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Hello Hound!! Since it's Dialtown's 2nd anniversary, I've been planning up a few "general" related questions about your series that I've been meaning to ask, but I decided to save them up for the big day because why not? Anyways, here's what I've got, these were meant to be fun to answer so don't sweat it :]
1: How do you feel about Dialtown's success? Are you proud of how far you've come?
2: Which character was the MOST fun for you to write, and which was the most PAINFUL?
3: What is something you wish more people would talk about or just know about related to Dialtown in general?
4: If you had the opportunity to write a FULL complete, detailed life story of any of your characters, who would that be?
5: What's a character you wish you could have given more screen-time or just in general content? (Considering iirc you were trying to make sure Dialtown wasn't TOO long, so I was wondering if this ever came to mind)
6: From what I know, you've been doing the job of cosplaying several characters in the game and acting out their sprites, which one was the most fun to act out?
7: Speaking of sprites, do you have a sprite you could consider your favorite, out of ALL your characters?
8: Do you have a specific line of dialogue you could consider your favorite throughout the entire game?
9: Could you ever see Dialtown expanding into perhaps sequels or maybe even prequels? More DLCs mayhaps? Heck, maybe even a Dialtown 2 or a Chapter 4??
10: If you could make any fan-made interpretation (such as headcanons, designs, or ships) canon if given the opportunity, what do you think would be your pick?
11: What was the MOST fun part about developing Dialtown? Coming up with new characters? Writing them? Adding all the bizarre dialogue options?
12: And last but not least — on a scale of 1-10, how fun was developing Dialtown just in general?
That's all I have for now, and I'm really excited to see your answers!!
I normally don't answer this many questions, but... alright, sure, tis the season!
1: How do you feel about Dialtown's success? Are you proud of how far you've come?
Yeah, of course! I'm a lil proud, admittedly, but I'm aware of how comically little I really have to do with it all, even if I did make the game. Luck does play a LOT into it, of course. Granted, I made my share of predictions that wound up being useful, but it always comes down to lady luck at the end of the day. I've seen good projects fail and bad ones go viral. It's really all just a hodgepodge of probability and whimsy. That being said, I am very pleased with DT's success, and the community that's formed around the game! It caught me by surprise!
2: Which character was the MOST fun for you to write, and which was the most PAINFUL?
Gingi's always fun to write. And Mingus. Most painful is tough to say. Maybe Crown. I got a little weird when I wrote his full backstory, kinda caught up in the emotion Norm talks about. Never been a fan of stories getting cut short. You gotta wonder what would've happened if he'd made different choices, y'know?
3: What is something you wish more people would talk about or just know about related to Dialtown in general?
Honestly? Karen, probably. She's super underrated for sure. The fandom still loves her, but she doesn't get the same kind of attention as Oliver, Gingi, Randy, Norm. She's worth it.
4: If you had the opportunity to write a FULL complete, detailed life story of any of your characters, who would that be?
Oh, I already have. I have this monstruous 30-40 page document detailing Crown's life and entire career. It's quite a read. and quite a mind-fuck if you don't know Dialtown's universe too well.
5: What's a character you wish you could have given more screen-time or just in general content? (Considering iirc you were trying to make sure Dialtown wasn't TOO long, so I was wondering if this ever came to mind)
Oh yeah, a few characters had scenes that were cut. Stabby, Shooty, Mingus, Bunny, even Bigfoot! There's also the game's cut 6th datable, who was an interesting character with ties to other characters in the cast who I wanted to do more with. Ah, maybe one day.
6: From what I know, you've been doing the job of cosplaying several characters in the game and acting out their sprites, which one was the most fun to act out?
Bigfoot. I made the ape noises in the suit. Had to. It felt right.
7: Speaking of sprites, do you have a sprite you could consider your favorite, out of ALL your characters?
I quite like Norm's set, Mingus' too. Karen's poses too are quite good.
8: Do you have a specific line of dialogue you could consider your favorite throughout the entire game?
That answer probably changes every day. I like pretty much any scene where Mingus loses her temper.
9: Could you ever see Dialtown expanding into perhaps sequels or maybe even prequels? More DLCs mayhaps? Heck, maybe even a Dialtown 2 or a Chapter 4??
I'd love to make sequels one day! I've got a lot of ideas for where the characters/story would end up. By the time DT1 wrapped up, I'd conceptualized way too much stuff to put in one game (without it taking another few years to finish), so if I ever wanted to make sequels, I'd 100% know where to start! But, that's a later down the road conversation.
For now, I'm gonna keep working on the Roger DLC and if there's demand for more, I can go from there :)
10: If you could make any fan-made interpretation (such as headcanons, designs, or ships) canon if given the opportunity, what do you think would be your pick?
I guess I COULD do that with, like, anything. Nothing immediately springs to mind, since, y'know, I'm in control of the canon anyway. I will say, I've seen headcanons and theories that ARE scarily accurate to canon, to the point where I've feared people would just think I'm lifting stuff from the fanbase! It's a good thing I talk about these things with collaborators, huh? I've got a PAPER-TRAIL!!!
11: What was the MOST fun part about developing Dialtown? Coming up with new characters? Writing them? Adding all the bizarre dialogue options?
Finishing a new scene and realizing how stupidly long it was (without me realizing it) was always a treat. But yeah, writing the characters had to be it. Specifically any scene where a character the audience knows meets someone the audience doesn't know well (or at all), with the dynamic changing. Those are fun to write.
12: And last but not least — on a scale of 1-10, how fun was developing Dialtown just in general?
Hard question to answer. I do really wanna give a high number, but truthfully, a lot of game dev actually isn't super 'fun'. Some tasks are, granted, but many parts are a slog. Sitting and formatting dialogue, and then adding text pauses and pose changes isn't exactly a super thrilling activity. The engine itself also has some issues which I have to work around that adds to the workplace. Play-testing a scene for the 4th time isn't super fun either, or trying to figure out why the game crashes on some PCs and ONLY very rarely... Those tasks are Sisyphean to some degree.
...But, while most of those parts aren't fun, it's all still rewarding. There's a sense of accomplishment when you finish a scene. You get to look back at your hard work, remember the hours you spent typing dialogue into a text box and formatting mass amounts of pngs, painstakingly + manually getting the game's awful pre-loader to deal with the sprites right, etc... and suddenly, at the end, you've got this lil experience that people can play and enjoy. Somehow, the sum of all of those not so fun activities has created something that's going to make people laugh, feel happy. That's special. and even if some parts of development weren't super fun on their own, that's always what I remember. That in the end, all of those not so fun days mattered.
The route I agonized the most over was Oliver's. I went through a few weeks of writer's block, and now, it's one of the most popular routes in the game! Crazy how that happens. I was SURE for about a week that people would rank the route at the bottom! That's what I mean, all of the stress I went through trying to figure it out amounted to something people connected with! To think I almost CUT the route entirely!!!
And y'know, God knows Dialtown gave me something to throw myself at during a time where I REALLY needed the outlet. I'm very grateful to the project for that. So, I'll give DT an honorary 8 out of 10, even if it wasn't a consistently 8/10 experience making it heh heh! Sure glad I did, though and I'm very glad if any of you reading this had a really good time playing it! :)
Thanks for the questions!
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Introductions
Hi, hello, nice to meet you. I'm Quaid, and this is the tumblr I have recycled into posting content about my lizard man. This will primarily be a FFXIV blog, as it's my current obsession, wherein I will post rambles, pictures, my art, and maybe a few other things, idk. I'll try to keep it organized with the tags, but the system is a WIP.
I've only got my main man here at the moment, but maybe I'll make some more heroes in the future! Might update this a few times, too...
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ENDWALKED! - NOT A SPOILER-FREE ZONE!
Shiun Kazumasa - Primal | Behemoth
Warrior of Light - Main
B A S I C S | |
Primary Jobs | Warrior, Gunbreaker & Dark Knight
Guardian | Rhalgr, The Destroyer
Nameday | 18th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon (May 18th)
Age | 25 years [ARR] - 30 years [EW/DT]
Height | 230cm / 8ft 6in
Homeland | Doma, Yanxia
Occupation | Scion, Sellsword, Blacksmith
Sexuality | bisexual, leaning toward men
Strengths | duty-driven, good at anything that requires physical strength, protective, unbreakable will
Weaknesses | Quick-tempered, stubborn as a mule, emotionally constipated, never asks for help, hides his hurts
Tags | #primordial flame: shiun kazumasa (main), #thaniun (wolship), #forgiven fury (Lightwarden AU), #wandering swordsmith: vulcan (ancient counterpart)
P E R S O N A L I T Y | |
An Au Ra whose face is always scowling or smirking, never anything in between. Shiun is brash, rude, and loud - fueled by constant rage. He acts almost purely on instinct and impulse, which causes his friends no small amount of stress. Don't be fooled by his prickly attitude, he's a true hero with a heart of gold. Devoted to saving and serving as many people as he can to the point of being self-sacrificing. Good luck prying any of his deep emotions out of him, he'd really prefer that those stay hidden.
B A C K S T O R Y | |
Shiun grew up in Doma during the Garlean occupation, so his early life was full of troubles. His parents were quiet artisans that submitted, which afforded them a fairly upper-class lifestyle. But Shiun was different in a way they didn't like. He got into fights with other kids, ignored his schoolwork, and was angry at the injustices he saw all around him. His family did everything they could to extinguish the fire in his heart, but he wouldn't be put down any further. After a chance encounter with a resistance fighter, he fought back against a Garlean soldier that had been harassing people in his village. The Empire didn't take kindly to that, and his family suffered for it. He barely escaped and was forced into exile at the young age of 9. Eventually, he made his way to the Azim Steppe and was taken in by a kind family in the Malaguld Xaela tribe. Scarred by his failed attempt at resistance and the pain it caused, he kept his head down and stewed in his anger for years. That is, until a voice called him to a distant land...
R E L A T I O N S H I P S | |
Alphinaud & Alisaie | practically siblings
Shiun is fiercely protective of the twins. He sees a lot of his younger self in them and has taken on a brotherly role with them. He hates that they've been thrust into this world at such a young age, and tries to urge them to just be kids every once in a while.
Thancred | lover
At first, Shiun couldn't stand Thancred. His overconfident playboy persona really got on Shiun's nerves, so he went out of his way to piss off Thancred, too. After rescuing him from Lahabrea, he stopped being so antagonistic. Over the course of the Dragonsong war, Shiun's feelings towards Thancred began to change, which REALLY freaked him out. So much so, that he pretty much ignored Thancred's existence throughout Stormblood while he considered things. He figured it out pretty quick once the Scions started getting yoinked to another realm. More on this later...
Y'shtola | voice of reason
Shiun appreciates Y'shtola's sharp wit and sharper tongue. She sees right through his bullshit and is often scolding him for his reluctance to rely on others. They get into banter contests a lot, which he rarely ever wins.
Urianger | jock & nerd
When they first met, Shiun couldn't understand a word Urianger was saying, but he learned to communicate with him over the course of their adventures. He's got a good friendship going with Urianger, where he patiently explains complex things to Shiun five times and Shiun helps him get better at socializing.
Tataru | ride or die
Shiun would die for Tataru. She continues to baffle him with her limitless talent towards anything other than combat, and he'll do pretty much anything she asks him to. To be honest, her ability to sniff out the truth and love of gossip frightens him a little bit.
Estinien | friendly rivalry
Despite being an axe-user, Shiun's skill with the lance is nothing to sneeze at. The two talk through their sparring more than they do with their words. Shiun was happy when Estinien decided to stop skulking about and join the Scions, but he still gives him shit about it.
G'raha | brotherly friends
When he found out just how much G'raha idolized him, Shiun was flabbergasted. He certainly wasn't used to that amount of admiration, and he found it difficult to deal with at first. But the hesitation faded away as G'raha accompanied him on more and more outings. Now Shiun thinks of him as a brother and irreplaceable friend, determined to make him into a hero too.
T R I V I A & E X T R A S | |
Favorite non-chocobo mount is the SDS Fenrir.
Favorite minion is gaelikitten named Potato.
Has a major sweet tooth he tries to hide from others.
Is really really bad at cooking. Don't taste what he makes for your own safety.
Actually really does like to fight (don't tell Zenos).
I tend to draw him pretty off model lol.
#ffxiv#ff14#au ra#ffxiv oc#final fantasy xiv#primordial flame: shiun kazumasa#ffxiv wol#blog intro#wol profile#I'll probably edit this a billion times#anyway here he is#pinned post
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TUMBLR SEXYMEN SHENANIGANS: INCORRECT QUOTES
@marshiestars I respectfully blame you for this brainrot but then again I thank you dsfgnhgfdsfgh
here we got the crackiest of crackships because honestly it's Tumblr, why not have some stupid fun?
Bill Cipher/The Once-Ler
Ghirahim/Mordecai
Alastor/Double Trouble
is DT a Tumblr sexyman? No. Do I care? No.
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Alastor: Bye DT! Bye Ghirahim! Bye Mordecai! Bye Bill! Bye DT!
Once-Ler: You said ‘bye DT’ twice.
Alastor: I like DT.
***
Ghirahim: Mordecai, you know how much I love you…
Mordecai, sleep deprived with his New York accent coming out: Whaddya want?
Ghirahim: A partner with some GODDAMN EMOTIONAL AVAILABILITY!
***
DT, handing a balloon to Mordecai: I have no soul. Have a good day!
Mordecai, walking off: I don't have one either.
(*cue wheezing in the background*)
***
Alastor: *sees Mordecai and Ghirahim together*
Alastor: They're cute. I would put them on a boat.
DT: You mean... you ship them?
***
Once-Ler: Bill kissed me!
Ghirahim: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
Once-Ler: It was unbelievable!
Ghirahim: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
Alastor: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Ghirahim, get the wine and unplug the phone. Once-Ler, does this end well or do we need tissues?
Once-Ler: Oh, it ended very well.
Ghirahim: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!
Alastor: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?
Once-Ler: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.
Alastor: Ohh... So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back?
Once-Ler: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.
Ghirahim and Alastor: Ohhh.
*meanwhile*
Bill eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed him.
Mordecai: Tongue?
Bill: Yeah.
DT: Cool.
***
Alastor: Stressed.
Mordecai: Depressed.
Once-Ler: Possessed.
Ghirahim: Obsessed.
DT: Impressed.
Bill: Chicken breast.
Everyone: ...What?
Bill: I just wanted to join in.
***
DT: Alastor is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?
Ghirahim: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.
Bill: Tackle him!
Mordecai: Dump him.
Once-Ler: Kick him in the shin!
Alastor: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!
***
Ghirahim: Just be yourself.
Bill: Really? Ghirahim, I have one day to win over Once-Ler’s parents.
Bill: How long did it take for you guys to like me?
DT: Couple of weeks.
Alastor: Six months.
Mordecai: Jury’s still out.
Bill: See Ghirahim? ‘Just be yourself,’ what kind of garbage advice is that?!
***
Alastor: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.
DT: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?
Ghirahim: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.
Mordecai: Guys.
***
Bill, talking about Once-Ler: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.
***
Mordecai: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee.
Ghirahim: If I was married to you I’d drink it.
***
Mordecai: Ghirahim... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?
Ghirahim: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.
Mordecai:
Mordecai: I wrote sanitize, Ghirahim.
***
Once-Ler: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.
DT: And you came to me?
***
Once-Ler: Bill and I got married!!
Mordecai: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.
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Mordecai: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?
Alastor: Put spaghetti in it.
Mordecai: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.
Ghirahim: Put spaghetti in it.
Mordecai: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.
Bill: Put spaghetti in it.
Mordecai: I am no longer taking suggestions.
***
*Mordecai is casually searching around the room*
Bill: Hey Mordecai, what’re you looking for?
Mordecai: My will to live.
*Ghirahim walks into the room*
Mordecai: Oh, there it is.
***
Once-Ler: *mixing different alcoholic beverages together*
DT: What are you making?
Once-Ler: A mistake.
***
Ghirahim: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?
Alastor: It’s not water.
Ghirahim: Vodka! I like your sty-
Alastor: It’s vinegar.
Ghirahim: …What?
Alastor: It's vinegar, PUSSY.
***
Bill: *writing a letter*
Bill: Dear Santa,
I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty...
And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.
***
Alastor: Do you take constructive criticism?
Ghirahim: Not without crying
***
DT: Hey Mordecai, Bill just broke my seashell lamp.
Mordecai: Neat. I’m gonna die alone.
DT: Okay, you win.
***
Mordecai: Go fuck yourself.
Ghirahim: Come over here and fuck me yourself you coward!
***
Bill: *Laughs* Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing—
Once-Ler: We’re married.
***
Mordecai: I'm going to ask you to be respectful.
Bill: I will politely decline.
***
Bill: Eat shit and die, Mordecai!!!
Mordecai: Eat shit and live, Bill.
***
Mordecai: Life is like Bill. It's short.
***
Ghirahim: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.
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DT: I’m having salad for dinner!
Alastor:
DT: Well, fruit salad.
DT: Actually, it’s mostly grapes.
Alastor:
DT: Okay, it’s all grapes.
DT: Fermented grapes.
Alastor:
DT:
Alastor:
DT: It’s wine.
DT: I’m having wine for dinner.
***
Ghirahim: Change is inedible.
Once-Ler: Don’t you mean inevitable?
Ghirahim, spitting out a bunch of pennies: No, I really didn’t.
***
Bill: I don’t even use tubberware anymore.
Once-Ler: What are you saying? Say it again.
Bill: Tubberware.
Once-Ler: Say it again. Slow.
Bill: Tubberware.
Once-Ler: Slow, very slow - actually, say the first syllable.
Bill: Tub.
Once-Ler: Wrong.
Bill: What do you mean, wrong?
Once-Ler: I thought I caught that. You’re saying tub. It’s P.
Bill: What are you talking about?
Once-Ler: Tupperware. Tupper.
Bill: It’s tupper!
Once-Ler: It’s tupper, always has been, always will be.
Bill: I thought it was tubberware because it kind of looks like a tub.
(just another day for them huehe)
***
Ghirahim: Well, remember when Mordecai made a romantic dinner for me?
Once-Ler: Ghirahim, he microwaved you a pizza.
***
Bill: A decision had to be made.
Mordecai: And you fucked it up!
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DT: Oh, to be a bored heir to the throne who keeps rejecting marriage proposals due to being secretly in love with the cute gardener.
Mordecai: Oh, to be a cute gardener who secretly places roses in the heir’s room because they are in love with them.
Once-Ler: Oh, to be the palace guard who discreetly helps to boost the cute gardener up the wall for their secret deliveries in the middle of the night.
Alastor: Oh, to be the heir’s best friend witnessing the two fools dance around each other while knowing damn well that the two like each other.
Ghirahim: Oh, to be the noble suitor from another royal family who comes to know of their love instantly and plans an entire plan to get them their happy ending.
Bill: Oh, to be a medieval peasant who knows nothing about the heir’s personal life and who dies of dysentery at age 23.
***
Ghirahim: Talk dirty to me~
Mordecai: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.
Ghirahim: Wha-
Mordecai: The economy is in shambles.
***
DT: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.
Alastor, blushing: Okay.
Mordecai: It's fucking summer.
***
Ghirahim: Why do you not believe that ghosts are real?
DT: Never seen one.
Ghirahim: Okay, I mean, there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real.
DT: What can’t I see?
Ghirahim: You can’t see gravity. That’s real.
DT: Yeah, I can drop an apple.
Ghirahim: Fuck.
(average drunken conversation between these two)
***
Mordecai: I love you.
Ghirahim: Me too.
***
Ghirahim: Uptown Funk would've made it into the Shrek Soundtrack.
Once-Ler: That's the truest statement I've ever heard.
***
Bill, bursting into the room: You two are having sex!
Mordecai, not looking up from their book: Really? Ghirahim, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.
***
Bill, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?
Once-Ler: Yeah, sure.
*A few minutes later*
Once-Ler: Here you go.
Bill:
Once-Ler:
Ghirahim: Why am I here?
***
Mordecai: Wow, they really hate us.
Ghirahim: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic.
Mordecai: But we’re not gay, Ghirahim.
Ghirahim:
Mordecai:
Ghirahim: We’re not?
***
DT: If I ever had a child, I imagine they would be a lot like you.
Alastor: Aww, thanks—
DT: Which is probably why I’ve never reproduced.
***
Ghirahim: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
Mordecai: Okay.
Ghirahim: And make out during the scary parts.
Mordecai: Th-
Mordecai: The scary parts.
Mordecai: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
***
Bill: Ah shit, I forgot.
Once-Ler: Forgot what?
Bill: How do you expect me to answer that?
#mordecai heller#bill cipher#the onceler#alastor#ghirahim#double trouble#she ra#lackadaisy#hazbin hotel#gravity falls#legend of zelda#the lorax#incorrect quotes#tumblr sexyman#original post#samantha screeches#bill-er#ghiraci#radiotrouble
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What is your opinion about Launchpad? Speaking of the character himself... Both in the old series in which he appears and in his version from DT 17.
(I'm sorry if the question for you is too personal or if it irritates you, I was really curious when you gave your opinion about Drake and Gosalyn earlier...)
Oh boy.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Launchpad is complicated. The reason he's complicated is because I love him so much, and yet I cannot wrap my head around him.
The OG Launchpad was just wonderful. He was faithful, all heart, occasionally petty, endlessly optimistic, a scaredy cat, and never ever wanted to hurt anyone's feelings. He was incredibly emotionally intelligent while sometimes being kinda clueless, he was logical, he was baffled, and he cared about everyone so freaking much. Launchpad was, without a doubt, the heart of the family. He soothed hurt feelings, looked out for the over looked, tried to steer people in the right direction, and was always ready with a comforting word or a little encouragement. He called Drake out on his nonsense, tried to talk some logic into Gosalyn, and made sure Honker knew he was loved. I can't imagine the back pain the big lug had from carrying all of the emotional maturity in the show. I'm even okay with Launchpad being a terrible pilot, because at the same time he's a Remarkable pilot, and again, being intelligent isn't his strength. But that doesn't stand in his way of being a rounded, well written character.
AND THEN DUCKTALES WENT AND MADE HIM A FREAKING IDIOT. Seriously I can Not STAND DT Launchpad. OG Launchpad (yes, I realize that there was Another Launchpad before DWD Launchpad, but I've never seen the Original DuckTales so it doesn't count) was never the brightest bulb in the box, but he was Grounded. While Drake, Gosalyn, Honker, and pretty much everyone else had their personalities blown out of proportion for comedic effect, Launchpad was the stable, consistent one. He wasn't out there putting clues together to solve the weekly mystery - though he did help! - but good Lord he wasn't licking his hands to make sure they weren't waffles. Again, I haven't seen every DT episode, but I have seen the first season and the finale (which I have opinions on, to no one's surprise) and I know they "tried" to give Launchpad some sort of arc where he, IDK, proves he's a still worth something even tho he's a useless moron, but it just didn't stick. Maybe they shouldn't have made him a stupid lump from the beginning. In order to make all of their other main characters shine, they took a big dump onto poor Launchpad. The original beating heart of the family got reduced to being Dumb for a few cheap gags that weren't even funny. This version of LP suffers all the more for being a terrible pilot bc he has no other redeeming traits. Sure, they tried to keep him optimistic and caring, but it's totally over shadowed to me by how SIMPLE he is, both mentally and as a character. It's terrible writing.
Anyway, the reason Launchpad is so hard for me to write is because on one hand, I get him. But on the other hand, he emphasizes the parts of writing that I'm not good at: the emotionally empathetic characters. I myself am a puzzle solver, so I like writing characters who are solving puzzles, and Launchpad isn't the one really doing that all that often. He's the emotionally smart one and I am... not that.
So in the end, I love Launchpad. I think Darkwing balanced him extremely well, and never had to pull gimmicks with him in order to avoid sidelining him behind their "main characters." In fact, he was a main character. I adore Launchpad for who he was, not what DT did to him, but I still struggle to write him, through no fault of his own. He's just very unlike me. But that's why I love him.
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Again, I’m a mess. I fucking love this fandom. So many amazing writers pour their soul into works that just go into the world for free… when I first read amazing stuff on AO3 I asked ‘where is your patreon account?!’ Like, I don’t have a lot of money but your work is better than therapy at times and gives me such a huge amount of hope and joy. I was told, I don’t have one… I’ve thought about it but that’s not why I do this. So I just sit in awe at these amazing people that are keeping me alive through this absolute hedonism or serotonin or whatever you want to call it. Thank you fanfic writers. Thank you Neil Gaiman. Thank you DT and MS. The world is infinitely richer to me with all of this in it.
So here is my latest comment to the latest fanfic that left me in a messy crying state of painful joy!
I am a wreck of emotions right now. I am so happy and so devastated. I have cried and had those kind of cries that hit you without warning like a sledge hammer and those kind of cries that pull you down into the depths and just hold you like you know you could rise up and push it away but you don’t want to because the ache is so damn good. It feels cathartic. It feels like agony. It feels like hope. It feels like life.
The fact that they made it work and it was hard work and not all the words could be spoken but enough were and the right ones could be communicated to keep the love alive. I dunno, that kills me a little. The fact that it was only ghost cold touches but the feeling behind them lent them tenderness and warmth and heat? How can you not break inside when you see that happen?
I love how Aziraphale aged at the end of your story. It was so powerful seeing time touch him and wear him out and how human his fear of the unknown was. I would have been so terrified to lose what I had even if I was given a hope that the other side was so much better. That they would have their time.
I really don’t know what to say. What a gift this story is. What a way to shake up someone’s life. Stories like this leave a mark on you and I don’t think I’ll ever think of ghosts the same way ever again. Haha Thank you for writing this! I’ll treasure it and come back and read it over the years for sure. x
#ao3 fanfic#good omens#good omens fanfiction#aziraphale#crowley#human aziraphale#human crowley#ghosts
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How about I talk abt Dos a little since I so rarely do despite the fact I think of him often.
So, I've identified him as being from "glitchfell", but tbth I should really...change that. And just identify him as Glitched!Fell Papyrus or something, since his AU was actually destroyed a while ago. (Or maybe I can think up an alternate version where is wasn't destroyed but just super fucked up, which would actually be neat wait hold on I'll do that-)
Anyway. It was actually Dos that destroyed it! Entirely unintentionally but eh, whadya gunna do about it right? /j Gaster seriously messed up in the process of trying to make him, and when he shattered, permanently fractured Dos' code, which makes him, well, glitchy! Due to that, the DT, and part of his soul being attached to the void, it's near impossible for him to die or be killed despite how messed up he is, so inevitably, during a severe episode of destabilization when he was about tween-age, he tore a hole in his AU as he was violently glitched from it, which caused its immediate collapse shortly after.
The glitches are exacerbated by stress – the more unstable he is mentally, the more he is physically. So once he came to in a different Fell type AU, in a lot of pain and disorientation, it wasn't long before he glitched again. Thankfully, he doesn't usually collapse entire verses like his own, since his own code isn't part of the whole, but still, he can damage a universes code if the glitch is severe enough.
The following years were rough, since he usually found himself in Fell verses as his code most closely aligned with theirs and made the connection easier. He couldn't develop any bonds as he'd usually wind up glitching out of the verse soon anyway, on top of how difficult it generally is to forge good ones in a Fell universe in the first place. He bounced around a lot, slowing as he got older and gained better control of himself and his emotional state. But still, his soul was too unstable to ever fully control via just free will.
From that point, his story can split off into several different iterations I've explored. The most explored one is where he gets captured by a character called "The Collector" who seeks out strange or unique beings across the multiverse to keep or sell/rent. He’s absolutely abhorrent, and if he exists in a story then so does "The Council" (the guys Void works with), so at least he’s not just wreaking havoc willy nilly, but still. He’s incredibly smart and capable and somehow manages to always slip between fingers, so they've never caught him.
In that iteration, Dos is one of his favored "pieces", so he only rents him, even going as far as doing his own experiments to see what makes him tick. Due to the fact he travels outside proper universes via pocket dimensions, the constant changing of hands (and a glitch proof collar), and a cocktail of drugs to keep him relaxed enough not to damage himself too much, Dos can't escape, willingly or not.
Although, by that point, he doesn't. He’s hurt a great number of monsters and universes because of his inability to control the glitching, so despite how horrid the living conditions are, he thinks it's better that way, where he can't accidentally hurt anyone anymore.
Again, in this iteration, usually he's eventually freed, amongst a group of a few other "pieces", by members or allies of the council, including none other than Void himself. Sometimes depending on what I'm vibing with, they've met before, but sometimes they haven't, which can determine how long it takes for Dos to accept their help.
Thankfully, they've got quite a number of smart cookies on their team, and can eventually make a device and medication that Dos can take to help manage his glitching. That, on top of shuffling every so often between a few different AUs, keeps him from having serious episodes.
Those are the implications at the end of that Patch and Void fic btw!! That version of HT is one of the first verses Void asks to "provide a safe space" for Dos during recovery.
Speaking of, Void can also manually negate Dos' episodes, which is what leads to their eventual partnership! By that point, he’s become quite a good friend to Dos, and helped him a lot both physically and mentally. It also helps Dos recover to help Void help others, on top of learning more practical, common skills he never had the chance to before since he was so young when everything got so out of control.
All in all, he’s sooo messed up, but with time, he reorients quite well! He’s a big sweetie, even if he’s also kind of tsundere abt it ahdjjskskf
And for some reason, I associate him strongly with otters the end <3
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dts s2 e3-5
e3:
-i love this episode because i've always said that carlos & daniel's careers are parallels. their journey's could've easily been swapped based on luck and chance. as will buxton points out if things had gone differently it could've ended carlos' career. so much chance is involved in this sport, more than we're usually comfortable with acknowledging!!
-daniel backing into dany is 23japan checo pitstop level of absurdity. love it
-i hope cyril was fucking him silly. tbh
-"where's the fucking boot?" top 10 dts quotes
-i miss the orange/blue racesuits So Much btw
e4:
-so so so excited for this one
-flashback sequence abt mercedes rise to power makes me emotional. v motivated to go back and watch those years
-also is somehow comforting in the midst of the rb domination era. mercedes were SO dominant at this time it felt impossible to overcome, and if they could fall off so could red bull, so could anyone, its all constantly changing and thats good!
-"be a bit more intelligent today than normal" obsessed. gunther v toto german-off is iconic
-lewis casually talking abt having a ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR DEGREE FEVER and still coming to work is insane to me. there should be more safety standards regarding illness fr
-the side effect of me watching s4 first for the first time ever is that max v lewis is wired into my brain anytime they're mentioned or seen next to eachother, on track or off i go INSANE all the connections in my brain go haywire
-long pit stops are always legitimately PAINFUL to watch. not that i could do better in a high pressure situation like that, but i'm just wincing the whole time waiting for it to be over
ep5:
-love how this episode starts with christian horner being choked out by his child
-hope whichever daughter of his who said her favorite driver was lewis knows how iconic she was for that
-loved max's smize in that photoshoot. he's a natural, i was not insane when i wrote that model!max au
-pierre is SO little. i'm so glad he stopped shaving that mustache it is SUCH a better look
-pierre's narrative is a) classic red bull chew em up spit em out but b) also highlights how EXPECTED both nyck & logan's struggle was last year. it is NORMAL to struggle when you first get in an new car when you're in your first or second year. anyway so glad my baby (logan) is in a team that doesnt take a red bull approach!!!
-geri insisting she works harder than christian is so iconic AND shes right
-pierre getting lapped by max -> daniel getting lapped by lando in s4 are cinematic parallels btw
-this is another NARRATIVELY well done episode!! obviously i already know whats going to happen, but even if i didn't the episode creates this sense of increasing dread as it goes on, where you can maybe guess where its going but gets you to hope so strongly it doesnt. the peeling off of all of pierre's stickers is just the final blow and the PERFECT choice to end the arc
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It's beginning to look a lot like... ask time!
@jidblogger I'm also kind of liking the idea that she's trying to save face and boasting that it's not her first murder by going into gory detail - but it's so obviously made up that DT immediately knows she's the kind of person who apologises for swatting a fly.
Season 4 will do a very good job of destroying Catra mentally. Incidentally, Shadow Weaver's lines about Catra's head being broken were changed quite late on (i.e. this morning); the originals had her make reference to Catra being mentally ill and Glimmer's best bet to be "just wait", but that left a bit of a horrible taste, even by Shadow Weaver standards.
Basically! And it's interesting the way you describe Prime, because he's been giving me some issues to think about - so I'd like to open it up to you, the reader, for your thoughts.
I want Prime to be a dick. I want him to be exactly that kind of homophobic, 'i-will-make-you-straight-for-your-own-good', self-important asshole who sees a planet full of queer people and makes that a target. And then I look at the world, I look at the news of 'Don't Say Gay' laws and anti-trans rhetoric becoming more common and I find it so difficult to reconcile making a character on a comedy blog the type of person who is actively harming me, my friends and my readers.
But then I think towards the finale, and how he gets defeated. Isn't it a good thing to show that sort of hatred being beaten? Doesn't it give some hope that we'll win in the end? Do people want to read through episodes where it looks like the anti-queer bigot is going to convert the whole planet to his views if they're rewarded with a satisfying end to his bullshit? Maybe we need to see queer love win out in the face of overwhelming terror.
Comedy can be about puns and slapstick, but it can also be about using humour to deal with difficult stuff. I love both types, but it's the darker end of the spectrum that I enjoy writing most - the scene with Shadow Weaver telling Catra, while she's hurting her, that she sent her a birthday card once, before realising that, no, that was Adora; Entrapta breaking the fourth wall as Catra has a breakdown in front of her. I want to carry on pouring bathos over the painful moments, and giving you emotional whiplash. But I don't want it to be too real to people that it hurts. And of course, I can do that in many ways - I can tone down parts of the planned storyline, I can avoid using specific words (as I do with Shadow Weaver, see if you can guess which one) and specific phrases, I can be really careful with how I do things.
But is that enough? I am in a genuine dilemma and asking for opinions - I may not publicly respond to them all for many reasons, but I'd love to know - should Prime's goal be to stop queer people across the universe? Do we want to see the subtext from the show made text in today's world?
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Good Omens spoilers under the cut. I don't want to tag it as Good Omens because it's mildly critical and I don't want to get torn to shreds by randos in the tag. So don't expand the post if you don't want spoilers.
TBH I thought the copious Dcotor Who references in Good Omens were a little gimmicky, especially that "I would like to spend" line at the end. It diminished the emotional power of that scene by distracting me and felt like it was more important to the writers to make a little fandom joke, or to rely on viewers dragging their reactions to the Bad Wolf Bay scene into this one, like they weren't confident people would feel the way they wanted so they let fandom lift its own weight instead of letting Crowley and Aziraphale have their own, unique pain.
Don't get me wrong, I loved Good Omens 2, and I laughed at the DW references and enjoyed them. It was just a little too much fanservice for me. But I also feel like it was a transitional season, moving the story along to a much more interesting storyline next time around.
I also felt like DT brought more of his Richard II Flint Castle scene performance to that scene than the comparable Doctor Who scene so being forced to remember Rose when my first thought went to Aumerle bugged me.
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hullo. i found your ao3 and subsequently went rifling through your tumblr and now i must know... tell me flowey headcanons please. apparently, anything you write, i will absolutely devour
Haha oh my god thank you so much! I’m glad you like my writing so much!
Flowey is an incredibly complex character who I feel gets oversimplified by the fandom a lot. He’s contradictory and fickle and deals with, potentially, decades of lived experiences while still sort of having the mindset of a child (while simultaneously considering himself an adult.)
I have a LOT of Thoughts and Feelings about Flowey, so it’s hard to do without specific prompting. I’ll grab a few that come to mind and roll the dice here.
He actually sleeps a lot more than you think he does. He knows ALL the good sunny spots in the Underground, and naps in them. He is a flower, so he photosynthesizes a lot of his energy.
He’s also still a strange flower-monster-amalgamate, so he can also eat. Pie is the way to his metaphorical heart, but he also likes Nice Cream, and even though he’ll never own up to it, he thinks Starfaits are The Shit.
If he’s in the mood to tell a story, it will be the best damn story ever told. He has a keen mind for memory and is an alarmingly good mimic. He might even get especially animated of he gets excited about his story and… for a minute, he’s like a completely different person.
Puns are the lowest form of humor, and he especially hates the ones Sans tells. The ones Papyrus sneaks in are stealth puns and okay. He just hates the really obvious ones that make you groan. (It reminds him of Home and he doesn’t like it.)
It takes a lot of time and patience, but he’ll eventually get tired of being lonely and head up to the surface. He hangs out in golden flowerbeds topside and is pretty hard to spot (If you don’t know what you’re looking for. He has one extra petal and is a brighter yellow than most of the other flowers, not to mention he’s bigger.)
Speaking of that, Flowey comes to about the knee of an average adult human. He’s pretty big.
While he might not have a soul, the echoes of one are enough for him to feel emotions and react to them. If you were to look, he has a sort of empty monster-soul shaped void that’s lined with tiny specks of dust and held together by Determination. He doesn’t even know he has this because he doesn’t like being in traditional Encounters. It’s no soul, it doesn’t do things like make him feel compassion or regret, but it lets him feel and process anger, frustration, sadness, longing, and even happiness, contentment, humor, serenity, and even affection. If he truly didn’t have something there, he’d be completely emotionless.
Flowey is a world constant. The circumstances surrounding Asriel’s death don’t change just because the human with him was different (swap, Swapfell.) He is always a golden flower, regardless of if it’s Alphys or Undyne doing the DT experiments that make him.
He’s quick to anger and slow to trust, but if he genuinely likes someone, he’s pleasant to be around. He’s an endless wealth of knowledge and experience, and he’s happy to share with people who actually listen to him and take what he has to say to heart.
He has traumatic flashes and nightmares a lot. Phantom pains, phantom body, even, and he wakes up crying during the night. He prefers to sleep during the day, in the sun, for this reason. He’s kind of still afraid of the dark.
There’s ten for you! I love my boy but I don’t often write about him.
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i wrote this in a frenzy at 3am. i love undertale so much you don't understand
2:55: i hate it when my brain starts thinking too much in the fucking late ass hours of 2:45 am
anyway, i got recommended fallen down piano with reverb on yt again and yknow, obviously i gotta listen to the hella peaceful ass helllll music because it just do be really beautiful yknow?
but then i thought about how when monsters fall down, they're considered fallen monsters? i'm forgetting my exact undertale lore, but wasn't it about how the monster was dying of old age, or just having a weak SOUL in general? which was why alphys did her experiments and the whole point of the DT experiments to prevent them from dying.
and i know your best friend is the first song you listen to when you begin Frisk's journey through the underground, but i'm just thinking about how he's probably not done that to all of the other children that have fallen before Frisk, considering that Toriel is always there to help the children and care for them.
So, tying back to Fallen Down..., all of the kids that fell into the Underground had "fallen" in the sense of if they were a monster, they would've been dying. all of the children who fell into the underground had a sense of not wanting to continue their lives with the other humans, which is why they decided to fall into the hole in hopes of finding release from their lives.
they've been emotionally dead for a long time. that's where they start, and that's their emotional state when they decided to fall. they're children who don't have the will to keep going, but then toriel comes in and takes care of them, they want to feel loved, to be a child, to be a human where they can just be. it's why each and every one of them make the decision to go through the ruins door, to experience living
2:56: anyway this is bullshit analysis it's nearly 3am i don't think i made sense
2:56: me getting emotional over fallen down for the 27345394 time
2:58: gods i love undertale characters
i fucking love toriel and her flaws, because it's what makes her seem like well rounded person who has motivations and grief, and that grief is what makes her so, so unique in how she presents herself
3:00: i fucking love papyrus because he is so skroigly but also because he believes in you. even in the no mercy run, he isn't naive. he isn't, good god. yes he sees the best of people, but it does get more than that. he loves. he loves so much. and isn't that just difficult in this society sometimes yknow?
3:02: i fucking love undyne, because despite her slightly misguided anger towards humans, she is, after all, representing of justice. she wants the bring the best out of everyone. she's critical, but she can identify when she's wrong. she just exudes so much confidence and is such a big motivator, it makes it so hard to dislike her.
3:04: i fucking love alphys, and isn't she such a complex character when at first glance. she really isn't that complicated in terms of how much analysis of her personality really needs. she wants to help, but she afraid to do it wrong. she wants to be the best, but she never feels her best. if she hides her mistakes, then nobody needs to know that she was a "bad person," when she was just trying to do what she thought was right.
3:05: i fucking love metatton, and after reading ALIVE AU it made me love him even more. yes, he's selfish, but he still wants the best for alphys. he's the type of monster who doesn't outwardly show he cares, but he will absolutely be there when you need it most, to bring you back and to make sure you're ok.
3:06: he also has some regrets and grievances, don't get me wrong, this is probably the most unknown character for me haha, but he makes me think about how, in reality, there really is just one life, and that one life you should make the most of it.
3:08: i fucking love asgore. a sad old pitiful shell of himself, but filled with so much pain and regret for all the things he's done. he wants to mend his wounds, but he cannot bring himself to. he feels as if his decisions were his to bare, and he must deal with his own consequences. he needs a hug, but he'd never accept one.
he doesn't think he deserves forgiveness, but he does. he really does.
3:11: and of course, sans.
well, i know he is famous because of megalovania, but in the end, he really makes me sad, maybe pity.
depression is a bitch. the amount of hope he exudes when he sees the sunrise during the pacifist makes me cry. he never thought he'd get here. he never thought he'd be okay enough to be there for papyrus.
because isn't everything for him?
even when you kill papyrus, he doesn't do anything except call you a dirty brother killer.
he's so, so tired. really, he's just putting up a mask every day.
and he is literally the exact opposite of papyrus yeah?
3:12: anyway. i didn't think i'd type so much haha
3:12: love letter to the game that made me feel
3:15: i think, because the story really makes you think about decisions, that your decision to reset, will affect everyone? makes this world really real for me.
don't get me wrong, i love omori. the story is really good and i love it to bits. sunny has an incredibly complex history with his emotions but... the story will always just feel like just that. a video game character on a screen.
3:23: hmmm. i'm thinking again. i think what really did it in for me is this old comic i saw even before i got into undertale and saw a playthrough of it.
it was simply drawn, but basically someone wanted to replay undertale after the true pacifist route, and flowey comes on screen right? but then the comic artist wrote about how they couldn't do it. they couldn't reset, because it had been probably a few months or like a year since they've played, and Frisk had probably done so much in that timeframe, it would be incredibly cruel to take it all away because "you were curious" to play the game all again
and it also ended with someone else commenting "undertale: the game you never play again" or something like that
#deepest dark#undertale#*guruuruuggles*#it's 4am now babyyyy#i just remember oh hey i can post whatever i want on tumblr#so i'm posting my love letter to undertale#this letter is so fucking bad but oh my god#oh my god i fucking love undertale#like yes as much as i love utmv you gotta just. appreciate the origin#and goddAMN DO I FUCKING LOVE UNDERTALE#also i didn't write about chara because bruh i am a chara apologist???? i have so many words to say about them??? oh my fucking gods?????#i fucking love chara oh my god you don't even KNOW. i will defend them for the rest of my fucking life.#even though they don't need defending in the first place because a child is still a child and NOT!!! the reason why genocide happened.#you the PLAYER decided to do a genocide run. not Chara. simply put.. YOU gave chara the idea that killing was for power#CHARA did nothing wrong.#oh damn i guess i did write about chara ANYWAY
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❝ BAD LITTLE BOY! ❞
— miya atsumu x reader
— an: based off of ‘good little girl’ which i actually strongly associate with my own selfship with tetsu, but as an atsumu kin, this concept still works well with him so here we are
— dt: @7tsumurai, i told you i’d get an atsumu piece out for you, i can only hope i’ve done him enough justice here <3
“good little girl” atsumu hummed from behind you as his fingers played with the ends of your hair as you lent back into his chest.
you tutted as you channelled your focus back onto the laptop in front of you. atsumu knew you had work, you had emphasised on how busy and stressed you were to him prior to dinner with fast approaching deadlines to meet, yet he insisted upon being close to you regardless. he just couldn’t help it. being a pro volleyball player came at a price that was paid in time spent with you. he hated it, but nothing in life is free, the two of you just had to accept that and work around it.
“always pickin’ a fight with me” he chuckled slightly, arms wrapping around your waist just a little tighter as you bit your bottom lip, eyes scanning the screen.
“you know that i’m bad” he breathed against the shell of your ear. hot breath sending shivers down your neck. you felt his smile as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck. planting soft kisses upon the skin he could access, he relished in the small sighs that escaped your lips as you struggled to keep focused on your pile of tasks.
“but yer spending the night with me.” he breathed out teasingly, fingers circling your torso as he rested his chin upon your shoulder looking over your work as you refused to pay any mind to him.
his own job cost time away from you the same way your own profession demanded time away from him. unlike yourself though, atsumu had a hard time accepting to pay this price. rather, he refused to pay it. miya atsumu lived by his own laws in his own realities, he was a go-getter who always got what he wanted; and you were everything and more he could’ve ever desired.
miya atsumu always wanted you more than ever every time you denied him and this was one of those times.
“what do ya want from my world” he sighed, tilting his head to get a better view of your concentrated face. your eyes solely focused on the screen ahead and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth ever so slightly.
he smiled softly at the sight of you. just what was it you really wanted from his world he wondered. was it love? lust? something else? he’d never know for sure without explicitly asking, but he knew exactly what he wanted from your world and he had taken it instantly upon deciding you were the one for him.
a sense of home, a secure future, lessons in genuine love. those were just a handful of the things atsumu had sought out in your world and he had made it his mission to claim those things from within you, your own world and reality. he wanted to taint your world with himself, incorporate himself into your dream and real reality. he wanted you to want him just as badly as he wanted you.
“yer a good little girl.” he whispered against your neck, voice barely creeping up to reach your ears.
you hummed as his childish little song came to an end, relaxing into his hold a little more. murmuring half-hearted complaints directed to the setter as he continued to pick up on his abandoned trail of gentle kisses he had previously started along your neck, atsumu only hummed back dismissively in response, challenging glint in his eyes.
“tsumu, i’m trying to finish this, it won’t take much longer if you just let me get to it. i really need to get this done.” you lightly scolded as atsumu paid no mind to your whining as your fingers reached out to begging typing once more.
atsumu exhaled softly, lips still littering the blank canvas of your skin with peppered kisses individually filled with nothing but the purest form of love he’d only ever be able to find within for you.
“wow, ya really are a good little girl.” he teased as you frowned regarding his denial of your request.
you rolled your eyes and shut the laptop after saving your half finished document. sending a soft glare his way, you just couldn’t help the smile that forcibly tugged at your lips. atsumu always managed to bring out this adamant smile whenever he was around whether he did it intentionally or not.
“and you’re a bad little boy.” you pulled away to turn so you were now straddling his lap. arms snaking over his broad shoulders, atsumu rested his calloused hands to the sides of your waist, grip firm but comforting.
“if my boss pulls any shit up with me tomorrow, i’m handing you the phone to explain why my work is incomplete you pain in the ass.” you warned as your boyfriends boyish grin found home on his face. “i guess i can take partial responsibility.” he rose an eyebrow, satisfied grin still bright on his face.
“partial?” you quipped back as atsumu nodded.
“it’s yer own fault for lettin’ me get away with this. besides, i’m only helping ya take a break. ya always overwork yourself.”
you groaned as you dropped your head to rest against the crook of his neck, his natural scent flooding your senses immediately relaxing your tense body.
to you, miya atsumu was a home away from home, an escape to your own dream reality. you weren’t quite sure just how he had accomplished this, but atsumu had you hooked onto him so effortlessly; you’d never admit such a thing out loud though.
fingers hooking under your chin, the blond brought your face up to look at him with softened eyes.
“i love ya.” you whispered before pulling your face in closer to his, hot breath tickling against your lips as his eyes fluttered shut in sync with your own.
hand now caressing the side if your face, atsumu kissed you with a demanding love, the type of love that forced acknowledgment of its presence. a unique form of love, one you had unknowingly taught atsumu to learn and revise specifically for you and you alone. jolts of electricity shot through you as you felt the raw emotion he was conveying as your own natural emotions poured through as you kissed back.
pulling away breathless as always, atsumu had a wide smile drawn across his face as his eyes twinkled in nothing but adoration for you.
“my bad little boy.” you sighed pressing your head into his chest, eyes heavy as you focused on the faint sounds of his heartbeat.
smiling with love entwined with satisfaction, atsumu secured your body into his steady arms as he picked you up bridal style to carry you over to the awaiting bed. content with pulling you away from your own building stress for a while, atsumu gently laid you down on your side of the bed as he took one last glance at you before turning to gather your work files and such to leave in a neat pile for you.
without even realising it, his smile remained etched upon his face, a common expression he wore whilst around you.
whether he was your ‘tsumu’, your ‘pain in the ass’ or your ‘bad little boy’, atsumu didn’t care, for as long as he was yours, he’d always be willing to fall deeper into your world and deeper in love with you; if that was even possible.
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new sons. swapfell... vocal? (workshopping it)
The Royal Scientist took the idea of Judges and Karma to an extreme and managed to manufacture one. A Judge's voice can call down Karma onto a sinner. Vox's... is literally to die for. He’s Empress Toriel’s special Angel of Justice so he has to live in the palace and doesn't get to leave New Home.
Vox's (younger) brother, Tarnish! On the second try, the Scientist tried out Determination, but without access to a fully Determined Soul it was quite diluted, and Papyrus was deemed a failure. Day job in the Snowdin chapter of the Royal Guard, rebel by night.
Vox: (Vox Imperatricis? The Voice of the Empress)
Judges' voices can call directly to the soul and induce karmic damage based on LV. Vox is that on steroids. A voice that can entrance, cause pain, paralyze, kill - without actually requiring much LV on the part of the person being judged. Any guilt is enough.
Vox couldn't kill someone with LV 0 but he might still be able to paralyze/hypnotize them. if he really pushed it he could probably kill someone with LV 1 but at that point bone attacks would probably work faster.
the previous Royal Scientist tried to use Vox in a coup against the empress but his voice doesn't work on her because she's mentally broken in a way that means she doesnt feel any guilt. so he turned on them instead, to live.
vox took the scientist’s labcoat as a trophy because he is a vindictive bitch at soul. they're free. he won. the triangle on the front of his shirt is made from it, and he tucked a piece of it away for papyrus as well.
empress toriel is the only monster in swapfell who vox has no effect on. vox is absolutely terrified of her for this and other reasons. (childhood trauuumaaa)
my man is not at all in touch with any of his emotions. everythings fine. no i dont care about anyone or anything (because that's not safe). living with a very volatile and homicidal empress and having to watch himself every moment is fine and good actually who could complain. killing people is great and he doesn't have mixed feelings at all (during judgement is one of the only times he feels Right tho so...)
he can have 1 (one) friend and thats captain alphys, commander of the royal guard. she has a very intimidating presence and never speaks in public other than grunts + gestures. this is because she has social anxiety. she is still alphys. absolutely convinced vox has cupid powers
Tarnish: considered 'rust' for his name but i chose 'tarnish' bc a theme for him is 'silver over gold' (where gold is very much associated with the Empress), being a blemish on her reign, and also a challenge to the idea that gold will not tarnish.
vox was ignoring papyrus to try and keep empress toriel's attention off him but in a way that worked too well and the empress didn't even remember vox during her rage. so. that didnt work!
vox had and has a quid-pro-quo alliance with the fire elemental clan which allowed him to smuggle papyrus out (and also get him healed by fire elemental specialists)... theyre monsters of their word, and the Empress would never believe them over him.
but this does put him in a very deep debt to the fire elementals for a long time - and also they know that tarnish is a weak point for him.
one day tarnish will be able to demonstrate his own self sufficiency (ability to defend himself from the fire elementals in a way that vox might get word of) but its probably not fun until then. vox never tests it.
a normal monster would have dusted from the damage the Empress did -believable fake death- but Tarnish's DT gives him a weak regenerative factor so he managed to stay together enough for the fire healers to get him + his eye still functions.
the burn scars are perpetually hot (like, physically, not just feeling that way) compared to the rest of his bone. thats one reason why he rolls up his sleeve. secondary silent reason is he likes to keep them very visible because people get uncomfortable about burn scars under a ruler like this empress toriel!!
gets away with being the most useless Guard employee because Alphys knows he’s friends with Undyne (the explosion obsessed Royal Scientist)
He and Vox haven't seen each other in years. unmarked little care packages with simple trinkets, ribbons, fabric, show up in Snowdin from time to time.
#undertale au#undertale oc#utmv oc#original characters#swapfell au#vox#tarnish#vox sans#tarnish papyrus#skeleton ocs#just making a little masterpost here#swapfell vocal#my art#art etc#my ocs#utmv
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Anon here to lift your spirits! So sorry that user attack you about Michael&David. That sucks. If people don't get the Sheenant thing they can ignore it. We're just having fun. Also spot on about the strong hetero-normative thing in some fans 'obsession' with constantly boosting Michael and Anna. MS is always happy with DT but often looks forlorn with Anna. If they can't see the man's pain that's on them. Stop gaslighting. And what's the deal anyway? 1/2
Do their fans honestly think the relationship needs their help? If a relationship is so shaky, flimsy and faulty that it requires fan boosting for life-support, that's REALLY BAD. Many have noted for ages that DT+MS are mutual emotional support humans. DT literally just said almost those exact words about MS on Corden's show! That's deep love. It's not hetero. Deal with it I say. Ugh-so sorry. We love you. 2/2.
Aww, thank you so much, Anon. I definitely did need some spirit lifting after receiving that comment the other night. I know I probably should’ve ignored it because it did come so completely out of the blue (not to mention from a blog that was clearly only created just to leave that comment), but it just hit a big ol’ nerve. I will acknowledge that I was fully in my feelings at the time because of issues in my other (old) fandom, and I was seeing all these parallels between that situation and Michael’s and it just had me on an emotional edge. But it’s been so heartening to hear from people since then who feel that I did not overreact, and that I was right to respond to the comment as I did, and to receive messages like yours that affirm what I had observed.
What set me off in particular is the situation I’ve alluded to in my old fandom, and parallels that I was seeing with things happening here. It’s this idea that a “good” fan believes everything that is presented to them at face value, and never talks about anything “bad” involving a favorite celebrity. In the case of my other fandom, this is happening possibly at the expense of someone’s life, and I happen to know the celebrity personally, so it goes beyond just being a fan, and is why I took such umbrage at that person’s comments.
Of course, I know the situations are obviously not identical, as I don’t know Michael personally and this is not a life-and-death thing. But there is one commonality that I’ve noticed, both in this fandom and in my old one: The policing of what is and isn’t okay to talk about.
It’s okay to talk about Michael’s dick, to say all sorts of sexual things and talk about lusting after him in every conceivable fashion...but it’s not okay to discuss if he is happy. It’s okay to make memes about his body and post comments where he can easily read them...but somehow it’s not okay to wonder if he is in pain or depressed and if so, what the cause of it could be. It’s also acceptable for fans and the people who come after me to make all the statements they want about Michael’s relationship solely based on what they think it is...but it’s somehow unacceptable for me to make comments based on what I think. Bear in mind that neither one of us knows for sure...yet somehow they’re convinced that they are right, and I am wrong. Curious.
As I’ve said before, everything I have ever written on this blog about Michael and David and their relationship is in response to what they have put out there. Things they’ve said, things they have done. Michael in particular is very upfront with his feelings, and cannot hide the way he truly feels about someone, good or bad. And now David--who by rights has always been the less demonstrative of the two of them--did what you just said, Anon: He called Michael his “emotional support pet” on that Corden interview two weeks ago. And while I absolutely do believe two men can love each other in a platonic/hetero way, from all the things we’ve seen and heard, whatever is between Michael and David truly seems to go beyond that.
The other part of that person’s comment that rankled me to no end was them calling me “disrespectful.” I am so sick of that word I may actually throw things if I have to hear it again. Because to me what’s disrespectful is what I mentioned above--objectifying and sexualizing Michael and using him as an excuse to attack other fans when he has sanctioned none of the above. I also agree with you about the repeated defending of his relationship with her. When I have defended Michael and David’s relationship, it’s because of how it is downplayed and somehow seen as automatically being ‘less’ than their hetero relationships. The relationship itself, however, stands on its own. So the fans’ constant, adamant insistence on Michael and Anna’s relationship being so perfect and great actually does the opposite of making it look that way, because if it stood on its own, it wouldn’t need to be defended.
Anyway, I feel like I’ve rambled on enough, so I’ll wrap this up. I’m definitely in a better headspace now than I was when this all went down a week ago, and I apologize for taking a while to respond to this (been busy all week!). I don’t know how many folks are really interested in my opinions on all this stuff, but I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the support and lovely words, from you and folks who’ve reached out to me privately. Thanks for writing in, Anon! x
#anonymous#reply post#MS#welsh seduction machine#DT#soft scottish hipster gigolo#fandom woes#thank you all you lovely people for being here#i said it before and i'll say it again#i'd rather look like a 'bad' fan and talk about the reality of the situation#than look like a 'good' fan by ignoring it#can i please go back to writing about Michael and David making out now#places to not go#people to not see#fics to write#discourse
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Tales of Miss Fortune
It’s been awhile since you’ve heard a certain red devil callin’ but you soon find yourself fighting alongside Dante when trouble comes a knockin’.
Here’s the rootin’ tootin’ spooky treat I’ve been promising for weeks! Happy Halloween and Blessed Samhain, y’all! 🌹🤠🌹
Rated Explicit for: Vampire and DT Smut, Blood Drinking, and the usual violent demonic fighting with the addition of vampiric dusting.
Chapter 1: Fallin’ for a Gun Street Girl
Some people believe that there’s life after death while others say it’s just an underwhelming ending. You used to think the latter until experiencing the cold embrace of death for yourself. Now, you know that there’s a way to live a life after death…just not in the way that most folks tend to envision, such as spending an eternity in heavenly paradise or burning in hell.
Death truly is a cruel mistress to the living, but to vampires such as yourself…let’s just say that you and death have been bedfellows for well over a century now.
And you would think that someone would change after being dead for as long as you have, and yet here you are…still hanging out at rowdy bars, observing small groups of people gathered around various tables from your usual spot in the corner. It feels like any other normal night; the cackling of drunk patrons and clinking of numerous bottles is like music to your ears. But you feel like there’s something missing…and you finally figure out what it is after catching yourself looking up with every swing of the front entrance for the past hour.
Dante is a no show…again.
Your eyes glance down at the empty chair sitting right next to you, wondering if he’s been busy since the last time you saw him or just plain avoiding you altogether. Neither of you made any plans to hook up after that night in his shop, so you aren’t really surprised by the lack of interest. Afterall, the Legendary Devil Hunter has better things to do than to hang around a dead woman…at least, that’s what you tell yourself while pushing him out of your thoughts.
But you quickly find that it’s easier said than done as your eyes dart towards the pool tables, shivering at the memory of your own game of strip pool with him. It was one of the most fun nights of your undead life…hell, you can’t even remember a time where you were that happy when you were alive! But you know that getting attached to mortals usually invites trouble, and you don’t want to be a burden for an exceptional mortal like the Son of Sparda himself.
I’m bettin’ it was just a one-time thing anyway, you surmise, tearing your eyes away from the pool table while kicking your feet up on the table. He’s probably found someone alive and a lot prettier than-
The sudden screams of terror just outside the bar brings your thought to screeching halt. The few patrons who aren’t shit faced drunk immediately notice the commotion before bolting towards the exit. You tip your hat up and tilt your head with interest, listening to the inhuman shrieks that ring out like a hellish choir while everyone else starts panicking. It only takes a few more seconds and a couple more guttural growls before everybody gets wise enough in their drunken stupor to start rushing out.
Almost all of the drunkards are gone when the front windows explode in spray of glass. A horde of demons come barreling through and instantly set their malevolent sights on the stragglers, raising their jagged blades and claws high in the air before moving in for the kill. But you prove to be a lot quicker on the draw with your guns as you shoot each demon in speedy succession, distracting them long enough for the rest of the patrons to get away and live for another day.
“Hoo wee!” you yowl as the horde turns their attention towards you still sitting in the corner with your legs propped up on the table. “I’ve never got a good look at you demons before…y’all look like the hindquarters of bad luck!” you admit with a small shrug while the ugly sons of bitches start closing in on you. “But that’s alright…” You kick your feet off of the table before using some of your vampiric strength to fling it towards the center of the group, knocking a few demons down with a splintering crack.
“Cos yer about to meet Miss Fortune herself!” you boast, cocking both of your guns before raising them up in a challenge.
The demons hiss and spit like a herd of angry cats while spreading out through the bar, ignoring the obvious gap you’ve created with the table. You’ve never tangled with fiendish entities before, but this tells you that these demons aren’t the brightest crayons in the box. Your lips curl into a cocky grin as you aim your trusty guns towards the first casualties of this hellish brawl.
“C’mon now! It ain’t good manners to keep a lady waitin’!”
Your final taunt pushes them to pounce at once, giving you an opening to dash through the gap you made in a blink of an eye. You run past the broken remains of the table before turning around and taking aim, boosting your speed with blood while taking the first of many more shots. Misery and Woe were custom made to handle supernatural entities, and it seems they do just fine on demonic threats judging by the guttural screams of pain. All of them drop dead one after the other in a satisfying spray of blood within seconds, standing no chance against your heightened sense of accuracy and deadly aim.
“Huh…well, that was easy,” you quietly quip while reloading your guns.
Another round of demonic howls echo just outside the now thoroughly trashed and bullet ridden bar. Your keen sense of hearing detects the rustling of fighting and some gunshots among the ruckus. Something deep down in your gut knows who it is that’s letting loose on them demons…and you can’t help feeling a little excited at the thought of seeing him again.
You quickly make your way outside, breaking the front door off its hinges as you zoom out of the bar. The familiar scent of blood greets your nose as you scan the numerous bodies of dead demons on the street. Your eyes shift from side to side, scanning the area for any sign of who may be responsible for this onslaught of pure and utter chaos.
“Howdy, Darlin’.”
Your instincts kick in as you swing around and point your guns at the devil of your desire. His cheeky smirk widens as he casually approaches, bringing back memories of the pool game you’ve been trying to forget for both of your sakes. You slowly lower your arms while shaking your head in disbelief before flashing him with a confident grin.
“Well, well…look who finally decided to grace me with his devilish presence!” you exclaim with just a hint of sarcasm. “It only took a horde of demons and some gunfire to summon ya, but now that you’re here…” You pause when more demonic screeches echo in the distance, turning your head to glance over your shoulder at the oncoming wave of demons before looking back at him with a toothy grin.
“Wanna have some fun, Cowboy?”
Dante chuckles as he stands next to you. “With you…always,” he replies with a flirty wink before brandishing a huge sword from out of nowhere.
Your heart would be fluttering at his words if it were still beating, but there’s no time to dwell on these cumbersome emotions with imminent danger around the corner. You tip your hat to him before raising your guns just as more demons come running down the street. Both of you keep your ground to the very last second until springing into action.
Dante sprints towards the oncoming horde while you hang back and spray them with a hail of bullets. You admire the sheer power behind every stroke of his blade from afar, yearning to feel his robust arms around you again while shooting down more and more demons. C’mon now…this ain’t no time to be droolin’ like a waterfall, you mentally berate yourself before honing all of your focus on the task at hand. It only takes a few minutes for both of you to mow down the majority of demons before he brings up the obvious with his laid-back yet direct flair.
“So, I uh…haven’t seen ya since that night at my shop.”
Your face falls flat as you lower your guns. “Really, Dante? You wanna get into it right now?”
“Seems as good as any other time,” he retorts with a shrug before cutting down the last demon left standing with a broad sweep of his sword.
“And I suppose you’ve been avoiding my usual haunt since then for no particular reason either, hmm?” you ask while gesturing towards the bar with your head before raising a brow at him.
“I’ve been busy with a couple jobs lately,” he explains, resting his sword on his shoulder while walking up to you. “And besides, you know where I live,” he points out with a nod of his head as he stands right in front of you. “I even left ya an open invitation so that you can freely enter the shop whenever you want, Darlin’.”
His striking blue eyes glow in the moonlight as he scans your face, longing to see them spark with desire again. Your head starts spinning as the scent of gunpowder and leather mixed with a little blood wafts under your nose. You want to tell him that you miss his rousing company, his rowdy laughter, his searing hot kisses…but your keen ears pick up the rustle of fast approaching steps just behind him.
You quickly step to the side and take aim before firing at the pissed off demon. He whips around with Ebony and Ivory at the ready, but you beat him to punch as the demon falls dead on the ground. “Ooh! Better luck next time, Cowboy,” you crow with a playful smirk while holstering your guns.
Dante lets out a soft bark of laughter while shaking his head. “Next time, huh? I really like the sound of that.”
You chuckle and bite your lower lip as your hunger for him begins to stir. “Me too. It’s just…I got the impression that you didn’t wanna…what I mean to say is-”
“It’s not customary for our kind to engage in such barbaric relations with mortals.”
Both of you swing around towards the source of the phantom response, guns pointed down a dark alleyway. You glare at a pair of vampires walking out of the shadows before fanning out as eight more reveal themselves while swiftly surrounding you. One of them tilts his head as he inspects Dante with a critical eye. Your heightened senses tell you that he must be the leader since his blood is the most potent out of all of them.
“But I suppose a hybrid such as yourself would be an exception.”
Dante chuckles softly. “Looks like we got some party crashers,” he casually comments while turning so that both of your backs are pressed together.
All of the vampires quietly laugh as their daunting stares pin both of you down like a pack of ravenous wolves. You glance down at the bloody street, noting that this is the first time you’ve encountered your own kind around these parts…which is odd since that’s exactly why you hangout around here to begin with. But now you can’t swing a damn lasso without roping one on the very same night of a random demon attack!
The more you think about it…the more it reeks of something fishy.
“All this your handy work, I presume?” you inquire, motioning to the carnage all around you with a flick of your wrists.
The lead vampire smiles and turns to you. “In a manner of speaking…we simply pointed out that an infamous devil hunter frequents this very lively bar.”
Your eyes narrow at the implication of his words. “An ambush, huh?” You turn your head and meet Dante’s befuddled gaze. “Who’d you piss off this time?”
“Hell if I know,” he mutters while shrugging his shoulders.
You chortle at his carefree attitude and ready yourself for the challenging fight ahead. Dante turns and addresses the lead vampire with his disarming smirk. “We’re kinda in the middle of something, so if you could just-”
The vampire closest to the leader interrupts by loudly humming in delight. “No wonder our mistress sent us to collect such a delectable prize.”
Dante ignores the obvious attempt at flirtatious intimidation. “Well, I’m real flattered and all, but-”
“HE’S MINE!”
Your feral growl grabs everybody’s attention as you make a show of flashing your fangs, warning everyone to back off before things get messy. “Ooooh! Looks like this one’s already been claimed,” another vampire chimes in before letting out a baleful cackle.
“And here I thought we could talk this out like civilized kin,” the leader laments with a shake of his head.
The lustful vampire laughs before inflaming your possessive fury by sauntering up closer. “Such a shame that someone as old and infamous as you would be meeting her Final Death over-”
It only takes one explosive round from Misery aimed straight at their mouth to shut them the fuck up. The redolent air instantly becomes hostile as that vampire crumples down on the street, helplessly twitching while the remaining vampires snarl and hiss with outrage. Dante summons his sword and crouches down into a ready stance while you cock your other gun.
“I ain’t one to repeat myself but lemme make it very fuckin’ clear for y’all,” you begin, slowly raising Woe at the first vampiric casualty of this unfortunate encounter. “If any of you worthless ticks so much as touch a white hair on his head…” You aim and pull the trigger, reducing them to a pile of smoldering ashes with the force of your second shot.
“I’ll have ya begging for mercy before sprinkling yer ashes all over this goddamn street.”
And with that one final warning, the leader raises a hand and signals the rest of his cohorts to attack. Dante springs into action while you stand your ground, waiting until they get close enough until the very last second. You turn into mist just as one vampire raises a hand to swipe at you with their vicious claws, sifting through their bodies and reforming right behind them.
The barrels of Misery and Woe glisten in the pale moonlight as you let loose a barrage of bullets at inhuman speed. Two more vampires turn into dust while another clutches the back of their wounded head as they drop to the ground. You reload your guns as quick as a flash and take aim to finish the job, but the only survivor of your sly tactic zooms by and slashes your shoulder.
You snarl as sharp pain shoots down your arm, distracting you from weaker prey and focusing your attention on the asshole who ruined your favorite leather jacket. This vampire is almost as fast as you, swinging his clawed fists with precision towards the few vital points of your body. But you prove to be not only faster but wilier as well, dodging every single one of his blows while leading him towards some burning debris in the street.
You feint to left before shifting right as soon as they’re close to the flames, purposely letting him puncture your shoulder while using a large portion of blood to boost your strength. Your jaw clenches tight, holding back your yelp of pain as he growls victoriously at their measly accomplishment. But the joke’s really on him as you holster one of your guns before extending your nails into razor sharp claws.
Your lips curl into a devious grin. “You must be feeling pretty lucky right about now,” you note, making sure he meets your unwavering gaze. “But lemme fill ya in on a little secret…”
You swiftly jab your hand up straight towards his chest, long claws striking true with their target as they pierce his lifeless heart. His face contorts with agonizing shock as you twist your wrist, burrowing deeper until the tip of your claws stab through his back. You easily lift him up off the ground before turning around towards the blazing fire.
“No one’s lucky so long as Miss Fortune’s in town.”
You hurl him straight into the fire with one strong thrust, dislodging your claws from his chest before pulling your hat down in front of your eyes while turning away. The hot flash of flames lights up the night while tormented screams echo down the street, sending chills down your spine as you struggle to remain in control. Your feet move of their own accord away from the flaring threat, instinctually knowing that your quarry has met his Final Death.
Your eyes zero in on your previous prey limping away from the fray. You dash right up them and stomp your foot on their back, keeping them still as you carefully aim for the killing shot. Your finger slowly squeezes the trigger, relishing in their pitiful plea for mercy before ending their miserable undead life. But you don’t have long to delight in the bloodbath as Dante’s harsh grunt meets your ears, bringing your attention back over to his side of the fight.
Multiple piles of ash now litter the street alongside demon corpses. Dante is engaged with the only vampire left, which happens to be the leader himself. You get ready for a real challenge by reloading your guns with explosive bullets, but all logical thought flies out the window when you witness this leech attempting to…bite…and feed…
Something in the darkest recesses of your mind snaps and you suddenly find yourself using more blood to boost your speed before hurtling towards the object of your ire. The leader senses your approach and tries to act accordingly, but Dante seizes the chance to turn around and swing his sword at him. The blade cuts a deep gash across the leader’s neck and a thick spray of blood spatters across Dante’s face as you close in on your target.
“If a man is the sum of his misfortunes…” You stop just short of running into him and swiftly shove both barrels of Misery and Woe into his gaping mouth. “Then you’re one unlucky sonuvabitch,” you finish, enjoying the fear in his eyes as you pull both triggers.
You let out a satisfied growl as his undead brain gets blown to bits, smirking as his blood splatters across your face. He falls to his knees but the bastard refuses to meet his Final Death, still swiping his clawed hands around clumsily. But Dante swoops in and lops off his head with a single sweep of his sword before you can take aim with your guns.
The leader’s body crumbles to ash, leaving just the two of you in a sea of dusty carnage. You look at your devilish lover just as he turns his gaze towards you; both of you are covered in blood and still buzzing from the battle. Your keen hearing picks up his rapid breathing and heartbeat, which only stokes your flickering hunger into a blazing inferno.
“Dante,” you purr sensually while holstering your guns.
“Oh fuck,” he murmurs hoarsely before stalking over to you.
You meet him halfway before both of you just pounce on each other. Dante wraps his arms around your waist while your hands encircle his neck before both of your lips crash down and meet in a desperately heady kiss. You moan as he slips his tongue past your fangs while the scent of leather and gunpowder drives you wild. Finally seeing him fight and absolutely covered in gore pushes you to indulge in what you’ve been secretly missing since that night at the shop.
And it seems Dante agrees since his hands grope your ass and urge you to jump into his embrace. You oblige and hop into arms, wrapping your legs around his waist while nibbling on his lower lip with your fangs. He groans softly and tears his mouth from your starving lips before turning his face away, baring his neck to you as he treks back towards the bar. Your predatory gaze hones in on the pulsating vein being kindly offered, swiftly leaning in and scraping your fangs against his skin before sinking in for a luscious feast.
Dante grunts at your bite but his hurried pace never slows as he arrives at the entrance of the bar. He steps over the broken door and heads to the closet surface that isn’t totally ripped to shreds: the fucking pool table. But you don’t even care to comment with wry quip with his deliciously smooth blood trickling down your throat…he could’ve fucked you right then and there on the street and you wouldn’t have cared so long as his crimson nectar was on your tongue.
You suck a few more greedy mouthfuls as he sets you down, taking note of his strategic position of facing the entrance before tearing away from his neck. He instantly captures your bloody red lips with his hungry mouth, swirling his tongue around your fangs as he clutches you tight against his body. You feel the pin prick of claws press against your hips before he tears your jeans along with your panties, shredding them off until you’re only wearing your cowboy boots below your waist.
Your heightened sense of hearing catches the sound of approaching trouble a few meters outside of the bar. Dante notices too as he tears away from your lips and tilts his head towards the sound of approaching adversaries. His lips curl into a cheeky grin as he kneels down between your legs while reaching behind his back.
“Do me a favor and shoot down whatever comes our way while I take care of business down here,” he requests, brandishing both of his guns with a twirl before handing them over.
You take the guns just as a couple of demons come hurling through the shattered windows. “Sure thing, Cowboy,” you comply with a wicked grin.
Your hands swivel around and take aim while Dante dives in between in your legs, licking and sucking your wet cunt as you fire rapid shots at the encroaching demons. You gasp and moan between shots as he finds just the right spot, flicking and twirling his tongue while his nose rubs your clit in the most maddening way. This causes you to miss a few shots due to the delectable distraction down below, swearing up a storm with every errand bullet.
Dante silently chuckles at every curse word that flies from your mouth. “What’s the matter?” he pipes up between lavish licks, gazing up at you with a mischievous red gleam in his eyes. “I thought an infamous pistolero like yourself wouldn’t be so easily distracted!”
You hiss at his playful jeer while shooting down a demon that got really close to the pool table. “Less talkin’ and more lickin’, Cowboy,” you quip back, deciding that you would have better luck with your aim by switching positions. You clench your thighs around his head and swiftly turn your body around until you’re riding his face.
“Mmm, you’re gonna meet the devil at this rate, Darlin’,” he murmurs against your slit, nipping and sucking your folds before his tongue strokes even deeper inside you.
You feel like you’re floating away while shooting down the remainder of the demonic wave, twitching in pleasure until finally coming on his scruffy face with an ecstatic moan as you fully give into his devilish tongue. He greedily suckles every pulse of your cunt, slurping every drop of your pleasure as you fall against the soft green surface of the pool table. An intense heat emanates from his mouth as he slowly pulls away from in between your thighs, and you look over your shoulder to see a most wondrous and intimidating sight.
A true devil with smoldering red scales and spikey plating is standing behind you, smirking with familiar lips while glowing red eyes roam your prone body. You’ve only heard rumors about his demonic form but to see it for yourself is truly astonishing…and incredibly arousing. You lift yourself up from the pool table with a soft grunt and shuck off your long leather jacket before leaning back down, making a show of spreading your legs nice and wide.
His gravelly growl sends pleasant tingles down your spine as you give him a good view of your ass and sopping wet cunt. You peek over your shoulder and flash him a naughty grin. “C’mon, Cowboy,” you purr while wiggling your hips provocatively. “Show me how a real devil rides in the rodeo.”
Dante chuckles huskily while grabbing your hips with his clawed hands. “Are ya ready, Darlin’?” he asks gruffly, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you up towards his crimson chest before pressing his lips close to your ear. “Cos I’m gonna have you screaming my name all night.”
You gasp as an unfamiliar length slides in between your slick thighs, surprising you with its unusual yet tantalizing texture. Your eyes glance down and catch a glimpse of his member as it glides against your slick slit, noting its reddish black color and thick ridges all around the shaft. You whimper at the thought of his devilish cock slipping inside you, stretching you out while filling you up to the brim…just the feel of it has your thighs clenching around him with anticipation.
Sharp fangs nibbling on your ear breaks you out of your carnal daze. You thrust your hips back against him while reaching back to grab one of the long spikes protruding from his head. Another fiendish growl makes your body quiver as he turns your head to capture your lips with a searing hot kiss. He gently guides you to bend over the pool table, never breaking away from your wanton mouth while adjusting himself between your legs.
Dante slowly slides every inch of his ribbed cock inside you, pulling a pleased moan from your throat as his tongue licks one of your elongated fangs. You softly whine as he finally bottoms out, silently begging him to give you a taste before the imminent display of shameless debauchery. One corner of his mouth quirks into a smirk as he cuts the flat of tongue against your fang. You revel in the thick smokiness of his blood while his clawed hands rip your buttoned shirt open and slice your cotton bra between the cups before groping your breasts.
You ready yourself for one helluva ride…but both of you break away from each other’s lips as the clamor of more approaching demons meet your keen ears. Dante lets out an irritable growl while you reach for his guns still lying out on the pool table. You flip them around in a flashy fashion before presenting them with flourish above your head.
“I believe it’s your turn to do the shootin’, Cowboy.”
A sudden blast of blistering heat hits your back, almost blowing your gambler hat off as he gives your breasts one last squeeze before withdrawing with a teasing scrape across your nipples. He takes his trusty weapons from your grasp and points Ebony towards the entrance while resting Ivory just above your navel as he wraps his arm around your waist. You would be holding your breath if you still had the ability to breathe as he waits for trouble to come knocking, staying completely still until the very last moment…
Dante slowly pulls out, leaving only the tip inside you while the first wave of demons come crawling through the broken windows. Then, he slams his hips back against you with a sharp slap as he fires the first of many shots. You moan unabashedly as he sets a steady pace, pounding into you with brutal force while shooting down a stream of demons. It doesn’t take you long to reach your peak again, coming from the new sensation of his devilish cock while a barrage of bullets whiz through demonic skulls.
Your body falls limp against the pool table as Dante swings Ivory towards the back of the bar. He fires a rapid hail of bullets as more demons come through the back entrance while keeping his ruthless pace. The metallic ring of bullet casings bouncing off the hardwood floor keeps the insatiable flame of your desire burning as your hunger demands more blood and more pleasure.
You lift one of your legs up onto the pool table, resting your knee against the edge while propping yourself up on your arms. Then, you thrust your hips back to meet every hard pump of his cock, keening with every brush against your sweet spot as he buries himself even deeper inside you. Your ears pick up some faint cursing as some of his shots fly by a few encroaching targets.
“What’s the matter?” you ask as he points Ebony towards the demons. “I thought an infamous devil hunter like yourself wouldn’t be so easily distracted,” you taunt, mirroring his exact words from earlier while looking over your shoulder and meeting his smoldering gaze.
Dante growls and quickly disposes of the remaining demons, wrapping both arms around you as soon as the last one disintegrates with a pitiful shriek. He pulls you up until your back meets his glowing red chest and picks up the pace, scaly hips slapping against your ass while his warm grunts puff against your cool skin. The slide of Ivory presses against your breast while the barrel of Ebony rests above the apex of your thighs, rubbing your clit with every hard thrust as he nuzzles the back of your head. You groan as intense pleasure starts to build up again, making you mumble incoherently while holding onto his arms with your bruising grip.
You tilt your head and bare your neck, hoping that he sees the invitation to partake of you. The exhilarating feel of sharp fangs nipping and grazing along the soft flesh you’ve exposed lets you know that he got the message. His guttural purr sends tiny tremors of delight throughout your body, making you ache for his bite as you rush towards rapturous release.
Dante drags his demonic tongue against your neck before sinking his fiendish fangs into your supple flesh. His name bursts from your lips as you tumble over the edge again, body shaking in his fervid embrace as he takes a couple swigs of your blood. “Mmm…fuck, I’ve missed the taste of you,” he groans against your neck, relentlessly thrusting through your orgasm and smacking his lips before going back for more.
The rustle of something unfurling knocks you out of the hazy aftershocks of your mind-numbing orgasm. You glance over your shoulder just as Dante spreads his demonic wings out wide. Their swirly red patterns hypnotizes you, pulsing with his heartbeat while gradually glowing brighter as he chases his own pleasure. You moan at the impressive display of power while leaning down against the pool table, silently encouraging him to fuck you with wild abandon by thrusting your ass back with enthusiastic fervor.
Dante drops both of his guns on the pool table and grips your hips with his wickedly sharp claws. His booming growl sends darts of pleasure straight down through your cunt as he pounds into you with renewed vigor. Your enraptured moans mingle with his gravelly growls as both of you come careening over the edge together among the blood and gore. You scream his name over and over while he cums in great spurts, slicking your cunt with his white-hot seed as the lewd squelching from his frenzied thrusts echo throughout the ruined bar.
Both of you ride the pleasurable wave, gasping and writhing against each other to the very end. You collapse against the pool table while Dante leans over and rests atop your back, warming the crook of your neck with his panting breath. Your thighs twitch as his cum drips out from your sated sex, making you feel some carnal satisfaction deep within the primal recesses of your mind.
You let out a blissful sigh while leaning back to nuzzle his spiky head, softly purring as his warm lips press numerous kisses against your neck. You bask in this tender moment, giving into this feel of emotional closeness before the inevitable parting of your ways. But you don’t have time to dwell on that bittersweet notion as the familiar sense of dawn approaching washes over you.
Your entire being instantly reacts to the slow ascension of the sun, quaking in fear while wriggling out of the warm embrace of your devilish lover. “Whoa! Easy there,” he coos as you reach for your long leather jacket. “What’s the hurry, Darlin’?”
“The sun…I can feel it rising,” you explain, quickly slipping both of your arms through your jacket before buttoning it up. “I gotta go…but I dunno if I can make it to my sanctuary before…” you trail off, trembling at the thought of meeting your Final Death under the rays of the morning sun.
“You can stay at the shop if you want.”
His nonchalant offer gives you pause as your head snaps over your shoulder, noting that he’s reverted back to his human form. You think it over for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of taking him up on his gracious offer. “If you have a dark basement…or a way to block all sunlight from entering a vacant room,” you suggest, desperately hoping that he really means it since his place is a lot closer than the crypt that serves as your temporary home at the local cemetery.
Dante cups your face with both of his hands. “I won’t let anything happen to you during the day,” he swears while meeting your frantic gaze.
You stare into his striking blue eyes, searching for the slightest hint of deception among their depths…but the genuine gleam within his unwavering stare eases your worried mind. Your lips curve into a grateful smile while clasping his arm with one hand before tipping your hat in appreciation. “Then you better ride like the wind, Cowboy,” you murmur, swiftly bringing your face closer by raising yourself up on your tippy toes.
“Don’t wanna end up as a pile of ash before giving ya hell for ruining my one good pair of jeans,” you softly tease while nipping at his lips with your fangs.
His breathy chuckle brushes against your face. “Didn’t hear ya complaining at the time…too busy having a drink on me,” he teases right back before capturing your lips with a scorching kiss, making you moan softly while both of your tongues gently glide across each other.
Your insatiable hunger starts to stir once more, but the nagging urge to seek shelter from the rising sun wrangles it back as you break away from his lips with a rueful sigh. Dante smirks knowingly as he reaches for his guns on the pool table, holstering them behind his back before leading you out of the destroyed bar. He summons Cavaliere while you hiss and turn away from the flashing light of false dawn.
“C’mon, Darlin’,” he murmurs, gently guiding you towards his fiendish ride.
You hop on and make yourself comfortable while he swings one leg over and sits down behind you. “Better hurry…I’m already…” you mumble, barely able to keep your eyes open while fighting off the familiar feel of falling into torpor.
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry ya into the shop and protect you during the day,” he whispers by your ear, wrapping one arm around your waist while his other hand revs the engine.
“Promise?”
“You have my word, Darlin’.”
Dante puts the pedal to metal with those final words of assurance, zooming down the street at breakneck speed towards the shop. Your lips curl into a fond smile as you do your best to hold on during the ride while fighting off the need to rest. But you know that’s a fool’s errand, so you close your eyes and leave yourself in the capable hands of your remarkable devil.
And as you finally succumb to the lull of torpor, you remind yourself that getting attached to Dante will only invite more trouble down the road…but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’d like to thank @bettybattaglia for her wonderful suggestion about missing gun shots! And I gotta give a shout out to @varen-neoraven for beta reading for me!
Tagging: @drusoona @exsultry @a-midsummer-nights-odyssey @leviathan-dee
#dante#dante x reader#devil may cry#dmc#cowgirl vampire reader#Tales of Miss Fortune#Fallin' for a Gun Street Girl#back in the saddle and ready to ride!#YEEHAW! 🌹🤠🌹#harlot writes
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