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psychickiss · 7 months

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smile!

— saiki kusuo x reader (gn, 2nd pov)

— summary: Helping out Saiki has its perks—example, he smiles for a picture with you on what would look like a date to outsiders.

— notes: this was an old fic i posted from june! edited it a little and finally remembered to reup here :-)

— things: hmmmm i guess the reader's relationship with saiki is kind of romantic? but the overall dialogue and stuff is platonic :-)

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When Saiki couldn’t go to Toritsuka for help, he’d approach you.

You weren’t explicitly aware of his powers, but you’ve had your suspicions. Though, it was something you never brought up in conversation with Saiki.

Whenever you do help Saiki out, you assure him that he isn’t in debt to you. This results in Saiki going out of his way to silently pay you back. He knows your words are true, but he wasn’t okay with a good deed going unrewarded.

Additionally, you were okay with doing just about anything. Help him stay away from the sports festival? Sure, you hated it too. Join the Occult club so there’s a not-so-annoying familiar face? Why not? The club seemed like it wouldn’t be too much work.

Talk to a guy from another class for Saiki? Okay.

You weren’t the best at starting a conversation, and neither was Satou Hiroshi. Why Saiki wants to know his interests, you didn’t bother asking. It wasn’t your business.

Opening a conversation with Satou wasn’t hard at all—you figured you could just lie on the spot. “Hi, Satou. Truth be told, I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while. I want to make friends from every section, and I thought I’d talk to you.”

Satou looks up at you, surprised. “Me? But, I’m not as interesting as the other guys here... Like Toritsuka–”

You abruptly shake your head. “I’ve interacted enough with him. I’m good. But, you... You just have a calming presence, you know? Puts people at ease.”

Saiki, from afar, listens in on your conversation. You had suggested to be on call with him as you made conversation with Satou.

Listening in on your conversation with Satou was something Saiki could do without the help of technology, but you didn’t know that, so Saiki agreed. This made you one of the really few people in Saiki’s phone contacts.

You pull an empty chair near Satou and sit on it. “So, tell me, what do you like? Any favorite bands, drinks, stuff like that?”

Satou happily answers you. “One OK Rock! I love their songs! Ah, I drink a lot of peach tea, too.”

You smile at Satou. “Oh, that’s nice. Do you have any hobbies?”

“I like to read.”

You nod. Average hobby. I like to read too. Everyone likes reading to a certain degree. You then ask him, “Oh? What kind of stuff do you read?”

Satou hums. “Well, I read all kinds of books. I like to pick up a copy of Weekly Jump on Fridays; kind of a reward for getting through the week.”

“That’s so interesting...! Would you want to walk home with me later? That way, we could talk more.” You put your hand in your pocket, checking to see if your phone was still there. You proceed to stand up from the chair and put it back in its place.

Satou awkwardly laughs in response. “I’m sorry, but I have a few errands to do after school, I wouldn’t want to drag you around with me. Maybe some other time.”

You laugh back. “It’s alright. There’s no need for you to apologize! I’ll be on my way now. Good luck with class, Satou.”

“Thank you, you too.” Satou waves before walking away.

You take out your phone and hold it close to your ear. “So? Is that all?”

Saiki hums. “Yes. Thank you.”

“How are you going to get this week’s Jump? We aren’t allowed to leave schoolgrounds until classes are over.”

Saiki answers you, “I have my ways.”

You furrow your brows. “Alright... Why do you want to hang out with him, anyway? No offense, but he’s kind of... bland.”

“That’s exactly why I want to talk to him. Also, we can stop the call. I can see you walking towards me.”

You sigh and end the call, continuing your conversation with Saiki face-to-face. “Alright... And you’re sure he’ll talk to you?”

Saiki shrugs.

You reply flatly, “That’s reassuring. I’ll be at Café Mami if things go well, or not. The usual booth. I’ll just text you.”

I could use clairvoyance to find you, but that works.

...

You enter Café Mami, alone for the time being, and look for an empty booth. You spot one and head straight to it, setting your bag down. You text Saiki.

You:

Do you want coffee jelly?

Saiki:

👍🏼

You:

How’s it going with Satou?

Saiki:

I’m waiting for him by the gate. I have a copy of this week’s Jump with me, and I bought peach tea from the cafeteria.

You:

Okay. This means you’ll be going to Café Mami though, right?

Saiki:

I’m just going for the coffee jelly.

You smile at his message before closing your phone. Keep telling yourself that, Saiki.

The manager approaches you and takes your order; you order something for yourself, and two cups of coffee jelly for Saiki. One for him to eat here, and...

“The other coffee jelly is to-go, thank you.”

You open your phone again and search up the band Satou mentiond, One OK Rock. You rummage your bag for your earphones, but to your dismay, you couldn’t find it.

You quietly sigh to yourself. I guess... I’ll listen with my phone really close to my ear. God, I hope no one hears.

You choose a song and pleasantly listen to it. This actually isn’t so bad. Might add this to my playlist– the song stops. You check the notification.

Saiki:

Hello. I am on my way there.

You:

Take care. ♡

You see Saiki enter Café Mami, and your eyes dart towards the earphones he’s wearing. You point at it. “Those are mine! Where did you get those?”

Saiki sits down as he answers you, “Your bag.”

“You didn’t ask...!”

The manager approaches you two. “Here’s your order. The coffee jelly to-go will be served shortly.”

Saiki looks at you, confused about that last sentence.

“Ah, I ordered a second one for you to enjoy at home.”

Saiki’s eyes sparkle at your words.

You bring your order closer to you. “So, how did things go with Satou?”

Saiki slumps his shoulders and dejectedly hands you back your earphones. “I’ll be taking both coffee jellies to-go, thanks.”

Your voice was riddled with panic, “Huh–?! No, don’t go! Is it that bad?”

“He didn’t talk to me.”

You laugh. “That’s it? Did you even try to talk to him? You’re not the most chatty person I know.”

Saiki nods. “I had everything he liked; Weekly Jump, peach tea, and I was listening to One OK Rock. I even smiled at him.”

You hold back your laughter, you didn’t want Saiki to feel worse than he already did. “Maybe... Maybe he didn’t talk to you because he knew you stole my earphones.”

Irritated, Saiki replies, “That is totally unrelated”

You shrug. “Yeah.” You decide to tease him, “Maybe your smile was weird. Off-putting. I mean, you don’t smile a lot.”

Saiki shakes his head. “My smile wasn’t weird.”

“I’ll have to see for myself.”

“No.”

“You’re no fun.”

Saiki doesn’t reply to your comment, opting to finally eat the coffee jelly in front of him.

“Here’s the coffee jelly to-go. Your order’s complete. Thank you!”

You smile at the waiter and gently push the paper bag with the coffee jelly inside towards Saiki.

Hm... Maybe if he smiled at Satou like that, then they’d be hanging out like this. Ah, then I wouldn’t be able to see Saiki so happy. Perhaps I’ll be selfish, just this once.

Saiki thought to himself as he ate the coffee jelly. For someone who’s had their suspicions about my powers, you sure think rather shamelessly. You’ve done a lot for me, so I’ll let you have this.

Saiki finishes his coffee jelly. “Take out your phone.”

You do as told, although clueless to Saiki’s intentions. “Okay...?”

“I’ll show you the smile I gave to Satou.”

You move over in your seat so Saiki could sit beside you. He takes the hint and walks over to you.

You two smile and you snap a picture, the smile on your face still there as you examine it. Saiki returns to his seat.

You two were smiling, but you were the only one looking at the camera. You look up from your phone, then at Saiki. “Why were you looking at me?”

He’d then respond, “I wasn’t ready.” You looked happy.

#saiki kusuo x reader #kusuo saiki x reader #saiki k x reader #saiki kusuo #saiki k #saiki x reader

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esamastation · 7 months

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Part fifty-nine of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-fix, fifty-seven, fifty-eight

By the end of the day Tseng has been left with answers, questions and a whole lot of sections unfelined in his original assessment to be removed as no longer applicable. Sephiroth… neither behaves nor reacts as expected, that much is clear. But that's not the most concerning thing, at all.

Sephiroth's Energy Alignment is. His cultivation is a concern. As is the fact that the man is absolutely certain that it can be taught to anyone.

There is a number of theories about what is happening to Sephiroth. Professor Hojo has one theory, the Science Department as a whole has another. Tseng himself had added a few more theories to the list, which have now been proven wrong.

Sephiroth's cultivation isn't Wutai in origin. It's similar in nature, self-improvement and self-betterment, the cultivation of your self in order to advance in your abilities is certainly part of it. But what Sephiroth is doing is taking all that to a metaphysical - or perhaps magiphysical - level. He is quite literally cultivating the energies inside himself, honing them in manner unheard of, into something no one has ever theorised.

And Tseng can't deny that it does indeed seem like it might be an Ancient doctrine. Sephiroth can already perform magical feats without Materia - and according to the man himself, he's still in the beginner stages.

"What will happen once your cultivation is complete?" Tseng can't help but ask, after the day's training and meditation is over and they're making dinner.

"I will ascend to the heavens as a new god," Sephiroth answers loftily and then laughs softly at the look Tseng gives him. "Cultivation is never complete. It doesn't have an end goal. It is a process and a journey - one you dedicate your whole life to."

"... During which you get more and more advanced in your abilities?" Tseng asks, setting aside the chopped vegetables.

During the day he's noted two things. One, Sephiroth reacts best to direct, unambiguous questions. Two, he can't resist a chance to explain. The man had also relaxed immediately when Tseng began asking those questions - and began imparting information with much greater ease.

Tseng had adjusted his approach accordingly.

"Isn't that the goal of everyone who is in progress of learning anything, to get better?" Sephiroth asks and adds the washed rice into a pot, closing the lid. "Cultivation isn't exactly a sliding scale with set points of improvements, but yes, the more you practise, the better you get."

In other words, there's no such thing as being done with Sephiroth's new practice. If the man was given leeway, he'd stay here indefinitely, training and meditating. Hmm.

Well, it's good to know that there's definitely a way to remove the man from the volatile equation that is Shinra.

Tseng makes a mental note to procure a permanent and suitably secluded safehouse for Sephiroth, should the need arise, and then moves onto preparing the rest of the food.

Sephiroth watches him with that smug look of satisfaction he's had on for most of the day, and then asks, "Tell me, Tseng, what do they think of all of this back at Shinra?"

Tseng glances at him. "Why do you want to know?"

"I'm curious," Sephiroth smiles. "I know they have theories. I would like to know what they're saying."

Tseng shakes his head. "So that you can adjust your behaviour accordingly?" he asks pointedly.

Sephiroth huffs. "No, of course not. I just think it would be funny, that's all."

Tseng gives him a look, not believing a word of it. "One of the theories is that you have a case of confabulation."

Sephiroth blinks and then frowns. "What does that mean?"

"You have amnesia, you've forgotten most of your life - but not all," Tseng explains. "You remember some things and are subconsciously leaning more into those things. They take more space in your awareness and have higher importance. Your brain, unbeknownst to you, fabricates memories and knowledge around those few things, giving you a false sense of expertise in matters you probably only perceived peripherally."

Sephiroth looks taken back. "Like what?" he asks, sounding stunned.

"Home decor, fashion, Wutai martial arts, monster knowledge - tea?" Tseng points to the Wutai tea set, Sephiroth's most prized possession here, after his sword. "What little you remember you cling onto and wrap yourself around, to make it seem like you have a past, likes, habits, and preferences."

Sephiroth blinks at that, his brows arching, and Tseng adds, "Though you drank tea before, it was without such ceremony. You've expanded a minor habit into a full on hobby."

"Huh," Sephiroth says, sounding fascinated now. He folds his arms, looking at Tseng in a new light. "You really think that?"

No, not really. Sephiroth's new habits aren't just self-deluding mind-fronting in the face of his amnesia. He's far too well practised and skilled in them. It's not just the tea drinking - everything new he's doing now he does with an unnerving amount of prior knowledge.

His new talent as a teacher is the most damning of it all. It's not just knowledge - it's both expertise and experience. Sephiroth teaches like a man who's been doing it for years, who's had hundreds of students, and who both enjoys what he's doing and is very good at it. It's a mix of qualities that only time and practice can give you.

"I don't know what's going on with you," Tseng admits. "But I know it's not something you got from a simple Mako injection."

Thought he still isn't sure he'd call it necessarily Ancient knowledge. He's seen the things Aerith does without thinking, without effort, as natural as breathing. What Sephiroth is doing definitely takes effort.

Tseng still can't quite reconcile them as somehow being the same, with how fundamentally different they are. Though after today…

He's not so sure anymore.

Sephiroth hums, his expression going serious as he looks away. Then he shakes his head and offers, cheekily, "Tea, while we wait for the rice to cook?"

Tseng hums and joins him at the tea table, tugging at the knees of his trousers to keep them from stretching as he sits down. Sephiroth makes tea like an old Wutai master, pouring the first steep away and then pouring for them both.

The tea is, of course, perfectly prepared.

For a moment they're quiet, listening to the fire crackling in the stove and how the rice pot start to bubble.

"Are they really trying to recreate what happened?" Sephiroth then asks quietly, somewhat guiltily. "With someone else?"

Tseng considers his mood and then answers honestly. "Yes. With several others. Almost the entirety of the SOLDIER program has been tested for viability, though very few suit Professor Hojo's criteria."

Sephiroth's full bottom lip draws into a line. "How many are…?" he can't seem to bring himself to finish the question.

Tseng fishes out his PHS and pulls up the report. "There have been four casualties - SOLDIER Second Class Laxey Jansen, and SOLDIER cadets Mick Rowley, Dient Wreck, Justus Owley, and Gus Fusel," he lists, watching Sephiroth's reaction closely as the man's face tightens with discomfort. Tseng continues, "There have been a number of candidates in and out of coma, too many to list. And there's one case of brain death, cadet Cloud Strife."

The teacup in Sephiroth's hand shatters to a thousand pieces.

>:3c

#Fanfiction #ff7 #svsss #tseng of the turks #sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan

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mostofthingsmostofthetime · 2 months

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My thoughts on The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes movie

I don’t know if I liked it as much as the original films (maybe Mockingjay 1 & 2 as they are pretty emotionally draining), but I still enjoyed it.

I think where it fell a little flat for me is 1. The beginning was a bit slow (tbh I only really started getting interested when Lucy Gray stuck that snake down that girl’s dress & even then I enjoyed the story more when the setting changed from the Capitol to the district) 2. I knew Snow would survive 3. I’d already been spoiled online for a lot of stuff that happens & 4. while I know the director did his best to make Snow as “likeable” as he could for as long as possible, even before he started getting “a little too comfortable” with killing & snitching I didn’t find him as sympathetic as Katniss or Peeta (but that is probably again down to the fact that I know what he goes onto do & there’s no real way around that), this made engaging with him difficult for me.

The world is fascinating. Getting to see all the new locations we never had access to before as well as old locations now in a totally different light (for example district 12 which, while still clearly suffering, seemed like such a bustling industrial town compared to how it is in Katniss’s time). It might have a much more retro aesthetic but there's also just a more vibrant, natural, wild & lawless atmosphere to this movie compared to the others in the franchise. The whole scope of the film just felt more cinematic then I remember the others being yet also weirdly intimate. Maybe because it was one contained story & we knew the main character’s fate from the start. I also loved the title cards signifying the start of each section of the story like from the books & wished they'd done something similar for the other films. It just added a certain flair to the whole thing. Almost gave it the vibe of a tragic play.

The costuming was great. The bright red of the academy uniforms. Flickerman’s snazzy suits. Snow’s dapper black & white outfit. Both peace keeper uniforms (despite one of them giving very ‘1930’s Germany’ vibes) looked great. Grandma might have been a bigot, but at least she was well dressed. Everything Dr Gaul wore (except the top that looked like a used tampon, lol) was exquisite. The main ladies of fashion, Tigris & Lucy Gray slayed. Our Future Capitol stylist looked like some regal yet exotic bird & Miss Survivor was giving Bohemian, country girl realness the entire time she was on screen. Even the extras were serving (like that random couple Snow walked past on his way to the reaping ceremony).

The music was amazing. Every song that played was fantastic (shout out to Olivia for her end credit contribution). The lyrics & instrumentation were beautiful & my god does Rachel Zegler have pipes! Anyone who says the singing scenes are cringy is just stupid like I’m sorry you can’t appreciate art. Also, the words ‘ballad’ & ‘songbirds’ are literally in the title. Plus, Lucy Gray is from the poorest district, so what exactly do those people want her to do in her free time? She can’t exactly hop on an X-box for a few hours. Not too mention that (as the offspring of someone who’s musically inclined) I can tell you, it’s completely realistic for a musician to use their craft to help them deal with trauma & Lucy Gray clearly had more than her fair share of that.

The Grandma'am helped to paint a sadly very realistic background for Snow. As who among us hasn’t met at least one delusional old person who thinks that their/their group’s suffering (regardless of the severity of it or the reason behind their former/newer status in society) means that no one else are deserving of even the tiniest shred of humanity & there are some people who are unlucky enough to not only be related to these people but be raised by them.

Hunter schafer as Tigris is clearly the superior Snow when it comes to things like empathy & overall mental stability but I do kind of wish they’d been more for her to do. Credit where credit is due though her & Tom did actually look like they could be related & I did buy their familial bond (which makes her appearance in Mockingjay so much sadder in hindsight).

Peter Dinklage as Casca Highbottom was a bit of a mix for me just due to his purpose as a character & the limit of film as a form of media. Like sure the audience know that Snow’s going to become an irredeemable monster in the end but without a window into his mind it really does just seem like the Dean is just out to get him & even when we find out why it seems kind of unfair. Like sure his dad sucked but haven’t the Games shown that blaming children for violence caused by others is unjust (& like ok he hates Coriolanus & probably the grandma but Tigris hadn’t done anything to deserve living in poverty, as she can’t control who she’s related to)? Plus, it felt like he could have at least tried taking Snow under his wing at some point to try to hinder Dr Gual’s influence. Saying all of that, though, Peter Dinklage is great at playing an addict with depression & the idea that some drunken rambling could lead to such long-lasting suffering is terrifying. Also its pretty realistic that living with that kind of guilt & in such a cruel environment for that long would make most people jaded & bitter, even if they did have good intentions.

Omg we finally get a Mayor family on screen & they’re assholes! Madge would be so disappointed 😭. It was interesting to see how harsh & overall “boot licky” the mayor & his family seemed compared to decades later, which makes sense as the war wasn’t that long ago for them so the dad probably felt more incentive to align himself with the Capitol as well as not feeling very connected to the district people as 12’s decline probably didn’t fully set in until they really started running low on coal & Snow became president (oh I just know he wanted to blow that district off the map 😆). I also wouldn’t put it past Billy to come up with some sob story of how he really does love Mayfair but wicked Lucy Gray is somehow preventing them from being together. Still no excuse to try to send her to her death twice in one week, though. Definitely not a girl’s girl.

Ok, so a liar. Cheat. Drunk & someone who hits women. Is there anything good about Billy Taupe? Also, trying to get your ex back, while your current girlfriend is literally standing right next to you? Dude, have some god damn back bone! You made a choice, now stick to it. Also, fumbling Lucy Gray, for a girl like that? What’s it like having no brains or taste? Well, too bad, coz you’re stuck with her forever now, lol.

Viola Davies, the actress that you are. What else is there to say? Dr Gaul is almost comic book levels of insane. Like she is how the Right see women in STEM, on crack! I don’t know what she did to get into character, but whatever it was, it worked.

Jason Schwartzman as Lucretius Flickerman is a very interesting addition to the story despite playing such a small & seemingly insignificant role. He is strange in how unthreatening he is while also extremely blasé about the abhorrent violence he witnesses that it’s as funny as it is disturbing. Making him come across as more human yet harsher than his son, who at least pretends to care about the tributes (in a very Capitol way, obviously but still). There’s also a polish & confidence to Tucci’s performance that I think Schwartzman did a great job of avoiding copying (despite knowing what audiences were probably expecting) because not only are their characters in entirely different stages of their careers but the whole ethos of the Hunger Games is different in Snow’s youth than it is in Katniss’s. Caesar is a well established presenter & during his time, the games have always been a success (minus the year with the tundra) that the entire Capitol is invested in & seemingly in support of. On the other hand Lucretius had the unique task of not only coming into a job like this with zero experience (I mean imagine going from announcing the weather to presenting the fucking hunger games) but also there were no vibes to try to emulate let alone guidelines to follow because he truly was the first person to do this. On top of that, the "event" his presenting has been panned for years as both boring & unethical. Schwartzman brought a slightly awkward, experimental, yet try hard vibe (like a comedian who's desperate to get a laugh) that I think worked wonderfully for the character.

Tom Blyth's performance was great & he was visually perfect for a young Snow (the power of a good wig! Who knew lol). Even having the cool, analytical stare of Donald Sutherland, down pat. While his appearance was very Eminem during his peacekeeping days, his realisation in the cabin and subsequent breakdown in the woods were crazy. There was so much tension between him & Rachel in that scene that for a second, it literally felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. I could almost hear the record scratch for both of them, & all that building paranoia finally coming to a sudden crescendo in the way that it did? Pure cinema!

Josh Rivera, as Sejanus, was honestly a mix for me. Obviously, I agree with his morals, but his way of going about it did seem a little dumb. However I do think it’s pretty realistic that a teenager, especially a rich one, would be rather naive. Also I’ve heard that he’s smarter in the book & I think at times my frustration with him is more just down to the fact that I’m seeing him from Snow’s point of view. Meaning scenes that would be portrayed as noble in any other film instead come across as almost painfully inconvenient because the focus is always on how they affect Snow rather than the actual victims of the situation. Lastly, sorry, Snowjanus shippers, I just don’t see it (especially on Snow’s end), but whatever floats your boat.

Rachel Zegler played Lucy Gray with the perfect mix of natural charm & emotional vulnerability with clear pride in her culture & a refusal to let the world around her change who she is. Yet there was also an air of mystery & a subtle resilience to her that makes her potentially surviving out in the woods for years without being detected actually believable (though I don’t buy the theory that she went on to become president Coin). Definitely the highlight of the movie for me.

PS. I'd love to know what you think of my review in the comments/tags & am open to criticism (as long as it's respectful) just remember that I'm only talking about the movie so please don't reference anything spersific to the book.

#some other things i wanted to mention but didn’t seem significant to put in the review (+ it was getting rather long) are:#Clemensia you were so pretty & did not desserve to die #like who hasn't cheated on their homework a little #may my hair look as good as your's if i ever get bit by a snake #dill & wovey rest in peace my darlings #Lysistrata it wasn't your fault #Arachane you got what you deserved tbh #reaper you have my respect forever king #lumina really said kill um with kindness #no but sersiously i love you girl & your 1950's farm girl aesthetic #marcus you did not desserve that & sejanus is sorry & in my heart you guys meet up & become boyfriends in the afterlife #treech you didn't leave much of an impression but at least your hat was cool #bobbin my little germin looking boy #at least you gave Snow a good scare before your demise #coral looks gay like that's a lesbian right there #thg #the hunger games #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes review #thg tbosas #thg tbosbas #tbosas #tbosbas #tbosas review #tbosbas review #thg tbosas review #thg tbosbas review #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds and snakes review #southern gothic is my new fravriote genre #review

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juney-blues · 1 year

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ever since i made THIS POST a lot of people have been asking for a tutorial, even though in pretty much all of the screenshots i included the specific part of inspect element showing exactly what i edited.

so buckle the fuck up I guess because the tumblr userbase want to find out how to make html pages unusable and who am I to deny you.

get ready for Baby's First HTML and CSS tutorial lmao

ok so first things first we need to go over BASIC HTML

html is made up of these things called "tags" which specify certain parts of the web page, such as

HEADERS (<h1> through <h6> in terms of importance)

PARAGRAPHS (<p>paragraph here</p>)

LINKS (<a href="linkhere"></a>)

BOLDED SECTIONS OF TEXT(<b>bold here</b>)

and a bunch of other stuff,

by default however, specifying all of this just gives us a plain white page with plain black text of varying sizes

that's of course, no fucking good, and sucks shit, so the arbiters of html decided to let us STYLE certain elements, by adding a STYLE parameter to the tag

this can change any number of elements about how things are formatted.

text colour, page colour, font, size, spacing between elements, text alignment, you name it? you can change it!

you might've noticed that, certain elements are nested in other elements

and that any changes that apply to one element, apply to everything included under that element!

how convenient!

anyway this method of styling things by adding a style=" " to their tags is called "in-line style"

i think because the "style" goes "in" the "line"

it's generally ALSO a pain in the ass to style an entire website like this and should be exclusively reserved for small changes that you only want to apply to specific parts of the page.

for any real change in style you want to create a <style> section in your page's header!

this can be used to make changes to how all elements of a type in your page are displayed

or even add new elements with whatever wacky styling you want that can be used with the <div> tag!

wow! isn't css just dandy!

and hell you can even use External CSS™ if you're making multiple pages and want them all to have a consistent theme, by pointing to a .CSS file (which is basically just a <style> header without the <style> tags lmao

ok this is all well and good and very interesting if, say, you're making your own website

*cough*neocities*cough*itsreallycoolandfree*cough*

but you came here because you want to FUCK UP A WEBSITE and make it look STUPID!!

so this is where the transform css property comes in~

you can read up on it HERE if you want the details but basically it allows you to apply mathematical transformations to any html element you want,

all of these fun bastards,

they can be really useful if you're doing some complicated stupid bullshit like me

OR for having fun >:)

if you'll remember, earlier i said that css properties apply to literally everything nested in an element,

and you MIGHT notice, that literally everything in pretty much all html files, is nested in an <html> tag

you can use style=" " or regular css on pretty much ANY html tag,

INCLUDING HTML!

ok ok that was a lot of buildup for something that i could've explained in one or two lines, but i gave you all this fundamental knowledge for a reason,

well, two reasons, go make a neocities

CHAPTER 2: THIS POST HAS CHAPTERS NOW

CSS KEY FRAMES BABYYYY

THESE FUCKERS DON'T WORK AS INLINE STYLING

I HAD TO TEACH YOU HOW CSS WORKED, TO GIVE YOU THE KNOWLEDGE YOU NEED, TO ANIMATE PAGES. TO MAKE THE FUCKERY COMPLETE!!!!

OKAY SO AGAIN READ UP ON THIS IF YOU WANT THE FULLEST POSSIBLE UNDERSTANDING

BUT WHAT KEYFRAMES ALLOW YOU TO DO, IS ANIMATE CSS PROPERTIES

and then make a class, which calls that animation...

and then assign that class. to your html tag.

and then vomit forever

we can do it in 3d too,

the only limit is your imagination... (and how many parameters you want to look up on w3schools and mozilla mdn web docs)

CHAPTER 3: APPLYING IN PRACTICE

ok now the fun thing about all of this, is you can apply it to your blog theme, literally right now

like literally RIGHT now

like step one, make sure you have a custom blog theme enabled in your settings, because that's turned off by default for some reason

step 2: edit theme

step 3: edit html:

step 4: apply knowledge in practice >:)

#juney.txt #html #css #web development #psa #long post

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fluffyhare · 4 months

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Like Real People Do, Part 2! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Casper waits for Avery to make good on his promise to visit, and gets more than they bargained for!

☁️ Warnings: Suggestive language, mild tickling (please do not interact with this if you're a minor!)

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2 *you are here

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

Everything that hurt, always hurt more the second day.

I sat up in bed, pain wrapping around my middle like a boa constrictor, squeezing agony into my bones. It was four a.m. again, but now it was Monday; a workday.

I grabbed my phone and opened my company's intranet page, hastily navigating to the HR section of the site and putting in for a sick day, followed by an email to my boss and coworkers.

Good morning,

I am not feeling well and will not be in today. All incidents assigned to me are up-to-date with notes. In case of emergency, please text me.

Thank you,

[deadname]

I stared at my reflection in the dirty bathroom mirror. My teal hair looked like the aftermath of a fork stuck into an electrical outlet, and there were pale violet circles under my eyes. While they were genetic, they had become even more visible since my insomnia started. Lifting my shirt, I looked at my stomach, where a bruise like an arm of the Milky Way bloomed in shades of blue and purple, fading to yellowish green at the frayed border. I clattered three Excedrin into my palm and swallowed them dry.

My apartment didn't have a dining area, so I sat on my green-corduroy couch as I peeled an orange. Aside from the hum of the air conditioning unit, it was quiet.

What the hell happened yesterday?

Given the shape and location of the bruise, I felt pretty certain that I had, indeed, crashed my skateboard into the pier's guardrail.

"Oh, shit! My skateboard!" I remembered dismally. It was probably at the bottom of the ocean by now, waterlogged and unsalvageable. Unlike most other skaters I knew, who often had a quiver of five or six boards, I only had one; a drop-through longboard that wasn't too long, which meant it was perfect for my short stance. It was the first board I'd learned to ride, and I'd saved up for months to afford it. My heart sank as I remembered how much research I had done to find the perfect beginner skateboard, and the graphic I had so carefully selected -- a stylized depiction of a person surfing beneath a cloudy, pastel sunrise.

Sunrise. Clouds.

The rest of my memories from the previous day surged back.

"Avery!"

I nearly choked on an orange slice as I glimpsed the microwave's digital clock. It was five a.m. now.

"Sunset time Port Oleander," I googled frantically, the search engine responding with cruel indifference, "seven-thirty p.m."

My fingers counted the hours: fourteen and a half. I collapsed back into the couch as impatience like a cartoon anvil fell on me. How could I possibly wait that long?

Memories of the lighthouse assailed me as I slumped, stunlocked, on the couch; wet brick, old paper, bergamot, sea spray. An embarrassment of books. Sunlight glinting off bits of ice in Avery's swirling, translucent head. His huge, sincere, almost goofy smile. His laugh.

My stomach twisted with a swell of emotion so strong it was almost painful as I recalled the sensation of Avery's warm, boisterous laugh vibrating my ribcage. I wanted - no, I needed - to hear it again and again and again. My fingernails dug into the couch cushion as I fought to gather myself.

"This is just infatuation... right?"

I wasn't exactly a stranger to romance. I'd had partners here and there, but admittedly, the termination of my previous relationship over two years ago had left me unsure that falling in love was, well. For me.

The initial "spark" that seemed a crucial part of attraction for other people, for me, was apparently defunct; attraction did not happen often, and when it did, it was more a slow and methodical building of a home, less a match igniting an all-consuming fire. Love, intimacy and trust were all building bricks, predicated upon a wrought-iron foundation of knowing a person well, forming a bond as friends over time.

Physical intimacy, itself, was a whole 'nother ballgame. As a solitary person, most physical touch -- even mundane -- carried a weight of closeness that was not always comfortable or welcome, but was embarrassingly out of my control. I recalled my recent visit to the doctor, cringing a bit. Though I was loath to admit it, even brushing hands with the grocery store clerk as they handed me my change left a lingering sensation that I had to fight to ignore. I wasn't the type to hug a stranger; I wasn't the type to even hug my friends unless we'd spent significant time together. I certainly didn't think about ti...

My ears suddenly grew hot.

Was I already thinking about... that? With Avery?

Avery's hand holding mine over his kitchen table, his palm cool and soft, the mysterious and silent storm rushing beneath his skin. His gentle gaze that, despite his obvious years, held an innocent curiosity. His playful-yet-shy bravado as he introduced himself with a flourish of his hand, the way he so effortlessly scooped me off the ground. I wondered if his skin felt the same everywhere else... on his body, and on mine.

"Oh, no. We just met, we are NOT doing this," I argued, trying to appeal to my own sense of reason,"you're just gonna have to tough this out, Casper. Don't rush into things and scare him off, this is probably just a crush you're going to get over once you get to know him."

"But I've never even had a crush before, I don't know what to do!"

"Dude, just be regular! Just hang out with him like normal and see what he's like! I don't know, take him to the fair or something!"

"Is that a good way to get to know someone you're attracted to?!"

"I don't know, I'm you!"

I lowered my reeling head into my hands, suddenly regretting eating that orange as my stomach churned. Things were happening so fast. I looked at the clock again -- agonizingly, only an hour had passed.

A horrible thought occured to me, then:

What if Avery didn't feel the same?

"Don't go down that road," my internal monologue chided, "you have no idea how he feels. Don't spiral out of control."

"Why would he even be interested in me? I'm weird! I spend all my time by myself, I'm chubby, I barely have any talent, I don't even have any friends since I moved here! Not to mention how much trauma and baggage I have-"

"See, this is exactly what I'm talking about! Stop it! Everyone has baggage, even Avery probably does. You don't have to earn other people's love! You're good enough just for being who you are, and if he would only love you for what you can do for him, he wouldn't be loving you for the right reasons, anyway. Now get up and channel this nervous energy into something productive for god's sake, before you burn a hole in the couch."

I stood.

I cleaned up the coffee table.

I vacuumed my carpet. I washed every thread of clothing I owned, and my bedding. I did the dishes, cleaned every window and mirror and dusted every surface. Raiding the fridge and freezer, I threw out everything that was expired, then I alphabetized my spice cabinet. I mopped, scrubbed, wiped, and folded until my apartment looked like it was straight out of an IKEA catalogue.

Then I left, and ran every errand I had been putting off. I finally emptied my mailbox, bursting with junkmail (I was sure that our postal worker just loved me). I got my car inspected and put air in my tires. I went to the grocery store and restocked my fridge.

All the while, my mind reeled like a YouTube video set to loop:

Avery, Avery, Avery.

+++

By the time I was done, it was six forty-five p.m. I sat on the couch in my favorite pair of jeans and my coolest short-sleeve button-down: a navy blue number with tiny koi fish print. My hair was perfectly quaffed, and I radiated a shower-fresh clean. My apartment was silent, my palms sweating as my hands rested on my thighs. Despite all my arguing and resistance, I was the very definition of down bad.

My incessant thoughts piped up.

"You're trying too hard. You realize that Avery saw you yesterday, unconscious, in a ratty t-shirt and cargo shorts, nasty and sweaty from skateboarding, right? You probably looked like shit, and he probably thinks that's how you normally look. You probably smelled bad, too. He's gonna know."

"He's not gonna know. How would he know?"

A soft knock on my door interrupted my internal warfare and made me jump out of my skin.

I put my hand on the cold doorknob. My heart beat so furiously I could feel the fuzzy edge of my consciousness, and I silently bargained with my hypotension that if it just left me alone for now, just for tonight, I would pass out all it wanted tomorrow. I turned the knob and opened the door.

"Hi!"

It was my neighbor. I experienced an emotion that could only be described as crushing relief.

"I found this outside my door, I think it's yours, isn't it?"

She was holding my skateboard. It was wet, but it didn't look to be soaked through. I gasped, taking it from her.

"Yes! You said it was outside your door?"

"Yeah, I don't know how long it was there, though. Probably since this morning. This is the first time I've gotten out today, so..." she trailed off. We'd spoken in passing, but we didn't really know each other.

"Well, thank you, I lost it yesterday. I think my friend found it and probably just forgot which apartment was mine."

"Hey, no problem. Have a good one," she said, smiling politely as she left.

When she was out of sight, I hastily looked around. The sun was just beginning to sink below the horizon, and as I looked up, I could see hard chips of stars starting to appear. Over my shoulder, I checked the microwave clock again. It was seven o'clock on the dot. How much longer? What would I say when he arrived? What would I even do when he did? My hands grew cold as I realized that, in all of my stress-cleaning, I hadn't planned anything for Avery and I to do together. Maybe I still had time?

"Good evening," a familiar, airy voice spoke from mere inches in front of me.

I jumped again, head snapping forward as my suddenly weak hands dropped my skateboard, which rolled lazily across my small patio.

Avery stood before me in the dying light. He wasn't completely transparent yet, and the fading sunlight behind him illuminated the delicate curves of his head, giving new meaning to the phrase "silver lining." He was grinning like a child who'd just had ice cream for the first time.

My words caught in my throat.

"I'm glad you found your skateboard! I fished it out of the water after I took you home, but I couldn't remember which apartment you lived in -- sorry about that. I hope it isn't ruined."

Across the courtyard, a man opened his door and stepped out, snapping me out of my besotted daze. My fight-or-flight engaged.

"Get in here!" I whispered urgently, grabbing his shirt sleeve, eliciting a surprised yelp as I pulled him into my apartment. He was lighter than I expected, and as the door swung closed, I tumbled backwards onto the floor.

"My goodness, Casper, are you okay?" He offered a hand to help me up. I scarcely had time to brace myself before taking it, and had no choice but to endure the overwhelming thrill of sensation as his cool palm pressed against mine, pulling me to my feet. He was light, but his strength was undeniable; he practically pulled me off my feet by my hand.

"Oh, yeah, fine... ah... I saw someone... out there, across the yard, and I was afraid they would see you," I hastily explained, avoiding his eyes as I tried to calm my palpitations.

"Well, that was kind of you! Believe it or not, though, humans do see me sometimes. Usually you just assume I am something else, like fog, or simply a trick of the light. Come to think of it, though... I suppose, technically, I am both of those things..." He put his fingers to his lips contemplatively. It was only then that I noticed a few things about him that were different from last time -- he was wearing square-framed glasses, and he seemed... shorter? The first time I saw him, he practically towered over me; now, though, he was only about a head taller.

"Did you get shorter?" I asked rudely, wincing before the words had even left my mouth. Mercifully, he didn't seem to mind.

"Oh, yes! It's a scorcher today, isn't it? I evaporate when I get too hot, or if I go too long without water, similar to how you run out of energy when you don't eat."

I realized that I hadn't offered him a seat or anything to drink since I abruptly yanked him into my apartment. I sensed my father rolling in his grave.

"I'm so sorry, can I get you something to drink? I have plain water, but I also have flavored sparkling water, you know, like La Croix? They aren't sweet, but, they're kinda fruit flavored. The kind I have is strawberry. I also have hot tea? I don't have any soda or anything, I don't really drink soda or alcohol, I also have m-"

Avery put his large hand on my shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. I flushed immediately, becoming aware that I had spoken in such a rush that I'd forgotten to breathe. I inhaled greedily, unable to meet Avery's eyes as I gestured to my small couch for him to sit.

"Sparkling water sounds lovely. I've never had that before, but I love strawberries!" he said, taking a seat.

I cracked open a can for each of us, then took a seat on a cushion across the coffee table from Avery. My couch was so small -- really more of a loveseat -- and I was afraid it was too soon to sit so close to him.

As Avery took a sip of the fizzy drink, his eyes lit up, like they did when he laughed. The liquid entered his mouth, and I watched the bubbles swirl like a hurricane just below the surface of his clear skin, before disappearing into the cloudy translucency of his body. Almost imperceptibly, such that I might not have noticed if I wasn't watching, he grew a bit taller.

"Hehe, that kinda tickles," he said, giggling, "it's not much of a flavor, is it? More like an idea of strawberries. Nonetheless, I like it! It reminds me of the flavor of tea."

"Oh, god. Oh, no."

My mind spun like a top flying off a ripcord. I felt my blush rise cartoonishly from my neck all the way to my hairline, like mercury in a glass thermometer being thrown through time, straight from winter into summer. Had I been a cartoon, I was sure that steam would be whistling out of my burning ears.

"The way that word sounds on his lips... oh, god, this is more than I can bear," I thought, watching him read the back of the La Croix can, his head tilted upward as he peered through his bifocals. There was no denying anything anymore; no bargaining, no holds barred. I was helplessly, hopelessly, powerlessly smitten. I had no choice but to admit it, now: all I could do was double-down.

"Hey Avery?"

"Yes?" He smiled again, and I realized with dizzying elation that he always smiled when he looked at me.

"Have you ever been to the fair?"

#tickle fic #tickle fluff #tickling community #casper and avery #like real people do #fluffylore #writing #my fic #romance #tickling #ocs #my ocs

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dejasenti99 · 18 days

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well hi :3 welcome to deja’s skinblending guide. this is my first full written tutorial so excuse me if its not very good LAWL before we get started, here's the tools i'll be using

sims4studio

tray importer

photoshop 2022 (theres cracked version everywhere on tumblr)

blender 4.1

sims 4 ripper

blender + the ripper aren't required to make skins, plenty of people don't go that extra step, but i love using it for placement help

okay lets fuckin go gamers heres my very in depth process for making my ocs skins

miss dolly is gonna be our model today. she already has a skin but im gonna add some little details for the sake of example + some tats cause ive been meaning to anyway.

so when i first get started on making someone a skin, ill find a good base to use and then add details from other categories like nosemasks, eyebags, contours, etc.

my fav skin creators are @sims3melancholic and @thisisthem. my bases are usually thisisthem, and then i'll pick through a couple s3m skins and make notes on my phone about what parts i wanna take off of them (like, say, i like how a certain s3m skin's nose looks. i'll use that instead of a nosemask)

my goal when im gathering things i wanna add is to free up as many slots as i can. id rather add cheshire's freckles onto her skin than use up the freckle slot in skin details that i could use for something else, yknow?

ill repeat this process for makeup next. obviously im not giving my ocs permanent full glam, but some lipsticks can add better texture, you can get highlights/blush from........the blush section LOL and i love using this obscurus eyeliner at a low-ish opacity

just adds an extra level of detail i love. i think what keeps my sims looking consistent next to each other is that i tend to use some of the same details all across the board

make sure for all makeup/skin detail/tattoo category swatches you use, you make note of what swatch it exactly is. when you go into s4s to export the file, you're gonna have to manually select it and if u cant remember what skintone u chose out it can be annoying :/

note that she is completely nakey aside from her piercings while i pick what im gonna use for her skin! no clothing but u can keep on their hair. this is so we have a clear view of everything (and i mean EVERYTHING) for blender.

after you make sure u save the sim/household to ur gallery, you can close out of cas and save ur game! i forgot to do this bc im a fucking idiot but its okay bc you will not. its not REALLY necessary to do this as long as you know exactly what packages you need to locate for texture exporting

step one is done!!!! close out ur game

i have a million fucking characters so i made a deja senti skinblending folder to keep it all organized :-)

this is what it looks like inside. gives u a pretty good overview of what ur gonna be doing tbh. the 't' folder is all the textures we're about to export

thankfully i do have a version of dahlia saved in my gallery so even tho i didnt go it before i closed my game i can still show u what to do in tray importer lol. i have multiple sims in one household, so i narrowed it down by going up top and selecting dahlia / human / and her everyday outfit.

since im gonna give her this blush, i right click and hit open w package viewer so itll find it and open s4s for me

anime wow sound. im gonna change the color manually in photoshop so it doesnt matter to me what swatch i export. hit that green export button under the list of diffuse/shadow/etc (u dont need to worry about all those options, just diffuse) and save it to ur folder!

once ur done gathering ur textures ur good to close out of tray importer and s4s(we'll come back to s4s later tho)

thats step two! the quickest step lawl

this is where i start being a little extra. u dont have to rip ur sim and use blender if u dont want to, but i think it can rly help bc the default sim in s4s doesn't have ur sims facial features and can make ur skins look wonky/wont give an accurate representation of how itll look in game. this cuts out having to go in game/out of game over and over to check

so in simripper once u load up ur sim, the important part is to make sure u have it set to export the dae with separate meshes. once thats done u can import it into blender and there's plenty of other tutorials out there how to use simripper n all that.

so once u get the dae loaded into blender im gonna send u on a little side quest over to this ask i answered where i explain how i separate eyes from the head mesh. next thing ur gonna open is photoshop! or whatever u have thats similar

say hi to flat dahlia. u should have ur own guy but flat open now too :-) along with everything else ur gonna combine. in my case its blush and a titty mask. im gonna start w the blush so i zoomed into her face in blender. i went into the blush file and copied, then back into my base skin file and pasted into place with crtl+shift+v

please do not be like me. make sure u rename ur layers as you copy and paste them into the main skin file. do this because it DOES matter what order ur layers are in. u dont want to put ur highlight under ur nose mask cause the nose mask will just cover the highlight etc etc. i already lost what layer the new blush i added is. what is wrong w me

so when u have ur first detail pasted on and in place, ur gonna save the base skin file as a psd. then go into blender, and in the little textures window ur gonna replace the diffuse file ur dae came loaded with with ur new psd file

u should see the change u made but mine was super subtle so im gonna show it to u when i put on the cleavage overlay

when it comes to stuff like this, ur obviously gonna want to pick the closest to ur skintone swatch as u can. i did not do this, because again, im an idiot

mine is way too pale LAWL whoops. we can fix this tho

i add a hue/saturation adjustment and make it a clipping mask using that square w the arrow so the adjustment will ONLY affect the mask

from there i just make little adjustments until the color match up is as perfect as i can make it. for example for this, ik that it needs to be a little warmer and a little more saturated, so im gonna bump the hue and saturation sliders to the right and it was pretty much perfect

tiddies with no mask > with mask no adjustments > with mask and adjustments

and ur gonna go ahead and repeat that process with every single thing u wanna add to ur skin.

so as for tattoos! this is another thing ur gonna wanna rename the layers for because depending on how heavily ur sims can be tatted it can get A LOT

here's psyche's neat little tattoo folder. its separated into where the tattoo is and then

what it is

i find all my tattoo inspo on pinterest using flash sheets/keywords in the search. my ocs usually have sub-boards that i hoard inspo in for them specifically. dahlia doesnt have one bc ive never seen her as the most tattooed person, but i think she'd have some at least

this process is pretty much the same as putting on skin details! its all about adjusting to what u like. for example, i like when my sims tattoos are a little faded and a bit blurred at the edges cause it looks a little more real

when it comes to images i find on pinterest, ill save the image and first try to make it as clean as i can

for example, this lil guy

a curve mask made the whites brighter and the blacks darker as u can see. then ill go into filter > reduce noise to soften the harsh edges

then i flatten it, copy and paste to the skin file, n place it wherever i want it to go :-)

louder anime wow!!!

okay so now ur gonna want to make sure u .psd file is saved (it should be bc we've been checking our progress w blender) and then merge the visible layers (NOT flatten, merge visible. we need the transparency around the skin to be in tact)

ur done in photoshop and blender!!! good job :-)

step whatever number we're on. back into s4s!

ur focus is over here. make sure the option filled is the top one, and then hit the cas button

this menu will open, ur gonna go up to part type and find the option skin details, forehead. pick the first forehead wrinkle option that appears and hit 'next.' itll prompt you to save ur new file n give it a name, i usually just make it my sim's name cause i have a folder in my mods folder for specifically my cc

remember wayyyy back when we were exporting the skin details? ur gonna go back to that same section and hit 'import' instead of export. select ur skin's .png file, and poof !

ur skin :DD it looks great man good job

this part is EXTREMELY important. go up to the warehouse tab

in the 'data' section ur gonna see a box at the top labeled 'filter.' thats where i typed in 'compos' just so it would show me JUST the compositionmethod section since theres a lot of shit in there lawl. yours is initially gonna say '3,' but we're gonna change it to '0' mind you, this is because MY skins are all alpha. maxis match overlays do not show up on my skins because my comp method is set to 0, meaning it has top priority essentially.

after you do that, you can hit save and place that .package file you created into your mods folder!!! and GUESS WHAT BESTIE UR DONE!!!!! U DID IT :DDDD

of course, as always, you can always dm me if youre stuck on anything or need any more clarification. i am always open to help as much as i can. i rly hope this helped :-)

#tutorialz #txt #sims 4 guide #ts4 guide #ts4 tutorial #sims 4 tutorial

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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The Suitor to Suit Her

We didn’t get to see all of the boys attempt a proposal 😂 so here’s some quick dialogues I came up with, written in the style of a play script for the sake of simplicity; it’s sort of a “what if” each of the remaining guys, including the four in the final rescue squad, had a chance to woo the Ghost Bride.

I was able to make each proposal a little longer than the proposals shown to us in-game! It was really fun to write these, especially the side banter.

Please note: I do include Ortho in this, but he is NOT proposing. In Ortho’s scenario, he is volunteering to be the ring bearer or a flower boy so he can at sneak over and inform Idia of the plan and/or so Ortho can swap the ring out for the magical one to banish ghosts.

Another exception to the proposal prompt is Malleus. Since he can’t propose to some random ghost due to his own status as crown prince, his scenario is framed as something different.

Operation Propose, START!

Riddle: HOLD IT!!

Eliza, the Ghosts, and the “guests”: !!

Eliza: What’s this?! A fresh new squadron of suitors?

Ace: You’ve got that right!! If you think you’re gettin’ hitched, you’ve got another thing coming!

Ortho: That’s right! Hands off of Nii-san!

Idia: O-Ortho! You brought all the other normies...!

Eliza: Oh, there seems to be no end to you!

Ghost: Of course! You’re the most desirable bachelorette there is, princess!!

Eliza: Tee hee! Oh, you’re flattering me!

Eliza, to the group: Very well. Let’s start with you, the one in the smart crimson suit that matches your hair.

Riddle, with a polite smile: Ah-HEM! Good evening, princess. I do hope I’m not intruding on your time. I’m thankful that I’ve been granted this audience with you.

(Cater: Look, there it is! Riddle-kun’s surprisingly suave side!

Leona: Well, what do you know? It looks like the red young master’s able to hold his own.

Deuce: E-Eh, Rosehearts-senpai is doing so much better than I did… How cool!

Ace: HAH? Who’s a ‘refined gentleman’, ‘surprisingly suave’, and ‘cool’?! I don’t remember Riddle-ryocho ever being this nice to us! Definitely not to me!

Trey: Ahahahah… Well, Riddle did have manners drilled into him from a young age. It’s not surprising that he’s caught the ghost’s attention.

Ace: You have GOT to be kidding me!)

Riddle, bowing to the Ghost Bride: I am Riddle Rosehearts, dorm leader of Heartslabyul–and I would be honored if you would permit me to court you.

Eliza: Refined as you are, the prince that I seek is at least 180 cm tall! I’m afraid that you are a far cry from that.

Riddle, face tensing: Grrk…!

(Everyone: !!

Idia: Y-Yikes, Riddle-shi looks like he’s about to go berserk mode!!)

Riddle, sighing and relaxing: ………………

(Cater: Nice save! He came in clutch and managed to calm himself down!)

Riddle: I assure you that what I lack in height, I make up for with my talents and abilities. You may test me however you like. I am certain that I can provide the perfect response to any question.

(Ace: … Huh? Is it just me, or is he treating this like it’s a written exam with a short answer section?

Trey: Er, I think that’s exactly what he’s doing.)

Eliza: Very well, then tell me this: how do you plan to sweep me off my feet without that princely height I long for?

Riddle, smirking as he crosses his arms: Simple.

Riddle, a hand on his hip: We’ll have afternoon tea beginning at 3 o’clock on the dot and concluding at 4. No sooner and no later than that. After that light luncheon, we’ll take a 30 minute stroll in a rose garden to let the tea and finger foods digest.

Riddle, waving a hand: From 4:30 pm to 7 pm, we will exchange colloquial conversation so we are able to learn of one another. Dinner will be at 7, and I will return you safely to your place of residence at 9 pm.

Eliza: …………………….

Riddle: ... Well? Have you reached your decision? I’m in a hurry here. There is an important deadline that I must meet—

Eliza: YOU’RE OUT.

*SMACK*

Riddle: ?!

Eliza: You don’t have any sense for romance! Plans? Schedules? Routines? Love isn’t something so rigidly defined!!

Riddle: What?! Just how do you intend to get anything done if you don't...

Eliza: Surprise candlelit dinners! Spontaneous serenades by the moonlight! Getting so lost in my prince’s eyes that I lose track of time! These are the hallmarks of the ideal romance, and they’re all lost on you!!

Riddle, face turning red: YEEEARGH!!! You seriously expect to marry a man you’ve just met to go along with all of that nonsense?! Have you lost your mind?!

Eliza: I’ll not hear another word from you! Bring me the next suitor!

Eliza: Next up is you with the heart.

Ace: You called?

Ace, smiling: Heh, I see you looking at me from across the way. I know I’m hot stuff! You don’t need to be modest!

Eliza: Eh?!

Ace, winking: Hey. Don’t even bother looking at any other guys, cuz I’m your man—and that’s that!

(Jack, Floyd, Vil: …

Vil, offended: … And just who does Potato #1 think he is, waltzing in with such swagger?

Riddle: That overwhelming cocksureness of his is rubbing me the wrong way.

Cater: Eeeh, it seems to be working though, doesn’t it? Ghostie’s got her eyes glued on Ace-chan!

Deuce: This somehow feels… wrong to watch.

Trey: I don’t know whether that says more about the groom or more about the bride.

Idia: H-How can you people watch this without cringing so hard you reincarnate into another world?!)

Ace, smirking: How about it? Have I captured your heart with my wicked charm yet?

Eliza: You’re so bold! So forward! Tell me, how did you temper that confidence?

Ace: Oh, you know! I’ve got tricks up my sleeves.

Ace, looking smug: Unlike those guys, I’m not forever alone. This isn’t my first rodeo, either! I actually know how to talk to girls AND I’ve got mad game!

Ace: You’d be crazy NOT to choose me!

(Everyone: ………………..

Riddle, looking disappointed but not surprised: Fool.)

Ace: Huh? Why’s everyone glaring at me? Don’t get mad just cuz I’m spitting cold, hard facts!

Eliza: YOU’RE OUT.

*SMACK*

Ace: OW OW OW OW OWWWW!!

Ace: What was THAT for?!

Eliza: Shame on you! How dare you talk about other women in front of me!! The last I want to hear about is your EX!

Eliza: If you’re still lingering on her, then how can I expect you to be faithful to me?!

Ace: HAH?! I didn’t even SAY anything about my ex!!

Eliza: THERE! You just did!

Ace, wincing: Gack…!

(Deuce, sighing: … Should’ve known something like this would happen. When Ace runs his mouth for too long, trouble’s gonna brew.

Riddle, looking smug: Hmph. It serves him right!

Trey: Riddle, you’re looking a little too pleased there...)

Eliza: Next! You, with the big ears and the lopsided smile.

Ruggie, mumbling to himself, ears flattened: Sheesh, I can’t believe I got called away from making bacon to make goo-goo eyes at a ghost… Oh well, whatever’s gonna net me that bonus for saving Leona-san’s keister.

Ruggie: Hey, I’m Ruggie! Ruggie Bucchi.

Eliza: Hmm? Did you say something before that?

Ruggie, grinning with his hands behind his head: Nah, don’t sweat it! ‘S nothing.

Eliza: What a winsome smile you have! It’s a little rough around the edges, but it conveys a lot of heart.

Ruggie: Nishishishishi! Thanks. You’ve got a good smile on yourself too!

Eliza, blushing as she cradles her cheeks: Oh my! Such a flatterer!

Ruggie: And your voice makes me want to break out into laughter! It just puts me in the mood to sing, like the sun lighting up the whole savanna.

Eliza: Oh, you…!!

(Jack: Hoo, boy… Ruggie-senpai’s really laying it on thick.

Leona: Hmph. He’s just got a real knack for kissing up to people. Reminds me of a certain octopunk, actually.

Azul, with a passive-aggressive smile: Ah-hem, I can hear you loud and clear, Leona-san.

Leona, smirking: Oh, don’t worry. I know you can.

Idia: My life’s on the line here and you’re just going to sit around and make sarcastic quips?! This isn’t a high school anime romcom!!

Floyd and Jade: Hehehe/Fufufu…)

Eliza: Wait, what’s that sticking out of your pockets?

Ruggie: Huh? Oh, you mean these?

Ruggie, pulling out a bunch of dandelions: There’s tons of these things all over campus.

Eliza: To think that you’d go out of your way to prepare such a thoughtful gift for me… Yes, yes! I’ll happily accept this bouquet!

Ruggie, looking mildly annoyed: Huh? Bouquet?

(Leona: Argh, here we go again…

Jack: ?

Rook: Ah, could it be?!)

Ruggie, getting defensive: You’ve got it all wrong. This ain’t a bouquet, and this ain’t yours. This is MY dinner.

Eliza: It’s…your dinner?

Ruggie: Yeah. Dandelions are basically free food, so I pick’m and cook’m tons of different ways.

Ruggie: I was working my tail off all afternoon hunting these down. If you want your own, that’s on you. No way am I sharing MY food.

Ruggie: *MUNCHMUNCH*

(Jack: Ruggie-senpai just chowed down on all those dandelions!

Leona: *Sigh* His appetite knows no bounds.

Rook: Ahhh, Monsieur Dent-de-Lion consumes his meals with such fervor and gusto! Why, it looks as though he is savoring every last morsel of his supper!)

Ruggie, rubbing his belly: Phew! That sure hit the spo–

Eliza: YOU’RE OUT.

*SMACK*

Ruggie: BLEGH?!

Eliza: Unbelievable! I’ve never seen such selfishness!! What kind of prince not only denies his princess of a present, but then proceeds to take that present for himself!? Reflect on your overindulgence!

Ruggie: Aw, man… I was doing so well, too.

Ruggie: I should’ve stuck with ‘every hyena for himself’!

Eliza: Next—

Kalim, bursting into the venue on a massive elephant (plus all the bells and whistles, a la Prince Ali style): SORRY I’M LATE!!

(Everyone: ?!

Idia: Kalim-shi?!

Jamil, off to the side and looking disappointed but not surprised: ………………)

Kalim, descending on the magic carpet and hopping off: I didn’t miss anything important, did I?

Eliza: Who’s this sunny fellow in the gold earrings?

Kalim, smiling: I’m Kalim! Nice to meet’cha!

Eliza: YOU’RE LATE! It’s simply unacceptable to be running late for a meeting with your one true love! If you cannot be on time, how can I be certain that our love is true? Do you realize how many misunderstandings have occurred because of tardiness?!

Eliza: YOU’RE O–

Kalim: I’m sorry! You’re upset with me. It’s totally my bad.

(Everyone: !!)

Eliza: !!

Kalim, smiling: Meeting your special someone’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience. So I spent a long time getting ready… and I got so busy with that that I didn’t realize I was going to be late!!

Kalim: But I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you with all my heart, so I came as fast as I could!

Eliza: Oh my!

*Step, step*

Kalim, circling Eliza: I haven’t seen many ghosts before! It’s so cool that you can fly all on your own! I’m pretty much grounded without my magic carpet!

(Jade: Fufufu. Kalim-san’s sincerity shines through each and every one of his words.

Jamil: … We’re doomed. Absolutely, positively doomed.)

Eliza, following Kalim with her eyes as he circles her: …

Eliza, looking serious: *Spin, spin* Kalim, smiling: *Spin, spin* Eliza, starting to smile too: *Spin, spin*

(Jamil and Idia: ?!

Jamil: I don’t believe it, Kalim’s redeemed himself–and he’s…

Epel: … dancing with the ghost bride?!

Lilia: Kufufu, that’s Kalim for you: charming in the most unpredictable of ways.

Cater: Go, Kalim, go! Slay that dance floor!

Ruggie: He could’ve gotten her attention WAY after if he just showed off his fat wallet instead of his dance moves!!)

Kalim: You’re a great dancer! So light on your feet, it’s like we’re floating!

Kalim: We don’t have to worry about stepping on each other’s toes! Come to think of it, do ghosts even have feet to begin with?

Kalim, smiling: Gahahah! You could have two left feet and I’d never know!

Eliza: YOU’RE OUT.

*SMACK*

Kalim: EEEEEH?!

Eliza: How rude!! My prince would never make such inconsiderate comments! He should be always cordial and sensitive to his princess’s feelings!! You sit there and repent for your careless words!

Kalim, surprised: Huh, did I say something wrong just now?!

{Jamil: The fact that you have no clue you said something wrong says it all!)

Jamil, stepping up: Please excuse Kalim.

Jamil, under his breath: ... He’s an idiot.

(Kalim, eyes sparkling: Jamil!! You’re coming to save everyone?)

Eliza: And just who are you with the intricate hair?

Jamil, with a small smile: I believe you’re referring to me? Jamil Viper, your majesty. I’m pleased to meet your acquaintance.

Jamil: I do not claim to possess nearly the same level of charm and talent that my peers do–but if you will have me, I would be happy to call you my own.

Jamil: If it appeals to you, I am quite skilled in matters of domestic work. Cooking, cleaning, and any kind of housework.

Jamil: I’m also a professionally trained bodyguard and I have extensive knowledge of first aid. I will be able to look after you and protect you well into your… golden years.

(Azul: My, it’s rare to see Jamil-san ‘let his hair down’ and be himself, as it were.

Idia: I-Is that really a good thing, I wonder...

Leona, scoffing: Real humble servant you got there, Kalim.

Kalim: Gahahah! Jamil’s just a modest kind of guy!

Floyd: Eeeeh, Sea Lion-senpai was totally just being sarcastic there.)

Eliza: What will you do to prove your love for me?

Jamil: Pardon?

Eliza: I said, ‘What will you do to prove your love for me?’ Would you scale a tower? Slay a mighty dragon? How far does your drive go?

Jamil: I will do whatever is asked of me.

Jamil, to himself: ... even if I don’t particularly care to.

Jamil, crossing his arms: If you request for me to scale a tower, then I will. If you say to slay a dragon, then I have no choice but to do so. My drive only ends where yours does.

Eliza: YOU’RE OUT.

*SMACK*

Jamil, wide-eyed and annoyed-looking: What did I do wrong?! I was certain that I’d gain the ghost’s favor if I went along with everything she asked of me!!

Eliza: Your devotion is extremely shallow!! Where is the emotion in your voice?! The enthusiasm?! Your eyes are deader than a ghost’s!! If you’re going to profess your love, DO IT WITH MORE CONVICTION!!

Eliza: How can you expect to win a princess’s heart with a deadpan expression like that and little meaning behind your words?! I can see right through your deception!!

(Kalim: Aww, you were really close, Jamil! If it makes you feel any better, I thought you looked really cool saying all that stuff!

Azul, smirking: Indeed! I very much enjoyed your heartfelt performance, Jamil-san.)

Jamil: You’re the LAST people I want to hear from!!

Rook: Bonjour, des fantômes!

Eliza and Ghosts: ?!

Eliza: Dear me, the one in the bob cut speaks in a tongue I have never heard before. What language might that be?

Rook, smiling: But of course, it is the language of…

Rook: LOVE!

*insert explosion of sparkles here*

Rook: I, le Chasseur d’Amour, have been searching far and wide for the one to call my own, my beloved. I have chanced a perilous journey through blistering cold and scorching deserts, risking life and limb to find my other other half.

Rook: And now! Now, I have discovered you at long last! Oh, be still, my pounding heart!!

(Leona: Tch. You Pomefiore lot are all shine and no substance.

Vil: Ex-CUSE you? Take that back this instant, Leona. I won’t have you insulting me or my dorm when yours could use a good polish.

Leona: Fat chance.

Jack: … Is now really the time to be arguing about this?)

Rook, dropping to one knee and looking at Eliza tenderly: Mon amour, mon trésor. From the time I first laid my eyes on you… you’ve captured this huntsman’s heart!

Rook: Skin and lips the color of sapphire, supple lips pleading for a kiss, eyes that light up the night sky… You’re truly a vision in your white gown, a beauty to all that behold you!

Rook: For this life, and for every lifetime and every afterlifetime that comes, you shall always hold a ghostly grip over my heart! I will be eternally devoted to you, were you to embrace me as your groom.

Eliza: Ah…!! How romantic!

(Deuce: HUNT-SENPAI IS HAMMING IT UP!!?

Trey: Yup, I’m not surprised. That’s pretty much how he always is.

Deuce: H-Hunt-senpai’s power level is seriously amazing…

Idia: IT’S SERIOUSLY GONNA MAKE ME HURL FROM HOW AMAZINGLY CRINGE IT IS.)

Rook, to Deuce: Ohlala~ Monsieur Spade, your compliment has set my heart aflutter! Such surprise, delivered with such earnest… Oui, your naivete carries your unique brand of charm!

Rook, to Idia: Roi de Ta Chambre. Your intense emotion moves me! Quiet as you typically are, when you call out... oui, the mountains tremble! The world shifts in accordance with your cries. The fear that coats your melancholy voice... it is as though a God of Death has appeared before me, eager to stake a claim upon my soul.

(Deuce: Uh, thanks…? I think.

Idia: A-Are you NUTS?! You’ve seriously gotta be!!)

Eliza: ……………….

Rook: Mon amour, what is distressing you?

Eliza: YOU’RE OUT.

*SMACK*

Rook: !!

Eliza: How cruel can you be?! Letting your eyes wander, and when I’m RIGHT in front of you?! And even flirting with my own groom... I’ll bet that you spout those sweet words to everyone you meet!

Eliza: You’re not a prince! You’re nothing more than a cad, a conman, a playboy!! Get out of my sight! I won’t have you playing with my feelings!!

Rook: Fufu. It appears that I’ve been dealt a swift and harsh rejection!

(Vil, looking annoyed: And yet you’re still smiling without a care in the world...)

Eliza: You with the cute face and large doe eyes! You’re next.

Epel: … Nngh!

Epel, to himself: Calm, Epel. CALM. Don’t lose yer cool o’er the first thing! Ya gotta woo this chick and show Vil just how cool ‘n strong ya really are!!

Epel, smiling and with a hand to his mouth: Eheh. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Epel Felmier. I hope I can… have the chance to be your prince.

Eliza: Appled cheeks, with a blush like apple blossoms and a sweet complexion… You are befitting of your name!

Epel, looking disgusted: *Cringes*

(Deuce: Epel’s soul looks like its left his body…

Ruggie: Where’d he even learn this kinda stuff from?

Vil, glaring: …………………….

Rook, looking proud: Fufu. Monsieur Crab Apple has come a long way.)

Epel, forcing a smile: Thank you, princess. Your kind words humble me.

Epel, to himself: So far, so good…

Eliza: Winsome looks and a polite demeanor… I shall be gracious and overlook your petite stature.

Epel, awkwardly smiling but obviously mad deep down: …………………….

Eliza: But how would you protect me if some dastardly villain were to kidnap me? You appear to be smaller and more fragile than even I.

Epel: !!

Epel: HOLD UP, DID YA JUS’ CALL ME WEAK?!

(Idia, groaning: Aaaaaand there goes any shot at victory.)

Epel, angry: Heh. Ya’d all be eassy pickins!! Ah’ll beat the crap outta ya ‘n show ya what for!! Ain’t no way ya’d stand a chance against ME!!

Epel: I’ll take ya AND yer whole ghost army on!!

Eliza: YOU’RE OUT.

*SMACK*

Epel: CONSARN ITTTT!!

Eliza: A prince would never speak in such an unrefined tone!! Your words blend together, and I can’t understand a lick of what you’re saying!!

Eliza: My prince must be able to clearly communicate his undying love and passion to me!

Eliza: And not only that! No prince would lose his temper at his princess! A prince is cool and mild-mannered at all times!!

Epel: Yer off yee rocker if ya think fancy talk ‘n temper got anythin’ ta do with it!!!

Eliza: Silence! You are no more than a petulant child playing pretend.

Epel: NOT LIKE AH WANNA BE YER APPLE PICKIN’ PRINCE ANYWAYS!

(Vil: Goodness. I held my tongue knowing that chatter from the peanut gallery would throw Epel’s concentration off—but here you are, having lost your composure all on your own.

Vil, glaring: What were you thinking, challenging the bride and the entire army behind her?

Rook: Ohoh! It was an honest effort from Epel-kun! Beauté! 100 points!!)

Epel: DANGNABBIT!!! So close and yet so far…

Ortho: Excuse me, Ghost Bride-san!!

(Idia, shocked: ORTHO?!)

Eliza: What is it now? Haven’t I already seen enough fake princes for 5 lifetimes over?

Eliza: Hmm? Oh, you… You look like my dear Idia-sama!

Ortho: Hehe. It’s only natural, since I’m Nii-san’s little brother!

Eliza: Little brother?! Idia-sama mentioned nothing of the sort to me!

(Trey: Er, that would probably be because he was too busy cowering in fear to bring it up.

Idia: Bingo...)

Eliza: But… you share too many features with my prince for it to just be mere coincidence. The luminous skin, the lustrous hair, the charming smile. Yes, I suppose you must be Idia-sama’s relative after all!

Ortho: Affirmative.

Eliza: So? What is it that you need?

Ortho: Requesting to participate in the wedding festivities!

(Idia: HUUUUUUH?!

Idia: O-Ortho, what’s with this insubordination, going to aid the enemy?! Th-This moment would for sure make its way up into a top 10 anime betrayals list!!

Ace: Ah, shuddap! We’ll explain everything to you later!!)

Eliza, giggling: You wish to join in the ceremony? As Idia-sama’s bride-to-be, I will allow it. It wouldn’t do to leave my dearest bridegroom’s little brother out of our matrimonial celebration.

(Everyone: She accepted it so easily?!

Vil: I’m… feeling faint.

Sebek: IMPOSSIBLE! HOW COULD A CHILD SUCCEED WHERE LILIA-SAMA’S CUTENESS COULD NOT?! THIS IS A TRAVESTY! A TRAVESTY, I TELL YOU!!

Lilia: Kufufu. Perhaps we should have sent in young Ortho from the getgo.)

Eliza: I think you’ll make for a very cute flower boy.

Ortho: !!

Ortho, with a sly, smug expression: I’d actually like to be the ringbearer. That way, I can hand off a very important item to my big brother.

Eliza: You already know what you want to be when you grow up! You’re a proactive little one.

Ortho: All I want is for Nii-san to be safe and happy.

Eliza: Awww! I’ll see to it that you have a proper place in the wedding.

Ghost: Princess, it might be a tight squeeze to make a last minute alteration…

Ortho: I can immediately run the necessary calculations to determine the most efficient way to incorporate an unanticipated guest into the logistics of this event. All I need to do is scan the venue and account for the wedding elements in my algorithms.

Eliza: What? I don’t understand anything that you’re saying.

Ortho: Hehe. You don’t need to! Nii-san says it’s a kind of ‘magic’ only I’m capable of. He’s amazing, right? He built this cool body of mine all by himself!

(Idia: Ortho...)

Eliza: YOU’RE OUT.

*SMACK*

Ortho: Uwah!!

(Everyone: ?!

Cater: Bride-chan’s not holding back!?

Trey: Such a quick change of heart too?!

Jade, sighing: Oya, how terribly cruel.

Floyd: Ehhhhh, Ghostie herself’s recoiling from hitting metal.

Idia: Ortho!! A-Are you okay?!)

Ortho: !!

Ortho: My circuits are locking up!! My commands to execute movement aren’t going through!

(Epel: So robots are affected by her touch?

Idia: Why’s this ghost so OP?)

Eliza: After 500 years of waiting... Today is meant to be MY special day! Mine and Idia-sama’s…!!

Eliza: I don’t want to compete with a relative for the spotlight, nor for Idia-sama’s love and attention!

(Idia: YOU NEVER HAD IT TO BEGIN WITH.)

Eliza, to Ortho: You’ll sit with the rest of them as our guests! I won’t have you anywhere near the altar!!

Ortho: No way… Mission failed?!

(Idia: N-Not even Ortho could stop this crazy woman... I-I’m doomed!! DOOMED, I TELL YOU!!)

*BAM!* (Doors to the wedding venue fly open on their own, and all the lights are snuffed out, then reignited with green flames.)

(Lilia and Sebek: !!

Idia: What? What’s this feeling? Why do I feel like there should be final boss music here?

Lilia: This magic is…

Sebek: OOOOOH! HE’S COME!

Sebek, to the others: DROP TO YOUR KNEES AND PROSTRATE YOURSELF BEFORE HIS GREATNESS!!

Leona, angrily: In your dreams and over MY dead body.

Ace, to Sebek: We couldn’t kneel even if we wanted to!)

Malleus, appearing in a flash of yellow-green lights (Silver is close behind): Well now, quite a glittering assemblage we have here.

Malleus, looking at the other failed grooms: Royalty, nobility, the gentry… how quaint. Even the rabble.

(Everyone except Lilia and Sebek: Grrr…

Lilia: Malleus, whatever are you doing here?)

Malleus: You could say I was ‘in the neighborhood’. Passing by, as it were. It occurred to me that I should make a stop to grant Shroud and his bride-to-be my blessing as his peer.

Silver: My apologies, Fa… Lilia-sama. I tried to stop him, but…

(Lilia: Kufufu. No apologies needed. This is shaping up to be quite the spectacle.)

Eliza: I don’t believe this! Yet another wave of intruders seeking my hand?

Malleus: What strange ideas you have. I had no such intentions.

Silver, putting out an arm to stop his prince from stepping up: Please leave this to me, Malleus-sama.

(Lilia: Ohoh, so it all comes down to this.

Sebek: GO GET THAT GHOST, SILVER! YOU MUST AVENGE LILIA-SAMA!!

Kalim: Oooh, are we cheering Silver on? Lemme help out!

Jamil: By the Seven, PLEASE don’t.

Azul, smiling: Kalim-san’s enthusiasm is something to behold!)

Malleus: … Very well. I entrust you to act on my behalf, Silver.

Silver, sighing: …

Eliza: I don’t have time to keep entertaining any more of these preposterous proposals! Please vacate the premises at once, or I will have no choice but to…

Silver: Please wait. I don’t want to fight you any more than you do. All I ask is that you remain open to peaceful negotiations.

Eliza: !!

Eliza: You have mesmerizing eyes. They’re like an aurora borealis!

Silver: My eyes…?

Bird on his shoulder: *Chirp, chirp*

Silver, to the bird: I’m sorry, not now. This is important.

Eliza: … Speak, then. What makes you think you have anything worth offering when all the others before you have failed? They’ve only proved that Idia-sama is the only one in this world for me!

Silver, to Eliza: If it is a groom you seek, then I volunteer as tribute.

Silver: Truthfully, I don’t know whether I meet your standards, or how I compare to Idia-senpai, but… I know in my heart of hearts that I must do whatever it takes to defend to protect those who are not able to protect themselves.

Eliza: !!

Silver: If you must fight, I will be your sword. If you are in danger, I will run to you and be your shield.

Silver: If you were to choose me, I would ensure that you remain safe. I swear it on my life, and on my honor as a knight.

Silver: You have my word.

(Jade: My, Silver-san is honest to a fault.

Sebek, smugly: Of course he is!! Silver can charm the pants off of a snake!!

Lilia: That’s my boy~

Epel: Th-The ghost bride looks entranced… Is she seriously rethinking her decision?!)

Silver: …

Eliza: …

Silver: … Zzz…

(Lilia: Oh dear. What inopportune timing.

Jack: Oi, oi… This isn’t the time to be falling asleep!!

Floyd: I’m way more surprised that he’s able to sleep so soundly standing.

Idia: I’M ABOUT TO DIE, AND YOU’RE JUST GONNA SNOOZE?! Do any of you people have your priorities straight?!)

Eliza: ………………..

Eliza: YOU’RE OUT.

*SMACK*

Silver, snapping wide awake: ?!

His bird: *Nervous tweet as it flies away*

(Everyone: ?!)

Eliza: Never in my life… have I seen someone more princess-like than me!!

Eliza: Beauty, grace, and a noble heart… and even cute animal companions to boot!! You’re the dictionary definition of a fairy tale princess!! So much so that it hurts!!

Eliza: It hurts even more to watch you sleep!! You SLEEP prettier than me!!

(Everyone: HUUUUUH?!

Ace: What kind of a reason is THAT?!

Trey: She was so close to getting the point… before veering off to the completely wrong conclusion.)

Eliza: A sleeping prince and an alert princess… It’s all wrong!!

Eliza: It should be the prince that kisses the princess awake from her cursed slumber, not the other way around!! I won’t accept this kind of a role reversal!

(Riddle: In other words, she’s jealous.

Vil, sighing: Set to a certain script, it seems.)

Silver, to Diasomnia: I apologize for failing you, Malleus-sama. Lilia-sama. Sebek.

(Sebek: HOW?! How could a single ghost have bested us?! We’ve failed the young master...!!

Lilia: It’s quite alright. You tried your best, Silver, Sebek. We all did.)

Eliza: ENOUGH!! I’ve had enough of this charade. This nonsense of entertaining proposals ends here.

Eliza, giggling: Tonight, I’m going to be married to my one true love with you, my captive audience, as our witnesses!!

Ghosts: Idia-sama is almost ready to walk down the aisle with you, princess! Just a little longer until your fated happily ever after.

Eliza: Ooh, this is so exciting!!

Malleus: That is enough.

Ghost Bride: !!

Ghost Bride: This daunting, overwhelming presence… Just who are you, horned one?

Malleus, laughing a little: Oh dear, what an awkward situation. You must forgive me. I’m still feeling quite distressed at having not received an invitation to this momentous occasion.

Malleus: And quite miffed that you would so swiftly take out my retainers.

Malleus, raising a hand: Malleus Draconia. Crown prince to the Briar Valley. Charmed, I’m sure.

(Leona, annoyed: Oh, great. JUST what we needed, the lizard.

Sebek: QUIET, YOU CUR! You have no right to speak to Malleus-sama that way! You’re nothing more than a kitten paralyzed in fear before his magnanimous aura!!)

Malleus, to Sebek: Sebek.

(Sebek: YESSIR!)

Malleus: I believe I’ve already had this discussion with you on multiple occasions.

Malleus, smirking: See to it that you treat the… dignitaries of other countries with proper respect. Do not make me repeat myself again.

(Leona: Grrrr…

Sebek, looking crestfallen and conflicted, to Malleus: A-As you wish, young master…!!

Ace: Whoa, your lameness is so off the charts now…)

Eliza: !!

Eliza: My!! This is how a real prince SHOULD be!

(Everyone, including Malleus: ?!)

Eliza: Over 180 cm! An air of nonchalance! Luminous skin! Lidded eyes! A charming smile! Long lustrous hair! Lips that long for a kiss! Grace and poise beyond compare! Mindful and diplomatic, with a mysterious air about him!

Eliza: A real, genuine blue blood!

(Ace: Is it just me, or did she tack on MORE items to her list just now?!

Jade: It seems our Ghost Bride’s feelings may be just as fickle as yours, Floyd.

Floyd: Ehhhh, don’t compare me to her. It feels gross.)

Eliza, dramatically, with a hand to her head: A tall, dark, and handsome stranger disrupting the holy matrimony of my fated prince and I...

(Idia: D-Did that do it? Did Malleus-shi manage to win her over with the power of ‘the mysterious prince’ archetype?!)

Eliza: Oh, the sorrow of being ensnared by love on both sides! My beloved Idia-sama, faced with a sudden love rival! This is… THE FABLED “LOVE TRIANGLE”!!

Eliza: Oooh, having two suitors engage in combat for the right to a princess’s hand in marriage...!! It’s so romantic!

*Swoons*

(Everyone: WHAAAAAAT?!

Idia: S-Somehow the situation got even WORSE?!

Ortho: This is a scene straight out of one of Nii-san’s shoujo manga!!

Ortho: … But!! I have no doubt that he can overpower Malleus Draconia-san and claim victory!

Idia: P-Please! I’ve already been through enough today, I don’t need to be getting involved in any fights on top of that!!

Sebek: YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU SPEAK OF!! THE YOUNG MASTER COULD EASILY FLATTEN ANY FOE LIKE THE INSIGNIFICANT WORM THAT THEY ARE!

Jack: I don’t think the identity of the winner is the issue...)

Malleus, confused: … I beg your pardon?

Malleus: You are mistaken. I never came with the intention of proposing to a phantom.

Malleus, sarcastically: I would appreciate it if you did not assign arbitrary labels to me. I have only come to witness what I am sure will be the happiest of unions. I’m no home wrecker.

Malleus: In any case, did I hear correctly that you are a princess?

Eliza: …

(Deuce, wincing: Here it comes…! Please watch out, Draconia-senpai!

Idia: It’s the blue screen of death for me...)

Eliza: … Yes. I am a princess.

(Everyone: ?!)

Eliza: 500 years ago, my nation was attacked by a hostile neighbor. In my attempt to flee, I was…

Malleus: … I see. Yours is a story that ends in tragedy.

Eliza: I was never able to meet my one true love before passing. You understand as fellow nobility, don’t you? Isn’t that sad? Don’t I… Don’t I deserve happiness?

Malleus: ……………………… No, I disagree.

Eliza: !!

Malleus: The world does not owe anyone a happily ever after. Not you, nor I.

Malleus: Cruel as it is, it is the way of the world.

Malleus: And moreover… you are the sovereign of your country. It goes without saying that nobility must place the needs of the many over the wants and the feelings of one.

Malleus: Your duty is to your people and to your country, not to your heart.

Malleus, glancing around at the ghosts: A number of your attendants are with you. Have you given a thought as to how they may feel? What they may think?

Ghosts: Th-That’s not true! We... We just want our princess to be happy.

Ghosts: All this time, she smiled at us and told us “it’s fine”, when she was suffering deep down. Our lonely, tragic princess...

(Ace: AH GEEZ, HOW ENTITLED CAN YOU GET?!

Everyone: !!

Deuce: Oi, Ace! Are you looking for more trouble?!

Ace: What, you’re just gonna sit around and do nothing? Your mouths still work, don’t they? How about you actually DO something with them?

Ace: Listen up, lady! The perfect prince? He doesn’t exist!! And if you think he is, you’re only deluding yourself!!)

Eliza: !!

Malleus, to himself: Ohoh. That Trappola... Fufufu, quite the mouth on him.

Malleus, laughing: I came seeking a happy ceremony. Instead, I find shadows of the past, clinging on to desperate hopes and unfulfilled dreams.

Malleus, smirking: And a princess so vain as to put her own desires above those of her people, her guests, and even her bridegroom.

Malleus: Galivanting about, so blindly in pursuit of love that they cannot stop to think of how they are inconveniencing those around her.

Malleus: A sham wedding such as this is not worthy of receiving my blessing.

Eliza, looking sad: …

(Silver: Malleus-sama…

Sebek: Young master…!!

Lilia: Malleus…

Lilia, to himself: … You’re speaking from your own heart, hmm?)

Puffy Ghost: That’s enough!! You… How dare you barge in and begin lecturing the princess like this!

Puffy Ghost: You could never understand a maiden’s heart! You could never understand her!

*SMACK*

Puffy Ghost: !!

(Everyone: !!

Sebek: She… She just… slapped the young master…

Sebek: REJECTING LILIA-SAMA, SILVER, AND THEN MALLEUS-SAMA?! THIS ILL-TEMPERED BRIDE HAS TRASH TASTE IN MEN!

Leona: Oi, quit your shouting!! You’re going to blow out my ears!!

Vil: I hate to say this, but I agree with Leona.

Lilia, to himself: Malleus could have easily avoided that blow, but...)

*BOOM!* (Outside, lightning strikes.)

Malleus: ………………………………………..

Malleus, calm but cold: … Did that do anything to fill the hole in your heart?

Eliza: …

Eliza, to her attendants: Please take him away and seat him among the other guests--Idia-sama and I will proceed with the ceremony as planned!

Ghosts: Yes, princess!! (The Ghosts rush off for final preparations)

Malleus: To think that this is how I would be invited to an event... Hmph. How rude.

Eliza: I’ll show you…! I’ll show you the happiest of endings!!

Puffy Ghost, looking sad: …………………………………..

Eliza, to Idia: Idia-sama! Please don’t be shy! There’s no need for you to keep dodging my kisses. Let’s prove our love to all of these fake princes!

Eliza: Midnight and our happily ever after... they’re just a single peck away!

(Idia, looking defeated: ... Womp womp womp. Looks like it’s game over for me, no resets or extra lives or save scumming. Good-bye, cruel world. I leave my anime merch and manga collection to Ortho.

Ortho, distressed: Nooo, Nii-san!!

Ace, to the Ghosts: Hey, are you guys seriously gonna just move forward with this? You’re...

Ace: ...

Ace: ...?

Ace: Huh? I can move again? When did that happen...?

Malleus, quietly, as the ghosts cart him past Ace: ... I’ll entrust the course of this story to you, Trappola. Show me the truest of happy endings.

Ace: !!

Lilia, off to the side and to himself: ... My, so a youngster from Heartslabyul has been “blessed”.

Ace, grabbing his bouquet from the ground and smirking: Heh, looks like you’ve made a good choice~ I won’t let you down.

[From here, just picture Ace confronting Eliza again, Puffy buffing up, and basically the rest of the event playing out the same as it did in canon (maybe with some extra dialogue from the additional students, and Riddle/Epel/Rook still being frozen instead of mobile).]

***BONUS***

Grim: Step aside, ya chumps! The great Grim-sama’s here to woo the lady ghost!

(Everyone: ?!

Idia: Grim-shi?!)

Eliza: Who’s this… sassy lost tanuki?

Grim: I’M NOT A TANUKI!

Grim: I’m the great Grim-sama! Remember that name, cuz I’m gonna be the strongest magician in the world someday!! I’m gonna go down in the annals of magic history!

Grim: Check THIS out! *FWOOSH* (Grim breathes a plume of fire, just narrowly missing Ace and Deuce’s heads)

(Ace, angry: OI, WATCH IT!! I almost got roasted!

Deuce, sighing: I saw my life flash before my eyes for a second…)

Grim, crossing his arms: How’s that? Pretty impressive, huh?

Eliza: Be that as it may, I can’t marry a tanuki! My prince must be a human–or at the very least, something resembling a human!

Grim: What?! I’m WAY better than those saps! And how do ya know that I won’t turn into a handsome human when ya kiss me at the altar, huh?!

(Idia: E-Eh? But cats are just objectively better creatures overall than humans of any kind...)

Eliza: No chance, no way! I’d rather kiss a mucus-covered frog than a furry beast!

Grim, angry: Lady, you don’t know what you’re missing out on! The great Grim has more charisma in ONE paw than these sorry excuses for ‘princes’ have in their entire bodies!

Eliza: YOU’RE OUT.

*SMACK*

Grim: FNGHNYA!? THAT SLAP SMARTS!!

Eliza: A tanuki that talks back to its princess has no place being a prince! At best, you can be a cute talking animal companion or sidekick! I would invite you to come back when Idia-sama and I are seeking a pet, but we’re more of dog people than cat people!

(Idia: Th-That’s a lie!! Cats are obviously superior!!

Idia: ... Though she hasn’t been listening to a thing I’ve been saying all night anyway...)

Grim: YOU’VE GOTTA BE JOKING!!

(Ace: BAHAHAHAH! She got you good, Grim! Serves you right for almost boiling us alive.

Deuce: Oof, I guess the more, the merrier…)

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8/DEC/20XX

a deep breath, and i feel a sense of nostalgia.

weird nostalgia. wouldn't go back, but i still think fondly of what happened.

the crispness of the cold air in snowdin takes me back- and i'm already reminiscing about random memories.

point to almost any rock formation along the walls of this place, and papyrus can probably tell you exactly how he's climbed it.

kicking the snow with my slippers a little bit, i remember how he used to warn me about wearing 'em outside.

—-

"YOU'LL SLIP AND FALL IN THOSE!!"

"naahh. i'll be fine."

"......"

"SEE? EVEN GRILLBY AGREES IT'S A BAD IDEA!!"

—-

for the most part, i always was fine; just had to be careful around the ice.

fortunately, it's not an issue using shortcuts; really only ever slipping a few times.

—-

"I SAID THIS WOULD HAPPEN."

"you've slipped even in your boots."

"THAT WAS A ONE-OFF ACCIDENT!"

"so was this."

sliding me across the ice until we were close enough to the snow to stand again, papyrus lifted me onto my feet once more.

"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA."

"you've gotta admit that over two weeks without slipping in these is pretty good."

"THERE'D HARDLY BE SLIPPING AT ALL IF YOU WOULD JUST PUT ON BETTER FOOTWEAR."

"these are way better."

"OBVIOUSLY NOT?! YOU 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 SLIPPED!"

"but with snow boots, you have to tie 'em and whatnot."

"YOU DO THAT WITH MOST SHOES, SANS."

"not with slippers."

"YOU'RE GOING TO WEAR SLIPPERS ALL THE TIME.."

"JUST SO THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO TIE THEM?"

"yep."

"that's the plan."

"YOUR ABILITY TO CONSISTENTLY FIND THE LAZIEST ROUTE IN EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE CONFOUNDS ME, BROTHER."

"IT'S ALMOST IMPRESSIVE."

"thanks. that's the one thing i do put effort into."

"...BEING LAZY."

"it's hard work, doing this little."

—-

ahh.

back when new bad habits of mine still surprised him.

...speakin' of bad habits.

grillby's looks like it hasn't been touched since the day we took all the important stuff up.

the most one'll find in there now is a fine layer of dust only disturbed by me brushing against some stuff.

not that the jukebox ever worked before, but i'm pretty sure it wouldn't turn on if you tried at this point.

——

already knew the librarby was empty; they gave away all the books before leaving to the surface.

took the sciencey ones, myself.

wanted the joke book too, but a certain old lady got to it first.

officially, it is hers.

unofficially, the book keeps bouncing between being in either of our possession for months at a time.

it's gained a few pages over the years, a lined-paper section at the end with a lotta skeleton and snail puns.

think paps split the cookbooks with someone, and hoarded the puzzle books.

(not like anyone else was readin' those, anyway.)

there were a couple on monster history i'm almost certain i've seen frisk with a few times, so they must've gotten those.

as charming as this little place was, the new library's got way more selection.

sorry, not library.

still librarby.

they kept the name. too iconic to change it.

even if it had been changed, we'd all continue to call it the librarby anyway.

——

many of the folks who had shops down here have taken up that same role on the surface.

the two bunnies running the inn and shop moved somewhere closer to new home city for better business.

——

in the snow, i did what i'd done a million times in the past.

i parked myself at the foot of the door which separated snowdin from the ruins.

—-

"knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

she'd say.

"cash."

"Cash who?"

"no thanks, i'm more of a walnut guy."

and i'd heard her burst out into laughter from the other side.

"Knock, knock."

"who's there?"

"Hatch."

"hatch who?"

"Oh, bless you."

then she'd laughed at her own joke hard enough to be contagious.

"knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"canoe."

"Canoe who?"

"canoe come out here? i'm gettin' bonely."

she got a good kick out of that one, but her laughter had a tinge of sadness to it.

"...But, I am afraid not."

didn't expect any different of an answer.

always thinking it better not to ask quite why, i shrugged.

"one day, maybe."

"or not."

"you could just be mysterious door lady forever if you want."

"....."

"Knock, knock."

"who's there?"

"Peas."

"peas who?"

"Peas excuse my secretiveness. I know it can be a bit off-putting."

"everyone's got their secrets, 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 problem to me if you keep a few."

"Ha! I am glad that you are so 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 with it."

"It is a joy to hear your 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 jokes every day!"

"nice to have someone with an a-𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳-able laugh to tell 'em to."

my slight regret about that pun immediately washed away upon hearing the laugh in question follow after it.

—-

....welp.

as fun as reminiscing has been, i've definitely left papyrus alone for far too long.

gotta spend at least a little time in the snow with him.

that's what we came back here for in the first place.

——

"WHEN DO YOU THINK IT'LL SNOW ON THE SURFACE?"

"it's supposed to get pretty cold soon, so probably not too long now."

"besides."

"if your desire for snow gets too awful bad, we'll just come down here again."

"WE SHOULD BRING FRIENDS WITH US NEXT TIME!"

"would be cool to re-visit the whole underground with everyone after all this time."

"OH!"

he sat straight up in the snow, scattering the powder around as he did so.

"YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO?"

"what's that?"

"COME, COME! QUICKLY!!"

——

from that very same spot we all first looked in awe at our new future, me and him watched the sun set.

golden light poured over everything; sun beams warm in contrast to the town we've left once again.

"WHEN WE FIRST MOVED OUT FOR GOOD, I REALLY THOUGHT I'D MISS IT MORE."

"THOUGH, I DIDN'T EXACTLY HAVE THAT FEELING OF TRAPPED-NESS ON THE SAME LEVEL EVERYONE ELSE SEEMED TO."

"IT'S HARD TO GET BORED WHEN YOU'RE THE MOST ENTERTAINING SKELETON AROUND!"

"WITH THE COOLEST BROTHER AROUND."

"aww."

"...MAYBE I DID FEEL TRAPPED A LITTLE.. BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE."

"WE'RE ALL ON THE SURFACE TOGETHER, AND THAT 𝗜𝗦 WHAT MATTERS!"

when he turned to look at me, i couldn't tell whether his face was lit up more by the sun or the smile he had.

"I'M REALLY HAPPY HERE."

"me too."

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #skelebros #sans and papyrus #toriel #soriel #sans x toriel

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wylerkinktober · 9 days

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Wyler Kinktober FAQ

Basics

What is (Wyler) Kinktober?

Kinktober is a multifandom prompt based challenge that encourages the creation of erotic fanworks, mostly fanfiction and fan art, that focus on specific kinks, taking place during the month of October. The original tumblr post was created in September 2016 by @sparksreactor, and has since grown into an annual challenge. See fanlore.org for more detailed info.

Wyler Kinktober is simply a Kinktober event specific to the Wyler pairing, A.K.A. Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin. We ran it for the first time in 2023, in association with @weylerwritingevents, but I felt that since it’s an annual event, it needed its own home on Tumblr. Hence, @wylerkinktober was born.

At its heart, Kinktober is very simple:

Look at the list and pick a kink (or more, if you’re feeling adventurous). You can participate for a single day or all 31 days or anything in between, as you please. Combining multiple kinks from different days is also permitted. I stress once again: Do not burn yourself out because you feel that you need to create a certain number or length of fanworks! We want this to be fun for everyone.

Create your fanwork(s). Any type and length of fanwork counts, as long as it fits with the kink(s) you picked!

On the day that the kink is listed, post your fanwork on AO3 and/or Tumblr - and in the former case, don’t forget to add it to the current year’s Wyler Kinktober Collection!

For more detailed information, keep reading!

Who can participate?

Anyone who’s a creative Wyler shipper! As long as your fanwork is Wyler centric and fits one (or more) of the prompts, you can participate!

Do I need to sign up to participate?

Nope! You simply pick your prompt(s), create your fanwork(s), and post it/them on the day(s) the prompt(s) you chose is/are listed! Don’t forget to also submit your work to the AO3 Collection which will be set up and linked from this blog for each event. For more details about posting your fanwork(s) on AO3 and/or Tumblr, scroll down to the "Posting on AO3/Tumblr and Logistics" section of this FAQ.

What kinds of fanworks can I post to fill a prompt?

Whether you create fan fic, fan art, videos, gif sets, poetry, playlists, incorrect quotes, drabbles, amigurumi, stick figure drawings, fic soundtracks... it doesn’t matter. As long as your fanwork is Wyler centric and fits one (or more) of the prompts on any given day, you can participate!

Do I need to create something for every day of Kinktober?

Only if you want to (and don’t risk burning out by attempting this)! You can participate even if you only pick a single prompt from the list. This is supposed to be fun, not stressful.

Do I need to use all prompts listed on a specific day?

You can if you’d like to, but most creators choose one prompt for each day they participate in.

Can I combine multiple prompts from different days in one fanwork?

Sure! Just post your fanwork on one of the days your prompts are listed for.

Can I post more than one fill per day?

If you’re that inspired and have the time and energy, you can fill all the prompts on all days! Just remember not to burn yourself out.

What are the rules?

There are just a few. You can find them here.

Prompts and Fanwork Content

How do I interpret the prompts in the prompt list?

When it comes to the interpretation of Kinktober prompts and what exactly qualifies as a kink, I think this gif puts it best:

That being said, if you are unsure about the meaning of a specific kink, try googling its name + kink, i.e. “macrophilia kink”. If you can’t find a clear definition that way, feel free to send an Ask or message @itshype or @ourdramaqueen! However, we do not accept kinkshaming in any way, as per the Rules. Think twice before you send us any such messages.

How kinky do my Kinktober fanworks have to be?

That is entirely up to you! If, for example, you want to make “Ass worship” or "Torture" romantic, go for it! Not every kink involves pain and bondage. Gentleness and fluff can be kinks, too, and some of those softer kinks are usually included in the prompt list. But if you want to make it all about whips and chains and blood, that’s also fine! Just tag and warn accordingly.

Can my fanwork include other characters/pairings?

As long as the focus is on Wyler, yes. If Wyler are a background pairing or exes who are not getting back together in the story, no.

Can Wednesday and Tyler have a threesome/group sex/sex with another character or be in a poly relationship?

Again, as long as the focus in your Kinktober fill is on Wyler, even if they are in a poly relationship like WyClay or WyClair, etc., that’s perfectly fine!

Examples:

The two of them together have sex with one or more other characters, but in the end it’s really about Wednesday/Tyler.

Tyler or Wednesday is calling the shots while Bianca uses her siren song on the other, and Wyler get off on this dynamic.

Tyler is away. Wednesday is having sex with a third character while Tyler gives instructions over the phone/a video call and is jerking off.

Tyler has sex with Bianca while Wednesday has sex with Enid, but they keep watching each other’s reactions, and that’s what really turns them on.

Bianca siren songs Wednesday and Tyler (consensually, of course) into doing sexy/kinky stuff to each other.

Wednesday and Tyler seduce a third character together.

And so on...

(Feel free to use any of these scenarios, if you feel so inspired!)

Posting on AO3/Tumblr and Logistics

When will this year's Wyler Kinktober AO3 Collection go live?

Probably at the beginning of September. Earlier wouldn't make sense since AO3 deletes unpublished drafts one month after they have been created.

How do I tag my fanwork on AO3?

Please ensure that your fanwork complies with our Rules.

Include the day's prompt(s) you are using (for example, Mirrors) in your AO3 tags.

In your author’s note, say which Kinktober day and prompt(s) your fill is for. Example: "This is my fill for Wyler Kinktober 2024 Day [X], prompt: [prompt name(s)]." (Replace [X] and [prompt name] with the day number and prompt name(s) you're posting the fanwork for.) Like so: This is my fill for Wyler Kinktober 2024 Day 20, prompt: Mirrors.

Don't forget to submit your fill to our AO3 Collection, see below!

How to post art, video and audio files on AO3

Unfortunately, AO3 can’t host image, video, or audio files, so you need to upload your files somewhere else, and then embed them in a new AO3 work.

Art/Images

Follow AO3’s instructions here.

Videos and Audio

AO3 also has instructions for embedding videos and audio files.

How do I center embedded images, videos, or audio on the page in AO3?

To center the embedded images, videos, or audio on the page, you will need to go into the html editor and add the following before and after the embed code: <p align="center">[EMBED CODE]</p>

How do I add my fanwork to this year’s Wyler Kinktober AO3 Collection?

You can add your work to the Collection in one of two ways:

You go to the AO3 Collection page which will be set up and linked from here in the weeks before the start of Kinktober. There, at the top of the page, you can click/tap the “Post to Collection” button. Then you go through the normal steps to post a new work. Once you've ensured that you have tagged it correctly, hit the “Post” button, and your fanwork becomes part of the Collection! (It may take a few minutes to show up.)

You create a new work as usual. In the Associations box, you find “Post to Collections/Challenges” right at the top. In that text box, you type in the title of the Collection, i.e. “Wyler Kinktober 2024”. Once you have selected the correct Collection, it will appear on the gray background, and not as a textbox anymore. Once you post your fanwork, it will also appear in the Collection. (It may take a few minutes to show up.)

How do I tag my fanwork on Tumblr, and how do I make sure the Wyler Kinktober blog will share it?

In your post, say which Kinktober day and prompt(s) your fill is for. Example: This is my fill for day 20 of Wyler Kinktober 2024, prompt: Mirrors.

Tag the post with the prompt you are using (in this example, #mirrors), as well as #wyler kinktober 2024, #wyler kinktober 2024 day [X] (<@wylerkinktober.

Tag the annual event, i.e. #wyler kinktober 2024 and #wyler kinktober 2024 day [X] (replacing the [X] with the number of the day your fanwork was created for), as well as @wylerkinktober. You also have to tag the kink(s) you have chosen for that fanwork, i.e. #mirrors. Please also include any applicable warnings, as per the Rules.

Are there rules for posting my Kinktober creations?

Please refer to the Rules post. There's just a few, so be sure to comply with them.

I have a great kinky idea, but my kink isn’t listed this year. What do I do?

Maybe the kink you’d like to use can be considered a variation of a listed kink? Say, you have a great idea for a fic involving spanking and paddling, but they are not on the list. However, impact play is. Good news! Spanking and paddling are variations on impact play, so you can post your fic on Impact Play day! If that isn’t the case, there is more good news: October 31st is always the “Whatever You Like” day, so on the final day of the challenge, you can post a creation using any kink, whether it’s on the list or not!

I am writing/have written a fanwork (maybe for another challenge) that also fits into Kinktober. Can I submit it?

The goal is to get new fanworks out of this challenge, so please don’t submit fanworks that have been posted weeks or months prior to the Kinktober day it would be a good fit for. But if it's pretty recent, sure! If in doubt, send an Ask or contact @ourdramaqueen or @itshype!

Help, I’ve fallen behind and can’t post on the day the kink is listed for!

Confession: I (@ourdramaqueen) spent my first Kinktober mostly posting after the fact because 1) I hadn’t seen the list until part way through the first week, and 2) some kinks that called to me had already passed.

While posting your fanwork(s) on the day the kink is listed is the goal, if you really can’t make it, post your creation as soon as you can, ideally by the end of October. Remember: This is supposed to be fun, not stressful!

I have another question which isn’t answered in this FAQ.

Send an Ask, and your question will be answered/added to this FAQ asap!

#wyler kinktober #faq #admin post #wyler kinktober faq #wyler kinktober 2024

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feathersnek · 1 day

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A glance at Elnath Perusha

She is the dutiful captain of the Thanatos Squad, serving directly under the ruler, Haze, herself.

Kodama's boss in Tales of the Rays: Recollection. Most of Elnath's info is...a huge spoiler! So allow me to give you a peek at Elnath-senpai in a bit of a longer than usual "on the surface" section, while keeping spoilers under the cut. I will try to lean on the light end of spoilers, but if you have any interest in this story, those spoilers are still rather heavy. You have been warned.

On the surface:

Elnath may look small, (and she is! Under 5ft tall) but she's older and more powerful than her appearance may suggest. She is a stern captain that oversees the Reaper Knights, and is constantly lecturing Kodama for going out of line. But she isn't without compassion, as she notices his good intentions. She often overworks herself into long hours to fulfill her role, and enjoys sweets in her free time. Though she wouldn't admit it upfront.

Elnath serves directly under the ruler, Haze, and they are very close. However, Elnath also considers herself Haze's biggest admirer...A trait she shares with Kodama. The two of them often compete over who loves Haze more. They consider each other friendly rivals in this sense.

Elnath is serious and sincere. She cares about Haze and her friends to the point where she would do anything to keep them safe. Which can be a dangerous mix with her underlying impulsive nature where she feels like she must solve things without help.

To look deeper, we must tread major spoilers about Elnath. I recommend reading the story for these details. With that warning, let's look just a little closer below the cut... (I will keep certain things vague to at least save *some* surprises)

Her identity as "Elnath" is the result of a terrible mistake, a decades long nap where she awoke without any memories, and Haze keeping her close under her care. In truth, she predates the creation of the world itself. While we don't know when the world was created exactly, what info we do have puts her over 1,200 years old. Possibly even significantly beyond that. Her original form is that of a small fairy known as a "mirrite."

Elnath eventually remembers who she used to be. Her unique power can save the people she loves from the endless disaster of the monstrous wraiths that have brought humanity to the brink of extinction, but in her reckless desire to save everyone, she decides she must take this burden upon herself. This plan will come at the cost of her original mission...and her own life.

All she wants is for the people she loves to live on happily. The world she came to love as "Elnath." She no longer considers herself who she was in the past. She lives as Elnath now.

She would sacrifice herself and indeed an entire world for the future of her loved ones.

Her loved ones, however, want nothing more than to live on with her and cannot accept her plan to sacrifice herself. Thus, our protagonists chase after her into the unknown...

#tales of the rays #Rays Recollection #Elnath Perusha #Feather's character introductions #It's my daughter! I love her!#Elnath's last name *drumroll* has two viable origins which both are spelled differently in JP than the official JP spellings. Perusha it is #I tried really hard to avoid hard spoiler details so please read her story and appreciate her #She's tied with Kocis as my favorite character #I will give them both headpats and never shut up about them #This story is complete now by the way. And the game is ending soon so hop on it and unlock the Reco story to have it in the offline version #Recollection story is fully voiced and damn is it good voicing

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sincerelylivvv · 1 year

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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: rafe is at a total loss when he finds out you're sick; the thought of losing you was once something he constantly avoided, but now is the only thing on his mind

warnings: reader is dying, some language, mentions of religion

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a/n: based on the song 'pray' by sam smith. it's not specified exactly what the reader is dying from, but yknow, she is dying. feel free to leave some feedback! if possible, i may write a another part. if you have any requests, send them in! and super sorry if this is hard for anyone to read, if you are uncomfortable, please do not feel the need to continue reading. If you would like to be tagged in any future fics, just let me know. I love all of you

I'm young and I'm foolish, I've made bad decisions I block out the news, turn my back on religion Don't have no degree, I'm somewhat naïve I've made it this far on my own

Rafe Cameron was no stranger to being alone. He learned at a young age that you can't depend on anyone fully; there's always someone wishing ill on you and then waiting to kick you when you're at a low point. Through the years, he's turned to not-so-healthy habits to cope with how shitty his life was. He was young, careless, stupid. But he figured how much shittier can his life actually get? He dropped out of college, his family hated him and even his friends grew to have a certain distaste for him.

He remembers how his family used to attend church on Sunday mornings. When he was a kid, he'd be in a different section of the church with others close to his age. They'd participate in whatever activity was going on at the time and through the couple hours they were there, would be given snacks to keep them from going hungry.

Through all of the poor decisions he's made, he was still content with himself. He made it this far on his own and knew he could go farther if he pushed himself enough. He never was the kind of person that would back down from a challenge. His now? To become someone his father could say he was proud of. Or at least a person that didn't cause distaste within his toxic family.

He thought heavily about leaving the island, thinking a new start would be good for him. A different place with different faces; people who know nothing of him than what he let them know. He could go back to college or maybe start a job straight off the bat, which may be a better option for him due to the circumstances he finds himself in. He doesn't have much money, no one to confide in, and no certain direction to go in.

Until he met you. You were the daughter of a multi-millionaire businessman. Your dad first started out small, starting a mediocre landscaping business, and eventually had the opportunity to go to college. After majoring in both business and communications and secured a job on Wall Street. He then went on to start a chain of five-star hotels located throughout the country, and eventually sold his landscaping business. He met your mom after she applied to work at one of the hotels and the rest is history.

He met you at a party. You and your parents were on vacation and staying in the house your dad bought as a gift for your mom. He remembers how excited and at ease you were, with a cup of the spiked juice in your hand. Your hips were swaying along to the beat of the music, laughs tearing out of your throat in utter joy; and he was captivated as soon as he saw you.

He wished he could say he was the one to go up to you, but that wasn't how it turned out. You and your friends had been walking towards the drinks, which just so happened to be close to where he was standing, and in a complete accident, you knocked his drink out of his hand when walking by him.

"Shit! I am so, so sorry about that," you rush apologetically. "I wasn't watching where I was going, and God everything is kinda swaying right now. I can go grab you another drink-"

"Nah, don't worry about it." He smiles. "Accidents happen. And you look a little past the point of tipsy. No offense."

The laugh that tore out of your throat made his stomach flutter; it was beautiful and graceful and everything he was the exact opposite of. "Trust me; none taken," you grin back.

But lately, that shit ain't been gettin' me higher I lift up my head and the world is on fire There's dread in my heart and fear in my bones And I just don't know what to say

That moment on the beach was the moment he knew he wanted you; forever and always. It was the start of a beautiful and bountiful relationship, which he was by no means accustomed to. He was used to short-lived relationships, more so hookups, so this was all to him.

You caught on to that pretty early on, as hard as Rafe tried with you, he fell a little short sometimes. But he did try really hard, there were just those few key tells he had that made you contemplate whether he had ever been in anything serious before. And eventually, it was brought up in conversation, and just like you had thought, he had never done anything like this before. Not that it bothered you; relationships weren't easy, especially if you were new to them, but you were patient with the boy.

Though he had bad trust issues, he grew to learn how to open up with you. You were there for him no matter what; always so kind and understanding with everything he talked to you about. It was strange for him, unfamiliar. But he was grateful nonetheless.

The day he found out the news hit him like a train. And though he thought he knew what panic attacks were, which maybe he did, he never had one as bad as this. His vision became very narrow with black spots clouding his eyes every now and then, and the world around him was both moving too fast and too slow all at the same time.

It hurt you to tell him, but it hurt him even more knowing there was nothing he could do to help. All you've done for him, and he would never have the chance to give back to you.

You tried your best to stop the sniffles that came from you, desperate to hide the sadness that was written on your face. Your hands cradled his, warm and soft over ones that were rough and brittle, and you gently pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Is there anything I can do, Rafe?" Your voice was quiet and calm, and Rafe sat shocked at how you could be so relaxed.

"How are you so…so at ease when you're-" His voice breaks, sobs quickly pouring out from him.

"Oh, Rafe." You maneuver to sit on his lap, thighs on either side of his, and your head now lying on top of his own as his tears wet the sweatshirt you're wearing.

His clammy hands cling to every inch of you, desperate to hold on to you for as long as he could. Maybe if he held you long enough, you wouldn't leave. The both of you would carry on as if you wouldn't be gone in a few months, and the pair of you would do what he dreamed of doing with you.

But that wasn't the case, you would be gone, and a part of him with you. He wondered what he did to have such heartache brought on him, to have the only good thing in his life taken from him and would be forced to move on as if you weren't gone. As if he was still whole.

"It'll be okay, Rafe."

Maybe I'll pray, pray Maybe I'll pray I have never believed in you, no But I'm gonna pray

Rafe never would have thought he'd be back in the church he grew up in. But he thought if there was a God, maybe He would have some empathy and listen. The both of you started going together in the beginning; it took you off guard when he asked you about going, but again, you wanted nothing but to support him. Eventually, you got too sick to go. So, two then became one.

He never prayed so hard. In fact, he never prayed at all. Even when he was forced to go as a child, he never prayed. But he wanted to keep you here and all to himself. He knew it was selfish, but he came to the decision that he never was one for selflessness.

It was after a Sunday service that he thought he'd stop by to see you. Stepping out of his truck, he approaches the door to your house with a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. First, he heard your dog bark, little Daisy, and then he was met with the warm eyes of your mother.

"Rafe!" The woman exclaims, joy radiating from her body. "Come in, come in," She ushers him inside. "How've you been? Y/F/N told me you were thinking about working for the company."

Rafe nods, "Yeah, we've been talking about it. I guess it'll…I don't know, depend on how I am after-" He stops and the woman in front of him flashes a sad, knowing look.

"Of course," She agrees. "No rush at all. There will always be a place for you. You have my word." She gently pats his shoulder, and all is quiet for a few moments before she makes a 'tsk' sound. "Well, Y/N is in her room, for now. She's been asking to go on a walk around the garden for a while. Maybe you could join us," She proposes.

"Yeah of course," Rafe smiles. "Mind if I go see her?"

Rafe's brow cringes and his shoulders drop. "Yeah," He mumbles. 'I know the feeling,' he thinks.

"Well, best not to keep her waiting." Your mom motions to the steps.

You had been staring out the windows of your room when you heard the light knock on your door, and before you could even speak, Rafe pokes his head into the room. "Mind if I come in?" He grins.

Your tired face lights up upon seeing him, and with rapid nods of your head, Rafe makes his way over to you.

"Pretty flowers," You comment. "Who're they for?"

"A pretty girl," Rafe answers and lands a swift kiss on the crown of your head. He pulls away and smirks cheekily at you. He then bows his head once more and begins peppering light kisses over your face, basking in the giggles that flew from your mouth.

Eventually, he presses one last kiss to your lips before pulling away once more, sitting down the flowers he once held on the nightstand beside the hospital bed your father had put in your room.

He sighs as he sits down in the chair beside you. "How you doing, sweet girl?"

You do your best to shrug, "I'm doing good. A little tired." You try to smile, but Rafe is quick to notice the twinge of pain that briefly crossed your face.

His eyes dance across your face; your color has dulled slightly, and your eyes are heavy and defeated. "I'm sorry," He finally says. "Your mother told me about your walk today, though. That's something to look forward to." He's fast to change the subject, not wanting to think about how bad you're doing and how broken he is at the sight of you. He hates seeing you in such a state; a girl who was once so full of love and life and everything pure in the world was now lying sick in a bed.

You grin a little, "Yeah, I'm excited. I've been dying to get out of this bed." You then wince at your words, "Yikes, bad joke," you attempt to laugh it off upon seeing the flash of pain across your boyfriend's face. "Well, um will you be joining us?"

Rafe chuckles, grabbing onto your hand and rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. "Wouldn't miss it."

I'm not a saint, I'm more of a sinner I don't wanna lose, but I fear for the winners When I tried to explain, the words ran away That's why I am stood here today

Rafe knew he wasn't that great of a person; not one anyone would go out on a limb to save, but he still had a sliver of hope that some miracle would save him from the nightmare you and he were facing.

Every night and every Sunday morning, he gave his best shot at asking, begging, God to save you. He always talked about knowing he didn't deserve such a huge ask, but that you, at the very least, deserved something better than this. He would include all the plans he still had with you; proposing and getting married, having kids, spending the holidays with you, but above all, growing old with you.

He hoped that his plea would at least sway someone enough to pull through will a miracle; he had even stated a few times that he would be more than willing to take your place. Just as long as you stay and you're happy.

His pleas of hope and desperation are the only reason he's always stood firm in that church that he hated so much There wasn't enough money in the world to make him go to church, but that was before he met you. And it was sure as hell before the revelation that he was gonna lose you one day and there was nothing he could do about it.

Won't you call me? Can we have a one-on-one, please? Let's talk about freedom Everyone prays in the end Everyone prays in the end

Rafe was beyond angry.

He recently found out from your father that you were only getting worse, and the doctor that had been taking care of you revealed that there wasn't anything more that could really be done

So all that time he spent praying for you? He got nothing out of it.

Sometimes, he thought that it was kind of funny how he once begged his father for things, most small, but never got it, and then had to beg and plead with someone else for your well-being and still didn't get anything.

The most recent night he saw you was the worst. You looked bad before, but now? You looked terrible. Your face began sinking in, arms and body became smaller due to you not eating much. And even when you did, you threw most of it up.

You hardly talked now. You were always somewhat quiet but still knew how to have a loud, breathtaking presence. That wasn't the case anymore, though; you were hardly ever awake, on account of you not having much energy, and when you were, you wouldn't say much. Usually just a quiet 'hi' and then would look out your window.

It killed Rafe to see you in such a state. To not be able to have a conversation like he used to. But he learned that while you may not be willing or able to talk, you still enjoyed listening to him. He told you all about the apartment he was able to get, with the help of the job your father gave him, and how he got a dog he named 'Posie', and even brought in pictures of her to show you. She was an older King Cavalier Charles Spaniel, and almost completely deaf, but he loved her, and so did you. Sometimes, he'd even bring her over for a playdate with Daisy, which always brought a brighter look to your face.

He didn't know what particularly triggered it, but he finally, completely and utterly, broke down. On the floor of his bedroom, heavy breaths and thick tears fell all too quickly. It was the type of crying that went from loud, heart-wrenching sounds to nothing at all. And with all the strength he could muster up, he begged, unknowingly for the last time, for someone to help you. This time, not specifying who, just someone bigger to help the sickness that still plagued you.

'Just a fucking one-on-one, please', He thought over and over again. The mantra was recounted in his head for what felt like forever, until he eventually fell asleep.

That was until he picked up the phone call, in which your mother finally told him you had gotten better, only to finish with the words, 'she passed during the night…in her sleep. I'm so sorry, Rafe.'

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