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gamerbearmira · 7 months

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You know, I always loved fairytales, and those episodes of TV shows where the characters are part of a fairytale or in a fairytale setting were always fun for me. A fairytale AU would be super cool, where the Madrigals are all royalty, and each Madrigal is the protagonist of a different fairytale.

Alma is the beauty from Beauty and the Beast, Pedro didn't die, he was cursed and ran away after an angry mob attacked him, he hides in a dark castle in order to protect his family from the angry mob and watches over his family from a distance, whether or not Alma knows what happened is up for debate.

Julieta is the princess from the Princess and the Frog, Agustin is the frog of course, that's why he's so clumsy, the story is basically the same as Julieta helps Agustin break his curse.

Pepa is the Snow Queen, after being bullied as a child for her weather powers, she shuts herself off from others until Felix, the Kai of the story, comes along, he can only sees the bad in the world due to a shard of the cursed mirror in his eye but doesn't see fault in Pepa's perfect snowflakes, Pepa falls in love and helps Felix's sister, the Gerda of the story, break the curse of the mirror shard.

Bruno is the protagonist of The Golden Goose, he wanders into the jungle to hide from bullies and offers some of the food he has on him to an old man, who guides him to the Golden Goose, as Bruno makes his way back home, many people try and steal feathers from the goose and end up getting stuck, they are only freed when Bruno comes home and his family ignores the goose as they embrace him, as he had been gone for hours and they had been worried.

Isabela is Sleeping Beauty, cursed at birth by an evil fairy to prick her finger and sleep forever unless she is given a kiss of true love, when she pricks her finger, everyone thinks Mariano can break the curse, but of course he isn't her true love, so it doesn't work, Julieta ends up being the one to break the curse with a forehead kiss.

Dolores is Cinderella, after Mariano discovers he isn't Isabela's true love, he holds a ball to try and find his true love, Alma is very embarrassed by what happened with Isabela and refuses to let any Madrigal attend, so Dolores has to sneak out with the help of her fairy godmother, when she leaves her shoe behind and Mariano starts looking for her, she ends up coming clean to her family and admitting her feelings for Mariano so she can try on the shoe.

Luisa is the princess from The Princess and the Pea, she gets lost in a different kingdom during a trip and seeks shelter at the kingdom's castle, the Queen doesn't believe Luisa is a real Princess due to her 'un-princess-ly stature' and gives her the pea test, the next day the rest of the Madrigals show up at the palace begging for help to find Luisa, Alma and Julieta give the Queen an earfull when they're told what happened, and poor Luisa is given a week off of chores to rest.

Camilo is Jack from Jack and the Beanstalk, he trades a piece of jewelry for the magic beans, he didn't really believe the beans were magical he just didn't like the jewelry he had and wanted to get rid of it, once the beanstalk grows, he climbs it out of curiosity and takes the opportunity to cause some mischief when he finds the giant, including stealing a goose that lays golden eggs and a harp that plays itself, needless to say he gets in massive trouble when he gets home and Alma returns the items to the giant with a sincere apology.

Mirabel is Little Red Riding Hood, Alma is visiting her family who lives on the other side of the jungle when she gets sick, since she's too sick to make the journey back home, Julieta sends Mirabel with a basket of food to help her get better, the 'wolf' she encounters is actually her Abuelo Pedro, still cursed, he keeps Mirabel safe on her journey and Mirabel is able to reunite Pedro and Alma.

Antonio is the Pied Piper of Hamelin, he uses his flute to help with a rat infestation and decides to keep the rats as pets, but when people start bullying him for having rats as pets, calling the rats disgusting and Antonio himself diseased, he releases the rats back into the town until they apologize, both to him and the rats.

I LOVE FAIRYTALES TOO!!! THEY’RE SO SILLY!!!

All of these are so cool and fit so well. Tbh I like Alma, Luisa, Mirabel, Antonio and Pepa’s. I mean all of them are so rad, but those have my heart‼️‼️ They’re all so unique and. Love how some of them tie into each other. And all of them fit so well with each of the Madrigals and that is just so cool tbh. Love seeing AUs like that. AND PEDRO MENTIONED 🗣️🗣️🗣️ YEAHHHHHH

Wanted to draw Alma and Pepa but didn’t :((((

LOVE THIS AU RAHHHHHH 🗣️🗣️🤠🤠🤠🤠🦅🦅🦅🦅

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cookie-crumblr · 7 months

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Hype Train! Little Mouse~

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 1~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2

Hype Train! 1, Part 1, here!

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, pet names ( pretty, pretty girl, little mouse, mousy, ), option for multiple partners(not poly or romantic, purely sexual) knife play, chase/primal play, blood play, blood consuming, almost oral on f!,

from this point on anything on “Hype Train! Caged Birds” will be the pregnancy path! i will be posting “Hype Train! Little Mouse!” parts as well, which will be the NON pregnancy path! Love y’all! hope you will enjoy 😚✨

“Are you serious?”

Jasper’s smile reminds you of a cat about to play with it’s meal.

“Really? What’s your plan anyway?” You swallow, “And…” you pause, looking over the cute gray and pink ears and tail. “Why a mouse…”

“You’re perfect prey, pretty. Why not a mouse~” His voice takes on an almost growl, fueled by a rapt starvation.

You take a deep breath in fruitless effort to calm your pounding heart, “O-okay… But then, why the maid dress…?”

“Personal preference” His grin widens showing off those fangs again.

At least he’s honest.

“Well… W-what if i can’t tell you apart?”

“Isn’t that part of the fun?? hmmm?”

“Oh! sorry, forgot my eyes!” Dev.In chimes in, and their eyes dim…

You can no longer tell them apart at all. You know Jasper was on the left…. Wait… O-or was that just Dev.In on the left. Their left? or your left… Wait no that doesn’t matter. Fuck.

“If you can do that why even have glowing eyes in the first place?!” You’re just frustrated and find the first thing to complain about.

They both shrug in unison and say “Personal preference,” in the same voice… With the same tone and stupidly hot inflections.

You grunt and spin on your heel with the box in hands to go change somewhere, before you feel a hand on each shoulder stopping you…

Your eyes glance between each… Sure the hands look the same. same paleness, mirrored veins and black painted nails, even rings on the same fingers.

But you know they belong to two separate beings. Your sigh is shuddery and drawn out, before they both step around you, boxing you in between them.

Oh gods…

They could’ve even switched places now that you looked away.

“Why don’ cha change righ’here, Pretty little mouse~”

You look between them both as they lean around you into your peripheral veiw, and you swallow over a swiftly growing nervous lump.

“kiddin’ pretty, we’ll go and give ya a head start. Jus’member, say avocado nd sall over. Kay?” The one you’re assuming is Jasper, grabs your jaw to roughly kiss you before the both leave.

A minute later you’re changed and ready. You walk around the house, it’s huge, with floor to ceiling arched windows, looking outside as the sun is setting through the trees is nice, but you’re trying to not get too distracted.

They’re on the hunt for you.

You didn’t think it would be that fun, or scary at all… but the anticipation and the knowledge they could be anywhere is really getting you there.

They aren’t gonna hurt you, hurt you. But every slight creak in the old building, makes you more and more on edge and alert.

Your hair stands on end.

The echoing clicks of your kitten heels on the wood.

Your beating heart in your ears, to almost swearing you can even hear your blood pumping through your veins.

Just the thought of them popping out around any corner is positively… Thrilling.

Your panties are cool from the dampness in the open air beneath you.

Suddenly a thunderous cacophony of thick glass shattering erupts from behind you!

Shards falling throughout the hall are so loud, and they sound close enough to touch you, though none even get close.

SHIT! It’s really happening!!

You don’t even turn to look where that sound came from, or what it even was.

Or who made it.

You break into a sprint down the hall and through an uncountable number of doors into darkened rooms.

They did say they had a couple surprises, yet you definitely did not expect property destruction!

Eventually you find yourself at a dead end… A room with only one door in or out.

You have to hide!

Quickly your eyes scan, falling onto a large wooden desk.

You crouch under it and catch your breath. Enough time passes that you almost stand, before…

*Bang* You flinch. *Shriek*

*BANG* it’s closer this time. *SHRIEK*

*BANG!* your body is trembling. *SHRIIEEK*

something is hitting the walls outside this room.

It sounds like…

A knife?

Stabbing the wood panels in the hall, and being ripped slowly back out. You cover your ears at the screeching, shredding of wood chipping.

You feel tempted to look.

Slowly and shakily you peer around the edge of the desk.

It’s one of them, entering the room, with a sinister cat mask now adorning their face.

It really is a knife! A huge freakin knife!!!

That wasn’t in the game description either!!!

What the FUCK.

Eyes wide you wait for them to enter the room all the way and then make your move to dash out.

There’s only a few places to hide in here, they would have found you eventually.

Luckily their back was turned, they’re looking into one of the other hiding spots; a closet. Giving you yet another head start.

“Haa haa” you puff out air as you run through more hallways.

*CRASH* You hear the sound of a window shattering only seconds before an arm yanks you by the neck and knocks the air from your lungs!

“Got chu lil mousy~”

You gasp for a minute, unable to breathe from the sudden shock. You kick into the air as they hoist you up by your upper body.

You land a kick to their shin, your heel makes them hiss, and you hear them laugh lustily.

They let you go long enough for you to run, by them time you turn your head forward to look where you’re going—*SMACK* right into the other Jasper’s chest.

They’re both here now, both with the same cat masks, and both with knives.

Footsteps behind you cause you to spin. Once you’re looking away from the one you ran into, they grab you by an arm and hold their knife up to your neck.

You freeze.

Eyes wide, you contemplate the safe word…

The one that’s walking towards you freezes, as if waiting for you to say it.

When you don’t, they continue their approach.

You lock eyes with their mask.

Once they’re close enough they push the knife against your stomach through your dress.

You feel the poke and suck in reflexively.

They trail it down, down, down so slowly to your middle. Every muscle in your boxed in body tenses.

They put a little pressure down there, and you feel the point through the fabric pushing up between your folds.

You push your body back taught against the Jasper that’s behind you, making small little grunts, and twisting to get away.

The knife moves away and you breathe.

The blade against your neck presses harder and you suck in again, as if you forgot it was there.

The Jasper behind you slowly trails the arm that held yours down your body. They lift you by your left leg, you hop helplessly before your right leg is just hovering slightly above the floor.

You feel the coolness of metal on your thigh now. Front Jasper is using it to lift the fabric of your frilly skirts.

The Jasper takes your panties and cuts them open.

Your wet pussy gets hotter when the cold air roughly slaps it.

“St-stop…”

“When you say stop now, it means

be rougher, kay?”

How rough will he actually get with you?

The blade’s tip ghosts over your flesh, he gradually applies more and more pressure until you feel it slice your thigh.

You let out a hiss, as the liquid creates a warm river trickling down your leg.

The Jasper lifts his mask enough to lick your blood straight off the sharp blade.

He crouches down in front of you, and you feel a little embarrassed as he ogles your cunt.

Barely able to even wiggle in the other Jasper’s grasp, you turn your warm face away.

The one on the ground, leans forward, he squeezes your thigh hard before slapping it.

Small drops of your blood splatter across his exposed lips, he licks them, savoring your flavors.

He brings his lips to the still bleeding cut, and swipes a slow stripe up with his flattened tongue to collect as much as he can.

Then he moves his face over just a little to your exposed pussy, you can feel his breath against you, and you push yourself harder into the other Jasper.

His breath is so hot against you, the anticipation has you whining and whimpering and you hole squeezing nothing.

You crave the contact so, so bad! “Stop! Please! St-stop!!” you groan, and writhe, hoping he’ll take mercy and fuck you right now, you don’t even care with what.

He trails his blood soaked tongue up your slit before pulling away again.

He brings his face to your dripping hole, and you sigh, shuddering with excitement. “Oh my god, please,”

“Y’almost sound like ya wan’ me to continue~”

Your brow furrows. YES. You do. You let out a grunt, and switch your focus wholly to the knife against your throat, and that Jasper. “N-no! Stop! Lemme go!” You squirm.

The knife presses harder, goosebumps rise over your body, if you squirm even a little now, it feels like it’ll cut you. Your body stiffens, and you hold your breath.

You feel Jasper’s hot breath grace your quim, again “haah” he finally leans in to tease and suck at your lips, before moving to swirl around your hardened clit.

He was right. Being chased and exhausted, and just wanting it so bad, leading up to them catching you. It feels like ecstasy, it feels like a well deserved reward.

You’ve been so good!

And good girls get their rewards, don’t they.

The heat in your core becomes unbearable until—

He pulls away, “Ya know, you got us both too excited t’day, Pretty. Wha’do you say? want both our dicks inside you?”

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tma-entity-song-poll · 4 months

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Battle of the Fear Bands B1R4: The Spiral

The Distortionist:

This one was submitted twice, so I've added both pieces of propaganda below:

"Very Michael coded- a song about distortion and mirrors and nothing being what it seems."

"Just look at it okay. The title is perfect. The song itself is about a person who uses lies to get what they want and tries to cover up the cracks with more and more lies as it falls apart around them. The music video shows their body physically twisted around to visually show their twisting of the truth. And, of course, the wonderful lyrics, "Madness, it's madness/ Oh it's sickening, it's sickening/ You know, it's unfair, it's unfair/ How you distorted my reflection" which just screams Spiral."

youtube

Red Signal:

"A song about reality just completely falling apart."

youtube

Lyrics below the cut!

The distortionist:

(Something doesn't quite line up) Tears laced with cyanide flow through the cracks of a Mirror shattered long ago

And sure, I'm the one who swung the metal bat But hey, I can't control the urge! Nobody's gonna blame me for that

Impossible, impossible

Twist 'n turn it right around The details never safe or sound The truth projected through a lens with nothing proving otherwise

Now, take the time to realize, despite what you believe The victim of a massacre was none other than poor me

Surely you can see the problem I don't wanna lose my own reflection A deplorable perception of me Was none other than an image of you

(One, two, three, wait)

You're making a wreck of broken glass and leaving me a fuckin' mess! Bending light in a way that shows exactly how the story goes

Whimsical, dear, your lies are clear, now, who the hell would've ever guessed? Play my games and abide my ways, there's no way you can compensate

A monster, monster, monster, monster Now, run away, run away, run away I- I'm a monster, monster, monster, monster Now, run away, run away, run away Now, you're the monster

A glimmer of betrayal Changes my mind The odds against your favor, forever

Ignorant atrocities and colorless apologies This isn't what it looks to be I'm not as cruel as you see me

Take the time to realize, despite what you may see The mirrors cracked themselves and I was cut on the broken shards, and how I bled

Stuck in a spotlight brighter than the smile no one ever saw Bending light in a way that shows the truth that left our friends in awe

Whimsical, dear, your lies are clear, now, who the hell would've ever guessed? Play my games and abide my ways, there's no way you can compensate

Madness, it's madness Oh-ho, it's sickening, it's sickening You know it's unfair, it's unfair How you distorted my reflection

In all this madness, it's madness Oh-ho, it's sickening, it's sickening You know it's unfair, it's unfair How you distorted my reflection You know it's too late

You're lost in a world of funhouse mirrors, twisted for eternity Bending light in a way that shows refraction of hypocrisy

Whimsical, dear, your lies are clear, now, who the hell would've ever guessed? Play my games and abide my ways, there's no way you can compensate (One, two, three, break)

Tears laced with cyanide flow through the cracks of a Mirror shattered long ago

And sure, I'm the one who swung the metal bat But hey, I can't control the urge! Nobody's gonna blame me for that

(One, two, three, break)

Red Signal:

Y'AI 'NG'NGAH, YOG-SOTHOTH H'EE-L'GEB F'AI THRODOG UAAAH OGTHROD AI'F GEB'L-EE'H YOG-SOTHOTH 'NGAH'NG AI'Y ZHRO

[Another minute of chanting]

And the walls begin to tear. Not the walls of the train, but those of a false and hollow reality, twisting in its thrall to Yog Sothoth, the key and the gate through whose cascading rainbow being the train has passed. Yog Sothoth who is the Bifrost, and whose dread invocation now shattered, drags them towards the roiling nuclear chaos of the mad deamon sultan at the centre of reality. A billion screaming squamous things approach, oozing and crawling through the shattered tatters of a sane world. All the doors are open now.

#tma #the magnus archives #poll #the spiral #the mechanisms #ghost and pals #Youtube

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nelapanela94 · 2 years

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“Am I too late?” His breath fans warm over your lips as his hand roams woolly, yet unwavering along your upper arm. His forehead is pressed against yours as he inhales and exhales in soft steady puffs that warps the frenzied thrums of his heart.

You close your eyes, your face dabbled with tears. Tears he wrung out from you. Oak and caramel sails into your lungs, and your eyebrows plunge into a frown.

“You’ve been drinking again, Levi.” You can feel his thumb wiping off the fresh glistening beads from under your eyes. Feathery strokes that fill you with hope. “You promised–”

“It was only one I swear.” He muses. And all the hope falters. You gulp, feeling the temperature rise between the two. You breathe hard, trying to slam down the disappointment.

“One, four, ten, it makes no difference to me. One drop is enough to break the promise.” You sniff, swallowing the next wave of scathing tears.

Each word a stab in his chest. He knows he's ruined it. Again.

His chin trembles. A knot logs in his throat, but he unravels it and coaxes out his voice. “I swear I’ll do things different this time.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, muffling down a snort. You've lost count of how many times he has prostituted those words.

Your body itches to grab your things and leave him drown on his own plight. You don’t want to watch as those murky trussing limbs crack from the floor and cinch around him to wrench him down. But your heart insists. No matter how many batters it’s received, it pricks to stay. To give him a hand and drag him out of the abyss. Because you know Levi is stronger than this. You have to move the boulder off the road. But you have to do it together.

“I want to believe you, Levi. I really do.” You sob and nuzzle your face into his palm, his warmth swaddles you, and makes you teeter on a tightrope. Those hands that have done and undone, that have wandered among your valleys and mountains, that have traced scars and have etched in their memory each one of your creases. “I don’t want to walk barefoot on the shards of your promises.”

“Look at me. Look at me.” He purrs, and little by little, the blurry edges of his image hone. His hand glides down to cradle your chin, his thumb brushing your cheek as he urges you to meet his red eyes.

The shield lowers and the boy you hardly recognize lays bare.

“What happened to us...?” You stagger. “We built a castle together. We were going to grow old to—"

“We are!” He snaps,voice hoarse and laced with thistles; and you jerk away, eyes wide and jittering. You hurl him off of you. Fear creeps in your face, crawls under your chest as your breathing steps on the gas pedal.

You just want to peel the hull and take back your Levi. Your sweet boy. Your honeybun. The one who blushes when he goes to the flower shop and buys daisies for you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His parted lips quiver. He shoves his fingers into his hair and clenches his hands as tears peek out at the corners of his eyes. He turns around to hide his reaction from you.

Because bad habits do not go away. Because the thing he loathes the most is to cry before you. To look weak in front of the person he vowed to protect. He tries so hard to hide his true feelings, to repress his emotions as if there were something wrong with reacting naturally to the blows of life.

He paces from side to side and the heat in his cheeks begins to wane. Dropping his arms, he closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath. You watch silently, afraid that any sudden motion or sound would spark his rage again.

He takes a step toward you, and you loom back, shaking your head without breaking the eye contact. “Don’t you dare.” You rasp, and he stops in his tracks, showing his palms in sign of peace. “I know you’re angry, Levi, and hurt. You look like you're going to fall apart every time you see your reflection in the mirror. You even had the one at the entryway removed so you don't bump into your broken self every time you enter or leave the house. And no, you're not going to be the same, Levi, even if it pains us to accept it. You will no longer be able to fight or move with the same nimbleness. Walking or standing for long periods of time will be an ordeal. And yes, your face is frightfully scarred that children hide behind their parents' legs when they see you. But that's not what hurts the most.”

His nostrils flare, yet his gaze is lost. Finger nails digging into his palms, his fists trembling by his sides. He hangs by the thread that controls him, that keeps him from sharing anything, that keeps him still. That frays him from inside as he forces to keep his rage and pain tucked deep in his chest.

“You’re doing it again.”

Again, tears flood his eyes, but he doesn’t hide from you this time. You’re right. You’re right. You don’t deserve this bitter side of him. The shouting, the broken glasses. The cracks you've covered in the walls where his fists have retaliated. Patches of lighter color bedecks the walls of your place.

“I know it is a nightmare for you. But apparently your sorrow made you forget what we promised each other in the altar.” You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, and a pang snags his breath. A collar of hot stones cinches around his neck. A big gulping sob racks through his body as the silver glow that seeps through the window skims the light spot on your ring finger. His legs yield and he drops on his knees, sinking his face into his palms. The sudden surge of pain on his thigh is encroached by the torturous twinges that splinter his heart.

It’s too late. I’m too late.

His wails break through the living room, scaring him with the unfamiliar cacophony of his agony.

His soaked in his saltiness, but who fucking cares. The edges of reality blur, his heart hammers trying to breach out. He chokes in gasps; there’s not enough air to fill his lungs. The tendons stand out like cords creeping on his neck, his muscles so tight they make him seem bulky. His fingers tingle with the lacking flow of blood. He's dizzy. His head throbs, light-headed from the sudden shock. No. No. No. No.

Seeing him crumbling down is destroying you. Tearing you in halves. Your eyes are soaked once more, witness of the downfall of his walls. Your stomach churns into a twisting gnarl that rips out your guts.

You crouch. Your embrace eases his shaking, yet tears don’t stop streaming down.

You’re still here. You’re real. Your arms are his refuge. As always. You feel like the sun breaking through the nipping winds of winter, caressing his face.

He clings to you, welding with you. His eyes close, and a silent choked sound spews from his mouth. He can’t let you go. And it stings his heart because all he’s been doing after the war is making you cry.

And then you pour those words his wrath threatened to rip away. “I’ll love you in all your forms...”

“...now and forever.” His words slink between his sobs.

You continue, your voice a silky veil that fondles him, that sweeps away his misery. “I promise to persevere when times get tough, knowing that any challenges we might face, we will conquer them together.”

“And no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find our way back to each other.” His last word sinks into a snivel.

“I promise to be there for your when you need me...”

“...wherever you need me.”

Those words are his shelter.

“Please don’t leave me.” He pleads. If he has to kneel and beg, he will.

“I won’t, Levi.”

You break apart from him by a sliver and your gaze tangles with his glassy eyes. Your hands rest on his face, your thumbs brushing off his tears as you seed a feathery kiss on his gray eye and pull away. You smile at him with that sweetness. Fuck, he doesn’t deserve you.

“I’ve been an asshole, Y/N.” He takes a long sniff and his hands clench to the hem of his shirt “I... I’m sorry.”

“You fought brave, my soldier boy, and I know it’s hard for you, but you don’t have to pretend, you don’t have to play the hero anymore. And that’s ok, that doesn’t pare your shine.” You kiss him on the lips. “You have people who love you for who you are. You have me. Me who loves you blindly. Who would take a bullet for you without a second thought.” Levi pounces into you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

“Forgive me. Please forgive me.” He stutters, his face.

“It’s ok. It’s ok." You lull him. "I forgive you.” Your hand laces with his locks. “But I need you to make a real effort." You pull away and look him in the eye, seeking for his truth. “Take your medicine, and don’t skip therapy. If you need to let off steam, I'm here, but don't use alcohol as a shield. Don't be a coward." He sucks on his bottom lip and nods "Don’t turn away from those who love you. You are not invincible. You need people, and they’re willing to help. And if you need to cry, my shoulder is all yours.”

You take him again in your arms and hum a soft tune for him, drawing circles on his back. He cries until his eyes can't shed more tears.

"Your band. Where is it? Why did you take it off?" His voice rushes with despair.

You bling twice, unwrap from him and splay your hand before you. Realization dawns. "I just took it off to knead bread."

And fear drains from him. A small smile flickers on his lips with relief.

"No, Levi." You search for his lips in a heartmelting kiss. "You're not too late."

#levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #levi x you #levi x reader #levi aot #levi attack on titan #snk levi #nela writes #levi fanfiction #levi fic #levi ackerman x reader #Levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x you

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Outtakes - Non-smut vol 2

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist | vol 1

Hi friends! Sometimes we want fics that are SFW or we just want to make ourselves sad or we need a little pick me up. I'm here with a list of fics that have no (explicit) smut as of posting! They may have smutty thoughts or mild allusions to smut, but those are marked in the warnings!

Summaries and tags are, in most cases, provided by the author - please be sure to read them as some of these fics may have content you do not wish to read.

updated 3/27/2024

i wonder if you stopped his world like you stopped mine

Frankie one shot by @chronically-ghosted

watching the woman he loves be with someone else is killing him, but for your sake, he manages. But when Benny's birthday loosens him up, he can't help but bear his soul over a phone call. Too bad you don't pick up and he's forced to leave the evidence in a voicemail.

pining, light angst, idiots in love, country music as a catalyst, romance, tw alcohol, tw drinking, hangovers, ultimately very fluffy

Ezra's Journal Entries

Ezra series by @littlemisspascal

This journal’s as good a place as any to admit the honest truth. So here it is: I wish with the entirety of my bloody, beating heart I could be the man you deserve, little love of mine. — Ezra recovers after the events of the film with the aid of a journal and the love of his life.

angsty fluff, Ezra’s dealing with the aftermath of the Green, language, 1st person POV (Ezra), dialogue in italics, angsty fluff, night terrors, PTSD, Ezra dealing with the aftermath of the Green, language, overuse of space metaphors, grief/dealing with loss of a sibling, mild reference of past injury, Part 11 could be read as suicidal ideation so please skip/be warned of that segment due to possible triggers

midnight strikes, where is my prince

Frankie one shot by @undercoverpena

he had been your neighbour. a man you'd stare at through blinds when he’d been on the front lawn. a man you’re now staring at through splintered shards of your mirror—because he saved you.

ANGST 😂. there’s mentions of a break-in. frankie is there and he has a gun, so you know we’re okay. angst. inspired by a scene from scandal-if you know, you know

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

Marcus P one shot by @whataperfectwasteoftime

I am a visitor here. I am not permanent.

angst, breakups, mentions of Teresa x Patrick Jane

Constellations in his eyes

Dave York one shot by @janaispunk

Your fiancé stands you up on your birthday. Dave doesn’t.

infidelity, shitty boyfriend, angst, fluff, kissing, able-bodied reader, reader has hair, no use of y/n

The One

Dieter one shot by @schnarfer

If one thing had been different, would everything be different today?

Bit of emotional torment, drink and drugs references, Dieter POV, happy ending? Always Fleabag coded.

House Arrest

Dieter one shot by @rulexofxnines

Dieter stays over at your place out of desperation. Things get out of hand so you take control of the situation.

forced proximity, only one bed, a goat

The Howler Monkey

Dieter one shot by @covetyou

You got him here, he was safely tucked away upstairs and everything was going, mostly, according to plan. So, who the fuck is screaming?

no smut but some nudity, implied drug use/addiction, little bit silly, mildly angsty, performance anxiety, screaming, Dieter Bravo's soft cock. basically mild hurt/comfort/fluff with my usual bit of silliness.

Vampire!Dieter

Dieter one shot by @chronically-ghosted

Interview with a vampire, gatsby style

flirting, a bit of blood, maybe dubcon due to The Thrall but i think it's safe to say we all want It from vampire!dieter

Paint With Me

Frankie one shot by @bitchesuntitled

You have a crush on the dad of your daughter’s best friend.

Sexual innuendos and cursing

Door Number Three

Javi G drabble by @morallyinept

Javi shows you what he keeps behind that mirrored door

Character talk alludes to sexy things.

The Infinity Cube

Various Pedro Boy series by @littlemisspascal

When you play with a strange cube, you’re transported out of your current reality with your boyfriend Marcus into brand new ones starring alternate versions of your boyfriend who look and act entirely different every time. With each encounter, you start to wonder if you’ll ever make it back to your real universe?

language, fluff, angst, references to sex but no smut

Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction #The spreadsheet Digest Outtakes

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saphirered · 1 year

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For the winter prompts: Azriel x reader x Eris, blizzard. Not angsty. 😍

It's a short one but I hope you'll like it either way. No angst, just (affectionate) bickering that reminds me of three cats that fell in the bathtub. 😘

The dark heavy clouds above just a few hours ago should have been a clear warning. This warning, was instead clearly ignored. ‘We can make it before the storm hits’ those words echo through the mountainous expanse upon not but memory. Azriel doesn’t quite recall if it was you or the Autumn Court prick who had challenged nature so to the point all three of you now wander through a heavy layer of snow, pelted by wind and ice with a sight barely further than an arm’s length even with superior senses. He’ll happily shift that blame to likely the most guilty of all, but in reality it’s the sheer fact that Eris seems the least amount affected by the horrible weather. It is exactly that smug attitude that melts away every shard of ice, and snowflakes upon contact. Though this does not mean the Autumn noble isn’t equally miserable. The two have taken to arguing constantly, quipping back and forth to the point you have stepped ahead, so the wind may numb your hearing and block out their voices, to no avail.

“If it wasn’t for your need to show off, you could have winnowed us out of here already.” The Illyrian grumbles. That earns a snort from Eris.

“Oh I am terribly sorry for keeping your ungrateful arse warm through the ice mist. Next time I’ll let you freeze to death. You’ll hear no objections from me.” Azriel prepares to retort, offering a beat of his wing and sending an extra heavy current of snow his way. You’ve noticed this happening and stop, turning on your heels, the fuming expression you carry might as well have melted the snow around you but you wrap your arms around yourself tighter, pull tighter the protective garments that keep you perpetually miserable but alive in this harsh weather.

“Will you two knock it off! I’ve had enough of this endless bickering! Now shut it and behave before I throw you both off this mountain!” Eris bites the inside of his cheek to prevent some kind of witty retort to escape his lips leading you to make good on this promise. Azriel mirrors that expression and glances between the drop to his side, debating his chances. It’s not like he’ll fall far before his wings catch him. When you realise your comment Eris’ resilience breaks, a resolve you’re an expert at breaking away. Silver words, and cleverly chosen sentences have been his speciality but with you he sometimes struggles not to speak what’s on his mind, particularly so when it deals with your image of him so if he in this discomfort and unfair circumstances can throw Azriel under the proverbial carriage, he will in a heartbeat.

“My apologies, petal. It’s just I hardly think it fair to threaten me with a demise when he has wings. I’d deem it equally unfair to blame me for our predicament. Why don’t you put those wings to work, dear Azriel, and carry us out of here?” Of course he couldn’t hold his tongue. Of course neither could Azriel who joins your side, wrapping an arm around you and shielding you from the worst of the wind despite the numbness in his wings. He gives Eris a look as you curl closer to him and his wing curls with you as much as it can.

“I’m perfectly content flying the two of us out of here.” You’d gone over this before, in this weather it’s too risky. You and Eris would both be plummeting to your deaths with one savage gust not even a weathered Illyrian could brave. Of course Azriel had offered to take just you and leave Eris on the mountainside but you’d refused. It takes you just one look at him to say this was not going to happen and you’ll be suffering together, all three of you. You’d told him he could go off on his own but he’d never leave you alone in this. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Eris to assure your wellbeing, it’s just that he thinks he’s better at it. “The firebug can take care of himself.”

“That’s enough out of you. We’re not leaving anyone behind now can we please keep walking before my toes freeze off!” You shiver and remove yourself from Azriel’s embrace, hold out your gloved hand to Eris. He gives Azriel a look that one is mirrored when you lace your other hand with the Illyrian’s and push on.

“The ‘firebug’ can speak for himself, thank you very much. I much rather prefer this company to solitude.” And that’s about as much as an acceptance or admittance to affection you’re going to get out of Eris when he’s in a mood like this. The tension fleets and you continue moving, hand in hand, huddled together to bear the worst of it as you trail along this path. Just a few more miles you keep telling yourself. Just a few more miles until you can find shelter and warm up in their arms, engulf yourself in their embrace and be reminded once more that maybe the cold isn’t such a bad thing if you got these two to keep you warm.

#azriel x reader #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #eris x azriel #acotar x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acotar azriel #acotar #acotar eris #eris vanserra #eris x you #eris vanserra x you #acotar fanfiction

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acatalystrising · 10 months

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hi eliza! song for writing prompt: infrunami by steve lacy

Hi hi!!

Thanks so much for the ask, and the lovely song! I had to write this with Daimyo Boba because, well, the song simply demands it! I hope you enjoy!

Even from a distance, you looked like pure starlight.

The blinding heat of the desert had faded away - burning sands and bloodied suns replaced with softer hues of lilac and turquoise, painting the sky unlike any artist could ever hope to capture. Lively music from inside the palace floated in the cool breeze that played coyly with the edges of your dress. It curled against your calves and trailed behind you like wings.

To put it simply, it took Boba’s breath away. And for the fifth time in one evening alone, he mentally cursed his aloof ignorance.

“If you keep sulking in the shadows, boss,” Fennec slid beside him with a knowing grin, arms crossed, “I’ll make a move on her myself.”

Boba grunted, his narrowed eyes and near possessive expression hidden behind his helmet.

“Didn’t know that’s how she felt.” When he finally spoke, his voice was rough, even more gravelly than usual. “Wouldn’t have done. Kriff, wouldn’t have said…”

“Mistakes happen. In our profession, they’re usually lethal.” Fennec lifted an angled brow, gesturing at you with a jerk of her chin. “This won’t kill you.”

For once, Boba wondered if she was wrong.

“Take a chance.” She pushed herself off the wall and turned to go back inside. “If you want her, show her.”

Karking hell, he felt more comfortable with disintegrating people than talking to them, much less wooing one. And after the blunder he’d made…

He was moving forward before he could stop, much less control, the action. Damn, what had gotten into him? His heart was pounding like a drum, mirroring every footstep that drew him closer to you. He was on the balcony too quickly, his thoughts still a jumbled mess, even as you turned, the sharp downturn of your lip quirking further.

“I don’t want to talk right now.” You looked out to the dunes, frown settling like stone. He noticed your fingers grip the railing tighter, the twitch of your cheek. You weren’t afraid, you were hurt. “Please…leave me alone.”

Boba hated that everything in him instantly withered. The urge to slip away to the safety of Slave 1 was so tempting, but…

“If that’s what you wish,” he took a careful step backward, forcing a softness to his tone that he remembered his father using. “I…wanted to apologize.”

Your brow flew up at that. Clearly, it wasn’t something you’d expected.

“But...” Boba gave you a nod before turning to walk away. “Won’t trouble you any further.”

“Wait,” your voice was both harsh and soft, like shards of glass swaying in the ocean, ready to cut, or to wash away - all depending on what happened next. “I…should apologize too. I was…foolish. Foolish to think that you actually would…”

A forlorn shadow flitted in your gaze, swallowing the light in your eyes. It crushed Boba to see it, even more so knowing that he’d caused it.

“I shouldn’t have entertained the thought. So I’m sorry for getting upset over something stupid.” A stray tear slipped down your cheek, which you quickly brushed away with a casual swipe of your finger, but not before he noticed. “You’re our Daimyo. A powerful hunter. You could have anyone you want, it was silly of me to think that I stood a-“

“Mesh’la.” Boba took a tentative step forward, heart breaking a million times over when you looked up at him, those beautiful eyes glassy with tears. You tried so hard to be stoic, to be brave, even as he stopped before you. “Never should have said those things. It’s not your fault. I was afraid…”

“You, afraid?” You raised a brow, too curious now to back away. “Of letting me down? Of worrying I wouldn’t take it well?”

“No. Quite the opposite.” He sighed, lifting his hands to his helmet. The last thing he needed to be now was a coward, and he couldn’t keep hiding. Once it was removed, he met your probing gaze. “I do want you, little one. Was afraid you wouldn’t be interested. Figured I’d encourage you to pursue someone younger. But I didn’t know…”

He closed his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Stars, this wasn’t easy. He flinched when he felt a warm hand rest over his own. When he opened his eyes, you were beside him, watching him with something he swore could be interpreted as hope.

“Didn’t know what?” Your voice had taken a gentler tone, the fire dimming, replaced with a soft yearning.

“If you’d want me.” Boba watched you closely, waiting for you to pull away, but you didn’t. In fact, you leaned in closer. “Was afraid, princess. But everything I’ve ever wanted was right there, all along, and I’d been too blind to see.”

Silence fell, save for the wind that whipped through your hair and the music that gradually faded away. You watched him, the shadows fleeing, and your frown slowly, every so slowly, curved into a shy smile.

“You mean that?” Your voice was shaky, a blush flushing your cheeks when he brushed a thumb over your chin, lifting your face to meet his.

“I do.” He met your gaze with a smile of his own. “Could we…start over? Give this another shot?”

“I…” your gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips, then back to his eyes. “Yes, Boba. I’d like that, so much…”

“Good,” he smiled fully this time, stepping beside you as you both shifted to face the dunes. “If you were wondering, mesh’la, of everyone in that palace, I only ever wanted you.”

#ask answered #ask and you shall receive #acatalystrising writes #boba fett #boba fett x reader #the book of boba fett #star wars #tbobf #book of boba fett #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x fem!reader

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fishymom-art · 1 year

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Easter Eggs/References from the new M&I Chapter!

Because I’m bored and I was on the road in a bus for around 17 hours or so, so I need to chill

Before opening this post, make sure you’ve read the chapter ;)

https://fishymom-art.tumblr.com/post/702477002226204672/metal-ink-extra-5-part-1

LET’S GOOOO!!!!

1. Ah yes, the only book that exists in this universe XD Yea, “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” appears as an easter egg almost every time there is a book X)

2. Of course I put myself into the chapter :D. I’m sitting at one of the tables during Milla’s show!

3. In the same panel, there is a picture of Linda!

4. Joey Drew’s actual quotes! “Quite a gal” will be repeated later in the full version of his quote + Susie’s called “quite a gal/an angel” regularly in this chapter.

5. This is a throwback to what Susie said in the first extra before leaving Daniel and Sammy alone as a set up X)

6. This is a slight reference to a quote by Blackbeard from “Our Flag Means Death” - “Skin him first. And use the snail fork.”

7. Straight up reference to the moment with Hackenbush in the part where he appeared for the first time :)

8. A clue that Norman’s name in the Golden Reality is Jason Bright.

9. Lonely Angel music sheet in Sammy’s hands!

10. Throwback to Nightmare Joey saying that all the good endings to his stories (aka the extra chapters) aren’t real.

11. Another throwback to Chapter 6, where Henry tells Joey he’s leaving the studio.

12. Small Nelly in the background. She is grey, while her Bendy Plush is yellow.

13. Real quotes by Joey Drew!

(”Quite a gal”!)

14. Milla touches her left side of the face that was disfigured when she was Susie Angel. She also cries only from the right eye, because in her ink form she didn’t have the left eye. She cries ink. Before that, she also talks in doubled voice (like Alice or Nightmares).

15. Reference to Audrey asking Allison “What is an Ink Demon?” in BatDR :)))

16. Joey is no one :(

17. Also a reference to BatDR and the Cycle Breakers!

18. A slight reference to Joey’s quote from BatDR “Once upon a time there was a bitter, old man”

19. I think this is self-explanatory X)

20. Allison and Susie are wearing outfits directly inspired by 1920′s fashion (raincoats and hats!)

21. Another quote + yet another outfit directly inspired by 20′s fashion, this time her evening dress (and later gloves).

22. Susie doing the touching her face thing like Milla (and then talking in doubled voice, like Alice)

23. More Nelly, this time featuring an older Nelly too :)))

24. A picture of Norman and Susie!

25. Susie Angel here is in her outfit when she was cutting her hair in front of the mirror!

26. Our girl correcting Angel by saying that she’s Alice Angel and not Susie and breaking the mirror.

27. Mirror shards in the form of a heart :”(

28. Nelly’s drawing Dapper Bendy!

29. And of course, another Nelly and Joey parallel :DD

30. The soundtrack contains the melody from Lonely Angel, as well as Play Called Life because of the Golden Reality :)))

#metal and ink #metal and ink extra

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chim-aera · 6 months

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winter

I want to bleed my colors dry. to wither and writhe into nothingness, palid skin stretched too thin like canvas portrait, like feathers over a wing bone.

I wish I could go cold. ice smooth, snow soft, perfection.

I want to blot out the ink that seeps into my skull and stains my soul I want to be pure. not chaste, not demure, but tooth sharp and glistening.

but I am a creature of earth, clay, metal. rotting leaves and broken bark, branches creaking, snapping underfoot like brittle bones I'm all autumn sunlight fading and dying out in a blaze of glory I am not winter moonlit or owl calls, or perhaps I'm neither.

soft.

gossamer and down fluff, the peeping of a nearly hatched fledgling, moonflowers kissed by frost.

I've always found a solace in the quiet, in the emptiness of winter's solitude.

sharp.

like wolf teeth, like talons, icicles dripping frigid waters into my lungs, let the fragments crystallize into my diaphragm like shining shards of sunlight blessed by holy hands.

I want to be wind quick, light like downed leaves fluttering to surface, but I am down trodden and dead set to the center of the earth with this horrid heaviness that sets into my spine.

let me unwind it, uncoil, go still and pliant like a snake unfurling it's body before it is about to strike.

but I do not long for violence, perhaps, sometimes I wished I was sinking my bite into an enemy and not always myself but at every chance I have I shrink away and bow my head.

I do not want to be Ouroboros, how am I the enigma, the paradigm of Laelaps chasing her quarry endless for eternity. I am my own Teumissian fox. will I always be prey?

no. I am something else. soot smoke blackened, crescent moons hanging so low it seems you could leap and take a bite out of them. let them glint and glimmer in my teeth like the metal I never used, like the perfection I never achieved or even tried too. watch as it drips and trickles down my chin through the gaps and sharpness of my molars, like an overripe orange.

oh there are so many metaphors.

I am haunted, but not like a church or a graveyard, no, haunted like a forest is. all fox bark laughter all shining eyes too cold, too pale, too dead. all bonfire embers, stamped into molten melted marrow, a maudlin cry for a swift end or a bitter truth. like Icarus all golden and glowing and bloody and bruised as he descended from the heavens.

oh I speak of that a lot, don't I? I am but some hollow nesting screech owl, some tyto with her wings are ruffled pulling out my own down yet sobbing for softness.

I am all raccoon claws, cautious and clawing, a deer with it's antlers on wrong. rubbing into oak trees and hawthorn, a meager attempt to shed my misery but shedding my skull instead.

I am not some diaphanous figure all mirrors and marbles, I am fractured like glass, like ice too thin, like dirt mixed in snow, soil, dark and earthy, the sharp stinging scent of evergreens and torch light. of burning books and candles with their wicks cut too short.

burning bright, but oh, oh so fast.

someone take these words from my mouth they rest heavy, heavy on my tongue like a sinner's prayer. oh I've been pleading since creation by some divine hands, Mother, do you take me?

I feel I've been seeking to be Persephone but I'm forever fated to be Cailleach instead. a bitter irony really. Crone, show me your ways.

I am chasing my own tail again. tracing my steps and my spell circles, the rings on my fingers feel like extra bones, like battle claws, like power. on cold, withering, trembling skin.

I'm so pallid recently, maybe I really am washing myself dry of any color or clause. a useless conjunction of a cacophony of condolences and curiosities.

I am all sharp eyes, smudged smoky, copper hair, breaking, brittle, bleeding into sunsets, maybe morrow. maybe flames. maybe nothing.

I am not all wheat soft, Ceres, mother. I've always been a volatile little thing, soft spoken yet sharp toothed. grinning like a Jack o' lantern, lost like a rambler, oh how I do ramble, waiting for some Willow o' Wisps to guide me, to fate or future, death or demise, I'll let them decide.

what am I? I'm folk tales, child, something old and young, something creaking and clawing, yet aching for some gentleness, quilt soft and blanketed in snow and snapdragons, but I will try, try oh so hard to be gentle, like a bear folding in its claws so they stab into its pawpads.

or maybe I've never been fierce. maybe I'm a rabbit, crying wolf at the moon until Diana takes pity and gives me my own set of fangs.

a deer who's been shot too many times that the arrows form spikes, turned eldritch and ethereal by my own suffering.

maybe I was never a beast. a creature, perhaps, a ghost. a memory, an illusion.

watching as friends, as acquaintances out grew me, so that I disappeared all fleeting and flurrying like snow that melts too quickly, passing me by with a smile and hand shake and a blossom in my palm like an imaginary friend, I look down to see my hand bleeding and inside my cupped fist in all it's cruel amusement is a bloodied, crumpled forget me not.

let me run. oh gods, let me run. let me run on stumbling shaking legs fleet footed and furious, until the archers cannot touch me.

funny, how I tried to pick up a bow. so maybe, just maybe I'd no longer be prey, but I set it down just as quickly. I always go so soft. so easily.

no brutal backlashes, no cries and screams of terror of rage, of horror and this deep rooted fear that has set its home in my ribcage.

no, where is my anger, goddess? because it seems I am more sacrificial lamb then wolf snapping its jaw as the hunter takes the final blow. I am the deer purposely putting its head into the noose. what? It is better to choose then let myself be slain again.

perhaps I am beastly, but in the way the dragon was, Saint George was not saintly then again it is funny how that word is supposed to mean holy but how far, far it is from that. that story has always left a bitter, putrid taste in my throat like gunsmoke and bile.

a serpent, of course, like Tiamat, Leviathan, watch as she curls into herself, for the knight to plunge his spear into heart, her tongue lolling past fangs, her eyes blazing in fear as the hollowness fills her her pupils.

I have always been that dragon.

a griffin, perhaps. no. more sympathised then dragons, but I have never been one like that. gilded feathers curved beaks shining like rubies and redwood. why are they guarding their treasures, while dragons hoard theirs?

I have always been that dragon, my father's sins, my father's horrors. he sheds his cloak and wishes to drape it over my shoulder so I wear it as my own I shrink back hissing and clawing like an animal cornered.

my eyes glow red in headlights.

there is something wrong with me.

isn't there?

my father is empty and howling like wind through rocks and flames rising as the screams reverberate.

my mother is all hidden battlegrounds, a silent sort of scorn, an inner maelstrom, a pain she inflicts and suffers every breath.

am I both?

but I am no Lich nor Leviathan.

oh call me Seraphina. cut me deep and watch my blood, all silver and shining stain the earth, see the wing bone at my shoulder blade, see the crescents, the moon marks, the scales. oh those god awful scales how I've tried clawing them out but they only set deeper.

what am I?

I've spent so much time creeping hunched through shadows I forget that light stings me. Quasimodo, how I always found solace in him.

I too would fall, but they'd step back, just like they had with him.

oh, there's a sweetness in your sorrow, an endearment in your enigmas. oh? then why don't you stay? instead of disregarding me like some sullied shrapnel of what I could have been.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

how the words rot in my mouth like a carcass dipped in honey. my own throat has tendrils, ivy and hellebore, the wolfsbane stains my eyes, the monk'shood is sewn into my being.

I'm all horrors and hilarity. an amusing combination. Baba Yaga and the maiden all rolled into one.

I've been talking for too long, or perhaps I've just forgotten my voice so the words are all stretched thin and snapping as I roll my sentences around on my tongue.

all poisoned sweetness, mellea verba a serpentis lingua.

but I have always been Eve and never Lilith.

the wildness in my veins is tameable, and oh how I hate the duality.

the softness and sharpness tearing at each other's throats. a wolf and a lamb wearing each other's coats.

but yes.

I wish to be soft, and cool, and glistening.

peaceful and preferable, like a cold snap in July.

but I've always been a muddy Autumn's child. so let me wear my crown of fungus let me don my cloak of wool.

revels and merriment, laugh and spit. make your jests of me, go on, but let me do it willingly. I will be your favorite fool, and I will grin at you as you make me your jester.

but I will hold out, no prideful princes or some knavish king. no I'll wait. perhaps the cold will take me, if you lot won't.

I've heard on smoke-plumes and chickadee chatter the Lord of Winter is far kinder, to things like me. so here I'll wait.

and when he comes I'll look up at him, all moon-eyed and mirth full.

"are you cold, my darling?"

my lips, frigid and frozen will nevertheless form a smile, as the breath curls around my forehead, as he removes his cloak and sword, one gesture of a savior, one gesture of my end. the chess move has never been mine, but my answer is but the catalyst, and as I remain, curled against a treetrunk, a willow or pine, perhaps, all shivering and shaking, I'll reply, my eyes dancing with unseen firelight.

"no, not at all, my Lord."

#original poem

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quodekash · 1 year

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“Fractures” Keyart

I noticed a bunch of things about the fractures keyart on the dragon prince website before season 4 came out, and then after it came out the things made sense. And I’m only now posting it

so in case you haven’t seen it yet, this is the artwork:

Notice anything odd about it?

1- Rayla has a crack down the middle of her face. No one else has a crack so disruptive. She’s changed throughout her journeys to find Viren, different to the past seasons. She’s grown, changed, experienced things that we don’t know. She’s broken, split in two halves - her past self (energetic, alive, not optimistic but at least ready to help others if she can), and her new self (“we can’t save everyone, soren”, the girl who failed for two years, the girl who lost everyone and everything)

2- Everyone’s eyes are open but Viren’s are closed - Viren has also changed. His character has developed in ways none of us thought were possible. His eyes are closed- he can’t see where his path is going. He’s also dead so that could be why. It could also be that he’s blind to what’s right and wrong now - he spent two years dead, without dark magic amplifying his bad parts, without aaravos whispering in his ear and amplifying the amplified bad parts. Now he’s confused, in the dark, blinded.

3- Aaravos is the only one without any damage to his little section thingy - everyone else has cracks, big or small, sometimes interrupting their face and sometimes not. If they don’t have cracks, they have shards pointing at their face threateningly. But Aaravos’ is completely intact and whole. He’s the mastermind, the one behind everything that’s happened. The entire show so far has all gone according to his huge, sinister plan. Idk every step is of his plan, but it feels like every single thing that has happened is part of his plan. Even the good things. Like Rayla getting the coins back means they’ll be spending heaps of time trying to get them out of the coins, meaning they won’t be spending enough time trying to stop Aaravos. And because they were trapped with dark magic, they might need to use dark magic to free them, meaning they’re even more of a target to Aaravos. Or even Amaya and Janai getting married. Aaravos wants to be free and (I think) to rule all of Xadia. But a lot of feuds start to tear apart the sunfire elves and the humans, even tears apart some sunfire elves from each other and humans from each other. (Like Janai and Karim. And humans taking sides of elves in the feuds and fights, causing rifts between families and friends, and vice versa). If they’re all torn apart, that leaves Aaravos free to (presumably) rise up and make them unite somehow in some evil way and stop the fights by making them all follow him. Idk if that makes sense, it made sense in my head but then I forgot how words work. Just trust me here, everything is according to his plan. And bad things too, like the obvious: Claudia getting the map so she can free him. Other stuff too probably. (I’m really tired I can’t think. If you can think of any other examples tho, lemme know! I’m interested to hear everyone’s theories and stuff cos my own are pretty messy)

4- Like Rayla, Claudia has a crack in her face, but rather than in the middle, it’s only breaking off the part of her hair that’s still its natural colour. Or, in other words, it’s breaking off the parts of her that are yet to be touched by dark magic.

5- Terry is on the opposite side of the mirror (or whatever it is) to Claudia and Viren, despite being “on their team”. He travels with them. He’s with them all the time. He helps them and supports them. He’s dating Claudia. But honestly it feels like he’s on the wrong side. Presently the only exposure he’s had to Viren is what Claudia has told him (and Claudia reveres Viren, so he’d only hear good things), and Viren in a weird place both mentally and physically, so he’s never been exposed to the real bad evilness that everyone else saw in season 3. As for Claudia, they’re dating (Claudia might be using him or something, their relationship feels really weird but not in a fun way, but that’s a post for another day), so it’s hard for Terry to see her bad sides. But near the end, he starts to see some cruelty from her, so I’m hoping that over time he’ll finally realise. He’s like Soren - a good heart and a good person, but on the wrong side that he thought was the right side.

6- This one’s pretty small, but everyone is looking left or right, up or down, but aaravos is looking directly through the mirror, at the audience, at his freedom.

just some things to think about

If there’s anything else about this you noticed that I missed, or anything to add to something I said, don’t hesitate to let me know! This is my favourite keyart of all of them and there’s so much I picked apart from just six things I noticed, so there’s no way I got it all

That’s all I have for you today. I’ve currently got seven more tdp rambles in the works, and they’ll be up at some point (expect the next one in the next couple of days probably). They should all be under the tag at the bottom of each of these posts, ‘tdp rambles with bj’, so if at some point you wanna read through all the ones currently there, uh, you can.

I love you all, stay calm and ship sorvus. or whatever ship floats your boat.

Have a gay day! -BJ

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Objection!!! [TWST: Ghost Marriage Event]

[Synopsis]: Miyeon had enough acting logically and decides to unleash every worst nightmare for a delusional being.

[TW]: Vulgar language, and (attempted) disturbing descriptions

[(A/N)]: I know, I know. I’m late. Just been busy IRL. I had played the event and oh boy. I barely held together during the chapters. Anyway, I want to write my OC having to act out their “dark side” and projecting it onto Eliza. Also don’t mind the gifs I used in here (It’s for visualization) and I may made up some dialogue to try piecing everything together in this writing (Because I didn’t actually finish the whole event. ㅠ_ㅠ

[Wedding Venue]

Miyeon: So…This is the bridal princess everyone is talking about? These damn ghoulish bastards kicked me and Grim out of my own Sanctum because of this. What a waste of fucking time.

Eliza: *Scoffs* And who you may be?

Miyeon: *Points at themselves* I’m the one who’s proposing to you. My proposal is showing your previous life to your eyes only.

[Everyone was confused by their professor’s words.]

Ace: *Loudly whispers* You idiot. What are you doing?

Miyeon: *Whispers back* Saving your lives.

Eliza: My life? I do hope you realize who you are speaking to.

Miyeon: Oh, I know. Except you don’t know who I am and how much you pissed me off. So much that you will regret stepping into NRC this time.

[Miyeon casts the Mirror Dimension surrounding the entire college.]

Riddle: Here we go again.

[She then manipulates the dimension’s cafeteria to shatter into shards and plants them around Eliza as a dome, separating her from the groom (Idia).]

Eliza: What is the meaning of this?!

Miyeon, only her booming voice: Showing my objection to this marriage! Your delusional standards are nothing but childish fantasies.

[Eliza tries to phase through her imprisonment, but to no avail. She bounced off of every attempt to escape. Then Miyeon teleports behind Eliza. She starts implanting illusions within the bride’s mind, conjuring a spell and whispering incantations.]

[Eliza’s mind was occupied by memories of her important day. With these mind tricks, what she sees now is herself standing outside of a church where it was filled with guests and important figures from across many countries. Alive, and exhibiting excitement to meet her Prince Charming. Except now her world is falling apart: the ground quakes as it pulls apart, causing Eliza to fall into the cracks and be sent below. Into the dark abyss are whispers and gossip about her, how she will never have a happy ending. Then silver chains flew from the darkness and binds her tight in one spot.]

Eliza: Let go of me this instant!

Miyeon: *Manifested behind Eliza* Just be patient. I have something to show you. *Channels another illusion*

[Now seeing before her eyes was a deserted, foggy graveyard surrounded by damaged headstones addressing names of royalties from fallen kingdoms. Then one such grave starts breaking open, crawling to reveal the deceased groom from Eliza’s wedding. Tattered clothes, hollowed eyes, decaying fleshing, visible deteriorating bones as his jaw barely dislocated.]

Dead Groom: Eliza…Why did you leave? Why did you disappear?

Eliza: No, no, no. This is not what it seems.

Dead Groom: Why did you leave?

Eliza: I-I didn’t leave. That day was went I died-

Dead Groom: WHY DID YOU CHOOSE HIM OVER ME?!?!

Eliza: PLEASE, STOP!

Dead Groom: WHY?!?!!

Eliza: AAHHHHHH!!!!! PLEASE! STOP THIS! I’M BEGGING YOU TO SEIZE THIS MADNESS!

Miyeon: *Reappears* I don’t think so. You trespassed the college’s grounds, kicked everyone out of their daily activities, enforced a marriage on a student, smacked my friends of humiliation! The most disgusting part you displayed is your engagement to the one I’m already Player 2 with.

Eliza: P-Player 2?

Miyeon: That’s right. Now I’m sending you to the further depths of Hell, and you’ll never pass on to the next life.

[Miyeon breaks open a portal through the cafeteria floor, able to “escort” the princess to the underworld.]

Miyeon: Prepare to face the consequences of your actions-

Puffy: STOP!

Miyeon: Oh what now, Stay Puft? Afraid you never confess your love to Princess Eliza?

Puffy: *Looks heartbroken*

Miyeon: Oh. You…have feelings for her? *Breaks the illusions*

Eliza: *Snaps back to reality and she heard everything* What? Puffy, is that true?

Puffy: Yes, it is true, Princess Eliza. Oh Great Sorceress, please spare her with me. I, as one of many who is supposed to protect her highness, will sacrifice my existence to shield away great torment to Eliza. If you find anything in your heart, she was only looking for her one true prince.

Eliza: Puffy, wait. You can not leave yet.

Puffy: Eliza, please. I can’t bear to see or think of you sadden forever while being trapped in Hell. That is how much I care and love for you.

Eliza: *Smitten* Oh, Puffy…

Miyeon: *Feeling guilt* …I can’t. *Uses her amulet to fix the damages by reversing time itself*

Puffy: Huh? Sorceress, what are you doing?

Miyeon: *Sighs* I’m not sending Eliza away. I may have pushed too far since this whole thing wouldn’t have happened because of Crowley and his unpredictable choices. I forgot I’m supposed to protect everyone and not be blinded by pure rage. *Turns to Eliza* Your highness, I’m sorry for putting you through mental Hell. I should have approached you in another direction, but I could never let any NRC student be in danger. As a temporary professor it’s understandable, but as one from another world who defends for others, it’s something I can’t bear the guilt if someone loses life too soon. I hope you understand.

Eliza: *Nods* I see you have to go through the troubles and those last words you said. It sounds like you went through much more than that.

Miyeon: Yes. Also you looked smitten by your admirer’s declaration of love. Sounds like you actually found your Prince Charming

Eliza: *Giggles* Yes. Well, the groom is already with someone, then this wedding is seize to continue.

Miyeon: Wait, your highness. This beautiful ceremony shouldn’t be wasted and since you and Puffy found each other. Why not unite you two?

Eliza: *Gasps* Great Sorceress, you truly are thoughtful.

Priest: Do you take Puffy, as your lawfully-wedded husband?

Eliza: I do.

Priest: Do you take Eliza, as your lawfully-wedded wife?

Puffy: I do.

Priest: Then I pronounce these two as husband and wife of the afterlife. You may seal this moment with a kiss.

[The newly-wedded couple sealed in with a kiss as the ghostly guests cheer with happiness with the students forced to join in clapping their hands for them. Later the guests returned back to their realm and everyone actually cheered that the ghosts are leaving NRC. Even one student shouted out, “NEVER COME BACK!” After Eliza exclaimed she’ll return with Puffy and some bundles of joy.]

Ace: Holy shit. Never do that again.

Epel: Yeah. You almost lost yourself while traumatizing the Ghost Bride.

Vil: What kind of magic were you using? It isn’t Eldritch Magic.

Miyeon: *Sighs* It’s magic I learned a little from another user back home. The kind I had to forbid myself from ever possessing. Now…I have a few words with your headmaster about not providing safety precautions to protect students from danger like what happened tonight. I can’t see another one gone from death too soon.

Vil: What do you mean by that?

Miyeon: Oh, nothing. Just professor talk. Everyone, clean this shit up. I need to restrain myself before seeing Crowley. *Disappears through the cafeteria exit*

[PSA: Miyeon didn’t use the ring Sam gave to everyone as they’ll keep it for something else.]

[Bonus Content]

[(A/N)]: I GOT SUITOR IDIAAAAAAAAAA!!!! YEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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lasttimeonthenegaverse · 2 years

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chapter four

Nega Morgana, because she could only be her Negaverse counterpart, stopped in surprise. Then her eyes clouded over. It was a weird form of off putting to see your own face morph and change without a mirror or watching a tape. “Who is that? Another new contender to be rid of?” Her voice was low and menacing even as it echoed off the walls.

“You know, I've had a very rough few days,” Morgana said, taking a deep breath. “Learned that an old friend was poisoning me, had a child try to kill me, had my powers stripped away, had that child stolen.” Thunder rolled around them. Listed out like that, well. Morgana always felt emotions a bit more vibrantly than some people. There was only so far whatever had been getting her through this could stretch. Like a rubber band, it snapped. The weather snapped with it.

A bolt of lavender lightning struck the pavement. Another crack of thunder sounded. For once in her life, the calculations were quick to run. The bubbles that held Gosalyn and Launchpad popped. They both floated, unharmed, to the ground. “Leave here and don’t return.”

Nega Morgana’s head tilted. She looked angry, eyes flashing. Lightning an unnatural blue streaked through the clouds far above. “How dare you. Who do you think you are, daring to tell me what to do? Suddenly appearing here out of nowhere with some flashy show of power?” She gestured around at the sudden clouds and lavender lightning that Morgana had unconsciously summoned.

That- That last part was exactly what her Negaverse counterpart had done. Yet she dared to accuse her of that. Suddenly she was not in the mood. Very not in the mood. Rain downpoured. The weather around them reacting to Morgana. It tinked off invisible barriers that covered Negaduck, Gosalyn, and Launchpad. Lavender lightning struck bare inches from the other Morgana’s face. “They. Are. Mine.”

Her counterpart’s expression turned challenging as she closed a fist. Electricity sparkled in the air. No one spoke in the sudden stretch of silence. Everything was still. Surroundings quiet as the tomb and air suffocating like they’d been thrust into the ocean. Even the thunder stopped dead. Only the rain continued. Silent and cold. The shields trembled under the torrent. Soon ice joined it. Small shards, glittering like crystal. Launchpad pulled his family closer. The shields didn’t break.

Finally the other her huffed. In that second the spell was broken. The air no longer felt suffocating and the three normals found themselves taking an involuntary breath as their lungs screamed. “Since you’re suddenly taken.” Her nose went skyward and her sash snapped out.

She disappeared in a cloud of electric blue.

Only once she was sure her Negaverse counterpart wouldn't return did Morgana stop the ice and rain. Gone with a splash like a crescendo. A sound with no build up. Gosalyn flinched slightly. The clouds broke, letting sun through. Morgana took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. When she turned Negaduck and Launchpad were staring at her. Launchpad let out a low whistle.

“That was impressive,” Launchpad said.

“I think she tried to kill us!” Gosalyn gasped finally, after her mouth had opened and closed for the fifth time. That witch had never dared try that before. Heck, Gosalyn still wasn't sure it wasn't all in her mind. But with the way all the oxygen had suddenly been sucked from the air around them like it’d never even been there to begin with. It had to be magical in nature. Apparently their Morgana was weaker than Darkwing’s. Because that's what she’d do if there was a more powerful contender for her daddy’s affection. Start to kill him. If she couldn't have him, then they couldn't either. Whether it be through them giving up to save him or him dying.

All the fire left Morgana’s eyes. Now she just looked sheepish. “She did.”

“What?” Negaduck barked. “That bitch-” A lot of people had tried to kill him in his life. His universe’s Morgana hadn't been one of them. The misplaced ownership she had on him had always protected him before. It had protected his family too, to an extent. Apparently their universe’s Morgana didn't mind risking everything to not lose.

“Sorry,” Morgana apologized. In the moment, most of her processes were focused on protecting them from her own weather-fury while she unleashed it on the other Morgana. She just couldn't split her attention enough to give them air, too. Thankfully that Morgana gave up before they passed out.

“Don't apologize,” Launchpad scoffed. “Bitch woulda done it sooner or later. Ya just sped the process.”

“What?” She yelped. “You really think she would've killed you?”

Gosalyn shrugged casually. “I would've.”

That- Well, it had been what she'd been dealing with for the past few weeks. Which hopefully that was done. After being kidnapped. Actually, now that she thought about it she'd been dealing with it for a year without even realizing it. Though Launchpad hadn't been trying to kill her. The point still was, though, that Morgana really hoped today ended the attempted murder. Because at this point she just wanted a break.

Gosalyn narrowed her eyes at Morgana. “Why’d you save us, anyway. You didn’t have to. I’ve been trying to kill you, you could’ve been done with us right here.”

“I've had worse,” Morgana said. She didn't elaborate on it. Not with the way Gosalyn’s green eyes shined suddenly. Having her immortal soul almost ripped away once was enough, thank you very much.

That didn't get much of a response outside an odd shared look between Negaduck and Launchpad.

The sky was on the cusp of dark. It wasn’t very hard for Chicago to find Morgana. Earlier in the day Launchpad had sent her a text. Morgana had made another attempt for Negaduck, though apparently she’d been more solidly rebuffed this time. More solidly than the past seventy two times this year. Apparently they’d gotten their own witch. After that, Morgana was most likely at home. Probably sulking that she’d never get Negaduck. Completely blind to the fact that he wasn’t worthy of her.

Chicago took a breath at the large door to Morgana’s home. This was her time. It would all change tonight. After so long, she’d get Morgana to actually notice her. She smiled and knocked. After a minute the door opened.

Green eyes looked through a crack in the door and Chicago straightened to her full height. She wasn't short by any means. But Morgana still had a good inch or two on her. Just enough to make her have to look up. The eyes looked her up and down. Scathing and (calculating? Possibly just skip to beautiful). Beautiful. They narrowed and the door opened fully.

Her hair was up, which was something rare to see. The dress she had on was elegant but looked less heavy and expensive than what Chicago usually saw her in. Like she was just getting ready for bed. “Chicago,” Morgana said, rolling her eyes up in contempt.

“Listen, I may be a ‘normie’ but I’m still more fuckin’ magical than that married asshole,” Chicago said, pointing a finger toward Morgana and just barely tamping down her glare at the thought of Morgana’s infatuation with Negaduck to be softer than it normally would be.

Morgana leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest. Briefly Chicago closed her eyes. Just long enough to take a calming breath. She wasn't used to hiding anything about herself. Not emotions or whims. It was easier to simply let things come as they might. But this was important and had to be handled with more care. “Come out with me later tonight, when the stars would be high.”

“I've denied you before what makes you think I won't again?”

The answer sat on her tongue but she bit it back. Chicago bent at the waist instead, offering up her palm as she bowed. “Just one evening, my lady. If it's not to your liking I'll leave you alone.

”Morgana raised an eyebrow. “You swear it?”

“I do.” Chicago looked at Morgana over her glasses with a smirk. This would win her. She was sure of it.

There was a place in this city. Built on an incline, up onto a hill. It was one of the city's highest points and it sat away from almost everything else. The place was mostly devoid of buildings and completely absent of man made light as well, now that Chicago had burnt it all to the ground. In her own circle of broken buildings, melted glass, and ash. The perfect spot to show her lady the night sky; a sight that only just compared to her.

With a satisfied smile Chicago removed her mask. It wasn't something she'd ever actually needed. Her twin had seen to that. But the mask gave her an air of danger. Something intimidating to anyone who might see her as she lit her flames. A sharp, skeletal smile on a bed of red as flames licked brown eyes golden. These flames died long ago.

Glass that still gave a faint glow, warmed by gentle embers under it, sat beside her boot. It was thick and round, a tube with the tip heated. She picked it up. With gentle fingers she felt around the glow. Just to see how solid it was. The glass was soft, on the way to firming, and she took out her lighter to soften it a touch more before she pinched some glass between her fingers and pulled. The action was repeated and occasionally she rewarmed it, until she held a rose in her hand. With her mask gone her smile was clear. Small and pleased. Carefully she touched her lips to the petals so she didn't disturb her work as it cooled slowly in the air.

Later, when she presented the glass rose to Morgana, the stars reflected in the petals like galaxies in the ocean. Something soft shone in Morgana’s eyes when she took the rose and Chicago’s heart beat with pride. “Where did you get this?”

“I made it,” Chicago answered.

“It's gorgeous,” Morgana said and brought the glass rose up to her beak, placing the rose gently against it.

“Next to you it's nothing.”

Morgana gave a small smile and looked up at the sky. Her hair cascaded down her back, a waterfall of white over the sky of her dress. Like clouds high in the sky. Chicago reached out but clenched her hand into a fist before she could touch her. How anybody actually exercised patience was a mystery to her. It was painful. Distasteful. How she'd even managed it back when she was a kid, Chicago didn't know. (Yes she did. Back then she had something more important than the wait. Right now, she felt this desire outweighed the wait too.)

“The view is better higher up.”

“Lead the way.”

At the top of the hill Chicago had a blanket laid out with a basket of stolen baked goods next to it and a glass jar of lactose free milk. (She knew about the milk because of her twin. It lasted longer and tasted faintly of vanilla. Plus she didn't know if Morgana was lactose intolerant like her twin or not and didn't want to risk ending the date badly.)

Almost primly Morgana sat on the blanket. Chicago raised an eyebrow and held in half a laugh. It was still caught and Morgana turned an unimpressed look her way.

“Something to say?” The words were stiff.

“No,” Chicago smiled. “You're just so graceful in everything you do. I've never met anyone like that.” And she plopped down next to her, graceless. While it wasn't to accentuate her point, it did and Morgana seemed to relax again. “So, you want food?”

“That would be fine.”

They ate together for the first time on that hill. As Morgana watched the stars and traced the constellations, Chicago watched her. When they were done, Morgana picked the rose back up. Another shot of pride went through Chicago. That had been just another impulse, making that rose. She's glad it worked. Morgana spun the glass between her index and thumb. It made the stars swirl between the petals. A small smile curled Chicago’s snout. Warmth filled her chest, and she felt the desire to reach out again. To take and not ask.

She had to ask.

Was it time, though? Did it matter? Back with Tricksie, it was easier. ‘Time’ was their eighteenth birthday. ‘Time’ was when they finally made it out of that orphanage and she was no longer under the threat of being ripped from her twin, the only family she had. The only person she cared about. She cared about more people now, though. Tricksie, Eos- though she could be a bitch, Haiden- though she could be insufferable. And Morgana. Her lady. Who would be her lady, of her own volition. Chicago stood up and turned to her. Morgana raised her eyes to her. It was odd, to look down on the witch.

“He’s not worthy of you,” Chicago said.

Morgana looked at her and raised a single, elegant eyebrow. The glass rose twirled in her long fingers. “And you are?”

“Yes,” Chicago answered with full conviction. “I’m willing to give you every drop of attention and affection you deserve. I’m willing and able to get you anything you could possibly want.”

Something flickered in Morgana’s eyes. Something that Chicago couldn’t read. “That sounds like a proposal.”

Chicago’s blood ran cold. Had it? That'd never been her intention. She pushed down the sudden voice in her head telling her to flee and held out a hand. “It was just an offer.”

Surprisingly, Morgana took it. “I think I'd like to decide for myself if you're worthy or not.”

Launchpad checked his phone when his text tone went off. It was a short message, marked ‘44’. “She's mine.” He raised an eyebrow at that. So, she'd finally gotten Morgana to say yes? A short smile curved his beak. Good. That bitch was finally outta their hair. Maybe now things would calm down a little, even if they lost their best way of keepin’ track of time. “Hey Morg, ya think ya can make a gift basket? I have someone ta congratulate.”

“Oh?” Morgana questioned.

“Jus’ a friend of mine,” Launchpad said, flipping the phone closed. “Took care ‘o something I needed done. Somethin’ she really wanted.”

Morgana frowned at him curiously, eyebrows drawn together.

Though this Launchpad had a lot about himself that she still didn’t understand. Of course, she'd only been there… a few months? Between everything, it felt like longer. Mysteriously, it also felt shorter. So she shrugged. And made a basket of food. It was better her anyhow- they wanted a congratulations, not a funeral. If she let anyone else do it they'd surely get the latter.

For a while after that, the attempts on her life actually stopped. Morgana was kind of impressed. And more than pleased. Maybe she'd finally been accepted by this Gosalyn. (It'd taken a while with her own, too. Despite her Gos’ obvious fascination with her magic.) Until the brownies.

The brownies weren't anything big. They were chocolate. Burnt around the edges, yet still gooey in the middle. Honestly somehow on the cusp of undercooked. And also made with atropa belladonna. Deadly nightshade. Not immediately fatal. Certainly not fatal to her. But it was enough to let her know something.

The comment she'd made? A hair less than two weeks ago? ‘I've had worse’? Gosalyn took that comment as a challenge. Morgana had known this Gosalyn and her own long enough to confidently say, she wasn't that surprised. Honestly, she thought as she chewed a burnt edge, I should've known better. And she wasn’t sure what it said about her either, that she’d grown used to the attempts on her life. Because here she was, eating half baked brownies and absently considering what she might have to put up with in the coming days. Not an ounce of worry in her. Just a tired acceptance.

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tma-entity-song-poll · 5 months

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Battle of the Fear Bands B1R1: The Spiral

The Distortionist:

This one was submitted twice, so I've added both pieces of propaganda below:

"Very Michael coded- a song about distortion and mirrors and nothing being what it seems."

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Discord:

"Discord would make a fantastic spiral avatar- the embodiment of chaos and the warping of reality."