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heartsfourdazai · 3 months

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౨ৎ. KISSING YOUR FRECKLES

SYNOPSIS: basically just the bsd men kissing your freckles all over your body bc i headcanon chuuya with face freckles.

FEATURING: chuuya nakahara, dazai osamu, nikolai gogol

WARNINGS: tooth-roting fluff<3 hopefully not too short, but short enough to be detailed, unedited writing

MUTUAL MENTIONS: @justcallmesakira , @silverbladexyz , @ruified , @riiwrites , @ruanais , @rusmii , @elizais , @pinklacydovey , @atsquie , @atlasnessie

MENTIONS:@yaeeko , @weeeezyrain , @actinglikewriter , @fyocute , @candyomgg , @hopelessbluebird , @nikolaisredpompom , @valenxvalen , @m3lody-fee , @ mehanimefun-fun , @leyla3x0 , @astr3eaa , @my-loved-figure-skates , @caayye , @periodslay , @chuuya-brainrot , @h3ll0kitty3 , @woodle , @funnelcakechurro , @t3chn0chan , @na-ps , @sleepy-and-lazy , @krabby-patty010 , @crystalzoldyck99 , @saffronaliii , @yakistraw , @spencerleni , @ttachyxx , @merscarolscaramoucheplease , @terururuko , @onlinewhisper14 , @iratherawan , @anonymousnomedhera , @moth-of-mythos , @star-light18464 , @tojisth0tt , @waiting-for-cass-to-save-me , @trickingsociety , @semipathyopera , @deathrealmm , @probablyzombiedinosaurs

white = couldnt properly tag

you poke chuuyas face over and over as he tried to cook dinner peacefully, well it was peaceful until his childish partner bothered him by poking him.

more specific, his freckles.

"babe?" he asked all suddenly, causing you to daze out of your trance, "huh?" you asked, looking at your boyfriend with a curious expression, "has anyone ever told you, you have beautiful freckles?"

he blushed slightly as you continued to poke your freckles again.

"i mean, shitty dazai mentioned them once, however he made fun of them instead of calling them..." he blushed at the word you used, "beautiful..."

you rolled your eyes, "that man never knows what he's talking about! I'm serious, there very pretty..." you smiled, "thanks." chuuya nods, going back to his cooking.

it wasn't hard to ignore you though, your pokes made him flinch every time because of just how sensitive his face was.

"yours are...too.." he complimented and you paused your poking on his face, "r-really?" now it was your turn to blush, which made chuuya grin, "yeah doll, I'd say there the most prettiest of them all." he leaned close to your face, turning off the stove to not caused a fire as he brought his lips closer to your cheeks, "chuuya! what-about dinner??" your mind was racing as you felt your boyfriends hot breath on your face; "it's basically done, but i'm not with you, sweetheart!"

you yelped as he suddenly pinned you to the wall and started to kiss your cheeks, more specifically your freckles on your cheeks, which caused bubbly laughter to escape from your lips chuuya could kiss for hours on end.

"chuhuya!" you laughed, "you may just have more pretty freckles then i have, what do you think?" you shake your head, giggling your top off, "no??" he gasped dramaticly making you laugh more, "well, allow me to prove you wrong, doll~"

your day was filled with chasing and kissing from your boyfriend<3

"should i cover these up?"

your voice caused your boyfriend to look up at you as he sat on your bed. you were in front of your makeup mirror that was on your desk, that was covered with school paper, makeup supplies, candies, and a whole lot of who knows what else.

he watched ad you held up concealer to your freckled face dazai would die for. he let's out a extremely dramatic gasp, almost cauing you to jump out of your seat as you looked back at him with a "what the fuck happened" face.

"ARE YOU UNWELL, WOMEN??"

"excuse me-AAHA??" you screamed as your boyfriend tackled you to the bed with him. you squirmed on top of him as he grunts, turning you on your stomach as he laid on the bed.

"dazai- what the hell- hehey!"

your anger turned into giggles as you felt his lips peck your face over and over. you were trapped in his massive bear hug as he held you tightly against his chest.

"stoahap!!" you giggled, trying to turn your head away from the boy who grabbed your chin gently to keep kissing your freckles, "now, what makes you think you should cover your adorable freckles?" he asked, taking a pause to kissing you to pinch your cheeks.

"it wahaas just a question!!" you yelped as he kept kissing you.

"it was a stupid question..these are so cute on you, bella~ dont you dare be ashamed of them!!"

"nikolaiahaha!! sto-AHWOW!!" you yelped once again as your boyfriend cuddled you into his arms and bite your cheek.

"i told you to stop biting mee!!"

you glared at him as he gave you a cheeky grin before nibbling on your cheeks, "ihmf cantfmp hempgf it-"

"yeah, you can help it!" you pout as he started to gently kiss your cheeks again. they were soft at first before he suddenly dug his teeth into the flesh of your skin.

"you told me you wanted to KISS my freckles, not BITE them off!!"

you weren't wrong-

he wanted to kiss them soooo bad. how could he not want to, they were soooo cute on you!!! made you look like a child, and when you smiled they moved with your smile and it made his heart melt.

"your cheeks are just so soft, dove, it's a challenge not to bite those cute cheeks of yours~"

as he started to kiss your freckles again, you grew more comfortable and leaned your head to his chest- "OW- okay- IHIM done!!"

just as your about to walk off, your felt yourself get dropped back onto nikolai's lap-

"noooo, don't leave~ lemme kiss youuu!!!" he tried to kiss your cheeks again, even your lip, bit you leaned away.

this went on for the next hour.

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prince-kallisto · 23 days

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Diasomnia’s and Pomefiore’s Peacock Imagery (& the ties to Meleanor)

When looking at Diasomnia’s Halloween costume- “the ghost of a long,” I was confused for a while about the peacock feather. But the Halloween events in particular have shown generous amounts of foreshadowing, especially with Diasomnia. If Levan, Malleus’ father, does indeed have some relation to the long (his title being Ryūgan Duke Levan, which may translate to Long-Eyed Duke Levan), then this Halloween costume that Malleus chose himself certainly has its significance.

Anyway, about the peacock feather, in Twisted Wonderland this is usually associated with the Fairest Queen and Pomefiore- undoubtedly because of the Peacock Throne. In Snow White, it’s said that the Evil Queen had a Peacock Throne that represented her extreme vanity. Peacocks have long since been symbols of beauty, elegance, power, royalty- but sometimes also correlated to pride to a sinful degree.

But after poking around a bit with some research, I discovered that the long was often paired the fenghuang, a mythical bird in Chinese mythology, and these two paired together would symbolize marital harmony and everlasting love between husband and wife. The fenghuang in modern times became a feminine entity tied with the empress, and the long a masculine entity tied to the emperor. These creatures were opposites yet harmonious, like the yin and yang respectively.

Much like the long, the fenghuang was said to made up of the parts of various animals- and in more recent mythos, the fenghuang is commonly depicted with the tail of a peacock.

So…I wonder if Malleus unintentionally chose a Halloween costume that represented both of his parents, and symbols of their harmonious marriage. Dragon eggs do require genuine, parental love to hatch, which Meleanor and Levan would’ve undoubtedly gave if fate treated them more kindly. We don’t know much about Levan, but he was described as kind, a scholar, a diplomat, someone who desired peace and unity between humans and Fae. Most of these descriptions are from Lilia, and these are a stark contrast to how he describes Meleanor.

Edit: I mentioned this in a reblog, but Levan potentially being a bird Fae yet tied to a dragon-like figure, and Meleanor being a literal dragon yet tied to the fenghuang and peacock…it’s another case of them being harmonious opposites

I also feel like there is something mysterious tying Pomefiore and Diasomnia specifically. Ray has an incredibly big brain thread about Diasomnia’s and Pomefiore’s connections- please check it out 👀 But I wonder if the symbolism of the peacock and the mixture of pride and nobility is trying to say something more. The peacock imagery is usually tied to Vil, as his spell book is beautifully decorated with peacock imagery, and his recent card seems to have golden claws/or embellishments on his gloves that resemble peacock feathers. His Overblot form has SEVERAL ties to it. The ends of his cape resemble black peacock feathers, and so do his boots and crown.

Interestingly enough, his Overblot form heavily resembles the Virgin Mary. If you’re curious about this resemblance to not only the Virgin Mary but also Meleanor, check out this older theory post of mine as well ^_^ Rook also gets a peacock feather in his hat for his New Years outfit, but the peacock imagery definitely seems more tied to Vil 🤔

Additionally, in a split second shot in the opening, Crowley is seen sitting in what seems to be a Peacock Throne. The throne in Pomefiore is a direct reference to the Evil Queen’s throne, but what’s interesting about Crowley’s throne is that the gemstones are purple, not blue. Either this is lighting being unusually strong, or this is a different chair entirely. It may be his office chair, but unfortunately we haven’t gotten a good look at it yet. Even Crowley’s new furniture in the JP version doesn’t show enough details for his office throne.

I mentioned this briefly in the Virgin Mary theory, but I feel as though that Vil is the closest representation of who Meleanor was. I think this line in his dorm uniform vignette is most striking, as he is like “the Queen reborn, with two striking knights at your side.” The thing is, the Evil Queen didn’t HAVE any knights. Her closest companions were the raven and the hunter. But neither of them were exactly knights, and she thought very little of them in the film. Rook’s chat’s say that the hunter carried out all her orders- although he made many blunders, and said that the raven was more of a pet (contrast to Malleus who says Diablo was a fellow companion who fought alongside Maleficent). But Meleanor DID have “two striking knights” at her side, through the form of Levan and Lilia, her left and right generals.

Additionally, in Book 5, Vil mentions beauty being a power that’s more overwhelming that violence, and can bring people to their knees. And his voicelines show his belief that roses have thorns is part of their charm. I just can’t help but think of the scene in Book 7, where Meleanor literally brings Yuu and crew down to their knees with her magic, thinking them unworthy of even looking at her in the eye. (Credits to Otome Ayui for translation🐦‍⬛)

And Vil’s voicelines show his belief that roses having thorns is part of the charm, and that he interestingly correlates birthdays with the aurora. Meleanor’s castle is called Wild Rose Castle, and ended up covering the castle with her thorns. Additionally, both the aurora and the rose is heavily tied to Sleeping Beauty, with Princess Aurora, and her “peasant” name being Briar Rose. The gift of her beauty even said her lips were as red as the rose. And, well, there’s the whole storyline about Aurora’s sixteenth birthday overall -v-

As I mentioned earlier, I think Vil and Pomefiore represent Meleanor more as the Fae she was- her “tenacity,” as you could put it, being the spirit of Pomefiore. Diasomnia seems to connect to the idea of nobility and the guards/knights that protect the Queen. Even Pomefiore’s imagery, of the peacock, the sword impaling the heart…it feels very representative of what happened to Meleanor. Perhaps the connection between these two dorms makes up the full image of Meleanor (I’m not sure how to describe what I’m saying NSJXJD)? The guards to the Queen, the nobility and dragon Fae of Diasomnia, with the pride, tenacity, and beauty of Pomefiore.

Edit: I somehow forgot about the fenghuang and long symbolism here. Pomefiore’s symbol is the peacock, and Diasomnia’s is the dragon. It really feels as though there’s a connection between them 😭🙏

And back to what a peacock symbolizes, in Chinese culture the peacock is tied to auspicious happiness and prosperity, and serves as a symbol of beauty, nobility, power, and divinity. The feathers could even be talisman to ward of evil spirits. The Fenghuang was also believed to disappear during times of chaos and despair, and would only appear when there was world peace.

In English, the Fenghuang is translated as the “Chinese Phoenix,” although I’ve read that the similarities are superficial. The Phoenix being well known for bursting into flames and being reborn from its own ashes could potentially have significance though- but this trait is not seen in Chinese mythos. Additionally, Christianity associates the peacock with purity and the resurrection of Jesus, so peacock imagery can be seen at burials/tombs.

What fascinates me about this idea of purity and nobility is the surrounding conflicting views of who Meleanor was. The Senate practically turned her into some angelic, fairytale figure (Lian elaborates so beautifully in her post here 🫶) who is dignified and noble. The Senate idolized her to the point that Lilia was too filthy to ever stand beside her- who was a noble dragon. The Silver Owls saw her as a monster, a vain witch to be defeated. Lilia saw her as a spoiled and overly prideful princess, but also cared for her deeply as a person and not just someone to be idolized. He grew up with her, after all, and has been subjected to her antics and mischief for many years. (Translation credits to Otome Ayui 🐦‍⬛)

I think the connections here could heavily tie to other popular theories, like Meleanor being in the Dark Mirror or will be “resurrected” in some way. And you all know me- I think Crowley’s fixation on Pomefiore and the Evil Queen may also be representative of something (*´∀｀*) No matter the theories regarding Crowley, I do think it’s significant that he’s sitting in some peacock throne in the opening. With all these connections to nobility, I wonder if it means Crowley taking on the symbolic or literal position of royalty or power (*'▽'*) He is technically the highest authority so far at NRC, but I just can’t help but feel there’s more significance than meets the eye 🐦‍⬛

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst Diasomnia #twst Pomefiore #twst malleus draconia #twst vil schoenheit #twst meleanor #twst meleanor draconia #twst malleus #twst lilia vanrouge #twst dire crowley #twst theory #twst analysis #kallistopost

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oddballwriter · 2 months

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🙏 gn/fem reader who has a tattoo of an ahnk on her chest and arm tattoos of astrological symbols or like more egyptian tattoos who visits the museum with a group of friends and steven just drools at her existence lol

Living Art

Summary: Working in the gift shop doesn't really earn you any points in talking to people, that's something that Steven's learned the hard way. But that doesn't mean that there aren't some cases that happen once in a while.

Warnings: It's mentioned that the reader does some of their own tattoos using the stick-and-poke method. Steven is shy but very much into the reader. The reader's gender and pronouns are never mentioned but Steven does refer to the ready is pretty so take that as you will. Mention of alcohol and getting drunk but no consumption actually happens. If I'm missing something don't be afraid to tell me.

Author’s Snip: I'm sorry that this took such a long time. I've been out of motivation to write and also recently started my spring semester. So I hope you will still like it.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 954

Working at the gift shop didn't really make way for meaningful talks with people. Steven has learned that through many one-way conversations with people who come in. But he'd be lying if he said that he ever really stopped wishing for a moment to chat with someone who would listen and talk back. Unfortunately, that person only exists in Steven's daydream it seems.

That is until one day a group of museum-goers come walking in chattering amongst themselves. Steven looks at them for a brief moment just to get a count of them before looking off somewhere else until he hears a voice go "Oh..." in a disappointed cringing manner. Steven glances back and sees you staring at a mug on display. He knows which one it is. It's that one mug that has hieroglyphics on it that are random and translate to literal gibberish. He remembers himself cringing at its existence.

Your friends join in and laugh at your explanation of why this mug has you scrunching your nose in disapproval. "Does it say something dumb?" one of them asks, to which you respond with "No. It doesn't say anything. That's why I hate it.". Your friends laugh some more and move on with their browsing around while one stays with you for a moment to say "You should buy it and put it in your collection of stupid stuff.". You nod but say "I'm thinking about it but in all honestly this thing is kinda ugly.". It is, the graphics look horrible and Steven is so happy that some else can see that.

After a while of walking around, and grabbing a plush that also got a chuckle out of you, you make your way to Steven at the counter. Now that he's getting a closer look at you, you're very pretty. As he looks you over quickly so as to not be caught by you he notices something else.

The shirt you have on gives a sensible show of your chest and arms and along them are various Egyptian and astrological symbols tattooed on your skin. Steven can name practically all of them with his brief scan of your body. He manages to catch you saying something to him.

"How's your day going?" you ask. He blinks off his stun and answers with a shrugged "Alright. Same work day as all the others. You know?". You nod in response. "I bet you get kids in here all the time." you say, "They always want to leave a shop with something." you laugh. Steven gives a small laugh back as he thinks about all the times a kid came in begging for something. "They usually leave with a toy or one of those little books for kids," Steven says before glancing at the little plush you're buying, "This one is actually really popular. They're usually all gone by the end of the day." he mentions as he takes a look at it himself. "They are pretty cute." you reply, "They're also kind of silly. These figures in Egyptian mythos just being little stuffed dolls that you just have around.". Steven laughs at the thought.

Steven starts to scan the items and he can't help but instinctively cringe a little when holding and looking at the mug. You seem to notice and snicker. "Sorry," Steven apologizes, "But as someone who knows hieroglyphics this thing is awful," he explains.

"It doesn't even translate to anything." you both say in unison. You both smile at the commonality in your opinions on the mug, with Steven maybe feeling a little flutter in his stomach.

"The only reason I'm getting it is because I like to collect novelties that are dumb," you explain. "What about the plush?" Steven questions having thought that the plush was quite endearing. "The plush is dumb in a cute way. The mug is just dumb and I feel like it will fit right in with all the other stupid things I have." you explain. "Well, I'd love to see that collection," Steven comments. "It's actually a really nice talking piece. People like hearing about all the stuff in it." you mention.

Steven nods and as he does he takes a look at a few of your tattoos. You catch it this time and smile, "Do you like them?" you ask. "I think they're lovely," Steven confirms, "Where do you get them done?" Steven questions. There's no reason for him to ask, it's not like he has the guts to get a tattoo himself but he's finally getting that conversation that he's been yearning for. "My friend actually does them. She's a tattoo artist and she secretly give me a discount for some favors like getting her food or doing something for her." you mention, "Some of these are by me though. Sometimes I get drunk and bored at home and just grab a needle and pen ink." you add as you point to a few.

"You tattoo yourself?" Steven gasps. "Don't worry. I'm drunk enough to not really feel anything but still sober enough to clean the area and not have it look terrible," you tell him. "If you ever want a tattoo but not the whole commitment, give me a call. I'll give you as much alcohol as you need." you say with a wink. Steven blushes and bites back an ear-to-ear smile.

You both hear the clearing of a throat behind you. When you both take a look you see your friends standing in line right behind you looking on with looks varying between smug and done with overhearing the back and forth. "Just give him your number already so we can buy our shit." one of them speaks up.

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@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (applications open)

#moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #moon knight #moonknight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #oscar issac characters

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calypso-daughter-of-atlas · 4 months

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Pjo/HoO character head canons

• Annabeth has a great voice

• Percy would give up his life for his mom no questions asked

• Nico still holds onto his mytho-magic cards

• Hazel curses like a sailor

• Lester/apollo claims the world revolves around him (Technology he IS right…)

• Will still freaks out when he sees blood

• Leo refers to Piper as “My homegirl Piper…”

• Piper has lots of Hello kitty merch (Pencils, key chain, etc)

• Jason rubs his lip where his scar is when he’s anxious

• Reyna sticks her tongue out at Octavian when no one is looking

• Thalia Taught Annabeth how to cuss (Specifically to cuss Luke out)

• Calypso is great with children

• Percy pokes Nico in the face (gently) To get his attention (Nico has almost killed him for it)

• Hazel is very superstitious (So is Nico)

• Frank collects rocks bc they remind him of Hazel

• Piper started a Demigod safe social media which she enjoys because she gets followers bc of her, not her dad.

• Reyna wanted to be a vet growing up

• Jason has electricity practically sparking off of him when he’s excited

• Leo builds gifts for His friends for their birthdays

• Percy says “Annabeth, LOOK!” all the time

• Annabeth casually takes Percy’s Jackets/sweaters out of his closet and wears them (He says nothing)

• Hazel is terrible with technology and acts like a grandma with it

• Leo smells like Metal

• Percy has a Nemo plush

• Calypso is a suprisingly great engineer

• Coach Hedge is a father figure to Clarrise

• Will and Hazel get along great and are always talking about how funny/adorable Nico or Frank are (Boy talk)

#pjo headcanon #percy jackson #pjo #nico di angelo #leo valdez #annabeth chase #pjo fandom #calypso pjo #will solace

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Common Knowledge 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, power imbalance, bullying, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Geralt of Rivia, Harald Halfdansson, tall & plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your next study session is a special excursion. Paranoid about your talkative professor and his distractions, you opt instead for the off-campus smoothie shop you passed a dozen times but never went into. You order a simple strawberry banana concoction and claim a table in the corner for your mission.

You take your laptop out and the giant tome with a cluster of tabs poking out from the pages. You've narrowed down your possible topics. You don't know why you're so indecisive. You just feel entirely out of your depth. Ask you about a Hapsburg or even a Roman emperor, and you're good, but gods and goddesses, giants and beasts... You just can't nail it down.

The coming and going of customers is steady but not disturbing. Most enter, order, and promptly leave. The average patron has a gym bag and appears to be on their way to workout.

You peek up now and again but quickly lose yourself in your research. There's something to say about the plight of the feminine figures in Norse mythos. It surely seems a tragic existence. Somehow, you can relate.

You flip to a tab and lean in to read. You reach for your smoothie blindly and take a sip as your eyes flit back to your laptop. A cup lands heavy on your table and a figure falls in the chair across from you. As if they know you, as if they belong there.

It's that man! With the blindingly white eyes and similarly shocking hair. Hair pokes out above the vee of his peculiar tunic and his hair is wave with a sheen of sweat. You give him a confused look and flutter through the pages, ignoring him. You won't ask how he found you, might be a coincidence, but you'd rather he get the clue and leave you alone.

He reaches over and stops your search. He pushes the pages flat and growls, "you wrote in it?"

You squint at him, curling your lip. You shrug. You bought the book. Who cares if you added a few annotations in the margins.

"How could you write in it?" He sneers.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Don't be stupid," he tilts his head, "I know you remember me."

"Mmmm," you drone dully and slide the book from under his hand.

Silence. Still and suffocating. You have nothing to say to him and it seems he approached without a clear plan. You really don't understand what his end goal would be. He can go find the book somewhere else.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" He hisses.

"Excuse me?" You glare at him above your laptop.

"Sure seems like you don't."

"It's a history project. I can figure it out."

"Hmph," he wrinkles his nose, "well, I am a font of knowledge on the subject."

"Really? What are your credentials?"

"I don't need a piece of paper to tell me what I know," he scoffs.

"So you know nothing?"

"Watch it, girl."

"Or what?" You blink, shocked by the interlaced threat.

He laughs darkly and crosses his arms, "you think you're smart."

You shake your head, "I'm studying, so... that's the goal."

He shifts and leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. He watches you as you ignore him for the blinking cursor on the screen.

"When a man talks to you, are you usually so rude?" He asks.

You nearly recoil. You give a scoff of your own. What year is this?

"I don't know you," your eyes dart up to meet his, "and I don't want to know you. Why would you even--"

"I'm not ugly," he says, a jarring statement. You wouldn't argue, he isn't hideous; on the outside. "And I offered to help. So..."

"Yeah, but you're not nice either."

You shut the book and snap closed your laptop. If he won't go, you will. You stand and he does too. He's big. You might be tall but he's a brick wall.

"Where are you going?" He asks, almost stupidly. That stern, empty cadence of him is almost robotic.

"Away from you."

"Why?"

You furrow your brows. Really? Is it not obvious?

"I'm talking to you. Asking you questions about yourself. It's small talk."

You let out a long 'um', not able to come up with anything else.

"Geralt," he offers his hand in an overly formal manner.

You can't respond. You don't understand what the hell is going on? You might be a social hermit but this man is entirely inept.

"I don't meet many people interested in mythology, but--"

"I'm not interested, dude."

He sputters, "why?"

"Because... you're a jerk," you shove your things in your bag and zip it up. "Wow, are you really that oblivious?"

You see his eyes scanning as he thinks. It's almost like he's never reflected on his own behaviour. You can't imagine why he is still looking for a friend.

"So... you're not going to tell me your name?" He asks at last.

"Bro, I'm about to scream," you warn as you shoulder your bag, "just get out of my way."

You swipe your smoothie off the table and take a step forward. He doesn't move at first. He stares you down as you steel yourself, glancing at the employees behind the counter.

"What school do you go to?" He asks.

Your head nearly explodes. You have never been so lost in a conversation. You grip the strap of your bag tight and set your jaw.

"Move," you grit out, heart racing.

He pulls his chin back as if surprised. He steps away and waves you out from behind the table. You slowly walk forward, swallowing as you try not to shake.

"I'll figure it out," he mutters.

"What?" You spin back to him.

"I said," he turns to face you, sitting again and taking his cup to sip on the straw. He pops his mouth off, "have a good day."

#geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #dark geralt #dark!geralt #the witcher #drabble #au #bookstore au #series #common knowledge #harald halfdansson #harald x reader #harald finehair #dark!harald #dark harald #vikings

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yersina · 8 months

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concept: buddie supernatural au (the mythos. not the show.)

buck is like the werewolf coded character ever, so ofc that's what he is. he's a werewolf who grew up in a family of werewolves who never made him feel like part of a pack, so he’s trying so desperately to seek connection wherever he can get it. (no, that’s not right—maddie was always pack to him, but then she left with that vampire doug. she always smells a bit like blood now in a way that rubs him wrong, but she’s still staunchly, if tiredly, loyal whenever he nudges her about it, and it hurts to have the reminder that at the end of the day, he’s not her first choice. she’s still pack, she’ll always be pack, but there’s something broken and frayed there now that buck can’t poke at without wanting to break down, so he doesn’t.)

“you go, i go,” connor says, and buck hears pack, so he tags along.

“no man left behind,” the recruiter tells him, and buck hears pack, so he signs himself up for training.

“welcome to the 118,” bobby tells him, and buck still hears pack, but he’s long past trusting his ears.

but things get better. they get worse, first—he’s reminded that humans always find it easier to break bonds than werewolves—but then he’s hired again and saving lives and part of the team. and he has abby, who smells a bit like sickness and a lot like worry the first time he actually meets her, but she has a smile like the moon and always, always picks up the phone when he calls her.

(and then abby goes to europe, and she stops picking up the phone as often. buck doesn’t think of it as leaving him. he doesn’t. he doesn’t.)

the day that eddie shows up and buck catches a whiff of his scent, he’s... confused. the guy absolutely reeks of the sea, in a way that makes no sense if he's telling the truth about being in the army for several years before this. he should smell like sand and gunpowder, but instead buck is reminded of walks along the beach, and with a faint hint of fur and fish, too.

and then he sees the leather jacket that eddie hangs up in his locker.

“damn, this looks like high quality if i’ve ever seen it,” hen says, eyebrows raised, and they practically leap off her face when she catches both of them stiffening when she reaches for it. “oookay. i’ll just. go over there?”

“you brought it with you?” buck hisses at eddie when she’s out of earshot.

“you know what it is?” eddie narrows his eyes. “werewolf? vampire? fairy?” he sniffs the air and then snorts. “werewolf. got it.”

“don’t you have like a—like a box or something to keep it in for safekeeping? a safe?” literally anywhere other than the fire house.

“why don’t you leave my personal belongings to me?” eddie slams his locker door shut. “and the lockbox thing is a stereotype.”

great.

but then they pull a grenade from a man’s leg and they work in a kind of harmony that buck’s never felt before with anyone else on the team, the kind that makes his blood sing and howl in his veins, and eddie says “you can have my back any day” and buck, despite everything, still hears pack.

eddie keeps his seal skin with him because he’s had it stolen once. or—stolen is a strong word, it would never hold up in any human court, but instinct doesn't care about semantics, and he’d ended up married anyway. so he always keeps it with him, he always knows where it is, and if he can’t fit it on under or over whatever uniform he's wearing at the time, it’s going in his locker and right back on his person at the end of his shift.

buck still gives him weird looks for it from time to time, like he can’t quite believe that eddie’s willing to take his coat with him outside of his house at all, but he quickly accepts it as the status quo and at least stops questioning him about it. besides, it’s not as if buck’s completely innocent on the supernatural front either. eddie’s never seen any other werewolf take a work shift on a full moon, and even though buck practically vibrates through his shift, he makes it through the night without so much as a five o’clock shadow.

“skipped your pack run?” he asks when they’re all changing back into their civvies. he instantly regrets the question when buck’s shoulders hitch up around his ears in the very picture of uncomfortable.

“i, uh. i have you guys,” buck says with a painful looking smile. shit. “i’ll see you on wednesday, man.”

“buck—” and he’s gone.

he doesn’t even get the chance to work up the courage to ask what that was all about because shannon. shannon.

there’s a lot of anger and betrayal and misunderstanding tangled up in their relationship, but there’s love there still, too. and christopher. always christopher. but then he lets it slip that she’s back in his life now, and buck—

“you're fucking with me, right?” buck’s voice is so flat that it doesn’t even sound like a question.

eddie sighs. “buck—”

“she’s the one who took your coat, right? that’s why you married her? why you had to marry her?”

“buck, it’s not that simple—”

“and now you let her back in, easy as that? you're not even a little bit mad?”

“of course i’m mad!” eddie yells. buck flinches. “but i left her too. it’s complicated, buck.”

despite all the jokes that the rest of the 118 make about buck and his golden retriever, frat boy energy, he’s always been good at thinking on his feet and memorizing facts and putting the pieces of a mystery together. “she gave you back your coat,” he says slowly, like he’s turning the idea over in his mind while he says it. “that’s why you enlisted. you were running. you were free.” eddie doesn’t deny it fast enough. “eddie.”

“like i said. it’s complicated.”

buck shakes his head slowly, eyes wide and wary like eddie’s a stranger that he’s never seen before. “doesn't sound complicated to me.”

the bell rings. eddie’s never been so grateful for a three-alarm fire in his life.

see, the thing is, everything buck is saying is true. shannon is the one who ended up with his coat. eddie did enlist after she gave his coat back. but that ignores everything before and after and in-between. shannon didn’t purposefully take his coat or hide it from him either, and she’d given it back when eddie had been forced to explain when chris would be born with his own coat. and despite everything, despite the fact that he knew he loved her, knew he loved chris—he still chose to leave. he thought he’d been sending a message when he’d chosen something with a built-in return date, a quiet ‘i’ll be back eventually, i promise’ but apparently not.

like he said—it’s complicated.

the universe decides to take that as a challenge, as it always does. shannon, the tsunami, the lawsuit—it’s all so much, all the time, and eddie doesn’t really tune back in to the world until he’s trapped forty feet below the ground, surrounded by water and missing his goddamn coat.

“really?” he asks the muddy tomb around him. “now?”

but the water is an old friend, as always, and he’s much less likely to die of hypothermia or shock from the cold than the average human, so he grits his teeth and dives below the surface. when he crawls his way back to his team, it’s buck that greets him first, pulling him into a hug that’d be painfully tight to a human and smelling of wet fur and tears. “i wasn’t sure you—i knew you’d survive the water, but all the mud on top of you—”

“i’m here,” eddie says, because what else can he say? “i made it.”

he gets bundled up in a blanket and carted off to a paramedic to get checked out, but he doesn’t forget the way buck’s shoulders shook against his own.

eddie gets shot and buck falls to fucking pieces because that’s his p—that’s his fucking best friend and now buck knows what his blood feels like on his hands and in his mouth. and he follows eddie all the way to the hospital, all the way to the double doors that he’s never been allowed past, before he remembers—

christopher.

so he stays with eddie’s kid, takes care of him like he’s his own—like eddie would take care of him—and tries not to break down with every lungful of eddieandchris scented air that he takes in their house.

when buck gets that call from ana, he throws himself into action, tugging on a jacket with one hand and juggling his phone with the other so he can make sure that christopher will be safe at home with carla while he rushes to the hospital. to eddie.

ana’s presence hardly registers when he bursts into that hospital room and sees eddie on the bed. his scent is weak and laced with the smell of disinfectant and chemicals but his smile is still warm and alive and oh, buck missed him.

“h-hey,” buck stammers, pulling up short next to the bed. he’s not sure if he should or even can pick up eddie’s hand. can he touch? will eddie break? “i—i made sure that no one touched your stuff at the firehouse, your coat’s still safe, i promise, and—and chris is at home, i’ve been staying with him, making sure that he’s okay—did you know he’s been doing a good job in science class?—and i told carla to wait for a video call maybe, if you’re up to it, so—”

“buck.” and then all of the words spilling from his mouth come to a trembling halt when eddie puts a hand on his arm. “hey. breathe.” buck sucks in a reedy breath. “everything you did was perfect. thank you.”

buck’s exhale shakes. “yeah?”

the smile that eddie gives him could rival the sun in its warmth. “yeah.”

and then later, after eddie’s been discharged—

“you’re not expendable,” eddie says. “if i die, i want you to take care of christopher,” eddie says. buck’s blood is roaring in his ears.

oh.

OH.

all he hears is he’s yours too.

“eddie,” he chokes out. he dives for eddie, burrowing into his surprised embrace and wishing he could wrap his furry body around eddie and smother him with licks and kisses because human comfort just doesn’t compare sometimes. instead, he settles for tucking eddie’s face into the curve of his neck, right where buck’s the most vulnerable.

it’s not the same, he chants to himself, it doesn’t mean the same thing to him as it does to you, but that doesn’t matter over the triumphant roar of PACK in his veins. packs share pups. that’s the whole point of packs—so the children can grow up safely, surrounded by family. and eddie just gave him his.

he would’ve taken care of chris without the confirmation—already has been, really—but it feels entirely different to have the words out in the open, to know that eddie feels the same way. mine, he thinks with vicious satisfaction and something that feels a little too similar to relief, twisting his fingers tighter into eddie’s shirt. mine mine mine mine mine.

“thank you,” he whispers into eddie’s collarbone. “this means. uh. a lot. thank you.”

“hey.” buck can feel eddie’s confusion in the way his body doesn’t quite know whether to lean in or not, but it doesn’t make his voice any less warm. “i’m just making it official, yknow? i want someone who’d fight for him as hard as i would. and i know that’s you. it’s been you.”

“mhm.” buck’s hardly listening anymore. he just curls up and lets himself breathe out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. i’ve found them, he thinks. the missing pieces to my puzzle.

#sina rambles #sina writes #911 #911 show #buddie #supernatural au #was originally worried that it’d be weird for Eddie to be a selkie but yknow what he gets it from his mom’s side #not pictured here: buck chasing seal!eddie up and down the beach on the full moons #strange things that I researched for this include how good seals are at smelling and actual wolf pack dynamics #not that either of those really made a huge impact lmao

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sukimas · 7 months

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the hifuu CDs are pretty classically lovecraftian if you actually think about what the meaning of the word is. merry is pretty much the platonic ideal of the lovecraft protagonist (except, of course, in that she's irish and a woman)- poking around in an old family tradition that's been forbidden, uncovering things that few truly believe are a threat in her era, and eventually becoming one of those things herself.

this isn't every lovecraft protagonist, of course, but it is most of those that survive for more than a single story. the difference with merry is that she embraces it while still human, which is uncommon for recurring lovecraft protagonists. but it's not just her, either- the excitable companion who has far greater knowledge of the occult than the protagonist but fears it very little is there in renko, too. really what with the heavy emphasis on a family history of the occult (as opposed to, say, kosuzu, where the poking and prodding began with her generation) i have to wonder if it's an intentional send-up of the idea? ZUN's definitely played call of cthulhu thanks to the endings of HRTP, and he wants to create a "touhou mythos", so it's not unlikely at all that he's read the original works. much to think about

#embrace all that is not #touhou #hifuu #consider randolph carter's time loop

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dinoserious · 7 days

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please? please? please?

#poke mythos #baby gira #pokemon #giratina #sketch #young gira was definitely a bit of a menace and trying to get playtime out of anyone (dialga palkia or arceus) that it could #''plaaaaaay with meeeeeeee OvO''

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tutumydear · 1 year

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Hey what happened to the River that had the heartshard of curiosity?

I mean Desire for Knowledge yadda yadda

Are they… dead? I know after Tutu removed the shard, the River wah-wah-wahed them back up to the surface. Was that really them doing it, or Mytho/Tutu? Probably the latter. Maybe they turned back into inanimate matter, like the Lamp Lady? That would be a little bit sad to me.

At least the Lamp got to go home with Duck and keep her company and be needed, like how she wanted all along.

The River can’t ask questions anymore, or poke or prod anyone for answers.

The only moment I remember where we visit them again, off the top of my head, is when Duck is moping around the riverbank being all, “I suck.”

Which is not new information for them bbygirl - I’m kidding lmao

But seriously. I feel bad that they don’t get to thirst for knowledge anymore. Was that really a terrible heartshard to hold onto while it lasted?

I have to go find a river to trauma dump on until they fix all my problems with their invasive questions byeeee

#princess tutu #ptutu #princess tutu ramble #lamp spirit #why why bridge #ahiru #mytho

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papakhan · 8 months

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related to my last post but i think itd be a fun side of wasteland lore for this mytho around Papa Khan to be a total incomprehensible mess that Sun has to deal with and just roll his eyes about (and is partly why he doesnt actually tell Anyone who he is/who hes related to) i mean theres stuff like him "inheriting" the crimes of Garl Death Hand and Darion which means Sun will also inherit them if Papa dies but then theres also just stuff like people believing Papa is called Papa because hes sired a lot of children and theres so many hiers to the great khans running around when in actuality theres just one

i think as well that people specifically in the ncr's higher ups so like Cassandra Moore and some rangers think they have a MAJOR problem on their hands because they cant for the life of them track down any of these supposed heirs their only lead is theres some rumblings around the outer vegas area that one might be laying low over there but whenever someone shows up in Westside to poke around Sun can smell undercover cops from a mile off and loves lying so he just kinda messes with them meanwhile to everyone else in Westside Sun is literally just this guy who organises trade and caravans for red rock and he kinda has the air of someone whod make you go [old lady voice] "what a charming young man" so no one really wants to rat him out

so every time Moore sends someone to westside and she thinks shes super close to finding someone to like assassinate to disrupt the khans and her guys come back like "yeah there were a few khans there and they were all kind of jackasses and the guy who seemed to be running stuff just said he hauls boxes for papa and his heir wouldnt be doing something so lowly so still nothing"

i actually think sun loves making up stories about these other "papa kids" hell be like "yeah watch out for the eldest one i heard he killed the viper priestess with her own fang dagger yeah hes really cool looks kinda like me but missing a finger on the other hand" and the other khans hes with are just nodding vigorously

#I just put this in my discord but I changed my mind about feeling cringe so we're back #Txt #Oc tag: Sun

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inkyvendingmachine · 2 years

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We’d Like Off TGBP’s Wild Ride, Thanks Season 3, Episodes 13

💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀 🎶 Call of Cthulhu Season Three Masterpost 🎶

Warning: This campaign is an edited version of Call of Cthulhu: Song and Dance scenario from the Tales of the Crescent City book. While a lot has been changed, there IS spoilers for it throughout these posts.

Another special shoutout to @bertrumstrousers for content in this episode!!! :3c

ART CHANGES THIS SEASON!! @inkdemonapologist and I are collabing on all the art for these summery posts!! Shazz does lines, and I compose and colour the pieces.

Approaching Coney island in two vehicles just as the park is closing, Joey (with Bendy), Henry, Prophet, Jack, Peter, Allison and Leon are ready to try and find the kidnapped Colette, their final missing angel. Most of the people at the park are clearing out as rides start to shut down, getting through the final lines of the evening and taking any funds that are left to take; Joey doesn’t hesitate in shelling out the money to officially buy everyone tickets into the park. It’s along the beach front so it makes a little sense to still want to view the evening sky or whatever…

Instead they beeline directly to Dragons Gorge, a ride that’s already in the process of closing up for the night. The latest prophecy said The Lost Harbor lies beneath the fiend's domain, and Coney Island aficionado Joey was reminded during TGBP's bragging at the contest that there used to be a different attraction under a certain monster themed ride: a 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea ride...and there's something else familiar about the place...

On the way over, Bendy remarks to Prophet that they really should come back here sometime!! And Prophet gives the place an… appraising look…. sure, we’ll call it that.

Outside of the entrance stand two very familiar statues for anyone who suffered the visions from the one day Prophet called for help… the 'fiends' he saw weren't any sort of earthy beast or even mythos monster, they're the 45 foot tall dragon statues flanking the Dragon's Gorge ride. which, maybe Joey would have pieced together sooner if he had been involved in those visions but noooooo he had to have a different special talk didn’t he. While they’re trying to look for a backdoor in, Prophet ends up getting a nosebleed from trying to push his mythos/ink sensing whatever farther than he should. Joey mouths a (what did you do???) at him not even expecting an answer, but also tries to poke Bendy and see if he remembers anything else from the vision that might let them know how to get in, but there’s been no supernatural enter here signs given.

So instead, Joey attempts the good ol’ shoe in the door when a crew member walks out. He manages to get his head in to see where this particular back entrance leads, and instead makes eye contact with an employee in a break room. Hm. this isn’t what we were looking for. Of course, Joey does his usual pretend-he-just-belongs-here-and-nothing-is-wrong and asks where they can go to get to the service area under the ride? This question doesn’t really work on the employee Joey first interacted with, but at least he manages to not tip them off that maybe he’s not supposed to be back here.

But… while this is happening, Joey notices another employee hanging around nearby, listening in with interest whenever a few hints at what they’re looking for is revealed. Also the kid’s shoes are leaving quite a lot to be desired. So Joey thanks the first employee, closes the door, and then without any hesitation walks up to this kid and asks him point blank what he knows. This shocks the kid, but he quickly spills what's in his thoughts: He was wondering if Joey was being pranked, actually, and was going to warn him against it. See, this kid’s been under the ride before, it’s all rusty and not a great place to be and he really felt he was going to die or something…. So yeah, if Joey’s being sent that way, it’s probably for a prank, like he was that day.

Prophet interjects to ask how he found himself there, which makes the kid jump again of course because YOUR EYES SIR,,,, but everyone else seems to be chill with this so uhhhhhhh.

ok.

The kid gets into more detail about the prank he was dragged into, tho hesitates on giving specifics until Joey spins his story right back at him, informing him they’re looking for a friend who might have been wrongfully sent down there, and they’re worried about her. That’s enough for the kid to lead them over to a different service door, where Joey assists in sneaking everyone in, and then eventually to a hatch in the floor in a corner.

Joey slips him a five and tells him to get new shoes. The group descends.

The under ride is just as dilapidated and spooky as the kid insisted. Dragon's Gorge used to be a different ride -- but while that old contraption is shut down, the previous submarine-like experience in the water had never been removed, and now just had a bunch of rusty grating put over it. Off across the way is a single lit maintenance door, and around in the general area is just a lot of old, moldy decorations, port holes filled with melting dioramas left to time… and a sign.

WELL THAT’S,,, FAMILIAR TO A FEW OF THEM, PROBABLY SHOULD HEAD THAT WAY. SURE AM GLAD TWO MUSICIANS DIDN’T GET KIDNAPPED DOWN HERE WITH HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR US TO FIGURE OUT WE NEEDED TO HEAD IN THIS DIRECTION

Anyways.

So while the Prophet was pointing out the sign, and most of the group was busy being wary of the abandoned ride they found themselves in, a third thing was noticed… Something moving, reaching in the water…. WHICH SHOULD BE FINE.

THERE'S NO AQUATIC CREATURES AT ALL IN CTHULHU MYTHOS SURELY IT'S JUST

FISH………………..

This is pointed out and Henry, who is still acting a little... off... is immediately ready with a stick to whack it. Bendy and Joey end up volunteering to go across first, since Bendy is probably the only one who can react quick enough here if whatever-it-is under them tries anything fishy (pun intended). But like… even so, uh, please be ready to beat it up???

Allison joins Henry by pulling out a machete from her hand bag.

Joey starts across, and indeed manages to find a fall-away grate piece, specifically hinged to drop someone into the water below. But Bendy assists with helping him leap across without issue, and after making sure the water creature isn’t planning on just crawling up to join them, the rest of the group warily makes their way across, being ready to find the same sort of traps along the way.

Prophet immediately activates another one of those holes he was just warned aout, and manages to catch himself on the edge and scramble out before whatever in the water manages to grab him. So of course Joey and Prophet get into an argument while Jack looks around to find an actual safe path for everyone to traverse. The rest of the group gets across without incident to the maintenance door, at which point Prophet points out that something’s lurking in the shadows over there.

Whatever it is, it seems to have a shine to it, and is actively crouching and moving backwards, not exactly wanting to engage with the group. But also it’s tall… little bigger than anyone here. Jack pulls out his flashlight from the bag of possibly needed supplies he’s been carrying this entire time, and hands it to Joey to use it, while Prophet tries to sneak closer to see it.

The light shows off a very nice suit, on a very large body, which is topped with not a human head, but some kind of steam making engine contraption thingy. How do they know it makes steam?? Well because it immediately makes a terrible shrieking sound and throws a bunch of hot steam at the two the moment light is shined on it!!!!! Prophet scrambles out of the way, shoving Joey into the wall, where he takes damage from both that and getting hit with the steam on his arm, causing both himself and Bendy to yelp in pain.

WELL.

THAT’S ON YOUR CONSCIOUS NOW, HUH PROPHET???

The weird head-replaced thing shoves itself deeper into the junk and tries to hide away, and the group takes the hint that neither of them feel like interacting with each other and move on. Henry helps Joey up while he attempts to recompose himself, since well, he’s not good with pain…

Prophet does end up asking if they’re feeling alright, in which Bendy admits while Joey stays silent assuming the question isn’t for him, that Joey is indeed now burnt because of that. Prophet says he’ll be more attentive next time… but still in a way that probably is only @ Bendy lmao. get wrecked joey. But Bendy is looking out for his friend, and tries to maybe put some ink over it and help protect the burns or… something while they press forwards. It’s not making them feel better though, especially as a new wave of dizziness washes over Joey, like his sense of balance is starting to drain from him…

Meanwhile, Jack’s having a few flashbacks to NOLA… and the last time he met people with metallic heads, the last time he befriended them… Peter is having similar flashbacks, but in more of a “hey lets maybe not get chased around again thanks” way.

But for now, they head in through the door to the next area. It actually looks like a sort of maintance room, but instead of just a few things for fixing stuff around the ride, it’s more like a working area for… building stuff? Including a desk near the front that happens to contain… an audio log?

Meanwhile, Leon is trying to get Joey to let him patch up his hands, but Joey is extremely insistent on them pushing forwards, not even taking time to listen through the entire tape. Jack however, has a pretty good idea of who that figure with the engine for a head was out in the hall, and wants to see if… maybe they can help him? He managed to get through to Norman before, after all… Peter stays with him as he starts to hang back, and Prophet soon enough also notices the missing sheep and heads back as well.

There’s the sound of groaning metal, and Joey has fully determined he’s not getting his hands checked out. Leon, Allison, and Henry trail after him, a little bit behind as they notice some yellow circles and markings on the ground that someone maybe chose to ignore for the sake of moving on.

Joey walks towards the door on the other side of the room, not paying attention to the piles of junk around him, and not noticing that the metal sound he was hearing… wasn’t from the ride above.

It was from the whipper ride right next to him, as it swung to life and knocked him off his feet, catching him in one of the ride cars and continuing to spin him around.

Henry jumps around the shelves as he notices this, grabs an ax that was attached to the wall, and prepares to, y’know, fIGHT AN AMUSEMENT PARK RIDE??? Somewhere in all this, familiar British ranting has started up.

There doesn’t seem to be any giant off switches or cords to pull to stop the ride from whirling, and the circles under it can be identified as similar to the same magic used to squish spirits into humans, from back at the apartment. But this one apparently squished Bertrum’s head into his own amusement park ride… At least we were already working on a way to undo that for other reasons.

Meanwhile, in the other area, Jack does hear all the yelling and ranting and mechanical sounds from the ride and yelps of pain happening, and also runs back in, staring with Prophet at at this whirling amusement park ride that… still has Joey in it. Unmoving. Not responding…

Well. Actually. Someone is responding. It’s Bendy, who is freaking out, and yelling that he’s lost Joey and he doesn’t know what to do and he’s just trying to hang on for dear life!! HELP!!!!

Henry starts chanting some other creepy spell. Prophet immediately recognizes this spell: it’s a compulsion spell! Something that, long ago in Haiti, had been turned on Henry, he’s now trying to use to get the ride to maybe slow down and stop?? Anything??? Nobody knows how to fight an amusement park ride actually, holding the ax just looks real cool. Allison tries to distract it, but it’s not caring about her in the slightest.

Okay well, Jack’s going to run back to the other room and try to … call out? To the figure they saw before?? Ask if… if any of Bertrum Piedmont is still in there?

There’s a puff of emphatic steam.

Jack mentions he wants to help… and gets another puff of steam, as it comes out of it’s hiding spot. Peter has joined Jack, staying back some but ready to help. Jack does manage to get some kind of half communication going, and finds out that this engine-headed Bertrum can see, and is willing to assist in helping with the other side…

Meanwhile, Prophet has taken out one of the weapons he was handed earlier, which was one of the gun that came from Timothee’s stash, and takes aim at the head inside the ride, waiting first to see if Henry’s spell works.

Well… it certainly pops off, but not in the right direction, and instead of getting the ride to ‘stop’, Henry locks up and falls over himself. The machine tries to throw Joey at them, but instead stutters itself and gets locked into place for a moment. Prophet sees this and tries to shoot it, but misses still, so he tries again and– Jams the gun!! COOL. Prophet drops the gun and decides to just run through while he has the chance and go fix what needs to be actually fixed while the rest of the group deals with this nuisance.

Jack, meanwhile, has entered the room with steam-engine head Bertrum, (everyone takes sanity damage from that ™) and introduces the two halves to each other. They both have kinda… slowed down and stopped to stare at each other… Unfortunately, the car that Joey’s in is up in the air, so Allison and Henry can only call to Bendy in concern.

But it seems the two Bertrums are having… what could resemble a conversation????? It sounds like the big machine one thinks these guys are all here to finish them off once and for all, at which point Jack steps forwards and makes sure it’s known that’s NOT true, they’re not here to do that, and actually they’ve seen this before and might be able to help… reverse it? But they will need cooperation for that to happen!

And he manages to actually get through! Turns out, Bertrum isn’t too thrilled to been shoved into his art, and he’d like off. Or out, i guess.

The machine lowers the car that Joey’s in, and Henry is able to go over and pull him out. He’s not dead, and Bendy can kinda confirm he’s not actively dying, but both his legs are broken and Joey still hasn’t gained consciousness from all of this yet… At least they have reason to pause and try to help him before dealing directly with the Bertrum issues, since Joey IS the one who knows the most about magic like this.

Meanwhile, Prophet has snuck off to the next room, and found a new gun to shoot.

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#call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx #joey drew #Henry Stein #sammy lawrence #Jack Fain #peter sunstram #it's not a cthulhu season until one of the title cards looks completely different from the rest

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fakirchan · 1 year

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babe stop dissecting me

my date: 😃 ooh lung!!

me: hey knock it off!

date: brain! 🫵😲 poke poke

me: sto—Fakir Wrong For Treating Mytho Like That

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tunglo · 9 months

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repost of an old blog post for my new Ken era...

Today [March 13th] is Ken Day! Kenneth Sean "Ken" Carson first hit store shelves in 1961 and, in a move that preceded reality TV by a decade or three, we all got to watch as Barbie met the man of her dreams.

Since then Ken has gone through almost as many incarnations as Barbie herself and had over 40 different careers. In celebration of all that fantastic plastic, here are just ten of the top Ken dolls produced over the years...

The 'fun' of shaving Ken has been a staple of his repertoire over the years; there are versions from 1996, 1999, 2010, and 2019.

But, as ever, it's the original that's best. Here is 1979's Sport & Shave Ken. Not only did he come with this spiffing tennis outfit, he also had a shaving mug, two 'razors', and a marker pen of your very own to draw on Ken's facial hair...

According to the brochure: "It's Ken with a whole new look for the 1980s. He's athletic. He's all man."

Indeed.

Cool Times Ken.

Never has a name been quite so misleading.

There's a reason Pixar went with this Ken era for the Toy Story movies, and it certainly wasn't because of Ken's close relationship with the concept of cool.

Sometimes your problem is not that Ken has too much facial hair. It's that he just doesn't have enough. Luckily 1972's Mod Hair Ken had you covered. The same idea was utilised again in 1975 for The Now Look Ken, except this time around his hair was longer to capture the true essence of mid 70s cool.

Ken has been a doctor many times - 1963, 1992, 1995, 1996, 1997, 2011, 2018 - but 1987's offering beats the rest hands down. Not only is Ken a doctor, but you can fold the lapels of his shiny nylon medical coat down and he's ready for a night of wining and dining!

What a doll.

What more can I say?

According to Keeping Ken, this shot with Wedding Day Alan was an official Mattel postcard

In 1993 Mattel redesigned Ken to fulfil little girls' requests that Barbie's beau be cooler. Ken was now so cool he was attracting interest from all quarters, including the US gay community who were sure Ken's cock ring necklace came straight - heh - from the club scene. As a result Earring Magic Ken sold out for Christmas '93, and remains the best selling Ken doll of all time in spite of Mattel discontinuing and recalling the doll once they realised Ken's secret was out of the closet...

In 2010 Mattel released Sugar Daddy Ken, so named - they say - because he owns a little dog called Sugar.

Hmmm.

Back in 2004, just in time for Valentine's Day, Barbie ditched Ken in favour of Australian surfer dude, Blaine. Blaine O'Hare - or at least his face sculpt - began life in 1998 when Totally Yo-Yo Skipper was initially set to gain a new friend called Zach. Though he never actually made it into production, his features were used for 1999's Generation Girl Dance Party Blaine.

The Generation Girl line followed Barbie's time at high school in NYC, introducing a variety of new friend dolls and spawning another Blaine in 2000. When he returned in 2004 Blaine had wisely dropped the 'curtains' hairstyle and traded in New York for California. In this continuity the pair met through Blaine's younger sister, Summer, who was good friends with Barbie.

In fact, voting was held through the Barbie.com website to determine who Cali Girl Barbie ought to go for - Ken, Blaine, long time pal Steven, another newcomer named Diego, or stay single. We all know how that went. Ken went away to lick his wounds for a couple of years, but in 2006 he was back with a new look. It wasn't enough for Barbie to take him back though and the pair remained 'just good friends' until another PR campaign saw them get back together in 2011.

The Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse webseries is awesome.

Launched in May 2012, it pokes fun at the entire Barbie mythos and did more to give Ken a personality than any other Mattel project. We learn that Ken loves inventing, is addicted to sherbet, and suffers from Hyper Cuteness Sensitivity Disorder...

This year Ken is finally taking control of his own destiny. Well. His own laundry, at any rate...

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