#but if dream is the one who provide it then i'm sold

[wholoveseggs]

Warmth

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

This is just a smutty little thing about being in an arraigned marriage to a certain original vampire. This is the first thing I've ever posted so please be nice :)

{Part Two} {Part Three} thanks for all the love ❤️ If you rather read this on Ao3- Link is here

5k words - No warnings other than smut and mentions of a shitty family.

It's your wedding day, but it feels more like being sold off than a celebration. You're about to marry into the most powerful family in history, but it's not by choice—it's all politics. All you can do is hope that the guy waiting for you at the altar is decent and that somehow, you'll survive whatever comes after "I do."

Part One

You delicately picked at your freshly-manicured nails, your heart pounding in your chest as his sister's circled you, their hands adjusting your dress, hair, and veil.

"Is he a good man?" you whispered nervously, feeling one of them gently pull on your dress, making the low cut of the back align perfectly with your body.

Rebekah gave you a kind smile, applying a touch more blush to your cheeks with a makeup brush. "Yes, dear. He's a good man," she replied.

"He's the best of us, you have nothing to fear," Freya chimed in, taking your hand in a reassuring gesture.

You let out a long sigh as they placed the veil over your head, their satisfied smiles providing some comfort. "You look perfect," Rebekah said, offering a sweet smile. "Welcome to the family."

Walking down the aisle felt like a surreal dream, your heart racing, and time behaving strangely, as if you'd indulged in a bit too much wine. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as you laid eyes on the groom. At least he's handsome, you thought. But fear still gripped your heart; marrying a vampire was one thing, but becoming a part of the family of the most deadly vampires was a whole new level.

Standing across from him, you barely registered the officiant's words as they initiated the ceremony. Up close, he was even more striking with warm brown eyes, a sharp jawline, and a physique that complemented his looks. He gazed down at you with a gentle smile, though there was a hint of sadness in his dark eyes, a reminder that he hadn't desired this union any more than you did.

The vows were recited, their words escaping your consciousness as you mechanically repeated them. He lifted your veil and with a chaste peck on your lips, the marriage was sealed.

At the reception, your new husband mingled with the guests, sealing packs and making deals, laying bare the true intention behind your marriage. You observed his brother taking the stage, silencing the band.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming. I have a special gift for the bride and groom. Since they didn't really have a honeymoon planned, I took it upon myself to help them out. Outside, they'll find a car ready to take them on the adventure of a lifetime," Klaus announced, giving his brother a wicked smile, clapping him on the back in a way that seemed almost malicious. "To the bride and groom!" he cheered, raising his glass in your direction.

All eyes were on you as your husband led you to the car. You didn't recognize a single face in the crowd, but you hadn't expected to. The people who had sold you had gotten what they wanted, and this arrangement was a win-win for them.

You settled into the back seat of the car, the leather sticking to your bare back. You adjusted your white silk dress nervously, and he sat down beside you, his jaw and fists clenched, the tension palpable. You drove in silence for a while, stealing glances at your new husband, his expression stern and unreadable.

Wanting to break the silence, you considered a joke or maybe a compliment about his looks, but instead opted for the safest option. "Hi, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you," you said quietly, extending your hand.

He chuckled slightly, and you appreciated his handsome smile as he took your hand, giving it a gentle shake. "Hello, I'm Elijah," he replied.

You exchanged smiles, and the tension in the car began to dissipate. The street lights reflected in his eyes as the car headed toward an unknown destination.

"Do you know where we are going?" you asked.

"The airport," he responded, gazing out the window with a hint of bitterness.

"Not a fan of flying?" you inquired, trying to discern Elijah's emotions.

"No, it's not that," he sighed softly and placed his hand on yours. "I'm sorry this happened to you. When I began negotiating an alliance with your faction, I didn't know they would require a marriage, I agreed to it for peace." he explained.

You shrugged, attempting to suppress the emotions swirling within you. "They've wanted to get rid of me for a while," you confessed.

Before he could inquire further, you arrived at the airport. A private plane awaited you, and you crossed the windy tarmac in your wedding dress, Elijah shielding you from the chill. You hoped someone had remembered to pack you a change of clothes.

Seated in the plane, the gentle hum of the engines made you instantly drowsy. You reached for a glass of champagne, quickly downing it before pouring another.

Elijah took a seat beside you, selecting a book from a pile on the table. He watched you consume your second glass, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Are you alright?" he inquired.

"No," you admitted, shifting in your seat and closing your eyes.

"Don't like flying?" he teased.

"Hilarious," you replied sarcastically, before turning in your seat, surrendering to sleep before the plane had even taken off.

You awoke to the sound of the arrival announcement. You noticed a warm blanket on you and realized your head was resting on Elijah's shoulder. He smelled faintly of alcohol and nice cologne, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at the sudden intimacy with a stranger, although you supposed he wasn't one anymore.

"Apparently, we're in Canada," he informed you in a soft tone, offering a gentle smile.

"What?" you replied, lifting your head from his shoulder and peering out the window to see nothing but white.

"I suppose my brother's adventure for us involves some cold," he remarked.

The plane touched down, and the pilot's announcement revealed a bone-chilling temperature of -20°C. Panic set in as you realized your thin dress offered no defense against the frigid cold.

"I don't suppose you happen to have a winter coat?" you asked, your tone flat with a hint of desperation.

Elijah calmly removed his suit jacket and handed it to you, offering a warm smile. As he stood in just his dress shirt, concern flashed in your eyes. "It's alright; vampires don't get cold," he reassured you. "Besides, I'll get us to the car quickly.”

He was being humble when he said 'quickly.' He wrapped his arms around you, and in a literal instant, you found yourselves in the warmth of the waiting car, with Elijah in the driver's seat, studying his phone with a furrowed brow.

"It seems our destination is a cottage up a mountain," he said, clearly displeased as he reviewed the itinerary on his phone.

"Not a fan of snow?" you chuckled.

"I'm not a fan of my brother playing games," he replied as he pulled out of the airport.

The drive up the mountain was a strange mix of anticipation and discomfort. The grandeur of nature unfolding around you offered a stark contrast to the peculiar circumstances that had brought you together. You gazed out of the car window, lost in your thoughts.

After a while, it was Elijah who dared to break the silence, his voice carrying a genuine curiosity. "You mentioned your family wanted to get rid of you. Why?" he asked, his eyes shifting briefly from the winding road to you.

Your gaze remained focused on the passing landscape, a mixture of mountain vistas and dense forests. "I wouldn't call them family," you replied, a hint of bitterness in your tone. "They weren't my blood, and they certainly didn't treat me as such. They wanted to get rid of me because I was no longer of value."

Elijah furrowed his brow, seeking to understand. "No longer of value?" he inquired, his voice gentle.

With a deep breath, you began to unravel the unfortunate chapter of your life. "With the human faction, marriage pacts are common. After I lost my parents, they took me in, providing for my clothing, food, and education, with the understanding that, in return, I'd remain pure until they could marry me off," you paused, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment, searching for any hint of judgment. "I didn't remain pure," 

He listened attentively, his warm smile putting you at ease. "Well, you will fit in with my family just fine," he said with a sweet smile. "Purity isn't our thing either. You're free from all that now."

You couldn't help but chuckle bitterly at the irony of the situation. "Out of the frying pan…" you mumbled, a sense of resignation in your words. "I know all about your family. I don't think this will end well for me."

The falling snow whipped past the car windows, obscuring any view beyond. You arrived at the cottage, and you sucked in the cold air as Elijah whisked you inside. He disappeared momentarily before returning with your bags. You sat on the sofa, taking in the place. It was more of a chalet than a cottage, and you couldn't help but shiver in the chilly interior. Elijah noticed.

"I'll gather some firewood," he said, heading outside.

You got up and explored the place, finding some whiskey and taking swigs straight from the bottle as you wandered. Your attention was captured by a sizable record collection, and you began to browse. You found a record you liked and started playing it, swaying to the music in an attempt to warm up.

Elijah returned inside, his arms laden with firewood, determined to make your cold sanctuary warm and cozy. His eyes softened as he noticed your shivering form.

"I'll get a fire going," he said, his voice gentle. He quickly set about arranging the logs, expertly lighting them, transforming the room with the comforting glow and crackle of the flames.

Taking your icy hands in his, he remarked, "Your hands are freezing." He brought you closer to the fire, the warmth seeping into your chilled skin. You couldn't help but be captivated by his kindness and the concern in his eyes.

"You need to warm up," he insisted, his voice a soothing melody.

“You are nicer than I was expecting,” you replied, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

“I know my family's reputation is not great, but you are a part of it now. I want you to know I will always protect you,” he said softly, his words sincere and reassuring.

You nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude for his understanding and genuine care. "I believe you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled you in and held you close, trying to warm you up; you found yourself drawn to him, his charm and sweetness melting your reservations. In that moment, overwhelmed by his kindness, you leaned in and kissed him softly.

When you pulled away, his expression was both surprised and understanding. "You don't have to do that," he said, his tone gentle. "You're not obligated to do anything with me just because of our situation."

His words filled you with a mixture of relief and gratitude. Here was a man, a vampire, who respected your boundaries, a stark contrast to the people who had controlled your life before.

Elijah guided you to the soft rug in front of the crackling fire, arranging the blankets around you to ensure you stayed warm. The bottle of whiskey sat between you, its amber contents promising warmth from the inside out. You extended the bottle to him, a silent invitation to share in the fleeting comfort of alcohol.

You both drank in companionable silence, the warmth from the fire seeping into your bones, the whiskey adding a pleasant haze to the room. As the evening wore on, conversation flowed more freely, and the barriers between you began to dissolve with every shared story and laugh.

Elijah stood and helped you up, his hand finding its way to your waist, and before you knew it, he was leading you in a slow dance, his movements graceful and confident. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, swaying to the music.

"What is this song?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

"It's called bitter sweet symphony,'' you replied, your eyes meeting his. "It's one of my favorites."

He nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on yours. "I like the strings, the whole thing is very melancholic," he observed.

You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on his shoulder. "I find it beautiful. It's a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, don't you think? Even in the face of adversity, we keep going."

He regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. "Something you have a lot of experience in, I gather," he said, his tone appreciative.

"I wouldn't say I'm resilient," you responded modestly, the music guiding your movements. "More like adaptable. Life throws curveballs, and you either adapt or get swept away."

He pulled you closer, the dance now a slow, intimate sway. "Indeed, life has a way of testing us. But it also brings unexpected joys."

The dance continued, a silent conversation unfolding between you, transcending words. As the music wove its spell, you felt a vulnerability and connection with Elijah that surpassed the constraints of your forced union. The walls you had built around yourself began to crumble, and you found solace in the unexpected warmth of his embrace.

A soft smile played on your lips. “You're not the monster they make you out to be," you replied, your words carrying a newfound trust.

Feeling an unspoken longing between you, you reached out, your fingers tracing a delicate path along his jawline, your touch conveying what words couldn't express. His eyes, dark and intense, met yours with understanding, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. You pulled him closer, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss that ignited a spark, setting the room ablaze with desire.

His response to your kiss was a slow, seductive smile that went straight to your core. He gently slid a hand around the back of your neck, his fingers winding in your hair. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

You nodded, your own desire mirrored in your eyes. "Yes," you whispered, placing your hands on his chest.

With a sudden surge of intensity, he lifted you effortlessly, his arms strong and secure as he carried you to the nearby sofa. The room seemed to come alive, dancing with shifting shadows painted by the flickering firelight. He gently set you down on the plush sofa, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You are truly exquisite," he murmured softly, as he carefully peeled your wedding dress away, letting it cascade onto the floor like a waterfall of silk and lace.

"I-I think you're beautiful too," you stammered, your words catching in your throat, feeling the chill creep back in after losing the warmth of your dress. You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly, and began to unbutton his shirt.

His smile remained warm and affectionate as he took your hands, pressing a gentle kiss upon them. With a swift motion, he shed his shirt, and pressed his skin to yours in a tender embrace, an effort to restore the warmth that had been lost. He shifted you so you lay side by side, pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hip, the other hand gently cupping your neck as he kissed you softly.

You lingered there for a while as his hands explored the curves of your body. Your own hands ventured, touching his toned chest and shoulders, marveling at the strength beneath your fingertips.

His lips trailed soft, lingering kisses down your neck, each one a tender declaration of affection. His gentle gestures made you blush, the heat of your cheeks contrasting with the cool air in the room. You couldn't help but giggle from the sheer sweetness of his actions.

His hand glided down between you, his fingertips tracing the sensitive skin just above the edge of your white lace panties. A soft moan escaped your lips, a rush of heat pooling between your legs as his hand ventured beneath the fabric. He began to slowly circle your clit, the hand that rested on your neck pushed your head forward, his lips capturing yours in another gentle kiss.

His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles, their casual dips down to your opening making you moan softly into his mouth. The sensation was exquisite, driving you closer to climax with each subtle movement.

“You make such lovely sounds,” he hummed against your lips, then he dipped a finger inside you.

You let out a low, desperate whine, your hips instinctively rocking into his hand. You closed your eyes and swore under your breath, your voice barely audible, your fingers clutching at his neck as he continued to work his magic with his skillful hand.

He smiled, clearly savoring the way you were unraveling under his touch. He slowly pulled his hand away, leaving you achingly empty for a moment before repositioning you. Suddenly, you found yourself underneath him, your back pressed into the softness of the sofa, desire reflected in his eyes.

He began trailing soft kisses and teasing bites down your body, each touch sending electric pulses of need through you.

With slow, deliberate movements, he removed your panties, the fabric sliding off with a tantalizing intimacy that sent your heart racing. He pushed your thighs up, his fingers briefly teasing your clit before he leaned in, his hot breath against your skin.

Then, with an agonizing slowness that made your breath catch, he lowered his head, his tongue finding its way to your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. The world blurred into a haze of sensation, his expertise evident in every flick and swirl, each touch bringing you closer to your peak.

You ran a trembling hand through his hair, your fingers gripping the strands as you surrendered to his tongue. Your hips moved in a desperate rhythm with his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite sensation he was providing.

His hands pressed into your thighs with firm, possessive intent, holding you in place, stilling your movements. With each flick of his tongue, each press of his lips, you felt the tension rising within you, like a coiled spring ready to release.

You couldn't hold back any longer, and your body convulsed as the waves of pleasure overtook you. It was a moment of pure bliss, your cries echoing in the room, as your fingers tangled in his hair. He didn't falter in his attentions, riding you through the aftershocks of your climax.

Your body was still pulsating with the aftermath of the first orgasm, yet he skillfully coaxed another wave of pleasure from within you. He pushed two fingers inside you, finding that perfect spot, and your moans grew louder, filling the room.

"My pretty little wife," he murmured in a seductive whisper. The rhythm of his fingers and his tongue on your overly-sensitive clit created a delicious combination.

You squeezed your eyes shut, completely overtaken by the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his skilled touch. The second orgasm began to build, a powerful surge of pleasure that threatened to consume you entirely. His deep hum against you made you squirm, your legs shaking as you moaned.

His hand shifted from your thigh, splaying across your lower stomach with just the right amount of pressure to hold you down, halting your movements completely. His control heightened the intensity of the moment, trapping you in a delicious blend of pleasure and surrender.

You came apart a second time on his tongue, your body writhing with pleasure as you looked down at his handsome face, his lips glistening with your wetness.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, your voice barely audible, your eyes locking onto his. He made his way back up your body, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Cupping his face with your hands, you traced the lines of his jaw affectionately as your lips moved in a heated dance, the taste of your shared desire lingering between you.

You pulled off your bra, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat that radiated between you. His eyes were glued to your every move, filled with desire as you exposed yourself to him. His gaze slowly traced over the curves of your body with a look of admiration and hunger.

He positioned your legs around his hips, and you could feel his cock through the fabric of his pants. You reached down to unzip him, but he caught your wrists with a swift yet gentle motion, pinning them above your head with a possessive grip, his eyes locking onto yours in a dark, intense gaze.

“Stay just like this,” he said firmly. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back, his eyes never leaving yours as he removed his pants, the room filled with a charged anticipation that crackled in the air between you.

He leaned in closer, his handsome form fully on display, the intensity in his eyes growing as he gazed down at you. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the anticipation building between you. His cock brushed against your clit, a tantalizing tease that made you let out a soft, desperate moan.

Unable to resist the urge to touch him, you lowered your hands to feel him. He let out a quiet "tsk" and shook his head gently, guiding your hands back above your head. His lips curved into a soft smile, as he held you in place, his dominance making your heart race.

His eyes bore into yours with a gentle intensity as placed a pillow under your hips and positioned himself. With a deliberate yet tender motion, he guided himself slowly inside you, filling you inch by inch. A gasp escaped your lips as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours and rocking his hips gently. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, his pelvis brushing against your clit with every stroke, creating a delicious friction that made your toes curl.

He let go of your wrists and his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, and your breaths became shallow as you clung to his arms, your nails digging into his skin.

He maintained his agonizingly slow pace, a rhythm that kept you on the precipice of release. You could feel his eyes on you, studying your reactions before your eyes fluttered closed and your brows arched in pleasure. His hot breath danced on your skin as he whispered soft encouraging words, his lips trailing up your neck, nibbling your ear. Each touch, each whisper, pushed you closer to the edge, intensifying the pleasure that pulsed through every fiber of your being.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured, his voice a seductive melody that made your breath catch in your throat.

"I... I want," you stammered, your voice shaky with desire, your hands clutching at his chest.

"What?" he teased, slowing his pace even more, pulling all the way out before plunging back in, savoring the exquisite torture he was subjecting you to. "You have to tell me," he insisted, his words laced with a playful yet commanding tone.

"More, please," you begged. He took your hands from his chest and pinned your wrists above your head again, your body aching for more of his touch.

"Like this?" he asked, his thrusts becoming deeper and rougher, each one hitting your sweet spot with a precision that made you gasp in pleasure.

"Y-yes, yes, yes," you whimpered, your back arching involuntarily, your legs trembling beneath him as the pleasure intensified, pushing you closer to the edge of climax.

He leaned back, and his eyes locked onto yours, a warm smile forming on his face as he enjoyed the flush of your cheeks in response to his actions. With a gentle touch, he ran his thumb over your clit, feeling the immediate response of your body, tightening around him in pleasure. A low hum of approval escaped his lips as he continued to graze your clit, attuning himself to your body's responses.

The room was filled with the intoxicating sounds of your bodies colliding, mingled with soft moans and the crackling of the fire. Elijah's gaze darkened as the pace of his thrusts gradually increased, the desire between you igniting the air. He released your pinned wrists, his hands guiding your thighs up around your waist, spreading them wide, pushing his cock even deeper.

His thrusts grew more urgent, a relentless rhythm that was hard and passionate. Your body tensed, the overwhelming pleasure reaching its peak as you came completely undone, your head falling back, and your back arching as you moaned his name.

"That's it, beautiful wife," he said softly, his voice strained as his own peak approached.

His own climax surged through him, a wave of heat and pleasure washing over you both. He let out a low groan as his body relaxed. Leaning forward, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his mouth melding with yours in a heated exchange. The room seemed to pulse with the aftermath of your shared pleasure, the fire casting a warm, golden glow over your entwined bodies.

"You are perfect," he whispered against your lips, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a sitting position in his lap. You were still breathless, placing your hands on his chest as you looked into his dark eyes. 

"This is not how I pictured this night going," you said softly, a contented smile playing on your lips. 

"How did you picture it?" He asked gently, his fingers tracing down your spine as he spoke.

You took a deep breath, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on his chest as you gathered the courage to speak your truth. "I thought you might kill me," you confessed, your voice barely audible, carrying the weight of your fears. "I have this fear of vampires. They killed my parents, and I've been haunted by that memory ever since."

Elijah's eyes softened with understanding, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "I am truly sorry for the pain you've endured," he said, his voice laced with genuine empathy. "You're incredibly brave for facing your fears and allowing yourself to trust me."

You nodded, a lump forming in your throat as you continued. "My adoptive parents married me off to you as punishment, not expecting any kindness from you. But you've shown me a side of vampires I never knew existed. I didn't expect this... warmth, this understanding."

Elijah's hand cupped your face with a gentle reassurance. "I take my vows seriously," he said, his voice unwavering. "You are my wife now, and I will protect and care for you always."

In that moment, the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes filled you with hope, erasing some of the lingering pain and fear. 

With a single, elegant motion, he effortlessly lifted you into his arms, holding you close as he guided both of you into the shower. The hot water cascaded over you, cleansing your bodies of the remnants of passion and desire. He gently pressed you against the cool, slick tile, his lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands asserted a possessive grip on your waist, drawing your body in close to his.

You pulled back, your breath momentarily catching in your throat as his affectionate touch lingered. The hot water continued to flow over your relaxed bodies. "You know," you confessed, "I think I might actually really like you."

He grinned bashfully, his eyes filled with adoration, and leaned in to kiss you again. You could feel his cock harden against your leg, his desire reignited by your proximity.

You pushed lightly on his chest, moving both of you around so his back was against the tile, the warm water streaming down from above his head. You pressed your lips against his neck, then trailed kisses down his shoulder and chest.

Your hands glided over his damp skin, tracing the contours of his muscles as you moved downward, your lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His breath hitched when you reached his abdomen, and you glanced up, locking eyes with him before continuing your descent.

You took his cock in your hand, feeling the weight and heat in your palm. His sharp intake of breath spurred you on, and you pressed a lingering kiss to the sensitive tip before trailing your tongue along his length, savoring the salty taste of his desire. His hand threaded through your hair, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

You closed your lips around him, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head, eliciting a low groan from deep within his throat. The water cascading around both of you seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment, amplifying every sensation. His fingers tugged on your hair, his touch both commanding and gentle, guiding your pace.

His hips moved in response, a silent plea for more, and you obliged, taking him deeper. His groans filled the steamy air, your lips and tongue working in harmony to bring him to the brink, his breaths turning shallow and erratic. A satisfied smile played on your lips as you reveled in the power of making a man like him come undone.

You gazed up at him through your fluttering eyelashes, giving him your most innocent expression as you intensified your movements. You pushed your head further down, burying your face into his pelvis, and with a deep groan, he found release down your throat.

Elijah leaned against the tiled shower wall, catching his breath, a satiated smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you with admiration. You, on the other hand, wore a confident smirk, the satisfaction of pleasuring him evident in your eyes. 

Elijah placed a gentle kiss on your lips as you stood together under the warm cascade of water, both of you still savoring the shared moment of passion. He then guided you out of the shower, wrapping a large, fluffy towel around your shoulders before drying himself off.

As you both made your way to the bedroom, the soft hum of the bathroom fan in the background, he looked at you with affection. "You're quite extraordinary," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

"Why? Was that your first blowjob?" You teased, giving him a sweet smile. 

He let out a little chuckle, his laughter filled with warmth. He pulled the blankets back on the bed and you both got underneath them. You gladly snuggled up next to him, laying your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, wrapped in his arms, you felt a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that you were exactly where you wanted to be.

{Part Two} {Part Three}

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[everlasting-elegy]

May I request something like your "let's go home" work (with Lucifer and mammon) but with beel belphie and leviathan instead? I would love to see how they'd react to you calling HOL your home. - ⛓️

I TOOK MY SWEET TIME I'M SO SORRY SKDFJSKD BUT IT'S DONE!! Thank you for requesting ⛓️anon!! Unfortunately I couldn't think up anything for Beel, my mind blanked but I hope you enjoy Belphie and Levi's parts!!

"Let's Go Home" | Belphegor, Leviathan

It was just a slip of the tongue by you, but he didn’t miss it. Despite being in an entirely different realm, you called the House of Lamentation your home. Genre: Fluff, slight angst Word Count: 1.1k Warning: Levi self-deprecation

Belphegor

Belphegor has long accepted that you will never truly be at ease around him. For all he’s done it was to be expected, but he tried. He did what he could to pick up the shattered pieces of what you two could have had, putting it together into some wonky form of a pleasant relationship for all to see. But he was sure that when it was just you and him, you will always have your wits about you. He just supposes that for now and forever he will have to be satiated with just you standing around him.

So imagine his surprise when you barge into his shared bedroom, bringing Belphie out of his slumber. He noticed your slumped posture, how your shoulder deflated in time to your hefty sigh. And then the two of you made eye contact. The grip on his pillow instinctively tightened.

“Looking for Beel?”

“Looking for some peace and quiet,” you muttered as you sent a wary glare to the closed door behind you. Even through the timber, you could hear the distant shouts and heavy footsteps on Leviathan chasing up Mammon on unpaid debts.

“Shouldn’t have come to the House of Lamentation, then,” Belphie murmured.

You offered a half hearted chuckle - you didn’t have the energy for anything more than that - before walking up to him. You did not notice how Belphie’s eyes were trained on you in confusion and curiosity as you wordlessly joined him on his bed (or if you did, you spoke nothing of it). It was a little awkward at first as you tried to make yourself comfortable beside a Belphie who was wondering if he was still dreaming. As you lightly pulled at his pillow, he wasted no time to obey, almost throwing it across the other side of the room. You slotted into his arms instead, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. Instinctively one arm of his was around your waist, the other following your spine until his hand rested on the back of your head. To him, you were the perfect fit.

“Yeah, but I wanted to be home,” you whispered as you wriggled a little, trying to snuggle closer into him.

The seventh faltered. He dared to tighten his hold on you ever so slightly, just for a bit more reassurance that this was more than a lucid dream. This wouldn’t have been the first time his mind betrayed him like this, after all.

“... this is… home to you?”

“Yeah?” Your words had become a little slurred with fatigue, and Belphie had half the mind to tease you out of how adorable you sounded. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but then closed it when he realised his voice failed him. He wanted to question you, he knew he wasn’t exactly the most accommodating nor the most soothing. But then again, who was he to doubt your tastes? He was the dear, spoiled youngest brother, and if you were going to spoil him with your attention he'll simply eat it up. So instead, he let his lips settle into a comfortable grin that only widened when he heard your soft snores, and stayed on his face even when he fell asleep.

Leviathan

“That’s it, I’m going home,” you sighed in exasperation, rubbing your face for a bit before turning away. A pop up store providing exclusive merchandise was in Devildom for only three days and Levi just had to try it. Despite the two of you queuing for two hours, you caught wind of said products were already sold out. Walking away, Levi turned to you in a panic, eyes wide in disbelief at your announcement. Without a second thought he was holding you still with both of his hands clutching onto your wrist as he bowed down, shaking his head disapprovingly at himself.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

He didn’t even know what he was apologising for, but it felt like it was the right thing to do as cold sweat started to gather at his temples. He was apologising for everything with those few words. Sorry for making you wait, sorry for dragging you along with him, heck he should never have even brought up his stupid little otaku pop up shop! And now you’ve had one too many of his antics and now you want to leave the Devildom entirely, don’t you? He’s sorry his presence is such a detriment! He’s sorry that he himself doesn’t have the power to send you back to the human realm where you want to be, but he’s also sorry that he’s so selfish that he doesn’t want you to leave. And what will Lucifer and the rest of the brothers say when they realise he’s the one that made you want to leave them?

Upon feeling that you weren’t moving, Levi mustered all of his draining confidence to dare look up at you, and upon seeing your face a mix of concern and confusion, he ended up mirroring it.

“Levi it’s okay, let’s just go home,” your tone was soothing now as you squeezed his hand.

“B-but…” Levi froze as you watched him curiously, the gears visibly turning in his head. “I don’t know how to get you back… well, I do but I’m not powerful enough. I’m sorry for being such a useless-”

“Levi!” you pleaded, tugging him gently and he started to walk with you. “I’m sure you know the way back to the House of Lamentation.”

“... eh?”

“The House of Lamentation?” You repeated, a smile creeping up your face as Levi looked absolutely stupefied.

The House of Lamentation? Home?

There was once a time where he could never comprehend the House of Lamentation as home, all of Devildom was unfit for him. Perhaps that was the forgotten part of envy, the ego that believed he was too good for such a world. And now look at where it has taken him, he’s stooped down to the level of demons whether he liked it or not. And that voice hasn’t disappeared, it has only been pushed back to the corner of his mind, quiet but still there, chastising himself for letting himself go, descending to the depths.

Similarly, he always thought Devildom was unfit for you; you were far too good for anything here, including himself. But if you keep smiling at him like that and insist on staying here, perhaps your own brilliance will make this realm worth your while.

Your hand is in his and his grip tightens.

“Oh- um, home? Y-yeah! I can take you there, then.”

Obey Me! Masterlist

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #belphegor x reader #belphegor x mc #belphegor x y/n #belphegor x you #obey me belphegor #leviathan x reader #leviathan x mc #leviathan x you #leviathan x y/n #obey me leviathan #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #everelegy writes #everelegy obey me #⛓️anon

[yanmaresu]

Can I ask sirens or mermaids come in packs or groups what if siren!Yuu decides on welcoming her siren side and join a pack or group of siren and feels safe as her pack is ranked 1# most powerful siren group/pack the group has a strong reputation and strong power to protect each other especially weak and fragile pack/group mate so there is a chance they that siren!Yuu will be protected and they have a little cottage in the human world!! Where they can hang out and chill in the sea that is where they sing like I know this is too oof I just want fluff for siren! Yuu ok ;-; because that baby needs some friends that can protect her their theme song is definitely "Birth of Venus"!!! It's too much but make fluff for here for a bit please🙏🥹🥹

ok first of all thanks for the song it's very good, it's now part of my family's playlist.

Second! The mc is actually half siren jsjs I'm not sure if I posted it before but the tragedy of the mermaid mc was that they were left behind by their bank for being too weak compared to all their siblings who were full sirens, mc also got hurt in a hunt and that's when their bank decided they didn't want the little one dragging them down. Mc was abandoned and had to survive on their own for a long time. That's why they fell for Leona and let themselves get caught in a net, because they admired the way the pirate ship worked together and there was no distinction between the stronger humans and those who may have been considered weak because they lacked a leg or hand. Something that would definitively get you kicked out of your bank in the sea, was seen as normal on the ship. The leader even lacked an eye and still looked so sure and fierce while commanding everyone. The mc admired Leona and wanted to be part of something desperately, they thought maybe those humans were different, those humans may accept a boney and afraid thing and not abandon it. We know how that ended.

But for the fluff, I didn't write it nor draw it but sometimes I think about it in the middle of the day. The mc is supposed to have a very happy stay with the Pomefiore trio! Leona's ship gets arrested after a very bad storm that weakened them, and most of their stuff was confiscated or sold in the black market, including the mermaid mc. Here's where most of the timelines divide, but in the pomefiore one, Rook buys the mc at an auction and takes them back home to Vil, who's working hard to finally surpass Neige in the theatre/opera house. Rook suggests that a mermaid might be the perfect singing teacher for Vil, and Vil while not convinced feels pity for the traumatized person brought to her who is too afraid to go back to the sea, and decides that as long as mc helps her get better at singing, teaches them that charm able to captivate everyone, she will provide them with a roof over their heads and three warm meals every day.

The mc eats their first warm meal when dining with the pomefiore trio, it was so tasty that it made the mermaid shed tears. They never thought it would become a normal thing for them with time, that they would learn to cook it, nor the effect it would have on their body. When they see the first belly roll form on their body while bending the sight makes them feel so weird but also so grateful. The mc discovers what a book is, and they hate reading but are fascinated with watching pictures of different animals and biomes on land, they are particularly fascinated with ants and bugs. They feel pride for the first time, not only for themselves but also for Vil whenever she perfects any singing lesson. The mermaid mc starts dreaming of being able to walk and bake every day to give people a warm treat, and sharing what they have with Vil, Rook, Epel, and those who don't have a family.

The problem is that the mc fears soon they will no longer have anything to teach Vil, and fear returning to the sea + Neige isn't happy about mc's involvement in Vil's life + Azul is looking for MC in land </3

#ask #tamaresurambling #mermaid mc au #twst mermaid au #twst mermaid mc au

[yourtongzhihazel]

hello, are you under the impression that there is a non-capitalist economic system that eliminates the problem of powerful people exploiting the less powerful? Serious question.

Also, thanks for being a communist, and by that, I mean thanks for being a fascist. Don't worry, though, you aren't pissing on the graves of anyone who's been starved or killed by the systematic failures of communism to provide for the economic needs of those who live under it. Oh, and thanks for being a westerner, because I know you are! Just ignore all the oppressed people in eastern Europe and Asia who had to live through communism. You, who have enjoyed the high living standards brought about by capitalism and have known nothing but luxury that my immigrant parents wouldn't have dared dream of. What immense, staggering privilege you must be speaking from. I'm sure that privilege hasn't affected your perspective at all, though. But hey, you gotta know better than all those dirty immigrants who come to the west specifically for its liberal democracy and capitalism, right?

I'm going to stop insulting you and start being serious. Please reconsider your politics. Please reconsider your social circles. Please understand that just because someone says one good thing ("trans rights are human rights!") doesn't mean that everything they say is good ("Capitalism is killing us!") Please stop supporting communism, an authoritarian ideology that people are still suffering from. You could get out there and do some real good. Maybe serve meals to homeless people? I do that once a month.

are you entirely fucking serious

Do i have to wear a big fucking sticker that says "I am Chinese, my family and I have benefited greatly from communism"

How in the god damn hell can anyone see my blog and NOT see this? Should I change my got damn pinned post or something unbelievable.

Luxuries brought by capitalism? an economic system does no work. Who made those luxuries? Where did they come from? Who shipped it? Why did they make it ship it to where it went? Who bought it from who? Who sold it? The answers to these problems is found in political-economy. If you actually cared about where 79 cent bananas come from and why people from Latin America can only go to the us to escape their poverty, you would find that it is the united states who keeps Latin America in perpetual subjugation. Need I remind you that every single country (except Cuba) in Latin America is capitalist? Why are their failures not a reflection on the capitalist system to you? The "migrant crisis" is imperialism's chickens coming home to roost.

The extreme poverty rate in east Asia has fallen from 1 billion in 1990 to 25 million in 2019. Where did this poverty reduction take place? The People's Republic of China. In 2021, the PRC entirely eliminated extreme poverty within its borders. The PRC evaluates extreme poverty on a higher and stricter basis than the IMF or world bank uses so the number of people raised above poverty according to the CPC is LOWER than reported by western sources. One of the families who benefited from this poverty reduction? MINE. 800 million people raised out of poverty in the past 75 years. There are no bread lines in China. There is one in every city in america.

You want to know what I do? Im a union organizer. I worked with the DSA and the Teamsters to unionize Amazon. I am now working with the UAW as a union maid and recruiter for graduate students. Your band-aid solution of hunger does nothing to actually treat the root cause of hunger. Your understanding of politics and the economy is shallower than a puddle.

Start becoming more curious about the material causes of poverty and stop being a class traitor.

#i fucking hate liberals #mmp

[zuko-always-lies]

I'm choosing violence (or how I would have done NATL)

I think the real point of an adaptation, particularly an adaption in the same medium, is to do something fundamentally different with the source material. A fanfic is boring and pointless if it merely repeats canon all over again, and the same thing is true for "official" fanfiction. There is no point in telling the same story all over again.

Thus, if I were the showrunner/principle writer for the NATL adaption, I would make massive changes. There's obviously a lot which could be done to improve or change the Gaang-centered part of the story, like not sidelining the water-tribes so much, but that's not what I'm truly interested in.

You see, ultimately I don't find Zuko all that interesting or unique of a character, and although ATLA emotionally sold his arc well, I don't think it's fundamentally that interesting. It essentially boils down to "abused and traumatized child gradually rejects abusive father and replaces him with loving father-figure," with all other cultural and storytelling aspects being largely secondary. It's a story about individualism (what "duty" ever to Zuko?) designed to play to Western audiences, with little utilization of the Asian cultural background ATLA provides.

By contrast, I have only ever seen one other character in fiction who I consider remotely similar to Azula, and I think all three of Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee are conceptually fascinating. Their story is a fundamentally one of three incredibly capable but also deeply damaged teenage girls from dysfunctional families navigating a patriarchal, hierarchical, imperialistic, and militaristic society which is predisposed to regard them as lesser. And they're navigating this world together, but they deeply disagree with each other about their places in it. And they're separated by the hierarchy which defines their society but also sometimes capable of subverting it. As a result, I find them and their stories to be much more potentially interesting than Zuko's story.

I would make Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee much more central to my adaptation, while gradually reducing Zuko's centrality over time. By the end of Book 3, ATLA was practically "the Zuko show." I would follow the opposite tendency.

The kicker in all of this, though, would be as the narrative increasingly diverges from canon's story, is that Azula (and her friends) get a redemption arc, while Zuko doesn't. But that wouldn't be evident to viewers until late in the story.

Of course, if I ever did this in reality, the fans would murder me. But one can dream...

#Azula #Mai #Ty Lee #Dangerous Ladies #Not zuko friendly

[selkra-souza]

The Moodsters Rabbit Hole

So I was bored one day and in my vain attempt to search the internet to find a knock off Inside Out movie to ironically enjoy, I find out that one does not exist. Vídeo Brinquedo, the studio behind the critically memed Ratatoing, has truly forsaken me, and alas, I can only dream. Instead of finding a rip off Inside Out movie, I ended up finding something that accused Inside Out of ripping off it, I'm talking suing. Turned out to be just as interesting.

The Moodsters is a multimedia edutainment brand and children's foundation centered around a cast of six monstrous critter "feelings detectives" called Moodsters. There's Coz, the yellow Moodster representing happiness, Snorf the blue Moodster representing sadness, Razzy representing anger, Quiggly representing fear, Lolly who represents love and Tully representing ... being calm I think? The Moodsters is an IP created by Denise Daniels and owned by JellyJam Entertainment (formally known as the Moodsters Company) who claim on their website (themoodsterschildrensfoundation.org, formally themoodsters.com) that they're "providing accessible science-based content on emotions for children, their parents, and teachers for more than 35 years". That science is based in collaboration with Marc Brackett PhD and Robin Stern PhD, to develop the RULER™ model for dealing with emotions. Besides their mission statement and credentials, their site currently has downloadable workbooks for kids to print and journal their thoughts and feelings on, along with guide booklets for their caretakers. Their children's foundation initiatives includes an "International Partnership for Children Displaced by War" and "Grief Relief with the Moodsters".

They've got a twitter account featuring one (1) post from 2016.

Let's dig deeper though. Hopping onto the Wayback Machine and searching for "Moodsters" will show you that they've had an online presence since 2008. Since then, the brand has gone through a few changes, and they've released a few toys and published a few books.

I first want to go over the plushies specifically because look at them.

They're adorable. I want to firmly grasp them in my hand. These goobers were sold in retail in the mid 2010s and nowadays are pretty rare in the second hand market. They look soft and I appreciate everything from their embroidered features to Snorf's lopsided face. From looking at them, I like the quality. My only complaint is that their little detective capes lack edge stitches, which would make them more prone to tears, and I'm not convinced they have an accessible way to replace their batteries (though I could be wrong). Overall as a plushie lover though, I want them in my home so I can invite them to tea parties and have them sit on my bed.

Their website in 2015 teased a mobile app called, The Moodsters: Learn About Feelings, which - as far as I could search - does not exist. This page lists features such as an interactive story book, a Mood Meter that "gives children a basic vocabulary of feelings and helps them express themselves" by using a thermometer-shaped mood meter to take one's "feelings 'temperature'", a Moodster Mirror that "helps them make the connection between feelings on the inside and facial expressions on the outside" with demonstrations of 25 different emotions, and a Feelings Notebook that's an art program. The development of this app is no longer mentioned on the site currently, so it's probably a scrapped project.

At some point there was a Moodster themed memory match browser game and coloring pages (hard to tell if they were browser coloring games or printables).

Some of the features from the what would've been the app actually made it to market as toys. These toys were colorful little detective supplies. One for (almost) each Moodster. The top image of this very long post actually features each Moodster with their chosen detective tool on-hand. Coz wields a Moodster Mirror, Razzy carries a Moodster Meter, Quiggly has an emotional support Feelings Flashlight and Lolly writes in a Feelings Notebook, all (at some point) available at your (once) local Toys R Us. Whatever Snorf is carrying hasn't made it to market it seems, but it's apparently a First Aids Kit for Feelings (mentioned here). I can't find what Tully's item is supposed to be. Perhaps it's emotional identification cards, or positive affirmations? Who knows. My favorite out of these has got to be the notebook, mainly because I'm a sucker for cute stationary. I'd fold and decorate a little cardboard box just to house those crayons just for keepers sake.

And have I even mentioned the yoga mats?

Almost every plushie and detective tool toy appears to come with a picture book. I can't comment on most of the books since I can't buy any that still happen to be available as of now, but luckily there is a read along video I found shown below of one of them. It prominently features a more recent addition to the Moodsters lore, the human children.

These side characters where featured on the site as recent as October 2023 (I neglected to take a snapshot, so here's another from June), but are nowhere to be seen on the website now besides the older downloadable worksheets. There's a chance they've since been retired.

It's exactly as boring as I feared that it would be. Obviously, I'm far from being in the target demographic for this anymore as an adult, nor am I any expert of child psychology beyond one elective course I took in university, but the one credibility that I do have is that I remember my personal tastes from when I was a kid, so I can comment on this from that perspective. I will say if I was handed this as a little kid, I would've liked the little monster dudes, but my attention would've shifted away from this pretty quickly and easily, because the little monster dudes aren’t really doing much. I was one of those kids that was really drawn to creature characters way more than I ever was to human characters (and to be perfectly honest, I still am as an adult, but that's besides the point I'm about to make). The plot of the book is perfectly serviceable with a good message about altruism, so that's not the problem. My grievance is with the fact that the human boy Zach takes center stage as the main character, when one would think that the main characters would be the Moodsters. They kind of take a back seat working on the sidelines for the most part here, and don't directly interact with Zach that much. Would've been hard for kid-me to latch onto this when the cool critter characters don't have as much of an active role as they could have. Not every kid is going to be as drawn to critter characters as I was (and am), but if the critter characters are going to be the face of your preschool IP, they should be presented front and center as much as they can be. Children's picture books are a media format that isn't particularly long nor complex, so their biggest strengths are in the characters and the art. If it were open to changes, I'd make a few: I'd have the Moodsters be just a bit more proactive, such as the suggestion to buy Sam a new bike coming from Coz or maybe Lolly instead of his sister Zoey, have them discover the "feelings emergency" while they're hanging outside with Zach and Sam instead of by spying on them with their cool and fancy desk setup, maybe have a one or two page mini side plot where Razzy's anger at the truck driver is addressed and resolved with breathing exercises or something, and change the art style to 2D illustrations to allow more dynamic poses and expressions since the 3D models and environments used here are pretty okay but nothing that stands out too much (or just instead use more expressive 3D models). No major changes that would fundamentally change the book, just enough to give the Moodsters more spotlight and expressions. Overall, as is, it's an okay children's book, just nothing that really stands out much as unique.

Back in the 2000s, there was an animated pilot for the Moodsters (with art and animation direction by Drew Bloom) featuring different designs of them and an additional cat girl not present in the current iteration named Moodini voiced by Grace Garland. The earliest legible Wayback Machine snapshot for the Moodsters (May 16, 2008) lists their names as Zazz, Rizzi, Scootz, Snorf and Oola". Now, I unfortunately can't find the full pilot, only the intro, which is a massive bummer because it's the most interesting piece of Moodsters media I've encountered. Apparently, according to a few articles and court documents (we'll get to the lawsuit later I promise) it was titled "The Amoodsment Mixup", and said to be officially available in its entirety on Youtube ... only it's not there. It must've gotten unlisted or removed by the company owner, which is really disappointing since it looks like a fun watch. It's gone probably because it's an outdated interpretation of the Moodsters, which makes sense for the company to remove, but it's disheartening that I can't find it archived anywhere on the internet.

To comment on the intro that we can watch: I'm really digging these older designs! They've got that Muppet look to them with the high eye placement but with smaller mouths, and they've got more varied facial structures and come in different heights, along with overall looking more monstrous. The literal emotional roller coaster is a cute touch too! Honestly I wished they kept these looks, they're peak. I can't find an officially stated reason for the design overhaul and reboot of the IP; my only guess as to why was in order to incorporate human children for the Moodsters to interact with, so that the brand would be more relatable for kids and more easily applicable to them as an emotional analysis tool. There's merit to that decision I'm sure, but I personally prefer this older version because the Moodsters here look more critter-ly and kind of seem to just hang out in the woods doing their own thing, instead of having more "marketable" designs and hanging out directly educating human children. I was a kid in the 2000s, if this animation pitch made it to air on PBS, I absolutely would've tuned in to see these goobers. I likely would have enjoyed it as much as Dragon Tails, Cyberchase and Arthur, as long as the education came second to characters and story (as opposed to more overtly educational shows like Super Why). Honestly, I'm really bummed this pilot wasn't picked up for a full show, or heck, I can't even find the full pilot anywhere :(

Speaking of old iterations, I really want to show off these old renders of the Moodster headquarters I found digging through Wayback Machine snapshots from (June 29, 2014). It's the Emote Control Headquarters, which was seen in one page of the book in the read along video linked above, but with more detail in the background surrounding the central desks and not in Zach’s room. It seems these renders were to be how their headquarters looked before the human characters were added to the lore. And lemme tell you I adore the amount of detail put into these! I've mentioned the fancy desk setups from the book, and they're shown here again. It's got to be my favorite design aspect for the Moodsters, because each one has their own personalized setup that's color coded and decked out in decor. Coz has some sports equipment at his desk, Lolly's got art supplies, Quigly's got a telescope, and so on. It's a really good way to visually show off their personalities, since they admittedly don't have that much personality otherwise. My hot take is that it way more creative than the console in Inside Out because of its attention to detail. These colorful set pieces are peak kids show aesthetic appeal to me, especially the third image with the ambient lighting. This holdover is something I'm glad made it to more recent Moodster products like the book mentioned above, even if it doesn't make that much sense for them to have such elaborate setups to monitor on the kid they live in the same house with, but it sure as heck at least looks cool.

Remember when I said that this was something that accused Inside Out of ripping it off? Well we’re finally getting to that. I have no formal education on law keep in mind, so here's my understanding on the situation: in Daniels v. Walt Disney, The Moodster Company filed suit against Disney for breaching an "implied-in-fact contract". The gist of the matter is that the Moodster Company had pitched their IP to several companies, the relevant one here being Disney, during the 2000s (likely the animated pilot mentioned earlier was what was pitched), and accused Disney of using the ideas they pitched to produce the film Inside Out, and failing to compensate The Moodster Company for it. It was an accusation of copyright infringement. Disney filed to have this case dismissed, claiming The Moodster Company "failed to meet the legal standard for copyright in a character", basically that the Inside Out emotion characters are not rip offs of the Moodster characters. Ultimately the court granted Disneys' dismissal, because The Moodsters are "lightly sketched" and "are not protectable by copyright". This was determined by the "Towle test" (based on Mark Towle v. DC Comics), which has three criteria for making a character design eligible for copyright protection:

" (1) has “‘physical as well as conceptual qualities,’” (2) is “‘sufficiently delineated to be recognizable as the same character whenever it appears’ and ‘display[s] consistent, identifiable character traits and attributes,’” and (3) is “especially distinctive’ and ‘contain[s] some unique elements of expression.’” " ~ McDermott Will & Emery

It was determined that The Moodsters met criteria (1) but not the later two, mainly because of the several redesigns and name changes the Moodster characters have gotten over the years, ultimately making them inconsistent and indistinctive. The Moodster characters also didn't pass the “Story Being Told test”, because in what little media they have been in, they don't have a proactive enough role nor go through any character arcs nor at least have any unique personality quirks that would make them distinguished characters, instead their personalities are summed up with a short description in their pitchbook and otherwise only just kind of exist. I'd hate to side with the massive corporation for pretty much any reason, but it's a stretch for The Moodster Company to have claimed that Disney ripped them off with inside Out. If the Moodsters had more consistent designs and personalities that Disney-Pixar copied in the Inside Out emotions, there would've have been a case, but that case isn't here. However, I don't think it was completely unreasonable for The Moodster Company to take the legal action that they did, even if they didn't really have much of a legal leg to stand on, because the creator of the company, Denise Daniels had directly pitched the Moodsters to Disney and a contract was involved. I can imagine pitching your idea about personified emotions to a huge company like Disney only for them to come out with their own personified emotions movie a few years later to feel like a contractual stab to the back. One last tidbit mentioned in the court documents though, the most interesting claim Daniels makes is that she discussed the Moodsters with Inside out director Pete Doctor, though the context for when and why this discussion took place isn't known. If that's true, it's very possible that Inside Out took inspiration from the Moodsters, as in, the general idea of personified emotions. The movie is also known to be inspired by Doctor's own daughter, so if anything, this is a case of taking inspiration at most, not copyright infringement. It just goes to show that even though the Moodsters is, first-and-foremost, an emotional educational tool, it's still worth the effort to make your educational tool have an iconic narrative with distinct characters at the very least. It's also interesting to learn that the history of the Moodsters is more intertwined with Inside Out than I initially guessed. If this law suit has taught me anything, it's that the more you redesign your commercially public OCs, the less they are eligible for copyright protection. Weird to think about, in my opinion. (sources and relevant court documents (1), (2) and (3)).

The last thing I want to talk about extensively are the designs of the Moodsters themselves. Honesty, I like them. I think they're cute! I probably wouldn't have have written all of this text if I didn't. I dig the idea of having little fluffball monsters represent emotions, even if they have that generic preschool edutainment mascot look to them. I prefer their pilot designs, but the current designs have been growing on me. You might have noticed the green one got redesigned into the orange one to make room for another green one. Or maybe you didn't notice because they both look the same. In fact, they all kind of look the same save for the colors and outfits. They admittedly are not the same exact 3D model copy pasted with different colors and clothes (each have different shaped ears, cheek fur, facial features and heights), but they're all so similar to each other overall that they're still hard to distinguish. The only bad thing about their designs are the fact that their silhouettes look near identical, really.

If I gave you only half a second to tell them apart based on this image, you'd probably have a difficult time. I'd imagine the preschoolers they're marketed to would as well. Now, a bad silhouette is a pretty fundamental character design issue, but it's easily fixed by just reshaping them with different body types. For fun, I tried my hand at it shown below. Essentially they're the same but with more exaggerated shapes, along with digitgrade legs and short tails to help sell the monstrous look. I drew Tully (the current green one) a little later after the original five (digitally, while the former five were drawn traditionally). It's a first draft that could be improved upon more, because if these critters need anything apparently, it's yet another redesign. I did have fun with it though!

Since I like the pilot animation, it got me thinking about how I might reboot the Moodsters for a hypothetical animated show. I’d change the lore a bit. The main change I’d make is scrap the fact that they live in Zach’s house. They’re not like his fairly oddparents or anything to my knowledge, so there’s no need for them to hang out exclusively (or even primarily) with him. Instead of only helping Zach out with his emotions, I’d have them help out everyone in the whole town with them. This would allow the Moodsters (and the audience) to experience a diverse cast of human characters with a wider variety of life and emotional problems. The Moodsters could help out other children, parents, teachers, the baker, the librarian, the mayor, basically there’s a lot more possibilities than Zach alone would ever provide. A diverse cast of townspeople characters would make it more likely that the audience will relate to at least one of them. Having them help out adults would teach kid audiences that even adults need help with their emotions (because boy do we ever), along with giving this show an all ages appeal (so parents would actually want to watch it together with their kids, or heck, even teens, and adults who don’t have children). It’d be an episodic show that focuses on introducing characters with emotional problems that the Moodster main characters help solve, with the townspeople being better neighbors to each other for it. I personally would avoid any fourth wall breaking (“talking down to”) teaching moments because I personally hated that in shows when I was a little kid (I’m looking at you Dora) and it would bore older viewers. Again, I'm going for a aimed-at-young-children-but-has-an all-ages-appeal. All you really need to teach young kids via a show (again I'm far from an expert, I'm making assumptions based on my anecdotal experiences as a child) in an engaging way is interesting character interactions going through a well written plot honestly, and their caregiver being there with them to talk about it with them.

Also, why isn't there a disgust Moodster? Disgust is a lot more than just wincing your nose at duck poop on the sidewalk, it's a feeling that can shape your entire worldview - particularly about other people - if you don't take the time to analyze it like you would other emotions. It's probably the emotion that's talked about and understood the least and absolutely should have a place in an educational tool that teaches about how to identify and handle emotions. Waltzing around with unchecked disgust can mold a person into an needlessly judgmental snob, at worst a bigot (something I sadly have witnessed growing up with my own parents). Again, for fun, I designed one shown below. Admittedly, she's inspired a bit (a lot) by Rarity from My Little Pony. The gem emblem on her detective cape represents her meticulous sense of aesthetics, since she's the most artistic of the Moodster group. She’s purple because that’s the only color left.

Listen, the Moodsters new detective hideout could be in a burrow under a tree stump in the park, there could be a hotline the townspeople can call to summon them for their help with emotional problems, the park could have a year round carnival with a whole ride dedicated to the Moodsters because they’re beloved by the townspeople called the Emotional Rollercoaster that’s a callback to the coaster in the animated pilot. The whole town could be called “Moodsville” or something. One of the school mascots can be a cow (because MOOdsters) with rainbow colored spots that represent each Moodster. Townspeople can participate in all sorts of community activities like community gardening and hanging out at rec centers. The Moodsters can emotionally help children acting for the school play or college students picking careers or parents handling a messy divorce, the possibilities are truly endless.

That's everything I can find online about the Moodsters. I pretty much focused more on the Moodster media as apposed to them as a children's foundation mainly because I find the media more interesting, and it was easier to find information on. If you're reading this and happen to know any other other info about it (especially if it's about the pilot animation), definitely tell me about it because my intrigue pertaining to these fuzzy goobers is immense.

I think it's an IP with a lot of potential, and one that's struggled to have much of any footing on the general public these past few decades. Pretty much any rare recent mention of the Moodsters online is in reference to their lawsuit against Disney, and it's disfavorable on the part of the Moodster Company since a quick-glance-view of the situation shows a company that sued for a copyright infringement case that ultimately looked silly.

I do like their mission statement about aiming to help children and their caretakers to better understand and cope with their emotions, because emotions really are ignored, misunderstood and dismissed a lot here in countries like the US, leading to many dysfunctional interactions between family, coworkers, and communities at large. Discovering the Moodsters has certainly inspired me to be more mindfull about my feelings, and I hope this 9 page wall of text has inspired you to do the same.

Fingers crossed that the Moodster Company re-releases those plushies in the future

#long post #essay #selkra squawks #the moodsters #moodsters #inside out #inside out fandom #pixar inside out #disney inside out #Youtube

[konigs-whore]

Void~ Part 1 of the undeserving series.

{Warnings: inaccurate military depictions, violence, language, depressing themes, mentions of death}

A/N: I have not proofread anything so ignore the mistakes please.

please enjoy :)

remember around the age of, let’s say ten. we had these ambitious dreams, ranging from being a doctor that would one day cure cancer. maybe you dreamed of flying around the world, seeing everything it has to offer. yet somewhere down the road, You become acutely aware that life is not as simple as you thought. In an instant, the harsh and uncompromising truth of reality becomes abundantly clear, leaving your hopes and aspirations in ruin. 

i never thought i would drop out of college, stepping away from everything i loved. becoming so withdrawn from the world. 

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sitting at a cafe, my attention fixated on the horrific news of a terror attack that had befallen my hometown. Disbelief was all I felt as I watched the office in which my parents had worked explode into flames. My grip on my phone was so tense as I futilely waited for an answer; hoping that they were safe and had chosen to remain at home that fateful day, but all remained silent - no reply ever came.

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The passing of a year was full of heartache and misery. I walked through the doorway of my parents' house for the final time, unable to avert my gaze from the images of us as a family that covered the walls. The sight of their faces, still vibrant and alive, tore at me to depths I did not know existed. 

Will they feel let down by me for abandoning college and enlisting in the military the moment a chance arose? To make matters worse, I sold all my possessions, including their beloved home. 

I had no intention of remaining here; that much was certain. It may have been obvious to everyone else, too, because I'm not the sort of person who ever could - never have been. 

No matter how many physicians I consulted or what therapies I tried in order to tackle my issues with emotional suppression, nothing seemed to help. I have always had a reclusive personality. seeking violence and high speeds whenever i could, something that made me feel alive, made me smile. 

The fact that I had my own unique personality never deterred them from giving me their love. They accommodated for this in the way they treated me and still expressed their affection in an unconditional manner. In return, I felt a deep love for them with every part of my being.

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three years later, I find myself thrown back into the past as i apply pressure to my squad mates wound, gunfire and smoke are the only thing around us. he gasps and writhes under my hands, which are on his abdomen. blood refuses to stop flowing, no matter what i do. The medic, in an attempt to assist us, was tragically shot down, leaving me with the impossible task of preserving a man's life – one rapidly slipping away no matter how hard I strive to stop the bleeding, begging in silence. His skin gradually whitens, his breaths become shorter and shorter, soon followed by him completely ceasing any movement. 

I ponder the fate of my parents. Did they experience pain and suffering or was it quick? I try to reassure myself that their deaths were instantaneous, so they didn't feel any distress. This thought allows me to find the strength to keep going.

i snag the dog-tags off the fallen soldiers neck, stuffing them into my pocket. i cast one last glance at him before walking away. silently sending a respectful prayer. 

“Void, get on top of that building and provide support! we have men dying down here” my captain barks in my ear, then the comm line goes silent again, as everyone is focusing on surviving. this mission quickly turned to shit, our men were dropping like flies, i unfortunately watched most of those deaths; having no way to stop them. 

with a huff, gun raised and my mind alert, i climb the stairs to the rooftop. the .50cal on my back bouncing slightly with each step. 

I swiftly readied myself, engaging any target that was visible in my sights. Captain Barnes yelled, his transmission garbled with interference though everyone still comprehended his words; "Incoming reinforcements - do not fire!"

I peered through my scope, noticing a speeding truck appearing in view. It was erratically zig-zagging around, exhibiting a suspicious behavior. clearly someone can't drive. In its nearby vicinity, I identified a foe skulking behind a rock. The incoming truck came to an abrupt halt right in front of the opposition, thus obscuring my vision of the target. Subsequently, two men dashed out from the automobile - the driver donning a skull mask and the passenger wearing a bucket hat. "Skull man, duck down!" I bellowed hoping that they had adjusted their headsets to our communications settings.

I allow a knowing smirk to cross my lips when I observe him just slowly shifting his position to the right."That's fine," I murmur quietly to myself," but don't come complaining when you feel my bullet zipping by you." Adjusting my aim, I focus on catching sight of the small portion of his head that had sprung out from behind the rock. Giving firm pressure to the trigger, I succeed in landing the shot exactly where it needed to be.

I detected the two men were currently clearing the buildings situated westward. A gruff British voice called through the comms, "Damn near missed my effin' head!" I presumed this must have been the individual wearing the skull mask. I uttered sarcastically, "I advised you to duck, not take a step aside. And I'm quite sure of my shooting ability - thank you."

I remained atop the roof, eliminating any who attempted to slip by, fulfilling my duties as originally agreed upon. "Good grief! What have you provoked?!" A guttural, unfamiliar British voice pierced through the radio and momentarily caught me off guard. That must be the fella wearing the bucket hat, I musingly remarked to myself.

Barnes' voice is tense as he informs us that somebody had let slip the information about our impending arrival, leading to a treacherous assault on our group. On top of the building I take in the situation—the intermittent gunfire now gradually quieter as the enemy's numbers start to recede.

I stand on the edge, Inspecting the scene, I notice both sides have stepped out of the building with no more shots being fired. After carefully observing the situation, I got the all-clear from Barnes to leave the location. As I was turning away, however, I came face to face with an adversary, locking me up by taking hold of my shoulders and almost tipping me over the edge of the building. I reckon my captain had seen me, along with some others, as I heard yelling all of a sudden. "You're the devil who slaughtered almost half of my troops" the individual who was restraining me snarled, giving my body a slight shove to make it move further. i glare, and i glare hard. “it was a shame they didn't burn alive, as i would have enjoyed watching” My biting words dripped with venom, a satisfied smirk playing upon my lips as his face reddened with rage.

I observe my captain, accompanied by the individual wearing the bucket hat and the one with the skull mask on his face hastily emerge on the rooftop, their weapons raised. The person who had me in his grasp perceives them without rotating, his words uttered low with an aggressive rumble., “shoot me and she falls” in warning, he grabs the front of my vest and tangles my body over the edge. 

I clenched my jaws together, my palms gripping the forearms that were encircling me. I angled my head down; we were situated four floors high, which meant that if by chance I were to take a plunge, there was a likelihood for survival - presuming I could find something - or someone - soft enough to cushion my fall.

A devilish grin crept across my face as I locked eyes with the man opposite me. My voice rumbled menacingly, “If I go down, you’re coming with me!” Without warning, I kicked out both of my legs and felt the impact of his knees. In a split second we both began plummeting towards the ground and amidst the shouts of my captain, a mad cackle erupted from my throat. I rotated in mid-air, so that I was positioned above him, and prepared myself for the inevitable crash.

I made contact with the ground below me with no remorse, producing a frightening sound as the person beneath me was touched by devastation. My vision swam, certain that I had gained a concussion due to the impact. I lay there, winded, my gaze fixated on the heavenly blue sky above.

I'm sure if my mother had been watching us from the heavens, she'd be rolling around in her grave, while my dad would have no doubt been chuckling at my rashness.

I hear the hurried footsteps drawing near, and I force myself to slowly sit up. Barnes confronts me with a scowl, arms firmly crossed; "Void! You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days! We thought we'd lost you!" The man in the bucket hat then knelt by me and steadied my shoulders as I rose to my feet, and I couldn't help but grin. “thus i am here Sir. i calculated the fall, knew i’d be fine”i grumble. Examining the person to my side, "Apologies for being blunt," I inquire, "But would you mind telling me your name? I've never been great with remembering faces." He slowly responds in his coarse accent, "Captain Price, Team 141," his intense gaze seeming to drill into me. There's a momentary pause as it dawns on me what he said and I ask skeptically, "141? You're the captain?" I'm surprised, an amused smirk playing on my lips as I remark, "Never thought I'd ever encounter someone from that crazy crew”

he raised an eyebrow at me, seemingly amused, “crazy?”he asks, stepping back slightly once I've gained my balance. i look at him with a smile, “heard every heli you get in crashes in some fiery explosion, along with the men of your crew being extremely well trained, deadly and often reckless” i elaborate. my captain shakes his head and walks to the truck, the three of us follow close behind. “you’re one to talk, with your actions ever since you joined, i’d half a mind to transfer your reckless ass to them. give’em another handful” Barnes grumbles, sending me a side eye. 

Captain Price and Ghost, accompanied us back to base at Barnes' behest. We congregated in the conference room and I applied a frozen bag of peas to my head in hopes of helping reduce the swelling. As they conversed in hushed tones, I wished I could possess mind-reading capabilities as I'm naturally very nosy.

Ghost sits with his arms crossed and eyes closed, seemingly disinterested in the conversation or anything else for that matter.

With a huff of exasperation, I abruptly stand up from my seat, announcing to the room that "I'm going to make some tea." Not wanting to remain there any longer, I lower the packet of peas and stomp into the kitchen. Snatching the kettle filling it with water, I place it on top of the stove before grabbing a mug and dropping in a bag of Earl Grey. I leaned against the island in the room, my eyes already closed as I felt a migraine start to take hold of me. Suddenly, a low British voice spoke from the doorway, "What you did was incredibly reckless," and I opened my eyes to see Ghost standing there with his arms crossed.

I furrowed my brow in surprise, not having anticipated that he, of all people, would bring up my behaviour. " I know" I muttered, my hazel eyes fixed firmly on his. He didn't say anything else, though I had the distinct impression that he wanted to.

I make my way to the kettle and carefully pour hot water into my steaming mug; extending a cup to my companion, yet he declines. I set down the kettle and head over to the island with my drink in hand. Cozying up to the mug's warm embrace, I inquire cautiously about the whispering pair in the next room. “they’re talking about me, aren't they?” i mumble, feeling a weird sense of anxiety rumble in my chest. he makes a ‘hm’ noise. i snort, giving him side eye, “i like that, top notch communication". i get no response back but that doesn't bother me, from everything i heard about him, he’s a very reserved man. 

he never moves from his spot, seemingly comfortable while blocking the doorway with his massive frame. i finished my tea long ago, but not willing to break away from my spot. 

Though my attention turns to him in the kitchen, I soon become aware of footsteps coming closer. Barnes enters first, accompanied by Price; they both look directly at me and I struggle to smile uneasily. “Uh, what did I do now?” I inquire hesitantly, but neither respond. Instead, Barnes takes a seat next to me and continues to fix his gaze on me. okay, these two are up to something.

He didn't hesitate in delivering the news: "You're being transferred", he said. I was perplexed and inquired, "Where?". My voice hushed, but my confusion came through loud and clear. this is sudden, and why? when I joined this team, they agreed to never transfer me. my eyes swap around the room, from Barnes, to Price, then Ghost. “to my team” my gaze snaps to Price, who’s displaying a small smile. his arms crossed, head tilted. 

My confusion increases exponentially, leaving my head cocked at an angle. Questioning Price and Barnes, I queried, "Who requested it and why?" Without pause, Barnes rose to his feet and declared, "Price requested it due to their need of a reconnaissance sniper having technical expertise. Prepare yourself in ten minutes." With that, he evaporated from the room.

well great.

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good news about owning next to nothing, i packed everything in less than ten minutes and I'm now standing by the truck, duffle bag slung over my shoulders. my favorite rifle hanging loosely on my back. I closely observe Prince and Ghost approaching the truck, with Ghost getting in the driver seat. A wave of apprehension washes over me, recalling his reckless driving earlier. Prince notices my uneasiness and comforts me with a laugh. "He's not all that bad," he says, however I'm still unconvinced. In spite of this, I climb into the backseat of the vehicle.

once we’re in motion, i hold my file out to Price, who raises an eyebrow at me, “i already read your file” he says, confused. i shake my head, “technically yes, but no you didn’t. i stole the original file and replaced it. this file has everything in it” i mumble, nervous. He takes the file and examines its thickness, his eyes creasing in confusion. “Why? What are you hiding?” he inquires, and I notice Ghost staring at me through the mirror. Turning my head away, I fervently state, “Me. I am shielding myself. I determine who sees it, not them.”

He turns to me fully and asks, with a tone laced with something enigmatic, "SAS, missile warfare expert, air-force, bombs specialist, why are you hiding this?".

I tense up as we hit a bump, not having much faith in Ghost's driving capabilities. jokingly, I say, "Is this a bad time for me to mention that it's need-to-know only?" trying to lighten the atmosphere. Then, with a nod, he continues reading. “ i will tell you, just not right now” i mumble. turning back to look at the window.

God, what have I been thrown into?

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #im still trying to figure out tags #cod modern warfare #cod fanfic #cod mw fanfiction

[that-fanperson-meg]

Ok late night rambling time:

Good For You from Dear Evan Hansen is a near perfect song for Estelle and TK.

Full Ramblings and Lyric analysis under cut

Ok let’s get into this

So you found a place where the grass is greener And you jumped the fence to the other side Is it good? Are they giving you a world I could never provide?

I obviously see this as this being Estelle talking about how TK left his home planet (hence ‘jumped the fence to the other side’) for a place where they’re actually loved and accepted by people around him. Well I hope you're proud of your big decision Yeah, I hope it's all that you want and more

This is some classic Estelle Manipulation™️

Now you're free from the agonizing life you were living before

Even more Estelle Manipulation™️ as she basically says “the life that I gave you wasn’t as bad as you think it was.” (This also ties in with Are they giving you a world I could never provide? )

And you say what you need to say So that you get to walk away It would kill you to have to stay trapped When you've got something new

Estelle salty that TK left for the Star Warriors at the first chance that he got, and also guilt tripping them for leaving behind Nicova.

Well I'm sorry I had it rough And I'm sorry I'm not enough Thank God they rescued you

-This line it honestly what sold it for me-

Estelle is putting the blame on TK in this line and mocking the fact that his new family ‘rescued’ them from her

So you got what you always wanted So you got your dream come true Good for you Good for you, you, you Got a taste of a life so perfect So you did what you had to do Good for you Good for you

Once again Estelle guilt trips TK for getting the life that he always wanted (one without Estelle and one where people cared about them)

Does it cross your mind to be slightly sorry? Do you even care that you might be wrong? Was it fun? Well I hope you had a blast while you dragged me along

-I know there’s a different singer here but shhh-

More Estelle Manipulation™�� as she brings into question if their new life on planet Popstar really is all that he dreamed of.

And you say what you need to say And you play who you need to play And if somebody's in your way Crush them and leave them behind Well I guess if I'm not of use Go ahead, you can cut me loose Go ahead now, I won't mind

I see this as Estelle playing with TK’s emotions and remorse of leaving behind both Dusk Knight and Nicova with the lines, “Well I guess if I'm not of use / Go ahead, you can cut me loose”

I'll shut my mouth and I'll let you go Is that good for you? Would that be good for you, you, you? I'll just sit back while you run the show Is that good for you? Would that be good for you, you, you?

Somehow even more Estelle Manipulation™️! this is her basically saying, “go ahead, I’ll let you go do whatever you want- what do I know- I’m only your mother.”

All I need is some time to think But the boat is about to sink Can't erase what I wrote in ink Tell me how could you change the story? All the words that I can't take back Like a train coming off the track 'Cause the rails and my bones all crack I've got to find a way to Stop it, stop it! Just let me out!

This is literally the song version of the initial panic attack that TK had when they first learned that Estelle was coming to Planet Popstar. It’s all of his insecurities and memories of their life back on his home planet coming back, and ready to drag them back there.

So you got what you always wanted So you got your dream come true Good for you Good for you, you, you Got a taste of a life so perfect Now you say that you're someone new Good for you Good for you Good for you Good for you

All of this is mostly the same to what I said before, except for the bolded lyric. I interpret this as Estelle once again denying the existence of Lycio and TK as a whole, saying that there’s only Lycia, the person that she molded, that she though would be the perfect daughter, which in turn brings us to the last lyric:

So you got what you always wanted

I see this as particularly vile as in all honesty, Estelle’s entire goal was to make TK into the perfect daughter to use as a bargaining chip. Though she never got what she wanted, while TK did.

If you actually read though all of this I thank you lol

#twilight knight oc #kirby oc #Nicova Volans #Estelle Racheia

[petermorwood]

I got a Pilot VPen the other day and it writes like a dream, so much nicer than a pen I've tried that was ten times the price??? It's almost upsetting, and now I've put a blunt needle syringe and a bottle of fountain pen ink on my shopping list because I'd hate to throw it away once it's run out of ink. Thanks for the rec (not recently, I just remember a post or two you've made where you talk about how the nibs on those are really good. You weren't kidding!) and have a nice weekend!

I'm pleased to hear the Varsity / VPen nib quality hasn't changed since that post - not recent indeed, 4 years ago!

They're great for starting, loaning, even risk-of-losing, and a nice (if rare) example for those who might think fountain pens are always costly and elitist. :-)

Here's one link I attached about removing the nib and feed to refill it:

Despite what this article says, I've never had to use pliers even when the pens were new; YMMV on that. However a rag or tissue paper are a must, to protect the nib and catch any seepage of ink.

Green thumbs are for gardening, black and blue ones are the result of carelessly closed doors...

Here's another article:

This one doesn't mention pliers, just something to provide extra grip.

#writing #fountain pens #pilot varsity #pilot vpen #'disposable' pens

[oncedied]

fuck this fuck YOU you're hearing about what I have for revyn. this is long and somewhat lazy cos I'm tired lmao

so he and idesa are twins, they're both from Morrowind's mainland and rarely went to Vvardenfell. They were often attended to by an Argonian nanny who dubbed them both Sings-of-Dreams and Shaper-of-Wishes respectively as nicknames, seeing great potential in both of them -- and yet, diverging paths, which at the time seemed highly unlikely as they were inseparable.

They were still young when the Red Year happened, to which their family didn't feel a need to flee like everyone else did, instead opting to dig their heels in and endure whatever Red Mountain wanted to throw at the mainland with somewhat mixed results. Their family was now considered mostly crazy by everyone else, just because they refused to listen to the mourning of the death of Morrowind and what everyone assumed to be insanity or attachment to something dead was in fact unwavering hope.

Survival was difficult, which is why the twins when they reached adulthood both left one day, moving Westwards towards Skyrim, to Cyrodil, to anywhere but here, where they fought to survive and would sometimes even resign themselves to working for meals rather than pay, unwillingly becoming servants to uncaring masters. This reached a tipping point when their travels brought them closer to the Cyrodil-Skyrim border and they decided, fuck this, we're going to make our own ways now. So Revyn pocketed a bunch of valuables from the person they were presently working for and sold it to a fence, before leaving with his sister in the dead of night before the one they worked for even noticed.

This bothered Idesa, as she found Revyn to be changing and she didn't like these changes, especially the idea of him stealing from a rich noble -- she was less concerned with the moral implications and more concerned with the backlash once they find out and piece together it was them. Revyn however dismissed her and told her that they'll be long gone before then, they will be untraceable.

Eventually their travels brought them to Riften, where, with the promise of money and shelter and food Revyn would in time fall in with the Thieves' Guild, which drove a wedge between him and Idesa, considering her adamant fears for his safety and the potential harm that can -- and most certainly will -- hurt him or worse. He however insisted that he was going to provide for them both, that this was going to help them, please just hear me out.

In the Guild he was the bottom of the pecking order, and many found him incompetent and even outright stupid and some of his higher-ups would even assign him jobs worth much more just to pay him less, or they'd send him to jobs above his skill level in hopes he wouldn't come back alive from it. He was even put in groups that would deliberately sabotage him or even try and leave him for dead -- which, didn't go unnoticed, but he rationalized it as he just needs to prove himself and this'll all stop once he graduates a rank or two. This, however, would never come.

His departure from the guild came after a particularly intense job that involved burning a building -- to which his crew left him behind, either to take the fall for them or to die in the fire that was part of their job. They stood outside and waited for the roof to collapse into embers before cheering his supposed death -- Revyn thankfully survived, pulling himself from the flaming wreckage with his clothing in tatters, to which he slipped off into the woods by the time the guard arrived to investigate. He dragged himself to Riften with a fury, much to the shock of everyone in the Flagon upon his arrival stinking of smoke and dank water and snarling viciously.

He accused his compatriots of trying to kill him, of leaving him to die, "How dare you think I was oblivious to what you've been trying to do this whole time?" And in his accusation there was a convicting venom, punctuating with his statement that he is leaving. The response he was given were dire threats, especially because he had knowledge of upcoming jobs and they can't just let him leave alive, lose ends and all that. He takes one step towards that door and he's an enemy now, he dare not ever show his face in the Ratway again unless he has a deathwish. Lose ends, and all that.

Revyn fled the Ratway, running until his legs almost gave out and his lungs burned, and he didn't stop until he was slamming that gate shut behind him and stumbling up the stairs to the boardwalks above, collapsing against a wall heaving and coughing and sweating cold. A guard passing by asked him if he was okay, to which he insisted he was fine, knowing that his old guild has eyes everywhere and if he does so much as breathe a word it would be the end of him. Riften was no longer safe for him, so he moved north with nothing but the coin in his pocket and the tattered clothes on his back, almost freezing to death a handful of times if it wasn't for the kindness of a group of hunters that offered him some insulated armor.

Upon arrival to Windhelm he was promptly taken in by the Gray Quarter, where he would meet the people that would help him establish his shop and lead him to where he is now. He would run into his sister again, who would treat him like a stranger with a lot of "I-told-you-so"s attached. Revyn would try to reconcile with her, and even offer to share in his successes with her, to which she would insist that she needs time. Here Revyn would begin to shape himself into who we recognize now, enjoying some degree of success for quite some time.

That is, until the assassin appeared, contracted by the Dark Brotherhood to take out what they were considering an excessively high value target. His thieving, his apparent "betrayal" of the thieves' guild -- it all climaxed here.

#i've elongated the lifespans of elves somewhat #revyn sadri #caydeposting #skyrim #this is just the first half of everything planned for him #the rest focusses on his dynamic w/ samael #the assassin sent to kill him-turned-husband

[thenopequeen]

*throws more newsiecraft!Spot lore at you* Brain is weird and has decreed that I must document the things one (1) angry bird goes through. This is a bit of a long one, longer then expected honestly.

Sparrow doesn't join the newsies until about a year after Spot does, however if Sparrow was there before Spot, he'd 100% be the one dragging Spot into the chaotic family that is the newsies.

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It's been about a year since you were sent to this place, a place you now know is called a lab. You just turned seven. You only know this because upon falling from an attempt to climb up a book case, you held yourself in the air for a fleeting second. One of the few things your parents told you was that at seven, you'd be able to start flying. There's someone (or something, you don't know anymore) new in the room Demon was kept in. The crack in the wall, once your only source of comfort, is now a personal torment. All you can hear beyond your own thoughts is the wails and cries of the thing in the room behind you. You try to block it out to sleep at night, but it just makes it into your dreams. Things have gone from mildly annoying to bad. Your skin itches where the black stuff spreads, your head hurts from the brightness, you can't see clearly from one eye (it got infected by the black stuff a few weeks ago, you've already gotten used to it.), and you think your wings are slowly growing weaker. You feel trapped in your own body, something that is caused by the black stuff. Whenever you feel any kind of emotion, the bit on your head turns into either horns or new ears. Your tail provides no comfort, being cold to the touch. You still don't make a sound, because the thing in the room behind you has vanished like Demon. Your name tag and sign on the door have been updated. It now reads 'sp07-F'. You don't know what the 'f' means, and nobody is left to ask.

You are seven and a half when you are woken up by an adult with a black mask and kind eyes. He doesn't let you speak, but he takes the collar off. He tells you that you are going to be terminated in the morning, and that he's bringing you somewhere else instead. You want to ask what 'terminated' means. You don't. You aren't sure you want to know. It's cold outside of your room, the lights are almost blinding, and you stand out like a sore thumb. Kind Eyes tells you to hide your hybrid features, to make it easier to get away. You comply, feeling as you become almost human, aside from the glowing green eye and the feathers around your ears. It's good enough for now. You are brought to a portal, just like the one you came to this lab from. Kind Eyes messes with it for a second, before sighing. You already know he isn't going with you. You wonder why it bothers you.

You're eight when something good happens again. In the months since getting out of the lab, you've gotten actual clothes (a red and black shirt, as well as some brown pants), you finally have more control over making yourself appear as human as possible, and you can eat something when you want. You're lonely, though. Your heart aches for anybody to talk to, but you've already seen how dangerous that is. You've seen hybrids, some avians like you, dead in alleys. You've watched as people claim to care about children, only to throw them into a man-made hell. You already know that trust is dangerous. You now know what you are. You are something sold by the people who were suppose to care for you. You are something twisted and failed. You are something that barely escaped death. You wonder if choosing death would've meant you'd get to see Demon again. You meet him in a dark alley, just an hour before the sun would set. He finds you curled up on a bit of moss and scraps of fabric you've found, and he Knows exactly why you're here. You don't find out he Knows for years. You don't care much by that point. "I'm Racetrack, although the others call me Racer." He says, holding a hand out. "You wanna come meet my friends? I've got some bread to share." You hesitantly take his hand, and look at his face. He's grinning, and there's a warm light in his eyes. You figure that you have nothing left to lose. "I'm Spot." You say, the words strange on your tongue. You can't remember the last time you've spoken out loud. A last look into Racetrack's eyes seals the deal. You'll go with him, and maybe it'll turn out alright in the end.

Nooo, he is baby! No bad things should happen to baby.

Deep Spot Lore

Does anyone know what all they did and what all he is? Including him?

#a rambling nope appears #newsiecraft

[churgercheemz]

What is the point anymore?

Theirs always gonna be somebody better than me

WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT IF I HAVE NO SKILL NO TALENT AND NO KNOWLEDGE?, I'M A FAILURE

A FAILURE

I can't do nothing right, I can't even kill myself because I'm to weak for that 😄

Fuck you Morals and beliefs ^^ without you I'd be dead already and all this shit would be over, everything would be better and I wouldn't be here to waste space

Nothings even WRONG with me, I ain't got not disabilities or mental shit besides depression, I just happen to suck, I just happen to be a disgraceful peace of shit, a disgraceful idiot who can't even make it a day without a suicidal breakdown, why do you guys even bother to help me?, sure I appreciate it but you know it's gonna be short lived before I do it all over again, I'm a lost cause and their nothing no one can do not even myself can do to make all this at least a little easier

"Try harder" DOES NOBODY REALIZE HOW HARD I TRY?, AM I JUST THAT PATHETIC?

So pathetic that it's like I'm not trying? Does it just seem like I sit around and do nothing? Am I that worthless that you all think I'm nothing? NEWSFLASH BITCHES, I'VE BEEN TRYING MY FUCKING HARDEST!!!!

I'm failing school and theirs no hope to fix it :D, two trimesters of f's are unfixable, I can try all I want but I can't even last a full week at school, I can't even last 3 days straight ^^, I'm pathetic and dumb

My mental health is fucking non existent I'm lying here unable to sleep typing a fucking rant cause I have no better way to share my feelings

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE!!!

I've been masking and copying so long I don't know who I am, I'm just a fucking failure trying to exist and get better though all of my effort is in vain, I can't even express myself without getting ridiculed, I'll never be a real girl or a real anything CAUSE I'M NOTHING, I can't help nobody, I can even provide comfort, all I do is hurt, if I'm being honest I get a sick sense of joy from it, I want to make somebody hurt like how I hurt, I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE THIS, I DON'T WANT TO HURT PEOPLE 😁

The worst part is nobody can make me feel better nobody can tell me it'll be ok without lying their ass off, I want to get better and I want to be able to help people BUT THAT'S JUST ONE OF MY DREAMS, MY FARFETCHED UNACHIEVABLE DREAMS

All my dreams went away when my dad died, the dream I counted on the most was shattered, I don't know why I love him, he hurt me more than anyone else, all I wanted was to please him and to be there for him, all I got was a beating while he went to screw the neighbors and take care of their kids, and he'd come back drunk or stoned ready to beat you for looking at him wrong, he sold all mine and my brothers toys and Skylanders for drugs, after he left I got a second chance but I fucked that up to :3

I was a brat I can't lie but I never wanted him to leave, I thought he was good but he had to go and comit one of the worst things you can do, get taken to jail and eventually prison, and I still love my stepdad, my step family doesn't like me to much anymore despite being close before they were taken away for some shit their dad did, they're right to hate me, everyone I right to hate me because I'm useless, just a sack of flesh rotting away after every day

Most of the time I feel stuck in my own damn mind unable to change anything while I'm trapped in a body i hate as a person I hate, I don't see how anybody can love me, when I ask why they say I'm cool but what have I done to deserve it?, I've just existed and failed to help people 😀

I'm worthless

My opinions don't matter, my thoughts don't matter, and my feelings don't matter. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't do anything

[niuniente]

I don't know if you've ever posted about this, but if you ever feel like it I'd love to see the card decks you use and hear a little bit about them 😁 Which is your favourite, which is good for what, how you got them... I always hear good stories when I ask people about their decks! 🃏

I have spoken a bit about my decks in some asks but I've never introduced them all. All the photos are from online. I've left out some decks which I don't use and plan to give away.

Ascendent Masters Oracle Cards by Doreen Virtue was my first oracle deck. I bought it from Scotland very long time ago and it was my first introduction to oracle cards. Nowadays this deck serves for questions which are somehow related to person's life lessons and difficult lessons. It's quite heavy after being used for so long so I use it rarely. Heavy deck fits heavier topics. As all Doreen Virtue's decks (as she converted to her childhood religion), this deck is sold out. You can find fake copies from Aliexpress, which are the best you can do now if you want this deck or any other of Doreen's decks I've got.

Archangel Michael's deck (also from Doreen) was my 2nd deck as I had such positive experiences with the Ascendant Master's deck. This is my most reliable deck and I managed to get an extra deck before these were sold out. I use this deck pretty much to all readings, for any topic. It's my most versatile and most loved deck - and it has a few funny cards! Like this Decide To Be Happy Now. Boy, Michael doesn't look too happy. It's also good for Yes/No readings.

I'm not a mermaid person nor a dolphin person, never was, but this deck was my favorite from the moment I saw it. Magical Mermaids and Dolphins (also from Doreen) is one of the feminine decks. It's excellent for dreams, how to reach your goals, pep talks, for brighter energies. If I use this deck in the reading, it usually comes at the end of the reading to give a soft pep talk.

I got Black Cat Tarot from @sunnysunflowers as a Friend's Day gift some years ago. I love its art the best but as I'm still learning how to use tarot, I haven't used this as much as the oracle decks. This deck has its own personal meanings differing from traditional tarot. See above how V, the Hierophant, isn't so much visually about preaching as it is a teacher and a master who provides those in need and doesn't try to eat the mice. The Chariot in traditional tarot usually asks the rider to decide where to go, but as you can see, in this deck the Chariot is taking the cat forward, whether the cat wants that or not. This is visually very interesting deck to read if you forget what the tarots usually mean and see what's described in the pictures.

Halloween Oracle Deck by Stacey DeMarco took me a little while until it started to work for me. Nowadays, it's very easy deck to use and answers really good for questions such as what's the issue, what's the hindrance, what's the problem? I read this deck based on the cards and their symbolism than what the guide book says. This deck unfortunately has a creepy looking Mummy card I have taken out from the deck because just NO. Not that kind of vibe into my readings, thanks. It also has the most hideous werewolf I've ever seen. A disgrace to all werewolves (I'm sorry, artist! Q_Q) and as someone who has loved werewolves since I was 6 it pains me so much...!

Gods and Titans, also from Stacey DeMarco, is one of my favorite decks. This goes very well together with the Halloween deck. This deck contains only male deities from different cultures and masculine energy, so I always use it for clients who want to know something related to their male relatives, bosses, sons, husbands, lovers, including the future partner. This is very no-nonsense deck and a wonderful celebration for men and the guidance you can get from men & masculine energy. Though that Barbaric Fantasy Thor card always makes me laugh.

Angelarium deck from Peter Mohrbacher took me really long until it started to work. Turns out this deck needed other decks to accompany it. Now, when I'm more familiar with the deck I can use it alone, too, but this always shines together with other decks. It's one of my fave decks but it's pretty hard to use for beginners, so I would recommend you all to start with a simpler deck. This deck requires lots of connecting dots, intuition and seeing the big picture in small details. I got this from Thene, who was part of our Metal Gear Solid paintchat group long ago. She also makes oracle readings. It was a real surprise gift and I'm still very grateful for this deck! It even has Peter's autograph on its cover.

Sacred Traveler by Denise Linn (a Cherokee by her family line) I got this from my sister as a Christmas present. This is very easy deck to use, very nice to approach, as all Denise Linn's decks are if you ask me. This is supportive dreamer deck, full of positive messages and lots of cards. As it's a traveler's deck, I always use this if there is a need to find direction for something or someone.

Shaman's Oracle by John Matthews was a gift from @panimauser some years ago. It has worked really well and after many years, now shines as one of my most trusted decks when I really need to dig into things. It has lots of cards and all have photos of real cave paintings on them.

Yokai Tarot by @buboplague is a gift from @lanelacy. This deck is an art deck I'm not using for readings as it's a way too precious for me to be damaged in use. As the name implies, this deck contains Japanese demons and monsters.

Neon Moon Tarot by Pixel Occult is the best tarot deck I've had since I owned a Viking Tarot deck in my early 20's. This is so easy to use as we clearly speak same language with this deck. With tarot, it is important to find a deck which speaks the same language with you and vibes with you. Otherwise the reading can be difficult. This deck was a gift.

Moonology oracle cards by Yasmin Boland came to me as an exchange with my sister; she didn't come along with this deck and I had a deck I didn't come along, so we switched the decks. This works for me and my deck works for her. I use this rather rarely but it always has good and wise messages to give to me. It has light energy and it's pretty straightforward in a good way.

StarDragon Oracle deck is super pretty and a small deck but for some reason we don't come along that well. It feels a bit soulless and distant, but perhaps it has a long waking up-period similar to the Angelarium deck? I use this so rarely I was thinking not even including it in this list.

Small Bunny Postcards. These are not meant for oracle readings but they work perfectly for divination, like any other tool(s). I read these by interpreting the images and their symbolism.These seem to be good in predicting time frames or time posts I should be aware of.

This is my haul from the past decade. It's that difficult for me to find decks I come along with haha.

#ask niu #long post #oracle cards #divination

[catsi]

im in love with miffy 😭please tell me more about her if you can? whats going on in her current journey in the campaign, is there any detail you can give? also info about the campaign in general, the npcs you've drawn make me so interested!! sorry this is a lot but aaaa

!!!! 🥺❤ THANK U SO MUCH u are so so sweet… no need to apologize, i love to talk about her hhehe i would be happy to ramble more!! let me see how many sketches i have laying around that i can throw in here to buffer this wall of text a bit

the group recently finished up a heist! the owner of the biggest casino in the on the continent was housing a fountain of lightning aether that the group needed to harness for plot reasons. just as the group reached the fountain though, the casino owner used that aether to become a Primal born of Avarice

^ (messy! unfinished! don't judge me! this was the last stage of a concept mockup i was doing for the fight hdfsfjfdh)

after whooping his ass and stealing the important valuables from his office such as a Flamberge Egg (Faberge Egg that turns into a Flamberge sword)

the group headed south towards Keelhaul Cove, a haven for pirates!! notably, one night while sitting watch, Miffy became aware of the shadow of a spider crawling up her arm (no spider, just the shadow of one)

it ended up being a Voidsent named Todash, who informed her that they had previously made a pact when she tossed a bag of sand into a Voidgate. he then offered her another pact to consider: if Miffy should accept, she would be provided with inconceivable power, and secrets of the Void unknown to any mortal would be made hers. it is generally considered an Extremely Bad Idea to make a deal with a Voidsent. that's usually how you end up a thrall for a thousand years. none of that matters to Miffy. she was sold at "knowledge of the Void unknown to anyone else". she loves knowing shit no one else knows.

Todash told her to consider it for now, and to call on him when her time of need was great. then he snuck into the shadow of the spider in her Spider Ring she won from a carnival. no one else saw this exchange. Miffy is still unsure whether that encounter was a dream or not.

in our most recent session, the group participated in a tournament against other pirate crews in Keelhaul, and won! that means they'll be given a ship, and they'll split a fortune with the team they allied with.

the victory also comes with the responsibility of killing the Beast of Belshaw Strait. almost no one who's seen the Beast of Belshaw has lived, so accounts of it are inconsistent - it flies and rains hell upon enemies, it swims and swallows all it sees, it crawls on land and casts magic, etc - so they have no idea what to expect. >:3c i'm VERY excited!!

also at the end of the tournament they reunited with a friend who vanished 18 sessions ago!

since the last time we saw her, we learned that she's the evil pope's daughter, so we have a lot of catching up to do 😳

#thank u again for asking ur SO NICE i LOVE TALKING ABT MIFFY AND THIS CAMPAIGN!!! #catsi sketches #ffxiv #d&d 5e #miffy #purpetua #cardamum #anka

[pandiongames]

I realized I've been just doing a bunch of advertising instead of just talking here. So I wanted to just like. I dunno. Talk.

Hello, I'm Andy! I'm a guy who loves birds, camping, the wilderness, and that spooky feeling around twilight during fall. Ya'know, the spooky feeling you kind of want to walk towards down the sidewalk, the leaves crunching, before the streetlights flicker on? When the veil between reality and dreaming is thinnest, and maybe you can catch a glimpse of the last leshen hiding in the old oak.

But birds are cool.

Back in 2020, my partner and I sold just about everything we owned and moved into an 80sqft RV because we were miserable in the town we lived in. We had were relocated there when we had just graduated from college, and we just... existed there.

Ten years later, we said to hell with it, sold everything, and traveled around the US trying to find a new town to live in. We ended up in a cute town called Greenville, SC in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

It was during my time in the RV that I started game design! I wrote Storyteller - it's a campfire horror game designed to just be played with whatever you have on hand.

And I wrote it for me. Because I still wanted to play games while traveling, but everything required dice, or pencils or or or. How do you play a ttrpg with just some random people you met at a campground from across a bonfire in twilight with low light?

And then it spiraled out of control, and now I run my own game company?! (but still have a day job in Education... so far)

It's called Pandion Games because while we were traveling in the RV up the eastern coast, we would hunt out osprey nests and watch them. We'd even pull off to the side of the road if we spotted one and grab the binoculars. Osprey's scientific name is Pandion Haliaetus!

I also have two dogs - Cashmere and Elsa!

And a cat - Minnow!

They all love each other. I love them. They're awesome. Cashmere does our taxes. Elsa tries to help, but is bad with numbers, but it's the effort that counts. <3

Minnow is a demon, providing endless entertainment for herself while slowly destroying all soft surfaces in the house before snuggling with us to make us forget all about her evil deeds. As kittens do.

I am also learning how to dress myself still.