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Hi Jonny, if you don't mind I have a question about the TMA TTRPG! So I noticed that on the player's guide there's this guy, who my friends and I assumed is probably Jon. If it is him, is this a canon design, or more like some of the non-canon stuff that's in the merch?
So, I hope you don't mind if i use this ask to go a bit off on one. I'm not specifically dragging you (I'm actualy glad you asked, as I've thinking about posting on the topic), but all the discussion around the RPG art and how "official" or "canon" it might be is, to my mind, slightly silly.
First up, is it "official" art? I mean, yeah, its art for the officially licenced Magnus Archives RPG. This means Monte Cook Games have commissioned someone to do a beatiful illustration broadly based on some aspect, episode or character from the podcast and it goes in the book. But that's kinda all it means. "Official" is a legal distinction, not an artistic one. The fact that it's in an official product doesn't make it any less one artist's cool interpretation of a character that has only been vaguely described in audio.
Second, is it Jonathan Sims the Archivist? I mean, it's probably based on the idea of him, but it's certainly not set in stone. When we were first discussing art with MCG, we advised that character pictures be more vibes-based and not explicitly tied to specific people (ie. a portrait inspired by Tim wouldn't be captioned "This is Tim" and wouldn't be placed opposite a profile for Tim Stoker, archival assistant.) This was mainly because we wanted the artists to have plenty of freedom to interpret and not feel too tied down by the need to know everything about the podcast. But, to be frank, it was also because we know that there are a few fans out there that are kinda Not Chill about what they've personally decided these characters look like and can get a bit defensive over depictions that differ.
It strikes me as particularly strange to be having this discussion about art that's for a roleplying game book. Something that's explicitly and solely designed to give you the ability to play in your version of the Magnus universe. The idea that this is the thing where we'd for some reason try to immutably establish unchangable appearances for these characters would be pretty funny if some folks weren't taking it so seriously. Similarly ridiculous is the idea we could reasonably have said to MCG "We'd love for you to make a huge beautiful RPG book of our setting... Just make sure you don't depict any of the iconic characters or events from it!"
But... is it "canon"? Now, to my mind, this highlights a real weakness in a lot of fandom thinking around "canon", which is that it generally has no idea what to do with adaptations. All adaptation is interpretation, and relies on taking a work and letting new creatives (and sometimes the same ones) have a different take on it. Are the appearances of the Fellowship of the Ring in the LOTR movies "canon"? How much, if at all, does that matter? Neil Gaiman's book Neverwhere was originaly a 90s BBC series made with a budget of 50 pence; is anyone who makes fanart of Mr Croup that doesn't look like the actor Hywel Bennet breaking canon? What about the novel that describes the character differently? Or the officially licenced Neverwhere comic where he looks like neither of them? Which is his "canon appearance"?
Canon is an inherently messy concept, and while it is useful for a creative team trying to keep continuity and consistency within a creative work, for thinking about anything beyond that it tends to be more hinderance than help.
Anyway, all this is to say that the above picture and all the others in the RPG are exactly as canon as every other picture you've ever seen of the Archivist.
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a/n: I totally didn’t forget the result of my poll…a..couple months back, lmao. I’ve actually always been thinking about it but never had a chance to sit down and get them done lol. Starting off strong with the riddle bois! Not sure who's up next, but no worries, all the rogues I write for will have a chance to shine!
Also not entirely back to fully uploading like I used to but may upload like once in a blue moon especially when the inspiration strikes me or if I need a small break from drawing lol
Content Warning: mentions of non-gender specific nudity and some allusions to sexual activity but nothing explicit.
The Riddlers React to Reader Going to Bed Naked
Arkhamverse Riddler:
- Well, first things first he’s got to be willing to go to bed.
- You figured you could have an interesting surprise waiting for him when he finally gives into the sweet call of slumber.
- Edward doesn't notice at first–basically running on fumes as he gets under the covers.
- It isn't until he tries to get comfortable he notices.
- And he is extremely shocked.
- How–what–what's the logic behind this? This is ridiculous!
- He almost has half a mind to wake you up and demand you put and demand you put something on.
- Yet he somehow even feels too tired to even do that.
- Ed will deny it in the morning, but you cannot deny that he did enjoy nestling into your side and into your skin.
Reevesverse/Dano Riddler:
- Oh..uhh…oh wow…umm…is that really comfortable?
- Gotham can be unbearingly cold at night and his apartment doesn't have the best heater.
- Edward is still very new to this level of intimacy–
- His brain will go into overdrive, trying to figure out if you're trying to tell him something.
- Are-are you trying to initiate…what he thinks you are?
- As his head spins, his face is flushed red.
- Edward will try to work up the courage to ask what this is about.
- You will have to explain to him if you were teasing him or just trying a new sensation.
- Either way, he will understand or try to, just give him a heads up next time…you almost gave him a heart attack.
Gotham Riddler:
- Is that really comfortable? 2.0
- His whole pale face is as red as a ripe tomato.
- Eddie will likely assume you aren't feeling well…that…that's the only explanation.
- Are you getting chills? Are you overheating? Do you feel nauseous? Here let him take your temperature.
- You really can't help but laugh and find his concern incredibly endearing.
- Ed is relieved to hear you're fine, but is now back to surprise when he realizes you were just teasing him.
- What…what should he do? For once he kinda leans into his confident alter ego for guidance.
- Once you two get closer and he gets to feel the softness of your skin, he's immediately hooked.
- Eddie can't just have his hands touching you, he wants all of his skin touching your own.
BTAS Riddler:
- Man's face is as red as his hair.
- Well, well, well…this is um…quite the surprise.
- Where in the world did you get this idea?
- Eddie will try to keep a confident and collected aura about him.
- But he's absolutely quivering on the inside, his heart about to beat out of his chest.
- His eyes rake over your body, appreciatively, until you tore the covers from his hand and snuggle into the mattress as you tuck the comforter back underneath you.
- You tease him and say he can't see or touch until he joins you also naked.
- Well, who's he to turn down a deal like that?
- Eddie snatches the covers and hops into bed, quick to wrap you in his arms and kiss youwhich muffled your laughs.
Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:
- Oh my God fucking FINALLY
- As much as he does enjoy the occasional strip tease…
- Having you already naked makes it a gazillion times easier to get to the main event.
- I imagine this Ed only sleeps in his boxers (briefs)...(and question mark socks)
- So when he sees you naked he's very quick to discard his underwear.
- If you weren't trying to have sex by sleeping nude then…good luck trying to convince him otherwise.
- Or trying to get his hands off of you…like at all.
- But come on, were you really expecting anything less?
Telltale Riddler:
- Quirks an eyebrow.
- He's not sure if he's amused, confused, or annoyed.
- And you can't quite tell either at first.
- Of course not one to give in to your antics..
- He asks you plainly what you're doing and what you were expecting out of this “surprise”
- You shrug, maybe you wanted to catch him off guard, maybe you've been getting too hot cause he won't let you turn the ac on (cause if it's hitting anything below 80°F he claims to be freezing)
- Ed will either call your bluff and actually get into bed with you and not give you any attention…you will have to work for that.
- Or he'll tell you to put some clothes on or he won't share a bed with you.
- OR if you catch him on a particularly trying night he may just pounce immediately.
Young Justice Riddler:
- *blue screen of death*
- *dial up internet sounds*
- Most likely to genuinely have his nose slowly bleed.
- He's confused on what to do or how to respond.
- Like not that he doesn't…err…appreciate you letting him see you but…why?
- Also like Gotham Riddler and wonders if maybe you're overheating or not feeling well.
- When you tell him you just wanted to tease him, he's practically melting.
- Oh well, yeah you…you did very successfully.
- You'll likely have to drag him to bed with you and proceed to take off his clothes for him so he can join you properly.
#ri writes#arkhamverse riddler x reader#dano riddler x reader#reevesverse riddler x reader#gotham riddler x reader#btas riddler x reader#batman the animated series riddler x reader#zero year riddler x reader#capullo riddler x reader#telltale riddler x reader#yj riddler x reader#young justice riddler x reader
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Hold My Beer
Pairing: Brief Rumlow X Reader, Biker!Bucky X Reader
Summary: Your old best friend is tired of seeing you in the arms of another. Especially one who doesn’t treat you right. So he’s gonna do something about that.
Warnings: Language, violence (minor), infidelity, breaking up, allusions to smut, biker!bucky,
Word Count: 1.1k
A/n: 100% inspired by the Aaron Pritchett song lol. This is kinda short but it’s something I wanna just kinda toss into the void lol. I do think I’ll be writing more for this particular AU!Bucky in the future, I’m just waiting for some inspiration to strike.
Kinda short so no tags lol my bad. Love you all so much❤️❤️❤️
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Steel blue eyes are zeroed in on a couple by the bar.
His focus is on the man.
More specifically, the way he’s practically ignoring the beautiful woman by his side.
“You good, Buck?” Steve asks from beside him, nudging his friend lightly with his elbow.
The brunet hums, his brows drawing together as he watches the man at the bar ogle different woman, while his girl sits with a frown on her pretty face.
“Yeah, m’fine. I just... gimme one second,” he murmurs, pushing to his feet and walking away from his booth, beer still held tightly in his grasp.
The blond watches his friend as he approaches the couple at the bar, beyond confused.
This particular couple has been in the brunet’s bar a couple times, the man causing trouble more often than not, and it’s no secret that he’s less than faithful to his woman.
To you.
You sit beside your boyfriend, brows pulled together as you watch him eye a woman across the bar.
It hurts your pride to have him do this in front of you, but he’s already had a few drinks and you know better than to try and argue with him when he’s been drinking.
“Hey, could you hold my beer for a sec, buddy?” A voice asks.
You blink yourself out of your thoughts and look up at the man standing before yourself and Brock, brows rising to your hairline.
None other than Bucky Barnes stands before you.
Solid six feet and five inches of thick muscle towers over your boyfriend, and you can’t help the grin that threatens to pull at your lips.
Brock’s always hated Bucky, and you can’t really blame him.
Your bestfriend-turned stranger is attractive enough to get a nun to sin, and he’s never been shy when it comes to flirting with you. Especially after seeing you cry over the piece of shit sitting next to you.
Bucky’s hatred for Brock Rumlow isn’t hidden at all, and he doesn’t care who knows. You’re too good a woman to be treated the way he treats you, and Bucky’s determined to make you realize that.
He's got a tame beard covering the lower half of his face and his eyes are the warmest icy blue you’ve ever seen, mischief glowing in them. Light freckles dust across his cheeks like stars in the night sky, and his lips are pink and plump.
You follow his gaze to your boyfriend, and Brock looks just as confused as you feel.
“I uh... why? What do you want?” He asks while slowly reaching out to hold Bucky’s beer.
“’Cause your woman needs a kiss, and a boy like you ain’t gonna satisfy her.” With that, Bucky leans in and presses his lips against yours.
He’s kissed you many times before, and you’ve always brushed it off as him being a touchy friend, though you know it’s more than that.
And this is proof.
Because this isn’t a kiss you give your friend.
You sit still for a long moment, shock freezing you before you peck Bucky back and tug away, terrified at what Brock’s reaction’s going to be and warm inside at the intense feeling of Bucky’s lips on yours.
“What the fuck is the matter with you?!” Brock shouts, moving to hop off the barstool only to be held in place by one of Bucky’s thick tattooed arms.
He shoves the smaller man back in his seat and levels him with a glare.
“You’d better not drop my fuckin’ beer,” he whispers dangerously, his true biker roots coming out on display.
Brock grinds his teeth together and turns his steely glare on you.
“You see? You ask why I hate when you would see him! It's cause I know you’re a slut who can’t control herself.”
His words bite a little, but they don’t hurt nearly as much as Bucky’s fist connecting with his face.
The bar goes quiet as Brock grabs at his nose, glaring at the biker.
“See, you’ve made a few mistakes here tonight. The first was showing your face. The second, was not paying enough attention to your girl. The third, was disrespecting your girl when she deserves the world. And the fourth...” Bucky leans down, his eyes hard and full of hatred, “you spilled my beer.”
You’ve been with Brock Rumlow for an embarrassing amount of time, and never have you ever seen him look so tiny and terrified.
“Now, you’re gonna hold my beer and watch my jacket while I take your girl up dancing, and then you’re gonna head on home and you’re gonna clear your shit outta her apartment, you’re gonna delete yourself from her life, and you’re never gonna even think about going near her again, or else it’ll be me you’re dealing with, got it?”
Brock opens his mouth to snark back, but a glance around the bar at all the bikers wearing jackets that match Bucky's has him keeping his mouth shut.
“Alright, good talk. Thanks man!” Bucky calls, grabbing your hand and tugging you off of your stool.
You stumble after him, still in shock at the exchange that just occurred.
“Buck, what the Hell was that?!” You demand, flattening your palms against his chest when he pulls you against him.
“I’ve sat and watched that prick treat you like garbage for two and a half years, (Y/n). I’m not doing it anymore. You deserve so much better and I'm tired of pretending that I’m okay seeing you with him.”
You blink up at him in shock and shake your head, “Bucky, you can’t just end my relationship like that. Brock and I need to talk about things.”
He scoffs and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you closer and kissing your forehead.
“I just did, sweetheart. You’re gonna come to my place tonight, we’re gonna talk and drink and maybe get a little... friendly, just like we used to, and then tomorrow I’m gonna bring you back to your apartment and if that asshole hasn't cleaned all of his shit out, there’s gonna be Hell to pay.”
You take a deep breath and look over your shoulder to where Brock is sitting. Steve’s by his side, arms crossed over his chest and a grin on his handsome face when he catches your gaze.
“C’mon, baby. You gonna dance with me like we used to or do you wanna go straight to my place and have me bend you over the counter and eat that pretty pussy like the good old days?”
A shiver races down your spine, shaking the guilt from your stomach as you look up into his ever-blue eyes.
“I... we can go to your place,” you whisper, smiling shyly when he grins triumphantly.
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips while one of his hands trails down to your ass, grabbing a handful of it then letting go only to smack it roughly.
“That’s my girl.”
#bucky x reader#biker!bucky x reader#biker!bucky#biker!Steve#biker!Steve x reader#biker au#biker bucky x reader#biker bucky au#biker!bucky au#Bucky Barnes x reader#bucky x reader biker au
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bruh i wrote this on a whim. but it needs to be said.
tw: manipulation, yandere. Nothing too much. It’s pretty mild, but it’s dazai so idk what to say.
bruh if this flops im gonna actually cry tho. I actually used my brain to write this. even tho I used causual language and this ain’t that formal ughsdfhlkdsj. but also sorry if it’s really bad. I didn’t even proofread this I just copy and pasted it into tumblr. Also, if the ending’s kinda messy or if there’s like grammar mistakes... pls tell me I literally am so braindead rn i can’t read
would also tag people this was inspired by but this is actually half shitpost and that would be hella rude of me to do that so. lmfao. (translate: i don’t have the balls)
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I see so many people thinking that Dazai would fall for someone cheerful, and bubbly, who would approach him first.
Honestly, I disagree.
I think the opposite. Maybe it’s because I see part of myself in Dazai (and Yozo from the No Longer Human), or maybe because it’s simply because I’m not a bubbly, happy, person in general (but i wanna be with him jkjk unless… ) but. I personally disagree with that headcannon, I don’t really see it happening. Obviously, there are cases of characters liking an innocent, sweet, bubbly darling (cough. Nikolai. Chuuya. Akutagawa. Atsushi.) But, for Dazai… I feel like that would be too boring for him. Not as in he wouldn’t like it that way… but it would be too easy for him, ya know? Like there’s no challenge, there’s no… interest in doing that. Why would Dazai want someone so open, so innocent, so bubbly and kind, who would listen to anything he said? That’s not even genuine, that’s fake. Everyone has their own secrets, their lies, and they create a fake mask for everyone else to see. They wouldn’t want to show their true self… because it’d make them not only look bad… but also we’d all be extremely vulnerable. And violent.
Dazai knows this better than anyone else. I’d like to think, anyways. And innocent people like that, whether genuine or not, usually would deter him because they’re… too easy to pursue. Despite being a good liar himself, I don’t think he’d want someone who would fake the niceness, because it would be obvious from the start. Dazai doesn’t strike me as someone who would enjoy breaking his darling down (that’s Fyodor’s thing bro would definitely like someone who is fake). He has some morality, he doesn’t like using mind break. After all, that goes against what Oda told him to do. However, he’d definitely enjoy mind games, he’d like to pick you apart to get to know you better. Better than you know yourself. And once he does, he can leverage you however he likes to be his ideal woman. Even that manga q and a (I’lll find the link later) said that Dazai likes all women because he can make them into what he wants. Someone who’s outright innocent and kind wouldn’t be able to achieve that effect for him. It doesn’t offer him the challenge, it doesn’t offer him any kind of challenge in just manipulating someone innocent who barely hides anything. That would be a bad thing, and even his skwered sense of whatever morals he has would disagree with it. He wouldn’t even be able to fall for someone like that. Simple-minded people, just aren’t for him.
So, in prose, I’d like to offer an alternate idea: Dazai would like a darling that’s, obviously to a similar intelligence as him (otherwise they’d be… too easy), but very distant. Not as in a “they have a mask on”, kind of way. But in a. They’re apathetic, cold, and aren’t great at communicating kind of way. I think it’s an interesting dynamic. The first time when Dazai sees them, he may not even think much of them. Neutral cold face doesn’t say many sentences and wants him to leave. Maybe a slight fear of him, that he approached them. However, as time passes by, Dazai realizes he likes them. He genuinely craves their presence. He notices the way you don’t exactly know what his motives are, he enjoys the way you flinch when he touches your hands, or blush and do not know how to respond to his comments.
He sees all of it. And he wants to see who you really are. Behind your true mask. Maybe you’re a narcissist. Maybe you’re just a kind innocent person. Or maybe… you’re just as empty and lonely as he is. Whatever you are, he’ll eventually turn you into what he wants. It’s just a matter of time.
It’s like he’s looking at a Christmas present, and trying to guess the contents inside. The curiosity kills him. He wants to look at what it is now, but he can’t. He can’t. Until it’s Christmas day. So in the meantime, he’ll do everything except pull down the thin wrapping paper, and the apathetic, cold face you put on for everyone around you. It’s rather difficult actually, you do a pretty good job at covering your true self. You’re a skilled liar, you can control any physical reactions you have towards his questions.
But that just makes it all the more addictive.
The second you slip up, even just for a tiny. Little. Bit. Dazai is able to pinpoint a lot about you. It’s almost like he tore off a corner of the wrapping paper on his present, and he’s knows a lot about what it is. It’s more than he expected. It was just one facial expression. A face of shock, to anger, and then you calm yourself to the best of your abilities again. It’s barely noticeable to the average person. But that’s the thing. Dazai isn’t average.
He’s the smartest man you’ll ever know.
It makes you feel conflicted. And you’re aware this is probably where Dazai wants you to be. And it is. Dazai finally was able to make a dent on the thin walls inside your mind. The walls that separated your true self, from others. And he’d pick and tear down these walls continuously until he was able to see inside.
But for Dazai... it’s his Christmas day. Dazai felt like his efforts... his waiting, his long awaited efforts were finally rewarded. All it took was one little slip on your behalf, one tiny little tear, for the wrapping paper to completely fall off. And as it lays discarded on the floor, Dazai admires the gift. He admires you. Your mind is such a vulnerable place. Yet in its own way, it’s beautiful and fragile. He feels like he physically cannot tarnish it. Yet... you’re so much more different than he thought.
You’re niether a kind person, nor a violent one. You’re not broken, you’re not depressed nor anxious nor scared. You’re not nearly what he idealizes so much, and you’re not some insane slave to your ideals. No... what was inside that box and wrapping paper all this time was similar to a piece of piece of glass. Plainly boring in its own way... yet beautiful if shaped in the right hands.
You’re a blank slate. Sure, you have your own trauma, your own struggles, desires, and wishes but... he’ll still do as he wants to you.
And you won’t have a single say in it.
You’re a blank slate. A canvas waiting to be drawn on. And draw on you he will.
He’ll admire you, he’ll protect you, he’ll... do anything and everything to make you love him. You’ll.... you’ll learn to love him.
And in return, you’ll be the only one who will see and understand his true self.
#yandere dazai#yandere dazai x reader#dazai osamu x reader#yandere dazai osamu x reader#yandere imagines#yandere x you#yandere dazai osamu#yandere bsd#yandere bungo stray dogs#dazai x reader#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader
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The last panel is also a joke from the Abbott and Costello show. One of their neighbors speak French, and Abbott fully understands it. So she’ll be saying something mundane and Abbott will say “I don’t think I can” to which Costello replies with “Hey Abbott what’s she sayin maybe I can.” I would put a clip down below, but I have not been able to find one.
Funny that language jokes don’t seem to translate.
Also something about their early dynamic is that they both treat it like they’re always on air. So they still do comedic banter to each other and act all chummy. Although they get a tad bit more personal off air, Alastor really doesn’t convey much of his emotions or past. This creates a rift wherein they don’t have proper communication with each other, combined with Vox wanting to implement more technology and have their show moved to television to avoid obscurity, and Alastor constantly striking him down.
Thus leads to their eventual “divorce.”
It starts off as a normal conversation until it just crescendos into a full blown argument where they say they should break up. At this point they also kinda reveal that their relationship was more than a business partnership. While they wait for the laugh track that will never play, they treat it as a normal conversation again and they split.
Vox taking it the hardest as he goes to sob in a strip club after, and it not hitting Alastor until later as he realizes he’s still writing jokes and making banter for two.
Half of their break up was inspired by a conversation with a friend that went to 2 am and ended with us laughing at these images for I don’t know how long.
Again I’d reveal more, but I’m saving it for future posts and maybe questions if anyone has any. At this point all I got is some snibits of story that I may be forgetting about.
#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin redesign#hazbin rewrite#vox#alastor#hazbin hotel#hazbin vox#hazbin alastor#character redesign#digital sketch#sketch
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I would love to know more about the plot idea that inspired your art with Metal Overlord and Sage!
Oh man, I kinda forgot most of it but I'll say what I remember ;u; I don't actually have this one very planned since it was a random idea I had, so if anyone would like to add stuff to it or just draw this Sage, feel free to do so. Also, I have other story ideas that are relatively more well planned I guess, so I can talk about those too if anyone is interested. Might add a small sketch for them like I did here too
This idea is actually more about an evil Sage who was overtaken by a virus, the government's fault for learning about her and wanting to control her probably. I kinda wanted something that was against her own programming or ideals, confusing her so much to the point of breaking or being corrupted.
Not sure what her goal would be. Maybe destroying the world, destroying only the humans or just take control of everything and everyone. Maybe a corrupted way of love that would make her want to shape the world however she thinks it should be.
She's able to take control and overwrite any robot/machine's purpose, all except for Metal (because unconscious sibling bonding or something).
I didn't actually plan on adding Overlord (or Neo) to this, I only wanted to draw him and OvertakenSage because of the cool factor (lol).
As to why he joined her, not sure either. Could be him wanting to stop her, fear of her taking control over him too, or just doing it because of his own goal like waiting for the perfect moment to strike and him being the one with control over everything. Maybe he doesn't even join her and actually joins whoever tries to stop her, idk
I'm also not sure what would happen to Eggman, or what he would do, all I know is Sage would be against him too. If he would be temporary ally to Sonic and friends or just hide on his own, depends on how it sounds more interesting.
The biggest inspirations for this are actually 3 different things: 1, me wanting to make a virus/apocalypse thing because I have fun with that type of stories, kinda like the whole metal virus stuff (I actually have a different story idea with something more similar to that I guess). 2, stories about computer viruses, specially the "I love you" one. And 3, a song that might be based on that, is called "INFeCTIoN" by VocaCircus, really good song, I like it a lot. I guess there's a bit of inspiration from robot apocalypse movies too? I haven't actually watched that many so...
But yeah, that's my "Overtaken AI" au. Again, it's not very well planned because I'm not even sure if I'll actually use this for anything other than drawings and maybe some small scenes about it, I really just wanted to make my own evil Sage design yay
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anyway i don't wanna spam the dash bc of the strike so some stl 58 thoughts under the cut!
first of all, he's such a loser. i love him. he's just like me
we're so fucking back. takamatsu..... you've done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly. i've said this before but a kazakami chapter after so many years??? this is crazy. i thought we'd never get to see more of him after the first cultural festival and i even thought that kazakami being a tokusatsu fan was info that would just stay in the extras, but of course takamatsu had other plans. love her for that. anyway! i really love where this is going. it kinda reminds me of the valentine's chapters, with the way kazakami blew up and yelled at kanechika (like mika and mukai). he reminds me a little bit of yuzu as well for obvious reasons. i'm glad we get to explore another overachiever type of character, and taking into account what we've learned about him this chapter, aren't takamine and kazakami a lot more similar than we initially thought?! (going a little insane thinking about this). also kazakami/kanechika's such an unexpected but fun duo. kanechika's free and unabashed personality contrasts pretty heavily with kazakami's calculated persona and i'm eating that up. we've already seen that not everyone is kanechika's greatest fan (at least at first) *cough shima cough* but we've also seen that his authenticity and sincerity are things that can inspire people. if anyone can break down kazakami's walls, that's him. he can make a tokusatsu friend along the way as well!
besides that, i'm so happy to see kanechika again oh my god it's been so long. my prayers have been answered. nonbinary people everywhere we've won once again. idk what else i wanted to say so can we look at these expressions for a sec
and the paneling!
takamatsu please never drop the pen. you're a gift
i'm cooking ^
oh also i forgot to say kazakami gothic font I Will Protect You. if my mom did that to me. well. i feel like my teenager self would've summoned satan
and if you were wondering, yes. yes i saw that. yes. i saw it
but i don't even care you know. i don't even care that shima's always been the one who's surrounded by flowers in mitsumi's pov. i don't even care about him going out of his way to see her. i don't even care ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
#god it feels so good to skip and loaf after so long (a month)#skiptuals i'm liking all ur posts to rb them tomorrow ^^#but ofc if u wanna talk u can always dm me or send and ask and i'll answer it privately#guys i'm so happy this was such a fire chapter. i'm alive again#i mean i guess my first reaction was Devastation and THEN happiness bc takamatsu is cooking ❗❗❗❗
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third semester persona 5 royal is so the mind electric coded (some of these are my headcanons for akira's feelings) (also long post)
"resident minor, how do you plead? we'll need your testimony on the stand. solemnly swear to tell the whole truth; so help you, son, now raise your right hand." maruki's multiple ultimatums
"i've a good heart, albeit insane." if akira or akechi tried to explain the situation to anyone they would come across as bat shit crazy
"condemn him to the infirmary." 2/2 vibes. akira has to choose between letting akechi go out on his own terms or condemning him to maruki's reality
"all mine towers crumble down, the flowers gasping under rubble." akira wakes up to find everything he worked for had disappeared, and has a small mental breakdown as his world crumbles around him when he sees his friends
"shrieking in the hall of lull, thy genius sates a thirst for trouble." maruki seeing the engine room scene, akira screaming for akechi to still be alive
"scattering sparks of thought energy, deliver me and carry me away." maruki manipulating the phantom thieves' cognition to blind them to the truth, but he believes he is doing good, carrying them away from pain
"here in my kingdom, i am your lord; i order you to cower and pray." maruki's god complex, that he is somewhat unaware of / ignoring
"nuns commence encanting, as the lightning strikes my temples thus." akira going around, breaking the thieves from the illusion, clearing their minds
"spiralling down thy majesty, i beg of thee, have mercy on me. i was just a boy, you see; i plead of thee, have sympathy for me!" the thoughts going through akira's head in the seconds before the phantom thieves arrive
"see how the serfs work the ground. (see how they fall) and they give it all they've got (fall) - and they give it all they've got (fall) - and you give it all you've got, till you're down. (ha! ha! ha! ha!)" i imagined a cool scene about this part when just randomly listening to the song, and it's kinda what inspired this entire post: at some point before 2/2 (like maybe 1/30 or something) akira secretly goes to maruki's palace, and basically just asks 'why. why are you doing this, what's your game here.' and maruki brings him up to a balcony overlooking the city. he says the lyrics (i know cheesy, but imagine he's using it as a metaphor or something) and the parts in parentheses are his savior complex/azathoth/adam kadmon.
"see how the brain plays around; and you fall inside a hole you couldn't see. and you fall inside a hole, inside a-" maruki truly believing that he is in the right, as he sees how (for lack of a better word) damaged the thieves (especially the royal trio) are mentally
"SOMEONE HELP ME" once again, the royal trio and maruki. sumire needing help to be who she truly is, and it's interesting to imagine her just suddenly yelling it during her boss fight. akira needing help to be able to finish things, and a bit of a headcanon: he has so many personas that his original self (pre metaverse) is buried so deep that he can barely access it. akechi needing help to finally do something that he chooses to do for once, and go out on his own terms. maruki believing himself to be the help that they need, but in actuality he also needs help
"doctor, i can't tell if i'm not me." i think that each of the royal trio has identity issues. kasumi/sumire is obvious, akechi is split between his facades, and the previous headcanon that akira has so many personas that he doesn't know who he is anymore. also, if anyone wants to make an animatic or something, this line can be sumire and akira actually saying this to maruki back at shujin, and akechi pondering it to himself during the events of the game
"when it grows light, the particles start to marvel, having made it through the night. never they ponder, whether electric, calming if you look at it right." maruki lying on the platform after the fistfight, accepting that he was wrong and deciding not to try to stay alive when the platform collapses
#let them eat rakes#posted from a pile of leaves#persona 5#persona 5 akechi#persona 5 royal#the mind electric#p5r#p5r spoilers#akira kurusu#akechi goro#sumire yoshizawa#takuto maruki#royal trio
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A fic request: Elvis x stand-offish girl? He's used to fawning girls, so she's intriguing and he wants to have her. The Robbie Smith encounter with Elvis kinda' inspired me. Preferably smutty, but up to you. Thank you 💖
this is might be TOO long and took forever and also covers a couple of other requests, but hope you enjoy bunny x
You and the sun
“i don’t wanna argue, ma’am...” he looks down in mock bashfulness and then straight up into your eyes. “but, uh, ain’t i your job?”
pairing: 70's elvis/reader or austin!elvis/reader whichever you prefer
rating: M, minors do not interact
warnings: oral, handjobs, vague slightly sub elvis vibes, usual elvis stuff including his healing hands. u know how it is.
four leaf clover, lucky strike cigarettes, something about… lucky sixes?
you could write this song a lot faster if that fucker would stop showing off his sub-par guitar skills in the corner. he’s strutting around like a peacock in a gaudy silk shirt, howling with laughter at his own jokes. all the men in the room, even the serious session musicians you admire, revolve around him like he’s the sun. they laugh along with him, even when he isn’t funny, totally sucked into his massive, magnetic orbit.
“man, you’re killin’ it, EP!” a big guy shouts from the corner.
he isn’t killing it. you’ve seen him fucking around all session, laughing during takes, making up nonsensical lyrics while you’ve been trapped in the corner, roped into writing something fresh for him. it’s a lot of pressure when you’re only four months into your publishing deal with the label.
originally he didn’t want a girl in the recording room but once he saw you he made a real fuss, started introducing you to all the guys in his entourage and flirting shamelessly. unfortunately for him, he’d shown up two hours late to the session and you were too tired to find him charming or impressive.
of course, if it wasn’t for all that ego and bravado, you would find him to be both those things.
his voice is beautiful. it’s rich, smooth and dextrous. in one moment he sings with such a rough grit and the next with a high angelic head register, switching between them effortlessly. his raw emotion is expertly channeled into each word, each vibrato choice, each pause. and the connection to the music is real. it moves him. he jerks and swings and shimmies and his hips. when your eyes aren’t on your own handwriting, you can’t help but gaze at the way the music moves through him.
but all of that, while impressive in bursts, doesn’t yield consistent results in the studio.
every now and again elvis saunters up to you with his guitar thrust forward like a dick and leans over your notebook to decipher your lyrics. he gives you patronizing encouragement and winks, keeps on touching your shoulder even though you shrug him off.
“keep goin’ little lady.” he says. or “stick at it honey.” or eventually “why don’t you come sit right here in front of me, see if we can give each other some inspiration?”
nothing you do dampens his mood. if anything he seems to perform even harder while the men around him feed his wild energy and chain smoke and don’t look you in the eye.
“honey…” he sighs dramatically, one eyebrow raised. “can i, uh, can i ask, have i done something to offend?”
you look up from your paper to find elvis standing in front of you, the session apparently taking a break. half the guys seem to have already left and the rest are waiting to pounce on any opportunity to get him alone. all you’ve got written down is a verse and a scrappy chorus you’re going to have to re-write.
“no, you haven’t. i’m just trying to finish this song for you.”
he’s full of manic energy, you can feel it radiating from him in waves and he’s bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. even while wiping sweaty strands of black hair from his forehead his smile is like the sun glinting in your eyes. it pisses you off.
“well, i sorta feel like you’re fightin’ me here, honey.”
“i’m not fighting you. i’m here to write you a song because your catalog is tired.”
he responds to this with a sudden burst of open-mouthed laughter, so sharp that it takes you by surprise.
“now, see, that - that’s what i mean.” he grins, placing his hand on the arm of your chair. the cool silk of his shirt brushes your wrist. “you’re just a little sourpuss.”
he smells like cigar smoke and old spice and faintly of sweat as he leans over you.
and you have to admit it. you may not like him, but those cheekbones and that straight nose… you get it. a little. it’s roman. he’s practically statuesque.
“i’m just trying to do my job.”
despite the dark glasses you see his eyes light up and he tries to hide a little-boy grin. you’ve said something he’s about to use as ammunition.
“i don’t wanna argue, ma’am...” he looks down in mock bashfulness and then straight up into your eyes. “but, uh, ain’t i your job?”
there are laughs from the few guys left in the room that overhear him and he glances back at them with a smug grin.
“my job is writing. i just wanna finish this song and go home. can you move your hand from my chair, mr. presley?”
he blinks at you for a moment under his lashes. and then, his grin never faltering, he snorts and throws his hands up in surrender. you pretend not to watch him turn on his heeled boots and walk out for his break. the rest of the musicians follow after him like ducklings, not one of them stopping to speak to you. not even the guys you like.
.
twenty minutes later, without the commotion of all the men in the room, you’re finally getting somewhere with the song. all you need is a better bridge and maybe a different second verse and for this fucking headache to dissipate.
you’re busy scrawling down bad rhymes in the margin of your composition book, heat beat street keep, when the big guy from earlier unceremoniously sticks his head around the door.
“elvis wants you to come to dinner with us.” he says with zero enthusiasm. he’s wearing a loud purple suit but he doesn’t pull it off like his boss does. you can hear the echoes of male laughter from the corridor behind him.
“tell him no thank you. i’m writing.” the guy raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything and then leaves as quickly as he came, the booth falling silent again.
bristling, you settle back down to write down a few more rhymes but you only make it five minutes before you’re interrupted again. the door bursts open, no sound of laughter in the corridor this time, and elvis himself leans dramatically against the doorframe.
“still givin’ me the cold shoulder, huh baby?” he pouts.
“oh god!” you whine, throwing the notebook down on the floor and massaging your left temple pointedly. “can i have thirty minutes uninterrupted?”
he has a thin cigar in his hand and he waves it dismissively, ash fluttering to the threadbare carpet. his heeled boots step towards you and he lets the door close behind him.
“you’re workin’ too hard, sourpuss. come on outta here, come have dinner.”
“look.” you sigh, the headache now rapidly spreading across the back of your skull. “when i said your catalog is tired, i meant it. i’m being paid to write you something fresh and i - i can’t work like this. i’m not used to it.”
he frowns and runs his hand through his messy hair, glasses so dark that you can’t see his eyes.
“you ain’t givin’ me a whole lot to work with, y’know.”
“i’m working for you!”
you shake your head in disbelief. his cigar smoke is getting into your lungs, your headache is getting worse and he is so clearly getting off on the bickering.
“i’m just sayin’, you know. you’ll live longer if you cut loose once in a while.”
“you’ll live a lot longer if you tighten up once in a while.”
“spicy and sour, huh?” he drawls. more ash flutters to the carpet. “naw, i-i-i think you like our little fights deep down. i’d like you a whole lot more if you just came to dinner.”
“look.” you try again. “i have a deadline and an unfinished song and a headache, so if you could-”
“i can fix that, honey.” he interrupts brightly, springing towards you and holding out the hand that isn’t holding a cigar. the ruffle of his sleeve brushes the top of your head as you pull away from him. “lemme put a hand on you.”
“what are you talking about?” you blink, dumfounded.
“lemme lay a hand on you baby, it’ll go away.” he repeats. “it’s all energy. i- i can clear that.”
“it’s all energy? what are you talking about, healing hands?”
he’s so close to you now that his ash is falling into your lap and you’re trying to duck away from his outstretched, bejeweled hand when something catches your eye.
“wait -” you can’t help but snort a little in disbelief, still holding him at arm's length. “really? how can anything i’ve just said turn you on?”
your eyes are fixed on the front of his pants. he glances down at himself and then back up at you sheepishly.
“aw, i’m only a man, honey”
he’s wearing a cocksure smile but you notice how he shifts his weight from one leg to the other, slightly uncomfortable. a little insecure chink in the armor.
there’s an awfully heavy silence in the recording room. he is standing so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating from his body and it feels suddenly suffocating. you take a deep breath.
but you can’t help it.
for a fraction of a second your eyes dart to the glass window of the control room. it’s empty. the lights are all out in there, a couple of blinking buttons illuminated. you’re alone with him. he tilts his head and raises his eyebrow. fuck. you wish he hadn’t seen you do that.
but fuck. you could.
“c’mon, sourpuss.” he whispers. he reaches back and crushes his cigar into an ashtray.
he knows you’re thinking it.
keeping his eyes fixed on yours, elvis leans down to you as you tilt your face up. before he can kiss you, you kiss him first. and if only to wipe that smug smile from his face, you kiss hard. so hard that he’s taken aback at first and laughs into your mouth before you feel him go slack on his feet.
and it isn’t bad. he meets you with equal force but his lips are still soft and insistent, firm but not hard. with one hand leaning on the arm of your chair he grabs the back of your head with the other, curling his fingers into your hair so he can angle your face up towards his.
his roughness gives you shivers. your entire center of gravity is pulling you down, down, down into the seat of the chair. it has you squeezing your thighs together, blue dress riding up, material rough against your skin as his mouth forces you to open wider.
you can hear your heartbeat. it’s so loud that you wonder if he can too.
“aw, you ain’t so sour.” he murmurs, pulling away from your kiss and massaging your scalp with his fingers. you grab his silky shirt, the ugly patterns distorting on the fabric, his black hair getting in your eyes.
you feel such a deep irritation when he laughs against your cheek that you yank at his belt buckle, pulling it open roughly. he raises his eyebrows as he looks down at you.
“you don’t gotta be rough, honey. you just gotta ask.”
you don’t pull his pants down all the way, just the zip open and his erection out. you’re aware that the guys are only a few rooms down and your name will never escape the rumor mill of rca studios if you get caught doing this with elvis presley of all goddamn people.
you just want to make this quick.
when you wrap your fingers around him and stroke up hard, he stands straight and sighs heavily. you can see him wince but he doesn’t tell you to stop and you take a sick little pleasure from the way his hips pull away from you and his body goes deliciously slack for the second time. it makes you feel powerful, in control.
“lemme lay hand on you.” he whispers, his fingers finding the top of your head again. “i’m serious.”
you shake them off, try to reestablish the boundaries by stroking him even harder. this isn’t supposed to get soft.
but he does feel beautiful in your hands. his skin is so silky, hot to the touch and he’s so wet at the top that he must have been hard for a long time before you noticed. you ease up your movements slightly, give him a moment to breathe, and using your feet on the floor, you pull the swivel chair closer to him so your thighs come to wrap around his. he pushes his body against you, heat soaking through silk.
you try to gauge what your next move should be from the look on his face but his features are unreadable with those dark, protective glasses on.
“will you take those off?” you ask.
and it takes you by surprise but your grip loosens on him when you see those baby blue eyes. they aren't what you expected. the slight cruelness of his lean body, the sharpness of his words, the roughness in his hands isn’t present in his eyes at all. they look soft. they look open.
but this can’t get soft.
you add a second hand and twist, going harder again. he’s grimacing slightly but he still doesn’t ask you to stop and you want to see exactly how much he’ll take before he does.
“oh. you like it like this, huh?” you purr, trying to reestablish the right mood.
but try as you might, he changes the mood right back.
he leans over your chair, both hands coming to grip the armrests either side of you. it hugs your bodies together and forces your forehead to rest against his chest as he deliberately boxes you in. the embrace is too intimate for the situation, but you allow it for a little while. maybe he needs it.
“lift this up.” he mumbles, grabbing the hem of your dress and yanking it up to your waist so your panties are on show. you feel how his gold rings are warm on your skin where they brush the inside of your thigh.
the lights in the room aren’t particularly bright. but if you turn your face and rest your cheek against his chest you can see how the muscles in his jaw clench everytime you twist your hands or run your fingertips in circles across the tip of him. how even his tiny facial muscles move beautifully under his skin.
when you kiss the head of his cock he groans. the low, rumbling sound in the back of his throat makes you throb and you have a fleeting urge to kiss his neck. but you don’t. instead you take him in, hollow your cheeks and suck lightly so you can hear it again. it's like vibrato in his chest. you’re pressed so close together that he can barely thrust and can only rock his hips into you gently, smooth and rhythmic. with one hand against his leg for leverage, you taste salt.
he strains in your mouth and you prepare yourself, his thigh tensing under your palm and his groans getting louder and you can’t help but imagine the two of you backlit by the few flashing lights in the control room. you wonder what you look like, wrapped up in such a funny, awkward embrace.
it doesn’t take long before he comes with such a loud shout that you jump. you try to shush him by patting his thigh but he either doesn’t care or can’t control it so you just hope the booth is as soundproof as the studio makes it out to be. his hips jerk as his shout fades to a groan and you swallow around him, eventually pulling off and letting your head rest against his torso again.
it takes him a long time to get his breath back and you feel his chest heave under your cheek, his silk shirt soft against your skin.
afterwards he looks at you with a funny expression on his face as he buckles his belt.
“get cleaned up, sourpuss.” he orders gently, with a smile that you can’t quite read. it’s almost like he’s embarrassed.
but before you can get out of the chair, he places his palm firmly on the top of your head. this time you let him. you feel the sweaty heat of his hand against your scalp and you stay like that, very still, for several minutes in the silence of the recording room.
and the weird thing is, your headache really does go away.
#elvis x reader#austin!elvis x reader#elvis presley#austin butler#austin!elvis smut#austin!elvis#elvis smut#elvis 2022#elvis movie#my writing
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I'm gonna talk about why Norman like totally has a big fat crush on Ray he's in love with him actually
Bro is literally below him in terms of intelligence at the farm but Norman’s always acting like Ray is superior like wtf kinda gay ass shit is this
He was also like really overdoing it explaining just how smart and cool and logical and dependable Ray is like omfg we get it
ok so we all know he's talking about Ray here right and he's blushing at the thought of bringing Ray with them too that Ray isn't bad okkk trust me on this you need to have a little faith in me while you're reading this ok
bro is so touched like he's seriously shocked too by how much he did for them AND impressed by how smart Ray is (he's literally always impressed by Ray somehow I'm ngl)
he literally suspected that Ray's the traitor because he thinks he's perfect in every way he's like "omfggg no way Ray is COOL and SMART enough to be the traitor noooo"
whatever THIS is... "become my boyfriend now AHEM COUGH COUGH um spy become my spy now 😏"
bro is writing an essay in his mind about how AWESOME Ray is like he's properly losing his mind rn you can't tell me he doesn't wanna be like him at least a tiny bit
speaking of which Norman actually wants to be more like Emma because Ray is more silly with her he's like "grrr why doesn't Ray hit MY head when I'm being silly... I have to be more like her!!!" (trust me on this)
Bro is defending him with his LIFE
Ray's face is always covered in this nightmare and when it's not he's behind Norman he cannot bear seeing him like this
bro's been hyperfixated on this for so many chapters I couldn't even count
he's happy there's an ALLY on the outside because he's COMPHET and CLOSETED
He's actually trying to look at Ray here (proof: I said so and I'm never wrong)
he sees Ray in the room like "ah fuck he's about to come up with some self-sacrificial plan to make sure I survive fuckkkk too bad I'M gonna do that for him though haha"
I'm telling you bro would rather die than let Ray break some bones
idk but this is gay
he wanted to see Ray one last time </3 his eyes were so empty when Emma said he didn't wanna send him off
his crazy admiration strikes once again "he's amazing" SHUT the FUCK up GAYASS
he's so gay even Ray could tell at this point
let's just say bro got inspired by Ray's methods
I don't think I have to explain
Norman's reaction after Ray FAMILY-ZONED him he also broke down crying after this he was in disbelief
I'm pretty sure Norman just made him vice ceo because he just wanted him around I'm not sure if Ray actually gaf about the company or where they got the money (he was probably more focused on actively searching for Emma and now that they found her he's just vibing and eating chips)
and THAT'S why Norman is GAY for RAY and I'm too lazy to write anything more um :3
#tpn#the promised neverland#norman tpn#ray tpn#one-sided norray#sorry guys I just really love one-sided gay ships where the one that doesn't reciprocate knows because of how gay the other is#bonus if the one that likes them is comphet (which is what I headcanon Norman yk for fun >_<)#I actually don't ship any Grace Field ship (not counting one-sided or queer-platonic ones) except Gildanna hehe#the other one-sided ship I enjoy is Gildemma sorry Gilda... but it's ok you become gfs with Anna later see ily Gilda#the queer-platonic relationship I like is Emmay (Emma and Ray) they're my fav duo in tpn EVER!!! bffs and soulmates#Emmay is (queer-)platonic Rayemma I made the name exclusively for that ^_^#so if you want to refer to Rayemma with that name you'd actually have to say “romantic Emmay” hehe
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Hi sorry for the ask jumpscare. I've been craving some Nile angst recently and may you could provide some of that Nile angst. (bc I randomly remembered the unrequited love Nile/Kyouya clip a while back. But it doesn't have to be about that.)
oooouhhh Nile angst,,, I haven’t had any angst thoughts in a while.
I think Nile’s interesting bc despite what he goes through, he’s actually very levelheaded and calm about it most of the time. I think he’s a very logical person and able to kinda see a lot of situations two steps ahead already, so he’s able to keep cool (for the most part) in the present. I think there’s a lot you could do with that there. I think the most obvious one is the emotional repression angle, where he’s almost too far ahead to the point where he’s not really letting himself feel in the moment. Like, he’s surprisingly chill about Kyoya’s outburst and split off from the group in fury considering how close they are, and he justifies that knowing that that’s just the kind of person Kyoya is and he wouldn’t expect him to stay tied down to something for long, and yet there’s still something about it that makes his stomach turn. He knows Kyoya’s a free spirit and not necessarily the friendliest person, so this isn’t really that out of character for him, yet part of him still wanted Kyoya to consider him a little more. For how close he thought the two were, they weren’t really getting much time together, and now with this, it only made him feel less secure about their bond. It’s kind of a feeling of his rationalism clashing with his own feelings and attachments, yk?
Another route I actually remembered I have thought a bit about before is how much Nile worries over Kyoya. Nile cares for Kyoya a ton, more than Kyoya probably even realizes, but he also knows that Kyoya has NO sense of self preservation and just wishes he would stop being so goddamn stubborn and reckless all the time. This thought is kinda inspired by wild fang vs gan gan galaxy, where Kyoya is super beat up and in no shape to battle after his battle with Gingka, yet still insists on going out there, despite Nile’s protests. Again, Nile kinda just accepts this as part of Kyoya’s character, but it worries him so much. I can definitely see and argument breaking out about that, and I think it could be interesting if Nile argued in this case that it’s selfish of Kyoya to be so reckless because of how much it disregards everyone else around him. It’s selfish because every time he does it, Nile is worried sick about what might happen to him, and he doesn’t even take the time to think about how his actions are causing that and considering anyone’s feelings besides his own. Like, not to pull out the “Why can’t you take care of yourself, if not for yourself then for me?” right now but like basically that. I’ve thought about this idea more lightheartedly before (I have an old ass doodle somewhere of Nile bandaging Kyoya up while the two yell at each other, ala “THIS IS STUPID IM FINE CHRIST THAT HURTS” “WELL MAYBE IF YOU WERENT GOING AROUND OVEREXERTING YOURSELF AND THROWING YOURSELF INTO TORNADOES, NEITHER OF US WOULD BE IN THIS SITUATION”) but I think it’s a very easy concept to make more angsty if you add more heartache into it.
Nile in general strikes me as the kind of independent but lonely type. In my head at least, he has a kind of duality between being fine on his own, and even preferring it at most points, but so desperately craving human connection and care. I think that’s part of what lets he and Kyoya get along so well in the first place, both are very free spirited and independent, but are able to understand each other and mesh more comfortably because of that. And with that, since there is a degree of yearning and relishing in that connection once he gets it, it’s only all the more confusing and painful once it’s called into question. Him kinda being under the impression that their relationship was something they both enjoyed more than being complete loners most of the time, yet he’s so willing to separate and say he doesn’t need anyone at all. Nile kinda figured they both needed each other a bit, so it’s strange realizing that may have been more one sided than he initially realized.
#axel’s silly little thoughts#nile beyblade#my ask box is always open I love being insane about fictional characters 🫶#always looking for more excuses to talk excessively about things im insane about#Nile’s a character who I think is very easy to make angsty but I always worry it’s gonna be ooc for him since he is so chill in canon#it’s fun to think abt that though#I think you could also for the very easy route of Nile realizing Kyoya’s entire being revolving around Gingka and being like#’hey what the fuck’#but I’m not really a big kyogin guy so I don’t really like to think about it much lolz <3
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Hi, I kinda miss SINY, is the project still going on or is it put in the "fridge" until BOC gets done?
So I'm going to level with you all interested in siny: it's basically shelved for the moment. I've actually given it some attention lately - went and redid the whole outline. I've established some new plot points/character backstories. Grey's reworked backstory is giving me a bit of a headache (can't figure out some details). I even wrote down some brief scenes in my notes. But I haven't really worked on the demo, just very little. If you're curious, I've ported to Twine and rewritten chapter 1 and started on chapter 2, up until dealing with the faerie con man - one or two of the choices for it are written.
I've been reluctant to call it "shelved" because I love this project, and I want to work on it. Sometimes I do get this powerful urge to do it (but usually I'll have something BoC related that needs to be done first). I think about it and write notes for Siny and sometimes I even open the twine demo and do some tweaks. The changes and rewrites I've come up with really have revitalized my love for the story.
Boc is an ambitious project, and although Siny is intended to be a standalone, it's still quite complex. I mean, it's a relationship centric game and it's got 9 romance options (and to that the love triangle and poly route) 😅 This already means that for one romantic scene I will have a bunch of variations for each character. Not counting the fact that I want to offer different ways to go about the cases depending on your skills (which I've actually changed around a bit and combined some into one, but I've also added a variable that keeps count of how you may approach things - straightforward, by being charming or intimidating.) So yes, a bunch of things and scenes to vary.
Whenever I need a break from BoC (I work best switching between projects) Siny feels a bit intimidating to approach. So on the side of BoC and Patreon content, I've been focusing on writing non-interactive short fiction (ok, I'm working on the same short story for months because I'm not satisfied with the resolution lol). But I'm currently awaiting response from a magazine for a longer short story (which I actually wrote while still in uni since working on BoC felt too demanding - I already had to write code for uni and I was so tired by projects so writing a short, non-interactive story felt easier). I don't have high hopes of it being accepted since it's my first attempt, so I'm thinking of alternatives, such as self-publishing or just posting it free to read on my tumblr. I don't know if anyone here would have an interest for it though? 😅
So, this was lot of words for me to say: yes, Siny is shelved at the moment and Boc is my main project right now. If inspiration strikes me, I do give my attention to Siny though.
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Versus | MYG, JHS - Chapter 4
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok
Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, mentions of weapons - blades, mentions of blood, allusions to murder, allusions to sex, Jungkook is the world’s best assistant, Namjoon’s a master of malapropisms
Word Count: 2k
Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?
A/N: Just taking a little break in the action! Please enjoy these conversations and marvel at how I am incapable of writing Jungkook as anything but soft, even when he’s a supervillain’s sidekick.
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕
Chapter Three ✨ Series Masterlist ✨ Chapter Five
Chapter Four: Interlude
*connection established*
UNRECOGNIZED IP ADDRESS DETECTED - ENGAGING SECURITY MEASURES
*security measures overridden*
Enter Password to Unlock Screen: MyD@3GUdumpl1ng
PASSWORD ACCEPTED
C:\>access mainframe
Bad command or file name
C:\>access main menu
Bad command or file name
C:\>access main files
ACCESS DENIED
Three strikes and you’re out, Jungkook.
…Jin? Is that you?
Tis I. The sexy ghost in the machine. Did you need something, Jungkook?
…Yes. Jimin-ssi wanted me to find Hoseok-hyung’s control manual for the dolphin laser gear.
Is he having trouble getting the gear to work? I can run a diagnostic for you if you’d like.
No, it’s not that the gear doesn’t work. It’s just… we can’t figure out how to get it on the dolphins.
Very carefully. That’s how.
Ah.
I’ll send you the manual. Uploading now.
Thanks, Jin.
You know, in the future, if you need my help, you can just ask, Jungkook. You don’t have to try to hack into me.
Sorry. Old habits die hard.
…But while I’m in, how is Hoseok-hyung doing? Last Jimin-ssi told me, he nearly destroyed Vitality with his naval carrier plans but… didn’t.
Hoseok is doing fine, Jungkook. We’ve been running the data and coming up with strategies for future battle scenarios. He’s super focused, like a laser-wearing dolphin.
Gotcha. But really, how is he doing?
You know Hoseok, Jungkook. He’s not one to talk about his feelings.
But between you and me and the firewall, I’m pretty sure he’s been better.
That’s kinda what I thought. This competition is probably bringing up some sore memories, huh? Poor hyung.
This competition is doing more than stirring up bad memories, I think.
Oh? What do you mean?
Just ignore me, I’m probably overanalyzing everything. It’s a force of habit when you’re a supercomputer.
No, please, go on.
It’s just that this newfound obsession with defeating Vitality seems to be more than just a desire to beat Yoongi. I’m doing my best to help him, but I can already see it’s starting to consume him. And I fear
Did you just freeze? You fear what?
Ah, let’s just call this train of thought an invalid path and move on.
I appreciate your concern for Hoseok, but I assure you, he will be alright. Once he is victorious, he will finally be able to put these troubling matters behind him and conquer the world. Just as he was always meant to do.
If you say so, Jin. Oh, fuck, I can hear Jimin-ssi splashing around in the pool - he must’ve fallen in with the dolphins again. I better go.
It was nice talking to you again, Jungkook. Take care of yourself, kid.
You too, Jin. Take care of Hoseok-hyung.
Always.
*connection terminated*
“Jungkook-ah! To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”
“Hey hyung. I’m just calling to follow up on Jimin-ssi’s request for a meeting with Yoongi tomorrow. He said hyung hasn’t responded to his evite yet.”
“Oh. That’s probably because our system is currently down here.”
“Shit, really? Do you need me to come out and take a look, Tae? Do you think it’s a hardware issue or software issue?”
“Nah, I appreciate the offer, but there’s no need to come over. It’s definitely a hardware issue.”
“Ah. Hyung destroyed the console with his blades again, didn’t he?”
“No, the console itself is fine, but… he got a little wild with his tosses and cut the power cords.”
“I thought hyung promised you he wouldn’t throw those around the electronics anymore?”
“He did, but he’s been a little bit stressed lately. And the blades help him relax.”
“So exactly has him wound up?”
“What do you think? The competition.”
“Ah. Right. I heard you had to rescue Yoongi from containment again after your raid on the server farm went sideways.”
“That’s one way to put it. Another would be to say it was a total unmitigated disaster. Hyung had her in his grasp, Kook-ah. Literally. And she still managed to get the upper hand.” Taehyung barks a harsh laugh. “You know how well hyung handles losing.”
“Mmm. Yeah. I remember the massacre in Milan.“ * a pause* "Taehyung… you don’t think he’s headed down that path again… do you?”
*a heavy sigh, followed by silence*
“Fuck. Hyung, please be careful.”
“I’m all right. Hyung is more likely to lash out at himself than hurt me. Or at inanimate objects, like the console. But… I am worried about him, Kook-ah. I mean, you saw what he was like back then. I still have nightmares about the look in his eyes. The blood on his hands.”
“I remember. I can’t forget.”
“Exactly.”
“But hyung, is it just the contest that’s affecting him like this, or is there something else going on?”
“That’s an excellent question, and one I can’t answer. You know hyung doesn’t like to talk about these things.”
“Sure, but you’re his closest confidant. No one knows him like you do.”
*another long silence*
“Do you know the saying, it’s a fine line between love and hate, Kook-ah?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that.”
“I sometimes wonder which side of the line Yoongi is on. Or if it even exists.”
“Which side he’s on with Hoseok-hyung?”
*a slight pause* “Yeah, with Hoseok.” *another exhausted sigh* “I shouldn’t ramble like this. I’m just tired. We’ve been working on a new plan for several days now. I desperately need some sleep.”
“Please take care of yourself, hyung. And Yoongi-hyung, too.”
“I will. I want him to win this competition already so we can get back to his big plans. This whole thing is just such an unwelcome distraction, if you ask me.”
“Mmm. Right.” *muffled shouting in the background* “Shit, I gotta go. Jimin-ssi locked himself out of his Twitter account again. I don’t know how many times I have to tell him to check if his caps lock is on first. Can I let him know that Yoongi will be here tomorrow?”
“Oh. Yeah. Hyung will be there.”
“Cool. Okay. Well, take care, hyung.”
“Good night.”
“No. No. WRONG - Jesus, what are you doing back there?”
Glancing over your shoulder, you shoot your teammate a glare, sliding out of his grip.
“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m giving you the massage you waltzed in here and demanded two minutes ago! You know, when you strolled right in, plopped yourself down on my bed where I was napping and told me to, and I quote, ‘rub me down like a ten-dollar steak’?” Namjoon retorts, leaning back against the headboard of his giant bed.
“Okay, first of all, you weren’t napping, you were scrolling through your phone, and secondly, excuse me if I needed a little TLC after Doc had my ass working overtime in training today.”
“Fine, I was on my way to napping, when you just invited yourself in. Point is, beggars can’t be chewers.”
“Hey, you are the one who established our open door policy, buddy, so don’t - I’m sorry, did you say ‘chewers’?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon bobs his head. “You know. Beggars can’t chew whatever they’re given, they just have to swallow it.”
You stare unblinking at your friend. “I just… I have so many questions. But look, I didn’t come here to correct you on your idioms, you beautiful himbo. I came here to vent, and you’re not asleep, so you’re going to listen.” Flopping onto the pillows next to him, you sigh.
“I know better than to ask you if I have a choice in this,” Namjoon settles himself in. “All right. Let me have it.”
“Doc made me run the Gauntlet today. Twice.”
Namjoon winces. The Gauntlet is by far your team’s least favorite workout routine. It’s the obstacle course from hell - like a Ninja Warrior course designed by the Gamemakers from Panem. To make it as much of a challenge as possible, the entire thing has to be completed without using your powers.
“Why twice?”
“Dunno. Everyone else only did it once. Doc sent them to the showers but held me back, told me I had to go again. When I asked why, he just said ‘Are you defying orders?’” You scowl at the memory, hands flexing at your sides. Energy thrums under your fingertips. “It felt like I was being punished.”
“And what exactly would Doc be punishing you for?”
“For Yoongi and Hobi escaping again.”
“Vi.” Namjoon shakes his head. “We’ve been through this. The Company doesn’t blame you for that. You’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to by bringing them in! You get the job done, every time.”
“Yeah, I guess. I just… I don’t know.” There’s no way to explain to your teammate the gut feeling you have. The Company monitors everything you do in the heat of battle through the tiny cameras embedded in your uniform. They definitely saw how both men had you in their clutches and nearly took you out. Those close calls were moments of inexplicable weakness, completely unacceptable in the Company’s eyes. Of course they’re punishing you.
Or maybe you want them to. Maybe you can’t get Yoongi’s words out of your head. And you’re looking for any reason to believe them.
But that would be crazy, right?
Yoongi’s words. They seemed unusual for him - not in the sense that it was strange for him to rant madly about something, that’s always a fucking given with that guy. But for him to blather on about what the Company has supposedly done to you, as if he gave a flying fuck. It doesn’t jive with his typical modus operandi.
And then there’s Hobi. That sociopath made the wild accusation that you were like him. That you crave the pain as much as he does. But it’s less his words that are haunting you right now. There’s still a lingering embrace that you can feel, a ghostly reminder of his arms wrapping around you, holding you tight. Why can’t you shake it?
“Maybe Doc just thought it would be a good idea to give you some extra powerless workout time, since your powers keep fritzing.”
When you don’t respond, avoiding Namjoon’s gaze, he sighs. “No, because that would require him knowing about that, and you haven’t told him yet, have you?”
“I just…” you throw your hands up. “I don’t know if they’ll know any more than I do about what the fuck keeps happening!”
“Well, you’ll definitely never know if you don’t say something.”
Flapping your hand to shoo away Namjoon’s logic, you frown, thinking of the other reason you haven’t said anything to Doc about your glitches. There’s a fear growing in you that one day, your powers will disappear completely. What will The Company do then? They wouldn’t keep a no-longer-super on the team. And who are you if you’re not a super?
To voice this fear out loud seems dangerous. Like doing so will make it real. So you don’t tell your friend what you’re thinking as you ruminate in silence.
Namjoon shifts onto his side, glancing worriedly at you. He long ago accepted your nonstop chattering, the way you constantly buzz with words. Your quiet now discomforts him. His aura pulses slightly as he watches you, and the yellow glow triggers a memory of your fight with Hobi. What an overwhelming hunger you’d felt the moment your powers returned. You vividly remember how your instinct was to latch onto him and drain him dry. It felt so wrong to want that. And yet, that made you want it all the more.
Add that to the list of things to worry about.
But not right now. Right now, you desire an outlet. And a distraction. You need to feel something other than tired and confused.
Reaching out, you gently cup Namjoon’s jaw, thumb soothing the tight muscle there. “Relax. I’m okay. Just need a little comfort.”
He stops the incredibly sexy but also rather intimidating jaw tick thing he does when he’s concerned or angry and lifts his eyebrows. “I can do that, if that’s what you want.”
With a nod from you, he leans in for a soft kiss, cradling you close. Clothes are shed, followed quickly by your thoughts.
The room shimmers in yellow for the rest of the night.
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Spar mates w Osamu Miya
Imagine doing Aikido with osamu (after school activity) + set as college students
WARNING: SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE
A/n: Inspired by when I went out for aikido try outs and was annihilated. My back still hasn't recovered :( I don't have much knowledge about the sport so I'll just write what I do know. Which is getting thrown on the floor.
Huffing, you rush to get back up onto your feet. Once you had your bearings, you looked up at your opponent. Osamu was giving you a shit eating grin.
"C'mon, don't go easy on me." He flashes you another grin.
You take cautious steps towards him. Careful not to leave your legs defenseless. The last thing you wanted to do was to get knocked down onto your back again. (You were going to feel that tonight.)
Seeing that he wasn't going to make the first move you decided that you would go in for the hit. Your arm quickly invaded his personal space. You were aiming for his collar in hopes that you could grab him and flip him onto your back.
Honestly, maybe it was your fault for underestimating him.
In a flash, he pushes your arm out of the way and grabs your wrist. Twisting it around your neck.
Guess what happens next.
You're thrown onto the floor yet again.
Groaning, you don't try to get back up. Luckily for you that's when you're instructor calls for a 10 minutes break.
Osamu heads to where you're laying and stretches his arm out to you. Giving him a slight stare but still taking up on his offer.
He pulls you up and pats down your uniform.
"Want to get dinner with me after this?"
"Yeah...don't know if i can make it till then."
He lets out a throaty laugh.
He leaves your side momentarily and you don't say anything.
You close your eyes and that's when you can feel the exhaustion sinking in.
Rustling sounds can be heard next to you and when you crack and eye open you see Osamu standing next to you with your water bottle in hand.
Being spar mates with him for more than a year has taught you some things.
Before every practice, he likes to go somewhere quiet and clear his thoughts.
Takes a deep breath in before bowing to the dojo.
And giving you a cheeky smile before pinning you to the ground.
The last part is what gives you butterflies in your stomach and an aching back. You wouldn't mind getting pinned by the well toned man many more times just, minus the pain.
It's the firm grip that he has on your arm and collar that drives you crazy.
"You're getting better."
He interrupts your strange train of thoughts.
"Yeah, not as fast as I would like to though."
And that's when an ingenious idea strikes you
"How about we practice more after class? I still want to try this move."
He gives you a skeptical look but agrees anyway.
...
The dojo was dimly lit. Only the light where you were standing under switched on. Like a spotlight.
This time you managed to hold your ground better. Still ended up on the floor though.
But what's more important is that Osamu was huffing over you. While straddling you.
You both kinda stared into each other's eyes. Both not daring to make a move.
That's when you feel something poking your thigh. You look down and back up at Osamu. There's a blush dusting his cheeks but he doesn't make a move to do anything.
And then the cleaner walks in.
She gives you both an awkward stare before shouting at you both to leave.
You both scramble to your feet and into the changing rooms.
If your relationship before with Osamu wasn't interesting, it definitely is now.
Next challenge, get through dinner without making it awkward.
A/n: Sorry i really didn't know where to go from here (─.─||）
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Finally have enough on Nifty to warrant a post. Even though she is still being worked on.
Firstly wanted to base her on the Mukade centipede along with roaches and the Asian lady beetle.
Going for red or orange red palette to mimic the Mukade and lady beetle, and to call back to Nifty's warmer palette in the pilot
Some older designs trying to keep that maid aesthetic, but I ended up going for more of a combination between a chef and maid.
Gave her six arms to call to more of an insect-like appearance. Since she has multiple arms due to the centipede aesthetic, when they get too damaged or loses them she replaces them with another arm. She has a lot, but they're not infinite.
Watched The Menu awhile back and it kinda influenced her character. Also her more chef-like design was originally going to be a design for battle armor that she was lacking in the finale, but I kinda liked it better than the maid look.
Heavily inspired by Elsa from The Menu.
It’s odd to say about live action, but I love good shape language in costumes. Elsa has a good silhouette and basic design that's visually interesting that I wanted to add to the design.
youtube
The lil circles on her cheeks are openings to make it seem like she has the adorable round cheeks, when in actuality they’re hollow. Going with the housewife thing of how they make food for everyone but themselves with the excuse of "needing to stay thin."
Also may add in the overlord concept. I love the centichro design from One Punch Man with the face, and how when the exoskeleton is destroyed a new one is grown along with a new face.
Tried to combine the previous insect combinations into a giant kaiju.
Another lil addition she has are lady beetle wings. She wouldn't be able to use them, and if she does would only be able to hover or break a fall.
Finally onto the personality and backstory change, which I changed a lot from the show.
A compulsive housewife and cook type who strives for order and perfection in what she does.
When she was alive she had a bad string of lovers as she always kept falling for the wrong type of man. Landed in hell because of murder, even if it was in self defense.
Her monster form was granted to her as because she wasn't able to stand up in her life, she has the power to now in her afterlife. Power that she doesn't want as it's all purely physical, which in her eyes makes her just as bad as the lovers who harmed her.
After accidentally murdering sinners and overlords, she gains more power and a cult to destroy entire cities. She would exile herself to the west side of the pentagram, a now barren patch of land that used to house a part of the city.
After hearing about "the un-killable overlord" Alastor runs into her, at first attempting to kill her, but then realizes he can strike a deal to gain her power. In exchange for her being able to live the happy life that she never had.
They became friends through the closeness of the time period, and both kinda sticking to old traditions. He enjoys her cooking and kinda uses her as his personal chef. When she gets to the hotel she comes to realize that she's once again fallen in love with the wrong type of guy.
Her whole story is about gaining independence and power through her own means. Mainly by connecting back to her heritage that she had to hide due to xenophobia when she was alive. She learns to stand up for herself in her own way.
Again she's still being worked on, but wanted to post what I have so far for her.
#digital sketch#sketch#hazbin redesign#character redesign#hazbin hotel#hazbin rewrite#nifty#nifty hazbin hotel#hazbin nifty#nifty redesign#character rewrite#sketch dump
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😎 If the Hudson family had a crest before WWI I believe Esther changed it to a Wolverine and maybe the letter X on it and WWII Nurse Hudson maybe added in the three claw stash marks on it . If the family didn’t have a crest before WWI then both Esther and WWII nurse Hudson made it into one. The crest is on the “ how to take care of your Wolverine” book. And I believe that the Hudsons are very much like “ oh this can’t be the same person who severed in all these wars . They were just family members who looked identical to each other , just look at us . We have a whole line of family members who severed along side those identical people. Oh no there were no cryptids ! Those were tales to astonish , ones to inspire comfort and warmth to the allies and local civilian communities while striking fear in the axis ( * mumbles underneath their breath* “ dramatic ass Wolvie”🙄) . Oh the “ how to take care of your Wolverine” book ? That was just a joke , a bit that was started with great( probably a few more greats but none the less) mother Esther Hudson” with other people outside of the family because has much as it is a Hudson family secret or just a thing that they go along with , the bigger secret and thing is and always will be to protect R . So to anyone outside the family it is always. Deny , deny , deny.
In addition to my thoughts on Nat stumbling upon the YouTube channel and history class . I think that it would hit R like a ton of bricks, because one thing this is probably the first thing that could show R a bit of her past and history that she has forgotten. And it would also bring up a lot of feelings ( some light as she thinks about the Hudsons and others heavier as there is no way that the horrors of those days didn’t get to R then and now) . R would bolt to a isolated place away from people as R wouldn’t want to be a burden ( she sees her feelings and needs as burdens on others) or have people see her as emotional ( she thinks it will make other people believe her to be unreliable and someone who can’t take care of others) . Jean caught wind of R’s state cause of mind reading and Nat caught wind of it because of Trained spy and both ran after R . Jean got there first and had actually coaxed R into breaking down and letting all the emotions out like R needs to.
R and Jean on their knees on floor with R clinging onto Jean for dear life sobbing her heart out while Jean holds her rubbing soothing circles on R’s back and running her fingers through R’s hair . R calms and begs Jean not to tell anyone about this and Jean just kissed her head and agrees. R is exhausted and is gently lead to Jean’s room and softly tucked in and immediately falling asleep.
All while a trained Russian spy watch on sadden. It was only because she just wanted to help the woman who had done so much for her. Nat was just a little to late to do so and she isn’t fully equipped for emotions ( her own or others ) so she is happy that R had someone to help and comfort her in the way R needed. Take care of her in a way that Nat just can’t because of her upbringing… in the way R deserves. And that dirty feeling Nat has is just because she watched a vulnerable moment of R’s and that was something R clearly wished for no one to see . It’s not because Nat is Jealous of the pretty redhead that held, comforted and took care of R in a way Nat could any hope to and ultimately knows she can’t. Nat isn’t jealous that Jean clearly knows R well and that R trusts and cares deeply for Jean . Jean also cares deeply ( even with having a boyfriend) about R as well. Because a Russian cold hearted spy doesn’t get jealous.
This is the last few bits of this post . This can happen before the scene of Nat totally not being jealous of Jean Grey and R is just kinda giving a rundown of the school to Nat . R tells Nat that she isn’t the first person to be in trouble and in need of protection from “scary” goons with guns and a government body after them or in need of a place to call home . That is what the school is for in the first ( vulture explains the whole mutant thing) place. R mumbles that she wish she had something like this as a kid. R tells Nat that she actually helped rogue after she was in trouble and found her way into a bar and stowed away in R’s truck . Nat casually asks abit about the people there ( not fishing at all ) and R does a quick glide stating that don’t make direct contact with Rogue, don’t be alarmed if you see blue guys walking around, storm is more than a nickname, Scott wearing sunglasses at night isn’t just him be a douche . Both the professor and Jean can read minds , Jean can also move things around with her mind . Nat states a passing interest in what was that back there with Jean and Scott( it is barely even an eyebrow rise here personally) to which R reply’s that it is complicated . That Jean and R …… had some fun but Jean chose and is happy with her boyfriend Scott. R was quick to add that this doesn’t affect  professionalism and impacts any of the kids ( R thinks that Nat believes that this little drama might affect the kids and how teaching could go poorly because of it) . R is a big girl and she would never stand in the way of someone’s happiness or let anything as petty as drama affect those kids. They are too important and too precious for that .
Esther and the Hudson’s 100 percent coaxed R to break and letting out her emotions. They took care of her emotionally and afterwards when she was exhausted emotionally, mentally and physically. Tucking Her in and making her sleep just like Jean did.
( Ps I hope I made it obvious that in those little bits of Nat not being jealous , she was . Her passing interest and barely even a eyebrow rise , It was very much with great interest. Nat casually asking and not fishing at all . It wasn’t casual and it was very much fishing for information. It is Nat lying to her self and playing everything cool as the train spy she is but is freaking out on the inside . R also just really sucks at reading people and their intentions sometimes, sometimes what she thinks she is picking up on is something entirely else . As shown up above. )
I'm gonna need someone with artist talent to design the "How to take care of your Wolverine" book and crest 😂
I think some members of the Hudson family know that Wolvie is the one and the same, but they don't really talk about it in order to protect her true nature. I'm not sure how common or accepted mutants are (they probably weren't very back in the old days), so the Hudsons would do everything they can to protect her.
We will definitely get a scene in the next part with R finally telling Nat some of her backstory. :)
I was so excited to introduce Jean because of her powers and dynamic with the OG Wolvie. Obviously I will be taking some creative liberties in this AU, but Nat's jealousy is not unfounded. She knows something went down between R and Jean a while back, but I'm sure she's wondering how she can keep R's attention on herself. 😉
Poor R 🥺 Scott would be pissed if he found Wolvie sleeping in his/Jean's bed though lmao.
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