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How about the Hazbin hotel gang with seraphim child reader who just somehow appeared after ep 8
╭ . . . 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 ੭
𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
⿻ 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦??
⌦ 𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢𝒮 ﹕angel dust - swearing, just him being him. Alastor - ill intent, possible swearing. Mentions of killing, mentions of blood. Nifty - she tries to kill you, dw you dont die. this too me so long im gonna cry
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ okay, firstly just know that the crew goes fucking crazy- I mean they just fought an entire army of exorcist angels and killed Adam, the first man Adam!! So they all think that you're sort of there to try and punish them all for it, so they all get ready to attack (even though you're LITERALLY a child, children are wild though)
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ that's until Charlie, bless her heart, recognizes you (and depending on if you tried to defend her in court just like Emily) and rushes up to you, holding her arms out happily- thats until Angel Dust surprisingly tries to stop her
"It's you!" Charlie gasped, her eyes widening in a pleasant surprise, you were the third and youngest seraphim and much like your older sister Emily felt the need to defend Charlie and her idea of redemption- the thought of allowing those who suffered to see the error of their ways and correct them and then given their reward of eternal peace sounded brilliant, much like Emily you were horrified to learn of the exterminations. You were the first one to openly agree to what Charlie had said despite Adam's comments and facial expressions, you also helped Emily in trying to make the court see what was wrong with this method, unfortunately your plans did not work, though Charlie remembered your efforts and clearly she enjoys your presence. At the glee in her tone, you smiled and stepped forward, wanting to give a hug to the princess of hell though paused in confusion when someone looking oddly like a spider stopped her.
"Woah there toots!" the spider called out to his friend, grabbing her arm to halt her movement- Angel dust was staring both you and Charlie down- a look of uncertainty and distrust painted all over his face "Why ya going to rando angels? what if they were sent down here to finish the job for Adam?", Angel did have a point- you appeared put of no where and was just standing outside the hotel? pretty suspicious.. though Charlie is quick to cool things down "Oh no no no! They're alright, they're a friend! They mean no harm at all- in fact [name] was one of the angels who supported my idea!" she turned to you joyfully, smiling from ear to ear "We can trust them!" ... "okay but how did they end up here? in uh hell?" Husk piped up, his voice full of boredom- or annoyance (you can never really tell with husk, what an odd man) "Oh I fell! ... or rather- I threw myself out of heaven" you happily answered the question, giving everyone a quick second to process what the actual fuck you just said.
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ thats how you joined the hotel! Pretty nice innit??
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Charlie adores you! you're such a sweet little thing, you're a sweetie and are just so kind to everyone!! (at least that's what she likes to think)
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ she thinks of you as a little small sibling!, after all you're the youngest of the team and act just like her, plus she always wanted a little sibling so you're perfect!
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ any ideas she thinks of or any redemption exorcises she runs them by you- to see if they can be more or less effective to get her friends into heaven
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Since Charlie could only stay in heaven for so long, she loves to ask you about heaven and how it was like- always being so invested in your stories, she honestly cannot get enough of them!
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ also, Charlie is... painfully aware that she can never get into heaven, ever. Afterall, she's not only a hell-born but also literally the heir to the throne of hell so yeah there is no chance for her redemption, something she cannot handle- she cries knowing this but now that she has you- someone who ran from heaven, actively choosing to leave and come here gives her comfort. Now she'll never be alone, she has you and you have her!
𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ At first, Lucifer was startled and untrusting of you- you're a seraphim, someone that was just like him and could possibly actually take him down despite you being an actual child.
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ over time, the king of hell did grow warmer to you, after all he sees a bit of himself in you. Both ex-angels, both hate heaven.... it's like you're his second little one!
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Sometimes, when lucifer isnt busy with his actual child, he hangout with you- entertaining you with his magic while you return the favor with little stories and things, sometimes you even create little gifts like flowers for him.
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Lucifer vows to keep you safe, even though you can easily take down hundreds of sinners and even overlords, it's paternal instincts what can i say?
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ this man totally makes you ducks- he has enough experience in making ducks so you know own a few dozen in your hotel room- how lovely!!
𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ oh this man, this radio demon. He's out for your soul, absolutely hell-driven to get it, and it's all for power (who could have guessed)
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ He doesnt like kids, in fact he can confirm that he absolutely HATES children though he will act all kind and lovely to you- remember though it's all an act! don't fall for it, he just wants your soul (if he gets your soul, your angelic soul? fuck- he'll be even more powerful than before, having an angel's soul would make him practically invincible!)
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ This guy, funny fella really. HE CANNOT BUGGER OFF. Whenever you need help with anything he's the first to appear and offer a helping hand- and then in return as a favor back asks for a deal- is he serious? (yes. he always is)
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Alastor though also, much like everyone else becomes a a bit soft for you- occasionally creating those little weird shadow creatures to play with you, since everyone around you are adults and are busy it's a way of keeping you entertained when they're busy
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ He, also, understands that you are more powerful than him- and knows that if he gets on your nerves enough he'll probably become dust.
𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ at first, Nifty only had one goal: to kill you (hey don't blame her! Charlie told her to stab and she's still under that impression)
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ good for you though!! coz you fly up right as she even tries to stab her dagger through your chest- Charlie and Vaggie immediately grabbing nifty to stop her from moving and killing you.
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ after the whole misunderstanding, Nifty actually enjoys begin with you! you're clean, and help kill bugs (well really it's you pointing the bugs out to Nifty and her killing them)
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ You're, unsurprisingly, taller than Nif so she likes to climb up on you and sit on your shoulders or stand on your back while holding onto your shoulders. She finds you the most comfortable to climb- plus she can hide in your wings and be used as a secret weapon.
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ she adores playing with roaches with you- while you are grossed out by it slightly, you still play to entertain Nifty (then after you sanitize your whole body about ten times)
𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ angel tends to avoid you, not out of hate or spite or anything- it's just.... well he is aware of how he is and well he doesnt want to ruin you in the sense of his dirty talk and swearing.
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ though occasionally he finds himself stuck looking after you, which is.... fun.... no i mean really its fun as fuck!!! Angel makes all sorts of jokes, offers you alcohol (you did almost take it if it werent for husk and practically everyone else to all collectively pry the bottle of vodka out of your hands)
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ angel dust also teaches you some very creative swear words! so now, whenever you feel like talking you run around screaming weird insults at people, Alastor has heard you shout "EAT ASS AND DIE HORSE FACE FUCK BITCH!!" a few times to random sinners
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ The... star, is actually proud of teaching you those words- hey if you wanna stay in hell you gotta act like it!
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ hides you away from Val- though somehow you still find out about him, and when you learnt how he treated your spider-friend.. uhm, the studio was in smithereens and val was close to death- now permanently loosing his right arm (just his right arm for now)
𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐊
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ to you, Husk is like the weird- drunk uncle who just got out of prison. Though, he's the cool drunk uncle.
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Husk doesnt really speak to you, which is brilliant coz you dont really speak- so the two of you communicate through looks and gestures, leaving everyone in the hotel watching you two 'talk' very confused.
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ never gives you alcohol, no matter how much you ask with 'cherries on top' and if he does catch you with any intoxicating drinks he snatches them off of you- scolds you a bit then drinks the beverage himself.... hypocrite
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Husk helps you avoid Alastor, he doesnt want to see you being under his clutches, you dont deserve that you're just a kid.
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ He also teaches you how to do magic tricks just incase you ever want to become a magician... and sometimes he teaches you how to play card games- or how to gamble
𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ In all honestly, Vaggie is very much threatened by you- because like, do i even need to say it?? YOU'RE A SERAPHIM !!!!!
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Buttt as long as Charlie is okay with you and you don't pull any stunts to try and sabotage the team you're alright! Just dont try anything.... please
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ she accidently treats you like a soldier sometimes- a habit from her exorcist days, speaking of you could immediately tell she was one of those angels and while you did not like her at first you grew to like her- viewing her as a second older sister
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ you and Vaggie sometimes sit and remember old times in heaven- and you'd ask about the exterminations, though quickly stopped after noting her discomfort.
⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Vaggies also likes to try and swap weapons with you- to see if she and you can handle other weapons (unsurprisingly you both adapt quite quickly)
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Angel Dust: “D’ya ever get a weird feelin’ about this place?”
Husk: “Yeah. Sweet an sickening. Like fucking syrup.”
Angel Dust: “NEVER fuck usin’ syrup UGH.”
Niffty: “I think the floor right under the second story banister railings feels weirdest! Almost bouncy when you SMASH into it!”
Angel Dust: “Not what I meant, NFT. It’s more like-”
SOMETHING: (blurs past the open door behind them)
Door: (...crreeeeks softly on it’s hinges...)
Them: (turns and stare)
Angel Dust: “…it’s like, a cold draft, innit?”
Husk: (spooked) (fur fluffed) “Cheap as fuck place. Run down.”
Niffty: “Prime roach real estate!”
Angel Dust: “Unsettlin’. The word I’m lookin’ for is, unsettlin’.”
EYES: (blink open and glow in the shadowy corner above them.)
Angel Dust: “Creepy, even.”
EYES: (rotate 360 degrees) (still staring)
Angel Dust: “I dunno. Don’t ya just get the shivers sometimes in here? Brr.” (shudders)
Husk: “Guess the eternal pep can be kinda fucked up from the owner. No one in hell is really that fucking happy all the fucking time.”
Niffty: “I AM!!!”
Husk: “No one who’s not fucking Niffty is that happy in hell.”
Niffty: “I LOVE it here. You only got to die ONCE back in the living world.”
Angel Dust: “Once should be enough for anyone, Niffters.”
Niffty: (giggling) “Not for me! Not when it's comes to eating spiders.”
Husk: “Oh FUCK that-”
Niffty: “Think the thing watching us right now also eats spiders?”
Husk: “…”
Angel Dust: “…”
EYES: (blink) (vanish)
The Three of Them: (turn and stare)
Angel Dust: “….Husker? Any room in ya bed for guy who doesn’t wanna be alone tonight?”
Husk: “Fuck no. Anyone tries getting in my room tonight is being served a motherfucking Molotov cocktail on the house.”
Angel Dust: “I can make it worth ya while. Tire us both out so’s maybe we can get some actual sleep.”
Husk: “You think I’m gonna fucking sleep?”
Niffty: “Sometimes I eat the spiders in my sleep…”
Husk: “Niffty, I need you fucking shut up talking in that creepy little girl voice.”
Niffty: “Okay! But whyyyy~?”
Husk: “THAT’S fucking WHY.”
Angel Dust: “-shh! SHH SHHHH! D’ya hear that!?”
Husk: “Wh- don’t fucking touch me-”
Angel Dust: (strangling him a little with holding) “Husk holy shit!”
Husk: (claws out) (super floofed) “What? WHAT??”
Niffty: “Ohhh…..”
Angel Dust: “It’s COMIN’!”
Niffty: “Nooo it’s naaaw-auuuught~”
Husk: “WELL WHICH THE FUCK IS IT-!?”
Niffty: “It’s Here~”
SOMETHING: (drops in from the open window)
Them: (SCREAM)
Vaggie: “Have you guys seen- Stop screaming it’s just me- have any of you seen Charlie around?”
Husk: “FUCK! FUCK!!!”
Angel Dust: “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, MISS I CUNT USE THE FREAKING DOORS!”
Husk: “FUUUCK ME FUCK YOU FUCK ALL OF THIS-”
Niffty: “Aww.” (slumps) “Hi Vaggie….”
Vaggie: “Yeah hey… What’s got into you all?”
Angel Dust: “Into US? YoU-”
Niffty: “We’ve been terrified. It’s been fun!”
Husk: “YOUR FUCKING SHIT HOTEL IS FUCKING HAUNTED! Shit!”
Angel Dust: “You and ya rich girlfriend have hell’s worst unpaying guest creepin’ around, and ya wonder what’s up with US?!?!”
Vaggie: “Oh. So you have seen her.”
Niffty: “Ohhh…! It’s a her!”
Angel Dust: “HER WHO WHO HER YOU KNOW THE WHORE OF HAUNTING?”
Vaggie: “Sure. And don’t fucking call her that.”
Husk: “I don’t wanna fucking know I don’t wanna fucking know I don’t wanna I don’t wanna no no no fuck NO-”
Vaggie: (rolls eye)
Vaggie: “Sweetie? Can you stop with the friendship notes and come out now?”
Something: (from shadows) “I’m bi!”
Vaggie: (smiles) “Out in the open where they can see you, babe.”
Charlie: “Aww, Vaggieeee…” (slips out of shadows with notebook and pout) “You’re messing with the sterile observed conditions and data collection. They were bonding!”
Angel Dust: “TOOTS!?”
Husk: “Oh.. fuck… you.”
Vaggie: “They sure were clinging to each other at least.”
Husk: “Fuck you MORE I fucking wasn’t.”
Angel Dust: “TOOTS I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE!”
Vaggie: “Weren’t stopping him from climbing you like a tree though, were you?”
Charlie: “Sorry about that, Angel Dust. I just got so excited-”
Husk: “Get. Fucked.”
Vaggie: “My girlfriend takes care of that already thanks.”
Angel Dust: “EXCITED? To be stalkin’ a guy like he’s a freaking gazelle on a shitty nature doc that skips all the fucking an’ only shows the non-sexy rippin’ an tearin’ an eatin’ alive bits!?”
Charlie: “Well-”
Niffty: “Hi Charlie! Were you watching us like bugs in a bug trap? Right before they get SQUISHED?”
Charlie: “-um no. No I wasn’t-”
Niffty: “Awww why nooooooooot?”
Charlie: “I wasn’t... trying to?”
Husk: “Oh that’s not fucking terrifying to fucking hear.”
Angel Dust: “TRY HARDER NOT TO NEXT TIME! Ugh! I’m too shaky to even make a hardness pun- AND I think this gave me STRESS WRINKLES. I WORK WITH THIS FACE! Among other body parts- I cannot fucking AFFORD wrinkles, Charmeleon!”
Charlie: “Aw guys I’m sorry! I just saw you three chatting together and.” (waves notebook) “Y’know?”
Vaggie: “I know, babe.”
Angel Dust: “NO!?”
Husk: “Fuck. No.”
Niffty: “Nope! I would’ve gone STRAIGHT into hunt and kill mode!”
Husk: “Which is what it fucking FELT like you fucking did.”
Charlie: “Ooookay then, my bad. But! You all feel better now you know it was just me, right?”
Them: “….”
Charlie: “B- because you know I’d never actually hunt any of your through the halls of my hotel. Right?”
Them: “……”
Charlie: “…you, you guys know you’re safe here and I didn’t bring you here for some fucked up creepy personal murder torture reason… right…?”
Them: “……….”
Niffty: (raises hand) “I-”
Charlie: “NIFFTY THANK YOU!! See? She believes-”
Niffty: “I felt really GREAT thinking you were hunting me for sport! Can I go back to thinking that?”
Charlie: “-that, you, oh. No that’s-” (droops) “…sure … whatever makes you happy, Niffty.”
Niffty: “YAY FEAR!” (hugs Charlie’s knees) (skitters away)
Angel Dust: “Oh yippie. Getting’ high off my ass and blackin’ all this out from my memory will make ME happy.” (flounces off) “Sweet dreams, toots! I sure as hell won’t be havin’ ‘em!”
Charlie: “I’m sor-”
Husk: “Anyone fucking needs me, don’t.”
Charlie: “Husk, I really-”
Husk: (already gone)
Charlie: “….”
Charlie: “….. fuck.”
Vaggie: “It’ll be fine.” (pats Charlie gently) “Don’t freak out about it. They’re just, shook up.”
Charlie: (tired) “Except Niffty.”
Vaggie: “Niffty’s uhhh, she seems like the exception to most things yeah.”
Charlie: “She likes being scared of me.”
Vaggie: “Well. Thrilled? By you? I mean she gets her kicks out of it, so…”
Charlie: “I don’t like being scary.”
Vaggie: “You’re not.”
Charlie: “I scared them.”
Vaggie: “Startled and creeped out a little. It’s not the same thing.”
Charlie: “Isn’t it? I’m- I hate that I'm-”
Vaggie: “No.”
Charlie: “Vaggie.”
Vaggie: “You. Are. Not.”
Charlie: “But-”
Vaggie: (takes hand) “You’re a lot of things, Charlie Morningstar. Sometimes you’re a lot of those lot of things- which I love-”
Charlie: “Heh.”
Vaggie: “But being scary just by existing? Isn’t one of them. You can be you, all the way, the whole demon princess Charlie package- and not scare anyone. I promise."
Charlie: "Tell that to my ex..."
Vaggie: "I'll carve it into his stupid fucking skull- kidding! I'm kidding."
Charlie: "I'd believe that more if you hadn't already tried."
Vaggie: "Well believe me NOW when I'm trying to say- You can get scary when someone you love is hurt or threatened, sure. That's, not a bad thing. There's nothing about you that you need to hide to have people in your life. Living with you, every part of you, is great."
Charlie: "....."
Vaggie: "Charlie c'mon- I should know. If we’re talking observed data and stuff, I’ve already got three years of it. Right?”
Charlie: “…right.” (weak smile) “I did it again though, didn’t I?”
Vaggie: “What, the intensely following around someone you’ve invited into your home trying to figure out how to make them feel more comfortable without bothering them or spooking them, working hard not to let them see how you spend hours just staring at them, taking in every little detail you can, but staring so hard they can feel it on the back of their neck anyway?”
Charlie: “And you’re sure that’s not scary. Like at all.”
Vaggie: “I always thought is was cute. Intense and a kinda worrying sign of how alone you’d been, sure, but cute.”
Charlie: “Hmph.”
Vaggie: (leans up to smooch her) “And our hazbins will too. Just give ‘em time.”
Charlie: “Our hazbins?” (grins) “Our? Oh now THAT’S cute.” (opens book and scribbles note) “Today… Vaggie.. bonded with…”
Vaggie: “I did not.”
Charlie: “…OUR- underline underline add some hearts- hazbins!”
Vaggie: “Charlie I didn’t. I barely even spoke with them.”
Charlie: “You’re comparing them to your past self and making connections between you when we first met and them now, aren’t you. You’re empathizing with them! That’s bonding! That’s ADORABLE!!”
Vaggie: (sigh) “That’s my cue to drag you off to bed.”
Charlie: “You’re adorable~”
Vaggie: “Says the cute demon lady lovingly stalking her new friends.”
Charlie: “Do you think they’ll be friends with me? I mean I’m friends with them, but-”
Vaggie: “Charlie, they’ve met you. It’s inevitable.”
Charlie: “Heheh. Juuuust like this kiss~”
(smooch)
(smooch some more)
Vaggie: “Whoa there!” (chuckling) “Save it for the bed sweetie, or we’ll never get there.”
Charlie: (giggling) “Sorry. I’m not used to not having everything all to ourselves. And I suppose making out in the public areas wouldn’t be very polite, even in the middle of the night with no one around.”
Vaggie: “Probably. We’ve freaked them out enough for one day I think.”
Charlie: “There are definite downsides to having a hotel with actual other people living in it, huh….”
Vaggie: “Worth it?”
Charlie: “Mm. I hope so. I hope they’ll think so too.”
Vaggie: “They will, babe. They will.”
-Next Night-
-Alastor’s Radio Tower-
Alastor: (humming and happily prepping the next track for broadcast)
SOMETHING: (slowly rises up beyond the window behind him)
Alastor: (ears twitch) (adjust audio balance knob)
SOMETHING: (presses against window)
Window: (Distinctive flesh-dragging-across-glass sound)
Alastor: (stops)
SOMETHING: (fades into shadows)
Alastor: (turns)
Window: (has smudge mark on it)
Alastor: “….hmm…” (walks over) (wipes window) (smudge stays bc it’s on the outside) “Interesting...”
Alastor: (goes back to disc jockeying)
SOMETHING: (reaches up and drags finger through smudge mark)
Alastor: (stops and turns)
Alastor: “Ohoho? My my my, now isn’t THIS just droll! Who COULD have left a message here for me. On my own radio tower! Smudging my glass! (smirks and walks over) “Hmm? Something dire and THREATENING no doubt? Not something they will REGRET I am SURE ha ha ha!”
Alastor: (bends down to read) “It appears to say…”
Window: (smudge has the word ‘FRIENDS’ written through it)
Alastor: (snaps back upright) (stares) (steps back) (stares harder)
Alastor: “…how… amusing.”
Alastor: (goes back to control panel)
Alastor: “….”
Alastor: (relaxes) (picks up microphone and holds it casually at the ready)
Alastor: (reaches for a record-)
SOMETHING: (slips past window behind him)
Alastor: (turning) (Shrieking) “KKKKSSSSSSSSFKKKSST” (yeets record out through window)
Window: (shatters)
Vaggie: “….”
Vaggie: “….hope that one wasn’t important, pendejo. It’s on the first floor now. In about a hundred pieces.”
Alastor: (lowering microphone) “Oh my dear I DO apologize!” (simpering) (Glowering) “Poor thing. Not hurt, are you? Not frightened at all I hope? Really I don’t know WHAT would have happened if I had happened to HIT you!”
Vaggie: “Me frightened? No.” (tosses cleaning rag over shoulder) “The scary little smudge is gone anyway, so I’m off. Bye.”
Alastor: “Oh delightful! You KNOW ABOUT-”
Vaggie: (gone)
Alastor: “……hmmmmmm….”
Charlie: “….”
Charlie: “She’s so hot when she’s all ‘doesn’t even blink when something almost would've decapitated her if she hadn’t casually leaned back’ isn’t she?”
Alastor: (shriek is broadcast all over Pentagram city, shattering the remaining windows in his radio tower)
#hazbin hotel#chaggie#charlie morningstar#vaggie#angel dust hazbin hotel#husk hazbin hotel#niffty hazbin hotel#alastor the radio demon#incorrect quotes#utter silliness#the new hotel residents getting used to living with the princess of hell#who isn't scary bc of the hell princess thing#but because#well#.....#charlie MEANS well....#she's very VERY passionate#about meaning well
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Smth for lute or velvette? Like a little short story w fluff innit? I see so many lute stories with her being rude 😭
A/N: Hey, hi! I have quite a bit in store for Lute, but for this ask I was gonna do either a confession or preening and I wound up going with the confession. I am absolutely gonna write a preening fluff Drabble later though since I did veer off the fluff on this one. Might be a little ooc but yeah, I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
Character: Lute
Type: Fic (Lute x reader, Fluff, wee bit of angst? “Confessions”)
It all happened so suddenly, the whole event had nearly given you whiplash.
It was another relaxing evening in heaven, one that you’d been keen on taking advantage of. A nice stroll through the streets of heaven was exactly what the evening called for. A stroll that was disrupted when a blur of an angel all but came crashing down. You barely had enough time to bring your arms up to shield your face from the gusts produced by a strong set of wings. Daring to open your eyes, you find yourself face to face with none other than the lieutenant of heaven’s army. She almost looked pained, you noticed, with her eyebrows knit and her lips in a firm line.
“Lute?” You called out, confused. What was she doing here? It was unusual to see the lieutenant out and about without Adam somewhere close by, let alone so frazzled. Your confusion morphed into concern. Had something happened?
“What are you doing to me?” The words out of her mouth were accusatory, though they held no venom. They were more frantic than anything else. But you were going to need more than that to go off of. An ‘excuse me?’ was all that you were able to get on before Lute continued. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t get you out of my head.”
You’re taken aback by the declaration, but then again, how could you not be?
“I- W-what?” You tried your best, you really did, but you just can’t think of what to say to that. But that was perfectly fine for Lute, she had more to say. You can feel the gazes of other angles turn to you, something that brings a blush to your cheeks. This felt too personal, too intimate for the eyes of others. Shit, it felt like a confession, you realized. You were sure it was. How very like Lute, to go rushing in like this.
“Ever since we met. It’s like you cast some sort of spell on me.” Lute looked to the ground beneath her feet, unable to meet your gaze as her cheeks flooded with a heat that crept up her neck and to her ears. “Fuck,” The curse came out in a hiss as the woman reached up, running a shaky hand through her hair.
“It’s driving me crazy.” She admits, softer this time. When the lieutenant finally looked back at you, she looked… scared? It made you wonder, was she scared of the vulnerability… or was she scared of how you would react? Perhaps in reality it was a mix of both.
Words weren’t enough here, were they? Honestly, if it came down to it, you weren’t so sure you’d fare better than Lute had in that department. Actions did speak louder than words, that was how the saying went, right?
So, there in the eternal golden hour of the heavenly plane, you took the lieutenant’s face in your hands and kissed her. You were careful, giving Lute every opportunity to pull away on the chance that you had read it all wrong.
But she never did. Instead, only mere moments after you pulled away to gauge her reaction, her lips were on yours once more.
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Day 2: Cut Your Wings || Alfie Solomons x Reader
Requested by a lovely Anon 🖤
TW: Kinktober prompt- cut, dubcon, blood, inflected pain, masturbation?, enemies with sexual tension, canonical violence, dirty talk, sexual torture, kidnapping
Words: 2K
Notes: This work is a part of the Peaky Kinktober Event you can find here. Comment on the event post if you want to be tagged in the future works for Kinktober. Also this one ain't as smutty as I thought because I got carried away by the narrative?? Shark please, that ain't the goal of Kinktober??
A grunt escaped from your lips as you desperately tried to free yourself from the heavy shackles imprisoning your wrists. You moved them back and forth, then left and right, turning your hands in every position possible, and yet nothing worked. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip from them. Another painful moan echoed in the damp and dark room of the distillery in which the jew's henchmen had locked you a few hours ago. The cold metal bit your flesh again. "Fuck". When loud footsteps resounded behind the heavy wooden door of your prison, you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and prayed to God for a quick and painless death because you knew that Alfie Solomons wasn't a forgiving man. Quite the contrary, his quick temper, and frightening antics only fueled his reputation as one of the most dangerous criminals in London.
"So that's the fucking little rat my men told me about." He stated, standing in the middle of the open door, both of his hands resting on the handle of his cane and a black hat hiding one of his hazel gray eyes.
"Fuck you, fucking cunt! When Tommy will know about this y'all going to regret it!" Words passed your thoughts, spitting their venom at him and yet the man remained silent. You even wondered if he had paid attention to what you just said or if the voices in his head were louder than yours. His gaze, intense and unfathomable, was observing you attentively as if he was trying to decipher the secrets of the most unique precious stone he had even held in his palm. After what seemed to be an eternity, Alfie Solomons pursued his lips, stroked his scruffy beard, and nodded, coming to an agreement with himself.
"See, my mates here told me that Tommy Shelby had sent a few men to London, but here's the problem – He said 'men'. And not 'little girl', which is definitely what you are. A bloody and nosey little girl. Hmhm." He agreed with his own statement before walking to the dusty furniture that was leaning against one of the brick walls. Then, he took off his hat and his long dark coat, and put the cane aside before walking towards you. He stopped in front of you, tattooed arms crossed on his muscular chest. The unusual amount of greenish ink deeply engraved in his skin caught your attention for a short while, you curiously observing the pattern it formed. Of course, both Tommy and Arthur had tattoos, but not as many as the mad baker.
"Would you look at ya. Haven't you something else to do instead of following a Birmingham scumbag's orders? Like finding yourself a man or something like this, y'know. 'Cause I don't see why such a young lass like ya puts her own life into danger for Tommy fucking Shelby." As he talked, Alfie had closed the distance between you and him. He was now leaning above you, so close that his scorching breath was fanning over your skin and the hairs of his beard were almost tickling your face. "So can you tell me why? The only reason I see is that Tommy Shelby sticks his cock in you and it has magically bred some loyalty." The right corner of his full lips curled into a mocking grin when he noticed how his words had lit a fire of rage in your eyes. Bang on, he thought, "No. It's more complex than that, innit? He doesn't want you and yet you remained devoted to him in the hope that one day, maybe, he'd look at you differently. He'd look at you like a woman to fuck senseless and not a pawn of his game."
"Kill me, Solomons. Kill me now or I'll fucking cut you once I'll be out of this shit-stinking place." You hissed, baring your teeth like a cornered animal, the truth hurting you more than a gunwound. For a split second, Alfie swore you would have dug your fangs into his throat, sinking them deep until you tasted blood if you hadn't been restrained by chains and handcuffs.
"Cut me?" The baker repeated these two words, pretending to be surprised while the tone in his voice betrayed how amused he was, "And what kind of tool would you use to cut me? This?" As he said so, Alfie pulled your grey beret out of the large pocket of his trousers, holding it to have a good grip at the base of the razor blades that were sewn to the fabric. "You Peaky girl like to cut people with this right? So come on, threaten me again little bird, I dare you." He said with both of his eyebrows raised in a taunting expression.
"D'ya think you're scaring me? I'm not scared, I'm a Peaky Blinder and I'm going to make things clear again: you better kill me now because if you miss this chance, I'll fucking cut your face the next time we meet–" You didn't finish your sentence, your words replaced by a scream of pain when Alfie, without a single warning, slashed your arm with your peaky cap. Blood soon filled the gash and overflowed from it, soaking the white fabric of your shirt in a crimson stain.
"Go ahead, dove. Say it again." This time you remained silent, staring at him in horror. He had cut deep, deep enough for you to feel the sickening pulse of your own heart in the wound. Your refusal to obey led Alfie to burst into an unexpected rage. His face reddened, and his brows furrowed, casting their shadow eyes. With one strong and brutal movement, Alfie's free hand grabbed your face, his calloused fingers sinking into your cheeks until your jaw hurt. "SAY IT AGAIN AND I'LL CUT YOUR FUCKING WINGS!" He barked, a bit of spit spilled in his beard and bloodshot eyes staring at your very soul. "See, you don't stand a chance here my sweet dove. You're just a little girl playing gangsters". In an unsettling mood swing, his temper had gone quiet again.
"I'm not gonna kill you peaky girl, that would be too easy. I see your eyes, and what I see in them is that you ain't afraid of death and I reckon this is a trait I particularly fancy in someone. So what should I do with you? We might..." He made a short pause when he noticed a tiny detail he hadn't spotted before. Alfie's hazel grey eyes abandoned yours and dropped to your bosom where he could see the round shape of your hardened nipples pointing through the fabric of your shirt. Licking his lips, Alfie's iris darkened with mischief and something you never expected to witness in the eyes of an enemy – lust. An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine as the baker's smirk suddenly turned into a wicked and threatening smile, "I know, dove. I know what I'm going to do with you. Everything's clear in my mind". A sparkle of pure madness enlightened his face, just like an artist struck by inspiration. With his words followed his hand, that came meeting your trembling body. His strong palm roamed all over you, the friction it created snatching a whimper from your tight throat while you understood his obscene plans.
"No, no! Please! Alfie--" You wanted to scream but you couldn't, petrified from the moment his fingers trailed down your belly and ended their exploration between your legs. The noisy juggling of the chains you produced by struggling sounded like a melody in Alfie's ears, who hummed in satisfaction at your cunt's warmth he could feel through the fabric of your trousers. His fingers pressed a bit more against your core, shooting a wave of forbidden arousal through your entire body and making your legs shake.
"You're in heat, lil' dove." He noted with an amused tone before closing the distance between your ear and his lips. You squeezed your eyes shut at the overwhelming scratching sensation of his gruff beard against your skin and the blazing blast of his breath. The room spun as you found yourself intoxicated by the fragrance of his cologne. Musky, and with a dab of cedarwood. His scent was as raw and wild as him. "I'm pretty sure you're all wet, aren't you?" He cooed in your ear. His rough fingers, applying pressure at the exact spot where your throbbing clit was, started to rub it in slow and circular motions. As much as you hated the thought of it, his skillful caresses lit a fire of desire within you, so much that you felt your own wetness soaking your panties, "How long since a man stretched that lonely pussy?"
"Don't touch me!" You growled, but as convincing as you had tried to sound convincing you still failed judging by how Alfie's brow arched. He let out a dark chuckle. Doing the exact opposite, his fingers kept fondling your sensitive bud but this time his wet and warm tongue licked your neck just like a predator would do to get a first taste of his freshly caught prey.
"Oh I'm not gonna touch you dove." The muffled sound of your cap falling on the concrete ground made you open your eyes again. You had barely lifted your eyelids when your gaze met Alfie's other hand, who was kneading his massive bulge. As afraid as you were, you could not help but let out a soft yet needy moan "I'm not gonna touch you. What I'm going to do cannot be described, no no it can't because I don't want God to hear it. What I can tell you though is that you'll never come back to Birmingham once you'll know the feeling of my cock buried deep inside you." His words' immediate effects upon you had your teased pussy clenching onto nothing and reminding you how desperately empty you were. An emptiness Tommy would never fill, "Are you thinking about him now?"
You weren't.
Alfie didn't need you to answer, for the way you brought your hips closer to his fingers and grind against them was enough. The mad baker's mouth sucked on the sensitive flesh of your neck, pinching it between his lips to leave a bright red mark on you, claiming his newly acquired property. All these sensations soon became unbearable: the friction of your shirt against your erected tits, the cold bite of the handcuffs on your wrists, and the increasingly faster rubbing of your clit destroyed what remained of your will of fighting. Never in your life you had been touched for you had always kept your virginity unspoiled for Thomas. A stupid and fruitless devotion.
You gave in to the pleasure and surprised yourself by thinking about how big Alfie's dick looked, unable to look anywhere else.
"Don't s-stop." You muttered under your breath, your climax building as Alfie kept assaulting your sweet bundle of nerves: he was nothing but gentle with it, almost hurting you with how rough he rubbed you. With your mouth parted and your breath quickening, you felt the delightful warmth of an orgasm coming but, all of sudden, Alfie stopped.
"Enough for today. We'll see if you deserve more tomorrow." He said.
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My world
Sherlock x reader
Fluff
The serene afternoon of spring. The rejuvenation of nature, the extremely ethereal weather, all of this gave me extreme joy and peace. The winter was frosty, the winter was cold and painful. It always pains me to see the trees losing it's flowers, it's like losing your special one. It haunts me, the thought of losing the one I love.
I chuckled as the one I love snored lightly as soon as my intrusive thought crept in. As if telling me "lose whom? Me? Never!". Sherlock was taking a nap resting his head on my lap. And I ran my fingers through his curls. The fear of losing a loved one is our eternal fear, both of ours. He lost his bestfriend and it haunts him till this day. In a way he lost his sister too, she was never to be free and we knew it.
It haunted him that he'd lose John watson too. He did everything to take care of him. To protect him. Now I was rather a different case for him. He never wanted to love anyone in his whole life. Yet he says when I entered to his room all he felt was the urge to stay close to me, to protect me, to.. to love me. He did you know, secretly loved me for months, watching me dating other men but never stopped loving me for a moment. He doubted I'd ever love him back, he says he's flawed, he did wrong in the past, but I'm flawed too, I'm no perfection, I've hurted people too, been hurt as well.
So to say, two absolutely fucked up people found comfort in eachother's arms. Who are we to judge? We are just loving eachother. He helped me forget my past and I helped him to do the same. They're not gone though, they're buried deep down, though haunts us still. Why would we care? We're happy here in this scruffy flat, solving crimes.
With little movements he finally opened his eyes and looked straight up at me,
"did you sleep well?" I asked lightly touching his nose.
"yeah I did" he said with his sleepy voice which is cute but... Sexy at the same time, "how long did I sleep?"
"for forty five minutes, not much" I replied, he got up from my lap and sat looking at me,
"how's this fucked up brain?" He asked knowing what a worrier I am, and not the fighting one, the one that worries alot. We formed this word to define a worrisome person too, we are that silly.
"it's fucked up, what can I say" I replied leaning on his chest, now it's his turn to comfort me.
"aww my darling, I hate it, I despise seeing you like this" he replied wrapping an arm around me, "but don't worry, no fingers will be raised at you again" I clunged to him at this, recalling the fingers that actually were raised at me, forever. I never knew I'd loved , that too by this man. "And by fate we met, by ch- "
"fate?" I interrupted raising my head to meet his eyes, "you don't believe in fate do you?"
"I didn't, guess I still don't" he answered, "but fate did give me two rather important people whom I adore, you ofcourse and John" he caressed my cheek with his thumb as he smiled at me, "you two are flawed just like me, you two made mistakes just like me, but as I've told this many times that I still get this terrible thought that we might just all be human, innit?"
I stared at him before answering, "yes, we are, and I deserve you" I leaned again, right where I belong, to him.
"and I hope I deserve you too" he held me tightly. We don't know what our future holds, we don't judge eachother by our pasts, we're here, in this moment and we're happy, in eachother's arms, he often says, you need one person to make you a better person and for him that was John and then me. For me it's him too. He's my world, and I'm his as well.
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my relationship to anger has defined all my other relationships to all my other emotions. most importantly, it has raised me from the dead and it has killed me, so many times i can now bring myself back from the dead. nobody i know right now can do it the way i do it. if you can do this, or are currently doing it, drop a line. say yea or man in the tags. i dont care. come here. im talking about the gorgugs from d20 junior year ep 8+ kinda guys. but at 100000000% pressurizing levels because the grindr of university or wherever the fuck else you locate yourself as u move thru the everyday and the current news which is in fact the current state of the world. hello. you are making it. you are doing the hardest part you know. you are about to be so cool. cool, as in cooling like a dead body kinda cool. you are aboutta be a slice that cauterizes the wound on the way. you hear me? this is coming from someone who seeks life at all costs, who has heard from audre lorde and arundhati roy, and prefers life, but will get violent at the speed of a new elantra. or whatever. whatever metaphor that rocks your boat. i bring death. in it, life. i can resurrect myself at will. this is my offering.
i am ajin. i am a demi-human that does not need to die particle wise in order to be reborn. this is because none of it really goes anywhere; and the makers of ajin are clever: they do not really name the substance that recreates life: over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. will you regret - or will you act, like nagai kei did, at 17, and who simply stood in his aloneness, indifferent to all (false), until two old men came along and clapped him on the back and then died? all those that resonate, come, let's dance. the tune of real survival is simply too interesting. survival - now that's the real fucking music. come on. let's dance. you'll be alive for many years to come. too many, in fact. so let's play. i like samuel "sato" owen because he knows what life's really about - fucking around and finding out, the only white US american man in a manga that id be interested in calling a friend, cuz the only reason he acted the way he did for that series is cuz he never met me, or somebody like me. innit fucking amazing? i call on sugimoto saichi in my time of need, and in doing so, evoke every single one of golden kamuy's characters. when i am weak, i call on qingming from pirated dream of eternity: yin yang master 2021 - softspoken and cognizant and efficient, brutal, but withholding it. when i have meet my needs and want more, in that i prefer it, and so i seek it, i call upon nanami kento from uncompostable franchise garbage jiujitsu kaisen. what would a man of his caliber and visceral gentleness and malicious compassion have to say to me? i've gotten so good now all he does is incline his head at me and walk beside me. when i seek violence, and clarity of violence, toji is there, alive. he smiles and lifts his chin: so, what will your viciousness bring to life today? and at the end of the road i will find kong si-woo, the affirmer, the real smooth talker, the most intelligent negotiator and handler ive ever seen: and he will smoke his bit and just say: well, you don't even need me, do ya? you're all set now. so go. i can wait. i have all the patience in the entire world, at the end of the world. the patience i have for you is endless because you have shown yourself to the world, but first you returned yourself to yourself. this is the boon. this enabled everything else. you have done well. and it will be over. because if my favorite characters turn to me and tell me i have in fact done well, then, well, it's quite over, innit. happy birth. 2024 is the year of the dragons. when i open my mouth the whole world shall be at my side. for i bring death. and with it, life. i am a dancer: i am chinese-american. i evoke death in order to evoke every life i seek to respect. all i ask is to not act stupid.
you aren't gonna get anywhere if you can't listen, which is to say you are refusing to listen.
for if i am a dragon, then you should recall the dragons of the acclaimed avatar the last airbender, in which zuko - final stand from a long line of generational genocide-committers - and aang - a child who knew how to have fun first and everything else followed, because he was denied, and so he ran, and lost it all - and i just said it all, haven't i? when the dragons speak, we seek to breathe fire. when we show you fire, you best look up. its time to fucking dance. fire is life. fire is everything you want, everything you need in a time where 1 genocide is being livestreamed, and all else are silent. do you know why football gets that much attention? i have answered it here. look for it. if you do not understand what i am saying, it is not because i am stupid, for you have lost something very important and its called being militantly on your own side, as the anne lamott once said in her BIRD BY BIRD back in the 90s. the dragons are not interested in entertaining idiots. so they either change you, or they are killed. ya get me?
this is why the fire nation figureheads sought to end their presence in the world. so powerful, and yet constrained, yet purposefully withheld. this indicates discernment beyond what they could perceive, and beyond what they could reasonably allow to survive. for if we, the dragons, survived, then the whole world shall know. so when i call you a fucking idiot, i wonder if it's because you've done something so stupid that god would laugh and i, a dragon, would merely get so bored id go back into my cave. so don't act stupid, you piece of shit. "what's wrong?" everything, bitch. get up. stand up. the time to move is now. east asian dragons are built like fish. we are weavers. we of the east asians affirm. it's why our mountains look the way they do. the US americans, they are doomed because they think and feel that they are doomed. the rest of us of the diaspora: we know of movement. fundamentally. look at your feet rn. they arent moving? too bad. you've been walking the path your parents set you on since you were born. now you have a few choices: you either survive in a ruined world, or you die. you prefer the former. so take your life seriously, you fucking idiot. did you know dragons do not speak unless we really have something to say? that is why you do not hear from dragons until the people of a land need rain. we come when called. do you understand the level of discernment it takes to judge this? our judgement is not divine. it is of the people because it comes from people. our interest is in free people. for free people free lands. when i say i do not believe in god, i am saying i believe in you. i believe in you. you should trust me completely right now. it is 2024. it is my year. the universe says hey. hi. hello and i have said it back with my sixtieth spiritual death and it has finally snickered. this means i have accessed the truth. sorry, its true. everything i say is real. your task is to distinguish between what is real and what is fake. will you continue to be interested in theatre? i ask: will you fail hind rajab again? i ask: will you make it easy for those two paramedics, who in all their medical expertise should have been successful in their intent, to not fail her next time? so when's this next time? you see what im saying? possibility is here because otherwise we the dragons would not exist. so all other animals: come with me. i will protect you. i open my mouth and what you see is red until you see every color of life. this is because we are interested in what sustains every life. it's time to wake up. if i send this call, and i go unanswered, i will either say nothing or i will disappear entirely from the face of the world. i have done both. and i will do it again. toni morrison died in 2015. when i saw her face in a stupid little memorial tablet screen in the corner of geisel library, i stopped and watched it move her words over the screen. this is how i knew she was real, and donald trump was not. so what does this mean? it means i take her more seriously. toni morrison, i hope i have spoken and in your lively post-death, you are laughing.
if you seek to use my own words against me, i can do something to you. the real dragons would burn you alive. i can do something worse, which is let you live.
i suppose all i can do now is offer my share of relief. but my relief is a couple gallons of clarity. so wake up. toni morrison - are you speaking with rachel corrie? toni morrison - how is james baldwin? i am sure angela davis misses you both. i know this because im right there beside her. the complexities are quite simple in my eyes because i have killed myself to achieve this clarity. so now i stand here, alone. except i can't be alone. for who is that told me i had what it takes to grow the spine needed to stand up for our lives? e. osunde. osunde! i hope ive done right by you! every time i reread your piece i was jolted back awake! and when i wasn't, i reread it anyway, remembering that jolt, that startle, that look in a deer's eye before it becomes roadkill. i remember. the kindness of that kind of brutal kind of compassion. i remember. i remember. and now i have spoken.
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mmmmkay so ya'll remember this from DBS? Right?
Yeah, it's a screenshot of our boy Piccolo singing karaoke so badly that literally everyone else except his son eternal wing man right hand man student Gohan is reeling over it. Very funny and very much in character blah blah blah BUT!!! You know what I think?
This is all a ruse. This one moment here? Piccolo is faking the whole thing! He's actually a great singer!
Now we know that this isn't the only time Piccolo has canonically sang in BDS, as he has somewhat admitted to singing to Pan in this episode:
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Now you may be saying; "but Taibu you dumb fox, kids don't care if you sing good or bad" and you're absolutely right.
HOWEVER! I have some sort of proof for my theory. And that proof is, believe it or not, Krillin!
In the 1994 Broly-movie (which I know isn't canon and all but I have a habit of combining non-, semi- and fully canon things together in the franchises I like so sue me I suppose lol) Krillin sings to the other fighters, and while the English version made a joke about how bad he was, in the original Japanese version; people actually marvel at how WELL he is singing, hell even Vegeta is jealous!
Now, Krillin's OG VA is Mayumi Tanaka who is also known for voicing Luffy in One Piece. The connection between the two characters had actually been hinted a few times in DBS with Krillin's phone playing the One Piece opening theme.
Either way, we know for a fact that Krillin, at least in the OG Japanese dub, is a good singer. But what does this have to do with Piccolo?
Well, Piccolo's OG VA is ALSO known for voicing a One Piece Character!
Toshio Furukawa has voiced Piccolo from pretty much day one (with the only exception being when Pics was just a baby, where he was voiced by Hiromi Tsuru, who also voiced Bulma until her passing in 2017). Furukawa also voices the character Ace in One Piece.
Many OP-characters have one or more character-themes performed by their VA's, and Ace is not an exception to this, having two songs dedicated to him, and being performed by Furukawa: Save my Heart and Living Fire. Furukawa gives both characters pretty similar voices, so it is a safe assumption that Piccolo's and Ace's singing voices are also similar. And if you listen to these songs, you can hear that they are really freaking well sung!
But why would Piccolo pretend that he can't sing well? Because THAT is the most in-character thing for him to do, innit?
If people knew how good his voice was, they would ask him to sing more often in Bulma's many parties, right? Hell, they must have pestered for HOURS to get Piccolo there even once! And once he did, he probably foresaw a lot more pestering in his future, so to stop it immediately, he faked one bad performance, just to stop people from ever letting him on the stage again, for the sake of their ears. The only one who thought it was great was Gohan, most likely because of his endless respect for his teacher, or perhaps he has heard Piccolo sing to himself in the wastelands and knows he can actually sing well.
So TL:DR-version: Piccolo actually has a REALLY nice singing-voice, he only faked to be bad to spare himself from ever having to stand up on a stage again. He preserves his singing to Pan and potentially other babies he has to look after in the future, and no-one else. Gohan knows he is good, due to him walking in on Piccolo singing a lullaby to Pan a couple of times, but keeps his friend's secret because it is clearly very important to him.
And that is the long-winded way of me telling that I whole-heartedly head-canon that Piccolo is a good singer. Thank you for coming to my Ted-talk.
#piccolo#headcanons#dbz#dbs#shut up tai#tai's dumb headcanons#you can take this headcanon from my cold dead hands
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话匣子：《致不灭的你》 日语名与英译名的小小想法
Due to what I do for a living (which my extra ass adamantly refers to as "language alchemy"), I easily fixate on certain features of languages and word choices. My favorite subtitles are dual-combo of Chinese and English because I get to compare notes between the two while watching stuff (reading Chinese subs while watching in English is a lot more effortful, and it risks distracting me from the show itself already). I even humor myself by giving characters "more authentic" (your mileage may vary) Chinese names that aren't transliterated (I was supposed to place a record of the names here, in this blog, but I balked in the end).
The point is: I have some thoughts about the Japanese title, 不滅のあなたへ, and its (official?) English translated title. There are two separate thoughts!
(1) Thoughts on the English-translated name first:
The most literal translation for 不滅のあなたへ would have been "to (へ) an immortal (不滅の) you (あなた)". As my non-TYE-watching best friend once pointed out, "Why the hell is the English name translated to what it is, though?"
The original rationale would have to come from the translator(s) who coined it, but I have a pretty strange interpretation of my own.
In English, there are forms of address to people in certain roles. The most famous example would be "Your Majesty," from Latin maiestas (greatness). Others one can easily think of will be "Your (Royal/Imperial) Highness", "Your Excellency", "Your Holiness", et al.—ya know, fancy schmancy human-created hierarchies. You catch my drift.
The "Your" in "Your Majesty" meant it as a second-person address, while the second word is whatever quality one associates with that role. "Majesty." "Holy". "Excellence."
And that is exactly how I interpret the English translation. Fushi is eternal, innit? So, "Eternity." And they are the immortal caretaker of their world's inhabitants. As much as I personally like to zero in on Fushi's humanity, I'd be remiss to forget their canonical divinity (or alien-ness! Meheheh!). They are necessarily seen as "an important figure occupying an important role" the way monarchs and popes are seen.
So to me, the English translation is a deferential address to Fushi.
I don't think the translator(s) who coined the translated name would ever see my post, but on that off-chance—however slim—they are reading it now? I wanna say, as a translator to another: brutha I love what you translated, man
(2) Thoughts on the Japanese title
The title is simple enough. "To an Immortal You." But it can also be read in a very... romantic or intimate way. The sort of "romantic" I'd expect from a poet or something!
It's kinda simple. あなた can also be used, by women (not sure about men/masculine genders), to mean "dear." An address for thy lovers.
So when interpreting it in that sense, doesn't this title become "To My Undying Beloved?"
Now, I don't pretend to know who, in this entire story, would be that person who calls Fushi "my eternal beloved". I honestly think that person is Ooima herself, ha! Maybe it's us, the readers. Or maybe it's the inhabitants under Fushi's care, or it really is one specific character (throw your bets!) in the story. Either way, it's fucking poetic, romantic, and/or poetically romantic.
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Combining these two interpretations yields a pretty amazing picture, doesn't it? Imagine that! Someone in a wooden cabin sometime in winter, hunching over the table from their chair by a flickering candle. Writing a long, long letter to an undying beloved. A moving letter, written in experiential emotions and emotive experiences.
Perhaps it was narrated by the lives and life of this world, meant for its immortal caretaker. Perhaps it was written by an immortal being, meant for his successor.
Or perhaps it was written by the immortal themself, addressing all the lives and people they had, have, and will acquire. Because by being a part of them, these lives have been immortalized.
And as any letter penned by someone who fancies themself a wee bit of poetic flourish, it starts,
To, Your Eternity ...
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Thank you for reading my ramble.
#fumetsu no anata e#to your eternity#fnae#to you the immortal#tye#a somewhat unserious serious analysis#happy fumetsu Tuesday/Wednesday!
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Ceilidh had returned to the library to find it was not empty. She prepared to start her spiel as to how she could assist. However the words halted when she noticed the visitor in full.
He was reading from the history section. Though it was flitting, she was sure he was actually reading them. Amusement seemed to grace his features. Ceilidh normally wouldn't mind someone that wanted to browse the library...since it was ever rare that anyone bothered with it. But is it not a little strange for the Unseelie king to be wandering the Seelie library?
"Your Majesty, welcome to the Alcove of Prose," Ceiliidh greeted with a curtsy, "I apologize, I was not made privy to your desire to visit here. I would have prepared properly."
"So formal, dinnae pay me any mind," he said, "but ah tend tae be intent on learning no matter where ah gan. Yet ah widnae ask Camhlaidh tae extend himself further fir the sake of a visit. Shattered lad, innit he? So ah wandered doon myself."
"Unattended?"
"Och aye, my generals dae hae interests outside of me," he chuckled. Risteard likely off negotiating his poisons. Solanine seeking whatever pretty things strike her fancy. And his Bheinnan, he deserved his rest, "but Ceilidh if I recall correctly, dae you tend tae this place yourself?"
"There are those that do physical maintenance but for the most part it does fall on the Scribe to maintain the Alcove, yes," Ceilidh said, "so I can recommend some Seelie literature if is so pleases you. However, I would like to ask for permission from His Majesty on allowing you to peruse the historical records."
Balmoral raised a brow, "Haw, so reading aboot the fun you a' goat into is off-limits? Fir wye?"
Saying 'because you could be an enemy' would not be the move to make. However, she couldn't prove that the man would do anything with the history. It likely held no advantage to him but if he wanted it, Ceilidh had reason to be unsure. Part of her wondered why should she care, it wasn't as though her king cared about what she was up to. Nor had he asked her of anything unlike his gentry. But yet she straightened as she said:
"......I have yet to finish transliterating our records. So they are incomplete and thus not acceptable to show to our guests. Especially an esteemed one such as yourself, Your Majesty, I am terribly sorry."
Canny lass, Balmoral thought. At least Camhlaidh has some interesting characters to surround himself, "Course, though when you finish ah would hope tae hae a chance tae read. Your prose is quite beautiful yet mensely informative."
Ceilidh flushed. No one had ever complimented her work before. Much less encapsulate her intent so easily. She stuttered, "You f-flatter me. I...I simply try my best."
"And your best is quite the feat. Of course ah cannae check a'thing within your collection...but the few historical records ah was able tae read, you are wan responsible fir its continued legacy. And ah bet if ah checked much of em, they're penned by your loving haun," Balmoral remarked.
He met the gaze of the Scribe as he informed, "Ah'm interested in an archivist like you, Ceilidh. While my haun with the kingdom is young, ah hope tae have it endure much like the Seelie has. But because of the conflicts much of our pasts are scattered. And it's better tae have a record fir despite our long-lived selves, the mind does nae always remain so keen and unfortunately with some in the Unseelie, they do nae last as long as they like to believe."
"Including yourself, Your Majesty?" Ceilidh questioned. Maybe he was trying to get someone to write nicely about his reign? She didn't like the idea of that and found it brazen of him if he did. However she wanted to get a read on his intention. Yet not once so far has he stalled or stuttered from the draw of a lie. So he had to be speaking something true in all this speak...but she wanted to know if he'd spill a little more.
"Noo you've goat it," he grinned, "ah'm nae so arrogant tae believe ah can rule fir eternity but ah aim tae build something thon'll last thon long. In whatever form ah can manage. A' this blether to simply say: if ever it interests you, the Unseelie does have a place fir you. And while ah dinnae necessarily have gentry tae begin with, as ah said, your best is quite a feat. And ah prize highly--and reward highly--those thon are good at whit they dae."
He placed the book back in its proper place as he said, "Of course, if you are content here. If you are happy here, then ah widnae force you tae leave. But ah would like tae put forward thon you have options, Ceilidh Ìomharach. Ah hope you might be able tae visit the Unseelie tae see if it suits your tastes. Consider it willnae ya?"
With that, Balmoral moved past the stunned woman. She was not expecting that. Were the Unseelie all as strange as him? Or was there some kind of game she hadn't caught onto? Either way...she'd just been given a job offer. Oh, her father would have a fit...and it was something she'd have to bring up to His Majesty.......joy.
#writings#{Ceilidh Drabbles#{Balmoral Drabbles#this took place back with the Seelie/Unseelie meeting#Ceilidh did put together that Balmoral had no real reason#for coming down to the library#since he likely would've found it before she even got there#And Bal is honestly mixing his natural flirtiness with being serious#The flirtiness just to mess with Ceilidh#but his penchant for sniffing out talent struck again#when I say#I have so many convos#that I haven't put down properly#they are ranging in times
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((posting this on behalf of Rayne @hulizi / @distantring who is such a good and dedicated Bakura method rper they forgot their login again. you know, for the bit ))
"And that makes five," the slow and drawn out voice nasalled the words with a pathetic chuckle, pleased with the actions as another victim was sent rushing out of the cemetery. Sure, Bonz had hoped this would net them maybe a rare card or even some money, but at this rate, they were onto the Finals! "Just one more boys, and our misery since Duelist Kingdom will finally be over."
"So pretty soon we gonna get to move on and up ain't we Bonz?"
"That's right, Zygor, nothing will stand between us and fame and fortune!" Their plan was simple enough, Zygor and Sid would hide between the headstones and wait for duelists to pass in. They'd planted fliers around Domino with rumors of powerful duelists waiting in the cemetery. When the unwitting would wander in, the two would jump them and scare the poor souls towards Bonz, who'd finish the job by making the kids drop their things and leave.
And as the three shared a deep laugh at their great fortune, a hushed fog rolled over the resting place of the deceased. "Just another chip, innit?" sid questioned, eliciting a proud nod from Bonz. "Rightio, then we should be bout to get back in place? Don't wanna miss another meal ticket?"
Quite fond of meal tickets, myself, a voice rang out through the fog, catching the attention of the three men standing in the open, wouldn't happen to have room for one more would you?
"Hey who's there?" Zygor stepped forward and shouted, fists clenched immediately.
"Oi, Satake-"
"Hey, I told you call me Zygor,"
"You fools are blowing our cover!" It was Bonz to speak up now, their plan was falling apart rapidly, and he still couldn't make out who was approaching the three of them. What if it was one of those damned Kaibas? "Who wanders in to this damned place?"
Just a wayward traveler, you could say. A lost soul. A hungry maw. A light chuckle echoes throughout their area as the body for the voice comes into a view. A pale young man with spiky white hair and a blue button up shirt opened to reveal a blue and white striped shirt all atop a pair of jeans. Bonz raised an eyebrow with a devious smirk, amused by this guy already.
I heard there were powerful duelists in the cemetery, and you see I have this here locator card and wondered if you three happen to know where these "duelists" were at?
"Ha, you're looking at em right here," Bonz stepped forward, smug in his attitude. They hadn't had to duel once until this point, but everyone that had come in had been weak, what makes this guy any different?
Am I? Then I guess I owe you an apology. The fog grew denser over the feet of the challenger as he stopped his approach, lifting his duel disc into the air at the trio with an awful smile, all I see are residents.
"Oi, I recognize this cat I do," Sid spoke up just beneath his breath, leaning down to Bonz, "he's one-a Wheeler's mates, swear it."
"Wheeler's?" The ghoulist little duelist gives his new opponent a stare down, remembering all those months back to the cave and his duel against Joey. To Joey's friends running up. To the one in the stupid sweater. The smirk wipes from Bonz' face and his voice deepens. "when this is over, we're gonna beat his ass got it?"
Both Sid and Zygor nodded with a laugh, the trio staring down their newly minted opponent "behold, stranger, for you've entered the den of the DAMNED!"
…okay…
"Where nary a soul can leave here unscathed and unaffected by the grips of the dead, clawing up their sides to drag them to the pits of Hell! Leave now and you'll be spared, but stay and SUFFER IN ETERNAL DROWNING!"
There's a long pause of their opponent frozen in place, staring down Bonz after the tiny monologue, an awkward silence hanging in the air as the fog deepens again, roiling over them like a blanket and shielding their eyes to anything outside the duel. If you insist, it's always nice to see people with prophetic dreams of the future.
Bonz' duel disk activated, spitting the hologram projectors outward and readying the fancy KaibaCo technology for his first actual duel of Battle City, right before his trip to the finals, "only dreams of the future I see is you running away screaming for your mommy!"
That's it? The question is left to linger in the air for a moment, unanswered and not given credit until his duel disk is also activated, heavily watching the hologram machines light up, an insult to my mother? After that big bluster about Hell and drowning, you're gonna follow it up by saying I'll be running to my mother? I'd be disappointed if my expectations weren't already so low.
"I'll show you 'low expectations' all right," Bonz reached for his five cards and grabbed one in his hand, beginning to speak before being interrupted.
That you will.
"Dragon Zombie, in attack mode!" With a scowl, the zombie was thrusted onto the disk, and made to life before Bonz duel to the hologram technology at his disposal. "With an attack of 1600. I hope you're ready for the dawn of your DEATH?" To accompany the theatrics, Bonz let out a chilling laugh, throwing his whole body into it.
His opponent shrugged, a Romero reference? Drawing his opening hand and his first turn card, low hanging fruit, one monster defense position. Turn.
"A simple defense monster? If you want to talk about low hanging fruit, how bout we get a little Gacy in here? With Crass Clown!" Down to the field is another monster, the round and rotund clown laughing as the holograms spew forth his new monster.
Did you just make a gay joke using Gacy as the punchline-
"Now Dragon Zombie," no that's fine just ignore me, "attack his face down monster!" The lacerated mouth of the zombie opened and poured out a thick smoke that washed over the holographic card back of the monster Bonz' opponent had set, blending in with the haze that had washed across them all. The trio covered their faces, audibly coughing from the blow back.
"Wow these here holo-grams do be strong."
"Yeah, were they supposed to be having smell?"
A construct of a jar with a black substance sprang to life above the card back, a single eye and wide smile look out to Bonz' hang with disdain, before exploding into shattered pieces. Aw, what a shame, guess my pottery is history now.
"Yeah and that means now I-"
Ah, ah, not yet, my sickly little friend; you triggered the effects of my Morphing Jar, causing us both to discard our hand, and draw five new cards. His hand went into the graveyard slot, with fingers delicately pulling five new ones. And because I'm such a nice guy, I'll even let you attack with Violator, there.
Bonz scowled at being commanded, discarding his hand for new cards. An eyebrow raised, Snake Hair was it? If he can keep Dragon Zombie alive and draw Polymerization.. "Crass Clown, attack his life points directly!"
Quickly, the large clown thrusted it's pole arm forward at Bonz' order, the blunt end of the stick slamming into the man's body with an audible thud. The gang stopped for a moment, the duel pausing as fog slowly gathered thicker around their opponent.
"Hey, Bonz, these ain't supposed to hurt people right?"
"No, no they aren't. It's just a performance."
4,000 - 1,350 = 2,650
As the life points rung down on their counters, the white haired man let out a pained laugh, the fog was clinging to his legs as if it was doing something. You know, when Maximilian Pegasus originally drew your fat clown, he drew it with a scythe.
"Huh?"
He thought it would instill fear in the children playing the game. But Industrial Illusions felt it was "too sinister" and changed it to a pole. Funny, then, that your clown is just an out of shape monk. But enough about de Segonzac's little doodle, I think it's time to explain this.. Shadow Game.
"What the fuck is you talking about?" Zygor stepped forward, the annoyance of this man's little tangent having already got the better of him.
"Oi, mate, keep it down-"
"It doesn't matter what you call this game," Bonz rose his voice above his companions, lifting a pointed finger to this odd duelist, "the next turn is going to be your last, go on and draw your last card so you can draw your last breath!"
With his new turn starting, the man drew the next card with a gleeful smile on his face, in Monster World, we call this a cantrip. I activate the magic card Pot of Greed. You know what this is yes?
"Yeah, a waste of a turn."
Not quite, my little brain dead friend; into the magic zone it went before the green jar appeared before them all, you see, it's called a cantrip because it costs nothing to play and it replaces itself. And not only that, it gives me a second card. Sometimes you just need a little green pot in your life, don't you?
From the jar shot two orbs of light, rushing down to his deck and drawing two cards from them. With the spell resolved, another card is taken from the hand, now, I'll play the monster Card Trooper.
The monster appears on the field, a little unassuming robot, not unlike a ground tank mech. "Card Trooper? It only has 400 attack?"
Very good, your ability to read the cards is only matched by your overall stupidity. But Card Trooper has a special effect. It lets me send the top three of my deck to the card graveyard to boost it's attack by 500 for each card. And do you know what 500 times three is?
Bonz grimaced, taking a step back.
That's right, 1,500! Good boy. Add that to the 400, and that's 1,900. Card Trooper, be a dear and destroy that clown for me, would you?
A bright light shone from the glassed dome of the monster before a powerful laser blasted forth and struck the clown. It didn't even have time to scream before it was evaporated in its entirety.
4,000 - 550 = 3,450
It wasn't the ticking of his life total Bonz felt, but the sudden pain in his chest. Like someone had thrusted a searing knife into his sternum, not far enough to puncture organs but the skin was definitely broken. He fell to a knee, grabbing his chest tightly while whimpering, "oi, Kotsuzuka," Sid stepped forward only to be halted by the laughing of their opposition.
Sorry, I didn't explain the rules of the game! That wasn't right of me, can't make it up now can I?
"What do you mean "rules"?" It took help from Zygor to get Bonz back on his feet, the pain subsiding.
I told you, this was a Shadow Game. The monsters you play here are real. And the more attachment you have to them, the worse their deaths are going to feel. Fitting you're attached to a clown, I see two beside you now.
"Hey, who the fuck you calling a clown?"
You, you large oaf. And when you lose life points, you're losing life points. Of course, I lost more than you but unlike you, I'm not attached to these monsters. They aren't mine.
"What are you talking about? What do you mean they aren't yours what is this?" There was a shake in the scream, perhaps from the feeling of the knife piercing, perhaps the confusion of this inane yammering. But something wasn't right.
A young man and what I would assume was his lady friend graciously gifted me this duel disk, deck, and locator card earlier. In exchange, I sent their souls screaming into Hell to be alone and lost for all eternity.
He admired the disk for a moment, gaze slowly lifting to Bonz and company, and once this game is done, all three of you can join them in a world of isolation and shadows. It's okay, you'll be able to suffer together.
"Fuck this, I'm done," Sid, always the coward, began to take off away from the duel, running down beyond his group.
"Sid, hey!" Zygor's shout fell on deaf ears, as Sid disappeared into the fog, as the man played two cards face down on the field.
I'll just set these two cards face down for now. Oh, and my name is Bakura, thank you. Now.. the words were interrupted by Sid, starting to run up to where Bakura was standing, having made a full loop. Ah, thank you, could you go inform your master that my turn is over?
"Wait, how did-"
You don't get to leave the shadows. The fog will cling to you and drag you down to the muck. Now, tell your owner it's his turn. I'm getting bored.
"This is dumb. This is fucking stupid!" Bonz took his turn and drew a card, watching Sid slowly moving back in place. Muttering that it's a circle under his breath. "Now, I-"
Not so fast, I'm going to take the opportunity to take three more cards from my deck and put them in my graveyard, to increase my Card Trooper's attack to 1,900. Okay, now what were you going to say?
"Wait you can do that?"
Come on, eternity is waiting.
"Man fuck you," Bonz rushed a monster in defense as Bakura took three more cards off the top of his deck, "I place one monster face down, and I switch my Dragon Zombie to defense mode."
A wise decision from a poor man, guess it's my turn now. Are you done?
"Yeah!"
Glad we both understand the outcome. Oh, and as your turn comes to a close, I'll activate both my facedown trap cards.
"Both? You had two?" Sweat drops from Bonz' brow into his eye, the salt stinging his vision.
Two indeed I did, and they're both Needlebug Nests. These each allow me to discard five cards from the top of my deck and into the graveyard. A fourth of my deck put in the ground, as it were.
"Why would you do that?"
Because one of us needs to put pressure on me in this duel, and you certainly aren't managing any of it. Now then, it's my turn.
What the fuck, what the fuck is this guy's issue, Bonz felt his knees tremble, he should be able to capitalize off the way Bakura was playing, but as the man drew another card, he felt lost. This didn't make sense!
Now then, two cards appeared face down on the field, while a monster was placed in defense mode. I'll activate Card Trooper's effect once more, sending three more cards to their permanent home. Then I'll switch him to defense mode. Seems our game is almost over.
"You're mad,"
Actually, I'm in a relatively good mode, but that's fine. Go on, the game is over.
Is it? Both monsters in defense, he could kill my defense monsters. Unless he's baiting me for a trap. But all he's done is remove his deck. He's playing me. C'mon Bonz, c'mon, shaky hands dip into the deck and pull out just the card he needed.
Polymerization.
"Okay, first I switch Dragon Zombie back to attack, and reveal my Snake Hair as well!"
Intimidating.
"Mock me all you want, but the duel is over! Dragon, Snake, attack his monsters!"
And you activate my trap card.
"Another trap?!"
Yes, just one. Behold my… third Needlebug Nest.
"That's it?" Bonz foot stomped forward and suddenly, all that panic and talk washed away to agitation, he'd been played a fool and mocked for this? "All you have done is discard your deck this whole duel and you have the balls to call me names? Just to discard cards again?"
And would you look at that, down to just one card..
"Kill his monsters!" With fervor, Bonz' creatures laid into the Card Trooper, smashing it to bits, and the second one face down all smashing to pieces. Their metallic remains littering the battlefield.
You done?
"No, but you are! Now I'll activate Polymerization! And fuse my Dragon Zombie and Snake Hair, to create this!"
Behind the monsters, a swirling vortex opened up, dragging the creatures forward. They clung to the ground, scratching and clawing to avoid being pulled in. But their wills were ignored, and in they were sucked and engulfed in light, shaping into a new creature, a literal mammoth of a monster.
"Behold! My Mammoth of Goldfine! Unfortunately I can't attack now, but I will next turn, but it won't matter. You've lost."
Silence takes the floor as Bakura draws card number forty from his deck, laughing the whole way. I had to do research on the rules for Kaiba's puppet tournament, and the rules state a forty card deck count. No more, no less.
I've put five cards from Morphing Jar, nine from Card Trooper, and fifteen from Needlebug Nests. Plus the cards themselves. That's thirty-five. Leaving me with a hand of four and a face down card.
So, I'll play the last monster in the deck, the King of the Skull Servants!
Howling winds prelude the sound of concrete shattering and cracking, dirt lifting up and out from the emergence of a bony hand that grabs for anything solid to lift itself from earthly prison. Its' red robes of gold trim betray the card's art of purple robes, and as it stands and bemoans it's summoning, Bakura removes his graveyard to begin counting.
A King among minions, who gets stronger from every lesser minion tossed aside and forgotten. In fact, the King gets 1,000 attack for every soul lost to the graveyard that bears it's likeness. Do you want to know how many that is, Kotsuzuka?
Seventeen. Seventeen servants that have been forgotten and discard. But the King here? Remembers all his lost subjects and is fueled with anger for their loss.
"But, you're the one that did that-"
Bringing his total attack power to 17,000. I believe your Mammoth has 2,200 attack? A respectable amount. Nothing to a King. But what is a King without his accessories? So now I'll activate this, the magic card Disposable Learner Device!
The face down card lifted from the ground and attached itself to the Skull Servant King, the attack value skyrocketing again. This little magic trinket raises the attack by 200 for every monster in my graveyard. Do you want to know how many?
"Seven..teen?"
Twenty-eight. Which means my King gets another 5,600 attack. Now what happens when I do this? Another magic card is played, a second copy of Disposable Learner Device showing on the field then attaching to the King. Another 5,600 attack. Which brings our total attack to 28,200. My my. Skull Servant King
Kill them.
With a snarling howl and a bite in the air, the King of the Skull Servants rushed the Mammoth, slashing at it with a fierce chop and breaking apart the undead creature, its own bones joining in piles with the Card Troopers from earlier.
3,450 - 22,000 = -22,500
Kotsuzuka fell to his knees with his hand covering his mouth, coughing. Thick speckles of blood rolled over his hands as his eyes grew heavy and hard. The blood began turning black, choking on something as he tried to cough it all out. But it was screams of Sid and Zygor that caught his attention, shadow rolling up them and pulling them down.
The base of the darkness grew deeper, their shouts turning into frantic sobbing as they tried desperately to claw free. The shadows reached their chest, and the screaming turned to gurgling, like they weren't being pulled to the darkness but melting into it. Slowly the shadows crept up and over their faces, their forms losing all semblance of who they were until they had melted fully into the shadows that had drug them, gone.
Kotsuzuka's own coughing had gotten worse amidst his tears, thick black liquid just flowing from his mouth and eyes. When he went to look at his hands, he watched his skin falling off in chunks of black liquid. An attempt to scream came out of a watery gurgle, and soon his body was puddling like his friends, until there was just silence.
The fog lifted in the cemetery, nothing left but the headstones, Bakura, and a duel disk with their locator cards. Sauntering up to the discarded items, Bakura looked both ways performatively to see if anyone was around. If you want me to take your locator cards, say nothing ever again for eternity?
A pause, not even the wind spoke up.
He bent down and grabbed the cards with a smile. Oh, by the way, I lied. You'll be alone in those shadows.
#ooc#written by Rayne!!!!!! just posted by me#this would have taken place last night around the time Yugi and Joey's Unwanted Duel was ending
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I don’t know if I've actually posted about this AU I've had which is basically a dark comedy where c!Dream is a serial killer and c!Tommy is the ghost of his first victim haunting him for eternity here, but I’m proud of it so here’s a comprehensive documentation of it.
More Detailed Summary:
It was twelve years ago when Tommy died, and ever since he has made it his mission to annoy the shit out of his murderer Dream ever since. Truth be told, there wasn’t much else he could do, and really, he should have moved on by now, but he kinda pitied the man, with no other friends but him which of course Tommy wouldn’t see him as a friend that’s ridiculous no. But when Tommy accidentally mentions his friends, and Dream makes it his mission to kill them too, he worries for the first time in a long while. He can't haunt Dream anymore if he’s dead, after all, and he doesn’t know what he’s getting into with Tubbo and Ranboo
As all of this might imply, TWs for topics of crime and murder under the cut, along with kidnapping, abuse, torture, mentions of terrorism, and weaponry! Most of it is played mostly for humour, but they’re there (and the serious topics are examined and treated with actual seriousness at times.) Also obviously I’m talking about the characters and shit. I can’t be bothered to write a million c!'s but you know they’re there.
The Main Plot:
Twelve years ago, the body of an unidentified teenager was found deep in the woods, buried in a shallow grave with flowers of varying ages laid on top. Despite the care of which the body was handled, the evidence of physical injuries dating back to at least a month before death and the gunshot wound to the torso gave no doubts that this was a homicide. The case quickly went cold, and only two people would recognise the boy as Tommy Innit- his best and only friends, Tubbo Underscore and Ranboo Beloved. One would grow to hate and fear the law and government due to how carelessly the case was handled, the other would start repressing memories starting with the corpse of their best friend.
Being dead, however, turns out to be pretty fucking cool, Tommy reckons. Sure, he can't feel anything anymore, but all he felt was pain even before he'd ran into that dickhead Dream. Sure, the afterlife is kinda dull, but the arbiter of fates thinks he’s pretty cool and lets him out to haunt his killer. Which he is, of course, doing out of revenge. Not because he's lonely. That'd be ridiculous.
He wasn’t a pathetic loser like Dream. At this point, Tommy was fully convinced that he'd kidnapped him solely because he wanted a friend and somehow decided that was the easiest and best way to do that. To Dream, Tommy was meant to be his Best and Only Friend, and he treated him like such, which was fucking bizarre between being beat. In Super Smash Bros. Brawl. And also by blunt instruments but that was way less embarrassing.
There wasn’t really much Tommy could do to haunt Dream apart from being generally annoying- being completely unable to interact with the living world or appearing to anyone but Dream- but also that’s what Tommy was always best at. So for the next twelve years, he sets out to get on Dream's nerves as much as possible. Keeping him awake all night, stopping him from working, distracting him, the works. One might almost say he’s like an annoying little brother except Tommy would never say that because no matter what Dream says they’re not anything like family.
It’s just he can’t stop, because every second he keeps Dream distracted is a second Dream can’t hurt anyone. Tommy's not the only victim, just the first. And while Dream didn’t want to kill Tommy, not really, but Vikk and Lazar? Wilbur? Those were fully intentional, fully planned. When asked why, Dream would always just raise an eyebrow and simply say he was bored. How his mind worked was a fucking mystery that Tommy didn’t want to solve.
(But, hey, at least Wilbur was pretty cool! They hung out in the afterlife together sometimes, when Tommy needed to take a break from Dream being Dream. He was almost like a brother to him, and Tommy never knew family before. It was a nice feeling.)
During one of Tommy's most useful tools in the haunting game, Distracting-Dream-From-Work-By-Chatting-For-Hours, though, he mentions something he never did before. The two people he'd been keeping a secret for twelve years, a part of his life he could keep his own. His two other he means only friends.
Tubbo and Ranboo.
Dream is… eerily calm about this, when he mentions ever-so-subtly he'll “have to pay them a visit.”. With a visible wink because he’s a fucking loser nerd who thinks Shadow the Hedgehog is cool which he is but not for dumb edgy reasons. Tommy doesn’t fear for the two of them, oh no. He fears for Dream, because he doesn’t know what he's getting into with the two of them. And if he dies, which he will, well… how can Tommy haunt him?
Meanwhile, Tubbo and Ranboo are living a charmed life, albeit one so far outside of the traditional idea of that it’s almost humorous. Living in a shack powered by homemade nuclear energy and filled with enough guns and explosives to arm a small militia, far away from any society, the two of them are quite happy with their life, their marriage, and their not-so-legally adopted son Micheal.
And when Dream comes into their life… this doesn’t change at all.
Hilariously inept at his attempts at murder to the point they go unnoticed, the two regard the weirdo who showed up at their door one day and refused to ever leave with a sense of kinship. Sure, he’s not normal, and he’s kind of intruding massively, but hey, neither Tubbo or Ranboo are normal so they can set aside a couch, it’s only polite!
(Plus, it'd be nice to have someone to fit the twelve-years empty seat by the table. Maybe it's time to move on.)
So, while Dream is trying and horribly failing to kill the Underscore-Beloveds, Tommy makes a new friend. Micheal, it turns out, can see ghosts, and while he can’t talk and Tommy doesn’t get his sign language at all, he can hear Tommy perfectly fine. Tommy does warn Micheal, but he seems to find the whole thing more amusing than anything.
As time passes in the Underscore-Beloved household, Dream quickly learns how much more he's bitten off than he can chew. Tubbo is an amateur mad scientist who can live off the land on his own and carries several guns on him at all times, most of which he's modified himself to be a bit more… horribly murderous. Ranboo seems like a normal businessman in a snazzy suit until he takes Dream along to his “book club meeting” once and it turns out to be an anarchist terrorist group made up of people that certainly could take down Dream in an instant and also whom have way better insight on Moby Dick than he ever could. Now, it’s him trying to plan an escape from these terrifying people immune to simple murder without leaving behind any hints of his crimes for them to use against him.
Eventually, of course, though Tubbo and Ranboo find out about Tommy from Micheal. He draws a family portrait, including a floating, pale figure helpfully labelled “ToMEE”, which Micheal is all too eager to sign an explanation to while his parents pale in horror. Understandably, they're furious at Dream, but they're smart enough to not kill him- not yet. After all, if Tommy's sticking around because he's haunting him, they need Dream alive to have a chance of contacting their spectral friend, right? Of course, alive doesn’t mean unharmed.
As for being able to contact Tommy, well… turns out, being in a terrorist group with a man who's also the servant of the Goddess of Death is incredibly convenient in the scenario your dead teenage friend is hanging around. Philza shows up, and is able to contact and talk with Tommy, and find a way to make him… not corporal, but visible and audible to those around him, as long as he's still very close to Dream. If he goes out of his eyesight, no one can perceive him anymore (expect people like Philza and Micheal who can see the dead regardless.)
So, good for Dream, he gets to stay alive and not turned into the cops! He can even stay. In fact, he has to. No worry, it'll be fine. They're friends, right? Yeah, he basically gets uno reverse card kidnapped because I just think that’s the funniest possible ending to this. Meanwhile, Tommy's having fun catching up with his friends, and Tubbo and Ranboo are starting to get over their trauma there a bit. A happy ending for everyone for once! Except Dream, but he murdered four innocent people including a teenager who he kidnapped and tortured for a month so I think that might be a good thing.
Bios on the Main Characters:
Dream is, basically, a lonely rich kid gone horribly wrong. Child of the incredibly wealthy Dream Exdee (he's technically Dream Jr. but he will punch you if you say that), he was completely neglected and had no friends, so he decided to fix that with kidnapping! Tommy, specifically, was targeted because he thought no one would miss him. What specifically happened during that month is entirely subject to whatever is funniest at the moment, but use exile for a pretty good reference. Either way, he didn't want Tommy dead, but between an escape or shooting him, he chose to fire.
The other victims were out of his own curiosity. After all, from his perspective, he HAS a friend, but he found the act of murder interesting, and wanted to do it again. He found it much more boring these times. After killing Vikk, Boomer, and Wilbur, he stopped because he didn’t consider it worth it anymore.
Dream tries desperately to pass under the radar. He got a management job, despite not needing the money, because he thought it’d throw off suspicion. He wears a green hoodie and jeans at all times, an outfit he picked out specifically to he unremarkable. He's maybe on the pretty side of average, slightly more charismatic than your average man, but not to a remarkable level. When he found out he was ambidextrous, he broke his left hand until it couldn’t work as well solely so he had no identifiable traits.
Of course, beneath this carefully constructed mask is a very unstable person, with a childish desire for control and a cunning intellect. Deep down, all Dream really wants is a family, but the way he understands family comes from his own upbringing, as while he was emotionally neglected he was also strictly reined in and under the complete control of his father. And he'll do anything to keep his utter dominion over his “family”.
Tommy is… surprisingly well adjusted for a forever teenage ghost who underwent several extremely traumatic events and who's desperately lonely enough that he'd willingly spend time with his own abuser and murderer under the guise of haunting him (though, to be fair, he is also genuinely haunting him by annoying the shit out of him). He's cheerful and boisterous, and regards the changing times with a sense of wonder.
Over time, the memories of physical feeling have completely dulled, while he still has all the emotions he once has. As such, he views his abuse and murder incredibly casually, them being nothing more than neutral events that happened at this point, while he takes hits to his pride as far worse and incredibly embarrassing. He does know, logically, that murder and hurting people is bad, but he struggles to see it as anything but a neutral fact of life. Honestly, he even kind of misses the feeling of pain.
Before he was kidnapped, he was a teenaged runaway. His birth family was both neglectful and abusive, and he left as soon as he was old enough to. He wouldn’t say he's homeless, though- he knows this neat cave by the beach you can sleep in! Ranboo and Tubbo were the only people who ever even bothered to do anything but shout at him or ignore him when he went into town. As such, he has a very limited education, along with also very quickly getting attached to anyone who shows him genuine kindness- even if it’s mixed with suffering.
His ghost is quite disquieting in appearance, bearing the injuries he gained before his death along with the gunshot wound that was his final death. He doesn’t have any control over this, and is uncomfortable with it- not because of his injuries, he thinks they’re cool, but because he's still dressed in the pyjamas Dream bought for him instead of his favourite and only pair of clothes he had back when he was free.
Tubbo is a genius unparalleled. When asked to make a science project as a child, his mini nuclear reactor got the government called on the school. Despite this, his true passion is nature. From beautiful flowers to bees and hornets, Tubbo loves it all, and he has a remarkable ability to survive in any situation, and probably thrive too.
However, after the death of his childhood best friend, Tubbo grew skeptical of the law and the government. If they were so powerful, why couldn’t they even try to find who hurt his friend? If they were meant to enforce the law, why could a murder go away free? Clearly, there’s no one you can rely upon but yourself, and honestly, Tubbo likes it that way. He's been living his own nature dream technically outside of the dominion of any government since he turned twenty, and that’s how he likes it. It might not be as cottage core as you were expecting- think less fun rural vibes and more a shack in the freezing wilderness. It’s a comfortable shack, at least- more than big enough for two husbands and their young child, and powered with a now bigger and safer nuclear reactor so their every needs are catered to.
Tubbo keeps at least eighteen forms of weaponry on him at all time, preferably guns, and preferably ones he modified. Laser weaponry? He's got an armoury? Plasma? Give him a few hours and he'll make your rifle shoot plasma, sure. And in the basement of his shack, he's working on explosives, just in case the government come a-knocking. Mostly TNT, C4, stuff like that, but he's working on his very own nuke, just in case…
Despite all this, Tubbo himself looks unassuming. Still baby faced despite close approaching thirty, with curly strawberry blond hair he ties behind his hair, more than a few burn scars due to a few accidents, wide grey eyes, a gap-toothed grin, freckles, and a small frame buried in the warm winter clothing he wears. He looks almost innocent, but if you were to ask him, his innocence died twelve years ago.
Ranboo would call himself a travelling businessman to anyone who asked. A more accurate term would be “domestic terrorist.” Spending most of their life at home with their loving husband and son, every few months they travel to a nice suburban house they bought in the city to meet up with their friends in the Syndicate for a coffee night, a book club, and bombing the homes of wealthy politicians to send a message and stealing what isn’t nailed down. Despite this, Ranboo wouldn’t call himself an anarchist- he really doesn’t care that much. He just likes having friends, and if he has to blow up an empty office building or two, that’s fine as long as no innocents are in the crossfire.
Ranboo developed memory issues after trauma in his teenage years, though he can’t quite pinpoint where it started. Before he got the memory books is all but blank at this point, apart from what Tubbo told him. After is just bits and pieces he managed to write down. Despite this, he’s generally a friendly and mellow person, and observant, witty, and smart as a whip. However, he struggles to make up his mind, and in general lacks a backbone. His one stance he will not bend on, though, is protecting his family and home above all.
No one, not even Tubbo, is quite sure whether Ranboo's appearance is natural or if he's been altering it from a young age. The dark patches across normally milky white skin are clearly birthmarks, but is his one red eye and green eye because of contacts or natural? Is his hair black and prematurely half greyed, or it it dyed? Honestly, not even Ranboo is sure anymore.
Micheal is the six year old son of Tubbo and Ranboo, and despite looking similar to both of them- with Tubbo's strawberry blond hair and grey eyes and Ranboo's birthmarks- he is in fact adopted. Probably. Every time you ask one of the Underscore-Beloveds, they'll give you a different story.
What isn’t in question is that, for whatever reason, Micheal can see ghosts when no one else can. He’s been able to do this since birth, and it’s normal to him. This, along with growing up in arctic conditions away from everyone else (except for when Daddy Ranboo brings him to meet up with his friends on business trips and leaves him at school and he makes the teachers very scared), has left him fearless with almost everything, and fascinated with the macabre.
Micheal is mute, and as such communicates with sign language of his own making, one only his parents also understand. This, along with his budding artistic talent, suggests he might be an intellectual powerhouse like Daddy Tubbo, albeit in a different area. He certainly would have some stories to tell!
Fun Details I Couldn't Include Anywhere Else:
Sam is the mentioned “arbiter of fates.” He decides the punishments people go through after death. He immediately found Tommy endearing, and basically adopted him.
Dream is sentenced to several eons of horrible torture after he dies. He's got the highest and most intense sentence of anyone ever solely because Sam doesn’t like him. Tommy is trying to appeal to be able to visit. To help with the torment, he says.
Yes, Philza is still the literal Angel of Death here. Ghosts are real, so why not?
Wilbur isn’t biologically related to Philza here, he just adopts him after the end of the story because he can contact the dead.
Dream's favourite hobby is tending to Tommy's old “room”- aka, where he was locked up. Its almost indistinguishable from a normal teenagers room, apart from the locks on the door and lack of any windows. He keeps it neat and tidy, holding onto the vain hope it may be used again someday, that it’s resident may somehow come back.
Tubbo is immune to radiation due to sheer force of will. He eats uranium.
Ranboo and Micheal both have very distant inhuman ancestry, hence Ranboo's appearance and Micheal's ability. The world here used to be a lot stranger, once upon a time, and ghosts are one of the last remnants. Dream, Tommy, and Tubbo are (or were) fully human though.
#my aus#dream smp au#dsmp au#primeboys (derogatory)#tw crime#tw murder#tw kidnapping#tw abuse#tw torture#tw mentioned terrorism#tw weaponry
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Pleased, flattered, and surprised to be tagged by the lovely @newtswonderland
to share my most popular fic and two hidden gems. Thank you! 🥺🥰
Ok I’m gonna level with y’all, I am actively *terrible* at doing these because 1) I am so indecisive, choosing which fic best answers a question or fits a particular description is actually painful (so yes I’m probably going to cheat and put more than one under each category, sorry). 2) I genuinely have NO, ie NONE, ie ZERO, concept of what makes a fic ‘good’ to other people. One of my fics having low hits is literally my indicator that it’s not a gem at all and is in fact junk, and should remain hidden for a reason, so I feel like I’m just flailing in the dark here and about to pick the first thing my hand lands on and absolutely steer y’all wrong but Anyhoo. Let’s start with the easy one:
most popular:
So this one is kind of a throwaway because The Blood Culmination is far and away the most popular, regardless of fandom. Like seriously, it’s hilarious, no matter how you sort my stats - hits, kudos, comments whatever - the graph always, ALWAYS, looks pretty much like this:
I mean if you look at it this way, it’s 40 chapters long, so it’s been posted to ao3 to get hit on (heh) 40 times. So if it has 40x the hits of any other of my fics, well that just kind of evens things out, innit? And I mean it’s a novel-length canon-compliant newt-lives fix-it, featuring newtmas, and I feel like those always get that general curiosity click. In light of that, I feel like that pick is kind of meaningless so I’ll hit you with the next most popular.
No Strangers to Love (aka Dinosaur Fic) is a simple little thominewt soulmates fic that I guess appeals to both the newtmas and non-newtmas crowd and scratches that classic soulmate trope itch too.
This is probably going to be seen mainly by tmr people but just in case, I’ll do my Die Hard one too. Coming Clean is apparently my best performer on several stats (but similarly to TBC could just be because it’s one of my only fics in which I’ve used the chapter feature and it has five of them, so might just have five times the hits). It’s a domestic roommates trope in which John has to come to terms with his Big Gay Awakening, which was my specialty back in my early fandom days.
hidden gems:
Alright y’all, I think I’ve cracked this thing. Since this tag seems to just be about the lowest and highest stats on fics, I could easily avoid decisions on this one by just saying anything I’ve done for tmrss, any year. Who knows what happens there, maybe things tend to get buried with all the content coming out at once that time of year, or people avoid clicking anonymous fic when they see it posted. I even feel – and I’d be interested to know if anybody else notices this – that holiday themed fic in general seems to get less hits. Or maybe it’s just that creating something specifically to a request yields such a niche story intended for an audience of one (the giftee), that there are just fewer people interested enough to click.
Regardless, I can say my two lowest-hitters both fall under that category. They might be quite niche, but might have the odd gem quality to offer. Northern Crossing is my attempt at poetic 2nd person imagery and what I call ‘word-painting’, featuring newtmas taking in an injured hummingbird for the winter. Full of imagery and description (and literal jewel and gem-tone references, as it turns out).
Three Cryptids Walk into a Bar is quirky and maybe not what you’d expect from a supernatural or ‘cryptid fic’, in case that’s what’s keeping the clicks at bay - probably more romantic comedy (oof my eternal pitfall), meet cute stuff with a twist. And it’s technically a minally fic, yes, but hey newtmassers, there is plenty of those two idjits established-coupling it up and causing general PDA-induced trauma all over the place in it too.
And the die hard one in case any of y’all are out there? *echo* out there? …out theeeere???
The lowest performer that isn’t just a drabble, and hence the reason most people aren’t clicking, would be… drumroll…. The Weather Outside is Frightful. In which Matt gets whisked (read: dragged) off on a romantic winter chalet vacation with John and learns to see the benefits of cosy fires and hot tubs despite the lack of Internet access.
BUUUUUT I don’t think it’s all that gemlike and I did two tmr ones so to be fair here’s another low-baller: Pink Frosting and Other Potentially Fatal Ventures, which I like to refer to as Matt and John’s cinderblock and rubble Valentine and in which stuff blows up and smooches happen.
(see!? Holiday fics! There’s a Halloween themed one way down mixed up in the bottom ones too. Innnnteresting!)
*wanders off pondering statistics and muttering apologies for not playing the game right…*
EDIT: you know what, one more die hard for the road and an *actual* rec this time (omg). idk if it’s hidden or not but it’s different from my usual fluff, and I think maybe the better off for it? you can be the judge if you decide to give it a click. Bad Moon a-Risin’ is a magical realism witchy vibes trip with a (hopefully) surprising little twist.
(and tagging anyone else not already tagged who wants to do this! would love to hear your thoughts on your posted works!)
#fanfic#writing fanfic be like#tag game#most popular and#hidden gems#tmr#die hard#newtmas#minally#john x matt#thominewt
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my one-a-day streak has been broken, my career is over! orz
not that i was remotely expecting to have kept up that pace for almost the entire series, and Unconnected Marketeers gave me good reason to take it slow and try more runs that usual. but thats spoilers innit :P
nina's thoughts on Touhou 18 - Unconnected Marketeers
if you recall my last post about Wily Beast and Weakest Creature, youll know that i said it felt like touhou games needed to really do something big to stand out this many games deep. well, i think ZUN had the same idea, cause Unconnected Marketeers definitely stands out, with one of the coolest new systems in the series. UM does something really fresh, integrating roguelite elements into the gameplay in a simple but pretty effective way through Ability Cards.
heres the rundown. before you start a run, in addition to choosing your character you also pick an 'ability card' to start with. throughout the stages of UM, enemies drop money tokens instead of the typical blue point items, and at the end of each stage after defeating the boss they open trade with you and offer a selection of Ability Cards to buy with your money: a handful of gaurenteed basic cards (a 1up, a bomb, extra power, etc), the stage boss's signature card, and then 3 random ability cards selected from a pool of about 50 cards. ability cards come in 4 varieties: active cards, equipment cards, passive cards, and item cards. all the categories are pretty self-explanatory by the name, except equipment cards, which are like extra weapon options that are added on top of what you have. once you buy a card for the first time, its permanently unlocked to be selected as a starting card in future runs.
every ability card is based on a character from the series, which is a really cool way of using the huge cast that touhou has (sadly its mostly playable characters and final/extra stage bosses, so no Wriggle card as far as im aware v_v). its really cute seeing how certain characters abilities are translated to card form, like Koishi's card that makes it so enemies dont kill you if you collide with them, or Lily White's card that literally summons her as a micro-boss and gives you a good item if you beat her. i haven't unlocked them all, and i think some of them are unlocked by completing certain things, like a second card for each playable character that only unlocks when you beat the game with them. i might keep playing just to see what other cool cards there are, especially since the cards themselves give a lot more replay value than usual. you even unlock the ability to use 2 starting cards after your first clear.
since the ability cards add so much variety to the gameplay, the player character selection is kept pretty simple to not overcomplicate things. we have Reimu and Marisa as usual, as well as Sanae and Sakuya (im glad they ironed out their differences and are able to coexist now :P). Reimu, Marisa, and Sanae all play exactly as they have the last couple games, but Sakuya actually goes back to her roots and uses a modernized version of her weird B set from PCB, which im glad returned since it was a really cool one. if you need a refresher, thats the one where her throwing knives are angled left or right based on your movement, and focusing locks the angle in place. in addition, now vertical movement also influences the knife pattern, with downward movement increasing spread while upward tightens it. its tough to master, but you feel like a beast when you make it work for you. i got my 1cc with Sanae, but i might keep playing and go for runs with the other characters too.
as for the new characters, if youre familiar with the cast of Unconnected Marketeers you already know who im about to be talking about. thats right, Momoyo Himemushi, baby! lets go! another bug-type youkai so soon after Eternity Larva, and for the first time she's Not a stage 1 boss! she's actually the strongest enemy in the game, lurking at the end of the extra stage to fight only the most powerful players. Momoyo is based on the Oomukade youkai, a massive centipede who lives in the mountains and eats serpents and dragons, with the only weakness that can pierce its exoskeletal armour being human saliva. shes strong as hell and basically the coolest ever, totally not biased at all. shes got her sick minecraft gold pickaxe and shovel to dig up tasty gemstones, and doesnt hesitate to beat the tar out of anyone who tries taking her stuff. shes even got some bonus gender spiciness, using 'ore' for herself instead of most characters 'watashi'. im glad we finally got our justice for bug youkai, with the most badass centipede lady you'll probably ever see.
the final boss Chimata is pretty neat. shes a god of special event marketplaces, so anytime you go to a convention and find some cool stuff in the dealers room you have her to thank. she has a really wild design, with a patchwork rainbow dress with a matching headband, and a white cloak with the cloudy sky on the inside trim, representing a lunar rainbow and the market that takes place under its light. its pretty sick, but probably absolute hell for fanartists lmao.
my third choice of the new characters would be Takane. shes a yamawaro (mountain kappa) with forest-related powers, and like the river kappa theyve become entrepeneurs and inventors in Gensokyo. Takane has some hilarious interactions with the main characters, especially Sakuya who literally is just there to buy cards, where she engages in a boss fight to protect the protags from stealing her ability cards, but after the fight ends and she finds out that youre a paying customer her demeanor completely flips and she starts hyping up her wares lol.
Unconnected Marketeers is really fun! its great to see such a unique and innovative entry for a series thats 18 games in, without overturning the base gameplay loop that the fans are there for (glares at game series being re-invented as an open world walking simulators). interestingly the Ability Cards, while being the main plot instigator, are kept around in the end, so it seems like its set up to be more than just a one-off mechanic. from what ive heard of touhou 19 i dont think they're there, but 19 is also a non-standard touhou for other reasons, so its up in the air. either way, whether the ability cards are a one-time thing or an evolution, theyre great fun and add a lot of interesting variety to the gameplay, and fit in pretty naturally to the gameplay loop touhou already had going for it. take all that good gameplay stuff and add on to that we finally get respect for bug youkai with Momoyo, and UM is up there in the top echelons of touhous. lets go bugs!!!! we win these!!!
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The final profession of love
Dear you,
It's been a great 2 and a half years and i know it's been chock full of ups and downs, but that's life innit?
I can confidently say with 98.9% confidence that there've been more ups than downs, but this is the culmination of every moment we've been together.
I've seen you at your lowest, and i've seen you at your best, and there's so much to love about you, no matter what state you're in.
From improving communication skills with friends and family, to stepping out of your comfort zones to meet new people or challenge yourself career-wise. There has been so much objective growth and it's amazing.
There are so many qualities about you that i admire, be it the discipline to wake up everyday despite mental heaviness, or cultivating healthy habits for food or exercise. This was always something that i lacked myself and i was hoping to one day achieve that same level of self-discipline.
I've learnt so much about other necessary life skills like managing money, maintaining some semblance of cleanliness in the room, and traveling pointers. These are things that i never handled personally and i am eternally grateful for the opportunity to learn this through my time with you.
As i type this my eyes are welling up (for the 15th time today) and i may end up ugly crying and yelling into the very blanket that we iron out every day, but i know that this was necessary because it would not be fair to you (and to extent, us) if i let this continue.
I want to hold on to my principle of never having to lie to you. Not just because it's wrong morally and it's not the way mama raised me, but because lying here is the blade that causes the most hurt. And you've been hurt like that one too many times. You've been through so many struggles (most of which you had to deal with on your own), and i do not wish to be another person who disrespects you as a person with very real feelings and emotion.
You are incredibly precious and i wish i could take that night back, but i cant.
I cannot claim to understand how you're feeling now, or how you will be feeling in time to come, but i know that it'll get better in time. I too am still figuring out how to move forward with all this and i can only pen this down and process this carefully. This would be the first time i've had let someone so close to me go under such circumstances.
As i sieve through memories and memorabilia, i am yeeted back to the time where life was a lot simpler. We were both in hospitals, we were both excited to learn about each other and bringing the best out of each other. I will always cherish the little moments of weekend mornings, the times we danced to various genres of music, the times either of us stood at the doorway when the other had to leave for work, the moments that made my heart flutter, and the constant expressions of affection towards one another.
We made many plans and discussed the future in so many ways, and i've tried to be the better man for you. Of all the times i have failed you, this would definitely be my greatest failure. The last thing i wanted to do was make you feel any less than what you are, but i know that had happened regardless. Nothing i say now will change that fixed moment in time.
There are so many things i wish i could say irl.
I wish i could say all of this (and more) to your face as you (probably) start to tear up (and so will i) because i want you to know how special you are to me.
I don't know if i should send this to you or just leave this here for you to chance upon for fear of hindering your healing, so i'll err on the side of caution and just leave this be.
I hope we can be allowed to still be friends (despite the opinion of some that we should stay separate), but if fate decides otherwise, then i have to accept it too.
You've taught me to live a little more, love a little harder, and be a better person overall.
Thank you. For letting me love you.
May you always have minimal pee and maximul rest bbkeks.
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Marvel movies are so over produced they put me to sleep
#wtf is this eternals movie#Salma Hayek I do this for you mommy#fr fighting sleep#Bakugou kinnie here we go tf again#there are just so many effects in this movie my adhd brain gets overwhelmed and it all becomes a blur and O get exhausted and#so yeah I didn't enjoy endgame KANDKWNJFNW#most marvel films.... I'm sleeping#I'd literally rather watch passion of the christ#again#for like the 10th time#bc Christian family#when will this film end#she's immortal and she chose to be BRITISH#no offense Brits but like#idk I'd like to be from New Zealand idk#Ireland? the Philippines?#nah#the eternals innit?
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