#while hes in nemesis

[4ndeka]

I WANT EMOTES FOR HIS BIG MODE SO BAD (also hehe more art for my edgy fanfic, enjoy)

#ramattra #violet #oc #overwatch #i wanna see his normal arms uncrossed #while hes in nemesis #is that so much to ask #like the B-boy stance is cool and all #but pls #my art #using my new favourite blorbo to bust outta art block yet again #oh also if you headcanoned Violet looking different #thats valid i literally havent fescribed what she looks like lma

[faramirsonofgondor]

thinking once again about jamie told keeley that he originally thought she went out with roy to make him jealous… like i know they might’ve meant it as jamie being jealous that keeley was with someone else but what if keeley knew about his childhood crush on roy and so in his head he was all like “she’s just dating him cuz i liked him first”

#jamie tartt #keeley jones #roy kent #ted lasso #bisexual #royjamiekeeley #ted lasso ot3 #when your ex who happened to be your teenage celebrity crush starts dating your other teenage celebrity crush who became your work nemesis #the real reason jamie was so mad at the auction was cuz he was gonna bid on roy first but then keeley did it #jamie and keeley fighting over roy while roy just sits there perplexed with his life #they really just all need to give each other big kisses #they have never been normal about each other

[happypeachsludgeflower]

In an au where your soulmate’s name is on one wrist, your soulnemesis is on the other, Luo Binghe has Shen Qingqiu on both. Too bad he can’t tell that it’s two different people with the same name!!

#it’s honestly not even that much of an au but it’s just added ✨drama✨ #so much extra drama #because now he has soul marks that confirm shizun is his soulmate but also confirm that shizun hates him #I was thinking about soulmate au’s with the lover/nemesis concept and that one post about having the same name on both #then thought about how so many people have the same name and how dramatic it would be to coincidentally have two people with the same name #AND THEN thought about how binghe would absolutely suffer #because while Shen yuan’s name is technically Shen yuan I think he settled into being called Shen qingqiu after living there so long #and yea the name COULD be Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan but that’s just not as fun okay #and really Shen Jiu really was still Binghe’s nemisis even after he was gone simply because Shen Yuan couldn’t be ooc and it added drama #svsss shen qingqiu #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #shen jiu #svsss ideas #svsss fic #svsss fanfiction #svsss au #svsss #mxtx svsss #svsss luo binghe #svsss fandom #mxtx novels #mxtx #mxtx fandom #mxtx hell #soulmate #soulmates #soulmarks #soulmate au #luo binghe

[orionsnotcanon]

thinking about knockout with a detailer darling

theyre a new person in town and theyre not super into street racing, but new clients are new clients

maybe they’re handing out their card after a race, flirting and talking shop to get that bag

knockout overhears of course and maybe after Darlings been established as a reliable detailer in the Nevada circuit, he pops by their place of work/their house (if they do it out of their garage) maybe after a particularly annoying run in with the autobots or a dusty race

a full body spa every now and then doesn’t hurt anyone if they don’t know, and having someone who seems to get the importance of the finer details, well, that’s just a nice bonus.

#random #knockout x reader #tfp knockout x reader #transformers self insert #yandere knockout #aha jk unless #idk i can see him taking you with him to the nemesis #why have someone pamper him and is in awe of his (alt modes) beauty #only every once in a while #when he can give them the privilege EVERY DAY #isnt he so generous? its a win win! #don’t ever imply it isn’t! he’ll spiral! #we all know he’s mostly bark poor insecure medic #you’ll probably hate how clingy it makes him #until you shower him in praise and beg him to let you give his alt mode a fresh coat of wax he might just crush you to death on accident #dw tho! hes a mad scientist after all (: #also this may or may not be one of my recurring daydreams and totally hasn’t been for years

[sluckythewizard]

Keep calm, and drink soda

[CW for blood and gore and vomit] takes place a day or two after emizel was sired. just two boys adjusting to a shift in their daily norms. would YOU drink your homies blood? still not used to writing fanfic so any and all advice IS appreciated. i hope u enjoy.

There were very few things that Soda enjoyed more than well, drinking soda. It was a hobby, an interest, a comfort. And by extension there were very few errands that Soda would look forward to more than the occasional soda run.

The gas station closest to the Demons hideout had stopped selling Faygo entirely about a month or two ago, and it was near impossible to find it anywhere else. The closest place was now this janky little Shell gas station, lovingly titled the Shady Shell, that thankfully sold more flavors than any of the other ones ever did.

It made the hour and a half walk here entirely worth it. Even if this side of town made his skin crawl. Normally he would ask someone to accompany him on this daring little quest, but everyone at the hide out tonight just seemed too tired, too preoccupied, too uninterested.

He knew not everyone really got the soda thing, but they were accepting of it for the most part. Soda is something that, clearly, Soda really loves, but he knew not everyone else was into it.

Which was fine, of course. They didn't need to get it. But, still, sometimes Soda found himself wondering how much of it was a bit, and how much was him.

Emizel gets it perfectly though. He would've been the first person Soda would ask to go on this soda run with him, but, well. He's been preoccupied too, with the whole vampire thing.

It's been a bit more than a day since Soda had last seen his close comrade. For a friend that he saw just about everyday, going without him this long left him feeling a little emptier.

That was fine, though. Emizel had shit he was working out, he had things he needed to do. It's not like he could go out in the day anymore, so of course Soda wouldn't be seeing him at all the usual times.

It was a lot of weird and heavy magical stuff, it made Soda think about those superhero shows. Where the hero needs to keep his identity hidden from everyone. Family especially. He knows how much of a piece of shit Emizels dad is, so he hoped that Emizels home life wasn't stirred up all stupid-like over this.

He hasn't told anyone else, about what happened that night. For the last 2 days, Soda would spend time with close friends and not let them know a thing about what happened to Emizel so, so recently. Why he's so suddenly absent, so distant, so.. off…

'Maybe his dad's just giving him a hard time', he would say, hoping to smother their questions. The less questions they ask, the better. At least until this vampire stuff gets figured out a bit more. Should Emizel wear a disguise when he goes out at night now? Just like a superhero? What kind of hero outfit would Emizel have anyways? Soda figured it would be something really cool.

If anyone could figure out a way to balance all this vampire stuff, and all the leaderly responsibilities that come with being the biggest dog in the Demons, it was Emizel for sure. That guy is so seriously cool.

He was sure this rough patch would even out, and they would weather the next rough patch together no problem. There was really nothing to worry about! All Soda has to do is stay positive, and well, drink soda.

As Soda walks quietly down the crumbling sidewalks of this dreary hive of strip malls and shops, he goes to pull his backpack around to his chest, fumbling with the zipper in the dark. Which was a little annoying, considering the tab of his zipper had fallen off forever ago. He really needed to get around to fixing this damn thing. Maybe another ziptie and a soda tab will do the trick.

Humid air hangs heavy in the night, the sidewalks still somewhat warm after a hotter day. The diesel-soaked air provided enough warmth on its own that Soda had considered taking his jacket off a few times, only for the occasional, annoyingly sharp and chilly breeze to brush by, reminding him to keep the thing on.

Tripping only once and only slightly on an uneven sidewalk, Soda manages to pull a bottle of Faygo from his backpack, a smile glowing on his face. Another short fight with the zipper seals up the bag, and he slings it over his shoulder again.

His flavor of choice tonight was actually the Red Pop, the tried and true, the absolute classic, one of the best Faygo flavors for sure.

But, this kind wasn't actually his favorite. Normally he would stock up on the cotton candy ones, but something about the last few days had him craving the red stuff.

Securing his backpack all the way, he goes to crack open the bottle. Just the clack and the hisssss of the fizzy drink were enough to lift his mood.

Not that his mood needed lifting or anything. Of course. Sure he missed his friend and sure he found himself wondering what he’s doing and where he is and if he's okay. Maybe sometimes he found himself wishing they talked about funeral plans more.

Emizel talked up all sorts of crazy funeral ideas for himself, usually involving the use of his dead body as an inconvenience for others. Outlandish and hilarious ideas, like filling it with explosives and tossing it into a busy road. But what would he want seriously? What would Soda ever do if he just stopped showing up one day?

He had to swallow down all these unnecessary anxieties, so he took a swig of his soda. Sweet, bubbly, comforting. He felt better already! Just stay positive, and drink soda..

It was a lovely night out, and he didn't come all this way planning on letting it go to waste. There was a place he was heading towards, a particular alleyway in this particular place that led off to a particularly tall concrete ledge.

 It was a run-down little space, littered with trash and shitty trees and those bushes with just too many goddamn ants in them. But the view was fairly nice, overlooking a massive deformed intersection. A particularly stupid one, at that; about 3 times a week you could witness a gnarly crash at this spot. Soda always heard people saying that LA folks can't drive, but he was just starting to figure that maybe no one can drive.

That was the place he really wanted to go to enjoy this soda, and he wasn't too far off from it. Just a few more blocks, and he would be there.

Oh wait, didn't he still have a bag of chips in this backpack somewhere? Hell yeah, he couldn't wait to sit down and relax with a good soda, a good snack, and a good view of the night.

Living as a Demon had its fair share of stresses. He felt lucky to have this life, but he knew well that it could be better. That not everyone has to worry about survival the way they do. That not everyone gets injured on the regular and not everyone has to worry about being sick and never getting better.

Living is hard. But it's finding the small moments of joy that make it all worth it. Dying would be scarier anyway. He didn't want to die, and he felt glad to feel so confident in that nowadays.

The sudden   THUNK  of something slamming into the ground just a block away from him, jolts him out of his thoughts, all his gears screeching to a halt as he freezes in place. What the fuck was that?

It looked like a person, laying flat on the ground with only their head and shoulders peeking out of the alleyway ahead. Fuck. He hated this side of town..

Anxiety churns in his stomach as he debates just turning around, but the way the victim reaches an arm out, attempting to crawl away; it made his heart ache aswell. he's no goddamn fighter, but he couldn't just leave someone like th-

The body is suddenly yanked back into the alley, snatched at a startling speed. It didn't feel exactly real, how could something vanish so fast? It reminded Soda of something from a horror movie, or whatever. What the fuck was that??

His foot takes a step forward, before the rest of his body notices its rebellion and locks down again. Was he seriously going to investigate that? He could just walk away and take another alley. But that was the one he was supposed to turn down! All the other alleys are either walled off or gated off and he wasn't about to go climbing over a damn wire gate. His soda would get too shaken up! Fuck!

Another foot goes in for another step forward. He's gotta get the fuck out of here. He could hear more commotion in the alleyway, a scuffle, a skirmish. He could hear someone cursing through a choked breath. A loud and nauseating crack echoes out from the alley, and yet, Soda takes another step forward.

This was stupid, he shouldn't be getting tangled up in someone else's business. What if something happened to all this soda?

Thankfully, it was that thought that actually got him to pause, and take in a deep breath. It wasn't worth it, maybe he should head straight home.

Atleast, that was the thought his heart and mind were about to agree on, until a particularly familiar grroowwwwlll bleeds out from the alley.

Emizel?

All reason immediately evaporates as Soda makes that connection in his head, stepping right up to the corner of the brick walls, and peering around to investigate.

There was a body on the floor, face down in a puddle of red, head split open in a way that reminded Soda of a smashed watermelon.

But standing over that body, was the familiar, blackened coat, and short blonde hair, of Sodas closest comrade, Emizel.

Despite the carnage on the floor, Soda couldn't help the smile that lights up his face. That was Emizel! That was his boy!

But before he could get over just how happy he felt to see his best friend, something else caught his eye. Movement, behind the dumpster closest to the vampire boy. A person, rising out from the shadows with a glinting baseball bat clutched fiercely in their hands.

"Oh fuck, look out!" Soda speaks up, and Emizels gaze immediately clicks over to him, silencing Soda with just that startlingly red stare.

He had forgotten just how uneasy those red eyes made him..

The attacker, silent and professional, rushes up behind Emizel and CRACKS the metal bat downwards onto his blonde head, the sound ringing out like a  gun shot  in that dark little alleyway.

Soda cringes from just the sound of the impact, but was amazed to find that the bat had warped under the force of it!

The attacker hardly had a chance to process his mangled weapon before Emizel whips around to retaliate.

It looked like he had just swung his hand at his opponent, so the way a shower of red spills outward from the slash, catches Soda completely off guard. The monster boy had cleaved an excruciatingly massive gash up from the attackers right hip, to his left shoulder, the slice spewing with scarlet.

 It wasn't until Emizel had pulled back his arm, that Soda could process the way it had darkened with more than just blood, distorted into an odd, spear-like shape.

The victim hardly had a chance to yelp before that blade swoops up into his chest at the speed of a snapping bear trap, plunging through meat and bone with disturbing ease, and forcing blood and viscera to erupt outwards. The red patters down onto the concrete behind, the sound similar to rain...

With another low, inhuman snarl, Emizel brings the twitching, dying body closer, until that signature squish of teeth sinking into fresh meat bleeds outward into the space.

What a disgusting sound, Sodas first instinct was to simply avert his eyes, but as the sound persists, he resolves that he has to do something.

He finally steps out into the alley, and speaks.

"Hey ma-"

He could hardly get two words out before Emizel suddenly rips its teeth away from its victims throat, tearing out a hefty chunk of jellied meat, and slamming the remaining fodder onto the concrete floor.

It immediately whips around to stare down Soda, red eyes glowing with reflected light, and with hardly a chance to process the moment-

-It's immediately right infront of Soda.

A gasp lurches from Soda's lungs as he almost stumbles back in shock. How was Emizel so fucking fast?

Other than that single step back, Soda was frozen in shock, his tongue buzzing with the physical pain of such a startling jolt. 'White boy jumpscare' is something that came to mind, but while usually such a thought would evoke some sort of laugh from Soda, this time it offered no such comfort. Okay maybe it did a little.

Emizels snarling face was only inches away from Sodas. Its eyes were wild and unnatural, teeth menacingly sharp and reddened with so much fucking blood. It was everywhere, coating most of his face, smothering his shirt and his coat, and absolutely choking the air with its thick, metallic stench.

Soda would gag if he felt he was safe to even move. He felt like he was locking eyes with that of a creature, something he would only ever see in his nightmares or in scary movies. But it was real. Those monsters are real. And his best friend is one of those monsters. His bestest friend in the world...

His mind was skewered on that unnatural glare, completely frozen with anxiety. Stalling too hard to come to a proper conclusion, Soda instead falls back onto what Soda does best.

"H-hey man... You want some soda?"

He very gently presses the opened bottle of Faygo into Emizels chest.

The two boys stand there for a moment, locked in a tense, silent pause, before the monster boy finally peels its gaze down to the bottle.

It's quiet, for a few seconds, the gears turning in its head. Until the monster blinks, and its eyes clear, and Emizel processes the sight of the bottle.

"Oh, fuck yeah dude, is that the Candy Apple Faygo? Man, that stuffs my favorite!" Emizel smiles as he goes to accept the bottle, and immediately takes a massive swig.

Soda tries to disregard the way his hands were still shaking. "Uh, n-nah man, its just Red Po-"

The words are bit off as Emizel suddenly retches, a heavy flood of red blood and red Faygo spewing out onto Soda, as the vampire boys body entirely rejects the fizzy drink.

The shock of getting fucking projectile vomited on had snapped Soda out of whatever daze he was just in, and it seemed to snap Emizel out of it too. Soda backs up with a groan, looking down at all the blood and bile and pop on his shirt and coat.

"Ohhh fuck dude, what the hell??" He cringes, not even wanting to try smearing any of it off with his hand.

Emizel was coughing, still holding out the Faygo bottle, but hunched over as his body dared to convulse again.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, ohhooohhh fuuuuucckkk" he grumbles towards the floor "Fuuuck I’m sorry dude, I don't know what fuckin- oohhhgg shit,” He coughs and groans,  offering the bottle back to Soda.

Soda was still staring at his messied coat with a displeased grimace, but looking up to meet Emizels eyes...

There was a guilt on Emizels face that Soda didn't see too often, and it helped wash away that irritation he felt. This sucked, but Emizel was probably going through a lot more. 

“It’s, uhm.. don't, don't worry about it, man..” Soda decides to reassure him, offering a sympathetic smile, and a hand on Emizels shoulder, as his comrade spits out the remaining blood and bile.

"Fuckin hell… I’m uh, I'm sorry about your shirt, man."

"What? Nahh it's okay man, don’t worry about it." Soda shrugs, taking the Faygo bottle back. "I mean, are you okay man? That uh.. looked like a pretty crazy fight."

Emizel was rubbing his eyes, smearing more blood across his face as he seems to be collecting himself. he spares a glance back at the carnage behind him.  

"Ah.. yeah.. I thought I uh.. I thought I saw that one fucker from uh. That one night. Yknow, the one that uh.." He snaps his fingers, as if trying to summon back the memory. "Vampire bitch... Anyway after that I just kind of, uh.."

He seems to space out again as he looks around. It was as if he was just woken up from a deep sleep, like he was certain he had just known what he was doing, but found the dream escaping him. "I guess I just.. went crazy on these guys. I dunno, they're Fangs anyways." he finally shrugs it all off, but Soda still felt unsatisfied by the answer.

"Oh.. huh…” is the only response he manages to scrounge together. Sure they were Fangs, but did they really deserve.. all that? It just seemed a bit brutal, even by Emizels standards.

He found his eyes wandering over to the split-open head. It was mostly red and bloody, but even in the dark, he could still make out some of the finer details of the gray jelly seeping from the gash. A human brain. He wondered if his own brain looked the same on the inside..

“So what are you doing out here, man?” Emizels question helps Soda pull his eyes away from the gore, instead looking over to his bloodied comrade.

Emizel looked messy and even exhausted, but his drowsy gaze was focused on Soda with a worried expression. 

“Oh, uh, yknow, just a soda run. Decided I would stock up on some Faygo from the Shady Shell.” Soda shrugs, his eyes flickering down to the opened Faygo in his hand. The top was covered in regurgitated blood. unnaturally blackened blood…

“Are you.. okay, by the way? Other than the whole..” Soda gestures vaguely at the gruesome crime scene. “Are you hurt?”

The question has Emizel pausing to consider. He straightens his back and stretches his arms, as if trying to detect any pain from any possible injury. Nothing seemed to be bothering him though, and after a second, he decides to shrug.

“Nah, I'm all good.”

“Oh.. That's good, I uh…” Soda found himself looking over Emizel aswell, searching for any wounds the monster boy might be simply disregarding, as he often does.

There was a fairly gnarly gash on his shin..

“Hey uh, I was actually gonna go hang out by the ledge down that way. Yknow, the one with the funny intersection.” Soda says, gesturing off towards where he intended to go. “Wanna come with?”

Emizel looks back that way, before turning back to Soda with a big smile on his face. 

“Oh hell yeah I do! I love the funny intersection!” he starts to walk down the alley, about to step over the body of the broken skull, when Soda speaks up.

“Uh, hey, shouldn't we uh.. Do something about the.. uh..” He waves a hand over towards the bodies, trying not to look directly at them. 

Emizel spares the corpses an inconvenienced glance, and a sigh, but ultimately shrugs them off. “Ehhh I'll just dump 'em in a dumpster again.. That's what I've been doing anyway.”

“And you're not worried about, like, anyone finding them?”

Soda anxiously watches on as Emizel paces around the body with the torn-out throat, licking the blood from his own mouth. Was his tongue always that long and pointed? That's neat, and normally Soda would point it out, but he was a bit.. preoccupied right now 

“Nahh not really. I haven't had anyone bother me at least.. Anyone been bothering you?” Emizels eyes finally flick back over to Soda. 

“Nah, I'd say things are actually more lax than usual. Anything that would end up being trouble’s been pretty much crushe- er, killed- destr- stamped out, by uh, by you.” Sods was cringing with every attempt to find a word that didn’t make his stomach turn, but Emizel didn’t seem to notice or mind.

Emizels eyes were currently a bit more focused on the body laying before him. He had that weird look on his face again… 

“Uhh, yeah, yeah that's good that uh, no troubles coming back to you guys…”

There’s a moment of quiet between the two as Emizel stares at this corpse, and Soda was about to open his mouth to fill the silence, but Emizel speaks up instead.

“Hey uh, why don’t you go ahead of me? I’ll uh, I'll meet you at the place.” He suggests, pointing vaguely off down the alley, but not removing his eyes from the kill. 

Soda certainly hesitates, his eyes narrowing before he even forms a thought. He opens his mouth to object, but then his eyes flicker back towards the body.

“Are you gonna eat this one too?”

The question leaves Sodas mouth as soon as it comes to mind.

Emizel pauses, and considers, before giving a shrug. “I don't see why not. Perfectly good blood.” He reaches down to grab his kill by the shirt, the one with the split open head. As the corpse rises from the concrete, gray matter drips and sloughs from the crack in its skull. Once again, Soda felt the need to look away, and yet his stupid eyes remained fixated on the horrendous sight. Emizel looks over the spilling brain of his meal, licking his lips curiously. “Dude, what do you think would happen if I ate his brain?” Emizel asks, looking back over to Soda with a wild, bloodied smile. Something about that look made Soda shiver, but.. Not really in a bad way… “Uh, I.. Dunno…. Eating a persons brain is how you get like, mad cow disease right? But you might also be immune to disease.. Are you immune to disease?” “Uhhh, I don't know yet actually. I'm still figuring out how much of this is like video games,” Emizel says, rubbing the back of his head as he idly sways the body of his kill around, watching the blood and gore drip and drop from its broken head. “Eh, I'll chance it later.” Without another word or thought, Emizel goes to sink his teeth into the shoulder of his kill, a pleased growl radiating from him as the blood gushes around the bite. More fresh blood upon less fresh blood upon old blood upon older blood. Just so much fucking blood. Soda thought he was used to seeing blood, but this… this was just egregious. Was he really starting to get used to this? It’s just blood after all, and it’s not from his comrades, so it's… fine… He finally manages to pull his eyes away from the gruesome sight of Emizel feeding, but his eyes instead wander down to the blood on his own shirt. Emizels blood was strange, darker than usual, and carrying a different scent. Something about the smell of his blood was more savory, more appealing than the standard metallic miasm. His shirt was smothered in it, his jacket was coated in it, and his opened bottle of Faygo was also splattered with the deep red ichor. Ink swirls within the bottle of red fizzy, spreading out into all sorts of odd patterns. It was a lot of blood. He was certain a lot of it came from however many people Emizels been feeding on. With how much hes been terrorizing the Fangs in just the last few days, and with how nonchalantly he feasts on his kills, who knows how much blood hes actually ingested… Soda swirls the bottle, watching the blood inside thin out into strands, dancing within the bubbly soda as they gradually dissipate, fully assimilating into the drink. A bad idea chews at the back of his head… The sound of ripping flesh once again knocks at Sodas head. He doesn’t look up this time, but he knew Emizel was just playing with his food again..  Did blood taste good to a vampire? Did some blood taste better than others? What did Sodas blood taste like? What did Emizels blood taste like? There's a visceral snap of something among the chewing and ripping, very clearly a bone or a joint snapping out of place. It made Soda shiver a little. When did his heart start pounding? There's an animal standing only 8 feet away from him, feeding on its kill. That animal is a person, and so is its kill. He wanted to know what vampire blood tasted like, but he already knew what human blood tasted like. It hung so densely in the air, he could feel it forming a vile film over his tongue. The blood of a person just like him. Eaten by an animal that eats people.  All this stress was no good. This bile rising to his throat was no good. This creeping anxiety was no good. He's friends with an animal that eats people. Would it eat him? This weird feeling was no good. Maybe it will never eat him. But it needs to eat people. This worry was no good. He needed to wash this awful taste from his mouth, replace it with something sweeter. He needed to keep his head clear enough to be there for Emizel when he needed to be. He needed to hold a light to these shadows. And he needed to stay positive, and drink soda. He takes a swig of the open Faygo bottle.

#NO MAIN TAGS WE DIE LIKE ROADKILL #WOW ISNT IT WEIRD THAT YOUR BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WHOOOLE WORLD EATS PEOPLE NOW #ISNT IT WEIRD THAT YOU KIND OF WISH YOU WOULD BE EATEN. EXCEPT NOT RLY BC U WOULD DIE. MAYBE HE COULD HAVE A NIBBLE #i might come back to ramble in the tags more later. STAY TUNED!!! #OKAY IM BACK TO RAMBLE. FIZZFAGS SEAL O APPROVAL IN THE TAGS U MEAN THE WWWOORRLLD TO MEEEE #THIS IS ALL YOUR FFAAAUULTT UR THE ONLY REASON THESE LOSERS ARE ROTATING IN MY BRAIN SO SO FAST #I DO INTEND TO WRITE MORE!! AND I DO INTEND TO LET IT GET WEIRDER #Iwanna make a lil chapter two w them hanging out at the funny intersection while soda maybe tries to patch emizel up. #wouldnt it be fucked up if u saw ur best friend get bled out n then sired right infront of u #and wouldnt it be fucked up if ina vampiric daze he almost sinks his crazy shark teeth into your throat #and wouldnt it be fucked up if you kinda wish he did. like not in a weird way or anything its not weird its not weird at all #RAAHH IM SO HAPPY THAT PPL LIKE MY WRITING STYLE N MY CHARACTERIZATIONS ASWELL IT MEANS SO MUCH TO MMEEEE #NICE WORDS GIVE ME SO MMUCH POOWWEERRRRR RAAGHGHHH!!!thank you guys for being so niceys to me #ive also been thinkin abt writing Post Suckening fics. EXCITED FOR SEASON TWO. in the meantime what if theo had to put up w shenanigens #one shenanigen for example being emizel going feral and attacking a comrade. #then theo needs to stake him n pull him aside n set him straight or something. set him gay. whatever. #ive also had an idea in my head. BC GABRIEL IS TOTALLY INSIDE OF EMIZELS BRAIN NOW #could u imagine doing acid or shrooms w ur homies n then suddenly ur nemesis is showing up in ur fractal hallucinations #anyway i think thats all da ramble i got in me. thanku for enjoying my writing thank yooouuu

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

i know i've posted abt this before also but i did not have screenshots to demonstrate just HOW gently passive aggressive ingo is to volo when they talk. i have no idea if they intended it this way but he sounds so "sadly my strict standard of conduct will not let me tell you to fuck off for asking weirdly personal questions just so you can share your theories but with the subtext toolkit available to me i am VERY much shooing you out of the way so i can get back to what i was actually trying to do."

#the nemesis speaks #pla analysis #idk if it really comes across without the context of volo's whole ramble #but he really did just sort of rock up to you while you were TRYING to get through this quarry #just to be like ''hi ingo. hey tell me about your memory loss. great now listen to what I think about the whole thing'' #though the exchange does also make me feel like they have had prior conversations to this effect #ingo feigns not recognizing him at first but the way he says ''continue to prioritize'' specifically makes me feel like #this is not the first time they've tread this particular ground #volo also greets ingo pretty familiarly at the start of it imo #these tags are getting long but one other thing that sort of strikes me atm and i'm curious to see if it continues #is like. this is the rudest (by his standards) ingo gets with mmmost everyone in pla #-except melli. who he is actually fairly direct with. and melli in turn doesn't rise to it really at all #for a guy who bitches at literally everyone just saying ''well guess we don't always see eye to eye!'' is like. WILDLY notable #and then ingo asks you to say hi to him later #they're friends i think. thanks for ur time

[sonknuxadow]

just saw the steam description . you now have my full attention

#this is about sonic x shadow generations btw. well i feel like thats obvious but whatever #I KNOW I KEEP SAYING THAT A SONIC GENERATIONS REMASTER IS POINTLESS. AND IT IS . #but im also really excited to see what the shadow levels are like and ive been wanting to see the black arms again for so long #if only the cool shadow content wasnt attached to a pointless remaster of a game i already have. sad ! #well they had my attention the second dooms eye was shown in the trailer but i was just assuming hed only be there for a couple stages #but this makes it sound like theres going to be way more of him than i was expecting #also the part about painful memories..... is maria going to show up in a game for the first time in like a million years #actually maybe thats why some of the egg memos in sonic frontiers mentioned maria and the black arms and gun #because they knew they were going to release this a little while later #and they wanted to refresh the minds of people who arent as knowledgeable about sonic lore #also black doom being described as shadows old nemesis is kinda funny. thats his dad that he killed

[cinnamonmango]

Can't wait for Gabriel and Beelzebub, who had been pretending blind, deaf and brain dead just to not deal with the fact that Aziraphale and Crowley are breaking all the rules by pinning and being in love with each other for six thousands years, ask azirowley in the first ten seconds after losing their memories: "oh, are you two in love and married"?

#gabriel looks at photos from their dates and keeps straight face as he tells Michael that it's normal while screaming internally #gabriel who looks at Aziraphale when he asks a permission to raise a child with his worst love nemesis and just says sure have my blessing #Beelzebub is so tired from listening love queen songs and Crowley's whinings about this ine bastard angel but he is the best hell worker #they knew before and they sure do know now #gabriel #Beelzebub #ineffable husbands #azirowley #good omens #gos2

[carefulfears]

I saw you tagged that photo of Mulder, Krycek and Scully as “I’m so fascinated by them”; can you talk about that? I don’t know if I’ve given too much thought to their dynamic before and I’m curious as to why you like them as a trio

anon, i want to walk you through a scenario. you’re a 29 year old medical doctor teaching classes at quantico after having been separated from your first assignment at the fbi. you miss your partner. you’re giving morbid lectures and nearly crying when a student says you sound “spooky” and arranging covert meetings at the watergate hotel.

one day, your ex-partner reaches out to ask for your help on a case! you’ve been waiting for this for months! you practically begged to autopsy a body covered in sewage waste and mutant worms for this!

he comes to see you about the case, and your face falls as you realize that he’s brought with him a new partner. “this is alex krycek, we’re working the case together,” he says. standing next to this barbie doll looking motherfucker (whose hand you pointedly refuse to shake).

your wary “trust no one” friend, who accused you of being a spy when it was your first day on his assignment, has seemingly taken to this new ally. they’re carpooling and saving each other’s lives in train stations and venturing into hostage situations without telling you. (“sounds like your new partner is working out…must be nice not having someone question your every move,” you tell him cheekily over the phone).

in a split second, a broken window, a mountaintop- your life changes forever. three months of missing time, and you come back to find a reopened office and an FBI agent without a partner; that hand you refused to shake participated in your violation, then disappeared without a trace.

it isn’t long before he’s back: one, two, three gunshots fired. a father. an apartment wall. a sister.

(though i don’t know if scully ever found out that krycek was there when her sister was killed)

in a moment of quick thinking and sweaty desperation, you break up a fight and trade a bullet in the deceiver for a bullet in your partner’s shoulder; less than a year after introduction in your autopsy bay, you save both lives.

over the years, he’s the shadow you can’t quite shake. when your partner makes his way to hong kong or russia, it’s not you that goes trailing after.

you do follow his tracks into a dark apartment, ask him, what are you thinking about? listen to him tell you about destiny. fate. the “inextricable relationships” of our lives.

when he changes his tune, suddenly willing to follow leads he had admonished you for suggesting, you could swear you heard russian translation.

(i know scully doesn’t know that krycek kissed him)

office fires, nanobots, and air force base abductions later, you strategize over chinese takeout and pizza. you stand at the head of the table, your partner two people removed, the russian to his immediate left.

perhaps it would be too much to ask, after the funeral, to grieve free of threat. nonetheless, there’s leather around hospital corners, broken vials in the garage, a seat taken at the bureau when you still don’t have one to share.

three more gunshots, the spy dies and you give birth on the same day. it’s colder without a shadow, though you can’t say you miss it.

you stand in a court of law and can’t help but notice, your partner looking over his shoulder.

#all to say: i think it’s funny #i just think it’s very funny #scully is SO jealous of him from that very first scene #and then he just ruins her life for the next 10 years #not even literally in responsibility but like…in annoyance #just psychosexually mutual-obsessing with her boyfriend #while they had real problems going on #i don’t think scully ever knew that mulder was seeing krycek’s ghost #but i 1000% believe that krycek’s ghost just hung out with them for decades #no doubt in my mind #asks #also i just realized that william was born the day krycek died that’s crazyyyyy #your firstborn son coming into the world the day your longtime nemesis leaves it is wild

[sapphorror]

Okay, but one of the best things about Lice is the sheer amount of mutual pettiness it showcases between Zim and Dib for an episode that doesn't have them saying even a single word to each other

#invader zim #zadp #zade #iz posting #natterings #zim laughs at dibs expense one (1) time #and then dib gets to spend the entire rest of the episode reveling in his agony #and honestly I can't even hold it against him given it's usually him who ends episodes in such uh #catastrophically unfortunate situations #enjoy it while it lasts buddy it'll be you again next week #sidenote anyone ever think about how thoroughly this experience must've cemented zims convictions #about falling victim to horrible experiments the moment hes caught #the humans were allowed to discover *one* thing different about him #and immediately set about painfully exploiting it #plus between the lice goon running up with the 'discovery' about zims skin #and his uncharacteristic placidity #I kind of take it as implied that there WAS more experimentation between the 'my superior skin' scene and lice queen #oh and another sidenote #how do you think dib felt about being doused in his alien nemesis's liquefied skin #do you think he got home later like “SHIT I SHOULDVE TAKEN SAMPLES”

[phantomskeep]

Editing to add (again): This is using the bastardized wendigo from popculture. It's not using the wendigo in the context of the spirit, more in the context of the Hannibal "Ravenstag" or even Antlers' wendigo. Check the Anon link near the end of the post for more information regarding my thoughts on the subject :) I didn't mention the deer-like qualities until the tags, which I understand some people don't fully read. That's my bad, so here I am with the full context ahead of time. This is not the Algonquian version of the wendigo spirit. i really want to write a DCxDP fic where Danny gets trapped in a different form (like either true form or just gets cursed, something like that) and can't get out of it. That form? A wendigo. Somehow he ends up in the DC universe - either through already living there or Ghost Zone shenanigans.

Being a wendigo, Danny feels the need to eat flesh. Preferably human, but even in his screwed-up state he knows that's wrong of him to do. So he takes to killing the bare minimum amount of wildlife he can to sustain himself. Eventually he realizes that "oh wait, what if I just raided a store?" So he stumbles out of the woods and into the nearest grocery store after they had closed. He ends up eating enough to settle his stomach before going off to hide to wait for this whatever to wear off.

However, this catches the attention of [insert local hero]. [Insert local hero] goes to the Justice League about this - maybe this creature is a new villain's scheme? Or just a new villain? Members of the JL + Justice League Dark then go out to [insert town Danny was spotted in] to do some investigating. Batman being one of these people, plus Robin because Damian would not let Bruce go without him. A wendigo could be like a shark after all, just a big ol' puppy.

They get to [insert town here] and start cracking down. They compare the old footage to the location, tracking where the wendigo went. Finally Batman, Robin and [insert characters here] are able to get to the wendigo's den... only to find out the wendigo is a lot more ghost-like than they thought it would be.

There's a big fight because Wendigo-Brain!Danny thought these random dudes were the GIW coming for his undead ass that ends with Danny taking off. Unknowingly to Danny, Damian has grabbed onto him and is basically riding his soon-to-be pet into the sunset.

... I just want to 1) see Danny suffer and being confused 2) Damian trying to get a new dangerous pet and 3) get Damian trying to tame a feral Wendigo!Danny like any normal person would try to befriend that feral orange cat living in the dumpster.

Adding this just to cover my own butt about this haha, here's a link that contains a post which covers the research I have done on the topic of the wendigo: Anon Ask Post Here. I am not trying to culturally appropriate, offend, or harm anyone with a prompt post about Danny taking the form of a wendigo. It's a cool concept to me as I believe it is a bit ironic. The wendigo, as seen in the culture it originates from, is a symbol of greed and a harsh winter and are often a sign of cannibalism. They have hearts of ice and an "unseasonable chill might precede its approach".

I think this is ironic because 1 - Danny is a sweet little bean and being stuck with cannibalistic cravings is a Hannibal Fic trope that will forever rot in my brain + Ghost King!Danny having to eat Pariah Dark's core is a headcanon I adore, 2 - the chill preceding a wendigo's approach reminds me of Danny's ghost sense, 3 - Danny is the LEAST greedy person I can think of in the entirety of DP (even if he does have his selfish moments at the worst times ever), and 4 - wendigos possess human beings. In Native legend a wendigo is a "malevolent spirit" which possesses humans - technically if you are going to stick with the general wendigo legends then it does not have antlers, horns, or is even a beast. It's just a giant human. Which, if using the correct/original version of a wendigo, makes this 10x funnier to me, because Damian that is clearly a giant person what the fUCK ARE YOU DOING--

Anyways, long story short if you have issues with me using a wendigo for a "haha funny" prompt please DM me with any sort of articles, legends, documentaries, ect. on why using a wendigo is a Bad Thing. Like I said in the linked post, I'm always willing to learn and adjust my behavior. I just want proof that the changes I'm going to make are the correct ones to be making, as my years on the internet have ALWAYS told me to fact check anything :)

#dcxdp prompt #dcxdp #dpxdc #danny phantom #batman #let danny be feral #please #i want him and damian to be besties #also if hals the person who first finds out about danny? #god that would be so funy #or even better!! #a villain #harley quinn introducing this cool deer-thing to her hyenas #hey boys! this is your new brother :D #hes different but its cool #while ivy is sitting in the living room with her head in her hands #... actually fuck it danny is found by harley #and they become besties #while damian is trying to be her arch nemesis and failing #but hes kind of okay with it because Father can I please have a cool deer like harley's?

[tswwwit]

So let’s say that Dipper never made the first move in Faking It- could they still have fallen in love?

Also father I crave whump!!! Take your time though, writing is hard :/

They would have! They were already dipping their toes into that particular water, Dipper making the first move just sped things along.

I think in an alternate scenario where Dipper didn't do the do, either: everything pans out the same with minor differences, OR: He's in a way less chipper mood when Ford arrives. Which means he's a lot more cagey with Ford, doesn't accompany his uncle when he breaks the curse. And since he didn't tell Ford where it happened, it comes out of nowhere when the thing's broken - but it's also done with less deadly intent. Which makes Bill (surprisingly, even to himself) alarmed, because, shit, Dipper just up and collapsed right next to him, did he just die? - and when Dipper survives despite the odds against him - Ford doesn't find out who Bill is, due to Dipper not wanting to hang out with him all that much.

Overall, these two idiots would be given a lot more time and space to bicker and argue and flirt for long enough that they get Domestic again, before they get freaky.

#answers #They mostly would get domestic as Bill finally gets through his extinction response of getting back to the Mindscape #And figures 'welp might as well have fun while I'm here' #And has moments of horror as he realises he actually *likes* some of this 'boring' mortal stuff as long as Dipper's around #Something about this extraordinarily stubborn jerk who'll defy Bill's mortal nemesis and *still* not cave to Bill himself does it for him #And Dipper is forced to face facts: Yes he *does* like Bill. For Bill. This is the worst thing *ever* #And in the case where everything pans out the same except for the fuckin' #Dipper decides he wants Bill back even after Ford kills him #Because Bill's interesting. Because he's clever and intelligent and mocking and weird and evil #Because he's giving Dipper power. Because he's fascinating. Because he is *the* most interesting thing to ever happen to him #No way DIpper was letting that escape! Not when he has a demon he has to prevent (protect) from everyone else #(Bill's already head over angles and with no revelation as to what the chest throbs mean; he thinks it's just a trick of the body) #So he still pulls the marriage deal but some of the other parts are hidden. Like: 'ha ha! Now you *can't* shag anyone but me so there' #Don't worry Dipper it works out way better than you think once you finally cave

[randomnameless]

About the nabatean language post...

I've always thought nabateans and agarthans had their own language which were forgotten by the rest of Fodlan.

Is it not tragic that the only ones who can understand you are your mortal enemies?

:(

That's why I'm so upset at Fodlan world building - we have those two civilisations warring by proxy during an era where they're supposed to be gone, but bar two chapters we lit don't give a fig about them!

I imagine during the Shambala raid, while Seteth was fighting on the front lines, Rhea was the one who read "Viskam maintenance room" on a door, and directed the army to go there to pull a switch - ditto for Thales who told Supreme Leader the word/how to spot the "Golem activation button" in the Holy Tomb if she needed to desactivate them when Flamey and Metodey would be pillaging Nabatean tombs.

(being older, maybe Seteth knows more "agarthan" than Rhea, but would have thought the room identified as "freezer" would just be a normal freezer, and not the Nemesis'n'Dudes resting place!)

I still like the idea of humans knowing some bits of Nabatean language through old scriptures of the Church of Seiros when Agarthans never shared their culture with anyone else, from an era where Seiros wanted to share Nabatean language and thought she could, one day, live with humans without hairdye - to the modern CoS completely dropping it, showing how Rhea is closer to the Agarthan mindset, humans and Nabateans cannot coexist/cohabit in Fodlan (but maybe that'll change when Sothis will return) - Agarthans believe they don't need to share their culture with beasts, and refuse to cohabit/coexist with them.

#anon #replies #that's so cool! #FE16 #it's too bad Nopes didn't explore more on Agarthans and Nabateans #we sort of know there were at least two simili factions #Epimenides doesn't agree with Thales's plans in Zanado #and yet he still treats Nabateans as beasts while calling Nemesis a fool but an ally #Supreme Leader seeing Nabatean inscriptions in Enbarr's palace and thinking someone doodled weird symbols #maybe post FE16 in non CF/VW endings people in Fodlan could learn and rediscover Nabatean language?

[strigital]

so a new yearly adventure 'bout to drop and half of the players are already simping for ithelia while another half is grieving her boring design. me? i'm more interested in the fact that zenimax gave us a lore-friendly way to make our own dardric prince ocs and uuuh lemme just grab a sketchbook real quick and cook up an opposite to mepahala and probably/possibly her twin whose sphere are energies of the afterlife, death and being the shepherd of the undead and the restless dead 👀 and maybe a babygirl of a dardric prince who is the opposite of hircine and oversees the wild beauty of natural world, shapeshifers, sentient trees and talking animals, and mysteries of wild magic and secrets of the untouched wilderness, who has the bottom half of a deer whereas hircine has a head of an elk🦌 ooh! maybe even some opposite to namira whose domain is beauty, poetry and all that is aesthetically pleasing and dreamy and nice who may look like one of those fairies with butterfly wings all over them 🧚‍♀️

anyways, feck the lore, i'm here to 100% milk herma mora's ability to just "conveniently hide" entire dardric princes outside of reality thus making any and all stupid little dardric blorbo ocs we make "technically lore-friendly"

#*scribbles down a sexyman and a babygirl* #hehe #but tbh i think this changes my own skyrim lore!!! #see the mentor of the last dragonborn was the last ayleid scholar whose entire immortal life was spent recording events on tamriel #and collecting a whole Librarium of books of his own writing that herma mora would reaaaally love to have #and so he just spent his whole existance chilling in a pocket realm of oblivion being hidden from herma mora #thats where he kept yollokmir too while they awaited for alduin to pop back into existence #since hurling the bitch forward in time was not a normal course of events he decided to intervene and help the last dragonborn #i SUPPOSED that him being under the wing of meridia made sence since before this damn cinematic dropped SHE was a supposed nemesis of herma #NOW it would seem that putting the boy into ithelia's side of the hood would make more sence since her domain os basically hidden stuff #mayhaps old man was at the moment of the spell being cast within her realm and thus avoided the amnesia? #I'll have to do some rewriting... #oh well... #*dreamily thinks about all the daedra prince ocs i can make now* #elder scrolls online #eso #zenimax #bethesda #daedra #daedric prince #the elder scrolls #tes v #tes 5 #skyrim #fanfic related #writing related #fanfic: Fronkriid #oc related #alasil the watcher

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

an ingo in this 'verse who still gets Taken and is promptly forbidden from using magic because. yknow. most of hisui is not crazy fond of the idea of playing catch with high explosives and that's basically what they think he's doing

#the nemesis speaks #pokefic pitch #could really avatar it up with every warden having a different magic and the protag has to go around and learn them all #but i also sort of think it would be fun to alter the structure of hisui somewhat for this au #hmm. idk i'll come back to it #maybe they're the fuckoff huge adventuring party protag recruits along the way #then you get to bank the ''ingo does MAGIC??'' reveal for a while after the pearl clan gets collected #(irida voice HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO) #ley lines au

[thedeafprophet]

What is Gabriel like post resurrection? What's different from him on the surface?

Gabriel was 17 years old when died in 1886. He is 17 yeas sold when he's returned from the grave in 1898. His memories are fragmatened, shattered, lost. He's in a place that is so confusing and so different from the thing he does remember.

The only person who remembers him is the woman who says she's his sister. A person who only has the vague recollection of the brother she lost when she was 10 years old.

If there's anyone left who knows what Gabriel was like back on the surface, its not him.

#in general Gabe is quite shy and anxious #he's very very stressed out for obvious reasons #his life has shifted from any semblence of what he once knew #and theres expectations put on him to reflect someones memory that probably isnt even accurate #hes just a kid #asks #ambition: nemesis #oc: gabriel #general personality wise hes fairly sweet and kind. fairly quiet #hes got a knack of musical talent #and while he isnt as smart or educated as josie he's still fairly clever