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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months

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I had a silly idea, what about an Cheshire Cat!reader x Alastor? (Feel free not to do this dearie ( ·∀·) )

Haha. OMFG. A Cheshire Cat would really match with Alastor well! So, thank you, Lady Beelzebub! I’ll try this out!

Alastor- A Little Game

Vaggie has been so frustrated. Charlie has been trying to ease the crew. Husk is on the verge of murdering somebody. Niffty is annoyed that her cleaning equipment is gone. Angel is quite amused by what’s going on and Alastor is very invested in the cause

Lately, the Hazbin Hotel has been dealing with a suddenly appearing invisible menace causing pranks after pranks nonstop; locking or trapping up doors, stealing items and storing them high up, whispering out in the halls at night

Alastor didn’t suspect he’d ever run into the culprit of all this trouble but he has. After Charlie had been giving Vaggie a calmdown pep talk, the Princess politely asked Alastor to check around the hallways for any more prank remnants, the Overlord did so, just to see what he may find… and he made a incredible discovery

A floating cat-like sinner with magenta and pink colouring, most importantly, a big Cheshire wide grin. A rival of Alastor’s own smile and with almost half a body, as if cut in half

The sinner was in the midst of setting up a trap consisting a big silver bucket full of thick blood over the top of Alastor’s own hotel room door, but they’ve been caught in the act

And Alastor doesn’t plan on dealing out punishment… he’s too amused

“Ah… you must be the little troublesome beast causing so much disrupt in this Hotel?” Alastor asks almost immediately with literally no malice towards what’s been going on, his transatlantic accent smooth and almost making his voice sound more friendly and warm than he actually is as this cat sinner… or otherwise, you

Just giggles under your breath and disappears into thin air properly with the wide grin floating in the air for a few seconds almost magically before dissipating with you

“And if I have?” Your voice rings out after a few more seconds of silence, disembodied, invisible. You can’t be tracked with eyes but Alastor’s powerful magic can pinpoint where you are by detecting your own demonic magic, sharply looking over his shoulder to be greeted with your floating head

Just your head… no body, it’s like before when it was half of your torso. Now, it’s just your head. Your magic is a lot like the storybook fairytale character, Cheshire Cat

But that’s because you’re the most Cheshire Cat person anybody will ever met. Alastor couldn’t help but be so amused by you; you’re skilled, you’re snarky, you know what you’re doing and you’re resourceful, good at planning

Able to have avoided being caught by everybody in the Hotel for months now and you’re lucky enough to have been caught by the one member who enjoyed the chaos and madness the pranks caused

“I believe you must avoid the others if so” Alastor proclaims, almost mysterious and still silky in that radio-laced but classy and dapper tone as you tilt your head confused. For the first time, you’ve been snapped out of your mischievous chaotic demeanour

You suspected him to bark, to growl, to be annoyed so him not is so odd to you but quickly brushing it off, you manifest your whole body into frame. Cute fluffy striped cat-like ears flicking and long fluffy cat-like tail curling around, almost like a coil spring

You couldn’t really understand this Overlord, something you don’t like. You’d prefer people to be confused by you, by your style of insanity and madness, by your enjoyment of causing so much disorder and high-tension emotions

You were about to speak, basically floating over his shoulder before Alastor beats you to the punch. You can’t tell if you’ll like him or despise him with the way he speaks, almost condescending

“If you’re going to make my project topsy-turvy, I suggest do a better prank”

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disneyprincemuke · 1 month

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glorious happenings * milo+rocky vault

notes: haha this isn't canon in the current timeline btw i just miss mocky and if you come to my inbox again, just know that i will ignore you so leave me alone before i seriously consider unhinged my jaws to be extra deranged

also, this was supposed to have their first kiss, first date and first fight but well... i got lazy so pls just take what u can get ty

(series masterlist) | (📁 the milo + rocky vault)

the first airport pickup

she chews on the inside of her cheeks, tapping her phone against her palm as she cranes her neck, trying to look past the sea of people significantly taller than her. for a person she barely knows.

a person she’s only spoken with over the internet.

how absurd that a man would fly from the us just to be able to take her out on a date. and how absurd that she didn’t even think twice about offering her apartment up for him instead of making him pay for a hotel.

he’s only in london for her, after all. at the time, it seemed fair — looking back, she’s actually asking to get murdered.

“you know, you’re a lot harder to find in a crowd than i’d expected,” a disembodied voice speaks into her left ear, a looming presence making her jump up and away from this said person. “and you’d think that it wouldn’t be this hard to find one of the cutest girls in an airport in london.”

a laugh fills their bubble as she looks up at him distraught and a hand on her chest. “normal people start with hello to the other person’s face, by the way.”

milo hums, scrunching his nose. “i’ve already flown to london with 2-day’s notice; it felt like we were past acting within the norm.”

“well, a warning would have been nice.” she clenches her jaw, a soft sigh passing her lips as she closes her eyes momentarily. she takes in another deep breath to open her eyes, meeting a wide grin. “how was the flight? are you hungry? i know this really good diner right by my apartment — i reckon you might like it.”

he coos, a pout carving his lips with a hand on his chest. “you’re getting soft, rocks.”

“don’t call me that,” she rolls her eyes, though there’s still a small grin playing on her lips. she grabs the handle of milo’s luggage and starts pushing it. “you’re not at that level of personalised nicknames yet. rocky or my name.”

he gapes at her with a small grin before he picks up his feet to walk with her. “anyway, it’s pretty early. i can drive if you want.”

“no can do,” she whispers, shaking her head, “i’m using my roommate’s car.” she lifts her head to look at him. “i don’t have a car. yet.”

“yet?”

“yeah, i’m actually supposed to pick it up tomorrow afternoon. so i’m going to have to leave you in the apartment with my kids for a little while.” she presses her lips together, suddenly realising that she’d sprung this on him. “if that’s okay, of course. i shouldn’t take more than an hour and–”

milo’s laughs cuts her off. “it’s okay. i’ll make you breakfast.” he snatches his luggage back from her. “thanks for picking me up. i thought of where we could go on a date tonight, actually.”

the first crash

“i told you,” she sighs, holding the phone up to her face, “there wasn’t a need to send me flowers. it wasn’t a serious crash.”

“well, you disappeared on my for 2 days, so i’m guessing it’s serious by some degree,” milo mutters, disappearing from her screen. “how come you’re in oxford and not london? did something happen?”

she gapes wordlessly at the camera, tilting her head. she hasn’t really spoken about the crash to anyone but blythe. “right… you know i live in london.”

“i do. i’ve been there before.” milo’s laugh fills her room as he comes back to the camera. his eyebrows furrow at her frown and slightly teary eyes. “is everything okay, rocks? did something happen?”

she sighs. “yeah. i crashed out during the race and retired — hospital and everything.” milo hums with a nod. “logan and i crashed out during the race.”

“oh.” he wasn’t expecting that. well, he did, but not that she’d crashed out with someone she’s spoken very highly of in the past couple of months they’d known one another. “are you okay? how do you feel?”

“i’m not on painkillers anymore and i finally got the energy to go downstairs by myself,” she rambles, resting her head back on her pillow, “blythe made me breakfast.”

milo blinks. “i mean about your crash with logan. are you guys okay?”

“i guess,” she squeaks, quickly avoiding his stare through the screen.

“so why aren’t you staying in your apartment with logan right now?” she blinks right back at him. the explanation is simple, really, but she doesn’t want to talk about it. “you don’t have to go into detail, but at least don’t say it’s okay when it’s not.”

she nods and clenches her jaw. “we fought, and haven’t spoken since we crashed.”

“ah, alright.” a moment passes. “well, do you wanna watch a movie together if you’re feeling better?”

“that sounds fun. do we get to watch one of your movies?”

“please don’t make me do that.”

“fair.”

the first ‘i love you’

“that was an amazing race, rocks.”

“i can’t believe you made it.” her squeak is high-pitched as she glances over her shoulder, sneaking out from the paddock gates. she wraps her arms around milo’s torso and squeezes him before pulling away. “sorry i didn’t give you my passes. you know, i can’t possibly say ‘no’ to my dad when he wants to watch my race.”

“it was genius asking me to come and watch you — what do you mean? i don’t need the passes,” he grins, swaying in the hug and nuzzling his face into her neck. “my friends and i had fun even if we weren’t in the paddocks.”

she sighs. when she’d put out the idea of him coming in and watching her home race (because she grew up here), she hadn’t actually thought that milo meant it when he said he’ll convince his friends to come along with him.

perhaps she should have expected it from someone who flew to london just to take her out on a date.

“i’ll tell my friends soon, i promise. it’s just–”

“rocks,” milo laughs, shaking his head, “it’s okay. you can tell your friends that whenever.”

she grins, pulling away slightly to look up at him. “so you’re coming to oxford with me tomorrow, right? to meet my parents?”

he grins, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “of course. i’m so excited — came bearing gifts for everyone and everything.”

“that’s so adorable!” she coos, pulling away with a hand on her chest. “i love you, miles, but you really didn’t have to do that.”

a deep chuckle freezes her where she stands, eyes widening as the weight of her words gets to her head. she looks up at milo and shakes her head. “i mean–”

“i love you too, rocks. i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t.” he cups her cheeks, giving her a tender kiss on her lips. “i’ll pick you up tomorrow from your apartment, alright? i’ll drive us to your parents’.”

the first gossip

“rocks, you’re never going to believe what i just heard.” the door creaks open and the young man steps back at the unexpected pairs of eyes he meets. he grins sheepishly. “sorry. should have knocked.”

logan shrugs, shaking his head. “i was just about to head out.”

milo shakes his head, arms spread to block the door. “you’re gonna wanna stay for this, dude. it’s hot, juicy gossip that was relayed to me.”

the girl sits in her beanbag and tilts her head. “who in the right mind would give you gossip willingly? you’re such a blabber mouth.”

“doesn’t that remind you of someone, rocky?” logan turns around sharply to look at her.

she points a finger at logan. “i’m a changed woman. i don’t do that anymore.”

“okay, good for you,” milo scowls. “do you want to hear the gossip or not? it’s pretty interesting.”

“sure?”

“mick’s seeing someone.”

she drops her phone on the carpeted ground of her driver’s room, lips parting in shock. “mick’s what? he told you that?”

“i’ll give it to you this one time, manheim. you were actually right about it being hot and juicy,” logan grins, leaning on the wall behind him with an impressed smile. “did mick tell you anything else?”

“okay, okay,” milo giggles, walking deeper into the room. he drops himself in front of the beanbag that she sits on and places his hands on his knees. “so it’s crazy–” he twists to look at logan. “what are you doing standing there? get in here so i can tell you all that he told me.”

logan lifts his eyebrows and pushes himself off the wall. “oh, i’m included. alright.”

the first night over (at his)

“rocks?”

milo walks out of his bathroom, ruffling his hair with a towel to dry it off. the girl lies comfortably in his bed and a mean glare is thrown his way. “don’t make me get out of bed.”

he points at the bathroom behind him. “i thought you said you wanted to brush your teeth before bed and put on your retainers.”

“i don’t know if you actually need glasses,” she glances at the dog sleeping on her stomach, “but i have a dog sleeping on my stomach.”

he points at her, “i see that. but what about your retainers?”

she sighs. “could you just help me grab them? they’re in the front pockets of my backpack — little pink container with a mclaren and williams’ sticker on it.”

his laugh fills the room as he makes a sharp turn to where her backpack rests in the corner of his bedroom.

“don’t ask about the stickers. i woke up hungover one morning with it on there,” she rolls her eyes. “if you turn it over, there’s a mercedes and a red bull one on the other side. courtesy of mick and liam.”

“do any of them get an andretti sticker to rep you?” milo teases, shaking the retainer’s casing in his hands to show it to her. “and may i get one so everyone knows that my girlfriend is that super cool, super sexy and super beautiful driver?”

she hums, pressing her lips into a thin line. “if you play your cards right, you might even get a special edition rocky hoodie from her merch line.”

“how generous, rocks.”

he hands her the pink casing and she smiles. “still like me even with the retainers on?”

milo kneels on the bed with a smile, pressing a kiss on her cheek. “like?” he snorts. “love you even if you didn’t have teeth.”

“oh, don’t put that image in my head.”

“you’d still look very cute.”

“how would you know that?”

“just imagined it in my head.”

“just shut up, milo.”

the first dnf

the safety car comes to a stop right by the paddocks. the girl mutters a soft ‘thank you’ before immediately pushing the door open to leave.

she has her helmet in her hands as she walks with her head low, jaw clenched as she tries her hardest to contain the sob she feels threatening to come out of her.

if she could, she’d tear down all of the walls around her and scream. but she can’t. because around her are cameras pointed at her with fans gawking as she passes them. it’s not their fault her car couldn’t handle the heat.

she makes a sharp turn for the andretti racing home, head hung low until she opens the glass doors.

“aw, rocks.”

she lifts her head from the ground and sighs heavily, shoulders slumping at the sight of the familiar green eyes she’s been hoping to see when she got into the safety car. she lets the door close behind her, throwing her head back as she closes her eyes. “miles.”

“come here, rocks. i got you.”

she lets out a soft whine as she finally lets out the sob she’s been holding in for the past 10 minutes, running over to where her boyfriend stands by the bottom of the stairs, expecting her.

she sighs exasperatedly as she takes large steps towards him, tears starting to fall out of her eyes. she chokes on her sob as she stumbles into him.

milo wraps his arms protectively around her smaller frame. “it’s okay, rocks. i’m here.”

“it’s so unfair,” she cries into his chest, the material of his shirt bunched up in her hand. “the weekend was doing so well, my. why is it always me?”

“i know, love,” milo hums, resting his cheek on the top of her head. he sways slightly, looking around the room with a mean stare. “it’s not your fault, okay? you have to remember that.”

immediately, all whispers halt and prying eyes are torn away from them. he lifts his arms to shield her face away from the cameras — ones that are very clearly pointed at them through the windows — and huffs.

“that’s the second retirement in a row.” she leans into his body and wraps an arm around milo’s torso. “that’s so fucked up. you should have seen what they were saying about it last week.”

“i know,” he hums softly. “come on, let’s freshen up in your room and i’ll get you some ice-cold pepsi, okay?”

she shakes her head, wiping her nose. “i think i need to be back at the garage to watch the race.”

“let’s get you freshened up first, okay?”

i'm only tagging my #1 mockynation vault @angsthology because i dont wanna be annoying lolsie xoxo

#f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 grid x reader #f1 female driver #formula one x reader #fem!driver #f1 fem!driver #female driver #disneyprincemuke vr #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1 #vettel reincarnate #dpm vr: mocky vault

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kaysdenofchaos · 8 months

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So uh. What's goin on over there? You good, Mike?

!!!

Disembodied voice that knows my name!! Omg hi!!!

I'm uh! Not actually sure if you're real or if I'm hallucinating, but I've had like a rough.. day? Week? Year? It's kinda hard to tell time here actually. haha, ha...

Honestly, even now I'm still not sure what's been happening. One moment I'm falling after saving Leo- my brother!- from the Prison Dimension, and the next thing I know I'm in like this blank. Space of nothingness. With some demon thing that has my face and my brothers' faces that either wants to kill me or has one messed up definition for friendship. Creepy horror stuff, I know.

I managed to escape sort of, but now I'm here? It's the same dark void, but this reality feels different- not exactly somewhere, but definitely not nowhere.

But whatever! Dr. Delicate Touch fears nothing, no sir! I managed to get this far, so I'm sure it's only a matter of time til I get outta here and go home.

I.. hope my bros are doing alright. Wherever they are.

#rottmnt mikey #in the void

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dreammeiser · 2 months

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Hi Mage! Oddrey is really pretty 🤩 I would like to know some facts about her!

Aw I am happy to see Oddrey receiving some love, thank you so much! For you I have some nice fun facts for our Phantom Primadonna that I hope you will enjoy reading! :o) Oddrey is 5'8" and a Ghost-based puppet.

She was inspired from a couple interesting places; there are a few ghost puppets in The Muppets I looked at for guidance, but I was also looking at Kayako Saeki from The Grudge, the otherworldly party-goers in the ballroom scene of The Labyrinth, and Princess Kraehe/Rue from Princess Tutu, as well as uhhh... Some really unsettling disembodied mannequin hands I saw set up at a local Ikea near me. Haha! Ehhh... :o( EDIT: I FORGOT TO INCLUDE SUSPIRIA AHAHA I love both the 1977 original and the remake!!! Suspiria was a huge inspiration!

She is a grudge spirit set to haunt one of the main characters in the Dreamalong Gang-- someone has a guilty conscience!

Her Voice Claim was either Marceline the Vampire Queen or Mitski :o) Something either edgy and sharp, or deep and somber.

She has the ability to possess other puppets!

In life, she loved bugs, particularly fairy aphids. They still flock to her when she manifests.

#thank you for the ask!#dawm #dawm project #dream along with me #Oddrey Shivers

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waxsuyaaa · 27 days

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GET BOMBARDED WITH SOME WORDS I WROTE AT 3AM!!

whole entire thing below

The lights of the grand hallway dimmed, and the main entrance, two golden doors that reached all the way up to the ceiling closed with a resonating boom, drowning the lights out and locking Monique’s only exit.

Damn it. Monique thought to herself. She was stuck in an open hall, no way to see anything except the silhouette of her palms and the mezzanine overhead. The hall was filled with the bitter smell of dust and years of neglect. Then, a disembodied voice came from.. somewhere, always behind Monique, no matter which way she turned and twisted to face it.

“Monique…” The voice was deep and gravelly, the sound of a wretched old hag, like a cartoon witch in the room with her. Oh, this was it, Monique listened to the echoes in the empty hall, never focused onto one specific point. The reason the great queen of Shadowland never left her dusty castle, painstakingly waiting for decades was because she was just so old and frail and her bones could just explode into a million little pieces, just like that.

The voice changed though, Monique’s prediction was wrong. “Ahem.” Miss-disembodied-sound was clearing her throat, and Monique could hear her getting chirpier and more bouncy, just like…

A little girl. And that was what the queen was. Or rather, who.

“Hey. Monique? Yeah, I do know your name. Over here… Hello?”

A spotlight appeared behind Monique, extra dramatic with the sound shooting out from that direction. The ‘queen’ stood on the mezzanine, looking down at Monique, and she was just a little girl, leaning on the rusting decorated railing, her ashy hair shrouded in dust particles, visible from the brightness of the spotlight.

“Who are you? I thought the queen would be older? Was that your voice before?”

The queen pushed her elbows further on the railing, rocking back and forth on the rusted metal. “I’m the queen, of course.” She raised her hand to her chest and curtsied. “You can call me Lucey if you like. I haven’t talked to anyone in about ten years, so excuse my voice from earlier.”

Monique stared at the queen in disbelief, surely this little girl, closer in complexion to a snotty nosed second grader couldn’t be the wise ruler of Shadowland, who hasn’t been seen in over a few centuries. However there was one question more intriguing than the rest, even above the endless new mysteries this ‘queen’ seemed to create.

“What do you mean, willingly?” Monique asked.

“Oooohh… they make me say so much useless stuff to give to the public and keep on reassuring them that everything is going to be fine no matter what terrible things happen. Like, sorry your village got burned down by demons but hey everything’s gonna be alright.” The queen cracked her back on the metal bars, her hair flipped to face Monique. “I couldn’t find the energy to pretend to care about ‘my loyal subjects, citizens of Shadowland’ anyways.

Monique looked up at the queen once more, and thought to herself— if she was actually standing on the ground and not on the second floor, Monique would have to look down instead of up. She pinched her nose with a disappointed frown. “Why are you even the queen? What good are you if you don’t care about your country, and you just let everything happen? Tons and tons of people are being resurrected against their will so they can’t live their afterlives peacefully and have to stay here witnessing their bodies be puppeteered by someone else.”

The queen twirled her hair around her finger and rocked back and forth on the brittle rail. “Haha.. looks like someone been lurking around the libraries. You must be really good at memorising stuff, with that parrot mouth. Always repeating, and repeating. I don’t even want to be the queen anymore. I’m just here because of a stupid rule.”

She started kicking the welded metal of the rails. “It says the new ruler may not inherit their place until the previous one dies.” The rails made a sound every time the short queen kicked it with her laced up white boots. The loud clangs reverberated qand echoed in the empty hall, bouncing off the walls and making her seem more powerful that she looked.

“How is that a probl—“ Monique was cut off.

“Because, I’m never gonna die!” The queen leaned aggressively on the mezzanine like a fox ready to pounce on its prey. “Like, hey? Haven’t you noticed? The poor queen, who hasn’t been seen for a bajillion years, probably hasn’t aged for a bajillion years??” She twirled around in the spotlight. “I swear, the best birthday gift i could have gotten from my parents would be to disappear and not have to be here with the rest of the world. So, Monique, what do you think I was trying to do? While I was in my palace rotting away for a hundred years?”

“You were..” Monique spoke shakily.

“You were trying to die.”

The queen balanced on the metal railing which was old and creaking, on her toes and shook it to and fro.

“Bingo! You’re also kinda smart for some random schoolgirl, well done, I guess.”

Monique stared in horror? Not horror, she was still processing what she heard. The crazy queen. Immortal forever. Sentenced to lead the nation of Shadowland, and instead of following the task, she fell into despair.

This queen has tried to die in every possible way instead of acknowledging her people. All because she got bored and didn’t want to talk and reassure them and tell them everything would be okay. How lazy of her..

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Finished staring?” The queen was now sitting regally on the shaking rail like nothing happened at all, her lacy dress collecting all the dust from the ceiling. “Y’know, a lot happens in a century, this world stays exactly the same, but the minds of the sentient aren’t fit to comprehend such time and length. Remember how you said something about the resurrected and the business surrounding them? I probably did that.”

The room was met with silence, with the wide open room and no furniture, caked in darkness. “Oh, wow I thought you would be more enthusiastic, you know. Like.. I’m about to tell you about my backst— you know what, never mind. I talk to myself all the time.”

The queen cleared her throat and positioned herself royally, sitting on the railing, at risk of falling off with a light breeze. “So like, it all started with my parents and stuff, blah blah blah, I guess I wasn’t grateful enough that I was sentient or whatever, and then I got cursed to stay alive forever, and then I had to watch every one of my beloved relatives drop like flies over the years.”

“So, I came up with a simple solution. I could just resurrect them, recreate their minds with circuits and chips. Sounds easy right? However there was just one problem, dead peoples’ minds decay after a while, and then I was in my home. With a bunch of walking corpses who I called my family. I was alone.”

With this stinging final phrase, the queen striked the metal railing, after intensely swinging on it until a huge groan emanated from the creaking bending metal.

The balcony broke, sending the queen hurtling down and hitting the ground with a sharp crack. Her pale, petite body, frilly nightgown and all, sprawled out on the tiled floor, glittering red blood seeping out beneath her. It was so incredibly disturbing, her eyes still open in shock from the fall, wide open. And her chest— still moving?

“Ouch… actually, no. Wait. I’m fine. Hope you enjoyed the show.” The queen gave two fingerguns to Monique, staring at her from the ground, blood staining her face.

The queen got up from the cold hard ground snapped every one of her limbs back into place like those metal slap bracelets. There was blood obviously still trickling in a small stream down her shoulder from her head, slowly, slower until it stopped.

Monique stared in horror, for real this time, as this lady straight up survived a fall from a second story balcony, had major injuries while healing in record time. And yet she stood up, arms crossed. The queen put her hand on Monique’s shoulder, making her flinch. “So, um, yeah. If you’re speechless right now, it would be really boring to have a conversation with a wall, it would be like talking to my aunt. Which is one of the worst things in the world. So bye!”

The tall golden doors opened, showing off the milky white clouds outside the palace, and an endless sea of fog. The sky basically sucked Monique out towards the weather outside which was nearly going to rain. And, just like that, the doors closed behind her, missing her by only a couple centimetres and shutting with a large bang.

Well, that raised more questions than it was supposed to ask.

@askshadowlandacademy

#shadowland academy #shadowland academy monique #let us pretend the little universe in my head is an actual real series #ASK ALL THE QUESTIONS YOU WANT IN THE OTHER BLOG

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chaomother · 1 year

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AHAH IT WAS I, THE OTHER TWIN

Fooled ya

Anywho mY BAD - night + jet???

- Moon

*GASPS* YOU GOT ME!!! HEHEHE i hope this drabble can make you forgive me ;3 it got away from me a little so it was longer than i expected it to be hehe

「jet the hawk x gn!reader」

Starlight gleamed upon the water’s surface, your hands distorting the quintessential reflections from your ripples as you delicately traced your fingertips across the cool liquid. “I wish I could be anywhere but here,” you huffed out tiredly, “Don’t you agree, Mr. Caterpillar?”

The vibrant green caterpillar making its way to the other side of the marble fountain paid you no mind, impelling you to sigh with an equally strained smile. “You’re heading home, aren’t you? Well, here, I’ll give you a lift,” you chortled as the little critter allowed you to scoop it up onto your finger.

“This spot looks perfect,” you gently placed the caterpillar onto a purple flower, observing how it rubbed itself against the luscious petals. The subdued, pale light emanating from the mansion magnified the lovely scene; and you couldn’t help but think about how beautiful the garden truly was.

Knowing that life beyond vegetation flourished here made the irritation you felt deep inside quell slightly—you never had anything against the abundant, bountiful place to begin with, but with how obsessively your parents cared for it… just made it feel spiritless. And ugly.

For the sake of ostensible cosmetics, every flower or vine had to be perfect; your parents pursuing this ideology so cruelly and vehemently that they’ve fired caretakers in the past for causing one accidental blemish.

“What’s someone as pretty as you doing out here at night all by themselves?”

At the sound of a familiar and disembodied voice, you gyrated on your heel and discerned your favorite vainglorious thief. “Jet? Why am I not surprised to see you here?” you couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he’d come this way, attracted to the lavish and rich gathering inside.

You sauntered back over to the fountain, taking your previous spot back but with new vigor at the appearance of a friend. Jet purloined the seat adjacent to you, prepared to listen to your ramble as he seen your lips parting again, “You know how these boring fancy parties go. I’m just sick of putting on a face for the sake of appearances, like, the food is terrible. It’s so hard not to cringe and say I like it…”

“Parents who push their own unattainable expectations on their kids are so annoying,” Jet sympathized with a light tone, thinking back on his own father. Not that his father pushed anything unwanted on him, but rather that Jet felt the need to live up to that legacy—and the subsequent worries that came along with it. “Want me to snatch your old man’s cane? It’s real gold, right? We can watch him stumble around in front of everyone and teach him a lesson!”

Jet sounded so utterly confident in his suggestion that you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering into your throat. But it was still an undeniably absurd idea that the rigidness in your shoulder ricocheted off each other as you threw your head back in a fit of laughter.

“Haha, no, no, that’s okay!”

And as Jet watched you sincerely be in stitches, unrestrained and full of animation, he knew he’d allow you to get away with laughing at him this one time. “That’s better, isn’t it? Now quit your laughing!” Jet expressed his disapproval, his hand jerking your shoulder.

Rubbing a tear from your eye, you grinned, “Much better!” Did he say something so stupid to make you feel better on purpose? He really did have such an effect on you—ever since he first messed up the layout of your house and mistook your bedroom for the vault room…

You could still faithfully recollect how your heart pounded as the Babylon Rogues burst into your room and how Jet’s breathtaking poise captured your attention; right before he squawked panickedly when met face-to-face with you!

The way skeins of moonlight cascaded into your room and beguiled his handsome figure… and how you couldn’t resist explaining to the trio where the actual destination was. It’s not like you cared for the things in there anyway, instead you were riveted on the mystique and excitement in your chest.

A complacent smirk etched itself onto Jet’s expression, and he kicked himself off the fountain and stood before you. “If you’re feeling so fantastic, than, will you give me a dance on this lonesome night?” he questioned, hand sticking out to you in what you surmised was meant to be a debonair manner.

“Trying to be smooth? It doesn’t suit you,” you giggled as you slipped your hand into his, allowing him to pull you up onto your feet. He settled his other hand on your waist as you grasped his shoulder, and he nudged you closer; needing this propinquity as minimal as possible.

Jet rolled his eyes, exclaiming, “You just haven’t seen this side of me until now.”

“Hehe, alright… Show me,” you whispered, flitting your eyes shut as the world went quiet upon the two of you beginning to spin in place slowly. Jet was a terrible dancer, so there were no elaborate moves… but you liked this makeshift dance best. More than anything in the world.

#jet the hawk #jet the hawk x reader #x reader #sonic x reader #drabbles #fluff #gn reader

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dragonedged-if · 1 year

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I Apologize

So I got a heads up from a friend of mine that my Chapter 1 has a lot of errors. So I want to apologize because my computer crashed when I was uploading my game so when I reboot my computer the file got corrupted and so I had to start from scratch so before I continue on Chapter 2 I will fix Chap 1 first.

Also, of all the dialogues that can't go wrong it has to be my most favorite for Variel so I'm just gonna post the scene here for your convenience my Readers :).

Here's the part when night arrive and the convoy is setting up camp.

"No," she responds gravely before letting out a sinister chuckle. "Murder isn't something to be laughed about… Nighttime is the favorite hour for assassins and bandits to attack." You take a deep breath of relief only for it to suddenly stop as her stomach grumbles.

"Crap!" you think to yourself as your heart leaps into your throat. "Well, looks like I need to go hunting," Variel states casually while stretching her body and cracking her bones. As she twists her neck around, she adds, "Oh one more thing little mouse, can you be a dear and put my dress on my back." Before you can even begin to process what she meant, she disappears in front of you.

"Behind you little mouse," comes her disembodied voice from behind your back. You spin around yet there's still no trace of Variel anywhere until you hear her demand again: "Look down." You lower your gaze and see a large wolf staring at you with its red crimson eyes. Your heart pounds against your chest as fear takes hold.

"Please don't eat me!" you plead.

"Haha, Oh little mouse, I will not eat you." Variel chuckles. "You will not eat me?" you ask unsure. "I will not little mouse."Variel grins at you, her razor shapr canines showing. "Not yet at least." she continues and snaps her mouth at you.

You insticly take a step back away from her. "Now little mouse can you put this dress behind my back." Variel walks closer and carrying the white dress she wears earlier in her mouth.

With her mouth still open, she drops the white dress into your hands. You quickly tie it around her back, hesitating as you come close to her maw.

"So you're a wolf?" you ask tentatively, trying to make conversation.

"Yes I'm a wolf," Variel growls and licks her paw for emphasis.

Before you can take another breath she is suddenly right in front of you, looming like an ancient beast ready to strike. "Can I pet you?" you blurt out, almost certain that such a request would bring death upon yourself.

She looks down at you with a deadly glare and growls lowly, "Why?" You stammer out an explanation about how this is the first time you've seen someone shift from dragon to human to wolf and back again.

After what feels like an eternity she finally answers with a smirk on her face, "Very well but make it quick, the longer I wait the more my hunger grows."

You nervously reach out to Variel and timidly start petting her. She stays in place and allows your touch, so encouraged you press your luck further by scratching the sensitive area just behind her ears. She responds with a low rumble of pleasure as her tail begins to thump against the ground.

"Who's a good girl!" you say in an overly sweet voice.

"Watch your tongue little mouse." Variel snarls as she bares her sharp teeth.

"Meh, worth a shot." you mumble, trying to back away while keeping your eyes fixed on yours companion.

"Watch your back little mouse." Variel hisses before sprinting into the inky darkness, leaving you alone in the shadows.

So I hope you enjoyed this scenario and here's song that I use as a montage when I was writing my story again.

#Variel #Again I Apologize #I Drunk My Sorrows On Apple Juice For 3 Days And Crying #Dear Fellow Writer Friends Always Save Your Work #Spotify

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blackstarchanx3new · 9 months

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FSR Rambles revenge of the sixth

The titles are dumb.

I'm dumb.

We're all dumb and reading my cringey gay fan comic for a book that has completely taken over my life.

What are any of us doing here.

I don't even like starwars.

This chapter takes place during the "The Fall of Hyrule Castle" chapter aka chapter 2 of the manga.

And yeah there will be quite a few of these and I'll specify where they take place in the break downs. (I try to make it obvious in the comic itself but ya never know.)

Shadow is rambling evil little nonsense and gets dragged to the hell dimension which will look very familiar to us...

This is Dark Link's crib where he lives with all his Links hot chicks Does literally anybody get that reference lmfao.

Also where the four heroes are trapped for 7 years. Well when they stopped being disembodied voices anyway.

Vaati drags Shadow here though to talk.

Shadow's just a cutie pie that wants to please the dude Ganon's no doubt been hyping up as a good alley lmao.

So that's why he recognized the ol wind mage. He saw his divine face before. Vaati's been shown to having shapeshifting magic so I found it fitting he could just...Look like his old disguise.

With the context for this line given: Makes you wonder what else Shadow knows lol.

Vaati being a mentor figure is smth I've always kinda seen him as. I noticed after skimming Vaati's scenes in minishcap Still haven't fully READ it but holy shit there's so many interesting things that link back to FSA....Like uh...How Minish cap Link MAKES THE FOUR SWORD.

I noticed they basically share all their abilities. So I head cannoned Vaati taught him things.

I like Vaati as a pathetic simp who is also a terrible abusive father. COPE. HE'S MY VAATI I DO WHAT I WANT WITH HIM.

Since I've spoiled Hero's shade showing up at some point Woops if you haven't seen any of his art lmfao this also mirrors how he teaches Twilight Princess Link things.

Baby wanted to impress his new dad but new dad is a fan of tough parenting. Vaati sets his expectations high from the get go.

Again: Shadow recognized this attack because Vaati freakin' taught him it. X'D

Fool him once, shame on him. Fool him twice, now Vaati you're just an asshole-

Smth you might notice if you've read the manga a million times:

He blows the four heroes away EASILY but can't get Vaati to budge.

Vaati is powerful lmao not Shadow being weak. XD

Vaati also links his disappointment to physical pain.

Vaati just showing off his power while also making thin threats. A blatant display of who's more powerful, he reenforces Shadow's fear of the light.

Haha. The wording here might ring a bell if you know specific lines from the manga.

Who the hell made Shadow feel worthless before?

Vaati. The answer is Vaati lmfao. Ganon probs too but he's being ignored rn cause I'm unsure if I even wanna touch him tbh.

Vaati's advice comes in handy here actually in more ways than one:

Shadow could shift into one of the heroes, and cause problem.

Shift into Link and cause issues for them.

Also Vaati mentions nobody trusting Shadow how he is.

Ties back into how he shifts into Vio later in the actual manga hah.

Again Vaati veils his and Ganon's disappointment as something to fear, but gives Shadow a small reward of physical affection.

Shadow Link imo obviously craves physical affection so Vaati giving it here is just to keep him on the line of behaving how they want him too.

Shadow can't tell he's being yanked along oof.

Vaati makes his relationship with Shadow clear: Keep in my good graces, I will reward you. Make me angry or disapointed and I will hurt you.

Shadow likes to think he has SOME amount of superiority over Vaati, that they're at least equals but Vaati ain't interested in that.

Hahahha. So much for that plan buddy.

Shadow's eyes were red the entire scene because he's a demon.

I don't got a lot to add to these pages cause they're pretty self explanatory. XD

#four swords returns #Four Swords returns rambles #FSR rambles

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luigra · 1 year

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Now, Jerma is a quite masculine guy. Some people would disagree, maybe even way more people than the ones that would agree. But in the end of the day it comes down to this: he has room to grow.

It was a little unusual when he mentioned a "transition" on stream, off-handedly and so casually that the more transgender part of the audience might not have even noticed, having accepted transitioning as such a normal part of human life does that to you. Obviously though, questions and even speculation popped up nonetheless, even if it didn't catch a wide spread.

But Jerma is famously girly. A normal person wouldn't agree, your average Joe doesn't understand the nuances of this stuff, but he wears makeup. Not even in an emo way, just casually fixes his brows, contours his face - you can see it if you look for it. Some streams he puts on eyeshadow just because he can.

Nobody really asks Jerma about pronouns. I mean, everyone defaults to he/him, but for feminism's sake wouldn't it be much more reasonable to assume they/them or even she/her first? When asked about it, Jerma just laughed the question off, implying in a joke that anything goes, although nobody's really sure for certain.

They shaved their hair recently. It made for a fun stream, even if it's not the most original of all ideas, but shaving streams can always get wild. It was mesmerizing to look at the screen seeing such a bold (haha, bald) transformation, and it was then, for some reason, that my brain had the urge to call Jerma butch or even girl. Well, we all know that one post. Butch Jerma and femme jerma, a great classic.

Ome day Jerma announced they will be changing their name to something else. Well, until we didn't know what it was going to be, we still had nothing else to use but Jerma, but most people were pretty excited and ready for the change. Supportive comments overflowed.

Jack.

When announced, the name ran a chill down my spine. It was deeply terrifying. No, gotta be just a coincidence though, right? Sure, many people were going to make the obvious jokes, but... no, it was fine.

Jack kept feminizing. It was weird. The mascara highlighted her cheekbones, which honestly fit her quite well. Dresses were on the table, and wigs not out of question. Those streams have felt more like girls night than any in-person girls night that I have ever been to, if girls nights happened as the world was crumbling.

It was when Jack put on a pink wig that I felt like I hace finally gone insane. This cannot be a coincidence, and yet. Nothing truly indicated that this was a reference to another streamer, other than those conclusions I've basically drawn myself. Yes, lots of people agreed, but honestly, Jack's done more convoluted bits before.

I woke up in a dark room. Chained to a metal chair, oh, you know the deal. A screen lit up in front of me struggling, failing to break out. A disembodied voice announced:

"You are watching a stream. You need to tell which streamer you're watching or the neurotoxins will flood the room in five minutes. Good luck."

A cold sweat ran down my forehead. On the screen was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And her name was Jack Manifold. And yet, I was unable to tell which one.

#mini fiction #long post #unreality #<- probably doesn't fit?? but just in case

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egg-emperor · 9 months

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It's wierd trying to find through Tumblr search.

I saw a little bit, of mention in the posts about sage, and a little bit of ship.

But what do you think of The end?

The End is super hot literally just cus of the male voice and the degrading speech being my weakness and how purple is my fav color lol and funny to ship with Eggman like I do with all the eldritch horrors he's awakened and attempted to control XD

But I'm not really the biggest fan, not really sure how to feel. Can't say I was all too invested in Frontiers' overall plot both times I played. The way The End kept blowing up The Ancients' shit was kind of just funny to me, I had the wrong reaction abdjabfkajfgh It just feels kind of there to me I guess. The way they kinda built it up with strange flashbacks all that time just for most of the lore and whole deal with it was revealed during a long speech in a fight wasn't interesting to me.

I personally think the boss could've been a lot better too. I was very underwhelmed by it but I was especially negative the first time because my entire first gameplay experience was miserable because I was dooming and glooming thinking they ruined Eggman when they actually didn't I was so dumb haha :') But even the second time around I just felt like it needed more after all they seemed to be making it out to be. Controversial but I actually prefer all the Nega Wisp Armor reskins

All of that just didn't pique my interest and also the way it's just a big purple rock a kind of sexy one but alone makes it one of the lesser interesting villains in the series Imo. If they'd done more with it execution wise and really explored instead of it just being a disembodied voice and lasers from the sky for most of the game until it's just like hiiii :3 at the end (I know it's literally The End but still lol) just to shoot some more lasers and then get absolutely obliterated didn't really get me invested dhfjsbfksbfks

But ever since until I found out Mike did the male voice that I really didn't even hear the first time around because my TV was too quiet and then went back to listen properly and really focused on what was being said through that too with how degrading it was and asserting superiority in the way I like it got me like 😳😳😳😳🥴 and I haven't been normal about it since hehehe help me

I think the potential of what Eggman could've done with The End if he'd gotten it under his control is interesting though just like the Titans and not just for monsterfuckery I promise. I think the powers could've been utilized in fun ways and it's so unfortunate that he just sat stuck in Cyber Space wishing and not getting to do shit. I loved him saying he would've been able to handle it unlike those silly Ancients because he's built different and is a genius lol I believe him

The things they could've done together :') 🥚🟣

#don't say The End is hot for five seconds challenge epic fail #if Eggman being able to revive Sage meant he could also get access to the Ancients tech and database and Cyber Space #and be able to revive The End and maybe Titans to use as he intended would be great #the end #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #sonic frontiers #asks #opinion

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citizenoftmrrwlnd · 1 year

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i've been following for a good while and honestly i've just been imagining you as a disembodied voice (a la stanley parable narrator) that talks to me while i'm walking around tomorrowland haha

oh that's fitting! the idea of being a disembodied narrator is quite fun, like the voice-over for the people mover!

#💫paging mr morrow #💫astro chatter

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x-lordofdarkness-42069-x · 7 months

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(@friendscfmine)

Stan: "I just came here to the party for the dogs."

-> @friendscfmine

❝Jesus Christ!❞ Clyde nearly shit himself. The disembodied voice even shocked away his buzz, to his dismay. He sucked in deep, slow breaths to calm himself down. His head whipped around, tousling his messy brown hair in the process as he moved to locate the source of the sound. When his eyes landed on the startling noise's corporeal creator, his shoulders relaxed. Shew!! Just Stan. Not like... a >ghost< or something. He sighed; though his heart still fluttered unsteadily in his chest. With a heavy hand, he fanned the rosy heat of embarrassment away from his full cheeks. Fuck!– anyway, haha. Clyde looked over at the other man. ❝Dude! The dogs are so cute. Have you actually met them yet?❞ Ehh... As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he had basically volunteered himself to direct Stan toward the aforementioned pups. Which, he was more than willing! But… a second to breathe (from the clamor of the get-together, and now from his near-heart attack) would have been nice, too. Bouncing around was kind of his thing at functions like this, but the constant moving and mingling was also… exhausting. He wasn't even the host! Clyde had just found himself that quiet, little corner away from the action, too. His attempt to recharge himself before he had to go back out and start slamming shots again had utterly failed. But, hey! ->Stan<- was here, and so were some dogs!!

#friendscfmine #((clyde donovan; ama: answered))#queue; ample parking day or night

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yandere-plague · 2 years

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Hello! I'm the anon who asked for yandere! Barney Calhoun x oblivious reader. Half life 2 please! Sorry for not clarifying :D

All good haha!

Apologies if this isn't as oblivious as you wanted.

Had some ideas for a mini oneshot so enjoy!

It had been an hour, your 'recreational' time had ended.

You headed back to your block early, Civil Protection really doesn't appreciate lateness.

Some wierd guy brushed passed passed you, wearing the typical C17 blue jacket but with a striking pear of black glasses.

Glasses are rare, after all once they've broken they are gone forever.

Something heavy pushed past in the distance. A strider.

Oh, the Strider was in the WAY OF GOING BACK.

Ughhhhh fuckkkkk.

CP hung around the area, making sure nobody was sneaking off.

Not like you could run past them anyway, the normally open combine door was shut.

You swore you could hear someone walking ontop of some gratings above. Though you couldn't imagine why, or how.

After over 10 minutes the blockade finally ceased.

It may not seem like a long time but it certainly felt like it.

You averted your eyes from the obvious blood stain... Someone was killed today.

"Attention residents, miscount detected in your block..."

The disembodied female voice of the Overwatch could be heard in the background.

They really weren't that loud to be honest, but you had to listen to them.

"Report your Civil Status to Local Protection Team, immediately."

Your mind drifted to your 'roomates', as you called them, to forget that you are imprisoned in your block, one of them was a sneaky son of a bitch who stole food rations from the combine. They regularly shared it with all of you.

"Stop citizen" A Metrocop grabbed you, restraining your movement. A stun baton primed and ready to 'stun'

"No! My friend! I have to warn them!" You strained against his grasp, you needed your friend to live.

"Im sorry (y/n)."

His voice was severely filtered, though there is only one Metrocop who would know your name.

"B-Barney?"

The last words you slipped out before the baton hit your skin, electrifying you for just a second, then the comforting blackness catched up with you.

#yandere #yandere hcs #yandere imagines #yandere x you #tw yandere #yandere half-life #yandere half life

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audikatia · 1 year

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welcome to another edition of, “Ange is yelling in your asks about TRC”

- I keep thinking Kavinsky’s first name is Peter because of Peter Kavinsky from “to all the boys i’ve loved before”, which i find amusing bc they could not be more different

- “Seventeen years before, Adam had been born in a trailer. They could see it on him. He knew it.” Adam is breaking my whole heart, i love him so much

- but also?? Adam disappearing??? omfg i read this chapter at work and i was so stressed, the sentient dream woods are really doing a number on his psyche

- I! Love! Helen!! Gansey!!! “Helen very much enjoyed climbing down into other people’s lives and muddling about there with a pail and a shovel and possibly one of those old-fashioned striped bathing suits with the legs and arms.” I’m in love, I want to study her under a microscope, I want to drink wine and snark with her, idk if we see more of Helen but I’m delighted every time she shows up. 10/10 no notes

- the PILLS there’s no way this ends well, i fear for Ronan, but also??? “He just stared at Kavinsky, doing the math: One hundred white Mitsubishis. Two dozen fake IDs. Five leather bracelets. Two of us.” brb screaming

the writing in this just keeps slamming into my rib cage with the force of Ronan crashing the Pig, you were absolutely right when you said this would require my brain

Omg Peter Kavinsky and Joseph Kavinsky really could not be more different lol I literally cannot hear the name Kavinsky anywhere else without thinking "where are the sunglasses and white tank and the shitty-yet-possibly-sexy attitude that makes me feel bad for finding it shitty-yet-possibly-sexy?" This name is gone forever for me ADAM'S AGATHA-CHRISTIE-ESQUE FUGUE STATE IS NOT DISCUSSED ENOUGH. Like, girl. What the fuck is going on?? There were disembodied voices that you heard but also possibly other people heard? And you could read minds? And you walked something like 20 miles without realizing it? Girl, help.

Helen is a mythical creature that we can only truly glimpse in bits and pieces within our dreams. I want a series that's just her being ruthlessly efficient and attractive with nothing fanciful about her except her pink fingernails. 10/10 no notes.

Ronan is having arguably the worst gay crisis/Hot Girl Summer imaginable. Crashing cars, toxic fuck buddy without the fucking, pills, and a lot of weird dream math. "Two of us" is a fucking killer

Ahh, I love these haha

#ask audi #the wayward daughter

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clood · 2 years

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Hey! 3 and 25 for the fun meta asks, please? :D

hey!!!

3: a scene i want to write but it’s basically too much effort…. it’s not that these are really That Much Effort but i just don’t have the brain space rn to start a new fic BUT

a scene where leorio finds out kurapika is marrying neon would be so so so delicious. i have the whole thing in my head, where he reads the news in the paper and not from kurapika himself, and the whole mental turmoil that would come from it would be wonderful. but to do that i’d first need to have a ton of exposition from kp’s point of view about his goals and the mafia, which seems like a lot rn. and then i’d need the follow-up of leorio moving on but not really, and then i’d also need to figure out how the rest of the story plays out xD but someday!!!!

this is living in my phone notes for now, just so it’s got somewhere to be:

after the sun has set on their young friends’ adventures, reality finds leorio and kurapika in very different positions. leorio paladiknight, a young and brilliant new doctor, resigns himself to cradling his own heart when the one person he had hoped would is on the other end of a telephone wire that’s been cut in somewhere in the middle. kurapika—just kurapika, please, has dug his own deep, dark grave where he will someday lay himself among the disembodied eyes of his brethren.

it is one morning, where leorio cradles his heart in one hand and his mug of coffee in the other, where our story takes an… interesting turn.

“neon nostrade engaged to marry mysterious bodyguard,” the biggest headline reads. below it, a grainy photograph of the nostrade heiress draped clumsily over the arms of a straight-backed and stoic kurapika.

leorio has to do a double-take, a triple-take, before the letters on the page fully sink into his brain and form the proper words in the proper order.

kurapika? marrying into the nostrade family? this can’t be right.

leorio, having never quite lost his habit of calling up an old friend and having never quite accepted that he will never pick up, hits the number 1 to speed-dial the contact his cellphone provider is probably only ever moments away from manually blocking themselves.

the line rings once before the voicemail robot recites the instructions at the same time that the voice in leorio’s head does.

i’m also wanting to write another foray into the world of kurtan culture and craft, which would need A LOT of worldbuilding if i want to do it right. coupled with the idea that i have to include a more nontraditional element to this fic (that i’ll keep secret til it happens bc i think it could actually be really fun), i may not get to it anytime soon hah.

25: personally the most fun part of writing is the frantic word-vomit stage where every line you write is just pure genius and you just feel like nobody else could ever be such an incredible writer as you are in that moment. there’s something so chaotic and beautiful about that feeling xD and then it all comes crashing down during the second attempt at the fic haha but while it lasts it’s like i’m king of the world babey!!!

#ask game #thank you for this hehe so fun!!!#also it’s worth nothing that the snippet was written in the euphoric state i mention as the answer to 25 #so be gentle with it xD #my writing

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