#ooooh shiny new idea!

[alstroemeriadissonance]

This is me when I sniff out a brainrot

#No seriously in go all OOOOH SHINY then jump all over the new idea and abandon current draft until I get a new idea for *that* draft #Brain fart #Just posted because I found this pic when cleaning out my drive and soooo cuuuuute #Look at my beautiful boy JUST LOOK AT HIM

[annymation]

Okay, now I wanna know how the calming from nightmares would play out between Aster and Asha…which means I’m giving you full permission to write this type of angst.😅 Maybe the two of the have a nightmare about those AU endings you gave each of them (Asha is cursed and Aster is a black hole). If it means I see a wholesome interaction of either of them calming each other from a nightmare, it’ll be worth the angst.

OOOOH-HOO HA HA HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Oh Emptyblog7 my poor, naive, little friend! You have no idea of what you just unleashed!

Thanks to you, I can now explore the deep machinations of my characters psyche, their deepest and untold fears are revealed in poetic ways, and best of all, I get to make my favorite blorbo suffer YIPPIEEEEEEE!!!

So anyway, Asha got a nightmare in chapter 8 of Kingdom Of Wishes (In the updated version) so I guess it's Aster's turn.

"All you'll have to do is give her a true love's kiss" Explained Acrux, the south star of the southern cross constellation. The elder star spoke calmly with a wise and serene smile "If your feelings are indeed true love, then... You shall become a human"

He finished that sentence with his voice sounding slightly quavery, almost as if he was trying to hide from Aster a sense of dread he was feeling.

Aster, however, didn't notice the uneasiness in his voice at all. The young star was beaming with the news that the stars would actually grant his wish. He couldn't stop smiling, frantically moving his arms up and down with an unbound energy.

Aster celebrated in front of all the stars that surrounded them "WOOOAAAAH!!! LETS GOOO-" But he stopped himself, realizing it was best to show maturity in front of the ancient star "I mean- ahem- Thank you, for giving me this chance" The little star bowed down his head to Acrux, to which the brighter star just smiles amusedly.

Another star that was among the many others gathered around them spoke up "We couldn't, in good conscience, let you go without asking one thing first" The star that walked forward was Meissa, more specifically, she's the head of Orion "Do you truly understand what your wish entails?"

"Ummm sure I do, it means I get to spend the rest of my life with the one I love" Aster replied with his eyes sparkling brighter than the sun.

And speaking of which "Indeed, the rest of your life..." The sun from the earth's solar system herself spoke "A life that, for us, will be nothing but a passing moment... We'll view your life the same way humans view the life of a butterfly. Freeing and beautiful, sure, but also short and fragile." She explained with a smile that carried some worry behind him

Aster understood what the other stars were worried about, that he'd regret this choice, that something bad would happen to him, he smiled and tried to reassure them "I know, and I've already accepted that. As long as I have Asha by my side I have nothing to fear"

...

A voice echoed from the crowd of stars "Well then, I guess we're asking the wrong question. Aren't we?" Just from their tone, it was noticeable how they were smiling while speaking.

Aster was caught off guard by the voice. Deep down, they knew that this whole thing felt quite "Deja Vu"... Almost like a memory he was re-living... But that felt different, he didn't remember this part.

Aster turns towards where the voice came from, he doesn't know which of the stars spoke "And uh- what would the "right question" be? Heh heh" Aster asked, feeling anxious all of the sudden, not sure why.

The stars that were gathered around moved to the side, almost like a door sliding open to reveal who had spoken... Aster's breath hitched.

All he saw was two eyes. Two tiny, shiny, yellow eyes. On a dark silhouette.

Aster couldn't quite make out who or what the silhouette looked like. But he knew one thing... That's NOT how stars present themselves when taking a physical form... This is something else.

Aster floats backwards slightly, his eyes darting around to the other stars, he looks at them distressed as if to ask "Are you all seeing that?"

But they seem unnerved by the newcomer... They actually have no reaction at all.

The shadowy figure then says "The question isn't if you're prepared to die eventually, of coooourse you are." There's nothing to be seen on their face besides their eyes, however, Aster can practically HEAR their huge smile as they speak. The silhouette takes a few steps forward as they ask their first question "What you really should ask yourself is...

Are you ready to lose her?"

Aster felt a chill run down his spine... Which was odd, stars can't feel cold. He tried to open his mouth to speak but-

"Are you ready to be even MORE helpless than you already were?"

His voice didn't come out, it was as if something was holding his lungs. Aster turned to Acrux but-

"Are you ready to be useless for her, again?..."

Acrux wasn't there, he vanished. Aster quickly looks around, and to his horror... The stars are gone.

Aster is shaking, all he sees around him is darkness. There's nothing, there's no one. Just him, and this thing getting closer and closer.

The figure suddenly get's close really fast, floating right above him "Tell me, do you really think you can protect her?" He sneered, it felt more like a mockery than a question "Even though you can't even protect yourself?"

Aster was frozen in place, staring at those bright eyes looming above him.

Suddenly, he feels himself getting smaller, but not because he was shrinking. Looking down, Aster sees he's being sucked into a hole that opened beneath his feet.

They try to scream, but no sound came out.

And even if it did, no one would hear.

It's just the two of them, in the dark emptiness of space.

Aster feels as if they're being swallowed by quicksand, as his feet sink down slowly, down and down into the hole of emptiness.

"Heh heh it's like they said, you're just as fragile as a bug now" the shadow couldn't hold in a lowly chuckle as floated in circles above Aster, watching the other sinking down slowly in amusement "Ah but then again, that's nothing new to you, is it?" those glowing yellow eyes pierced through Aster's soul "Even when you had magic, you were weak. Now? Now you're NOTHING!" The shadow's hand SLAMS with all force on Aster's face, now pushing him down, making him sink faster and faster. "So, when something WORSE than Magnifico shows up, what will you do? Hmmm?" Aster tried to pull and punch the hand out of his face, but it wouldn't budge, it was like the arm was made of concrete. He was powerless to stop this "That's right, NOTHING!" The hand pushed Aster down harshly, he could feel his whole lower half was being pressured from all sides, like he was being buried alive.

From between the dark fingers, Aster could open his eyes to look at the silhouette face to face...

He wasn't a silhouette anymore.

Aster could see their face... It was his own face.

It was like looking in a mirror, albeit, a mirror with a very sinister smile.

"But hey! That's what you wished for, right?" they kept pushing Aster down, his chest was completely swallowed by the hole. The shadow grinned as he rambled almost playfully "To live unsure of what the future has in store, not knowing what other threats you'll be hopeless to stop next, wow, exciting stuff, huh?! Everyday a brand new failure!" Aster once again tried to scream, but his voice wasn't coming out no matter how hard he tried. They were buried now up to the neck. His shadow stopped smiling, now with a cold expression, he said one last thing before pushing Aster into the abyss "So don't cry about it when things get tough, you asked for it."

With one last push... Aster fell in.

And he kept falling. Down.

Down and down.

Free falling.

Down.

Until.

"AAAAAAAAAH!!!!!" Aster woke up in cold sweat.

The boy was breathing as if his heart was trying to jump out of his chest, his eyes darting around the room, blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the darkness. The room was barely lit thanks to the light of the full moon coming from the window, but slowly, things started coming into focus.

Aster tried to calm himself, hugging his pillow as he looked around to ground himself back into reality. None of that was real, he was fine, he was in his room, with just a closet, a few books scattered on the floor, and a face staring at him.

"GAAH-" Aster let out another yell, realizing that the face staring at him was his own... Because there was a mirror on the other side of the room.

He let out a sigh, of both relief and frustration, he literally just got scared of his reflection, how pathetic is that?

They stared back into the mirror for a few moments. Seeing his now curly brown hair and freckled cheeks... He could also see how much he was shaking, even though it wasn't cold.

They breathed deeply a few more time, as everything from that dream started to sink in, and not only that, but everything else that has been happening since Aster became human.

All the times he got hurt by accidentally forgetting he couldn't fly anymore and Asha got really worried about him.

All the times they passed by the royals statues and Aster had in the back of his mind the lingering fear that maybe the spell wasn't permanent.

All the times he wanted to express how this is all so new and overwhelming, to the point he sometimes didn't want to hang out with Asha and the others, sometimes, he just wanted to be left alone.

But he can't say that, right? Their time together is short, he has to enjoy every day like it's his last, that's what being human is all about... Right? And... That's what he wished for...

Aster didn't even notice he was crying til he felt a knot stuck in his throat. Tears were running down his freckled cheeks as he still kept staring in the mirror.

*knock knock*

"AAH!" Aster screams for the third time in a row once he hears someone knocking on the door.

"Aster, are you okay? I heard you yelling" Asha's voice came worriedly from the other side of the door "May I come in?"

Aster quickly dried his own tears with his pillow "Oh he-hey Asha! Ye-yeah sure, I'm fine, just uh- I fell from the bed" he lied, trying to disguise how hoarse his voice sounded

Asha opened the door, wearing a simple orange night gown and holding a candle "Did you hurt yourself? That was a pretty loud scream"

She wasn't actually buying this "Fell from the bed" talk, she knew by now Aster sometimes had the bad habit of keeping any negative feelings to himself. They still had to work through that.

Aster chuckled awkwardly "Heheh oops, I should probably apologize to Dahlia, her parents and the neighbors tomorrow, shouldn't I?" he tried to lighten the situation, but the shakiness in his voice gave it away that he wasn't feeling well

Asha set next to him on the bed and placed the candle on the night stand "Aster, you know you can tell me anything... I want to help." She held his hand, soothingly caressing it with her thumb. With his other hand Aster dried another tear that threatened to fall from the corner of his eye. Asha gently held his other hand as she said "You can cry if you need to"

And that was enough to make Aster break into tears.

The two of them hugged, as Asha caressed his back gently and whispered words of reassurance, his sobbing slowly subsided into small hiccups, and later to just some spaced out shaky breaths.

Soon, Aster was able to take deep breaths and calm himself, although he had calmed down, the two remained in the embrace, like neither of them wanted to let go.

"... I'm afraid of the unknown." Aster admitted in a sigh "Of not knowing what'll happen with us in the future... What if something worse than the royals comes and I- I can't keep you safe..." Aster's voice started shaking again.

Asha held him closer "I'm afraid too... Everyone's afraid of not knowing what'll happen next, that's part of life" she explained, feeling her own heart ache, as she indeed understood what Aster meant, or at least part of it "But we promised we'd protect each other, remember? That means I'm here for you too" She let go of the hug to look at him in the eyes with a smile "So don't put so much pressure on yourself, okay? We're in this together"

Aster's tears still glistened with the moonlight coming from the window, but he had a bittersweet smile.

"Thank you..." Aster pondered for a moment, and then asked "Is it okay if we cancel those plans we had for tomorrow and just... Stay home? Maybe just talking?... I think I want take the day to relax" He wasn't sure if it was selfish of him to ask that

"Of course we can." Asha replied warmly "That's actually a great idea, to be honest, we've been showing you so much human things everyday it probably got you kinda stressed, huh?"

Aster hugged her once again, she didn't know how much that meant to him.

"Thank you for understanding... I love you, Asha."

Asha hugged him back with a smile "I love you too, Aster"

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Dang that was a lot. I had to do some research about dream symbolism, look up the meanings of "Not being able to scream in a dream" and "Sinking in quick sand in a dream" and also "Free falling in a dream" for more insight.

Basically what I wanted to explore was both Aster's fear of not being strong enough to protect Asha, a fear that carried over since their star boy days to his human days, and also the guilt that comes from not feeling 100% happy after getting something you wanted all your life. Aster wished to be human for so long, so he feel like he doesn't have the right to feel sad, otherwise they're being ungrateful, when of course there's nothing wrong with not being happy all the time, that's something Aster still gotta work through.

In conclusion, Aster needs some therapy, luckily Asha is the next closest thing.

Tagging yall cause I've been teasing this angst for days now lol @gracebeth3604 @uva124 @emillyverse @oh-shtars @signed-sapphire @kstarsarts

#wish rewrite #wish reimagined #kingdom of wishes #ask

[flwersgarden]

HEYYYY! i love ur writings and i was wondering if u were able to make a cutesy reader falling right into elvis’s traps and her just being so oblivious to it? like she swooshes past all his red flags

note: OOOOH DEAR ANON YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS IDEA, thank you so much for this request and i hope you like it!

elvis presley knew you were the perfect one from the moment he saw you.

you were not just beautiful, as anyone would like their partner to be, but most importantly you truly love him, you take care of him, you support him and most importantly, you don't notice just how much he loves you.

the first time elvis met you was in his comeback special, you were in the audience but anyone could spot you among all the others. wearing your cute pink outfit with shiny makeup and bright smile.

he would sometimes tease you by saying:

“ darling, there's no way you didn't go there with the thought of getting my attention. you were too beautiful to ignore. ”

“ elvis! ” you'd say while laughing. “ you're exaggerating. ”

“ 'm not! ” and you both would laugh.

the comeback special was just the beginning for the cute relationship you had with elvis.

after he asked steve to bring you backstage, you both talked every day at every hour.

and priscilla started to suspect.

“ who are you calling at 3 am? ” she asked one night, while she was giving her back to elvis who just hung up on you; elvis' smile disappearing the moment she spoke.

“ thought you were sleeping. ”

“ clearly. ”

he scoffed, standing up from bed making priscilla turn around, one hand holding the weight of her body.

“ so who? ”

“ who what? ” answered elvis back while putting his robe on.

“ don't make me feel dumb. who are you calling? ”

“ someone important! ” he almost screamed before locking himself in the bathroom.

priscilla just looked down, tears burning her eyes at the thought of losing elvis so soon.

meanwhile you were just soundly sleeping, smile in your face as elvis and you finished your night call.

oh yes, after weeks of meeting you he asked if you both could have 'morning', 'afternoon', 'noon' and 'night' calls. you agreed, quite flustered for being elvis' object of attention.

you thought it wouldn't last, at first, but you told him it was mainly because of your parents.

“ he is no good! ” your father shouted while you were crying in the cheap couch your family owned, your mother shaking her head as disappointment for you evaded her heart. “ he has new girls every week and if he lied to his wife, imagine to his lover! ”

“ no! you don't understand, we are just friends! ”

now it was your mama's turn. “ hah! yes, friends! like the type of 'friends' he has? you probably already gave him your precious gift- ”

“ no! i already told you we are just friends! ”

“ i don't care, stop seeing him! ”

but, oh, you father was such a hypocrite. because the moment he and your mom lost everything, their job, their house and their dignity, he begged you to tell elvis to help them.

“ honey, he can help us. he is such a sweet soul and he is kind to everyone. ”

“ i don't want to use him for his money... ”

“ y/n. we are your parents, darling. do it for us. ”

but you just couldn't!

you, while sobbing, told elvis everything in one of your so many visits you had when he was in your town.

“ but i don't want to ask you that! you earned that money, not my mama! ”

elvis just softly smiled, hugging you and comforting you. a lovers embrace to many others and elvis. for you, a savior embrace.

“ i'd give them money, how about that? ”

you looked up at him, shaking your head while holding his robe.

“ please don't, i just- don't want you to be their money pig. they are so ungrateful-. ”

“ but they're my angel's folks. ”

“ i know, but-. ”

“ doll, come on. lemme take care of you in some way. ”

you just sadly smiled, hugging him with all the strength you could muster while elvis closed his eyes to focus in the sweet smell of your shampoo.

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a few months after you started dating him, elvis invited you to live with him and his father (who was almost never there because of business; and at elvis request, but you didn't had to know that.) and you accepted, jumping up and down from excitement.

waving your parents goodbye with some elvis presley' expensive napkin while they just waved back, obviously glad that their daughter was going to get married to someone that could give them money.

not that elvis would do that again.

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elvis got a phone call from your parents while you were playing with some tea game he bought for you.

“ presley residence. ” he asked with a smile on his face, a paper crown in his head that you did with your soft hands, some pink plastic necklace surrounding his neck and with your cute voice in the background asking mr. nini if he wanted more tea.

“ hello, elvis! it's the y/l/n family! ”

elvis' smile dropped.

“ what d'ya want. ”

“ oh, well, that's no way to greet your bride's ol' folks.”

he moved a bit further away from you, glancing back to see you were still focused in the way your ballerina dress wasn't with any wrinkles.

“ hm, what is it? ”

“ well, you see, there's this minor problem her daddy had. ”

he had to hold his tongue to not say 'you're talking to him and i don't have any problem.' — “ what kind of problem? ”

“ well, all of the money has disappeared. y'know the one you gave us last week. ”

he rolled his eyes, sighing, already knowing what was this about.

“ listen, uh, i won't give you anymore money. ”

your mother's rant was cut short.

“ excuse me? ”

“ you heard me. ”

“ why? ”

“ i already have what i want. ” he said while turning to you, waving back when you waved and smiled. “ so, why should i give you any more money? ” he asked, now with you facing his back as you returned to your tea party.

“ i... i don't understand. ” your mother weakly answered back.

“ you really think i was giving you money? it was because she was living with you. but now that she is with me, safe, you don't have nothing to take care of. ”

silence filled the line.

“ we're taking her back, don't touch our baby. ”

he almost laughed.

“ hm. ”

then he hung up.

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your mother should've known better. that's what elvis told you at Graceland after your mother grabbed you almost violently while you were shopping.

you were in some designer store elvis recommended you to go for the kind of looks you always wanted to wear. pink and white were your main colors, which sometimes made it difficult to just choose a single cloth. but thank god for your lovely boyfriend who always gave you money, even if you sometimes tried to refuse.

while looking at a skirt that grabbed your attention, hard hands grabbed your shoulders spinning you around to meet them.

“ m-mama? what are you-. ”

“ come with me! ” she said as she dragged you out of the store, a few customers looking at you with worry in their eyes.

“ what is this about? ” you asked, suddenly scared. she looked disheveled, with her hair dirty and no makeup on.

“ that man, elvis presley, he-. ” your mother took a deep breath before continuing. “ he ruined us. we asked for the check last month and since that phone call our life has been awful, darling. ” she started sobbing, clinging to you; making your white dress look dirty.

“ mama, i don't know what you talking about. ” you whispered, clearly shocked of seeing your usually stone-face mother so vulnerable.

“ you have to leave, come with us, we're leaving this country if it's necessary-. ”

“ is there a problem, miss? ” you turned around, some clerk looking at you with concern.

“ no, she's my mother. ” you tried to explain between her sobs.

“ okay... ” the clerk hummed after, going inside his store.

you turned, grabbing your mother's arms. “ mama, come on, what happened? truly. ”

your mother looked at you like you just stabbed her.

“ it's the truth! elvis ruined your father business and my bakery, people started throwing rocks at our windows at home. ”

you just shook your head. how dare they?

“ elvis gave you money for, how long? almost a year? and you pay him back with this? ” you scoffed, your usual pacific demeanor no longer there.

“ elvis is a good man, all that i have i owe it to him, you're not going to make me turn into someone disgraceful as you! ”

“ no, baby! please, listen to me, it's all true! ”

“ is what true? ”

your mother gasped, hiding her face between your clothes while you turned your face to the side finding your boyfriend, all dressed up with his sunglasses, looking at the both of you.

you slipped out of your mother's hold, almost running to stand next to him.

“ hey, what happened? ” he asked, grabbing your waist with his arm.

“ no! you stay away from her, you monster! ” your mother pointed a finger at him, her body shaking.

“ please stop! can we just go? ” you muttered the last part.

elvis didn't say anything more, he just turned and walked out with you. ignoring your mother's painful cries.

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you never had so many friends, your timid demeanor never really hit with anyone but a few. and there was your best friend, who was the only one that understood you.

or so you thought.

you were making dinner with her in the Graceland kitchen, she invited her boyfriend and yours was in a meeting. elvis allowed you to have them as guests so you were happy you could hang out with them in your home.

“ so, how's elvis? ”

“ oh, he's fine, probably a bit tired but he is stubborn so he won't let me keep him at home. ” you quietly laughed.

your best friend just kind of smiled, now looking at you, ignoring the pot in the stove behind her.

“ look, y/n. ” she took off her apron, fixing her hair. “ we've been friends for years and i've always told you the truth. ”

“ that you did. and i will always be grateful! ”

she softly smiled.

“ well, i'm here to tell you the truth again. ” you nodded. “ elvis is a bad man. ”

you dropped your knife.

“ what? ” you turned around, blinking to see if you were dreaming, sadly, you weren't.

“ he didn't let you finish your job, he threatens everyone around you if they want to be friends with you, you even had to ask him for permission for us to come as if you were a child and he ruined your parents; making them die without a penny! ” her voice incremented in volume as she spoke.

you were on the verge of tears, your hands shaking. your best friend, who you thought was the only good thing, besides elvis, that remained in your life betrays you like this.

your parents died because of their disease, elvis told you that himself. he even payed the hospital bills. he wouldn't lie about something like that. he wouldn't lie to you about anything! how dare she?

you couldn't say anything, you just took off your apron and ran upstairs, locking yourself in your and elvis' room. you friend tried to make you come out so 'she could explain' but you didn't want to see her anymore, you cried so much you fell asleep after a few minutes.

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you were woken up by strong arms lifting you, soft footsteps were heard as the figure walked to the bed.

“ hm? ” you muttered, blinking.

“ hey, baby. ” you unconsciously smiled, that soft velvet voice always made you happy.

“ hi, daddy. ” you whispered, now looking at him.

“ what were you doing in the floor, pretty girl? ” he asked while caressing your hair, that was probably a mess.

you wanted to cry by just remembering.

but instead you looked up at him with your adorable doe eyes.

“ i don't want to talk to anyone but you from now on. ” you pouted, your cheek pressing against his neck.

he hugged you back, quite confused at this sudden confession.

“ i'd love that. ” he leaned his head back to look at you. “ to keep my pretty baby all fo' me. ” he smiled, touching your nose with his finger.

you giggled, he always knew how to make you shy.

“ but what happened, hm? tell me, come on. ”

“ my friend said you were a bad man. ” you whispered, sniffing to keep your tears at bay. “ and i was so angry 'cause after my folks fiasco i thought she... i thought she supported me. ” and that was it, you started to cry again.

elvis just sighed, hugging you back.

“ see, that's why i keep you here, baby. ” he spoke with that soft deep voice he only uses with you, leaving small kisses in the crown of your head. “ because i know how people can take advantage of someone as good as you. ”

you just nodded, your eyes closed as they hurt for crying so much.

“ i really trusted her. ”

the sight of you was like a renaissance painting. your eyes shining with tears and the light above you, your white eyeshadow running under them, your lipgloss leaving little sparks in your lips, you looked like an angel.

“ only trust me. ” elvis whispered.

you could only nod, hugging him again.

#request 🤍 #austin!elvis x reader #elvis 2022 #yandere austin!elvis #yandere austin!elvis x reader #yandere!elvis x reader

[thatruperson]

I'm Glad It Started Raining

Happy Holidays to @hananono !! I was your Secret Spirit gifter this year! I hope you've had a great year and an even better one next year! You asked for for tft SeriRei, happy/silly Serizawa and fun outfits! I tried to combine them. I hope you all enjoy this little ficlet. :) Thanks for hosting @mp100secretspirit ! ~~~~~~~~

The rain came on unexpectedly and they ducked into a shop, cursing their luck, not really paying attention to what it was. He looked around curiously. Odd clothes and accessories littered the place, along with rolls and rolls of cloth stacked atop each other and photos of families and couples. Before he could ask Reigen what he thought the place might be, an employee appeared and gave them her best customer service smile. “Welcome to Photopalooza! We’re having a Rainy Day sale, 20% off all our photo packages! Would you be interested in looking them over?” She hands them each a pamphlet. 

“Er…” He says as he blinks down at the shiny laminated sheet in his hand. He’s five seconds away from apologizing and saying they’re there by mistake when he sees Reigen bouncing on his toes. “Ooooh, Katsuya, check this one out!” And then there’s a pamphlet that is way too close to his face. He pushes Reigen’s hand back a bit so he can see the one he’s pointing at. “Fantasy Playplace Package: Be the Hero or Villain of Your Own Story!” He reads it off dutifully. He blinks. “What?” When he meets Reigen’s eyes he has that gleam that tells him he’s excited by whatever this place is and the man waves a hand around dramatically. “Forget the movie! We can see that anytime. This is fate, Katsuya! We don’t have any photos of just the two of us! Let's fix that here and now!” That is true…Most of their photos together included the kids or clients or his Mother. He takes another look around the shop with new eyes. He smiles, warming up to the idea. “Yeah, sure, why not!”

Ten minutes later a very pleased employee, happy for her sales commission, shows them to a room. There are a few heavy looking trunks and she explains that they’re filled with various costumes and props. She then cheerfully explains how to change the backdrop and the various buttons to press to change the camera settings and timer. “Just call for me if you need assistance, sirs. And remember, if you break anything it gets added to your bill.” With that said, she’s gone. 

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” He says, thrumming with excitement as he pulls out a costume from one of the trunks and looks it over. “Neither have I!” Reigen says, holding up a pink, flouncy princess dress to himself with a grin. “I definitely want to see you in one of these.” He snorts a laugh. “I haven’t worn a dress since I was seven, ‘Taka, that’s all yours. Besides, I don’t think they’ll carry one of those in my size.” “These things don’t count as dresses.” Reigen scoffs. “It’s a costume! Theater!” He strikes a dramatic pose. “Is the size thing the only thing holding you back?” He chuckles at Reigen’s antics. “Well, when you put it like that, I suppose so…” “Great!” The blond replies and is sticking his head out the door and calling for help before he can change his mind.  Soon enough, the employee has brought them an equally pink and somehow even frillier dress than the one Reigen had held up earlier. “Wow, you really do have one in my size…” He says in surprise. She laughs and hands it over. “Of course! The only demographic that rivals little kids in wanting to wear one of these for photos are grown men having a good time!” His smile broadens as Reigen says, “See? What’d I tell you!” He places one hand on his chest and throws the other up in the air. “Theater knows no gender boundaries!” They quickly pull the dresses on and help each other zip up. They take one good look at each other in the cheap, plasticky dresses before collapsing on each other in laughter. “Oh my gosh, we look like off brand Barbies.” Reigen wheezes against him and they spiral into laughter again. They complete their looks with conical hats that strap beneath their chins and take a few pictures like that, acting regal in one, undignified in another, before he tosses his off and puts on a dragon suit and chases Reigen around the room, the other man shrieking in as high a pitch he can manage. Things quickly devolve from there.  “Oh my god, ‘Taka.” He pulls out a lightsaber from one of the trunks. “We gotta do this one.” They bicker for a while over who is going to play the sith and who will play the jedi. Katsuya refuses to play rock, paper, scissors as he still hasn’t figured out how Reigen always wins that game. But Katsuya wins in the end with his superior puppy eyed look and gets to play the jedi like he wanted. They don their robes and set the camera to take multiple pictures as they recreate their favorite scenes, yelling and whacking each other with the cheap lightsabers. It turns out Reigen is scarily good at laughing like Emperor Palpatine and he feels justified in making him play the sith. After that they take a stab at being mimes, completely failing at being silent. “What are you doing?!”

He laughs at Reigen’s exasperated face. “I’ve lasso’d you and I’m pulling you in, obviously!” Reigen rolls his eyes but grins and pretends to be pulled into him. Katsuya rewards him with a kiss that would have continued longer had the timer signifying the end of their booking not gone off. They stand at the front of the store in their normal clothes once again, the sun shining in through the window as if it had never rained at all. They laugh as they browse through the photos they took and choose their favorites, adding silly special effects before printing them out to keep. They choose one of the classic photobooth strip layouts, and print out three copies. One for each of them and one for the office. He thinks the professionalism of them dressed as princesses and things is debatable but Reigen disagrees and says it adds a fun element to their office and well…he can’t really deny that. He can still feel the residual joy bubbling up inside him as they leave the shop hand in hand. He brings their joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to Reigen’s knuckles. “I’m glad it started raining.”

#secret spirit 2023 #SeriRei #tft SeriRei #MP100 #MP100 Fanfiction #MP100 Fanart #For Hananono #You can also find this on AO3 under the same Title

[into-september]

MLB Paris special

I've been saying it before and I'm saying it even louder now: these writers are good at self-contained episodes, it's serialisation they can't handle. This is yet another testament to the fact that when they get the time to flesh out their ideas and dwell on their details, this universe is brilliant.

That said, this is by far the weakest of the specials yet, thanks mostly to the way it falls back on some of the mawkiest lines this show has produced. Where Shanghai and NYC had moments of Our Heroes in genuinely dire situations, this one was essentially your normal akuma battle with a few extra bells and whistles, which they resolve by giving their emo counterparts a pep talk about how they can totally be good people like them, just look on the bright side of life! The lucky charm blatantly frames this as some sort of facing-your-inner-demons tale, which would have worked if

a) these had been doubts Marinette and Adrien had faced this very episode, but last time Adrien had a thought about the fact that he recently lost his mum in canon timeline was "Felix", and Marinette's experience in being bitter and alone was, oh yeah, never.

b) we had a bit more background on emoverse ladynoir than their telling us the reason they're angry

In essence: this brings about zero epiphanies to our ladynoir like the NYC special did, and emoverse ladynoir don't have the on-screen backstories like Fei for their turn-around to be narratively satisfying. Marinette's speech at Emobug reads like an inspirational quote our aunts post on Facebook; harmless, and true in essence, but ooooh boy the that's easy for you to say.

It works simultaneously better and worse with Adrien-Emonoir, where Adrien's side is A+ character moment and Emonoir's is jazz_music_stops.jpg because this boy lived better circumstances than our Adrien, but became a trigger-happy supervillain? and here I thought losing a parent and being neglected by the other one wasn't a sympathetic explanation for why you'd turn to violence against the world around you

Where NYC and Shanghai had my heart, this one was just sparkly, but sparkly at least in a way it's been a while since this show has felt.

(I mean, there's the "Gabriel Agreste is a hero at his core and deserved the statue" propaganda and "why yes, their team-up in the end can be taken as foreshadowing of Marinette's decision to side with Gabriel in the S5 finale being framed as a good and kind thing for Adrien", but I'll refrain from going into that wank. We're all strong independent adults capable of grappling with the unfortunate implications of a work of fiction)

Have some bullet points:

I called them "bells and whistles" but emoverse ladynoir carries this special alone, and boy howdy do they CARRY it

Some really nifty scenes here, with particular kudos to the slo-mo akumatisation of Cat Noir

ouch but the parallel akumatisation of father and son from different universes was an unfortunate one (see: "Gabriel is a hero at core" propaganda)

speaking of: ~Cat Blanc trauma~ died with "Jubilation" and this is the funeral

So much lore being made up just to justify the plot beats of this special, gotta love it

Excuse me, I got brainworms from emoverse ladynoir being physically marked by the damaged caused by their misuse of their miraculous and the way this never is compared to Gabriel's shiny new handprint

Or at least named as the reason why they're so desperate and bitter, rather than the diet coke explanation we got

I can't believe what a bitter old crone I've become to roll my eyes when Ladybug has a moment of shoddily set up "oh no I can't do it" so that Cat Noir can put a hand on his shoulder and look her in the eye and say "I always believe in you, milady". To be fair I think this would've touched me if it hadn't been like a year and half since "Strike Back" aired

On the bright side, this one episode does Alya more justice than all the rest of S5 did

did emoverse!Chloé have Sabine deported?

I can't believe Claw Noir didn't at least get rid of the mullet

I can't believe that trailer showed us all we were getting of emoverse Alya and Nino. ROBBED.

The emotional aftermath of "Destruction" really was ADRIEN: Plagg, I think I killed a man and that makes me uncomfortable PLAGG: Okay, but please consider: cheese

Why, IN THE NAME OF THE LORD, was this scene of Gabriel almost going into Adrien's room after the cataclysm not in the show proper

Adrien was so excited to talk about Nino's favourite film. It is now canon that Adrien is that person who genuinely enjoys avant-garde cinema

Best part: emoverse ladynoir teaming up with Hawkmoth to form a visual kei Team Rocket, complete with sarcastic nicknames

Monarch, sorry (something something you're giving into his power by acknowledging his self-proclaimed change in name), but I dig that they kept up the continuity of the fashion disaster he was for these early S5 episodes

Worst part: Superfluous multiverse jumping fanservice. If you needed to pad for time, it should've been spent on emoverse ladynoir flashbacks

I can't wait for the S6 reveal that Chloé personally caused the climate crisis, founded daesh and killed Mother Teresa

#mira #blah #let's watch cartoons #ml paris special #mlb meta

[jamiesfootball]

I am continually AMAZED by the nuöber of writing projects you're juggling. Doyou have a plan for finishing and posting each chapter/fic - like, I'll finish that, then focus on this before jumping back to (with healthy bits of 'ooooh new shiny idea HELLO' thrown in, I imagine - or is it more of a following yoir muse each day and we'll just see what ends up being ready to post first?

I do try to have a plan, yes! My short-term writing plan is that winter is hard. Winter is hard, and writing in winter is hard, and having so many damn social obligations during winter makes it extra hard.

This plus the past three months has seen some major life stuff roll through - both personal and work-related - that seem to have sucked the life out of me.

That said I think I'm about over the worst of it? I can feel my brain muscles starting to work again, and I've had the time to start jotting notes down at work.

So my current plan is:

1- Finish Ch 2 of OGYGGIYHNBGL (it's been months i'm so sorry). This is top priority. This is the one in the front

2- Finish one of the following (mostly by following muse but if muse had a limited menu to work with)

Gift fic 1

Gift fic 2

Ch 1 of the 5+1 sleepy jamie pavlovian fic

Ch 3 of the The Vacant House Behind Our Home

That being said in the past two days I've written about 2000 words of Jamie Murders Zava and its very very fun. But that's work writing on my phone so it basically doesn't count

#ask box is always open #writing progress #the smaller things I've been posting are mainly just sprints #which are a necessary source of vitamins

[relativelynormalgameshow]

METROID DREAD (2019)

Platform: Nintendo Switch Status: 100% finished Rating: 9/10 Recommend?: HECK YEAH! 

My history with Metroid Dread was somehow… Complicated. I found out there is a demo for the game as soon as I got the switch in the summer of 2022. Naturally, I finally could get a taste of the Metroid franchise, so I downloaded it, tried it out… and found out this isn’t a game for me unfortunately…

But then, in the fall of 2023, OUT OF NOWHERE Metroid Dread crept into my mind, without any previous trigger, and I was like “Damn… I would love to play that game… I should try the demo out…” and I kept telling this to myself for like two weeks until I sat down, downloaded it again and fell in love with the game instantly.

And how do I rank the game after I got it, sat down and obtained 100% completion on my save? Here’s my thoughts.

1) STORY

As stated before, this was my first Metroid game ever.

I have no idea what is going on in the series, so starting with the fourth main entry basically, might be a bit misleading, but I felt like I was catching on to everything the game was throwing at me storywise.

The initial premise is fairly simple.

Samus is called on an isolated planet called ZDR, where she needs to investigate a race of mimic creatures known as X. Naturally, things go south fairly quickly. We are captured by some boss creature, beaten to a pulp and stripped of all upgrades and we start our journey on ZDR as the most barebones version of Samus Aran.

The story unfolds slowly and very atmospherically I’d say, but the pacing is well spaced throughout the game. Everything builds up to the final reveal and like… I am sorry, I have to put a

BEWARE SPOILERS! LIKE… HUGE SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT!

notice here… But I was blown by it! If anyone would tell me something is able to put out a similar plot twist to the first Bioshock and succeed in it, in 2021, I wouldn’t believe it! My brother told me that similarly to DMC5, a lot of the plot of Dread was guessed by the community even before the game was released, but IDC. I was still blown by it.

END OF SPOILER SEGMENT. 

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2) GAMEPLAY

Before Dread I played only bits of Hollow Knight and Blasphemous in terms of other Metroidvanias.

Gameplay-wise, Metroid Dread is one of the most satisfying games I ever played. Samus controls amazingly well. As you unlock the different skills to traverse the map, even the boss fights become much more fun. Out-jumping Chozo Soldiers was a deliberate fun.

The movement through ZDR, through jumps, space-jumps, morph-balling and slides is amazing, it’s swift and very responsive.

Only gripe I have is with the shinespark puzzles.

That shit made me sweat bricks. I literally was going through a phase when I wanted to grab the whole switch and toss it out of the window.

WHO MADE THE INPUTS NECESSARY FOR SOME OF THEM???

As for combat, you basically have a shoot, a missile, and a bomb and they improve through upgrades throughout the game so they deal more damage, can have bursts, piercing powers etc.

Its fun that you always have something that keeps you in the “ooooh, something new and shiny :3” mindset. 

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3) LOCATIONS

As for locations, the map is divided into 8 mini-maps that you will be running between.

What will aid you on your travels are certain fast travel points, be it some train, elevator, or teleporters. You are unlocking shortcuts and reaching new parts of the maps like this all throughout the game. So the fact you reach a new minimap doesn’t mean you will get to explore its entirety in one go.

And that’s what makes it fresh the whole time. You don't spend so much time in one place that you would get bored by it.

And you also reach some very pretty scenic views later in the game.

But to be honest… The train locations were always my most favorite :3

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4) BOSSES

Metroid Dread has around 30 bosses. That’s even counting E.M.M.I’s and the final boss. I think there was only one which I really had problems with, which was the Experiment no Z-57.

I have no idea how much time I spent on that bitch, but I was ripping out my hair during the process.

I couldn’t for the love of god learn its patterns. And it’s in a part of the game where the progress through him is mandatory. You basically HAVE TO get through this roadblock, or go F yourself.

Other than that? E.M.M.I’s will probably be one of my most favorite and most hated encounters in gaming, period.

Their indestructibility makes them deadly predators and a regular threat. It kind of reminded me of the Tyrants from the Resident Evil series.

But I felt much more dread from having to outrun these f*ckers.

The fact that if they catch you, you are done for makes them much more scary. And when you then have to obtain the Omega blaster to kill them finally, and still have to first blow off their shield with the gatling gun and only then kill them with a beam that needs to be charged while those huge robots slowly approach you?

I was sweating more than during any of the soulsborne bosses.

But they can also be annoying.

Many times when I couldn’t outrun them, or I was hiding on the ceiling with my camouflage on and they still catched me, I Exploded into angry mode.

The cherry on top then is the final boss, Raven Beak. My sorry ass was pretty much indented into the floor by him. I had to retreat and go level up a bit by obtaining more health and firepower as I reached his second phase out of rockets and was pretty much fucked at that point.

Once I obtained my 100% on the whole map, I came back and wiped the floor with him. And I had so much fun learning to outrun all his attacks and properly get my revenge on him.

Also, a small thing I was giggling at the whole time was that I was imagining how he beat me over few cycles, to his amusement and then Samus just didn’t return, and he put up some tracking device and was watching in fear how she collects every single upgrade there is for her, before finally reaching the bossroom with the attitude of a mother that comes to your room after you unwantedly slammed the door shut after your argument.

And she delivered equally devastating beating of Raven Beak’s ass :> 

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5) AUDIO

This unfortunately isn’t a field where I could talk about much in most of my reviews, period.

I very rarely notice sound design or soundtracks during my playthroughs. I can only say that the sound design of weapons and soldiers is amazing here.

It’s a Nintendo game so brace yourself for not a lot of Voice acting, and when there is some, it’s in a made up language.

The voice acting in the made up language sounds amazing tho. I didn’t mind it there.

As for soundtracks… Each track that is designated to a boss or a place perfectly captures the essence of the place. It either makes you chill out, or sweat bricks, depending on the place you are at and the time you are there at.

One track in particular stands out tho and Iove every second of it. And that’s the Theme of Samus Aran. It’s so damn epic. I can't help but love it. It gives you the feeling you WILL deal with someone who is undeniably badass. And TBH?

That delivers. 

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6) LEWD AND WAIFU POTENTIAL?

Which brings me to my next point. I can FINALLY properly SIMP over Samus in this part of the review, so brace yourselves. 

*Deep breath*

WHY DID NO ONE EVER TELL ME, THAT SAMUS ARAN IS LIKE THE SINGLE ONE MOST BADASS PERSON IN VIDEOGAME HISTORY??? I mean it. I instantly fell in love with her through the very stoic but in-depth body language that they gave her. Every emotion of hers is so well portrayed, given that the most you see of her are her eyes. Most of the times during the cutscenes where she is about to finish some boss, she just silently walks around it, charging her cannon and I absolutely love every single second of it. I am pretty much the epitome of the Scared Cacadou meme! 

(Just a side note I didn’t know where to put it. I absolutely love how they were able to portray her having fear in her eyes. The Fact this is a fairly stylised game, with restricted amount of animation in it, and they still were able to show this emotion so well, shows just how much care was put into this game)

If ANYONE would try to tell me that Doomslayer is her son, I’d FUCKIN BELIEVE THAT! He just one day was like “One day I will be as badass as mommy! :3” and he delivered. And when I brushed over this theme, yes...

Samus Aran is a mommy.

100%. Both in the “Step on me mommy” kinda way and the way where if Nintendo would make her tell you during the gameplay, that you played for too long and you should turn it off or it will have consequences, you WILL turn the game off and go to bed like a good boy... even if it would be just 2PM!

During one of the finish animations, I even compared her to the mother that asks you how was your day at school, and during you telling her that it was fairly calm, she just waits with the wooden spoon in her hand, because she already got the call from the school that you broke a door on the toilets, headshot your classmate with a wet sponge and during the class ignited the classroom plant, and she’s just waiting for you to stop talking so she can wreck your bratty ass. 

She just radiates authority. To be fair, she radiates so much power and authority that you basically feel like you have to be worthy of seeing her nudes on the infamous R34…

That might, or might not be part of the reason why I 100% completed the game…

To gain mommy’s approval…

Might, or might not. Maybe it was just so much fun to play. 

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7) SUMMARY?

Metroid Dread is an absolutely masterful game that was a fresh surprise.

I enjoyed my time with the game, stormed through it in like 3-4 days and it probably is a game that will stay with me for the rest of days. It’s one of those that you just remember having fun with. Even though I wasn’t a fan of the white armor Samus has in this title in the first place, it kinda grew on me.

And if I would get a nickel every time a well known design got white elements embedded into itself and I didnt like it at first, but then it grew onto me, I would have two nickels.

Which Isn’t much, but it’s weird that it happened twice. The second time was with Insomniac’s Spider-Man. 

So, would I recommend the game?

Yes. I give it 9/10.

The performance on Switch is phenomenal. The story was captivating and the gameplay here just shines. It has been a long time since I played a game that was just so much fun to chew through. If you are a proud owner of Nintendo Switch, this for sure is a gem that shouldn’t go under your radar… 

#RelativelyNormalGameshow #AraksGamingCourt #video games #games #nintendo #metroid #metroid dread #samus aran #metroid samus #nintendo switch #game review #gamers of tumblr #personal opinion

[gothdaddyissues]

📚 here is a pile of books to find out about one of your fic ideas 💙

Well, here's the thing...

I had this idea for an AU (obviously) Dracopia story that takes place in New Orleans. A group of ghost hunters with a cheesy YouTube channel go there to investigate a very run-down old Garden District mansion that is supposedly supremely haunted - everyone who goes to investigate it never comes back. Turns out it's not ghosts there, but vampires. I wanted to include the entire Emeritus clan, and also Mary Goore as Dracopia's familiar. (I picture Mary with a Cajun accent - that does a l'il sumtin sumtin to me, y'know what I'm saying? 😳🥵)

It was also going to involve an epic lovers-across-time sort of story, kind of inspired by my love for old-timey Dark Shadows re-runs and that Mad Gallica song "Souls on Fire."

But then I started watching What We Do In The Shadows and my sexy brain rot turned into goofy silly vampire brother hi-jinx... so now I have no idea where I'm going with this.

My brain is basically a rock tumbler of ideas at this point. Every once in a while I open it up and pull out something shiny and say "Ooooh pretty!"

But thanks for asking, my friend!! 💜🖤💜🖤

#WIP asks #ALL MY IDEAS ARE ABOVE MY PAY GRADE

[feraecor]

1. which of your muses is the pickiest eater?

3. what is your process for creating a new muse?

16. which of your muses is most likely to walk into a sliding glass door?

@arcxnumvitae | Q's For A Multimuse | Accepting

Mercy, hands down. If he could survive off of junk food, caffeine and sugar, he would. He hates vegetables and believes that herbs are solely for spell craft.

3. Ooooh shiny!!! I kid but that's pretty much it.

An idea pops up and I run with the thing until I trip and a muse appears from the ether. I think the only ones that are actually thought out and plotted into the story is one's that are created for a particular purpose. And those are usually semi Aya's ideas and I take the babies and run off.

16. Answered here!

#arcxnumvitae #~my wife is very indulgent #~and im a chronic character creator-abandoner #~cause i have the attention span of a goldfish #{Mercy -headcanon-}

[rahleeyah]

Hey Leah, I love your insight into all the character especially Liv. I know you wrote a whole s8 fic with HOV and I adore it but I'm curious to know what you think made her leave without talking to E after coming back from Oregon. I know she looked sad about dani but do you think it had romantic undertones or not? And if so, how aware do you think she was of them?

ooooh i love this question thank you so much for this!!

i think we could say there were definitely some romantic undertones but i think the overarching feeling there is one of having been replaced - romantically, professionally, platonically, what have you. olivia has been saying he's my best friend about elliot with that soft look on her face and talking about how she can't wait to come back and work with him again; she's been muttering his name in her sleep and missing him - and maybe possibly thinking about gitano and the way he looked at her and how he's divorced now and things are changing - and she comes back and she is excited to see him and-

someone else is in her chair. while she was bickering with porter, who doesn't really get her, elliot is standing there looking like a whole ass meal leaning way close to a beautiful woman and smiling at her like he doesn't have a care in the world. she hasn't spoken to him at all since she's been gone and she doesn't know anything about his relationship with dani, but in a moment where she was excited to see him another woman is calling herself his partner, has no idea who olivia is, has confidently, comfortably taken over olivia's role. olivia needed elliot, spent all that time wrestling with her feelings over him, and she comes home and he doesn't need her.

or at least, that's how it looks. and in the moment, she can't face it, can't face him in front of his shiny new partner who it looks, in the moment, like he likes. there's too much riding on her first interaction with him when he comes back, and in that moment, she just can't.

and it hurts my heart fam lol

#anonymous #e.o asks #s.vu

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Hordak's Arms and Cybernetics

Thanks to something completely unrelated to Spop, I think I may have figured out how Hordak's arms work. And, I've got an idea for fanart. I always thought that they must have some kind of internal cybernetics to work because, organically, they shouldn't be able to move being just skin over bone without critical muscles and tendons. I figured that Horde-clone arms must be fundamentally different from our own in that they had some kind of cybernetics alongside the bone that worked in a way to compensate for or shore up the muscle and thus a rotting out of muscle that Hordak had didn't leave him completely helpless (although in a bad way). Cue a reboot of another show I liked back in the day coming up and showing me just how this might work! Trigun: Stampede is a re-work of the anime Trigun from 1998 and the manga from the late '90s - '10s. It was my very favorite thing from 2001, when I'd discovered it until the early '10s and Vash the Stampede is my all time favorite blorbo (even though my brain flitted off to other fandoms - Vash is the character I consistently list as "Favorite Character of All Time.") I couldn't get a JPEG to post, but the article as a web-image screenshot of the anime with a really nice shot of Vash's prosthetic. Vash always had a prosthetic left arm (well, not when he was a kid, but in the story of Trigun, all versions). In the original anime and manga, it's one of his three important guns (hence the series title). Despite this, he is actually a pacifist and I am glad that the new series has kept that critical part of his character. The arm/gun had a very different look in the manga and first anime series. The reboot redesigned it and instead of having it hidden and a revealed mystery later, just had it out loud and proud - and even made a joke about it when Meryl meets Vash. "Ooh, need a hand?" (Pops off). It is noted right away as Lost Technology (an important aspect of the Trigun story, like First Ones' tech, but slightly better remembered). Anyway, the redesigned arm - for people who take a look at the first-episode review article with pics... Look at the thing! It's a bone-arm! Well, it's metal / shiny crystalline stuff because Studio Orange wants to show off their animation-chops, but there it is, big ol' gap with a fake radius and ulna attached to the hand-unit with something of a pivot-joint, no artificial muscle or hydraulics need. And, yeah, watching my ULTIMATE BLORBO back in action in a new form for the first three episodes of the new anime released so far, I saw that arm and thought of reboot Hordak from my more recent fandom. It's like a eureka-moment, like "Ooooh! That's how arms that are Like That can work!" And it tempts me to do a fanart wherein Hordak has been given new fully-prosthetic arms by Entrapta... but they still have gaps in them, as a facsimile of his old arms (but they are indestructible First Ones tech crystal so there is no tactical advantage of anyone wedging anything in the gap) and they look like the new-version Vash-arm. If I do that, it will have to wait until I feel like doing fanart again. I'm too depressed to do much lately (for reasons spoken of earlier on this blog).

#spop #hordak #trigun stampede #vash #fandom comparisions #fictional cybernetics #cyborgs #fanart ideas #much like hordak vash has an evil older brother with a god-complex #but vash is very much a hero and not a conflicted villain #vash has all the hero and martyr-complex of adora and then some #I wonder if the new series is going to make him strip his coat for a scene and show off his many many scars #seems like sad scarred up cyborg aliens are my jam #whether hero or villain #also ARM CANNONS! #classic vash's very much unwilling cannon beats hordak's by a mile though #the angel arm can destroy entire cities and blow holes in moons

[crow-stars]

i should not be starting a project right now but ooooh shiny new idea must. write. and i like writing about royal aus

#☪librarian.talk #also because i haven't been able to write for a solid month or two HA #but i'm trying to start slow #i'm getting there thankfully.

[spookysmujer]

Amor Prohibido, O. Diaz

Summary: Oscar Diaz use to get a kick out of making fun about you back in high school, but what is he like all these years later and after serving time in prison?

warnings: teasing, teenager!Spooky, cute s h e t 😚

word count: 1.5K

anonymously requested!

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There are many things in your life that you want to forget and one of them is high school. You weren’t a lone wolf or some kind of loser, not at all. But to a certain to someone you were a easy target to mess around with, the one and only, Oscar “Spooky” Diaz.

Whenever he got the chance to make fun of you, he did. And by some sick twist of fate, you had majority of your class with him during senior year. It’s like it fueled him, the teasing. As you jog pass Freeridge high as a part of your daily exercise, the memories flood you.

It’s finals week and all you can think of is finishing these exams so you can stop the constant stressing and excessive studying. As you swap out textbooks for your AP Chemistry class in your locker, you hear someone clear their throat from behind you, though it’s no question to who it is.

Without even turning to look, “To what do I own the pleasure this time?”

“Just wondering how the weather is down there? I know it’s sunny up here, but what about down there, hm?” Oscar leans against the lockers besides you and give you his famous smirk. 

You roll your eyes and give your best fake smile, turning your head you look at him, “Do you ever think of anything new to say or are the four brain cells up there all juiced out from the coke you snort in the bathroom during study hall?”

Oscar stares at you and pushes himself off the locker, walking away without another word. You look over shoulder and see him exit the school. A scoff comes out of your mouth as you roll your eyes. It’s a cat and mouse game with him, most of the time he is the one chasing but there are a few occasions where you get to be the mighty feline.

When your fit bit vibrates to alert you that you’ve reached you goal, you come to an abrupt stop. Hunching over with your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath. A few students walk past you, laughing away and in a heavy conversation about the homecoming dance.

You start to walk back to your place, remembering the night of your homecoming dance, senior year.

“Wow, it wears dresses. I wasn’t sure that you knew how to be a full functioning girl. I mean, considering no one’s tapped that yet, sad really.” Oscar’s voice sounds from beside you as sat at your designated table to take a break from dancing.

He pulls a chair out and flips it around so his chest is leaning against the back rest. You look over and nearly spit out your drink, “What the hell happened to you? Oh are you... oh no, are you sick? Are you dying? Jesus really is coming back.”

Oscar laughs and runs his hand over his now shaved head. He looks completely different than he did yesterday in AP Bio. You continue to sip on your punch, he reaches over and pours what smells like vodka into your cup from a metal flask. “What the fuck, seriously?” 

“What? Maybe it’ll loosen you up. Always got a fuckin’ stick up your ass. Ay, maybe then someone will wanna blow your back out tonight, I mean trust me we ain’t got much standards. Not a single fuck given about your new straight hair you went and spent all that money you don’t got.” He ruffles with you hair, you swat his hand away and he laughs, getting up to leave. “Could never be me though.”

Once you get on your street you mentally damn yourself for thinking of those days. It use to take a lot out of you to stand up to Oscar. Those days far behind you for a reason. You make your way up the driveway and stop in your trek, it couldn’t be. 

The shiny exterior of cherry red shines back at you. You’re staring at it making sure it’s not your mind playing tricks on you. Oscar’s car is parked in your driveway. Right?

“As I live and breath. Sup, Y/N.” Your thoughts are disturbed as you hear his voice sound, he stands on your porch, leaning aside the post. He looks the same but a little different as well. Sporting some ink on his face and neck. 

You look around and hope when you turn back it’ll be just a hallucination or something. But as God permits, there he is. His physique definitely changed, his biceps bulging a lot more than the last time you saw him.

“Uh, hey, Oscar.” He smiles and licks his lips, stepping down and walking to stand in front of you. Well one things for sure, he still towers over you. He looks down at you and chuckles, taking his hand ontop your head and measuring it to his chest.

A snicker erupts from him as you push him back, trying to hide your smile, “Still the fucking same I see. Shame, all these years and you still haven’t grown up. Where’ve you been anyways?”

“Corcoran. Got out this morning.” He tells you as he walks over to his car to lean against. You wait it out a few secods before he nods his head for you to join him.

“Shoulda known you’d end up in Prison. Kill someone?”

He shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs, “Drug possession, but ain’t no surprise I was slinging then. I got this while I was inside, ran the whole operation.”

“Yeah, well a part of me isn’t surprised you ended up there and the other part is surprised.” He looks over at you with a quirked eyebrow, “You’re smart, Diaz. You think people didn’t know but we all knew. Just no one questioned you since you hung around the gang, then you joined it. Or how is it? Jumped in?”

He nods his head in agreement with a smirk on his face, you study him for a moment before moving your gaze to in front of you when he looks at you, “Sad you didn’t take the college route. Could’ve been a head chef at some fancy restaurant I bet. My little brother would hang with Cesar. He’d tell me that you’d make such a bomb grilled cheese that he’d refuse anything I’d make. Said you really had knack for being in the kitchen.”

It felt strange to be sitting and talking to Oscar like normal people would. He would tease you any chance he got til the end of summer when you up and left for college in Arizona. Suppose prison truly does change people.

“Yeah, well at the time college wasn’t going to take care of my brother so sacrifices had to be made. Just how life goes.” He sniffs and pulls a cigarette from behind hid ear. You snatch it from him and break it with you heel. “You may have survived prison, but I promise you this will kill you, dummy.”

Oscar wouldn’t normally stand for people acting that way with him.

“What? Not gonna call me names and remind me I’m the most unattractive girl ever?” You turn to him and he turns his body towards yours. He peers down to your lips and brings his hand up to your chin.

You’re confused with what’s happening right now. Oscar not retorting with a comeback and nearly pressed against you, “Never said you unattractive once in my life. Actually thought the opposite since 7th grade.”

“What? You thought I was attractive since we were 13 years old?” Oscar nods and drops his hand from your face.You scoff and step back, walking a few feet away from him. 

He clears his throat, feeling like everything is caving in. He digs for his keys from his pockets. The sounds catches your attention and you turn back, “Wait. I’m just trying to process it all. If you thought I was cute or something, why didn’t you ever tell me? All you would do is tease me and always annoy me.”

Oscar stops fiddling with his keys and steps closer to you, cocking his head to the side, a smile cracking from his serious face, “You never heard that when a guy likes you he is mean to you?”

You roll your eyes and smack his head, “For someone who is smart, that was really stupid to think. I mean.. I would say mean things to you too and you kept comin-... oh. Ooooh, I see it now. Fuck, uh.” 

He sees your calming up with the realization, “Let me take you out.”

“Oh, okay. Um, what are you doing tonight?” You ask him, feeling your heart racing.

“Got some shit to handle tonight, but I’m free right now.” 

Before you can say anything, he dips down and pulls you over his shoulder, you squeal and protest for him to put you down. He only laughs carrying you into your place. 

So by some weird twist of fate, high school wasn’t the worst after all.

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[five-rivers]

do you mind asks that kinda are just like... comments almost? Like on stories? Just jazzing about how absolutely cool your writing/worlds/ideas/aus are? If so, then ooooh my gosh my hyperfix is being FED and also I'm re-reading mortified- I read almost all of it yesterday and the day before (summerbreak + I was HELLA bored) and I just- it's one of those long fics that create an entire world in and of itself, like if you read one of the newer chapters with no context you'd be SO confused, and even then it's still very, very obviously something from Danny Phantom.

(...how do you have the motivation to write that much??? I'm in awe.)

:D I'm happy to hear you like it, and I'm always happy to get asks like this.

You read Mortified fast, though. You know it's, like, 90% of the length of War and Peace, right?

But as for motivation... Admittedly, some of my motivation for Mortified is falling off as I get distracted by other shiny new projects, but for writing overall, I try to write at least a little every day, even if it's only a hundred words. I've been able to do that since I started Mortified back in 2018!

#danny phantom #ask #answer #mortified

[pop-goes-the-sneasel]

My witchy queen, Hatterene!

Ooooh, HATTERENE!!!!! The Forest Witch!!!!

A Psychic/Fairy-type, Hatterene’s actually my favourite new pokemon from Galar, with a stellar design and some truly superb vibes. It’s a bit difficult to actually describe, though: it’s got a humanoid silhouette, but this is misleading, as what appears to be its body is actually just hair. Its true body is still humanoid, but much smaller, terminating in a translucent dress-like appendage. It’s really quite creative, if a little aesthetically unwieldy. Here’s the model with the hair parted and the dress removed:

The most immediately striking part of Hatterene’s appearance is actually the witch hat-like appendage on its head, which ends with a long, prehensile tentacle with three claws. This tentacle seems to be its primary means of interacting with the world, as its short arms are held beneath its hair and never seem to be used. Because its feet don’t touch the ground, its primary means of movement is just slowly levitating, or just teleporting. You can actually see it teleport around in the Wild Area! ...Though oddly, it doesn’t actually learn Teleport.

What really makes Hatterene, though, is its dex entries. Just one sentence, rather. “If you're too loud around it, you risk being torn apart by the claws on its tentacle.” That’s terrifying. Hatterene is classified as the Silent Pokemon, and appropriately, it hates noise. It even hates the idea of noise, repelling people by giving them headaches. Its pre-evolutions, as well, avoid all intense emotions. Hatterene wants everything calm and silent, both inwardly and outwardly. That’s highly appropriate for a Psychic-type, given their tendency to be in tune with the thoughts and feelings of those around them – AND highly appropriate for a Fairy-type, with fairies’ potential for uncanny creepiness. I think it’s probably one of the strongest pokemon concepts there are. The fact it has a common name as ominous as the “Forest Witch” further enhances the concept, and I really, really love it.

It’s also got a Gigantamax form, which isn’t too wildly different, but its hair has a notably tower-like quality to it that kinda evokes Rapunzel in her tower. Some others have noted this as well, but Hatterene actually seems to have something of a princess aesthetic going on, independent of its witch aesthetic. When you ignore the wide brim of the hat, the long tentacle actually brings to mind the veil emerging from the top of a medieval princess hat – a hat properly known as a hennin. A body made of long hair seems to directly reference Rapunzel, as well. It’s entirely possible Hatterene was created as a princess pokemon initially and the witch and silence themes got added later, with the princess aspect being put to the side. Anyways, the Gigantamax form is known as the “Raging Goddess”, and it attacks anything exhibiting hostile emotions in a 30-mile radius. Neat!

Shiny Hatterene is a lovely silver-and-coral colour, which isn’t nearly as pleasant as the trans rights pink-and-blue, but certainly a fantastic shiny nonetheless. Maybe a little bit similar to the base colours, but still distinct enough. After learning that Ability Patches exist and it wouldn’t be locked out of Magic Bounce, I’m high-key tempted to try breeding one :3

Anyways, I absolutely adore Hatterene. It’s quite possibly my favourite Psychic-type, though that’s a position with a lot of competition so it’s a very tough call. It might actually be one of my very top favourites overall, now that I think about it. A big part of my fondness stems from my adoration of witches, which should give y’all a clue of what my #1 favourite pokemon is. My only real criticism is that, like the Impidimp line, it’s gender-locked. There’s absolutely no reason that that was necessary, just as it wasn’t necessary for the Impidimp line – sure, they’re counterparts, but it’s entirely possible to be counterparts without having this weird gender-locking going on. That said, it doesn’t detract from my love for Hatterene. It’s just Game Freak’s fault >:(

….Y’know, after doing this review, Hatterene’s actually grown on me even more. I think it might actually be my favourite pokemon now????? Previous fave usurped???? what the heck

Silence is golden/10.

#pokemon #pokemon reviews #pkmn #swsh #hatterene #hatenna #hattrem #psychic type #fairy type #gigantamax #galar #gen 8 #Anonymous

[chaosangel767]

A Misconstrued Birthday

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Pairing: Fenrir x MC

Rating: SFW - Angst/Fluff 

Prompt: “ How was I such an idiot to believe that you of all people could ever love me” &“ Hey, look at me. Focus on me, Alright?”

WC: 2246

Requested by: Anonymous

“Oliver, these are gorgeous.” I look up at the teen in front of me with a huge smile. He snorts as he wraps the items in an inconspicuous bag and hands it to Ray to add to our groceries. 

“Of course they do, Cream Puff, I made them,” Oliver quips back, causing me to roll my eyes at him. Before I can reply, Ray places his hand on my shoulder with a laugh. 

“Come on weirdo, we have to get back and finish our plans.” Ray winks at me and we wave goodbye to Blanc and Oliver before heading back to headquarters. The early morning sun is steadily making its way into the sky while Ray and I plan out the rest of the day.

“So Sirius is going to take Fenrir out for lunch and to run errands so we can get everything else ready right?” I double-check our plan and Ray nods at me with a huge smile. 

“I can’t wait to see his face later when he finds out,” Ray laughs. I take the groceries from him to deliver while he grabs the other supplies and the box from Oliver and takes it to the office for Sirius. I walk into the kitchen to find the Jack of hearts starting breakfast up. 

“Luka, I have groceries for you, most of them are for dinner tonight,” I told him as I walked into the room and he nodded, remembering the plan. I help him whip up breakfast for the officers and work on my secret project, Luka occasionally helping me. Once officers start to get up I put my secret project on hold and helped plating the last of breakfast. I hear footsteps enter the kitchen and I feel arms wrap around my waist. I smell a familiar scent of gunpowder and turn my head to kiss my boyfriend on the cheek. 

“Morning Fen, Happy birthday Sweetheart.” I greet him and he squeezes me tightly resting his head on my back. 

“Morning MC, I missed you this morning, you were gone before the sun came up.” He told me and I sighed softly. 

“Sorry Love, I had to go with Ray to run some errands, but I made your favorite breakfast.” I apologize and take his hand, tugging him over to the display of food on the counter. I see him grin and Fenrir wraps his arms around me and gives me a sweet kiss on my cheek.  

“It looks really good sweetheart, thanks.” Fenrir seems to relax a little and he sets the table while I finish helping Luka serve all the food. After breakfast is ready I sit between Fenrir and  Luka, and we all eat. The morning is normal, I help Luka clean up after breakfast while the other officers and soldiers all go do their duties.

I go up to the office to bring Ray, Sirius, and Fenrir their morning tea, knocking. I see Ray and Fenrir on the couch mulling over paperwork while Sirius is signing other paperwork at the desk.

“Breaktime gentlemen,” I announce walking into the open office door. I place the tray on the coffee table. Fenrir pulls me into his lap and grabs his drink. Sirius comes over to the couches for a break. 

“Hey little Lady, do you mind if I steal Fenrir away this afternoon? I want to take him out for lunch and then we have to go to a few stores.” Sirius asks me calmly and I smile and nod. 

“Of course, I am working on a huge project so I am really busy this afternoon,” I reply and I see Ray light up suddenly. 

“Oh, I have something for you weirdo.” He stands up and goes over to the desk. “ Here is the stuff you need for your project.” Ray hands me a small thin white box, the wrapping paper tells me that it's from my favorite stationery shop. 

“OOOOh thank you so much, Ray, this is going to help a lot!” I beam at him and I see Fenrir tilt his head as he looks at the box in my hands.

“What is that?” He asks, tightening his grip on me and I smile nuzzling his cheek. 

“It’s for a top-secret project, so I can’t tell you.” I kiss his cheek and he rolls his eyes. 

“Alright then, keep your secrets. Want to go out for dinner tonight?” He asks me but before I can respond, Ray interrupts. 

“Sorry Buddy I need all the officers at dinner tonight for a special announcement, your dinner is going to have to wait until tomorrow.” I see Fenrir is getting frustrated and he growls a little before moving me off his lap before he stands up. 

“Fine, I have to get ready to go to lunch with Sirius.” He storms out of the room. I looked worriedly at Ray. He sighs heavily. 

“I hate lying to him,” I whisper to Ray and he nods in agreement. 

“I know, it's just for a few more hours and then this will be worth it.” He promises me before he stands up. I follow suit and we walk down to the kitchen to check on Luka’s progress and clean the dishes. 

I hear a commotion just as Fenrir storms into the lounge next to the kitchen. I stop talking when I notice him and he grabs my shoulders. 

“Where did you go this morning?” He asks me with a growl and I take a step back, keeping my gaze steady. 

“I was out running errands with Ray, we needed groceries and supplies,” I reply and he snorts. 

“I heard that you guys were over in the residential district of the Central quarter, why were you over there if you were running errands?” Fenrir is steadily raising his voice and I feel myself start to panic inside and I contemplated spoiling the surprise to calm him down. Ray calmly steps in. 

“Fen, please take your hands off of her and back up, this is a conversation we should have in the office and not in the middle of the hall.” Ray tried to de-escalate the situation but Fenrir shakes his head, his magenta eyes were full of pain. 

“I don’t get it? How was I such an idiot to believe that you of all people could ever love me?” He asks hurt before storming off and I feel my heart shatter, he misunderstood. The party isn’t worth losing him.

 “Fenrir, wait!” I cry out, raising my hand to him, but he doesn’t stop or even slow down as he races down the hall and slams the door on the way out to the gun range. “ Fenrir,” I whisper again, feeling tears prick at my eyes. I feel arms wrap around my shoulder and I look over to see Luka rubbing my back with a slight blush. 

“He’ll be back MC, I promise.” Luka starts to calm me down, while Ray dishes out orders to continue the plans for the party later tonight. I hide in my room and work on the handmade wrapping paper I have been working on whenever Fenrir isn’t around. I pulled out the box that Ray handed me earlier which contained special gold ink and a refill of the black ink. The paper is a beautiful light green with little black spades covering it. I took my pen and dipped it in the gold ink, carefully making a cursive little A in each of the black spades. I also filled in some of the blank spaces with little bullets of different calibers and added little grenades. It takes forever, but once I am happy with the result I carefully pulled out the bag that had Fenrir’s presents in it. I take out the card and secure it to the top of the inside of the box. I then opened the carefully wrapped box where there were two new gun holsters, made from a special black leather that I found on my last trip to the land of reason. I found a pair of custom gloves that matched with the same leather, the pointer and pinky fingers bare just how he liked them. I set them in the bigger box carefully. 

I then reached over to the box that Oliver packed this morning and pulled out the new twin pistols that Oliver and Ray helped me design. The guns were shiny silver, with Fenrir engraved on the side of each pistol. The cartridge and trigger of the gun were set with Jade that gleamed in the sunlight. I run my fingers over the shiny metal before carefully settling them in the box amongst their holsters and the gloves. I carefully seal the box and wrap it in handmade wrapping paper. I feel tears start to prick at my eyes just as a knock sounds on my door. 

“Mc, the party is ready downstairs if you want to go down.” Ray’s voice is gentle as he opens the door slowly. I turn to him and let out a soft sigh. 

“He doesn’t want to see me, I'll just ruin the mood,” I tell Ray, sadly handing him the present for Fenrir. 

“MC, this came out beautiful.” Ray looks the package over carefully before staring at me worriedly with his emerald green eyes. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come downstairs?” He asks me softly and I shake my head trying to smile. 

“I’ll be up here, I need to be alone right now Ray,” I quietly tell the King and he nods before giving me a small hug and leaving my room. I sit in my room and think about the time I have spent with Fenrir, feeling my heart clench over and over as his words echo in my heart. I don’t get it? How was I such an idiot to believe that you of all people could ever love me? I feel the tears build up and spill over my cheeks. I love you so much, so much it hurts. I think to myself, crying. I curl up in my blankets. I gave up my world for you, why would I not love you, what did I do wrong? I have no idea how long I have been crying and lost in my thoughts, but when I open my eyes next my room is dark and my pillow is stained with tears. I hear a knock on the door but I don't have the strength to call out or open my eyes. I hear the knock again before the voice I’ve been missing comes from the other side of the door. 

“MC? Please open the door, I want to talk to you.” His voice is just loud enough to be heard through the door. I ignore him not having the strength to get up and deal with it. 

“MC? I’m coming in.” Fenrir is insistent and after a couple more minutes of ignoring him he opens the door, light from the hallway spilling into the room. I hear him take a step into the room and he activates the lamp by the door before closing it. 

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” I hear Fenrir walk closer to the bed and sits next to me on the bed. I shift a little away from him with a whimper. I feel Fenrir lay down next to me and wrap his arms around me. 

“I am so sorry sweetheart, I got the presents, they are so beautiful.” He whispers rubbing my back. His touch brings sparks to me and I whimper, fresh tears starting to fall again. 

“Fenrir,” I whisper and he pulls me into his chest and holds me close, wiping my tears away with his thumb. I feel my body shaking against him and I keep down, not able to meet his eyes. 

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me, Alright?” His voice is gentle and I open my eyes, meeting his sad magenta ones. 

 “I am so sorry for accusing you and getting jealous. I know how much you love me, and I was so scared of losing you. I overreacted and I made you cry. I am so sorry.” Fenrir apologies, nuzzling against my cheek, I can hear the pain in his voice and I  nuzzle back against him. 

“I wanted to surprise you with the party and the gun. It was so hard to keep it a secret,” I whisper and I hear Fenrir chuckle wryly. 

“I am so sorry I ruined the surprise and ruined the party.” He continues to run circles over my back. “I trust you, I honestly don’t know what came over me.”

“ It's okay Fen, just talk to me next time, please. I love you so much, I left my world for you. I would never want you to stop trusting me.” I reach up and cup his cheeks, giving him a soft smile. He presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss, wiping the last of my tears with his thumb. 

“Do you want to go downstairs? You planned such an amazing party, we should go enjoy it,”  Fenrir proposed and I nod, we get up and I make myself presentable. As we are leaving my room Fenrir pulls me against him in a hug and I lean up on my tippy toes.

“Happy Birthday, Fenrir, I love you.” I kiss him one more time before we go downstairs to enjoy the party.

#fenrir godspeed #ikemen revolution fanfiction #ikerev #hurt/comfort #Fenrir jumped to conclusions