to walk away so his friend can actually live fully, while the human promises he'll find him back no matter what. Beautiful song, mirroring Azuma's fear of getting close to people while also being desperate to hold on to them even though he keeps self isolating, and Tasuku's desperate attempt at actually supporting Azuma while also helping him out of his episodes when he suddenly pushes everyone away.

Unmask by Guy (Hino Satoshi) and Tsumugi (Tamaru Atsushi) 4th Winter Troupe Play

A Phantom of the Opera song, used mostly for Guy to reflect on the way he's been deshumanized to the point he fully shut himself off from emotions, and how his troupe reached back to him. Tsumugi also can relate to Christine but this is a deeper conversation to have ahah

The Contract by Taichi (Hama Kento) and Tsumugi (Tamaru Atsushi)

Selling your soul to the fallen angel Lucifer has never been hotter. A song reflecting on how those two characters were used and mentally manipulated in a very bad place by the leader of a troupe called the God troupe -- a troupe its formers members are described as "they were promised heaven but they only ended up in hell."

.... someone with knowledge of the saga will point out that those are all songs involving Winter Troupe members and listen. I can't help it. They fucking came to me.

but to be more fair with songs from other troupes:

Just For Myself by Omi (Kentarou Kumagai) and Taichi (Kento Hama)

A lone wolf in the apocalypse ending up charged with protecting an optimist girl who escaped experiments made on her, slowly learning to accept others people in his life. Mirroring Omi's difficult past and difficulty letting go of things that had happened to him, and Taichi's boundless optimism despite having been used the way he's been before.

Usotsuki wa Mahou no Hajimari, by Chikage (Wataru Hatano) and Sakuya (Koudai Sakai)

A Wizard of Oz themed song. A swindler fooling the whole world he came to to use them until he could leave, only to realize he ended up carrying about the people he intended to leave behind, who would believe in him no matter what. Reflecting Chikage's original bad intentions for the company and Sakuya's boundless optimism for Chikage to feel like family to this troupe.

Other honorable mentions. -The Pride of the Knights, Arthurian Knights themed song with Itaru (Shintarou Asanuma) and Chikage (Wataru Hatano)

-Es No Yuutsu, a detective story featuring Homare (Toshiyuki Toyonaga) and Hisoka (Junta Terashima)

-STEP, a ballet inspired song featuring Tasuku (Takuya Sato) and Homare (Toshiyuki Toyonaga)

-Bouquet, flowershop AU featuring Hisoka (Junta Terashima) and Tsumugi (Tamaru Atsushi)

-Meteor Trail, aiming for the moon and find yourself on the way, featuring Chikage (Wataru Hatano) and Tsuzuru (Koutarou Nishiyama)

-Q to Ju, the second song from the Sherlock Holmes play, Watson vs Moran, played by two brothers, Kumon (Tasuku Hatanaka) and Juza (Shunsuke Takeuchi)

-RESPAWN, a zombie apocalypse, featuring Azami (Seiya Konishi) Banri (Chiharu Sawashiro)

-Ichiya Kagiri No Aibou, a Noir Mafia Buddy song featuring Banri (Chiharu Sawashiro) and Juza (Shunsuke Takeuchi)

-Susume Pirate, a lighthearted pirate story, featuring Misumi (Daisuke Hirose) and Muku (Yoshitaka Yamaya)

-Omoide no Nejimaki, a sad story of an alchemist and his creation as they learn humanity, friendship, and a tragic end with a promise of reunion one day, featuring Tsuzuru (Koutarou Nishiyama) and Citron (Masashi Igarashi)

-Exciting Charmer, a sport story about having the strength to go back to what you used to love and enjoy your youth, featuring Kumon (Tasuku Hatanaka) and Tenma (Eguchi Takuya)

-Continuation of the Grand Stay, which is one of the story i didn't actually read but the song slaps so hard, featuring Azuma (Tetsuya Kakihara) and Guy (Satoshi Hino)

-Yoi no Mikazuki, which i also didn't read the story of but i really like, featuring Citron (Masashi Igarashi) and Guy (Satoshi Hino)

-Professional, it's the second song for this specific play, specifically the song of the antagonists in a fashion show. Featuring Masumi (Shirai Yusuke) and Tenma (Eguchi Takuya)

ok the list got out of hands and i'm not done but this should be quicker

Troupe highlights:

ONE X ONE, Autumn Troupe's first act song

Home, Spring Troupe's anime song.

Thawing, Winter Troupe's anime song

and Solo songs

From Spring: -Real Luck, Itaru's second solo (Asanuma Shintaro), or when a geek finally feels like he belongs somewhere thanks to the luck of discovering a new family

-Storyteller , Tsuzuru's second solo (Koutaro Nishiyama), or when the writer of the company discovers more about himself

-Petenshi no Yuutsu, Chikage's first solo (Wataru Hatano), or when the liar who came to destroy them all as he lashes out from his trauma is finally reflecting on who he is...

-SEEDs, Chikage's second solo (Wataru Hatano), and how this same liar finally found his place in this family despite his sins

From Summer:

-Natsu no Dilemma, Tenma's first solo (Eguchi Takuya), or when the perfectionist wonders if he has lost a bit of himself along the way

-MINORITY, Yuki's first solo (Shunichi Toki), or when you're considered an outcast just for being who you wanted to be and that you just want to learn to love yourself

-Seiten no Sinker, Kumon's first solo (Tasuku Hatanaka), or when chronic illness makes everything you loved doing so far away

-Yuukei no Catchball, Kumon's second solo (Tasuku Hatanaka), and when you can overcome it with proper support and embrace what you love still

From Autumn:

-Super Ultra Easy Mode, Banri's first solo (Chiharu Sawashiro), or when everything comes so easy to you that why even bother?

-re:Portrait, Banri's second solo (Chiharu Sawashiro), and the realization that pure passion will give you actually something to look forward to in life

-Living the Dream, Taichi's first solo (Kento Hama), or when you sell your soul for a dream, only to finally find people who want to help you and not use you instead.

-Gaki Atsukai, Azami's first solo (Seiya Konishi), or trying to figure out your future between expectations and dreams and no longer wanting to be treated like a child.

From Winter:

-Keyword, Tsumugi's first solo (Tamaru Atsushi), or trying to find yourself back after you lost your way

-Cross Line, Tsumugi's second solo (Tamaru Atsushi), and managing to move forward with your passion after having been terrified to do so

-Beyond the Wall, Tasuku's first solo (Takuya Sato), a direct response to Keyword, and the promise to not let misunderstanding get in the way of the bonds that are important to you.

-Traumerei to Kuhaku, Hisoka's first solo (Junta Terashima), or the disconnect from the world or an amnesiac, seeing yourself in an haze, terrified to learn about the things you forgot, and wondering if you can allow yourself to accept the love you're being given

-Nachtmusik to Hakugetsu, Hisoka's second solo (Junta Terashima), and dealing with the aftermath of waking up and remembering, grieving, and what is now in front of you, and accepting this love

-Kiteretsu Poemer, Homare's first solo (Toshiyuki Tonoyaga), or the plea of a passionate poet, who wants to love and connect with others while feeling paralyzed by his lack of empathy and the fear of hurting instead of helping

-Emotion, Homare's second solo (Toshiyuki Tonoyaga), and realizing that you can actually experience all of those emotions and will have the support system you need and you don't need to "fix" yourself, you will just learn as you go, from the good and the bad

-DEFRAGMENTATION, Guy's first solo (Satoshi Hino) (translation here), or coping with the ultimate form of deshumanization....

-For Your Journey ~The Bar's Secret, Guy's second solo (Satoshi Hino) and reclaiming your own humanity and future, and setting yourself in this journey of personal growth

OTHERS MISC:

-Theater of Eternity, by Reni (Ryoutarou Okiayu), the main antagonist's song, which just slaps. listen. I don't have something clever to say about everyone.

-Nitou Joutou, by Haruto, (Mitsuhiro Ichiki), one of the first antagonist of the story, ex friend of Tasuku, always Number Two. Honestly mostly linking this one because its seiyuu is Icarus's va in Gbf, which you may also know as "the honorary skyfarer", aka the VA who was invited to every fest before he even played a role in GBF because he is one of the most dedicated fan and player of Granblue.

so yknow i started this ask thinking "i can keep it short i don't like THIS many songs) but then well. well. Things went out of my hands. I'm sorry. or not.

Honestly just go with the vibes of the descriptions for what you'd want to try out.

.... but maybe knowing Hisoka, Chikage and Azuma are my favorite characters would indicate a lot for you. And the Winter Troupe is my fav troupe.

Or looking for characters sharing seiyuu in a3, here's a good idea.

.... yeah i'm sorry, i swear it's not all the songs, but, you know,,,

THE MORE YOU KNOW thanks for letting me ramble.

#ichareply #anonymous #ichafantalks a3 #'im going to keep it short' and top ten lies i still try to tell myself

[ormspryde]

So I posted that mildly creepy redraw of Damuron the other day and someone of my acquaintance suggested that they might like to see an AU where Raven came back wrong. Apparently I didn't get enough horror stuff in October (and I DEFINITELY didn't create enough horror stuff in October) so my little brainmeats have been rotating this concept around and around for the last bit. Here's what I came up with. (I dunno how coherent it is but here goes)

As in canon, after the disaster that was the Great War, Alexei is desperate for experienced knights. Unfortunately for him, they're in short supply, so he hits on the admittedly desperate solution of ancient black magic - trying to bring back the dead, after gathering and preserving with blastia the intact corpses of his men who died in the War.

Necromancy was been illegal in the Empire for at least a century and it's not easy to create the rituals necessary, but Alexei is a driven man, as in canon. But drive isn't enough; when he begins his gruesome task, he finds that there was some unknown component, unmentioned or lost from the moldering texts he uses for reference, turning his task from something that has a reasonable chance of succeeding to what amounts to a luck-based mission.

Day after day he tries his luck, in both necromancy and evading a law most people have forgotten the purpose for, but he only succeeds twice; once with Yeager, and once with Damuron.

Alexei remembers none of what happened while bringing them back, his mind having blocked it out to protect his already damaged sanity. Trying to probe the blank spot in his memories only makes him recall a terrible screaming and thinking about it too long makes him have a panic attack - not optimal when you're a commandant.

After having life forced back upon him, Damuron is greatly changed from what he once was. He came back, yes, but something came with him, a nameless entity that, at first, is content to simply slumber in its resting form, a black orb replacing the blastia gem that Alexei had prepared to power his heart blastia. Occasionally it emits a bit of smoke from beneath the bandages.

His skin has become tinged with grey, his eyes went from blue-green to a poisonous-looking green, and his hair got darker, with white streaks running through it. He speaks now with a flanged effect, as if something else is speaking under his own voice. Completely apart from all that, his presence now unsettles the weak-willed, and he can see and speak with the dead.

Remaking him into Captain Schwann is more difficult than in canon; he wears a mask that suppresses the flanging effect in his voice, though it still comes out if he yells, and a helmet that covers his hair. Because of all this, most people assume that he was deeply scarred in the Great War, and he lets them think this because he hates that idea less than what's actually happened to him.

When Alexei sends him to spy on Don Whitehorse, creating another disguise is as simple as unmasking himself and being what he now is.

As Raven, he finds his day-to-day existence far more tolerable and less oppressive than that he lives as Schwann, even though people find his appearance creepy until they get to know him. Whitehorse ends up giving him a colorful outfit 'before ya give someone a heart attack sneakin' up on 'em, ya creepy bastard' (affectionate). He learns to deflect his appearance by cracking bad jokes and acting silly, kind of like a creepy jester. He's also less of a dirty old man than in canon, because he tried it once and was treated like he was disgusting for it. Does it get out in Dahngrest that he can see the dead? I haven't decided.

At some point, going between Zaphias and Dahngrest, he's attacked and it goes badly until the entity sleeping in his blastia wakes and something takes over his body, transforming him into a four-legged being with claws and fangs and multiple sets of eyes - and worse, a will of its own that he can only barely control.

He finds being ridden by this unknown being terrifying, and he resolves to use this new power as sparingly as his own willpower allows. In addition, he is far more unsettling in his transformed shape, horrifying all but the strongest-willed people.

I might write some more about this, I dunno. Also I really kinda want to know what the hell happened to Yeager, if this is what Raven got stuck with.

#fanfic #fanart #tales of vesperia #raven vesperia #au #alternate universe #came back wrong #undead #creepy bastard #I love him so much #still gotta draw him as Schwann #he's not malicious #just creepy #knowing myself this'll still end up as yuraven #man I wanna write more of this

[amuseoffyre]

I need to be awake and brain for this, but it’s after midnight, I ate too much baklava and now I’m sugar-silly and having thoughts about the difference between Stede and Ed’s variations of masking.

For those who aren’t familiar, masking is basically a social survival skill adopted by a lot of neurodiverse people to stop us getting bullied/beaten on/worse. It has varying degrees of success, depending on how well someone manages to mask to blend in with “normal behaviour” aka accepted neurotypical modes of behaviour.

In my mind, Stede is autistic and Ed has ADHD. There is a lot of overlap between them as well as a lot of fun and messy contradiction (try being very specific about pre-sleep check-all-the-things routines while also having the attention span of a small concussed puppy. It is... challenging).

For Stede, the paradox that is the upper class was a prison that stifled absolutely everything about him. There are unwritten rules - many of which seem pointless, outdated and meaningless - but if you don’t follow them correctly, there are repercussions. There are binary lines drawn around gender, where you can have all the wealth and land, but if you pick flowers you are a target. Emotions were seen as weakness, even to the degree of your wife being aware of you crying.

For someone who is inclined to be literal and direct as Stede is, being caught in this whirligig of the unsaid, the implicit, the subtext, is a nightmare. He play-acts as much as he can, behaving as a gentlemen should, but every so often, his true self slips out. He has to hide the things he loved for fear of being chastised. So he does. He closes down. He’s treading water and little more. Hell, when he’s clearly depressed and unable to handle it anymore, he runs away because he can’t face the conflict that will come from addressing it all.

At the opposite end of the the social spectrum, you have Ed who has been raised in a culture of abuse and violence his entire life, told that he’s doomed to be poor and shown that the only way to keep yourself from being hurt is to make sure you’re too big and too loud and too fierce and too savage to be beaten down.

Ed never had a chance to work out who he was himself because he had to match everyone around him. He became a social chameleon to keep himself alive and safe. He code-switches wildly, depending on who he’s talking to and when. He makes himself the biggest and the boldest around other pirates, with dramatic flourishes, big grand displays of how smart he is and doing his damnedest not to let anyone see it slip to the point he’s juggling a dozen perceptions of who he is. Izzy describes him as “half-mad”, Ivan and Fang idolise him, half the Revenge’s crew is terrified of him and Calico Jack treats him like a feral drunk frat brother. Even Stede gets Ed’s performative behaviour because “we have to make a good impression”.

Which means it’s a big shift when Stede is the first person to see behind Ed’s mask with the bath tub encounter and Ed freaks out about it and plans to leave the very next episode. Being seen, to him, is weakness and terrifying, especially when he isn’t sure wtf he’s doing in this situation or where it’s going. When your entire perception of your identity is built off the reflections of the people around you, what are you meant to do when someone holds up a mirror and says “yes, but what about you? are you all right?”

It makes me very excited for the potential for S2 because Stede has finished his personal journey arc: he worked out who he is, who he wants to be, and has chosen to go and live the life he wants, unmasked and free.

But Ed? Ed’s journey is yet to come. We’ve seen fragments of it, Ed-the-sailor, Ed-the-lyricist, Ed-the-grieving, Ed-the-furious. He’s never had the chance to work out which of those bits he is and which of them are just reflections of other people. I’m looking forward to him figuring things out. And oh lord, I’m hoping for full beardie Ed rocking around in fluffy jimjams and a sword, because he likes a good maim, but no reason he can’t do it in fluffy jimjams.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd meta

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Hi! May I have a headcanon for Ace, Coby and Corazon react to their female s/o who wears lingerie while sleeping? 👀💦💦

authors note: hello <3 my , what a delightful request! i hope you enjoy what i whipped up ;; 

SOMEWHAT NSFW / OVERALL SUGGESTIVE CONTENT. do not read if it makes you uncomfortable <3

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Coby x F! Reader , Reacting to Lingerie Headcanons

• Coby is excited but anxious to share a bed with you for the first time. I mean, who wouldn’t be? He knows its all just to sleep, yes... But he can’t stop having dirty thoughts plague his mind. He feels incredibly guilty over it! How dare he think of you in that manner...And those thoughts are definitely amplified when you walk into the room.

• The way the lingerie is snug around every curve of your body, the beautifully crafted lace covering only a bit of your body. Coby feels as if he’s going to faint any moment now! What were you wearing...? Had- had you also been thinking of lewd things?

• Coby does his best to not stare, nor make his interest in your body too apparent. So, essentially, he’s craned a whole 180 degrees, avoiding you at all costs. And if anything, that makes the situation worse, as you start getting close to him, asking what was wrong. Coby does his best to ignore the softness of your breasts against him, using all will power to not get ‘excited’.

• Its easy to read him through his motions. As soon as you notice Coby is getting aroused, you’re quick to tease him and give him affection. Coby can’t do anything but stammer and blush as you’re quick to be all over him, the straps of your lingerie slowly slipping down your shoulders from all the sudden movement you did. Coby tries to move, telling you that you two should sleep, stalling time by talking about how late it is. But you can tell Coby isn’t thinking of sleeping, with the help of a bulge peeking up from beneath the blankets.

• Once you point out the evident reaction Coby has to your clothing, he quickly covers his face, letting out soft whimpers and apologies. Coby feels awful for that..! He should be able to control himself, regardless of what you sleep in. Even after you quickly reassure your lover, he still feels guilty. Cobys heart is too big for his own good!

• You two end up not doing a whole lot of sleeping that night, the ribbons and lace of your lingerie far from the bed once you two wake up. Coby may have been hesitant before but he certainly doesn’t have any regrets after… But he won’t admit that! Too shy…

Corazon x F! Reader , Reacting to Lingerie Headcanons

• Cora can’t help but blush as he comes home to see you in lingerie. The way the mesh white lace and ribbons highlighted your frame made him feel all hot and bothered. Yet, he says hello as if he isn’t fighting animalistic lust that was rotting his brain. You always sleep in clothes like that! I mean, usually it’s just a plain bra and underwear… Tonight was different, then? Corazon couldn’t help but wonder.. were you trying to get a ride out of him?

• Corazon is quick to confirm his theory. With how clingy you’re being, hands running all over him, you clearly didn’t have sleeping in mind. But he’s not about to bluntly ask if you’re in the mood, no. He isn’t the type to be so upfront. Plus… part of him enjoyed seeing you try so hard at arousing him.

• He’ll make sure to be a bit teasing with you. But Corazon won’t do that so easily, he’ll play dumb. Wether it be speaking in a husky and attractive tone on ‘accident’ or his lips ‘accidentally’ hitting your neck when he hugs you. Cora likes when you make the first move and with how this situation is, you asking wouldn’t just be romantic but it’s be adorable. Corazon loves when you ask him for such a thing, he likes to service you at your own call.

• Once you finally ask for him and the sweet release of your own sexual frustration. Corazon is quick to cling to you, showering you in love and praise. You two don’t get a ton of alone time. So, every time you two act intimately, he’ll drag it out a whole lot, but in a good way! Corazon will kiss every inch of your body, covering your skin in his scarlet red lipstick, singing out loving praises.

• Prepare yourself for a night in a sea of love. Corazon is sure to be tender and loving aaall night. With how busy he always is with work, he’ll give you a whole lot of attention to make up for his missed presence.

• You remind yourself to buy more lingerie, preferably of more colours he likes. Such as pink and red. But you know in your heart, Corazon would adore any piece of clothing, as long as it was on you.

Ace x F! Reader , Reacting to Lingerie Headcanons

• Ace is certainly the most casual about it out of these three. I mean, man always walks around without a top on, he sees no shame in nudity or revealing nature. But regardless, doesn’t mean he doesn’t find bodies to be sexy, he just doesn’t get too flustered nor shocked when he sees you in such sexual underwear.

• He’s all over you in only a matter of seconds. Not in an embracing way, but he won’t hesitate to grope at you, whistling at the sight of your erotic choice in sleep wear. Ace will definitely compliment, but he won’t sugar coat it, he’ll be blunt about it. Definitely gives your butt a good pat, accompanied with a casual move of tongue, “Nice ass, babe.”

• Ace is quick to get down and dirty, not taking time to appreciate the silk clothing that wrapped up your curves tight like a present. He’s not interested in your underwear, more so what’s in them. Can you really blame him, though? On Christmas Day, do you just stare at the wrapping paper over the gift?

• But Ace isn’t careless, no! He’ll take everything off with care, letting his large hands slip off every stitch of fabric, unmasking your most sacred parts. It’s satisfying to tease you that way, being so painfully slow with undressing you… Maybe extra clothing is good for one thing and one thing only, teasing. Ace loves hearing you whine at how slow his hands work the clothing off.

• The night is certainly full of endless fun, round after round waits ahead for you! It’s almost a blur once you wake up, feeling so good you could swear such an experience was only existent in dreams…

• Once you ask Ace what he thought of your lingerie, he’ll look at you like you’re an idiot. “What lingerie?“ He asks only to be met with a light hearted punch and scolding. You didn’t spend over fifty berries for Ace to not even notice nor like it! What a moron….!

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