#this is either my biggest hit yet or my biggest miss ever

[softinvasions]

Eurydice to Orpheus • Nov. 2023

eurydice’s silence is resounding. you can put anything in that emptiness. —@finelythreadedsky

#p #composition #< so funny to call this ''''''poetry'''''' that i ''''''composed'''''' #this is either my biggest hit yet or my biggest miss ever #what love rendered me in verse? #the box of language desires form but not restraint #archive

[battlekidx2]

Since the season of Hazbin Hotel has ended I'm going to update my thoughts on who Alastor made a deal with because this is probably the aspect of the show where my opinion has shifted the most. I originally thought he was connected with Lilith (like a lot of other people) then I thought it could be Eve, but now I'm fairly sure it's not either of them.

I think it might be Roo.

Roo is a character that hasn't yet made an appearance in Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss, but has been a looming presence for years now if you've kept up with Vivziepop, references to them appearing in the background of both shows, and stated to be the root of all evil. Basically the endgame "villain" of this universe.

It was that last episode that really shifted my perspective on who Alastor has the deal with. The biggest thing was something I noticed in the finale, but then saw other people point out after the fact as well, and that's the fact that eyes follow Alastor around anywhere he goes. (This post in particular shows just how prevalent eyes following Alastor is through the show)

When Alastor is having his breakdown the eyes specifically look like this.

Look a bit familiar?

Whenever Alastor is questioned about his whereabouts for the last seven years he always gets shifty. Eyes darting around, face pointedly looking away from whoever he's talking to, making sure he defuses the question without giving any indication of the real answer.

I initially thought this was because some of these comments hit too close to home and his pride wouldn't allow him to show any weakness, but pair it with the eyes that follow him around and there's the possibility that he's instead being forced to keep quiet. These eyes are watching him, making sure he stays in line. Alastor has to walk on eggshells just in case whoever it is that owns his soul is watching.

It's this ability to make Alastor stay on guard coupled with the moment in the destroyed radio tower that all but confirmed that whoever it is Alastor is, at least on some level, afraid of them. Or at the very least it's someone Alastor shows much more restraint and pause around than anyone else he has come face to face with in the series. Someone who has him on high alert.

This is the same guy who immediately started a conflict with Lucifer because he felt his pride threatened. The literal king of hell who he has to know is more powerful than him. Yet at no point does Alastor ever feel like he's walking on eggshells around him like he does this invisible entity that owns his soul.

If this is the case then what if the person that Alastor made a deal with is even more powerful than Lucifer himself? Or at least close to Lucifer's power level, but much more willing to use it? Someone Alastor can't find leverage over like he can the king of hell.

That really limits the options for who it could be.

I still think that whatever happened 7 years ago Lilith was involved, but the more hints we get to the reality of Lilith and Alastor's situations the more convinced I am that she isn't the one he has a contract with.

Whatever happened 7 years ago it was enough to get her to make a deal with Adam to stay in heaven, hidden from everyone including her family, and it made Alastor go missing for that same period of time.

I've never been a theory person, but this story thread in Hazbin Hotel is incredibly enticing. I can't wait for next season to see where they take this.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #radio demon #i love this show #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #this could be wrong #this is for fun #I don't typically do theories #but this show has me enthralled #amazon prime

[matan4il]

I've seen arguing over how many people were slaughtered on Oct 7 itself. IDK the exact answer, because from what I've gathered, no one does so far. The last time I saw an article addressing the forensic work on this (which was about a week ago), it said 1,248 people had been identified, but I know there have been victims of the massacre identified since, I know there's still the unidentified victims to take into account, and the missing people (those that we can't know yet whether they'd been murdered on that day, kidnapped, or murdered and their body was kidnapped). There have been some bodies that were brought in together with all the rest, but were then identified as Hamas terrorists (my guess is their bodies weren't among those the forensic experts struggled to identify, unlike the bodies of their victims, often mutilated and burnt beyond recognition). Based on the number identified already, and the number of bodies still unidentified, over two months after the massacre, I find it hard to believe that the final number of Oct 7 victims will be less than 1,300 people. But like I said, nobody knows, there's still no official number, not until either the work of identification will be done, or until it's confirmed that there are no more ways to identify the remaining victims of Hamas' slaughter.

Even before the final number, it is the biggest massacre of Jews since the Holocaust, it is the second deadliest terrorist attack ever (if we take the lowest possible number of fatalities. The worst one is Sep 11, when 2,996 Americans were murdered by al-Qaeda), and the deadliest one ever if we adjust the number of victims to the attacked country's population size (if we take the not final figure of 1,248 people massacred on Oct 7, once adjusted for population size, this would be roughly equivalent to over 42,500 Americans murdered, meaning that for the Israeli population, this is over 14 times the scale of the Sep 11 attacks). Think about the number of Israelis (and Jews) impacted by this attack, before we start talking about the over 5,000 people injured on Oct 7, or those kidnapped. Hamas' massacre is also the single bloodiest day in the history of the Israeli-Arab conflict for one side. So anyone telling you that the Palestinians have been "suffering Oct 7 every single day for years," is either incredibly ignorant, or straight up lying. Anyone who knows the history of the conflict, or of terrorism, knows that there is no underestimating the unique brutality of Hamas' massacre.

Out of the people massacred on Oct 7, who were not Israeli citizens, there were at least: 39 victims from Thailand, 10 from Nepal, 4 from the Philippines, 3 from China, 2 from The United Kingdom, 2 from Sri Lanka, 1 from Canada, 1 from Cambodia, 1 from Germany, 1 from Moldova, 1 from The United States, 1 from Tanzania, and 1 from Eritrea. Altogether, at least 67 foreign nationals.

At least 26 people have been killed by direct rocket hits, of which at least 15 were killed on Oct 7. At least 20 were killed by Hamas and PIJ (Palestinian Islamic Jihad) rockets from Gaza, and at least 6 by Hezbollah rockets from Lebanon. Of the 26 known victims of rocket fire, 2 were citizens of Thailand, 14 were Israeli Jews, and 10 were Israeli Arabs. This doesn't reflect the full effect of the rockets on Oct 7, since the fate of many people was sealed when they started fleeing the barrage of around 4,000 rockets fired into Israel, only to run straight into ambushes set up by Hamas terrorists, like many of the Nova music festival victims, where over 360 people were murdered.

This is 5 years old Yazan Abu Jama'a, who was killed by a direct rocket hit on Oct 7:

I think the worst part about this post is writing "at least" so many times, knowing that every single one of these figures may be updated with a greater number.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #antisemitism #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #israelunderattack #terrorism #anti terrorism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish

[obsessedelusional]

read your mind

paring ↬ Bella Ramsey x Fem!Reader

summary ↬ you’re a famous singer. you meet Bella at a event. the two of you end up spending an intoxicating two weeks together. one day you wake up and Bella is no where to be found. this turns into a vicious cycle of Bella hitting you up whenever it’s convenient for them. when you finally have enough Bella does something extreme to prove their case to you. requested here & inspired by read your mind - sabrina carpenter

word count ↬ 2.4kish

authors note ↬ I love writing but It’s hard to find the motivation. Anyways slowly working through my Bella request. someone requested this so long ago and I started it and never finished it. thank you ily (also I physically can’t imagine Bella as anything but the sweetest ever so this was hard omf)

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Bumping in to Bella Ramsey at an a event and becoming “a thing” was something you didn’t have planned for yourself. Yet here you are, have spent nearly everyday together in one way or another since the day you met. The two of you had been following each other on social media for a while so when you to were invited to the same award show you approached Bella. An innocent hello turned into an intoxicating two weeks.

Bella was in town for press, who knows how long they’d be in town? Two famous celebrities running a muck all over Los Angeles. Of course it becomes public knowledge, paparazzi photos of you guys walking out your home get taken. Neither of you aware until the next morning when they’re plastered all over the internet.

You wake up reaching over to find the bed empty. Unusual but you’re not worried yet reaching for your phone. You have several miss calls and texts. All asking about Bella. Your best friend the first to notify you of the photos and then asking if you seen Bella’s Instagram story. Closing your messages app to open it, notifications ten times more than normal.

Bella just posted on their story, twenty minutes ago. You click it open, you are presented with a selfie of you two Bella took a few days ago. Your sat basically on top of Bella with the biggest smile, they’re smiling too. Your feel your heart drop to your stomach when you read what they captioned it. “my best friend”

“Bella?” You call out loud, excepting them to respond. Only there is no response. You try to phone them, no answer either so you typed out a text and press send.

You: best friend? really?

Only a few moments pass before they respond. So they were purposely ignoring your phone call, noted.

Bella: its better than every one knowing

You: knowing what? that this morning you woke up in MY bed and now we’re just friends

Bella: it doesn’t matter anyways I’m leaving back home

Now your infuriated, you call again no answer.

You: so wtf was the last two weeks then?

Bella: we’re just friends

You: you are not my friend and you never were

Bella: I just need to be alone

—

You don’t warrant that with a response. It’s a rough couple of weeks but you eventually move on, accepting that it’s over. The internet finally moving on from the thought of you and Bella being more than friends. For a while you couldn’t open your phone with out more than half of your notifications being related to Bella. Whatever that was is done. For good.

Or so you thought because as soon as you feel like you’ve stopped thinking about it Bella is hitting you up. Your sitting at your birthday dinner when your phone vibrates. Surrounded by everyone you love so your unsure who it could possibly be.

Bella: happy birthday I miss you xx

Your best friend notices your change in mood.

“You okay?” She asks. You don’t even respond just pass the phone her way, watching as she reads it.

“I thought you blocked them.” She says, quiet enough the others around don’t hear. You can’t form a response because you know whatever comes out will not be what she wants to hear. Knowing damn well you’re about to do something stupid. You take your phone back, shooting her an unsure look at her before tucking it away in your purse. Deciding you’d deal with it later, when you are alone.

—

Later that night when you’re alone you respond with a simple thank you. What was suppose to be a good night was filled with stress thanks to the text waiting for a response from Bella. As soon as your message says delivered Bella is calling you. You let it ring for a few moments before answering.

“Hello?” Bella says over the phone.

“Hi.”

“I missed you.” They say and you physically can’t come up with a response. Sitting in silence forcing Bella to speak.

“I’m sorrry, I never should of ended things the way I did. I need you.”

“As a friend?” You question, referring to the comment that lead to the downfall of the blossoming relationship.

“No I miss you in my life. I thought I needed to be alone but I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” You later find out that Bella is in town wanting to see you. It crosses your mind that it seems they only want you when it’s convenient for them. Against your brain telling you this is a horrible idea you agree to hang out.

It’s akward for a short moment but when Bella is the first to initiate conversation you two fall into the same feelings as before. This time Bella’s time in town is longer. They’ll be around for two months filming. Between your two busy schedules you make time for each other. Bella fills your worried mind with empty promises of being something more than just friends. You let the delusions of a possible relationship influence your decisions. Night and day your at Bella’s beck and call.

Only for the painful cycle to begin again. A month into Bella being in town they decide to exit your life with no warning. Your attempts to contact them go unanswered. Until a week later, Bella shows up to your home with some lame ass excuse about needing to be alone. They continue with this nonsense only to keep calling you at late hours of the night. The two of you only communicate and see each other on Bella’s time.

—

Eventually Bella goes home and just as you had expected to happened, Bellas doesn’t make an effort to make things work long distance. A few weeks pass since the two of you last speak. You pretend you don’t care any more, growing used to this treatment. Swearing one day you’ll find the courage to break it off officially. Only this time you see on social media that Bella is back in town, probably for an award show coming up in a few days. In the past by now, Bella has already slid their way back into your bed. You don’t dare text them first.

Your going to start tour in a week and you know that once that starts there’s no way you’ll get a chance to see Bella. Your tour is a few months long and will have you all over the United States. Eventually the award show passes and it’s safe to assume Bella is home or headed home. Their inactivity on social media not giving you much to work off of. You’re checking for the millionth time when you finally get a sign of Bella being alive, a short test message.

Bella: miss you gonna be in la soon

You read the text over and over again, only fueling you with anger. Bella was in town and not once did they think to reach out and suddenly they’re back on the other side of the planet and they want to hit you up. Before you can think about it you send a text.

You: I’m going on tour won’t be here

No response.

You’ve been on tour for a few days now, driving to your second show. Started in Seattle and now your in the tour bus headed for Portland. The first night went smoothly, exactly as you had hoped. Now sat on the tour bus doom scrolling through TikTok, waiting for tiredness to find you. Rolling onto your side and closing the app, opening Instagram. Greeted by a new post from Bella. It’s a black and white photo mirror selfie. Bella’s smiles as they take the picture. A girl stood behind them arms wrapped around Bella’s waist perfectly hiding her face in Bella’s shoulder. The caption a date in the near future.

A mixture of sadness and anger take over, quickly becoming only anger. Bella messages you a week ago about how they miss you. You don’t reciprocate the same energy and suddenly they’re publicly telling the world about this girl. You start feeling sick looking at the photo, blocking Bella on instagram. It’s not enough, so you block their number too. Taking this level of disrespect as a sign to stop whatever the two of you were completely.

When you arrive to Portland, your sad demeanor is noted by the people around you. Even when you go to perform your usual happy self is no where to be seen. At one point you cry on stage, as you sing on of your sadder songs. It gets video taped and plastered all over social media. You singing as tears fall down your face. Fans speculate what it could be about but nobody knows what caused truly your sadness.

After that hiccup it was rough for a good few days. Being surrounded by your team, always being busy, and not wanting a repeat of that night things get better. You alow the hustle of tour sweep you up so you can pretend to forget. The tour goes by quickly, last show left has you back in California. One of your biggest shows yet in your hometown, Los Angeles. You’re filled with excitement as it’s completely sold out.

Only for it to all come crashing down when you’re about to go on stage in a few minutes. One of your team members is cheery about the fact that your friend Bella is in the crowd, not knowing about your past with them. You had done such a wonderful job at avoiding Bella. Limiting your exposure to social media because you figured what you didn’t know, couldn’t hurt you. Allowing a team member post for you, you couldn’t entirely disappear like you wanted.

“Please don’t let them back stage.” Is all you say, your team member nods face filled with confusion. Not questioning your request and leaving you alone. Your sat in front of a mirror, looking at your self. So excited just a few moments ago, now you look miserable. Bella somehow succeeding in ruining another important day in your life.

—

You’re thankful for the large venue because wherever Bella is you can’t see them. Your eyes stay towards the front and rarely venture past the first few rows, doing everything in your power to not see Bella. When the concert finally comes to an end, your exhausted more than normal. Sweating bullets as you head back stage. Your team surrounds you momentarily, congratulating you and sharing a brief moment of excitement over your coming to an end.

You feel bad because you can’t be as excited as they are, eventually getting away from everyone and finally finding solitude in your dressing room. As you walk in your greeted by Bella stood there, looking as uncomfortable as possible.

“What are you doing in here?” You snap, turning your back to Bella fully prepared to leave and get security.

“I know I’m crossing so many lines right now. I have no choice you blocked me. I just needed to talk to you.” Bella speaks, your stomach dropping at the sound of their voice.

“Yeah because you were wasting my time. You only wanted me when it was convenient for you. Then your proudly posting som girl on social media. Not even a week before that you were trying to see me.” You snap, finally letting all your anger out on the source.

“That was a promo photo for the show coming out this month. It was a ploy to get people interested enough to watch my story, if you watched it. There was several stories about it.” Bella explains, a slight grin on their face.

“Doesn’t change anything. Why are you here?” You retort, feeling stupid but not wanting to show it. Bella’s grin disappears before they respond.

“I want to make this work, I miss you.” Bella admits.

“What even is this? One day you say you want to be alone, the next you just want to be mine. I can’t read your mind.” You say, sighing exhaustion heavy.

“I’m serious this time. I promise.” Bella says, looking at you. Trying to gauge your feelings on this.

“I can’t believe a single word that comes out from your mouth.”

“What can I do to prove it?” Bella asks, you don’t have an answer. Bella pulls out their phone suddenly typing away.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” Bella grins, causing you to move closer.

“Check your phone.” Bella adds. You change your course and head for where you left your phone at the vanity. As soon as you unlock it you have a dozen texts from friends and family upset that you didn’t let them know about your relationship with Bella.

“What the fuck did you do?” You ask.

“You’re gonna have to unblock me on Instagram to see.” Bella smiles, laughing softly.

“No thank you.” You snap, switching to your private account. Typing Bella’s name into the search bar and seeing a recent Instagram story. When you open it a picture Bella took of you months ago, when you two first met. Your hand reaching for the camera, in the middle of telling Bella to stop. The smile in your eyes making it known that you don’t want them to stop.

the caption: my girlfriend

“Are you kidding me?” You groan, facing Bella.

“I thought that’s what you wanted..”

“Oh my god. I can’t believe you right now. The whole world thinks we’re together now and we’re not.” You say, mostly thinking aloud. You look over to Bella who’s just sat there laughing at the situation.

“Don’t fucking laugh. This is a big deal.” You snap, stopping Bella.

“It’s not too late to post lol just kidding you all have been pranked.” Bella respond causing you to crack a smile.

“No.” You say.

“Oh so you wanna be my girlfriend now?” Bella teases.

“If I say yes you’re gonna have to make up for being such a dick head.” You respond.

“Anything.” Bella responds, desperately.

“I want to go on a real date. Out in public.” You demand.

“Okay. Let’s go.” Bella eagerly smiles.

“Not today. You’re coming home with me tonight.” You smoke, ready to pick up where the relationship ended. Hoping that you aren’t making a huge mistake.

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey imagine #bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey fluff #the last of us #tlou

[emeraldelysian]

Poly!SanSang ✧ As Your Boyfriends

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Pairing: Choi San x Reader x Kang Yeosang

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Synopsis: Poly boyfriend headcanons between San, Yeosang and their S/O

Wordcount: 1.1K+

Warnings: The section below the MDNI warning is all smut but besides that, it's fluffy! Let me know if I should add anything though!

Note: This is a product of Sansang simply existing

♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎

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Songs That Represent Your Relationship (Spotify Links)

summertime in paris - jaden, WILLOW

double take - dhruv

strawberry chainsaw - jawny

Choi San - The Sun

San is very much the sun of the relationship, bright and smiley

You and Yeosang still have yet to explain where the mysterious energy comes from, but you are grateful for it

Will show his love through physical touch and words of affirmation guaranteed

Very obvious forms of affection because he won't be able to contain how much he loves you two

Does not mind PDA at all, honestly loves to tease y'all with surprise kisses and hugs

Will look at you like you're made from all the stars in the universe

Won't miss a single day sending a good morning or good night message in the group chat but he will pout if you don't respond within the hour though

Is the best communicator honestly

He will tell you his feelings very openly and rambles about his day

But he will also give you 100% of his attention when you talk about your day

A small thing that really hits his heart is when you trust him with things, he will protect your words with his life

There's a possibility that he will also be brought to tears seeing either of his partner's cry

Like one time he had an argument with you two- mostly caused by stress and him being on edge- and seeing you both look nervous and teary eyed made him vow to never get angry like that again

He will do everything in his power to make you feel better

If either you or Yeosang can't sleep, he will blast your favorite songs and dance with you

Doesn't matter if it's 3pm or 3am, you will all be twirling in the living room

He has the cutest pet names for both of you

My love, my baby, my rose, my angel, basically any cute name but will always have the word "my" before it

He may be an introvert, but will be super extroverted with you two

Like he's not embarassed at all to do anything for you guys

If you are anxious to ask for something, he will ask for you and doesn't mind

In summary, when he falls in love, he falls hard and he will make sure that you two know it.

Kang Yeosang - The Moon

If San's the sun, Yeosang is definitely the moon, a hidden beauty that shines even in your darkest times

Very soft but will not admit it directly

Not that he doesn't want you two to know he loves you, but it's difficult for him sometimes

So he opts for subtle forms of affection

Very much a quality time and acts of service kind of lover

Would love to spend time with you and San, whether that be going out to an amusement park or staying at home and cuddling

He was the last to say "I love you" and it was so quiet

When he didn't hear a response, he was worried but he then he looked up at you two and saw the emotional wrecks y'all were becoming

Everytime he says I love you after that is still quiet and small and entangled in small kisses or whispers but those moments are so special

He makes sure that you've eaten but with aggression

"If you don't eat soon, I'm leaving practice and throwing snacks at your window"

He may not hug you in public, but you're linking pinkies for sure

In private though, very much will bury his head into your shoulder when he gives you a hug

Won't admit it but he does love the affection San gives

It takes everything in him not to turn around and kiss San whenever his arms wrap around him

Is so shy when you both give him compliments on his performances

But you and San are his biggest cheerleaders and will be the loudest fans whenever he does anything ever

Gets so embarassed when he hears your loud "That's my baby! Look at him go! Y'all could NEVER!" but also lowkey loves it

Feels so happy hearing both of you laugh at his jokes, your laughs are his favorite song and he wouldn't mind hearing it on repeat 24/7

Having Wooyoung as his friend certainly has made him more open to affection but he has never known a love quite like being with you and San

Not the confrontational type but he will give the biggest death glare to anyone that says anything negative about you or San

Is protective and refuses to let anyone hurt either of you if he can help it

In summary, he's very much the type to seem annoyed by your affection but secretely adores all of it and is so thankful for your persistence in showing him he matters.

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

Switches to their core

Usually, San is the brattiest sub and the softest dom

In either position, his goal is to make you both cum as many times as possible

Will give you oral for hours and not tire from it

Yeosang, on the other hand, is usually the most obedient sub and a hard dom most of the time (not always though)

His goal is to make both of you scream his name, and he wants everyone to hear it

Honestly, if they're both domming you, either one could be hard or soft with you but never both hard doms at the same time

They always want to make sure at least one of them is giving you praise at all times

Both of them have a marking kink

If San's leaving hickeys on your thigh, Yeosang's leaving them on your collarbone

And they certainly wouldn't mind you marking them

In fact, San will proudly wear your hickeys the next day

Edging San when he's subby is just as good as overstimulating Yeosang, and they both look the prettiest when they have tears in their eyes

Praise Yeosang when he's subby, will not accept degradation

However, San could be called anything degrading and he'd still be whining

Both of them have an exhibition kink and love the idea of almost getting caught

Yeosang very much likes manhandling and will show his strength to you and San

San would love to either be tied up or tie you up, like you better believe handcuffs/ribbons, blindfolds and shibari are on the table with this man

Aftercare is composed of clingy cuddles and kisses

Cleaning up is not at the forefront of their mind until after they wake up but there will be a lot of brushing through eachother's hair and soft cuddling and massaging any sore parts if they were particularly rough

#ateez #atz #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #san #choi san #ateez san #yeosang #kang yeosang #ateez yeosang #san fanfic #yeosang fanfic #san fluff #yeosang fluff #poly ateez #poly!ateez #sansang #sansang x reader #kpop #kpop smut #kpop reactions #kpop fluff #ateez poly #emerald smut ✧ #emerald writes ✧

[dethkomic]

On Army of the Doomstar Day - And Remembering Jon Schnepp

Hey Goofballs. I didn't really have anything like this planned until the moment hit me, spontaneously. Today's a very special day, as Dethklok the live band gears up to go on tour, we've been blessed with not only a new Dethalbum, but a conclusion to the whole series. This being a momentous finale, over a decade in the making, I again wanted to take a minute to remember someone, just as I did last year..

Jon Schnepp was a guy you could pick out, even if it weren't for the fact that he was usually the tallest dude in any given crowd. He loved comics, music, good vegetarian food that didn't suck, and loved meeting his sweaty nerd fans. As a comic book artist myself, I had the rare privilege of meeting Jon on several occasions through the years at various comic conventions. We also kept in touch on social media, leaving likes and words of praise on each other's projects. Genuine to a fault, Jon was always the biggest fan of anything his friends were doing. He had impeccable comedic timing too. I'll never forget the message he sent me on Facebook when friends and I attended the first ever 70,000 Tons of Metal Cruise:

"I want to go... :("

For as big a Metalocalypse fan as I've been through the years, Jon absolutely eclipsed me in all ways. He loved the show, loved talking about the show, loved discussing production and animation and the characters, whose likenesses he himself designed. One of my prized possessions is a comic book Jon signed and drew a Murderface on the inside frontispiece of. We all agreed that triangle-hair was the pinnacle of good character art.

When he died in 2018, I remember he was either going to be at, or had recently attended a convention in my former hometown of Columbus, Ohio. I remember letting him know I wasn't going to be able to make it, but promising to catch him on the next one. I never got the chance.

Jon Schnepp left behind a hole in the cartoon and comic industry that has yet to be filled to this day. But he also leaves a hell of a legacy. I've been in comics since the early 2000's and one thing I can guarantee you readers is that the rarest thing in the entertainment industry is this: Getting the ability to see a story through to its conclusion.

As artists, it's a sad fact that we don't always get to see what we create come full-circle. We're extra-super lucky still, to have that circle continue on after we're gone. Regardless of what you believe, I bet it would do Jon proud to know his work lives on, today. I bet he'd love the movie and it's wild animation and incredible art and music and story. I bet he'd be happy to have that closure. I know he'd love hearing how much we all enjoyed it, knowing the wild ride we all took to get here.

Jon, we miss you, man. Brendon, Tommy, writers, artists, animators, and any and all sweaty nerds reading this -- you did it. We the fans love you and we'll see you on the road. Hold your heads high. You carried the torch across that finish line.

We'll take it from here.

#dethkomic speaks #metalocalypse #dethklok #mtl #army of the doomstar #metalocalypse movie #jon schnepp #in remembrance

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

can we get a mark heathcliff X reader, where the reader, cesar and Sarah (little Sarah) give him a surprise birthday party and he gets all emotional about it because not only did his best friend, his sister and his lover all go out of their way to do this for him, but also because hes never had a birthday party because he had only 1 friend in school because everyone thought he was too weird to hang out with 😭 (mark gets tons of hugs and kisses from the reader! because he's the birthday boy and deserves it<3)

I know I'm waaaaaay late but here's something short and sweet for the birthday boy!

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"""Surprise!!!!"""

Mark didn't expect anything out of the ordinary when he walked out into the kitchen this morning. To him, it was just another day off of school.

But to see you, Cesar, and Sarah greet him with a "Happy Birthday" banner and kazoos indeed surprised him, making him freeze on the spot.

For a moment, he seemed utterly confused...

Then it finally hit him.

Today was his birthday.

"Oh, wow..I...is this really all for me?" Approaching the table, he saw several giftboxes for him, alongside the cards with each of your names on the envelopes.

"Of course, man! Who else?" Cesar laughed as he patted his best friend on the back, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I know you're not big on parties, but [y/n] wanted to make this one extra special..you're finally 18! Feel any older yet?"

".........."

Sarah was a huge help in picking out the ribbons." You chimed in, ruffling the younger Heathcliff's hair, to which she smiled bashfully and nodded. "We did our best to be quiet, so...."

However, you trailed off when you noticed Mark's gaze seemed vacant. He kept staring at the table, apparently lost in thought, and you and Cesar exchanged concerned glances.

Suddenly a very small part of you feared this was all too overwhelming for your boyfriend.

He did have a rough day at school yesterday and went to bed upset, so maybe this wasn't the best time for a-

"Y-You all did this...for me?"

"We did Mark, I hope it's not too much." You stepped forward, but stopped as he turned to you, eyes watery with the biggest smile on his face. It made your heart melt. "Oh, sweetheart..are you okay?"

"I'm great, [y/n]. I just..." He began to sob, trying yet failing to hide his tears. "Nobody's ever gave a single shit about my birthday..b-but now I have you guys. I'm so lucky..I'm so blessed. Thank you."

Relieved that none of this stressed him out, you smiled back and cupped his face in your hands, wiping away the tears for him. "Awh, you're welcome." You kissed him on the forehead before hugging him, rubbing gentle circles into his back. "You deserve this more than anyone."

Truer words have never been spoken.

He deserved to have a decent birthday..to make up for all the ones he's missed or neglected.

Because back in school, Mark never got any acknowledgement...nor was he invited to any parties. Every year there's always the kids who made plans right in front of him, the classmates who said he was too "weird" to hang around and would rather partner with anybody else, and the teachers who gave him birthday wishes that were either too early or too late, never on time.

It sucked, and he had to get used to that lonely feeling even with Cesar trying to cheer him up. He started caring less and less about his birthday over the years...until he forgot that he literally turned 18 today.

When you first realized it was coming up fast, you believed it was a milestone worth celebrating!

So you wanted to make this day a little extra special, although you didn't think he'd get this emotional about it.

Poor Sarah was flabbergasted when her older brother started crying out of nowhere, thinking he was upset for some reason and hated the surprise, though Cesar reassured her that he was happy.

After he calmed down, he opened the presents (one of which didn't totally include a marketable plushie) and dug into a small cake his best friend bought for all of you to share for breakfast.

Of course, it was his favorite flavor.

As for the remainder of the day, well, he had no plans to go out. But you were okay with that, and he was too.

Rather, you just stayed home and cuddled on the couch together, where you continued giving him a lot of kisses. You had homework, unfortunately, but elected to ignore that for today, instead putting on a movie he casually mentioned wanting to watch. And you let him rest his head on your shoulder while you both stared at the screen, perfectly content.

Mark expected nothing from you...yet you gave him everything.

And he loved you for that.

#clanask #anonymous #tmc x reader #mandela catalogue x reader #mark heathcliff x reader #fluff

[txtmetonight]

Diwali Imagine SKZ–

Dunno what this really is but really short. Also trying to fulfill my inner south indian wishes. Also, I have one for enhypen and txt...just click on the links to find them...some of them repeat so lol!

happy diwali everyone!!!!

No, but imagine celebrating diwali with stray kids, like I just know it's going to be the most chaotic thing ever yet so fun. Chan is gonna be one of the uncles, you know talking about cricket or having a few drinks while at it. Also in charge of bringing the fireworks and it's either a hit or miss every year. Minho is going to be inside cooking all the food and sweets with the aunties. He's gonna be whipping out carrot halwa, gulab jamun, chana curry, pullihora, literally everything. Doesn't say much, but always tunes into the gossip. Changbin is the one that's putting out all the decorations. Lights? Check. Lamps? Check. Weird flashing holographic beams? Check. He's doing all the heavy work. Hyunjin is outside with the grandmas doing the rangoli with powder or chalk. And oh my god, it looks like an absolute masterpiece! Also, gets his cheeks pulled by the elders. Jisung is the one fighting everyone to light up the best fireworks. The biggest and boldest ones with the most fiercest names ever! Literally will tackle anyone in his way. 2/3 of the ones getting their cheeks twisted. Felix is the one entertaining the kids, but soon gets tired and falls over. He helps the little ones with the sparklers and with lighting the fireworks. Seungmin literally tries to burn down the house it's not even funny. He also will come up to anyone close and try to set their clothes on fire. You have to be careful around him. And finally, Jeongin is the baby, so you best believe he's going to have everything shoved into his mouth. Also first pick for fireworks, to the dismay of jisung. 3/3 of getting their cheeks absolutely torn.

And then finally there's you , looking stunning in whatever you wear, an angelic glow surrounding you–unaware of a pair of eyes staring at you oh so lovingly...

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #diwali #skz #bang chan #skz minho #changbin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #jeongin #kpop x reader #kpop ff #kpop fanfic #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #stray kids scenarios

[yandere-romanticaa]

Can we get some head canons of Itto, Ayato, Childe and Scar with thier darling and watching some random person hit on them infront of them?

♡Arataki Itto.♡

He is such a CHILD, I can't even with him!! Literally anyone could be competition for him, even if he does boast that he is the best of the best. He's so loud and obnoxious, he's all up in the other person's face as he tells them off right in the middle of the street. He manages to attract so many stares that you honestly just feel like bolting, it's not like Itto won't find you later anyway...

However, Itto is a needy boy and he needs to know that you are watching him all day, every day, even if it's something as trivial as this. When it comes to you though, nothing is trivial, he really does go above and beyond in trying to humiliate this person without a second thought, not realizing that he himself looks like the biggest clown ever. He ends up dragging you by the arm, he's huffing the entire way but once you are alone expect him to be needy.

♡Kamisato Ayato.♡

He's used to seeing people do stupid things for even stupider reasons and Ayato isn't really all too shocked to see that someone is flirting with you. He almost takes pride in it, knowing that the people want something they can't have. He throws a few snarky comments to the intruders way but neither one of you misses that look in his eye, that gleam that makes your legs shake from the pure fear he manages to strike into you. You try so hard to tell the person to go away and to leave you alone, that you aren't worth it and they might just listen to you.

If they don't, well ...

It's their funeral.

Ayato just... holds you throught the entire ordeal, refusing to let the petty feeling of jealousy consume him but he can't fight it off no matter how hard he tries. He knows that many thieves are greedy and aim to steal all the most beautiful gems in the world but if anyone were to even lay a finger on his own they might just be forced to say goodbye to their entire arm.

♡Childe.♡

Since he's a cocky and competitive bastard, he sees this as a challenge. He wants to prove to both himself and to you that he is indeed the strongest and that he is more than worthy of your time and love. Even if you try to persuade him to stop it's no good, you just end up rilling him up even more.

Childe is a master at pushing other people's buttons so the person might just accept his challenge to a duel. Nothing too crazy, just simple hand to hand combat, it's more like a brawl than a duel really. Like with most things though, he doesn't waste time and heads straight to business, making sure to really get his point across by socking the other person square across the jaw, most likely breaking it. He's not aiming to kill, not yet anyway, but his more possessive side starts to creep out as he yells at the person at how stupid they are and that they should have thought better then to flirt with you. You are his, his, his, his, he's never giving you up, never, ever.

This is just another casualty to him.

♡Scaramouce.♡

The person that hits on his s/o either has a death wish or genuinely does not know who he is, which could be plausible but it's still not an excuse. It could end either with an absolute bloodbath or he would let the poor sucker off with a warning, it depends on his mood. Although, I have a feeling he's prefer the last option though simply because it's gives him a power trip, scaring someone into submission like that.

May or may not be the type to watch from the shadows, but he's also keeping an eye on you as well. He wants to see your reactions and response, he wants to see you put your foot down and say that you belong to the one and only Lord Scaramouche. Do that and he will be so good to you, it's almost unreal actually. In my opinion Scaramouche isn't actually as sadistic as some others may think he is but that doesn't stop him from having a mean streak. Teasing you is a big past time of his, y'know?

He does have a soft spot for you though. He can't hurt you too much...

But if someone hits on his darling right in front of him, there's a solid chance that person will run screaming into the hills in less than five seconds, leaving a nice little dust cloud behind them to boot. Oh how pathetic, they even wetted themselves. No matter, he will continue to enjoy his day with his darling regardless of this little incident.

He does end up giving a few bruises on accident though, he's just holding you so tightly. You can't run away, both of you know that, but he... He just needs this, okay?

#yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #genshin impact #genshin itto #itto #yandere itto #arataki itto #yandere itto x reader #ayato #genshin ayato #ayato kamisato #yandere kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato #childe x reader #yandere childe #genshin childe #yandere childe x reader #childe #scaramouche imagines #yandere scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #yandere scaramouche #yandere ajax #yandere male

[alkalineleak]

when i think of gillion and caspian, one of the first things to IMMEDIATELY pop into my mind is their relationship regarding the undersea, specifically leaving. be warned, this is a bit of a LONG ramble:) for the sake of time, ill only be focusing on gillions side of things

leaving home is one of the biggest things you can do because then you either learn to govern yourself or be controlled by what was taught by you.

its a very strict binary that tears you up from the inside out as you switch sides, for the better or for the worst. i look at this and i look between those two it is immediately so FUCKING apparent how the cycle of learning and restructuring your thinking process is stored between them. thats how they live, thats how they dance around each other in each others head

gillion is pretty obvious. when he was a child he was cold.

the thousands of pounds of pressure did not make up for a lack of warmth that was offered and redirected into an inhumane idol to be looked and wished upon like a shooting star. in the same way i think he learned that he will not last forever, and so the moments he have have to hold some merit, some sort of worth. now imagine him, kicked out of a home he didnt want to miss, a family who was kept in the dark and left to the fate of the seas. and the seas decided he would live. So it had to be for a purpose, correct? thats how the ocean works, it kills it births and then it repurposes whatever is left as food for whatever is lucky enough to make it out alive. hes been repurposed from whatever failure he was in that damned city to be something greater, something new.

Then comes along Caspian, right? And he wrecks all the things gillion thought he knew.

He values leisure, the small simple things. hes a man who could run his hands across anything just to feel the textures YET, he knows how to fight. fight better than how gillion does, though not surprising. he was always told he was subpar for a hero handpicked by gods and a cannibilistic sea This brings him to a crossroad. he has his goals - live comfortably, enjoy things while you can, hes one of the biggest epicurists he could think of, and gill shares a ship with chip whos impulse drives mistakes and successes alike. and there, he finds the difference between the different flavors of hedonism: calculation.

Caspian is fucking smart.

gillion can see it in how he weaves between people and shops respectively, in how he can change his demeanor to achieve a goal. his charisma has a motive every time he uses it, it has a purpose every damn time he employs a joking manner or a flirtatious tone. its all calculated to hell and back, and it entices him because THAT is what he was meant to do and learn. he follows him helplessly because he has parts of his home with him, both negative and positive he NEEDS to see how to do it all, what it all fucking meant (maybe along the way hed find what he was missing all these years). but every time he tries he hits a roadblock because caspian, free and live, contradicts EVERYTHING the elders taught him. hes impossible to exist as a paragon.

And then without having the chance to ask himself, caspian offers out his hand, and offers to teach him.

ANOTHER time he got chosen, he dreaded it when it happened. hes nothing but a follower. from the prophecy to Careless elders to Awful teachers, its what he does worst. He accepted regardless. he was impulsive like that. a decision like that could get him killed one day. hed get scolded for acting so quickly on something he barely knew, but its just a wound to post pone treating. just like every other one hes ever had

he tries to bring his familiarity with harsh treatment and punishment, but instead every time hes prepared to learn something, he gets something to heal instead

Its fucking frustrating, to be completely honest. FIRST, it is a gentle fixing of his mistakes as if this happening in the real world could cost him his home and people. he has more targets than ever, yknow. from chip and jay, to ollie and wherever he came from, to every person hes protected and saved in every individual island, as well as the sea and everyone on it. every single person the moon protects with her waves and every person the sun scorches too harshly. its all up to him hes tried to bring it up, but caspian just tugged at his determination to learn and improve, and gillions a follower before anything. he follows a prophecy, he follows chip and jay over an unfamiliar world, he follows wherever his blade lands to avoid a hit.

Gillion started noticing how smoothly he started moving

it was terrifying, despite being his active goal. It got less scary when he started hearing caspians smile creep over from the caunch shell after what had to be a hundred hours of calling and training

its different from jay or chip teaching him the world, because if it truely disturbed gillion to stop the stagnation carved into him he could just chalk it up into a cultural difference.

in cases where he clung on desperately to what he built himself around, he could go as far as to simplify it all into a moral inferiority, something he needs to teach instead because hes a hero. he must spread good and purge evil. unfortunately those sometimes meant damaging his fucked up sense of honor and pride for something he wasnt even familiar with beyond scrolls that keep getting manipulated in translations and a sword thats awkwardly weighted when he held it.

gillion would say its alien, but he keeps catching details of his home

he sees it in the 23 pieces of jewelry across caspians face. he sees it in the way he dances, always caught slightly offguard that he isnt in the air as long as he wanted to be. he sees it in the small amount of times gravity caught his friend by surprise, even if a change in which foot caspian placed all his weight hid it to everyone else. he sees it in how caspian taught him the dances for songs he could only ever hear behind closed doors.

He keeps seeing suggestions that maybe his home was harmful in general, but thats bullshit. Could a purely cruel place make his sister? his mother who fought to keep him? his grandfather who was the only one who knew how to properly teach him his own history? No.

And Caspian all but confirms it. the ocean is not inherently harmful, it just wants to live in the same way he keeps repressing.

He builds a new home for himself above water, but not absent of it.

#gillion tidestrider #jrwi caspian #jrwi swordfish #jrwi riptide #thoughts leaking out #Oh yeah baby lets go #do you GET IT #do you UNDERSTAND ME #im INSANE i feel fucking SICK !!!!!!!

[fruit-salad-ship]

For Pirate AU, the realization Peach has that now she has another immortal friend. Maybe she hasn’t quite come to grips with her romantic feelings for Plum yet, but she still has a new companion for the ages to come. On the flip side, Plum coming to the realization that she’s going to outlive almost everyone she’s ever known. Grey, her crew, any family she may be on good terms with…. And peach comforting her by saying she’ll stay by her side through the years to come, if Plum wants her to

See, theres a moment here that doesnt line up, in that Plum will realise she will live forever, and contemplate that for a couple months quietly to herself, seems to spend more time with everyone, try to connect to them all while she still can, spending time on each member of the crew so that they feel seen and loved. This is after all her family, and those related to her by blood were far from ideal, and ignored her wants and needs, so she's made this new safe group of people who all love each other, a ride or die group. But even now, she wonders what her actual relatives would think, would she miss them one day, would she regret not trying to communicate with them? She does not know. Grey sees her drift away a little more, asks whats wrong and she just seems preoccupied with thoughts of her old home. They were traditional people who wanted her to marry, be a stay at home wife, bare children, do all the painfully ordinary things she just didnt want, and scorned her when she ran away for adventure and exploration. She writes them letters but never recieves any in return, assuming they have cast her out permanently. Grey is...as consoling as he could be, he lost his family a while back and never had good relations with them either, but understands that quiet wandering, the 'what if'.

Eventually Plum and Peach have a moment alone, and it comes to the attention of the second in command that the captains sad, or...just preoccupied with thoughts of forever.

Peach feels fear stir, putting her hand on the womans shoulder beside her.

"Plum, you are NOT immortal." Peach knows this first hand, through monumental, devestating loss. "You still have to be careful, you will live for a long time, potentially forever if youre careful, but you could be killed by any solid hit to a vital point. It may take more to do it, but you still have vulnerabilities." And that fear becomes more powerful, she'd lost one Levithian, she was not prepared to lose another. "If trouble starts you run, you'll be the biggest target on deck looking like that, we can handle things without you being at the front, i'll keep the crew safe." A notion the captain refused to accept.

"I wont leave my family here, or you, not if fights start, we work as one. You can't stop me." She was right, as the leader of this ship, as a now powerful sea monster, she was free to make any choices she wanted and not a lot could stop her. Plum sees a normally calm woman beside her rub her head with a stressed expression, the sigh as she watched, planned her next scentence carefully.

"Well." Her tired eyes sat on the Levithian for one more moment, for a brief second she truly eminated the stubborness of her wife. "At least you've got some company for the long ride. If you want it." Peach looks away, back to the horizon, gulls on the wind as land sat close enough to see small specs, humans living their lives in the port there.

The little head leant on the immortals shoulder was a little surprising, a tentacle finding its way to her shoulder to pull her closer.

"I'd like that."

They sat, said nothing, a strange settling company knowing neither had to walk alone for a while, if they were careful. Peach hoped to whatever unkind, unfair god that may be out there, that they could just be careful.

#fruit salad #brainrot #pirate au

[definitelynotshouting]

I think I asked earlier and I forgot the answer or maybe you hadn’t decided yet, but you recently mentioned the difference between spawned players and born players again. I think you mentioned spawned players are more common - are any of the people we know and love (hermits or otherwise) born rather than spawned? Or are they all spawned??

I’m fascinated by the concept of spawned vs born players actually, and the way you said they’d have to get a comm specially made and fitted. Is there a minimum age a player needs to be for this? Actually what’s the lifespan of a player like, and how old are born players and spawned players each when they reach a similar developmental stage? I presume it’s different because spawned players are in a single player world alone whereas I assume born players are babies and thus need caring for?? Or how does that work.

I’m just. Fascinated anew by this concept which I had forgotten about until you mentioned it haha.

Omg hello!!! I genuinely dont think ive seen your previous ask, but 😅😅 i have a lot of them in my inbox rn, so i very well may have intended to reply and then lost the notification and accidentally forgotten

Either way, some of your questions have been answered in one of the very first posts i ever made about hunger au!!! Which means its probably VERY easy to miss since theres so much content in the tag now 💀 i really do need to post a link to my current masterlist for yall so it'll be easier to keep track of lore WODNKDNSKSK new project time YIPPEEEE <- loves organizing

As for the stuff that isnt included in that post, i'd say that yes, you do need to be of a certain age to get fitted with a comm-- im not quite sure what the requirement is, but its probably around when you first hit the double digits, maybe about 10ish?? Culturally it depends on the Player's parents/caretakers, but i think most born Players get their comms around ages 12-14.

Lifespan for Players is on the same level as arctic sponges here-- they live for a while before their code begins to destabilize of natural causes. Thousands of years at least. This is a pretty young universe relatively speaking, so several of the oldest Players who first spawned in are actually still around!!!

There are only two born Players on Hermitcraft, and those are Joe Hills and TFC. Mostly for vibes, and because the idea of the oldest looking hermit being technically younger than several of the others highly amuses me. Everyone else spawned in!! Since born Players are such a minority, it felt right to keep everyone else in the cast as spawned Players :]

Im so glad you like all this worldbuilding!!! :D everyone who says they find it fascinating makes me SO happy like i cannot even tell you, because for the longest time i felt like worldbuilding was one of my biggest weaknesses. So its really reassuring to hear im getting better at it and people enjoy it!! thank you for stopping by!! :]

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #hermitcraft #joe hills #tfc #mcyt #minecraft worldbuilding #txt

[daidonzo]

Chapter 30 - I want everything with you [Chishiya x Reader] [Last chapter]

You bit your lower lip, staring at your phone. You had written the same message about a million different times, but none of them had been good enough. Interesting enough.

hi! i was wondering if maybe you want to hang out tonight? but not like usual, maybe a date?

Stupid, ridiculous.

hi! i was around your place and…

No. What were you, a stalker?

You hit your forehead with the palm of your hand. Why was it so difficult?

Kuina had said that he was interested in you, that it was obvious.

But you never knew when it came to Chishiya.

You had been seeing each other for a few weeks, ever since you got released from the hospital. Actually, even before that, because he had once brought you blueberries (how did he know they were your favorite? Had he seen your father doing the same thing before he and your mum had to go back to your home country?) and kept you company, after you texted him how angry you were that Kuina was already free to go and you had to stay a couple of days longer.

He was nice, attentive. He remembered everything you told him. He always wanted to know your thoughts about well, practically everything. He never interrupted you when you went deep into one of your constant monologues.

But he was also secretive, and mysterious. You knew nothing about the guy! And he always looked at you with that smirk of his, as if he knew something funny that you didn't. It gave you an uneasy feeling. It also made you feel killer wasps on your stomach - the fluttering of butterfly wings got nowhere near.

Just as you were about to start writing again, a notification popped up.

Chishiya.

I miss you.

It was a simple text, but it left your mind empty. A blank page.

Luckily, he was writing again.

Are you free tonight?

You thought about taking your time to reply. Pretend you were not that interested. That desperate. But your fingers were typing something already, the communication brain-limbs, clearly an absolute failure.

hi!!!! yes, i'd love that. want to go somewhere or????

Lame. How lame could a person possibly get? Was there a record? You had beaten it.

I was thinking maybe you could come to my place, have dinner and watch a movie?

YES! cool, cool, cool. 8pm?

Perfect. See you then.

You squealed excitedly, people turning their heads to look at you. You had forgotten you were on the train and should not be making any noise. You leaned forwards so that your face, now red, would be covered by your hair, with the biggest smile on your face.

You had not only secured a date with Chishiya but also were going to see his place.

Your mind was running wild.

Usually, when the two of you would meet it would be either at your house or at some place, like a coffee shop, a restaurant, a park, a cinema… Once or twice you had suggested going to Chishiya's place, but he had said that it was dirty or disorganized or something like that.

Kuina had laughed a lot when you had told her.

"Probably he has the corpses of all of his ex-girlfriends there, like a modern Bluebeard."

"Stop. No. I did not survive a meteorite just to get killed by a beautiful man."

"Just be wary if there's a cellar…"

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- You arrived twenty minutes early.

Luckily, Chishiya knew you well by now, and just as you were going to sit by a bench to wait those twenty minutes and then feign surprise about knocking on his door exactly at eight sharp, he sent a text.

You can come up already.

You were smiling at your screen like an idiot.

The smile hadn't yet disappeared when Chishiya opened the door. He looked as handsome as always, with a white hoodie and a grey t-shirt. You found it funny, how he always stuck to the same color palette. It really worked on him.

He had that smirk on him.

You waved at him, awkwardly, all thoughts abandoning your head as if it were a boat on fire.

You didn't hug. You usually just talked and maybe held hands here and there, but that was as far as physical contact went for the two of you.

"You look beautiful."

You were about to pass out.

"Thanks, you too!" You said that way too fast and in bubbly tone, blood already rushing to your face. You entered his house, too busy with your sudden shyness to look around you.

"I brought you this!" You tried to change the subject as quick as you possibly could, giving him a package of strawberries you had bought before coming here. You basically threw it at him. Luckily, he had good reflexes and caught it before it felt to the ground.

He had told you strawberries were his favorite fruit, if he had to choose one.

"Thank you, really. Make yourself at home."

You finally look at the room you were standing in. It was very… Him. It was as if Chishiya had been magically turned into a flat by a very talented wizard.

His house was clean, organized, diaphanous. Every object had its purpose, and nothing looked out of place. Your mouth was wide open. You closed it when you noticed, but the blonde man had already seen it, and was laughing silently.

"You look surprised?"

"It's like… Well, it is very you. I don't know how else to define it."

"I guess it is a compliment?"

You nodded. "I like it very much."

You also liked him very much, but that was not something you felt like saying out loud.

The night went on.

You ordered dinner and sat down to watch the movie, both of you on Chishiya's sofa, close to each other but with enough space between you so that your bodies were not touching.

You extended your hand towards his after the first ten minutes or so had passed.

He didn't move.

You took it as a positive answer, so you intertwined your fingers with his. He caressed the side on your hand with his thumb, his eyes still on the screen.

You smiled, screaming internally.

You couldn't focus on the movie, all your attention being on the tingling feeling of your hands touching.

"Do you have any idea…" Chishiya asked, and you blinked few times, waking up from your daydreaming. "…of what's happening in the movie?"

"Not really." You confessed, knowing no matter what you said, you had been caught. You lowered your eyes, looking at your shoes, finding them very, very interesting.

He turned to face you, the film still playing in the background. He lifted his free hand and placed it at your jaw, turning your face so that you would be looking at each other.

"And what are you thinking about?"

"You." How your hand fit with his. How warm his skin was. His smell.

"Me?"

"Everything you." It was a good summary, in your opinion.

How strange it was, to be in this situation. Not because you didn't like it, but because it felt oddly natural. Felt like it was supposed to happen.

You had never done more than hold hands, but when your lips finally met , it was as if they had done it many times before. As if they knew each other, a weird sense of familiarity. It was not a "Hello, nice to meet you!" but more of a "Hello, I'm so glad you are finally back."

The kiss was short, and sweet, and it twisted your insides and left you yearning for more.

You were not in a rush. You knew they would come.

"Can I stay the night?"

"You can stay as much as you want."

#chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya fanfic #chishiya angst #chishiya #aib chishiya #chishiya x y/n #chishiya x you #shuntaro chishiya #shuntaro chishiya x reader #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #as much as you want #final chapter #:( #Spotify

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

@genderqueer-hippie asked for something with Lucian and Peter, and I'm always up for writing them!

This is just... a one-off story, not really related to any of my aus, just something silly with vampire Peter and Lucian.

Warning: blood, blood drinking, vampire slaying, this is in the 1800s and Peter is working that Victorian swag

On with the fic!

--

Lucian didn't really like England.

It wasn't that it was the worst place he had ever been to, at least it had greatly improved since the fifteenth century, it's just that it's much more crowded than it had been then. And somehow stunk more, but that might be due to the coal burnings and the filthy streets.

But the biggest problem was the sudden obsession with vampires.

An Irish writer had recently released a bast-selling novel about a vampire named Dracula, only slightly inspired by the real human, and created quite a popularity in the blood-drinking species. However, the human readers and writer himself were often wrong about elements of the Eastern European vampires.

And how there are now people being a bit more... cautious of those who are from the area. Lucian had to learn quickly to hide the fact that he was, technically, from the area. Humans are so quick to judge, it was irritating.

And now with this obsession with vampires, Lucian was having trouble trying to keep track of a vampire he was tracking. People were saying they had seen someone try to drain someone, or oh no, this pale person is clearly the victim of the vampire!

Somehow, it was so much easier to track down vampires back home since people weren't so obnoxious. Often, humans just did it themselves.

Still, Lucian was on the hunt, and he had been following a strong scent trail of vampire for about twenty minutes now. It was amazing he could even keep it, considering the area of London he had entered smelled like a farm on a hot day.

He picked up a change in the scent, that of something rich and coppery.

Blood.

Lucian's steps hurried down the streets before he found an alley, where a woman was struggling helplessly as a sharply dressed man was latched to her neck.

With a flex of his arm, Lucian activated the contraption he had been perfecting for months now, a hidden arm sword, and moved to attack.

Only for the vampire to screech in pain as something flew past Lucian, striking the vampire right in the back. The aim was good, but not close enough to the heart to dust the creature.

"Damnit, I missed."

Lucian turned, looking out at the empty street, where there was a man standing there, loading a crossbow. He was dressed too well to be in this area, though his outfit also seemed to be of an odd design. Modern, yet oddly given weird flares, as if to stand out.

Then Lucian noticed the scent in the area, not quite like the vampire in the alley, but something similar. Still human, but clearly corrupted.

The man with the crossbow raised it once more as the vampire finally removed the area from his back, turned to face the person who shot him, only to scream in pain when the next arrow hit the mark. The vampire then exploded into dust.

The woman was on the ground, still breathing, but clearly unconscious. Lucian shifted his arm and the blade vanished up his sleeve. He moved to check on the human, but the crossbow man walked past him, holding up a hand.

"Nothin' to see here, just... takin' care of some rubbish. Best to head on home, I'll take her to a hotel or something." The man said, looking at Lucian before he stopped. His nose twitched, as if he was sniffing the air.

"Oh."

"Oh, indeed." Lucian said, tilting his head slightly. "I'm no threat to you."

"You're..."

"Not human. Not a vampire either. Lycan, to be exact."

The man nodded. "Right. Uhh... human. Ish. Got bite, killed the sire, should've been cured, didn't fully work out, sorta vampire."

"I see." Lucian's lip quirked up.

The man scratched his head. "You're not... going to do anything to that woman, are you?"

"No, I was just going to take out the vampire and see if I could get her some help if she wasn't dead. But you took care of it for me."

"Oh! Yeah, you're welcome. Been huntin' vampires, figured it'll be somethin' to do that'll keep people from being like me." The man went up to the woman, checking on her, before trying to scoop her up in his arms. Lucian approached and did it for him. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Come on, let's get her somewhere safe." Lucian replied as he headed out of the alley, the other man strapping his crossbow to his back.

"Yes, good idea. I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Vincent."

"Lucian. So, you're not just vampire hunting because of that book that came out?"

"Uhg, no. Actually, I have a stage show I do where I 'fight monsters'! It's fun, entertaining, often has explosions, both on purpose and accident. Thought that I could give this monster hunting thing a real try after I, you know, got bitten myself. I think it's going well, and I know I'm better at it than that Van Helsing character!"

Lucian watched Peter as he rambled about his 'expert skills', he wondered if maybe he might find his time in England to be slightly more tolerable. Just slightly.a

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I'd like to think that Peter is wearing something a bit similar to Victorian Crowley, but with some more.... gothic vampire aesthetics sewn to his coat. And blood red is a color found throughout it. If you're gonna be part vampire, you might as well look the part and you gotta own it.

#lucian x peter vincent #good omens extended universe #john's drabbles

[light-wynd]

Rambling About Menthe and Elphane

(Alternatively: My Exams Got Postponed But I'm Still In Too Much Pain to Draw, So Here I Am, Going On About My Favorite Melusines For Entirely Too Long)

Yeah. I think about these two in particular a lot, and just wanted to talk about... basically everything I could think of that I felt was worth mentioning regarding them (and a bit about Aeval too) to take my mind off of feeling like shit, along with a few general thoughts and speculations based on what we know about them.

Putting this under the cut, not because it's got story spoilers or anything (I don't think it does anyway), but because it's longer than anything I've posted before.

Does this qualify as a character analysis? Idk man I'm not a writer, I'm not confident enough to call it that.

Think I'll just begin with Menthe since I have the biggest soft spot for her - I honestly relate to her a lot more than I like to admit, and just... really want to give her a hug, she could probably use one. All we ever really see her do is stand there sighing to herself at Arouet's café, drinking tea and coffee just to keep herself awake. It's a stark contrast from how we see the other Melusines act, to say the least - not to mention how much trouble she seems to be having with adjusting to human society in comparison to them too. She's really bothered by how large everything in the city is (and that everything that is actually her size was made for young children). She's struggling with her job in the Gardiennage and thinking about finding a different one, even if there aren't a lot of options she's suited for when it comes to "human work". She even wishes her body was more humanoid like Sigewinne's if it could make these things any easier, and there's just something heartbreaking about that - not to mention her constant exhaustion. Yeah, poor thing's not doing great. The fact that she says she was initially very enthusiastic to integrate into human society makes it all even sadder - all these difficulties must have hit her particularly hard.

For this next point, I feel like I should include this screenshot from the café's message board (there's a couple more entries about her, but this is the most relevant one):

The thing about that is, all the other Melusines working for the Gardiennage must've encountered pretty similarly disturbing things just by the nature of the job, investigating crime scenes and all that - and yet only Menthe seems to be affected by it this deeply, judging by how cheerful the others act and how casually they talk about their work. This makes me think that she's either had some sort of traumatic experience that's unique to her (especially from the wording of "unfathomable darkness"), or that it all just gets to her more than the others for some reason. Either way, it would certainly explain why she'd like to change jobs - and I genuinely hope she manages to one day, for the sake of her well-being. Maybe she really will end up working in the infirmary together with Sigewinne despite her worries about the inmates not taking kindly to her, who knows. (Also I gotta say, when I first saw her "maybe I should just go underwater" line, I thought she meant she was thinking about giving up on human society and going back to Merusea Village - but of course she's talking about the infirmary in the Fortress of Meropide. Still, it does kind of sound like that is the last option she can think of when it comes to work she could do, which is a bit worrying in its own way.)

As for the adorably grumpy Elphane... can't really talk about her without bringing up Aeval too, they're a package deal after all. Most folks seem to assume that Aeval is the newer tour guide of the two, considering how enthusiastic she is, but funnily enough it's actually the opposite! (Probably just by a few days at most, but still.) It's easy to miss this since their aquabus dialogues seem pretty randomized and there's a lot of them, but these two both used to work for the Gardiennage as well - and apparently, Elphane was "the ace up the Marechaussee Phantom's sleeve", while Aeval on the other hand presumably didn't do so great (according to Talochard's quest, being assigned as a tour guide is what happens to a Melusine who's bad at being an investigator - and yeah, honestly I can see how that would be the case here). So first, Aeval got "promoted" to the aquabus (in her own words... guess nobody had the heart to tell her otherwise), which upset Elphane so much that she just quit her job - while on track to a high-paying promotion to the Opera Epiclese, mind you -, put on a new uniform and got on the aquabus with Aeval. Of course, they ultimately ended up assigned to separate lines, but at least they're colleagues again. It's pretty clear that Elphane isn't enjoying this job whatsoever, but she keeps doing it anyway for Aeval, and is still fairly skilled at it in her own way.

So yeah, Elphane is actually incredibly sweet and caring... when it comes to Aeval anyway. Hell, she even recommends that you visit Aeval's line at any chance she gets - whether it's for better commentary, a friendlier guide or just a more photo-ready aquabus, she directs you there. She genuinely seems to look up to her, and maybe even wishes she could do a better job as a guide like her deep down. Something that could point to this is that she gets very flustered by compliments, which might indicate that - unlike Aeval - she doesn't get a lot of positive feedback, so she's not quite sure how to handle it. Aeval looks up to her quite a lot too, and they seem to do pretty much everything together when they're off work (including shopping for cute clothes, which Elphane vehemently denies her interest in, ahahah) - I'm not sure what their relationship is, they just refer to each other as colleagues and Elphane being Aeval's senior, but they're clearly very close and it's absolutely precious. This is even reflected in their designs: they both have a very similar pink-blue color scheme too, just with Elphane being predominantly pink with blue accents and Aeval being the other way around - their uniforms included - and even their eyes are complementary colors to each other. Really cute way to show both their connection while also highlighting their personalities being pretty much opposites.

One last thing I want to point out is that both Menthe and Elphane struggle with their jobs in their own way, and seem to be among the few Melusines to really do so to this extent in the current time - but probably the biggest difference is that while Elphane doesn't show all that much enthusiasm or effort towards her work, it's kind of implied that Menthe on the other hand is overworking herself, judging by Arouet's comments on her constant mental and physical exhaustion. Of course, it could also be that she just has no energy because of how depressed she is - but in any case, she's doing her best to keep it together and power through it despite everything.

Aaand that would be all for... whatever this was. If even a single soul has actually read this whole thing, thank you so much, that alone makes having posted this feel worth it! And if anyone wants to talk Melusines, I'd be more than happy to ^^

#gonna have to get my hand looked at again at this point so that fuckin sucks #at least the exams won't be happening for a while in any case #ngl i'm pretty nervous to post this but fuck it. might as well #if it flops it flops #melusine #melusine genshin #menthe #menthe genshin #elphane #elphane genshin #genshin melusine

[scifigeekgirl]

Phantom Pains

Just a little something I wrote based on my musings on this post I made recently.

Alt flickered in and out of existence. Johnny didn't pay much mind to it, the movement of AI was all that really happened on this side of the Blackwall. It wasn't strange for Alt to flicker here and there across the net when something caught her attention. He guessed the part of Alt he was connected to was the part of her she kept anchored here as she stretched out her digital claws because he never did anything more than just exist here.

Just as suddenly as she had been gone, she flickered back in front of him.

"It's time to go Johnny." She told him, matter of factly.

"What?" Johnny asked, it wasn't often she said something to him that was this ambiguous, she’d realized that just gave him an opportunity to annoy her. 

"V has located your body and is ready for me to transfer your construct."

"What!?" Johnny didn't even get the chance to finish the word before his vision went black and he was shoved violently into the weirdest sensation he'd ever felt.

Physical existence.

He was aware of himself again. He was freezing and restrained upright by something. His muscles twitched instinctively, trying to get his blood flowing better. But he was intimately aware of something missing, just like every other time he'd felt himself since he’d been slotted into the head of Night City's biggest gonk.

V. His mind reached out instinctively but, of course, they weren't there to respond, there was just hollow space.

V’s absence was an aching phantom limb in his psyche where someone else was supposed to be. He felt it in his existence in the net, and he was positive wherever V was they felt it too.

He couldn't bring himself to open his heavy eyes yet but he heard a door in front of his face slide open with a hiss. Warm air hit his skin. His restraints released and he fell forward, not really having a sense over his own body yet. Strong hands caught him.

He finally opened his eyes and blinked his vision into focus. It was V. Relief washed over him. V was there. V was always there. His face broke into a sly smile.

"Took you long enough, you stupid gonk."

It wasn't even a second after he said this that V's lips were crashing onto his in a deep desperate kiss, and it didn't even take a conscious thought for him to return the kiss.

The bleeding wound in both their heads that was opened when Alt had ripped them apart had finally been closed. And in this moment there was no danger to run from, no corpos on their heels, no secrets they had to keep close to their chest; there was no need to struggle to survive just so they could exist. No, right now, the world was just Johnny and V. And in this moment, possibly for the first time in either of their lives, everything was exactly how it was meant to be.

#silverv #johnny silverhand x v #johnny silverhand #v cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077