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new update - 'Thank You for the Venom', chapter 4 🎸 🗡️

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter 4 Summary

After a hard day, all Lute wants to do is relax in the bath. Alone.

Adam, however, has other plans.

Author's note:

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I have had the MOST fun writing this chapter. The concept for it has undergone a few transformations in my mind, and I'm glad it's ended up where it has. I hope you all enjoy reading it!

As always, thank you for the comments, likes, reblogs, inboxes and for reading this silly little story <3

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Lute’s Apartment, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

Lute hated being injured.

It wasn’t necessarily the feeling of being in pain that she couldn’t stand. On the contrary, she welcomed the tenderness of every bruise, the sting of every laceration – hell, the dull, aching throb of every broken bone that had been inflicted upon her over her years as an Exorcist. Pain meant she had no hesitations in putting her body on the line; she was renowned, after all, for her reputation as an unrelenting, unstoppable, balls-to-the-wall killing machine.

Her body was heavily adorned with the scars as proof of her status; hundreds of faded gold marks of varying sizes were flecked upon her otherwise pale skin. Each healed wound beheld a gory reminder of her battles and triumphs.

No, what irked Lute was the unwanted attention that she attracted whenever she sustained an injury. Thankfully, due to her recent refocus on physical conditioning, there were no weapons being handled and therefore, there should have been minimal opportunity for anybody to come into harm’s way under her guidance.

There was just one variable that Lute hadn’t accounted for: her dickhead boss.

What the fuck had Adam been thinking, tackling her so suddenly during that afternoon’s training session? One minute, she’d been pointing out common weak spots to hit on a Sinner’s body to expose their vulnerabilities, and then the next she’d unexpectedly been crushed by him. Her right hip and lower back had taken the brunt of the fall as he’d grabbed her around the torso, pinned her arms against her body and drove her into the floor with a force so great she’d been winded before she hit the deck.

Then, her sisters had shrieked, screamed – there may have even been one who cried, there usually was when someone hurt themselves – and crowded around her as she lay on the hardwood floor, dazed, confused and completely smothered by Adam’s considerably larger frame.

“Get off her, Sir, she’s not breathing!”

“I-is…is she dead?”

“Lieutenant, are you alright?!”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Commander?! What the fuck was that?!” Thank God for Vaggie, who had elbowed her way to the front of the gaggling group and stood, hands on hips, glaring at the angel who lay atop her friend.

“Out of line, Vagina,” he had drawled lazily, finally pulling himself up to a standing position. “You owe me burpees for that.”

“I don’t owe you a thing after the bullshit you just pulled,” she’d snapped back, helping Lute stand to her feet. “Ladies, back up, she’s coming through.”

“Thanks,” Lute had managed to grunt, shuffling away from the crowd as quickly as she could so they couldn’t see the golden flush of humiliation that had started to warm her cheeks. There was only one thing that she hated more than being injured, and that was being embarrassed.

Luckily, the colour of her face had returned to normal by the time she’d knocked on Sera’s door to report that training had been cancelled for the rest of the day. She’d even come up with the perfect excuse: the Exorcists had made such remarkable progress with their strength training she was giving them the rest of the afternoon off as a reward while she made some adjustments to their schedule.

Too bad her hip and lower back had started burning by that point – not to mention the feathers of her wings were incredibly ruffled, a dead giveaway that she’d been involved in some kind of mishap. Sera, astute as ever, noticed her limp and disgruntled appearance and had demanded to know what had happened. And it wasn’t like Lute could lie to the Head Seraphim.

At least, not off the cuff.

And so, she found herself fumbling for her key outside her apartment door, ordered to rest up for the evening lest her injuries worsened.

Oh, she was going to rest up, alright. Today’s events called for a bath so damn hot her skin would burn brighter than the surface of the sun, a glass of wine in one hand and steamy novel in another. She’d slip beneath the bubbles of her bath and into the pages of her book, with zero plans to re-enter reality for at least three – no, maybe four hours.

At last, she felt her apartment key in bottom of her bag. Sighing in relief as she entered her immaculate personal sanctuary, she softly pushed the front door back towards its frame without looking, kicking her trainers off as soon she was fully inside. Hanging her bag onto a hook in her entryway, she made a beeline for her small kitchen – specifically, for a bottle of red wine she knew she’d had stashed away at the bottom of her pantry for emergencies and unexpected visits from Vaggie.

After the day she’d had, this was absolutely classified as an emergency.

Ignoring the burn that seemed to now consume most of her lower body, Lute located a wine glass and unscrewed the lid of the bottle, pausing to take a long swig directly from it before filling her glass.

Classy.

Sipping her drink from its intended vessel, she plucked a candle off her coffee table and wandered into her bathroom to start preparing for her date with her bathtub.

As Lute sat her glass and candle onto the counter, she caught her reflection in the mirror. God, she looked like she’d had a day – though, to be fair, she’d had the absolute wind knocked out of her only a few hours earlier. Her platinum hair, half of which had been twisted into a small knot on top of her head, had loose strands starting to fall around her face. The bun was askew, leaning more towards the right and threatening to unravel any minute. If her little altercation hadn’t been so public, it wouldn’t be so farfetched for one to imagine she’d been sandwiched between her boss and the floor for a different reason.

Snorting in disgust to herself at the mental image she’d painted, she released her topknot and leant down to turn on the bath mixer, nudging the lever closer to the right until the water temperature was practically scalding. Perfection. She plugged the bath and turned her attention to the unlit candle.

She’d forgotten the lighter. Dammit. She walked gingerly back out into her living area, peeling her crop top up and off over her head, letting it fall to the floor somewhere near the bench of her kitchen, her socks following. Usually, she’d never allow herself to leave stray items of clothing around her apartment, but she was so hyper focused on getting into her bath she was willing to break her own rules - just this once. Besides, she’d tidy up before bedtime anyhow.

After she grabbed the lighter from an overhead cabinet that was just out of reach, requiring a little assistance from her wings, she set back to the bathroom to light her candle. The calming combination of rose geranium, bergamot and patchouli filled her bathroom almost instantaneously; the smell reminded her of the one and only time she’d allowed Vaggie to drag her to a day spa for a massage and to get her wings preened.

It was a one-time event because, as it turned out, strangers touching her body made her skin crawl and she couldn’t bring herself to relax, even if the aim was to help relieve years of built-up tension, stress and physical exertion. Getting her wings preened was even worse; the therapist kept running her fingers through all her sensitive spots, which made Lute squirm uncomfortably throughout the entire session. Neither experience was what she would call enjoyable.

The only good thing to come out of that disaster was the candle she’d purchased to reassure Vaggie the day hadn’t totally sucked.

She took another sip of wine and looked back in the mirror, turning to see if she could see any obvious signs of bruising on her body. She pulled the waistband of her leggings down for a better look – ah, there it was, a familiar dark orange patch beginning to bloom directly over her right hip. She leant forward to inspect it further – that was going to be ugly tomorrow – and a repetitive, robotic tune sung from her pocket, breaking her concentration. Probably Vaggie checking in on her, bless her.

Lute dug her hand into her pocket and retrieved her phone, frowning as she checked the caller ID.

Commander Adam.

“Absolutely not.” She hit the red decline button and padded out to her lounge, where she turned her phone off and tossed it onto her couch. Bath time had a strict no-phone policy, and Adam had already ruined enough of her day – she didn’t need him encroaching on her night, too. She shimmied her leggings down her lower half, resting against the arm of her couch to support her body as she bent over and tugged the end of them off her feet.

Clad only in her underwear now – a practical, black, seam-free thong ideal for wearing under workout clothes – Lute headed into her bedroom, where she grabbed the book she was currently reading from her nightstand, closing the door as she turned towards the bathroom. Pausing in the hall to rid herself of her last item of clothing, entered the bathroom, fully naked, shutting the door firmly behind her.

The bath was now full and inviting, bubbles threatening to spill over the edge and onto the white tiled floor, steam visibly rising from its depths and dissipating somewhere just short of the ceiling. Grinning in anticipation, Lute shut the mixer off and turned off the light switch, the flickering flame of the candle providing the only source of light – just enough for her to be able to read. Grabbing her book, she stepped into the hot water, allowing the heat to envelop her completely as she slid down into its warmth, tucking her wings comfortably against her sides.

Sighing contentedly to herself, she opened her paperback up to where she’d dog-eared her page and allowed herself to be fully consumed by the words between the well-loved cover, banishing any thoughts, any feelings, any pain that had arisen from her day out of her mind.

What she was blissfully unaware of was that she hadn’t closed her front door properly.

Or that she’d missed two calls, a voicemail and a text message from her boss.

And that he was on a frantic mission to try and find her.

Right now.

Adam and Lute’s Office, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

“You’ve reached Lute. Leave me a message if it’s important.”

“What is the point of having a damn lieutenant,” Adam growled to himself furiously, “if she doesn’t answer her fucking phone when I need her to!” Huffing impatiently, he threw his phone onto his cluttered desk, knocking a ball made entirely of rubber bands onto the floor. Women were always on their phones, why was this one any different?

Because her sole purpose in life is to make everything difficult.

He glowered in the direction of Lute’s spotless desk. This was all her fault. If she hadn’t of approached Sera with her shitty statistics and stupid proposal, he wouldn’t be facing the prospect of a pointless life in less than a year’s time. Sera would have just let Extermination Day continue as it was, and things would stay the same. Stay normal.

And now, he had to figure out a way to coexist peacefully with the she-devil. Pretend to support her ideas. Not lump his paperwork on her. Make small talk with her.

Fuck his life.

“Ribs or wings?” He asked the empty chair. He figured he may as well sound out some practice questions in preparation. “Actually neither, you’d be the type to survive on gross shit like protein shakes and probably don’t know what real food tastes like. Alright…” he cleared his throat. “Uh, what was the last movie that made you laugh? Nah, that one’s dumb, I don’t think you’ve been programmed to laugh or understand humour.” He groaned. “Last one, because I’m starting to feel like a dickhead. Most fuckable member of a band…go!”

Silence.

Adam narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, you would pick the drummer,” he grumbled, standing up. He reached for his phone and tried calling Lute again. Bitch better pick up, or he’d search every nook and cranny of this complex for her. And once he found her, she’d have hell to pay. Screw the idea of a truce, she was pissing him off now.

“You’ve reached Lute. Leave me a message if it’s important.”

Beep.

“Fucks sake, Lieutenant, pick up your phone!” He hissed. Instead of locking the phone after hanging up, he hit the message icon instead and tapped out a quick text, tongue between his teeth as he concentrated.

Adam: Lt. Call me. That’s an order!!!

He shoved the phone into his pocket and sighed, puffing his cheeks out. Dammit, he really had no other choice but to find her.

If I were her, where would I spend my spare time? No – it could take hours trying to find her. I need a workaround. Someone who would know where she lives.

Adam grinned maniacally, inspiration suddenly kicking in.

“I’m a ge-ni-us,” he sang to himself, taking his phone out once more and tapping on a contact.

“Hello, Adam. Have you calmed down?”

“Me? Pfft. Don’t worry about me Sera, I’m so fine. I’m calling because I really want to apologise to Lute, but she’s not answering her phone. Do you have her apartment number so I can drop by to check on her?” He balled his hand into a fist near his crotch and made an obscene gesture. Check on her, his ass.

Silence.

“Adam.”

“Sera.”

“If I do this in good faith,” her voice was dangerously cool on the other end of the phone, “and I find out that you’ve misused the information I’ve given you, there will be consequences. Understood?”

“Crystal, boss.”

“Her apartment number is 583. I mean it Adam, one more incident from you and I-”

“SweetkaythanksSeraloveyoubossbye!” He quickly hung up the phone before Sera could finish her sentence. He’d deal with the inevitable lecture he’d get for hanging up on her later.

He had a lieutenant to hunt down.

Apartment Block, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

It wasn’t often that Adam found himself in a situation that required him to make a mental pros and cons list.

However, Lute had left him in quite the predicament: her apartment door was slightly ajar. Which meant he was likely to find her in there: big pro.

He was also likely to find her in a more hostile state than usual, given the events that had transpired earlier that day: big con.

But, if he went in, he’d be able to propose a truce, which would help ensure the success of the next Extermination: bigger pro.

Also, he could twist his pitch to emphasise that it would make her job easier: another big pro.

Fuck it, that was all the evidence he needed. He was getting impatient. He nudged the door open, expecting a response from inside. Nothing.

“Lieutenant?” Adam called, pushing the door open further and poking his head inside. “You home?”

No answer.

He frowned as he fully entered the apartment, observing the immaculate home in front of him. His colleague lived a truly minimalistic lifestyle – he found it borderline depressing, really. A small TV, two-seater couch and coffee table were all that occupied her living room. No decorative clutter. No prints on the walls. No photos of friends. Clothes on the floor.

He did a double take. Clothes on the floor?!

That… he hadn’t been expecting. Then again, he didn’t take Lute as the type to leave her front door unlocked and open when she was nowhere to be seen.

He strode forward, trying to get his bearings around her apartment based on the trail of her clothes. Crop and socks by the kitchen counter to his left. He walked past the discarded pants next to the couch on his right. A dead end with two closed doors and…something scrunched up on the floor? He bent to take a closer look and bolted upright once he realised what it was.

Her underwear.

Dismayed, he blinked repeatedly at the offending item of clothing on the floor in front of him. This surely had to be some kind of fucked-up fever dream. Because if somebody had told him that during his search for his second-in-command that he’d find himself staring down at her underwear on the floor, he would have thrown them down into the pits of Hell himself.

“Sera must have put some kind of curse on me with her four hundred weird eyes,” he muttered. “This is too messed up to be real.” He took a wide berth, desperate to avoid the offending undergarment, and found himself directly in front of one door, with another to his left. Both were closed.

He tentatively opened the door in front of him, hoping to catch her in bed, asleep. Where else could she possibly be? He knew he’d likely pay for it – she wasn’t likely to enjoy being woken up, least of all by him – but it’d be worth it just to see the sheer panic that would likely cross her face for a brief second before she went off the rails.

However, nothing could have prepared Adam for what was behind that door.

Because, he’d found his lieutenant, alright. In the bathtub, her body illuminated only by candlelight.

Naked.

Adam looked down at her, his eyes widening in horror. Oh no. No, no, no. This wasn’t happening. This was meant to be her bedroom, she was supposed to be asleep and she definitely wasn’t supposed to be fucking NAKED.

He’d opened the wrong fucking door.

“SHIT!”

He clapped his hand over the mouth of his mask, accidentally banging the door completely open in the process, revealing his presence to the wide-eyed angel laying in front of him.

The same wide-eyed angel who, renowned for her reputation as a bloodthirsty killer, had a murderous look in her eyes that he’d never seen before, despite many an excursion down to Hell.

Shit. I’m SO dead.

Lute’s Bathroom, Apartment Block, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

“I am going to KILL you!”

The water in her bath had long gone lukewarm, but white-hot heat radiated throughout Lute’s body, starting from her cheeks and spreading rapidly all the way down to her toes. Still seated, she instinctively flung her book to the other side of the room. She desperately grabbed in the direction of her towel with one hand, her other arm pressed tightly against her breasts in a feeble attempt to cover as much skin as possible. She just needed to get this towel around her, sprint to the kitchen, grab the butcher’s knife and-

“Shit!” Adam yelped, turning away from his lieutenant, drawing his golden wings around his middle to protect himself. He hastily began retreating into her lounge, eyes fixed on the front door. At lighting speed, Lute seized her opportunity to stand – an awful squelch filling the room as water sloshed out of the bath onto the floor - and retrieve her towel, hastily wrapping it around her body with one hand, not bothering to dry herself before hurling herself out of the tub towards her superior.

Her wings were weighed down with half of the water from her bath, soaking through her white towel completely so it clung to her like a skin-tight dress. As she ran, enormous puddles of water pooled in her wake, but she didn’t care. Water could be cleaned up anytime.

She had mere moments, however, to violently murder her boss.

With an almighty cry, she launched herself at Adam’s back, still clutching the towel at the top her sternum. Her knee caught him in his lower back, causing him to stumble and trip, face-down onto the carpet of her living room.

“How-” she growled, straddling his upper back with her thighs, knees poking into his armpit, leaning forward so that her free arm curled around the front of his neck, “- the fuck did you get into my house, you disgusting piece of shit?”

“Maybe,” Adam rasped, using both of his hands to pull Lute’s arm away from his windpipe, “you should learn to lock your door, Lieutenant. You left it wide open for all of Heaven to come in and enjoy the show!”

“And you didn’t think it polite to knock?!” she roared. “Or, I don’t know, try calling me first?! What could you possibly want so fucking badly,” she grunted the last word as she squeezed her thighs against his back, bracing herself so she could fend off his hands, which were gradually freeing her elbow from his throat, “that you needed to walk in on me in the fucking bath?! How long were you standing there, perv?!”

Adam groaned in discomfort as her knees dug into his underarms. Lute squeezed harder again as she moved her mouth closer to the side of his head to get close to his ear.

“I am giving you three seconds,” she snarled, ignoring her towel slipping down her chest as she channelled all her energy into closing the gap between her elbow and his neck, “to explain yourself before I choke you to death. I don’t care if Sera casts me down into hell; a life of damnation would be worth it if it meant I got to be the one to end yo-”

Adam’s right hand let go of Lute’s forearm and he braced it on the floor so he could jerk his right shoulder up and over to his left violently, causing Lute to teeter off-balance and fall sideways onto her already bruised hip. She yelped in pain, motionless for a moment and Adam, now free, took advantage of her breather to straddle her thighs, pinning them together with his own. His knees were quickly becoming soaked as he pressed into the wet towel that still clung to her lower body, but he didn’t care. She howled in rage and made to claw at his mask with her free hand before he caught her wrist and held it to the floor above her head, his face only inches above hers. With his other hand, he swiftly untangled Lute’s fist from her towel and brought it up next to her other hand, pinning her down completely.

“Listen here, girlie,” he seethed as she thrashed her legs violently behind him, attempting to use her hips to throw him off. “I didn’t fucking come here to do anything untoward, alright? I needed to talk to you urgently and you weren’t answering your phone. Your door was wide open. What else was I supposed to do?”

“You didn’t notice the trail of clothes on the floor and think I might be otherwise occupied?”

“Oh please, I’ve seen enough thongs to last me an afterlife. Your underwear on the floor wasn’t going to stop me from finding you. Besides, I’d assumed you were in bed, asleep. Hold still you crazy bitch, I need to talk to you.”

“There is nothing you could need to tell me that necessitates coming into my home uninvited - argh.” She arched her back to try and twist herself free, her towel now dangerously close to being rendered completely useless. Frustrated, wet and spent, she let her head drop back against the carpet, her chest heaving with exhaustion. Adam’s eyes flickered downwards, and he grinned devilishly.

“Didn’t realise you gave up so easily, Dangertits.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?!” she hissed. Her cheeks flushed brilliantly as she looked down and realised that he’d snuck a quick look at her cleavage, which was beginning to spill over the top of her towel.

“You heard me, babe. I think that’s what I’ll refer to you as from now on. It really…” he let his gaze trail down to her chest again, before deliberately taking his time to being his eyes back up to hers again, knowing that he was antagonising her now. A wicked gleam etched across his mask. “…suits you. Ready to wave the white flag and hear me out?”

“I’d rather fucking die.”

“Not an option, Lieutenant. Shut up and stop running that filthy mouth of yours for a sec and listen to me. That’s an order.”

Lute glowered at him.

“Let me go.”

Adam snickered. “Not a chance.”

“Now.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“I’ll tell Sera.”

“Tattling again, Lieutenant? That would be twice today. I’ll give you a hot tip, because I’m feeling generous.” He bent his head low against her ear, his forehead pressing against her hair as he whispered into her ear. “I strongly advise you against it. Wouldn’t want the boss thinking you can’t hold your own now, would you?”

Lute shuddered at his closeness – or was the adrenaline starting to wear off and a chill settling in because of the wet towel? It didn’t matter, anyway. He was right. She couldn’t go to Sera again with something like this. It would make her appear weak. Incapable. Not to mention that the whole situation was utterly humiliating, and there was no way she was telling a single soul about what had happened tonight. Not even Vaggie.

“What do you want, then?”

Adam lifted his head back up, so their faces were parallel once more and scoffed.

“Are you kidding me, babe? We’re not having this conversation right now! In case you haven’t noticed, you’re soaking wet – not in a good way, either – and basically naked. We can talk tomorrow morning.”

“Y-you,” Lute gasped, shutting her eyes in disbelief. After all this, he wasn’t even going to tell her. Oh, how she wanted nothing more than to tear him apart, limb by limb. “You asshole. You evil, conniving sonnuva-”

“Nine o’clock. Our office.” Adam released his grip on her wrist and rose to a standing position. He held out his hand to help her up, but Lute swatted it away angrily. He could shove it up his ass, as far she was concerned.

“Don’t be late.” He straightened his robes and headed towards her front door, whistling merrily to himself. Lute pulled herself into a sitting position, readjusting her towel so she was adequately covered once more. She said a silent prayer of thanks that the wetness of the towel meant that it stuck tight to her lower body, ensuring some level of modesty for her during their scrap. She desperately wanted to scream at him, throw something at his head, charge at him again and make him pay for the humiliation she’d just suffered.

But she didn’t. Because, despite wanting to exact her revenge immediately with every fibre of her being, she was overwhelmingly exhausted. At this point, all she had the energy to do was crawl into bed and forget that she’d even woken up this morning.

Adam grinned as he opened the door.

“At ease, Dangertits.” He saluted her mockingly before exiting.

He managed to close the door just in time to hear the TV remote hit the back of the door and clang to the floor.

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Next time: Lute's suspicious that Adam's trying to poison her.

#hazbin hotel #adam x lute #guardrock #guitarspear #guitarspear fic #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin lute

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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Keep requesting from different people with no luck but what if jason voorhees had a S/O who reads to him when he's "sleeping" in the lake and he has dreams about the story and has a dream of him and the reader as beauty and the beast?

Reading B&B to Jason + Dream stuff!

while this isnt a slasher blog and i am grossly underqualified to speak of anything book related to beauty and the beast, i truly do love this idea + i really felt the whole request thing </3 this aint perfect but i hope you enjoy it regardless! may your other/future requests be answered someday! !!!quick note, admins only exposure to beauty and the beast is the original disney film, they have never read any renditions of it so theyre going off the basic bare bones concept not proof read, i am literally belting this out before i gotta bake an order </3

I could be silly, i could make him dream of himself as the beauty as opposed to being the beast, but im not 100% sure how i would go about writing that.... perhaps ill save that for the next time my slasher brainrot strikes me

i think he would love that you read for him, small little act that helps heal that inner child inside him + it reminds him of how his mom used to read to him at night. its almost bittersweet... im torn on whether or not pam would've read him beauty and the beast/similar adjacent tales. I admit, I'm not sure how many renditions of the story there are, and which ones were around when Jason was a kid but lets say, for convivence lets say she didnt

whenever you read to him hes hooked on every word you say, head in your lap and looking up at you with this sort of sparkle in his eye. loves it when you put on goofy voices for different characters. generally a very calm and peaceful moment between the two of you

so imagine offering to read the story to him, and he is just. totally immersed. even before he falls asleep he sees the parallels between the book and you, bonus if you somehow find a way to show him the disney movie of it

as for the dreams, naturally he's in the beasts position. solitary and secluded away from others, and self admittedly from the man himself, a sight for sore eyes (no matter how much some may disagree), and you as the beauty (not that much changes in the dream, he already sees you as something radiant)

the first time he has the dream he doesnt really say anything about it, actually he doesnt remember most of the dream thanks to him nearly forgetting everything that second he wakes up

but the dream keeps happening, even long after you first read the story to him, and each night he seems to be able to piece everything together

you wander into his home, and he keeps you. protects you, actually. the events of your arrival in the dream are blurred, but seem to line up with how you first entered his life.

theres no talking furniture, unfortunately

however i do wanna say theres talking animals in their place

nature boy

actually, jason doesnt seem to be a prince in his dreams, just a simple man

hes not even a physical monster in his dreams.

but unlike the disney adaptation, when the whole... breaking the curse thing happens, there is no transformation. so hey, theres that at least

he eventually talks to you about it, sheepishly signing the details to you as he tries to not seem embarrassed about it. but he cant help but to get giddy when he sees your smile

"aww you dream about me?" is a comment sure to make his signing pause for a second before he covers his hands over his mask

i wish i had more for this but im on a bit of a time crunch atm and as stated in the authors note my only exposure is the disney film and SOBS

you (making sure hes okay with the nickname first, obviously) playfully call him beast, and he starts calling you beauty

the story eventually kind of becomes you guys' thing, like how some couples have their song or their movie or their whatever

#slasher x you #slasher imagine #slasher x reader #jason voorhees x you #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees imagine

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koos-kave · 10 months

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Thinking about Satan playing piano for you… Inspired by Satan’s character song

Random person on SioLevi central read it through for me|| Satan x G!N Reader ||implied past sexual encounter(s) if you squint… || TW for pianos and blonde guys • . • . • . • . • . • . • . • . • You’re sitting next to Satan on the piano bench, legs folded neatly underneath you causing you to appear slightly taller which roused a quiet chuckle from your lover.

“You told me you had something to show me.” You watched with interest as Satan’s dexterous fingers (you knew how skilled he was with them from experience) ghosted over the piano’s keys with uncharacteristic gentleness for someone closely associated with the sin of wrath, “It better be really good since you haven’t been spending a lot of time with me lately. Was it because I called Belphegor a narcoleptic emo?”

Satan merely shook his head, “I haven’t been avoiding you if that’s what you think has been going on, and I would never be upset with you for being observant. Your assessment of Belphegor was frighteningly accurate.” Satan looked over at you, noticing how your eyes were trained on his hands.

You opened your mouth to try and prevent Satan from making a smart remark, but judging by the smug grin on his face you were too late-

“Ah, it would seem…” Satan smirked, flexing his fingers, “…that you’re well acquainted with them, hmm?”

“Satan! You-” You were quickly silenced with a chaste kiss. Satan’s mischievous grin quickly returned to the soft smile he’d offered you when you’d first sat down beside him.

“You know I love to tease you, seeing you so flustered seems to be helping ease my nerves.”

“Nervous? You don’t have to be shy around me, and after what you just did I think you’ve lost the right to act coy right now.” You rubbed Satan’s back soothingly, not willing to verbally admit you were worried for him.

Satan nodded, you swear you could hear something resembling a content purr from Satan. Your eyes softened at the sight of his shoulders relaxing. You knew he hated to admit it, but Satan often second guessed himself. You supposed it was partly due to logical disposition, “I’ve spent the last week working on this. I enjoyed it, I really did. Whether is was spending countless hours trying to condense even a fraction of my love for you into writing, coming up with a satisfactory melody, or even putting both together and rehearsing. I loved every second of it because each of those seconds I spent thinking about you, but now that I’ve sat down to actually do this…” Satan sighed, casting his gaze to the floor in shame, “I’m starting to feel like it’s a bit silly.”

“Satan… did you compose a song for me?” You tilted your head slightly, “Is that why you’ve been spending less time with me lately?”

“Yes, and I was hoping to have kept that a surprise until I was finished performing it. I was never intending to voice these insecurities.” Your heart sank when Satan curled his hands into fists, “You think it’s stupid too, don’t you?”

“Of course it’s stupid.”

Ouch, hearing you put it so bluntly hurt quite a bit.

“The whole concept of love is stupid.” You quickly leaned over to rest your head on Satan’s now trembling shoulder, “If love was logical it would be boring. Mammon is the stupid kind of stupid, but feelings are the good kind of stupid.” You paused and took note of how adorable Satan looked when he snorted in amusement, “Sometimes you have to stop calculating every little thing and just be stupid. You fell for a stupid human so that, in a way, also makes you stupid.”

“Wow… that was… quite profound, even with your frankly subpar vocabulary.” Satan’s eyes met your own, and strangely this exchange felt more intimate than anything the two of you had previously shared, “Such a wise sentiment is proof enough that you’re more intelligent than you give yourself credit for. I didn’t fall for you because of the way you looked, your intelligence, your family, or to annoy a certain pompous avatar of pride. I fell for you because you’re so outrageously you.”

You felt a wave of a pleasant kind of embarrassment wash over you, “I want nothing more right now than to listen to the song you made for me. It wouldn’t be very smart of you to put your hard work to waste…”

Satan paused to admire you for a bit. Sometimes wrath had to remind himself that this was real, that you were his lover. Satan suddenly wrapped you in a tight embrace, as if you’d disappear in an instant if he let you go. He pulled away, letting out a shuddering breath when you wiped a stray tear threatening to fall from his watery eyes, “Seems you’ve only managed to infatuate me more, my love…” Satan turned back to the piano laying in front of him, and with a final loving look in your direction he began to play.

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Read My Heart

I got shy and almost didn’t post this, I had to take my own advice!

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goingghostcomic · 17 days

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Does the fact that DP now has an official canon continuation affect you while working on the comic

Like does the new canon stuff influence your own vision or has your vision for your reboot remained the same since you started?

Sorry it's taken so long to answer so I'll match with a long answer and update in my process, I'm so sorry lol

But no, an official canon continuation will not stop me from making the comic. And while I do own the new comic and plan on getting all the future official DP merch I can get my hands on, it wont effect my story in the slightest because I haven't read it. Plus I've already written my story and I'm very happy with it. I will someday read the new comic but not anytime soon, I'm just so happy it exists and that it's in my hands either way.

What might stop me (for a little bit at least) is a full on rebooted series, not a continuation/revival because the fandom has been around so long and we've all influenced each other in big or little ways. And since we're all playing in the same sandbox there's naturally some overlap. But this started as a pitch bible/proof of concept for a full on reboot of my own and if there's an active reboot airing I'd be very sad it wasn't mine (so silly I know lol but it's true).

What has stopped me is the a back and forth issue I have on the comic in general. I have found a style of comic I enjoy making, but I have gotten in my own head about it being stiff and bad. I know practice make progress and I'm getting more confident about it and also considering making it into a fic with art and slowly adapting it into a comic just so I can have some thing to post and put out there. But my iPad is dying and outside of sketches on paper I haven't been able to write or draw to the extent I'd like. I've been saving for a new one for a while now and about half way there but life happens and it takes a toll on my savings. So I'm trying to decide what's the best way to proceed and I have a lot of options and that's also a little overwhelming, which sounds silly typing out. But it's easy for me to feel guilt every time I try to commit to one game plan because all my best options rely on me getting a new iPad

#ask me anything #danny phantom reboot planning #going ghost comic #goingghostcomic #its been hard saving for an ipad lol #i have to take care of bills and my mom #plus im slowly getting merch to open a shop #and hopefully that'll help too #all ipad time i can get has been to prep merch for sale #im at over 40k words at the halfway point of my second detailed draft #one more sweep and it might be fic ready #i just haven't decided whats the best route to take because I have SO MUCH in the concept and rough stages still #i might be bitching and moaning in the tags about money #but im sure as hell not going to ask for it unless I have something solid and tangible in return #but this is why my art production has functionally halted #sorry for using your ask as an infodump update #ive been hesitant to make one because I dont want to let anyone down #not you or my followers or myself

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mamuzzy · 5 months

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Okay, my temporary-brainfuckery is over, I'm kind of hyped now about the new year and can look back at 2023 with much more contentment. So I jumped on the train of doing Art Summary too :))) (template HERE)

Yeah, what the fuck did I do in the first half of the year... honestly, I don't remember. No, really, I can't remember...

My sketchbook can be dated back to 2021 with some old Touken Ranbu and merfolk sketches, but I don't remember actually opening it this year until june...

...and guys, I actually have only a few pages left to fill!!!! I kind of proud of myself. Joining into TCW fandom really did wonders with my creativity and productivity.

I'll get sappy with this probably, but the existence of this blog, a filled up sketchbook in my hand is the very proof that I exist. When bdick fucks me in the brain, I can't remember having these wonderful memories of creating but when my mind clears from the fog, I come up here, looking at my little fortress, looking at my silly doodles, I don't feel that I have to build up everything from the start, and I actually managed to create a safe-place for myself that welcomes me back when I return from those dark places. My art maybe not visually pleasing, my anatomy is shit, but they are mine and most importantly THEY EXIST.

❀ My artistic plans for the future in this blog... ❀ ❀ To continue creating: daily doodles. Not sure about uploading it daily but maybe making compilations from my sketchbook from time-to-time. I'm expecting to have a more relaxed job time-wise, also I'm on a medication now due to my migraines, maybe I won't spend half of my year sleeping just escape from the pain. ❀ Creating character bios for my OC's. ❀ Participating in events/doing challenges: The whole concept is scary for me because deadlines are stressing me out, and I'm a slow artist.

❀ One of the self-made challenge: Redraw my sketchbook from 2012-2014. I probably mentioned that I've found it some time ago and actually chickened out from uploading them because most of the sketches in them are quite... hmm... bpd related without me knowing I had bpd back then (also i don't want them to hide under cut because then what's the point of uploading???). But it would be interesting to redesign them and make a comparison post about it.

❀ be more authentic with my art: my original plan with this blog was to use art to heal myself, and while drawing funny stuff is great, I still believe I'm self-censoring myself both in art and both in personal posts just like I'm masking in real life and it's. fucking. exhausting. My mental fuckery is a part of my life, part of me.

❀ Writing short stories: TCW, TBB, RepComm, million ideas in my head.

❀ Getting started on my Deadshot story: A multichaptered longfic starting from Umbara arc (I wrote ARC again), following the canon events but will deviate at some points.

❀ Getting started on my urban fantasy Coruscant Guard Story.

I could go on but I don't want to set unrealistic and unachievable goals either. YEAR JUST STARTED AND IT'S ALMOST OVER!!!

Thank you for hanging out with me in 2023, thank you for giving me a chance with those prompt-games and requests. I love you guys.

#art summary 2023 #the clone wars #the bad batch #republic commando #mamuzzy draws stuff

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a-weird-writer · 2 years

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It's interesting that Diablo doesn't stir even in front of an eldritch entity, any human would probs go mad when seeing an eldritch true form but Diablo keeps together. I love all the little details you mention, especially when it comes to the descriptions of madness and the inhuman similarities he and eldritch reader share. Honestly he would prefer the true form probably.

Thank you, I love writing horror!

Gore gives me brain rot; I'm melting beneath the monsters that wanna rip me apart and the horrors that wanna destroy the planet. Eldritches and the moral concept of the mind, horror and scares send me in a massive spiral, with the drama and suspense packed into it? Amazing!

It's a whole lotta fun to run deep into, and its great practice if you ever want a feel for the horror genre. There are so many things you can do, more things to experiment with. I own a bookcase full of horror I admire revisiting, my inspiration mainly stems from them and other books I grew up with.

It made sense to me that Diablo wouldn't flinch in front of an Eldritch, given why and how he acts in TTIGRAAS canon. He is by no means a fool, and even more merciless. Less so to his kind and those separate in inhumanity, to which you are an upmost product of. A pinacol of extreme strain furthest thing from human, a foreign definition of unbalance further then demons themselves. Just more reasons to show no weakness, with you at a level of 'supernatural' Diablo could never physically reach no matter what form he evolves or achieves.

It takes an enormous amount of effort to intimate, let alone flinch, Diablo the slightest bit, head straight and his back even straighter. He is pretty fearless and cares not for the contrary. I said multiple times before, Diablo is completely unmoved by appearances all together, even ones meant to...

'unhinge' the brain.

The thing with Diablo is not only is he inhuman, but also extremely experienced. In other words, knowledgeable in more ways than one in good and evil. He knows quite a lot and knows exactly how useful-and dangerous-such knowledge is. Well informed of the powers and possible secrets beyond his world. As there are always shadows, he has only seen near all. Powers ahead and behind, in between and hidden, waiting for the light to drive them out. You are just another shadow, in need of studying, yet another secret to be revealed.

Uncovering thought and purpose is what Diablo specializes in, leaving no stone, vein and magicule unturned. Pride is Diablo's sin, and he absolutely shows it. There is no silliness with Diablo-even in the games he plays-only a master of the chess board, who aims to use his pawns to the fullest potential and predict the moves of his opponent long before they make it. In fact, it's something he is passionate about; the excitement, the amount of pleasure and satisfaction he gains from unveiling an ancient mystery, unraveling the world's lost wonders over yonder.

And what greater mystery then you?

A glitch, tearing solar wind in space, and a mistake in natural design?

No degree of science, experience in this universe or understanding could ever comprehend you, not when they measure with normalcy. No one who is normal, no one who is human could ever hope to survive singularity, your unstable, unchained self.

Your existence, the proof of a where above the atmosphere, requires a substantial amount of sheer will power and understanding-assuming you could be understood entirely-to even keep oneself' together, so much so you have to stabilize and simplify yourself beyond to walk amongst people,

even then it's still a stretched maybe.

Seeing as Diablo is a primordial demon that committed his fair share of atrocities within or outside Rimuru's rule,

no person in their right mind would call Diablo normal.

Diablo is a demonic weapon of mass destruction. He witnessed madness and insanity aplenty in his line of work, in all his centuries of walking the Earth. Downfalls of angels, humans and their greedy spiral for power and wealth. As well as fellow calamities, falling victim to their destruction and despair. Evidenced further by the primordial Demon Lords and their flow in the natural world, the innate fear they strike and the mayhem-all life devested within their range-they bring forth. To both innocent and deserving.

While Diablo is not immune to trauma, he experiences it vastly different than how normal people do, as expected from an ancient demon.

Cold as ice, incredibly discreet and ever most loyal to a fault. An enigma as you are, unpredictable and crafty as they may come. A shadow in a shadow, a secret of secrets. A riddle designed to confuse and overwhelm the morals, driven with very keen interest in the unknown and the mysteries of his world, the offers on the harsh outside.

Diablo is one of the few people who will effectively stand up to intense beings like Eldritches and some of the fewer that can come to understand them-or in this case you-individually and carefully. Or relate to them on certain scales.

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nastasyafilippovnabarashkova · 5 months

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a third jimmystasya proof based on the prompt "flamethrower"

silly taglist: @knightfallships @tothemoon-ships

“Do you know what a flamethrower is, Nastenka?” I asked her while adjusting my cravat, getting ready to go to the opera.

She sighed, plucking a rhinestone off her skirt and looking at it with disinterest before throwing it my way. “No. Do we have to go to this opera? I don’t want to go. Let's stay home and read.”

“You wanted to go this morning. Two tickets to Robert le Diable, kind of a big deal, very expensive…” I waved the tickets in front of her. “Don’t you think it would be good for you to go out? You haven’t been anywhere in three days… what will people think?” I asked her teasingly. “And what do we have to read besides my textbooks? You’ve read everything else on the shelf several times.”

“They were not expensive. You stole them from the General’s portfolio when Gavril Ardalionovitch wasn’t looking. But, to commend your efforts, I suppose I’ll go. I won’t promise to stay awake through all five acts.”

In the carriage, after convincing me it would look unseemly if I was kneeling on the floor the entire time, she asked, “What was it about a flamethrower? If it wasn’t something you were saying only to get my attention.”

I leaned over to whisper in her ear, as if it was some illicit information. “It’s a device, a sort of thing that… it shoots flammable liquid… lights it on fire with…. Fire… you see?” My explanations were not the most comprehensible, since I was at the moment busying myself with buttoning up the back of her gown. I was hoping there was an unspoken metaphor somewhere in my words, but even I knew that was a stretch.

“Oh, didn’t the Greeks have something like that?” she was quiet for a moment, biting her lip slightly while lost in thought. I too, was silent, because she looked so very beautiful at the moment I wouldn’t dare interrupt her. “Yes, yes, I think they did. So you aren’t making it up, then! Good job, Yasha, your studies are leaving some knowledge in your little head. Was there a point in bringing it up?”

“I was thinking that if I could flamethrow a person, as it were, if they happened to look at you in an insulting way, especially certain persons we don’t speak of in good company, it would lead us both to have much happier lives.”

She took my arm from where it was still fiddling with her buttons and warmly pressed my hand, the fur lining of her gloves tickling my skin. “I wouldn’t be at all opposed to that concept. If you happen to come upon a flamethrower, or, God forbid, happen to make one yourself for homework in one of your classes, I would be willing to test it for you. But I fear I would become overzealous and burn down that whole damned apartment. I’ve been meaning to move out for so long, the place disgusts me, all the wealth… burning it down would be a delightful excuse. Then we could live in the streets and bored princes could pay you to set their debts aflame.”

I stroked her cheek and kissed her before she got any more carried away, although of course I loved to hear her go on about absolutely anything.

When we arrived at the opera, she pretended to be bored so we could spend almost the entirety of the first act making eye contact and trying not to laugh at any number of unspoken jokes about what was taking place on stage. The General happened to have good tickets in a private box, which led to many a debaucherous opportunity. This was only taken advantage of when I tapped Nastasya’s foot with my own, using enough force to dislodge her shoe. She wouldn’t look at me for half of the second act after that.

After a while, she nudged me. “Did you see, down there? Totsky’s here, the bastard! He has a lot of nerve to be here when I am. He’s not as afraid of me as he should be.”

“I don’t think he knew you were going to be here, darling,” I said jokingly, but put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me since I knew she would be upset at the bastard’s presence, even if she didn’t want to show it. “If he did know, I’m sure he would run away right this instant.”

“It’s a shame we don’t have that flamethrower,” she said thoughtfully, “I would pull it out right now. You would have to be carrying it, of course, it’s not the sort of thing a lady would carry, but then again, I’m not a lady-”

I gave her shoulders an affectionate squeeze. “Shush. You are. I’ll carry it.”

“And I suppose the range wouldn’t be very large. I’d have to go down there and find him before he got away.”

“I can make sure he won’t get away.”

“Then I’d have to figure out how to start it up, and I suppose I’d be a little nervous.”

“I don’t think you’d be nervous.”

“No, you’re right. I wouldn’t. I would kill him right there, then come back up here with you and watch the rest of this boring opera.”

I knew she didn’t think it was boring because she almost cried during the last aria, but I kept that to myself. “It would be a fine intermission. Better than this one.”

“Oh, intermission already.”

The rest of the intermission was spent with the very wholesome activity of seeing just how much kissing we could get away with. It was a very acceptable amount, considering the shadows in the box. I went and got her ice cream with the last two kopecks in my pocket, then used the last two kopecks in someone else’s pocket to get her a fancy little sandwich.

Although the rest of the opera wasn’t any more boring than the beginning had been, I was very tired from a day of studying and running around town, so I did end up falling asleep on her shoulder. She didn’t wake me up and I presume and enjoyed the weight of my body on hers, since I imagine she might have been a bit anxious, considering the circumstances. She was, after all, a good pillow, her perfume being lavender-esque, lulled me into a deeper sleep. I had very pleasant dreams of doing exactly what we did that night because my subconscious couldn’t think of anything better. I only woke up when she shook me and whispered in my ear a threat to leave me behind and run off with the actors. I woke up in no short amount of time, grabbing her possessively and overdramatically begging her not to leave me for the fellow in the red tights who was currently bowing on the stage.

After exiting the opera house, I held her hand in both of mine, intent on keeping it warm as snow began to fall. The snowflakes were large, their shapes almost discernible even as they were falling, and looked like glitter in her hair and I had to stop her from shaking them off.

“Don’t, they look so pretty!” I insisted, pulling her down the street as if we were running through a snowy forest rather than walking on the dirty street.

She laughed, allowing herself to be pulled in accordance with my fantasy. “My hair will be all wet. You’re terribly impractical, Yashka.”

“It’ll be wet anyway. I’m more concerned about these pretty little hands of yours! We must do something so that they don't freeze off.

She removed her hands from mine, wiggling her fingers as if to say, “they are very firmly on my arm,” but I stopped her nonsense by grabbing one of her hands, putting in my coat pocket, and pressing the other one to my heart.

“There you are. Now we just have to maintain this arrangement for five more blocks.”

#ill write the spaghetti part at some point i just wanted to finish this. there #writing #jimmystasya

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volfoss · 1 year

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Silly little doll box opening (kind of) post for um a VERY heavily modified body :)

This is kind of a two in one post as I bought this head and it FINALLY came weeks ago and i have been waiting for his body to start working on him!

So the head was stuck in the UK for 2 plus weeks but he's absolutely gorgeous. Arrived to me with a slightly damaged faceup but he is probably the only more realistic styled bjd I'll ever get because his PROFILE!!!!! He's got such a gorgeous nose and such a kind smile, as well as the cutest ears that stick out.

^ stealing Dindrane's body (they are about 10 cm of a height difference so it did NOT work but it was nice to get a proof of concept for him on a body!) And him blank! Literally no pictures can capture how lovely he is irl 🥺

The body was a HUNT. His resin color is one that is very hard to match, much less when it's yellowed like he was (iirc he's about 10 or so years old) so I had been keeping my eyes out on the secondhand market. At the same time, I'd been HAUNTED by this very modified body that was the right scale but would be a ton of work to get it where I wanted it to be. I spotted this body months before I bought the head but continued to tell myself I would NOT get it because the amount of work would be immense. The more I looked into bodies and when I compared the one I had been considering, the colors were far too off. In the back of my brain, I remembered the body that I had been beating the temptation to get for months and hunted for resin comparisons. Funnily enough it seemed it would match really well or at least close enough so I bit the bullet and went for it. This body has been spray painted and sculpted on but it was objectively the best deal and the best match so I was pretty hopeful. (I love to get big projects and have 30 million of them). The neck measurements were also super close so I was PUMPED to get him on a body.

The body came to me unstrung (and I promptly forgot this information until I opened the box and was like oh fuck it is going to be a silly restringing moment)

I cannot even remotely emphasize just HOW big this doll is and how much I did not expect that. His torso (not even including his chest) is the size of my hand.

^ rough resin match which showed the head was a tiny bit lighter but I needed to sand the body anyways and it was lightly body blushed so I have pretty high hopes it'll match when I'm done :) or at least close enough! The tendril looking things are the sculpted on bits and I plan on keeping them a bit, but sanding some completely off and some down a little to fit my vision for him!

All unpacked and laid out! He's absolutely GORGEOUS sculpting wise, the detail on the hands and feet alone are more than worth it for me!

Like the veins and the overall sculpting are SO gorgeous. I'm so happy with him :)

^ kitty cat helper 🥺 i was having the fight of my life with this body because he comes up to me eye level when I'm sitting down. He's BIG. (Iirc nearly 30 inches tall) and very heavy!

I had to redo the stringing here but seeing him all put together was so so good! It fits his head size perfectly and is the exact body shape I wanted for him!

^ fully put together!! He's got so much personality and honestly is gonna be so so fun for me to work on!

^ next to my other biggest dolls. He is a UNIT

#twist rambles #bjd posting #dindrane #maris #aramis #<- sculpt name hopefully ill remember I tagged under this since he has no name as of rn #fun facts his dick is jointed. thats why im having to take extra caution censoring it bc it is THERE.

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theashemarie · 1 year

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Raph 2.0 - ROTTMNT Fic

It's Mikey who asks: “How do you tell a brain scan that it’s a brain scan and not the real thing?” Leo waves him off. It’ll never come to that. Eventually he counts the days not by sunrises or brain scans. He counts in moments post-Raph.

[Quite frankly, I don't normally write stuff like this and I don't know if I'm going to continue this, but this little 900 word proof of concept keeps niggling me, so I figured I'd post it to get a feel. If you're interested in more, let me know, yeah?

For more of my work, see my ao3.

Content warning for major character death (not depicted on screen) and brief underage drinking (for the USA anyway--mentioned and not depicted). It's the bad future, folks.]

Time is a blur in the apocalypse. After a while, Leo loses track of the days and events. Donnie mutters about memory encoding and lack of sleep as he scrapes uselessly at the bottom of the second-to-last plastic tub of cheap, off brand coffee, but they all largely ignore him.

For a while, Leo counts the time by brain scan. It was a morbid, Frankenstein idea, suggested by an eighteen-year-old Donnie after one too many drinks, but one he followed through on. As Donnie first fitted the electrodes to his head with his perpetually cold hands, Leo realized that the hushed, drunken whispering had in fact been an admission, a first-time utterance of a desperate, almost-complete idea. If he scanned all their brains regularly, Donnie slurred, some piece of them could live on if the impossible occurred.

Leo is the test dummy, and he stares at his brainwaves after the fact, trying to find himself in the dips and rises. Donnie copies it five times, to different drives, backups for the backups of Leo’s backup, and it’s done.

Raph gives in next, seeing the utility of it, even as Mikey resists. The morality of it is too messy for their youngest, most thoughtful brother, and he outlines nightmare scenarios to Leo over scribbled evacuation plans, drafted escape routes—“How do you tell a brain scan that it’s a brain scan and not the real thing?”

Leo waves him off. It’ll never come to that.

Eventually he counts the days not by sunrises or brain scans. He counts in moments post-Raph.

Day 1: Mikey is nowhere to be found for hours, and Casey Jr. finds him sitting in a tree, leg swinging, unable to do anything but cry. Leo holds him close and weeps with him.

Day 5: Donnie hasn’t said a word since they returned, uneven, four-turned-three, and Leo only sees him in glimpses.

Day 17: They have to move base, and there’s no one to carry all the little children on their back, no one to distract them with silly stories and I Spy. They walk, holding hands, and look incredibly lost.

Day 25: An attempt at an intervention in a new location. Their oldest brother doesn’t haunt this new, temporary base, so Leo and Mikey find the strength to force their way into Donnie’s little corner.

Day 25: They stare up at Donnie’s newest creation. They take in the familiar shapes of the face and body. Mikey grabs Leo’s arm in a way that says that Leo’s strong frame is the only thing keeping him upright.

Day 25: Leo says, “What. The hell. Is this?”

Donnie says, “It’s exactly what it looks like. It’s Raph 2.0.”

Leo says, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

And Donnie says, “Everything. Same as you.”

Donnie requests that his brothers attend with him when he uploads the brain scan.

“Last scan was right before…” He trails off mid-explanation, but they all know. Before the worst day of their lives. “He won’t know what happened. He’ll be confused and will need familiar faces.”

“It,” Leo stresses, “will be fine.”

Donnie sends him a pained glance. “He is Raph. The brain scan is Raph’s. There’s no functional difference—”

“Like hell there isn’t!” Leo cries, smashing his fist on the table. “Raph is gone, and you’re trying to run off and replace him!”

“I—”

“Admit it!”

“Leo.” Mikey’s hand lands on his arm and, when Leo and Donnie look at him, he sighs, big and heavy. He seems to have aged ten years in a month. “We need to do this.”

It’s the last thing Leo expected from him, and he jerks away. “What? You hate this brain scan stuff.”

Mikey sighs again. “I do, but it’s too late now.”

“He hasn’t uploaded it yet!”

“I know, but he will. There’s no stopping him. Unless you want to delete the scan.”

Leo feels something big, huge, and dark open up inside him. Mikey’s voice is modulated, careful, and he’s not looking at either of them. Instead, his eyes are trained on the emotionless face of the robot that Donnie somehow built, transported here, and reassembled without either of them knowing. He looks broken, Leo’s little brother, and like he’s facing down a grief large enough to swallow him whole.

Deleting the scans would be the ethical thing to do. Raph is gone. Their giant, warm, protective older brother has been taken from them, and there’s no getting him back—at least in ways that won’t feel like a dark facsimile. Donnie is attempting to raise the dead, that’s all this is. Some sort of macabre, technological necromancy that’s attempting to plug in holes that will never be repairable. Deleting the scans will allow all of them to move on.

It’s the right thing to do.

But Leo isn’t sure if he can.

“You’ll have to kill me,” Donnie says, flat, and Leo sees his hand curl around the collapsed tech bo he keeps on his hip. There’s a steeliness to his gaze that says that he’s completely serious. He’s willing to fight to the death to protect the last remnants of their oldest brother.

“I’m not going to kill you,” Leo answers, unmoored, drifting out to sea without any shoreline to guide him. “And we’re not deleting the scan.”

“Leo,” Mikey says, and wraps his fingers around Leo’s. “We need to be there. For Raph.”

Leo stares down at his fists, feeling approximately like the world is somehow ending even more than it already was. For Raph.

Because it’s their brother’s scan. It’s Raph as he was, right before they lost him. The robot won’t know any better. Raph won’t know any better.

Raph won’t know that he died.

They’ll have to tell him.

Mikey squeezes his hand, and Leo knows then that his little brother has already put this together.

“This sucks,” Leo groans, and it’s all the agreement Donnie needs.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise move spoilers #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ashe writes #honestly the morality of robots and brain scans was too interesting for me to pass up #even if writing angst like this wears me out #unstoppable force (interesting sci-fi tropes) vs immovable object (general lack of stamina when it comes to angst)

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transmissionsfromthebattlefield · 5 months

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There's No Trains To Heaven

Things I made this semester: A just barely 19 page long historiography paper. An accompanying 7 and a half page long research proposal with 22 page long annotated bibliography because I found too many interesting sources and had too much to say about them. An 8 page long paper about seditious speech that could have been a little shorter but I had too much to say about that, too. One data research analysis report (with accompanying fun bar graph). A basically functional, entirely responsive website with 7 individual pages (which I'm still putting the final touches on). In between all of this I recorded an eleven song album of nuclear reactor core folk ditties, all by my lonesome.

T’was a good semester.

I also changed my major. Again. This summer I'd declared a second major in history to go with my studies in emerging media and technology with a minor in web design. But I wasn't too sure about the latter degree. Part of why I was clinging to EMAT was plain ol' fear, to be completely honest. Not a crippling or conscious fear, but the oft-restated assumption lingering in the back of my head: it'll make you marketable. If you get a bachelor of arts, you'll either be out of a decent job or trapped in the stressful, low-paying world of education. Get that ~science~ certificate in your life and you'll be rolling in that dough and not destute, unlike those silly B.A. kids.

Well, I don't necessarily agree with that train of thought. Having had the concept of "STEM" shoved down my throat in even middle school, I've grown critical of the importance we place on those fields specifically. As vital as technology and science are, you also have to realize that the social sciences are just as useful to, well, society. Yet such fields are looked down upon. No wonder people nowadays are barely capable of critical thought, take everything (especially media) at face value, and barely know the basic facts about their own country's past. It's because we condition kids to doze off in their classes and not take education on any level seriously, especially not the subjects associated with boring, stuffy things like reading and interpreting and thinking. Too much hard work, let's rah-rah the football team instead.

Learning history and connecting it to the present is one of the most important things you can do to become a more aware citizen, and it's time we stop pushing this culture of self-consciousness over what people think of us because of our degrees or careers and actually work on ourselves to actually get some informed participation in society. As for the career part, my workplace on campus is proof enough to me that studying history can get you a fulfilling job that lets you utilize the skills you honed and information about the wider world you picked up in your studies. It helps you connect with people and their past experiences. It helps you contextualize the world you currently live in. And by studying things objectively, it helps you become a more logical person less swayed by disgusting propagandic appeals to emotion. It just helps you become a better person. Realizing that that is the path I want to take, as opposed to sticking with a major I just wasn't fully jiving with in the name of some enigmatic ideal of making my chosen institution proud or something, is very freeing.

The web design minor is staying because I just genuinely love twiggling around with my little HTML and CSS files and applying my graphic design Skillz in that manner. On the other hand, I've picked up another minor: creative writing. I've always taken my writing abilities for granted; I'm a great writer, I'd say. But only now have I really felt empowered (to use a cheesy term for lack of a better one) to express it in a creative way - and not just in the songwriting department. I think I felt for a while that I had to suppress my "creative" side in order to appear serious to...I don't even know who I was trying to appeal to. But my brain has been firing off in too many directions lately, and has been too inspired by the world around me and my various influences to let my individual perspective linger in the background. I gotta do me.

So I went from English while enrolling --> Journalism because I was under the assumption that all the English majors were going to be Swifties --> Public Relations for a few weeks because I had no idea what I was doing --> Emerging Media and Technology with web design concentration --> History + EMAT + web design --> History major + web design minor + creative writing minor. That's a really weird and still incomplete circle, but it's fun to think about.

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 8 months

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Here's some stuff about a comedy show I heard recently called Lou Wall versus the Internet. I meant to write a proper review of the show; obviously I ended up doing what I frequently do, which is slipping into a bunch of personal stuff that the show made me think of. What can I say, I'm not Steve Bennett. We can't all be Steve Bennett. It was a very good and well put together show and I recommend it to anyone who has the chance to see it.

Spoiler alert for a show that's still touring.

So, I’ve gotten into a relatively specific comedy demographic lately: the queer Australian. Obviously we all know about Hannah Gadsby as proof of concept that the queer Australian comedian is a good idea, but I somewhat recently watched/heard all the works I could find by Laura Davis and Geraldine Hickey. Then last week found a couple of shows by Zoe Coombs Marr and wondered why I’d waited so long to get into her, it was brilliant. And of course, when it comes to queer Australian comedy, representing the men’s side we’ve got Tom Ballard. It’s a solid demographic.

I’ve just heard a show by a person I’d not heard of before named Lou Wall, and can now add another one to the list. It’s one of the most intense comedy shows I’ve ever heard; I quickly realized that this isn’t one I can listen to while half paying attention. Or even 75% paying attention. I need to throw my full attention at catching every word of it, or it’ll wash right over my head. In fact, I know I still missed some stuff. It ran a little shorter than an hour, but I see why, because it still felt like at least 90 minutes of material. They just put two seconds of material into each second of the show, and then burned out after 45 minutes of doing that.

I think the fast pace of this show worked in its favour, because making me work so hard to keep up with it let me more easily turn off the part of my brain that was saying… I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. They forced us to get on board, right from the beginning, so I found myself going with it even when it went completely off the rails.

It’s a show about being jealous of their best friend, due to getting beaten on metrics like amount of money made and number of Tik-Tok followers. Which is about the least sympathetic position I can imagine. At first, I was very much having trouble going with it, for reasons that I can best explain by remembering when I watched Maisie Adam’s show, and there was a whole bit about how she was planning a wedding and was going to do all the wedding traditions but rehearsing them made he realize how rooted in sexism they all are. And she’d point things out, like, “Hey guys, have you ever realized that the father walking his daughter down the aisle to her husband is actually, when you really think about it, kind of fucked up?” To which I thought, “Yes, Maisie, I know it is, so why are you doing it? You’re talking as though this is just an inevitable part of life and you’ve found a flaw in it, but not really. It’s an archaic tradition and you could just walk down the aisle together.” And I suppose that line of thinking is why a lot of observational comedy gets lost on me.

I felt that a bit, during some of Lou Wall’s show. They’re telling us all these revelations they’ve had about how getting jealous of someone’s Tik-Tok followers is actually shallow and a bad idea, and… yes I know that, Lou. It sounds like an incredibly silly thing to do. Why don’t you stop using Tik-Tok, then? I feel that way a lot, actually, when comedians do “relatable” material about what it’s like to spend hours scrolling on Instagram and getting jealous of their friends who get married. “Wow, that sounds like a bad idea. Stop doing it, then. No one needs to be on Instagram.”

So I had to manually force myself to shut down the judgemental side of me during Lou Wall’s show, and that got easier because the pace of the show didn’t leave me with much room to think. Also, they weren’t claiming it was a good thing. The whole show was about how fucked up it is. But the show hinged on the idea that it’s a fucked up part of life that we all have to find a way to deal with, and… no, I don’t think so. I don’t think we all have to be jealous of our friends’ Tik-Tok followers, do we? I don’t spend my time working hard to avoid being jealous of friends’ Tik-Tok followers, it just doesn’t matter.

This is what I sort of thought, in the 2% of my brain that was not being used to keep up with the show’s relentless pace, so of course I still got drawn in. And the character is compelling. If I thought the whole thing were in character, that none of it really happened, I’d have found it much easier to enjoy (a bit the way I feel when Jessie Cave and Alfie Brown do stuff about each other – if I thought they were playing really fucked up characters and no real-life children are living in that real-life mess, it would be a lot easier to take in). It felt a bit like they were doing the whole thing in character as Rebecca Bunch from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, and I loved watching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. That kind of shit makes for great fiction, but would be less good if that show were a documentary.

As it was, I found some of her comments funny, but I struggled to fully get on board fully because it just seemed so fundamentally divorced from the human experience as I know it. And then at some point I realized I could not think of a good reason why my own experiences of jealousy are any more valid than theirs. I have literally thought about this before – multiple times, and relatively recently. That comedians, and maybe artists in general, struggle with the fact that everything’s been done before. Every part of life, every human emotion, has been explored so thoroughly in the art before that it’s difficult to find new ground. Every time something remotely interesting or unusual happens to a comedian, they latch onto it for material. Every time they have a single original idea, they build their entire next Edinburgh show around exploring it, because there are so few of those left.

I’ve thought about this, and I’ve thought about what parts of life are left on the table, and I think jealousy is one of the few topics that’s relatively underrepresented in comedy. It’s one of the few things that has a much bigger presence in my life than its presence in the comedy shows I’ve seen. It’s got a lot of dramatic potential – some of the most dramatic, poignant, memorable things I’ve seen or experienced have come from humans’ tendency toward jealousy. And I don’t think the amount of time I’ve spent hearing comedians talk about it is proportionate to that. This is something that occurred to me a few months ago, and then, last week, I was listening to an entire show about jealousy and thinking it wasn’t relatable.

And it’s because of the nature of the jealous in that show, of course. It wasn’t just a show about Tik-Tok followers. Lou Wall talks about jealousy of her best friend’s money, her sexual experiences, her ability to charm people, her physical attractiveness. All things that I, while being a judgemental asshole, don’t think are worthy of getting jealous about.

But then I remembered that a few months ago, my roommate moved in and moved in a subletter who’s also from our team, and being around her so much fucking killed me. It killed me when she first moved to our city two years ago, because she’d been famous in our sport for years, in the same category as me, at times at the same competitions as me and always placing higher than I did, better than me all through the time I was on the varsity circuit and then two years after I quit competing she won a world medal. And she competed for this rival team that I hate, and then during COVID, when my team had started training again but I hadn’t gone back to it because I was much more cautious about COVID than most people were, she moved up to my city. And joined my team, and was hailed as a hero, and got to know my athletes while I wasn’t there, and then when I tried to go back then next year she’s just there, in my old position as co-running the practice with my best friend, has relationships with my athletes who are excited to see me because it’s been a long time but after the initial excitement it gets awkward because we don’t know each other anymore, while she’s just right in there teaching them stuff because she knows where they’re at with everything in the moment. And she’s much better at the sport than I am anyway, I’ve been coaching since I was barely more than a teenager myself but while I was stilting my own competitive career because I tried to do it while coaching, she was focusing entirely on competition and making the national team over and over again and winning world medals and shit, so what on Earth could I have to teach my athletes compared to her? Pre-COVID I was so proud when athletes on my team qualified for Team Canada and went off on international trips the way I never did at their age, but now, why would they want my help preparing for international competition when I’ve never done it but someone else in the room has?

Someone else who does happen to be better than me in every other way as well. When she moved into my house I got self-conscious about how she filled up the bathroom with all the stuff that women are supposed to use (makeup and skin things and hair things and stuff), that my mother tried to teach me to do and that everyone wanted me to do and I’m just not that type of person, but she is, and she can connect with the female athletes about it, in addition to being much better than me at the one thing that’s suppose to make up for that. Like, it’s supposed to be fine that I’m not a proper girl like that my mother wanted, because at least I could do sports and stuff instead, but now there’s someone who’s doing all of it better. And I don’t want to be feminine by any means, but I quickly get self-conscious about how I look when I’m around people who do it well.

And I so wanted her to be an asshole, I’d seen her lots at tournaments before she moved up here but I’d only spoken to her very briefly, so I don’t know what she was like as a person. At first I entirely avoided her at practice, because if I stayed on the other side of the room I could avoid the “What’s the point of me?” thoughts. But eventually I did get to know her a bit, and of course she’s incredibly kind and respectful, when she moved in she also filled our living room with cool feminist books, she’s been helpful and responsible and likeable. Of course.

I thought about all of this, and then I thought – where the fuck do I get off judging Lou Wall for being upset about her friend’s Tik-Tok followers? Absolutely nothing I base my life around is objectively more valuable than Tik-Tok. Winning at a sport does not make someone better than anyone else any more than having social media followers does. But I spent part of the show thinking it’s silly because it’s about something that would only happen to really shallow people and is not otherwise relatable.

And that’s definitely gendered. Lou Wall talks about how they know there’s a misogyny underlying their jealousy, they don’t get jealous of men, it’s “the girls and gays and theys” that get jealous like this of each other. And it pits women together and that’s bad. And maybe that’s true, I think she’s describing parts of life that are, stereotypically and demographically, more likely to be cared about by, and therefore spark jealousy in, girls and gays and theys. And it’s possible that its associations with femininity are why I instinctively dismissed it, even though my stuff is not any more significant.

Because jealousy is definitely not just a female thing! I’ve just described my one situation, but most of the jealousy I’ve seen in my life has been among men and teenage boys. Just because most athletes in the sport are male, and jealousy happens constantly among teammates as well as rivals from opposing teams, it drives the entire experience. Over and over and over as a coach, I’ve watched the same story play out: athlete who’s been on the team less time starts getting better than a more established athlete, newer athlete becomes desperate to beat the older athlete and the older athlete gets territorial and upset about someone catching them, a dramatic mess ensues. At the very best, they develop a rivalry that makes them good training partners, pushing themselves to beat each other and in the process they both get better. In most cases, that happens only up to a point, until the dial gets turned up high enough so they become bad training partners for each other because there’s too high a risk that they’ll injure each other. Not to mention all the drama that happens out of the room. Not to mention the effects on their mental game, the way they get in each other’s heads and mess it up and then both perform less well in competitions because they’re more focused on outdoing their teammate than beating their actual opponents. And that’s if they’re lucky enough to be in different categories – if they come up against each other in a tournament, then the drama of which one won and which one lost will fuel weeks or months of vicious fighting in the training room and we have to separate them.

And everything fuels it, really. One qualifies for a team and the other doesn’t. One beats someone from another team and the other doesn’t. One places higher on the same day. And God forbid anything off the mat happens – one time two guys on the team were already in that situation and then one slept with the other’s girlfriend, and we had to implement a rule that they weren’t allowed to train together without a coach within a few feet, ready to stop the action if either of them tried to hurt the other.

A huge part of my job as a coach is just that: trying to keep harmony in the room so it’s the best training environment, and that job mostly consists of managing jealousy. Over and over, with different combinations of people in different years. With almost every athlete, at some point. I was thinking a while ago of what major things cause deep emotional issues and drama in real life, but haven’t already been done to death in comedy, just because it feels like all the ground’s been covered. And I thought, I’m pretty sure most of life works the way this sport works. Sure most people don’t do the same thing I do, but everyone does something, and everyone spends their time tracking who’s better than they are at their thing, and getting upset when other people pull ahead. I think jealousy is a huge part of the human experience that hasn’t been mined quite as relentlessly as other experiences in most comedy shows. So there, if a comedian wanted to find something new, someone should do a show about jealousy.

I thought this, and I was still thought Lou Wall’s topic was insufficiently relatable because it’s about some shit that doesn’t matter. And that will be some kind of gendered conditioning, thinking it’s legitimate for people’s lives to turn on jealousy about a sport but not about their stuff. Once I made myself stop being judgemental about that, the show got more enjoyable to hear.

Anyway, the vast majority of this post has not been about Lou Wall’s actual show, it’s just been explaining some thoughts that listening to the show dragged up. See, this is why I couldn’t be an actual comedy reviewer. Or even a person on any of the proper social media sites, trying to use this blog for clout or followers. If I did that, I’d have to implement some quality control here, and actually stay on topic. But I don’t want to do that. I want to write whatever thoughts come into my mind and justify it by saying no one’s paid me for it and no one has to read it so I’ll do personal tangents that are only of interest to me if I want to. And then, when anyone does bother to put effort into curating their online presence and making something of sufficient quality for lots of people to follow it, I think they’re shallow and pointless for caring about that.

Anyway. Anyway. It was a really good show. Rather exhausting to listen to, with the pace they set. But funny, once I let myself relax about being judgemental and just laugh at the jokes. There were some really funny stories. I got a little lost near the end, it got more involved and increasingly confusing. I think I liked the funny stories better than the more involved stuff. But to be fair, I missed some visual stuff and I think it works less well without that. There were entertaining songs. It was really creepy but it was meant to be really creepy, they’re not just an idiot who doesn’t understand creepiness. It’s an unlikeable character telling funny stories.

It ends slightly predictably, I thought (spoiler alert, I guess, spoiler alert always for everything on this blog). With a conversation with the object of jealousy and it turns out she also felt jealousy. And I thought of when I sat down with my temporary roommate a few months ago and admitted to her that I was self-conscious of having my far inferior medals on my wall now that she lived there and had a fucking world medal, and she told me there were only a couple of people in her category when she won that world medal, she feels like an imposter with everyone calling her a champion for it, and when I’m in the training room she feels envious of how the athletes have known me longer than her and I can connect with some of them so easily. I remember having that conversation and thinking, if this were a TV episode and it ended with this conversation, I’d call it overly predictable, that anyone could have guessed that oh, it turns out she feels the same way. But I guess when I just had it happen in real life, I can’t exactly call it too cliché for an ending to a comedy show.

It’s a good show that has funny stories and funny songs and is best enjoyed by paying very close attention to what they’re doing but not thinking your way into being judgemental about it. It's a ridiculous pace and a ridiculous amount of material and a level of chaos in the writing/performing that fits the chaos of the topic, and I always like a show where even the format is on theme. Social media is bad for us, but to be fair, so is everything else.

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firstcurse-moved · 1 year

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Top 5 song associations : share the top songs in your playlist that most inspire / represent your muses the most. bonus points if you include lyrics to go along with it.

( Natrually, I did more than five songs and I've already posted my whole playlist but today is just a reminder to everyone that I'm insane but I'm free so here we go )

Violence and Spiders ━ Every night when I fall asleep My mind plays tricks, and I wonder what it means - When I'm pullin' out my teeth, I can barely breathe - And the blood runs cold from my head to my feet - So I start to believe that I'm six feet deep - Locked in a box, having psychopathic dreams - Now I'm trapped in a web, wishing I was dead - With a noose around my neck - Talk about silence, and violence - And deadmen, and spiders - Monster under my bed - Can't get them out of my head. Henry coded :

Tired ━ I'm alive in here, so alive in here, pulling down a little peace - I'm open wide in here, slow to rise in here - Saving grace and killing me - You say this only makes me incomplete, I'm canceled out and rendered obsolete- Tell the mad chameleon he's not welcome anymore, I know what I'm looking for... Somewhere close, somewhere safe, Somewhere I know—I know I'll never live in chains- The one is now aware - So stay away from me—I'm just too young to care. I can see in here; I can feel in here- Comatose with common sense - I take my time in here; somebody get me out of here - What am I so against? I just want to watch the whole world burn - lost a million times and I won't learn, Show me someone innocent, I'll show you there's no proof - I may be gone, but I'm no fool...! I am the weapon ━ Who would I be if I never met, a teacher, a priest, or a prophet? What do I need? Tell me, what does it mean? Am I living or dying the dream? Youth is broken, half of it was stolen by a world I can't unsee - Youth is broken, half of it was stolen, look what you've done to me - I was a target, I was the mission, you had the power, your ammunition - Now I'm the message, this is a lesson, here in the present, I am the weapon- Now I'm the message, this is a lesson, here in the present, I am the weapon - Your concept of love and your hunger for war, tell me, which one should I die for?- 'Cause I am a product of how I was brought up, this cycle spins out of control! Carnivore ━ All my life, they let me know, how far I would not go- But inside the beast still grows, waiting, chewing through the ropes- Who are you to change this world? Silly boy, no one needs to hear your words- Let it go - Carnivore, carnivore, won't you come digest me? Take away everything I am, Bring it to an end! Carnivore, carnivore, could you come and change me? Take away everything I am, everything I am - I will hide myself below, I'll be what you wanted, kept inside, I won't let go 'til I burn beyond control!

Vecna coded: Triple Six Revolution ━ Thats enough the chains are broken, theres a hope for this change, to get out of this endless cage - Step by step this world will burn, its so close now, you're reborn - Waiting so long my power had grown, invoking and decrying your return - RISE till the world will see your eyes - You cant ask, you cant tell, so you motherfuckers better prepare - Ready for destruction, it begins the revolution - Cleanse the world corruption, triple six revolution!

Dead Ended ━ So many many names but only one is real - Lost in our madness dreaming blood and steel - I see a mirror or does it see me? Can you hear the panicked wings above? Coming from somewhere else - Is this my own end they tell me of? - Where did we go, wrong did we know that we were dead ending? - Ending dead Destroy and create, create and destroy - Our story's dead ending -Dead ended - My running nightmare is to face myself, my view of Heaven looks like someone's Hell - I see it clearer in my violent dream- Can you hear he manic screams above, coming from somewhere else? Watch this. I pretend that we're rid all this. I will end what they all love!

Alpha and Omega ━ Welcome to the truth - god made me in his image, who the fuck made you? You want my voice from me? You can have it just know, I sound like this because the devil has my throat! I make your insides shift, that is my gift the sea parts and then comes the flood - And men have died to make this, you can't imitate, shit the talent I have, I paid for in blood - I can tell you about things you'll die never having known and I can take you places you could never ever go - And I've been there so just know that death comes slow and life goes fast before you know it its through with your ass!

Human Insecticide ━ Psychotic tendencies have put me here for life - Dreams of smashing little things before they ruin my life, find means capable of smothering a flea - extermination is their end, escaping not from me - Re-ta-li-ate, de-ca-pi-tate--I love to see them bleed - A-nni-hi-late - I am human insecticide! Creepy black mass, I see one down below - Prepare to strike, act quickly now, strike the fatal blow - Extinguishing the menace, they will know my name - Destroying these, the lives of waste, delivered now to pain - Re-ta-li-ate, de-ca-pi-tate--I love to see them bleed - A-nni-hi-late - I am human insecticide! Asphyxiate the flame of life, from hatred they will die- Power kept in my control, their souls are caged with mine! Phantasmagoria ━ I have chosen you my friend, you're mine! Locked inside this frightening dream, nowhere to hide - Every night my demons you will see, an apparition festival, through hell you'll ride - Phantasmagoria! Sleep well! Phantasmagoria! In hell! Someone here is calling out your name, look out, I play inside your brain- Fleeing from my shadows, you'll never pass my test - Don't you know that ghosts never rest? Phantasmagoria! Sleep well! Phantasmagoria! In hell! Approaching you writhe, we take control unholy inquisition, sentence very cold - My servants, demons, take you down the hole -Your mind destroyed now I want your soul! Bonus, bonus for the entire aesthetic: Die Alone ━ We buried it well, no revealing tell, where the horns above impale the sky - Forsaken born thorn in our side - Warn no one, no warning - Our memory just fades away, and the worn wears away - We'll keep it all for us, imagine every answer, with no one in our way, dividing as we conquer and end up far away from, Dies irae, dies illa solvet ( "The day of wrath, that day. will disssolve the world in ashes." ) Cycle on, saeclum ,cyclone, circling, Circuit down - In river we drown, by storm we are bound, shut down, DOWN, STOP! Running from becoming one, you carve it out of stone - your mystery to live and die - You are alone! - You are alone! Become the one, and find someone to end the waiting The Gift ━ Up in the sky - Down-wind another light goes dim, and I know it's him reigning like a storm again deep inside of me- Light of my life, find my shadow wandering in my mind now all the threads will unwind when all the stars are aligned - And I need time to break all the mirrors - But my mind is in pieces and not ready to make it clearer - Upon a time, down in a little room made just for me I heard them - Whispering my name - And taking you away - Pain isn't the only gift I'll give you slowly, but I'll give it wholly and solely to you -I've come to find mind and matter wandering without time - Then all the flowers combined with all the souls that went blind to see again - Time to make it all clearer, and if time never ceases I'll be ready to break the mirror One-one-five ━ No one can see me and I've lost all feeling and I know I won't die alone - I'll stop you from breathing and all your deceiving and this house is not my home - No more forgiveness - No! And the reason is I know I wont die alone - I have returned! And everyone dies and everyone lies, they're waiting for the second coming again - Everyone tries to hold onto their lives - when no one's alive - bring me 115 - You stand for nothing and overlooked something, I'll bring you down all on my own - I'm the end I can taste it, I'll justify hatred - I am the chosen one, left hand of all that's sacred- No more forgiveness- No! I'll bring you death and pestilence, I'll bring you down on my own. I have returned! And everything dies Look to the skies to see the end of all creation again - See with your eyes, my army of flies, when no one's alive

Tagged by: No one, I stole it! Tagging: Everyone :)

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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years

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yes, this is my rambling abt my oc, look away, idc if it's cringe

I joke about valie being a silly little goof w/ nothing in his head lots, but I think valie would be a nice background chara who's there

valie uses she/he pronouns

not like therapist yuu, but as someone the cast can lean on (platonically)

valie's friendly nature (think kalim, but 2x as touchy) while it pushes most of the twst cast away at the start, I think cuz' i made sure valie ask for consent w/ the touching they'll be okay w/ it

'friendly nature' here means platonic kissing, so like REALLY touchy lolol

e.g.: she asks explicit permission to deuce if he can kiss deuce's cheek/ hold hands/ hug

like very much 'can i?' when she/he wants to touch someone

but that being said, i can see why this friendly nature blurs the line between romantic and platonic, which is one of the bigger conflicts i put in valie's life (non-existent romantic life)

I know NRC isn't a romance game, but valie being SUCH a sucker for it and desperate for a partner (boy, girl, doesn't matter) that she/he ends up trying to flirt w/ everyone in NRC lol

some of it is blatant teasing, but sometimes she/he actually means but BECAUSE she/he is so touchy its hard to tell and it leads to valie going all sad like 'i am never going to find a partner' and then yeahhh

idk what this delved into BUT! i think it could be a character conflict of valie trying to break away from this 'i need a partner that COMPLETES me'/ i am not who i am without a partner/ over dependence on love concept in twst and instead simply having a crush on someone because she/he finds them fun, not because they could fill this 'void' in valie

i can see the first years knocking some sense into valie after an incident- maybe someone asked valie out (a dare) but she/he took it as a real thing and becomes EXTREMELY heartbroken over it

and while its harsh, its prboably like a wake up call??? smth like that IDK

that being said i kinda want valie to have vivid dreams as a kid- so vivid that she'd go to an artist and ask his papa to commision the aritst to draw the dream

and the dream is silver/ sebek

BUT LIKE SHE/HE DOESN'T KNOW IT TILL NRC RIGHT?!?! so when he/she sees sebek/silver she/he's like WAIT.

but it undermines the message cuz like it'll be 'oh its meant to be... my fated one' AHHH I DON'T KNOW HELPPP

also need help w/ valie's family story urgh

i wanna (a) make it complicated or (b) make it supa chill

(a) is valie and vivi's dad had a fallout so they're not allowed to see each other but THEY DO and advalsdvafknsdvlakn

(b) the other is that they're super chill dudes and they just vibe as a big family living under the same roof

im thinking of b because i could make cousins for valie ( i have determined 7 cousins ) and like idk yeah

3 older brohters (triplets- i made hc's abt them, but ehhh), 3 younger siblings (2 girls, 1 boy)

like clearly its not gnna be perfect and everyone's gonna have a thing w/ eah other but big family dynamics are fun! and exciting!

my hc in my head is that valie's papa's a porn director (lmao idk why it sounds like a cool job) and valie's mama is not present in his/her life

i dunno why yet but like eyy valie's papa is rlly chill w/ the parenting, i think he owuld get along w/ lilia or smth

not a dilf or anything just like. a dad yeah

maybe this is also why valie's so touchy? cuz like??? the envrionemtn IDK like its fun ^^

ANYWAY she'd def. (apart from vivi) tell her dad abt twst

like he wouldn't dead ass beleive him until valie brought grim up as evidence like 'you want proof? TAKE THIS GREMLIN'

and the dad's like "AIGHT KIDDO OUT THAT BACK DOWN ISEE IT"

loosing it LMAO that'd be so funny

and when vivi and valie meet they're crying like

vivi: YOU LEFT ME

valie: I HAD NO FUCKIN CHOICE THE MIRROR

and idk what happens yeah lmaoooo

also vivi being rlly tall??? vivi is an obey me mc so i'd like her to be taller than Beel for funsies LOL

so as a teen, vivi would have to be BIG. and TALL.

its mega fun to think abt bcuz u have this small, feral thing of 145 cm + 70 cm cat and then u have this giant of a woman standing at (currently and forever) 205 cm and it's like HOLY SHIT?? U GUYS R THE SAME AGE????

funniest thing evr I SWEAR

valie literally climbs vivi like a tree and vvi's like 'aight'

speaking of vivi she'd have 1900's style clothes that she wears w/out batting an eye like its normal attire

honestly incredible

i want to make her a business woman, but like running a family's company is kind of an redudant trope so idk what i want to do w/ thatttt

maybe viv is just like. a business woman who just. runs her own mini shop

like octavinelle's monstro lounge but a little bit smaller. like, maybe an offline/online shop relating to designs/fashion? that'd be cute TT

idkkkk

oh yeah also

crow motif for valencia (throwback to me making that 'the gilded monarch' dress for him)

spider motif for vivica cuz i think vivi's someone with lodas of connectio but little to connect TO

valie's one of the people she relies on emotinally, but she leans TOO heavily since she's the 'strong and tall' one

#vivica karasu #valencia karasu #chara dump outta nowhere sorry y'all ~

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Hi, how are you? You literally write so well. Can i pls request Karl trying to get the female reader pregnant maybe? Like they were both talking about it and they say that they're reader and Karl literally just gets to work lmao also dom! Karl pls?

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Title: Baby Making

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, breeding, pregnancy mentions, no protection, sub reader, pet names?, hair pulling, praising, soft sex

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader gets bred by Karl Jacobs.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: I don’t know a lot about pregnancy tbh, I’ve never been pregnant before.

- idk if this story actually makes sense, I didn't proof read (or edit)

*I'm good ty for asking (and ty for the compliment) ! Altho i wrote this when my fingers were cold :(

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You sat across the room from your loving boyfriend, twiddling your thumbs together as you tried to think about what to say next. You had no idea how to bring this concept up with him, you felt as if he wouldn’t be ready and would shut you down and you were worried as fuck. Karl leaned back in his chair and sighed “I know something’s on your mind, you wanna spit it out baby?” he asked you with a hushed voice.

“Y- yes actually, I’ve been wanting to bring this up with you for some time now but uh.. I just could never find the right words..” you lowered your head and tried to figure it all out “Oh uh- this isn’t gonna be something bad is it? I promise I’ll be better- If this is about my reluctance towards my chores than I swear I’ll drop it!” he exclaimed “No- no!” you couldn’t help letting out a little laugh at his silliness.

“Karl darling, I love you so so much.. And I was thinking..” you glanced away from him. “You were thinking what, sweetheart?” Karl got up from his chair and walked over to you, grabbing your hands and forcing you to look him in the eyes “Oh don’t look at me like that Karl!” your face heated up and you pushed him away gently. “Like what?” he smiled at you and you smiled back, many thoughts rushing through your head as you knew exactly what you wanted.

“I want a family with you.” you had finally blurted it out, lost in Karl’s eyes as you stared back at him. “You want what?” Karl was taken back “I want a baby- is that too much? I can wait if you’re not ready..” you started to apologize “I didn’t mean to make you-” he stopped your talking by shutting you up with a kiss “Of course I want that! I’d love to have little me’s running around- I just never would’ve thought that you’d.. You know..” he blushed a bit.

“You never thought I’d what?” you teased “I never thought you’d actually bring it up! I thought the thought of pregnancy would terrify you!” Karl explained “It did at first but then I saw how happy other couples were with their children and I just knew that was what I wanted..” you reached out and cupped Karl’s face “You mean the family we saw yesterday at the supermarket? I thought the same thing..” Karl leaned in and kissed your face all over.

“No matter what gender our baby is- I want them to have a gender neutral name” Karl explained “Of course if you had a specific name in mind then I wouldn’t care but-” he shrugged “Anything is fine with me, I love you” you wrapped your arms around him and brought him into a tight hug. “So- we should get started then, huh?” Karl whispered in your ear, you didn’t have much time to process what he’d actually said until you replied with “Yeah- we should.”

Your clothes were torn off in a matter of seconds, underwear thrown somewhere on the floor and your bra nowhere to be seen. “Oh wow!” you gasped as Karl towered over you “This okay? You want me to go slower?” Karl asked you but you shook your head “I love this new energy in you!” you smiled up at him “yeah, you do?” he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your lips. You leaned your head back onto the pillows and then smiled in delight as you watched Karl slip his shirt off, tossing it behind him and then working his way to getting his belt undone.

Karl unbuckled his belt and began to pull at it, keeping eye contact with you every moment as he got undressed. You lowered your eyes and watched him take off his belt, noticing a very noticeable bulge growing in his pants. Karl straddled your body, legs on either side of you as he began to kiss your body. He nipped and sucked on the soft parts of your skin, hands rubbing up your sides and groping your soft mounds of flesh.

You squirmed a bit, writhing in pleasure and pure bliss. Karl kissed down your neck, biting it gently every so often just to keep your attention. Karl’s hands groped your breasts, fingers pinching your soft nipples “ah..” you gasped. Karl licked them, leaving his warm saliva on your nipples and watching them harden as the air grew colder.

"Oh this is new.." you smiled "Gotta get used to this, hun" Karl winked back at you. Your hand flew to his head, fingers running through his brown locks, tugging a bit on accident when your fingers found a knot in his hair "ah-" Karl let out a soft moan. "Oh you like that, do you?" you grinned as you repeated your action and pulled his head back away from your chest.

Karl bit his lip as he stared at you, admiring your face and body with his eyes. "Oh you're so gorgeous, darling" he jumped on top of you and pressed his lips against yours, teeth grazing against your lip as he was desperate to get his tongue in your mouth "mm-calm down!" you gasped as his desperation. He had never been so hungry for you in his whole life.

Karl grabbed your hips, sliding his hands down to squeeze and grope at your thighs. His tongue glided around the inside of your mouth, the sensation making you groan and clench your thighs together. Karl slapped your leg at your reaction, causing you to jolt a bit and open them back up again. Karl pulled away for a moment "Keep them open, love" he told you before going back in for another kiss full of heat and passion.

Your hands found themselves sliding up Karl's chest and feeling his warm skin. You pulled your head off Karl to breathe, huffing and puffing while trying to catch your breath "Breathless already? But we've only just begun, Darling do you need a break?" Karl rubbed your back gently and looked you in the eyes.

"I'm fine, baby- just finding it hard to keep up with your fast pace!" you admitted "I can get a bit carried away- should I slow down?" he asked again "no way! And if you ask again then I'm gonna slap you!" you joked around "And what if I want you to?" he smirked. You met his smart remark with a slap, stunning him for a moment "oh you sure are strong, darling- I hope our child is as tough as you.." he leaned in.

"I hope they're as caring as you, my love" you caressed his cheek and nuzzled his face. Karl started to massage your thighs gently as you two longingly gazed at each other, his hand somehow finding its way between your legs and rubbing your clit gently. "mm.." you hummed in pleasure, feeling yourself melt away in his touch. "This feel good, hun?" Karl asked "very." you gave him a quick kiss.

You slid your legs open a little wider so Karl could slide in between them "Think you're ready for me, darling?" Karl asked "Always ready for you, my love.." you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again. You nipped at Karl's bottom lip in surprise as he suddenly thrust inside of you "Oh I'm so sorry, dear!" you apologized "Don't worry, just kiss it better" he smiled and kissed you again.

You kissed him a lot, you couldn't help it, his face was too adorable to be left unkissed! Karl's cock stretched against your walls, your vagina squeezing around him "ah- that feel's so good.." you grasped onto his shoulders and yelped when Karl suddenly pushed himself in deeper. His cock head was prodding deep inside of you, the sensation making you squirm "feel's weird- and good" you exclaimed.

"Where? Here?" he asked as he kept rubbing up against that certain spot, making you wiggle around on the bed "Darling. Stay still" Karl sighed and pinned you down. Your hands came off of Karl, now gripping onto the blankets to try and keep you from moving around too much.

"Love- I think I'm gonna cum. Are you ready for this?" Karl placed a hand over yours, looking deep into your eyes "Y-yes- I'm ready!" you nodded your head. Karl burst his load inside of you, his hot seed coating the inside of your vagina and leaking out a bit down your legs "oops- looks like we're gonna have to fill you up again, what do you say?" Karl smiled sweetly. You groaned and leaned back on the bed "Round 2 it is." you replied as you got comfortable, you were gonna be here a while.

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