#this lore was fuckin banging
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whats your favorite piece of tumblr folk lore
cyber smith is my favorite. it feels like that dude doesnt exist in the real world. he feels like a facade of a consciousness from a place that only exists conceptually. for how oblivious to reality he seems, it feels like each of his posts came into being instantly at the same time, somewhere an inconceivable distant from us, all from the same unchaneable perspective, and are only now reaching our universe one at a time. a Big Bang of terrible, inconsistent, and immoral thoughts and ideas. truly one of the posters of online. and hes still fuckin out there. he replies to me on twitter sometimes and it takes everything in my power to not engage. i sometimes want to, but i dont know that it would be right. whenever considering it i feel the same apprehension that i would about approaching an unfamiliar, lost-seeming dog at night; i know someone needs to help, but i do not know that i can assure my own safety, or the safety of the dog.
anyway whats your favorite tumblr thing. those scam cartoon kickstarters were pretty cool too.
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Fandom: Mortal Kombat Legends: Cage Match
Relationships: Johnny Cage/Lord Raiden
Rating: E
Some misc content tags: godly sex, magic that makes Raiden horny, handjobs, blowjobs, nonstandard electric genitalia, trans!Johnny Cage, weird sex (like rly weird), brief breeding kink/fantasy (not acted upon), touch starved Lord Raiden, made up cage cult lore
Ao3 link also but I wrote it all in tumblr drafts like an idiot first so it’s here too
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“Johnny Cage, please… sit still.”
Raiden’s grip tightened on the man sitting in front of him, attempting to stop his squirming as he ran the wash cloth over his shoulders once more.
“Ah come onnnnn,” Johnny whined, “it’s cold!”
Raiden sighed. “It is meant to be. You have been infected by Netherrealm magic, Johnny Cage. These marks, the demon blood sitting in your veins…” He ran his fingers over the lines and symbols on Johnny’s back before quickly pulling away. The man below him shivered. “The healing waters of the Sky Temple will cleanse it from you,” Raiden continued, “but you must let me do my work.” He paused for a moment, softening. “I am sorry for any discomfort. I will try to be gentle.”
Johnny mumbled something quietly under his breath about shampoo and steam spas, before squaring his shoulders and reluctantly settling in once more. Raiden smiled, turning to dip the rag in the cool, glowing bowl of water on the table behind them. He wrung it out briefly, humming under his breath as he turned back to look over the skin yet to be cleaned.
“Lean forward, please,” he instructed. Johnny dipped his head down, and Raiden pushed the hair from the back of his neck, bringing the cloth to the last of the large diamond still drawn at the top of his spine. Johnny hissed at the contact.
“Why don’t you finish telling me about your fight with Shinnok?” Raiden prompted, hoping to distract him from his discomfort. He did not wish for this to be unpleasant, truly, but it still had to be done. Raiden could sense the touch of the Netherrealm on Johnny Cage, buzzing alongside… something else he could not place. It made him uneasy.
“Oh yeah!” Johnny’s head shot up in excitement before he froze, ducking back down apologetically. Raiden chuckled. “Where did we leave off again…? Oh! Right, kidnapped and tortured by my beautiful and demonic ex-costar. Alright, so—”
Raiden listened intently as Johnny once again launched into a colorful description of the last few days, recounting much of his own hardship and the battles he faced. Raiden worked the cloth slowly from the peak of his back down to the ink on his tailbone, moving up to his arms when he was finished there. He had already heard much of this story from Ashrah’s report to the temple earlier that day, but it was good to hear Johnny Cage’s side of things, and he was entertaining to listen to, if a bit grating.
“—And then I had a fuckin’ epiphany, you know? Throughout my life I’ve been told I’m special, and yeah, that sounds like the most stereotypical asshole claim to make coming from me, but when you’ve got Netherrealm women coming after your ass, it makes a guy reconsider! It was like I could feel this… this power in me.”
Raiden stilled his ministrations against Johnny Cage’s sternum, glancing down at him curiously. Ashrah had not mentioned that.
“It popped out earlier in the fight,” Johnny continued, “a little bit, at least, but I thought it was some trick of the street lights or a lucky hit, I dunno. But then I felt it. Solid. I knew what I had to do so I just went like—” He mimed a punch with one of his free arms, (“Bam!”) and for a moment, his skin lit up in green.
Raiden gasped, a jolt of brightness coursing from the surface of Johnny Cage’s skin into his own. It swept through his being with a surge of foreign mystic energy that left his fingers tight and his head spinning.
“I know right?” Johnny continued, oblivious. “It was wild. But anyway, he couldn’t touch me with it. I could just, bam bang pow! And he took it like a test dummy!”
Raiden nearly buckled. Every sound effect was punctuated with another flash of Johnny’s power, each new surge of light coursing through Raiden’s mind in a wave of heat and desire. A desire for service, a desire for touch. He could not focus. His fingers squeezed for purchase on Johnny’s shoulders, attempting to brace himself, his head light with visions of mortal bodies and twisting, rippling, green.
“And then it—Woah there big man, are you alright?”
Raiden groaned as Johnny Cage’s hand brushed over his thigh, flinching when he squeezed it slightly to steady him as he swayed.
Raiden blinked rapidly, trying to regain his composure.
“I am not… I am not sure…” he grit out. His voice was ragged, his mind warm.
Johnny looked concerned. “Maybe you should be the one sitting down right now. Hang on.”
He moved to get up from his chair, and something in Raiden’s chest flared. Immediately, he jerked forward to push him back down, his hands pressed tight against Johnny’s chest, the washcloth dribbling a line of blue over his stomach. Raiden panted. It felt as if every inch of his being had been set ablaze, something foreign and feverish stirring between his legs. This was what he had felt before, past the shadows of demonic blood and rage, this power.
Johnny stared up at Raiden, his eyes wide. “Sooo… this is new.” He laughed awkwardly. “You’re not gonna go all mad god on me too, right Ray-Man?”
Raiden smiled exasperatedly despite himself, shaking his head as he leaned closer. His mind yelled that this was not professional, that he was not acting with respect, but he could not find it in himself to care. Something drew his fingers to trace against Johnny’s jaw, something familiar in its tug, just on the edge of his memory.
Raiden swallowed. “What… what did the demons say was special about you?” he asked, his skin buzzing as he brushed idly over Johnny’s peach fuzz.
“Uhhh… something about my blood being… of the gods? I think?” he said. Ah. “I don’t know if they were being generous or what but my mom did have her fair share of weird stories about old relatives, and I mean, have you seen me?”
Raiden huffed, leaning back. “I have, Johnny Cage.”
Johnny’s eyes widened even further, and Raiden could hear the thump as his pulse quickened.
“And I believe I now understand our… situation,” Raiden continued. His mouth thinned against another wave of fuzzy heat. “There was once…an ancient group of Earthrealm champions, a clan like no other. They honed their bodies and spirits to be in the service of higher powers, to ascend beyond mortal limits and serve their deities with passion and pure will.” His hand trailed idly to Johnny’s chest. “They were bred for the gods.”
Johnny swallowed, glancing away from Raiden’s face and back to it several times in quick succession. “Sooo what you’re saying is…?”
“You, Johnny Cage, are a descendant of this clan,” Raiden explained. “Though seemingly not blessed with all their skills, it appears you still hold… you still hold their power, and it is…” Raiden made a small sound, unable to ignore the draw to the light before him, to the mark of such willing devotion. “It is intoxicating…” he whispered finally, curling into the mortal’s neck. His hat shifted upon his head, askew, but Raiden paid it no mind. His being pulsed with yearning. So close, and yet he dared not touch more.
Johnny was quiet for a moment, before Raiden felt the twitch of him smiling. “Are you saying I turn gods on with my magic warrior DNA?” he asked quietly, his voice dropping low enough to make Raiden groan.
“…Yes,” he murmured. “I would not wish to… to impose this on you. I am sorry.” His brows furrowed as he attempted to step back and give Johnny the space to leave. “I have already been much too invasive. That was not my intention. We may return to your care when I am in better—”
A hand snapped out to grip his thigh, pulling him back.
“Hold on a minute there, thunder buns.” Johnny smirked up at him, his eyes bright and his face far too mischievous. “If you’re saying you’re up for letting me service you—in like… the carnal sense—then I say clap these clouds and make me rumble. I’m more than game.”
Raiden was… shocked would not be the right word (though perhaps the one Johnny would have used jokingly if given the chance), but… flattered. Taken aback. Aroused.
He was not sure how to proceed. He was not used to the physical pleasures of mortal life, they were not something he usually desired. But this was an ancient calling, one that twisted between the very molecules of his body, reaching for him, calling him home with the promise of devout worship and a slick human mouth.
Raiden shivered.
He would not refuse this encounter today. This was an offering he would accept gratefully.
“Very well, Johnny Cage,” Raiden said, reaching up to hold the man’s face delicately. “You may serve me.”
Johnny grinned, and immediately moved to get to work.
He maneuvered the rag from Raiden’s grip easily and tossed it aside, wiping the stray wetness on his pants before his hands settled firmly on Raiden’s hips. Raiden gasped slightly at the touch, whining louder when Johnny’s fingers lit up once more, trailing white hot over the back of Raiden’s legs and the front of his stomach. The feeling was euphoric, a lost connection made whole again, an insatiable claim on flesh and blood. Raiden let his fingers card into Johnny’s hair, tugging gently with every soft moan that fell from his lips as his senses filled with a lifelong echo of old devotion.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Johnny said slyly. “How good do I make you feel, big man?How badly do you want me to touch you?”
Raiden grunted as Johnny sent another punch of charge to his core. “Enough that I cannot wait, Johnny Cage,” he answered breathlessly. “Please.”
Johnny grinned. “Of course, my Lord.”
His hands dipped beneath Raiden’s robes, tugging on the knots of his belt and the twists of fabric until the cloth came loose. Raiden could not help but sigh as his form was freed from its confines, every inch of him hard and aching, fresh light seeping from the space between his legs. He had not been so worked up in eons.
“Woah…” he heard Johnny mutter.
Raiden glanced down and found his eyes wide, managing to muster a small huff of amusement as he shifted himself closer to Johnny’s face. The light of his shaft flickered gently over his features, stray crackles of energy jumping forward as if to reach him.
“It will not hurt you,” Raiden reassured, petting his head idly. “You may touch it.”
Johnny reached forward slowly, pausing only for a moment to glance up at Raiden before finally taking him in hand. Raiden hissed, feeling the hum of energy against warm skin as Johnny stroked him experimentally. It had been so long.
Johnny’s pace quickly increased, confidence returning to his face as he seemed to get a feel for Raiden’s form. His fingers flicked over the length, deft and smooth, his thumb catching under the stuttering tip for a moment and pressing before sliding back down to the base. Raiden keened deep in his chest, a stray bolt streaking out to fizzle harmlessly against Johnny’s cheek.
“I’ve gotta say, this is definitely the weirdest handjob I’ve ever given,” Johnny commented. “But, but, it also may be the hottest. So. Win.”
Raiden was too lost to respond. His gut was churning as Johnny continued to twist him in his heated palm, his skin pumping against Raiden with mystic charge, light leaking between his knuckles and spattering hissing to the temple floor.
It was so hard to keep him in focus.
Every movement made Raiden’s mind brim with old memories. Sensations pushed forward, buoyed on a wave of genetic valor and viscous light that made his stomach flip and tense. Bodies long lost, opening themselves to their gods, crying out as they were taken and filled.
Raiden whined quietly, his grip tightening in Johnny’s hair.
He could sense how precious they were, tender weapons formed from human shapes, built to serve their devotion. Something surged forth as Johnny’s aura sparked, and Raiden’s head tipped back in a silent shout, the echo of hundreds of hands sliding over his torso, rubbing and touching and pressing ghostly kisses into the space of his thighs.
“Johnny,” he pleaded softly, though he did not know what for. Did Johnny even know what he was doing? Did he know what bliss he was pulling from Raiden’s form?
His grip was so firm for a mortal’s. Raiden could feel the steadiness of it, the way Johnny’s energy burned to meet Raiden’s own. His head felt dizzy with it. Heavy and warm, like clouds on the precipice of rain.
His hips began to cant slightly into Johnny’s fist, the air around them growing heated and prickly as his thrusts quickly turned harsh in desperation. Johnny squeezed around Raiden’s base with a small chuckle, his palm tightening when his length slid back to squeeze around the tip. Raiden’s breath burst out in a plume of static.
“Come on, big guy,” Johnny coaxed. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
Raiden whined again. He was, Elder Gods, he was, but he could not speak. His mind was too deep in tangles of pleasure and old, lingering prayers, his thoughts swimming with visions of fruitful harvests and warm hearths. Yes. The power surged in satisfaction. Johnny Cage had earned such a reward. How well he had served him. How good he felt.
Maybe it was his lack of response that urged Johnny to move his other hand. He reached between Raiden’s legs, intent, perhaps, to find more flesh to massage, an expected weight to cup and roll. Instead, his fingers slid over the wetness there, the plasma sparking under his touch, and a jolt shuddered through Raiden’s legs. He heard Johnny hum thoughtfully, his hand slowing on Raiden’s shaft for only a moment, before—
“Ah!”
Raiden tugged harshly at Johnny’s hair as a burst of heat curled into him, soft, firm fingers sliding deep into his being.
“Johnny Cage—!” he began, but he was already lost. Like a coiled spring, his form burst, warm, vibrant light spilling in jagged streaks over Johnny’s face, a gush of glowing slickness following from below as something deep and primal rejoiced in the air around them.
Johnny looked smug as he stroked Raiden through it, his movements only slowing when Raiden finally gasped something harsh under his breath and flinched away. He removed his touch then, making sure to catch Raiden’s eye as he licked his fingers languidly.
“My my my,” Johnny said quietly. “Wasn’t that… electric.”
Raiden’s grip softened against his scalp, and he managed a small laugh as his chest heaved. What a strange human. He swallowed thickly, running a hand over Johnny’s head again as he tried to collect his thoughts.
Raiden was sated, yes, the calling deep within him quieted to a lulling hum, but… he did not feel satisfied. There was something… unfinished… an itch.
Ah.
An offering still to be rewarded.
Raiden’s hand moved down to slide over Johnny’s cheek, smearing idly through his own spend as it came to rest on his jaw. He felt the shift of weight as the man leaned into him.
“What’s up, lightning rod?” Johnny asked with a grin. “I leave you speechless?”
Raiden chuckled softly again. “No, no, it is just that you…you have not received your blessing.”
Johnny blinked. “My what now?”
Raiden brought his other hand to Johnny’s face, cupping it carefully as he tilted his gaze to better meet his own. He felt as if he were floating on instinct. This new pull was softer, but insistent; guiding him forward, pushing his mind to other ends. There were two halves of this exchange, Raiden saw that now, and he had yet to fulfill his own.
“Your blessing, Johnny Cage,” he repeated. “Your release,” he emphasized.
“What does that mean exac—oh ok!” Johnny squeaked as Raiden ran a thoughtful thumb over his lip.
“It means…Open for me…”
It was Johnny’s turn to look shocked then. He stared up at Raiden, a soft flush spreading beneath the scrapes and bruises on his cheeks.
“You will still be able to breathe, if that is a worry,” Raiden reassured. He knew human density caused issues with such matters. Johnny shook his head immediately, muttering a quiet No I’m fine, under his breath, before slowly leaning forward to open his mouth. Raiden smiled, petting his temple appreciatively.
“You are indeed special, Johnny Cage,” he said. “Your blood echoes with that of those who came before you, those who swore their beings to their faith.” He began to guide the flickering tip of his shaft forward, tilting his hips slowly until it slid across Johnny’s tongue. Raiden gasped quietly at the contact. “I wish to show you why,” he breathed, watching as Johnny’s eyes fluttered closed. “I wish to show you the worth of this devotion.”
Raiden pushed until his length hit the back of Johnny’s throat, and then paused. Even this, perfectly still, was so much. Raiden was not as hard as he had been before, but he was still sensitive. Energy crackled softly against Johnny’s lips, his mouth humming around Raiden’s girth, and Raiden felt himself shudder for a moment. Being this close to a mortal, so deep inside… it felt right. And yet it… it was not enough. His soul ached for more.
Johnny made a low sound as Raiden’s hips twitched forward slightly, his eyes pressed closed and his brows furrowed. His skin flickered bright for a moment, as if involuntarily, and it sent a thrum of power pulsing up between his gums. Raiden hissed, his hips rocking harder on impulse, caught by the breathless sensation and the dazed warmth that settled once again over his thoughts.
Perfect. Holy. He knew what had to be done.
Careful to start his pace easy, Raiden began steadily bucking into Johnny’s mouth. His lips were plush, his throat squeezing effortlessly around him as it welcomed him deeper. Wet and giving. Perfect.
Raiden’s thrusts quickened, his own slick leaving sticky trail on Johnny’s chin, parting messily in strings of luminescent spend and popping light.
“You are wonderful, Johnny Cage,” he whispered, a sound rumbling deep in his chest as he pressed himself even further inside. Johnny made a confused noise below him, but Raiden paid it no mind. “You will see how worthy you are,” he breathed, “what a gift you have earned.”
Raiden canted forward hard into Johnny’s mouth, fingers squeezing around the back of his head as he held him flush against his pelvis and stilled. He caught his breath for only a moment, panting, before a moan ripped from his chest as he let himself expand.
Quick as lighting, currents of form bled outwards from Raiden’s tip, rushing through Johnny’s body in seeking, buzzing, tendrils. Johnny moaned loudly beneath him, his fingers scrambling up to squeeze tight at Raiden’s hips as his skin flickered and tensed with a web of undulating light; Raiden’s light.
He could feel every inch of Johnny now, from the inside out. Every nerve of his system, every charged breath. He pushed his being through the expanse of Johnny’s lungs, feeling the crackle of air before rushing to the tips of his toes and the curve of his thighs. Bolts streaked from the surface of his skin to curl back and leave fluttering touches on whatever they could reach; his face, his chest, his cock.
Raiden moaned softly as he concentrated himself there, between Johnny’s legs, pushing between his folds and playing idly with the flesh there. He was so wet, the head of his cock engorged as it rubbed on the inside of his boxers, sticky and twitching as Raiden pressed against it. Johnny keened, his hips grinding down as Raiden tugged on it slightly, rolling the tip in his light as Johnny humped into the volts of tactile pleasure, chasing his release.
Raiden could feel the knot of power inside him, a twisting mass of green undulating against Johnny’s soul and mixing with Raiden’s own. It called him deeper, urging him to press inside, and Raiden groaned, sliding a part of himself to the place it coaxed him to. The place it wanted him to fill, the place it wanted him to make whole.
Hands of light broke forth to caress Johnny’s stomach, sliding up to play with the buds of his chest and skim the small scars beneath them as Raiden continued to finger him slowly.
He was truly a specimen. He was brash, but kind, and his lineage was great; a line that would surely flourish should it be brought into the modern era. Raiden could so easily sire more… stake his divine claim on this mortal body, reinvigorate his bloodline. He could create more beautiful warriors, more who were so dedicated to life and brimming with passion, carrying a god’s blood in their veins. It would be so easy… so simple…
He let himself indulge for a moment, a soft sound falling from his lips as he ground forward and let his thoughts slip into visions of a full womb and laughing children.
Perhaps then he would not be alone. Perhaps then he could bring something of light to this world instead of blood and pain.
Perhaps…
Raiden let his form retreat from Johnny’s core with a soft breath.
No… he was not so selfish as to cross that line. It was a wish for another lifetime, another day with a body that was not his own. He focused instead on pleasuring Johnny as he was now, on the bliss of his walls squeezing around Raiden and the sing of near orgasmic adrenaline in his veins. Raiden was not far behind. They would complete this worship together.
“Johnny Cage,” he murmured, “son of Karlatun, descendant of Scandinavia and Greece.” His form pulsed its touch within him, and Johnny moaned in response. “You have done well for this lord,” Raiden said, gritting his teeth as the next slide through Johnny’s being made his mind burn. “You are worthy of my blessing.”
And with that, Raiden let go once more.
A rippling crackle of light burst through Johnny’s body, carrying with it every breath of ecstasy forged from the past, every signal of pleasure Raiden could muster. It squeezed and lifted great sounds from them both, a wave of thunderous heat spilling over Johnny’s shoulders as Raiden curled over him, feeding him every second of it, every blissful spark.
He released until he was shaking, until his being could give no more. Raiden heaved above Johnny, fingers clutching preciously at the curves of his neck as his form slowly coiled back into a shivering weight on his tongue.
What perfection this was… what a beautiful end to prayer…
Raiden swallowed, licking his lips dryly as he leaned back and straightened. Johnnys eyes were still closed below him, a blissful tenseness to his features that looked almost as if he were asleep. Raiden ran a finger over his cheek, pushing a lock of sweaty hair behind his ear before beginning to slowly pull out. He hissed under his breath as he did so, too tender to touch even himself.
Johnny was silent as Raiden stepped fully away, his touch leaving the man only briefly to collect the cloth from the floor and return to clean him as best he could. His breaths came out shaky as Raiden touched him again, his lips reddened and sticky.
“Are you alright?” Raiden asked, wiping the lines of spend from Johnny’s chin.
The man’s eyes slid open, glassy and still blown wide, but able to find Raiden easily. “Yeah,” he rasped out. “Fuckin’… more than alright. Shit…”
Raiden smiled and continued to clean him. “Good,” he said. “I would not wish to have done you harm with that display. You did very well.”
Johnny grinned lazily, and Raiden huffed slightly as he cupped the back of his head to tilt him.
“Was that your first human in a few centuries?”Johnny asked.
“Yes,” Raiden answered easily. “My work does not usually have need for this kind of coupling.” He glanced down in emphasis, and watched as Johnny’s gaze flicked between his legs, finding where Raiden’s form had already relieved itself of physical burden, his thighs fading up into nothing but a smooth mass of electricity.
Johnny clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Daaang… no round three?”
Raiden smiled again. “Not today, Johnny Cage.”
“Not today, but that means you’re still up for another round sometime, right?”
Raiden laughed. “I do not know why this is an experience you would want to repeat, but I am not… opposed to the idea, no.” Maybe it would do him good to engage in mortal pleasures more often. This was… enjoyable. Plus, he did not think he would be able to ignore the effect Johnny had on him.
“Well, ranking this against my tower of other lays,” Johnny began, “let’s see… I think that was… the second time a blowjob has given me a muscle cramp?” He smirked. “But this was way more fun than college wrestling.”
Raiden smiled, moving to cleanse the towel before returning. “Is that high praise?” he asked.
“Very.”
He hummed, running the cloth down over Johnny’s chest. “You are an interesting man, Johnny Cage. I appreciate your… willingness for new experiences.”
“Eh, it’s what makes life fun, plus,” his hand moved up to smooth idly over Raiden’s thigh, “I gotta continue the work of my bloodline somehow, right?”
Raiden stilled, glancing up to find Johnny’s eyes watching him, sharp with intent. His breath hitched.
Johnny held his gaze for a moment, something flickering in the air between them, before his face melted back into its previous innocence. His grip lightened.
“By the way,” he said, “do you have laundry out here? ‘Cause I really need to wash my pants.”
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141 characters as FNAF night guards + what game they belong to bc I can
FNAF stuff, spoilers for the FNAF lore?
Gaz
Sister location
Almost shat himself when he saw that Circus baby wasn’t in her correct spot
Has literal tears in his eyes every time he has to go check up on Funtime Freddy
But loves Bon Bon
Didn’t sleep for a week after he had that first interaction with a bidybab
Only thing stopping him from crying in the spring lock suit was knowing he wouldn’t survive if he even just sweat a little
After Ennard fucked off out of his body he had a break down in the mirror
Not because he was a walking corpse or anything but because he didn’t look as good when he was alive (or at least that’s what he believed)
Ghost
FNAF 4 (cuz yknow, childhood trauma)
Except he’s an adult in this
Don’t ask why or how it works just go with it
Calm on the outside but once the sun comes up he gets in the shower and just stares at the water for 3 hours, contemplating his life and what it’s become
Very skilled at knowing where everyone is
Always struggles to fit under the bed
Once it’s all over it looks like he put black eyeshadow all over his eyes due to his lack of sleep
Now has a new fear of bears he didn’t have before
Soap
FNAF 2
Cried his first shift
Actually no scratch that, he cried every shift
Only reason he kept going was because it was the only job he could get
Had a crush on Toy Chica until she took her beak off
Now he’s scared shitless of her
Likes balloon boy even though he’s a little shit
At first genuinely believed he had too much Za when he saw the animatronics move
Least favourite is definitely Withered Chica
She haunts his dreams fr
So sad she ended up withered because she used to be his fav
At some point debated just going into work with torches strapped all over his body with a Tupperware container filled to the brim of batteries
Decided not to because he couldn’t afford it and it would be uncomfortable
Price
FNAF 3
At first thought it was a prank by his co-workers
When he realised he was in actual danger, all he could say was “well fuck”
Every time an animatronic apart from spring trap jump scares him he swears he goes more blind
“Bloody fuckin hell! I’d rather have my eyes strapped open while a flash bang goes off”
Smokes 5X more cigars than usual to help with the stress
“Laswell I’m tellin you! These fuckin robots are out for my ass! There’s this giant fuckin rabbit that looks like it ate a grenade about to go off!!”
Burns the place down and goes home and collapses for the first time in a week
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We want to know your Farcille Half-Foot Incident Ideas please
OK SO THE FARCILLE HALF FOOT INCIDENT THAT LIVES IN MY BRAIN. nobody look at me i'm really tender about my farcille headcanons
Spoilers for like ch22 til 50ish and for anime onlys
SO ROLESWAP WITH FALIN AS THE ONE GOING TO RESCUE LAIOS AFTER HE GETS EATEN BY THE DRAGON. things would be similar to in canon with some differences. Laios getting fuckin bit in half saving falin. Marcille being the one to teleport them all and feeling really guilty for leaving laios behind but she was unable to stomach the idea of losing falin when it was so close to happening… both of them still having chil tag along (chil is now the one pining for his missing touden btw. if you even care).
And meeting Senshi who is a bit more reserved about Falin’s magic but less wary because it’s gnomish and he knew gnomes at least. Falin and Marcille both doing dark magic together to resurrect him. (Um. Falin may have put herself in the dungeon a bit and well you see she might just be a beautiful puppy girl with gender affirming fangs and feathers and. um. the dragon cock) and
She is grappling with taking what she wants and no longer just being understanding and easygoing and protecting everyone else but having to confront seizing her own happiness and her own life and rescuing Laios even if other people don’t like him. i see her as being a fundamentally deeply enmeshed character and growing from that would be her plot arc. Namari would still leave but they might still have Shuro idk. Or maybe Falin would alienate him by saying something abt Laios mattering more and not caring about Shuro or if he loved her if he can’t save Laios then who gives a shit about him. And then he’d leave to get his retainers and prove himself to HER rather than his father I think. Yeah that’s pretty good
And ANYWAYS falin is already a chimera so the changeling shrooms maybe don’t affect her or maybe she just gets like. Um. you know how izutsumi just becomes a different race of beastkin. Don’t look at me. And then Marcille is still a half foot and she gets soooooo overwhelmed. The speculative bio of it all. The undocked long tail. (Chil could share a little lore about them traditionally being docked at adolescence to become an adult to avoid stigma of being considered basically beast men etc [and falin would be like ooooh shit that’s why he’s so weird about eating demihumans huh bcuz some ppl consider half-foots basically as that.] but also that more modern half-foots are eschewing the tradition... He let his kids pick what they wanted to do, and Fler wanted hers docked but Mei and Puck chose to keep them.)
And anyway overwhelmed Marcille just wants Falin to take care of her so Falin carries her away in her big strong chimera tallman arms and keeps brushing her whiskers and well. They simply get so curious about each others’ bodies (no chance to explore really with the pace of the dungeon and staying ahead of Others), that they simply must bang it out. Falin can smell her. Btw. Biting with the fangs. Btwwww
Chil also had an experience of chimera laios treating him oh so gently and staring at him w the same usual dopey laios look before wreaking havoc on everyone else. Btw. And it keeps him up at night. If u even care
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Enid tries to not take scenes too seriously while filming. Her whole thing is being a good actress, someone who can give it their all, not take it heart, make it feel real.
But fuck. It hurt to pretend fight with Wednesday. It hurt to shout at and be shouted at, it hurt to see Wednesday's face tighten and constrict with well-fsked anger.
It hurts.
She tries hard to hide it- very hard, and very well.
She's a good actress. She hides it. She doesn't want Wednesday to think she can't take it. They're so far into filming! A replacement now could push this project back months or even years!
She tries extra hard to push it down at home. Don't bring work home, happy wife, happy life, all that good stuff.
But one day it just hits.
It was so small. Enid wasn't watching where she was going and hit a doorframe and Wednesday was there and called her an idiot with that fond tone but Wednesday also called her an idiot during a shoot earlier and it felt real and-
She bawls. Wails. Breaks down in the entrance of their shared kitchen.
Wednesday's got a hand in her hair, another rubbing her ribs and it helps but also doesn't but it does-
Enid cries for a good while. The sun was nearing it's drip over the skyline, and by the time she's done, the sky's gone black.
It's nearing winter. Maybe she isn't as pathetic as she thinks she is.
"Dear," Wednesday starts, soft voiced in a way only Enid is privy to. "Are you alright? Do you wish to talk?"
"You yelled at me." It's all she can muster, meager and weak and pathetic.
She's pathetic.
"When, Cara Mia? I never mean to raise my voice."
"Durin' the fuckin'- the- the shoot. Part of the shoot. It was part of the shoot, part of the shoot, part of the shoot, part of the shoot, part of t-"
"Enid." Wednesday's voice has a finality to it. A sturdiness. "I understand you are distressed. But breathe, sweetheart."
Enid hadn't even realized she'd stopped breathing or that her claws were out or she'd been scratching her arms bloody.
"Right, right, right yup, you're ri- correct. I need to breath."
"You need to breath." Wednesday parrots.
They sit sit for a bit. A few moments. Minutes, maybe. Wednesday's thumb rubs circles into her forearm, the other hand placed lovingly on her cheek, cupping it warmly.
Loving.
"I know you didn't mean it," Enid starts, careful and slow and shaky and hurt, "but you yelled during the scene earlier -and it's part of the fucking script- but you sounded so mad-" tears in her fucking eyes like she's a fucking child.
"My wolf," Wednesday wipes the tears before they fall and it's such a tender action it makes Enid cry just a little harder. "I.."
She kisses Enid's forehead quietly, brushes her bangs back.
"I'm sorry. I meant nothing of the anger I gave you. It was fake."
"I know!-" Enid sobs, and her body rattles with it, "but it -fuck- it felt real!"
She takes a big breath to calm herself. Swallows air and spit and hurt.
"I know you never meant it- always give me kisses to make up for it, but you sound so convincing and it hurts so bad. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn't wanna hurt you or make you feel bad or like you had to delay or end the movie just because of me!"
She pants.
"It makes me feel like shit because both our characters have good points and it feels like we're having a real fight. It makes this part of me feel like our relationship is on the rocks and about to end and i want to break down and cry because of it."
Wednesday holds her.
It helps.
It's real.
"We're taking a break." No room for argument in her voice. Enid swallows. It's just spit she swallows now.
"A couple of weeks, maybe 3 or 4 if you need- and you will not lie."
"Okay. Okay." It's the first time in a few weeks she feels like she can breath unrestricted.
"Okay."
(Apologies if this isn't lore correct all the way through- I'm still new to your blog and AUs and what-not.)
man anon, you got me teary and shit. This is amazing! its totally alright for stuff to not be lore correct, i'll prob just offhandedly mention it but this is definitely how i'd do it too
i love it so much, just the way enid tends to shoulder things and just how willing Wednesday is to help her through it
its amazing man 😥you write them so well
#streamer enid au#writing#exquisite asf holy shit#my followers really be talented as hell#Writer anon
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Hello!!! I am so curious if you have any spare Trillium and Ivy lore that you’d like to share? Any backstories, character playlists, cut scenes, whatever you’d like! It’s definitely become one of my comfort fics, and it’s so well written and funny! Have a great day! 🤞🏻
Hell yeah! I just opened my original note/outline document to look through it, so here's some concepts that never made it into the final version (but could still be true!):
-[re:meryl and milly] one of the couple is trans. everyone assumes it is 6-foot deadlift-a-tree Milly, but it is of course 5'4" blow-away-in-a-stiff-wind Meryl
-Hoppered, or Hop, liaises with the May homeless population and still spends a huge amount of time on the streets, but has been a staple at the shelter for so long that the people who run the place started insisting on paying him to help them with outreach. He is usually around somewhere in his wheelchair with his backpack of supplies for specific recipients - like he takes people their prescriptions, makes sure the people with allergies get special groceries, knows exactly where to put up notices about shower and bed and job opportunities. One of the people at the shelter is the blind woman from the manga
-actual part of my notes: "livio's just like didja bang yet. didja bang yet. hey hey, nick. you fuckin. hey. and nick is like I Will Push You Out Of This Moving Car I Swear To God. but privately also thinking like, i can never admit how much ive been jerking it recently, could vash STOP carrying heavy bags of mulch around the parking lot all day, please vash i am going to die"
-Another long chunk of the notes, detailing the Saverem family dynamic: "vash explains he grew up on a farm with some ex-commune hippie parents who adopted he and knives and tried to get away from a lot of the groupthink of the commune while still imparting their ideals onto the twins. which meant homeschooling and a lot of camping, backpacking, learning to live off the land kinda stuff. alex died when the twins were really young but rem was a good single mom. but the twins always were competitive and when knives caused the accident it tore the family apart. vash was in the hospital for a really long time and ended up never going to college because of it, and knives started college but dropped out to join the group he ran with for several years. rem couldn't quite empty-nest because vash had to be home a lot for recovery and went through a long period of depression during which he slowly went back and got his GED, learned to cope with prosthetics and chronic pain, relearned loving the land, and turned from big farming projects to smaller garden projects. then rem was diagnosed with ovarian cancer which is cruel because she and alex never could conceive - why they adopted - and rem and vash had a really strong period of bonding while he healed and she died, during which she apologized for accidentally teaching the twins that productivity and purpose was everything, because really purpose isn't everything. just existing is a good in the world. existing and being kind to yourself and others. and plants that didn't "do" anything were just as precious as ones that made food or other "useful" stuff. Vash grows flowers for rem. she loved red flowers, especially geraniums. rem dies."
AGAIN I JUST WANT TO SAY, I was fuckign writing this before Stampede even got announced, so that damn apollo dodgeball of prophecy got me even with the idea of "plants that don't do anything."
-the original outline for the final showdown with Legato involved Livio, Zazie, Meryl & Milly ALL also going to the warehouse (later turned into the abandoned nightclub). It was batshit and I realized how untenable it was pretty early, and dumped everyone from the scene except the vital players (V, W, K, Legato). I also had this incredibly complicated way to justify why Legato getting arrested wouldn't just immediately get Knives also arrested? and then I realized that, duh, by far the easiest way to sidestep the issue was to just kill Legato. He dies in every canon anyway. Like why was I trying to keep him alive, lol.
-midvalley was going to be an FBI guy? ok sure
OTHER LITTLE SCENES I meant to write for the follow-up of mini-fics:
-Nick is from somewhere cold, and underestimates heat. He speaks at a burial in the summer (full suit, no tent) and ends up having heat exhaustion. doesn't know why he's so sick until Vash gets the details of his day out of him and Vash is like, good god man, here is water, go lie down, did you not grow up with constant PSAs about how not to get heat stroke? and nick's like NO you dipshit!
-Vash is from somewhere hot, and underestimates cold! An ice storm that is unreasonably strong for the area (thanks climate change!) passes through and Vash is just excited for snow like a kid at Christmas. meanwhile Nick is going feral trying to winterize a house that was never built for/intended to be winterized. Vash's joy at the snow helps remind him to see the beauty of it for a while, and that's nice, but then their power stays out for like a week and it becomes "huddle for warmth in a snowed in cabin" trope except more depressingly realistic bc it's your own damn home and you can barely live in it. :C (drawn from personal experience, ahaha... ugh)
-at some point I had meant to write them going on a trip to the beach with the girls, and/or a trip to December so Vash could meet Melanie and Nick could visit St. Michaels
anyway that's all I can think of for now! thank you so much for being a fan of my silly story! <3 <3 <3 I loved writing it and I love how much love it's gotten over time since I posted it.
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ALR
AR! LORE FINALLY DONE
I will warn you this is just. A giant fuckin wall of text so if you don't wanna read that I don't blame you lmao
In the beginning, the monster world was completely empty, and then, through a sort of cosmic big bang, the Celestials were born, with the ability to create life through “Celestial Energy”, which is. Essentially the Spark Of Life in this AU. And so, they all went off and created islands, and monsters, and critters, and everything else under the sun; the strongest of whom was Galvana, who created the 5 natural islands and all of the monsters on them. And for many, many years, they all lived in harmony in the Celestial Lair, their castle far above the monster world. That was, until the tragic death, or, at the very least, disappearance of the Celestial of Mech, Vhamp.
After the death(?) of Vhamp, Galvana (who was his partner), kinda uh. Went batshit insane?? She became incredibly aggressive and lashed out at the other Celestials, arguing for the sake of arguing and even getting into physical confrontations with them. Eventually this became too much for everyone else, and they kicked her out of the Lair, hoping that some time alone would let her blow off some steam.
Unfortunately, this decision was poorly timed, because directly after she was kicked out, monster history was changed forever; a team of human researchers found out how to enter their universe, and Galavana, acting purely out of selfishness and spite, decided to take advantage of their naivety. She formulated a plan to go to war with the humans and usurp their planet for herself, so that she could continue expanding the monster population. But first and foremost, she’d befriend them, so she could learn everything about them.
This is where the Wubboxes came in.
The first two Wubboxes, Common and Rare, were designed to be walking tanks, essentially. Imbued with insane amounts of the element of electricity, they were insanely powerful, but were relatively fragile compared to their younger epic brethren (who I’ll get to later lmao). They were sent out as carrier pigeons for Galvana, learning everything they could about the humans, and then bringing the info back to her, all while keeping up their friendly appearances. Unfortunately for Galvana, however, one of them actually got attached to the humans.
Rare was, and still is, an extremely empathetic creature, getting attached to anything and everything that gave him the time of day. And so, with the researchers being extremely nice to both him and his brother, he was.. A little more than hesitant about Galvana’s plan, and when it finally came to fruition and the “war” (it was really just a couple military units, small-scale but tragic nonetheless) began, he fought back, arguing that she shouldn’t be doing it for.. Obvious reasons. Galavana, afraid that one of her creations fighting against her would not only cause other monsters to dissent, but that he could be a force to be reckoned with on the humans’ side, she decided to just straight up murder him right there. In front of his brother, Common.
That went about as well as you’d expect.
So Common fuckin murders Galvana, Rare just barely survives by the skin of his teeth (but is left permanently damaged as a result), the monsters find out about Galvana’s plan (she lied to them about the war, saying that the humans had instigated it when they hadn’t), and the humans retreat back to their universe, completely cutting ties with the monsters, but not carrying things further, luckily.
Word eventually carries to the Celestials, who were completely oblivious to the literal mass murder happening on the Natural Islands, and they helped rebuild their society. Shortly, everything was like it was before, like nothing ever happened.
Several years later, the first ever monster handler by the name of Professor Wardin E. Spurrit rediscovered the monster world, and left behind many journals documenting his journeys and discoveries. He later disappeared, and was presumed dead, his final words being a cryptic message, telling any readers not to eat the food or drink the water, because “it’s not for us”.. Creepy.
However, his discoveries kicked off a love for the monster world, and made monster handling its own branch of science, however small it was. In the modern day, two new handlers embarked on their own adventure into the monster world - Monster Handler Todd and Monster Handler Estelle, respectively - in order to finish what Professor Spurrit began.
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And that’s where we are now!!! If you have any questions for me please don’t hesitate to ask! Call me Matt because I would love to give you extremely long, tedious, and verbose answers on anything and everything lmao. Introductions to the Wubboxes should be coming soon, I’ve just gotta finish designing them all and writing down their descriptions, and after them should be the Celestials!!!!! Enjoy this for now tho, lol.
#my singing monsters#msm#galvhamp#I'm only tagging that bc it's mentioned HSHSHS#Alternate Realities#it's got a tag now!!! gotta go back and retag everything smh
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tagged by @deadlysoupy
hi. prepare for the oversharing because I love to hear my own voice but written and have zero restraint when it comes to shutting the hell up <3
last song listened to: homiefkinbet by sunday cruise
currently reading: N/A but my favorite literary work is probably jackalope wives because it's fuckin weird, really based, and I have the attention span of a goldfish. also, jackalopes are awesome.
sweet/spicy/savory: probably a combination of sweet and savory because mm kbbq marinade. and pad thai. and creamy carbonara buldak ramen...and I could really go on. the only reason I don't pick spicy is because SOME people (you know who you are irls) forced me to eat fire noodles and it was an awful experience.
obsessions: (prepare for big paragraph!!!) my fandoms/blorbos (it rules my life a bit TOO much), art and making art of all kinds except baking which I am notably awful at unless it's pizza, trains but mostly from a cosmetic perspective, I'm superficial that way sorry/jjj, not obssesed but friends are a big part of my life, I can get very paranoid and hysterical about my friends well being (i cried when my besties moved away because what if a meteor hits them and I never see them again I wish I was kidding rn), my chicken gf pharma obviiii, staying up until 5am and getting 4 hours of sleep because I'm nuts and have zero sense of self-preservation, tetristetristetristetris, sorry I think I forgot to say Tetris I love Tetris did I say Tetris because I love Tetris btw korobeiniki metal version slaps, loudish music, especially surf punk/surf rock, shit bangs like you wouldn't believe, anti-fascism I hate fascism passionately, LORE for anything really but especially for original work(oc's, au's original stories, fan continuities, ect), it's so cool to see what peoples brains come up with, and probably more things but I think I'll stop here so I can sleep within the hour.
relationship status: single, but a funny story is once in 10th grade I decided amino dating would be a good experience and got dumped because I didn't have Roblox after like 2 weeks of dating 💀
last thing I googled: ao3 (I accidentally deleted all my Google tabs on my phone)
currently working on: catching up on homework, ratchet doodle, starbee, fixing my life schedule which has been flipped upside down (i woke up at 7pm the other day 😭😭😭), being more positive, being more social, learning social skills, being cringe and free!!!!, oil painting
ok end bean spilling. I don't know people so I'm just going to tag @leefyberrybread
ty for the ask soupy, hope you have a great week ^^
#trashbox talk#did you guys know I'm extremely introverted#you would not gather that from this post#I hope I don't regret this when I'm mentally stable again in a month(hopeful) or like tomorrow morning which is in 3 hours and 40 minutes#ok nappy time goodnight tumbly
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TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !
favorite color (s) : orange!! it used to be red, but orange just kinda felt a lot more pleasant when i got older. so i just warmed up to it - no pun intended.
favorite genre (s) : for movies, i do enjoy some horror elements along with action. for video games, action again with some first person shooters here and there. though i wouldn’t call them my absolute favorite ?? though def fun.
favorite music : definitely rock is somewhere up there, i have found a lot more interest in more electronic music ?? i’m not sure that’s the right word for it but uh, we’ll just say that.
favorite movie : currently, shin godzilla. i just love godzilla in general so i would also slap down final wars next to it. i also really really liked dragonball super: broly, def my favorite anime movie.
favorite series : game wise, definitely kingdom hearts. i know the lore is a complicated fuckfest - but i love it to death regardless, people rag on it too much. anime series, probably my hero academia currently ??
last song : not really the full song but, this video featuring two time by jack stauber. it’s super fuckin’ good and gets me motivated to draw.
last series : record of lodoss war !! wanted to try the game but i decided to watch the OG series first cuz the elf girl was really cute. before that was gundam iron orphan and ... mercury witch? tbh, did not like mercury witch. felt more like a highschool melodrama more than a gundam series.
last movie : puss in boots: the last wish !! i honestly forgot it was a fucking shrek spin-off for a good chunk of the last one, it was so good. dreamworks coming back with a bang so big we can forgive them for boss baby and trolls.
currently reading : nothing tbh - i’m not really a reading guy ?? i just kinda don’t have the patience for it nor can i really find a book i really enjoy.
currently watching : my hero academia s6 and uh ... that’s the main one so far ??
currently working on : a ryukyu picture !! i’ve made a shite ton of progress on it and it’s my first time using my big huion tablet with clip studio paint. it’s going great tbh and i’m proud of it!
tagged by : both @dcviated & @boomermania !!
tagging : @knightshonour , @celestiialnotes , @truexman , @truethes , @stovthearted , @ofdetonation , @ofgravitation , @electricea and @corrchoigilt !!
#✘; dash memes#( no pressure to do it if you already did !! )#( just felt like taking it easy today cuz big snowstorm )
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ON CAMBION -—or my weird fanon interpretation.
So I take a lot of inspo from everything from SPN to D&D to general myth to shit like fucking Teen Titans. My HCs are just a big Frankensteinian mess, needless to say. This is going to be a barely constructed word mess, so buckle up.
So to start, what is a Cambion is 'canon' terms and how do they come to be? Generally, it's going to involve a succubus and an incubus and the way in which they allegedly reproduced involved 4 beings. The typical "demon bangs a human" thing we see on this blog and in a lot of cambion-involved media is actually not possible according to the Malleus Maleficarum (which correct me if I'm wrong, but this is like the only widely known piece of media that talks about demons banging and or reproducing like in weird detail lmao). You would have a succubus yoink sperm from a human who then passed it off to an incubus to corrupt and then implant into a human with a womb and badabing badaboom. Cambion. In some other instances, there's said to be no human involvement at all and it's just a incubus and a succubus suckin' and fuckin' but I never really got that take, tbh.
But what aaaaare cambion in the 'canon' sense? They were apparently an interchangeable term with changelings and I guess their Latin name itself comes from a form of the word. They were these incredibly heavy infants that cried when touched and did not have a pulse or breath until they were like seven. Some texts say they never grew and were always hungry (these are often from the more changeling based interpretations that stated they replaced human babes to plague the parents etc). In some other instances, they were just said to be demons posing as babies to, again, plague god-fearing families.
So tl;dr: the cambion I use on this blog and that we see a lot in media like SPN is really just sort of taking bits and pieces of the already small 'canon' lore and going full canon-diverg with it, lol.
What are 'MY' cambions?
Like I said, I take a lot of inspo from popular media takes on them. This blog was initially very SPN-based until I started branching out on my own with my own canon, etc.
Cambions are the offspring of a demon and human. Typically, a demon will possess a sperm-carrying human and impregnate a womb-havin' human. This is the most common, but the opposite can be true as well. The parent that delivers the cambion child more often than not will die during birth (be it the human parent or the human host the demon parent is possessing). Clark's mother lived through childbirth and it's to be noted this is not a common occurrence.
TYPES.
My cambions also extend beyond just incubi/succubi. Clark is a child of an incubus and a human but I HC cambion as to be an umbrella term for any sort of demon/human child. Crossroads demons, knights of hell, archdemons, etc. While I HC there to be some shared powers amongst cambion, their demon parents do contribute to a variety of different powers and lends to two cambion being capable of having very different abilities. This HC just made sense to me, but it also lets me have my own canon while still leaving room for other cambion ocs to exist and write with me as well. :')
ON BEING HYBRIDS.
I HC most cambion to be infertile. However, like the parent not surviving the childbirth, this is not a sealed in stone fact and there are cases of cambion being able to sire their own children. This is where you start to get dilution happening. A child of a cambion is going to be weaker than their parent and their demon blood will continue to get weaker the further down the line with each human added to the family tree.
I also like the take that they are not either of their parents but something NEW, something different. Between their variety of powers and general lack of information, it's a big reason why I HC them to be potentially mega powerful. This HC is aided by a lot of media portrayals of cambion kids more or less being able to kick their demon parent's asses or just being typically mega powerful under the right circumstances (Raven from Teen Titans, Hellboy, Merlin the fucking wizard is said to have been a cambion, Jesse from SPN, etc).
AGEING.
Cambions DO age and are said to live anywhere between 300-500 years but have extremely deaccelerated ageing. The only reason Clark is at an immortal status now is because he died and came back and now more or less continues his existence in the way a typical incubus would despite still not being an actual incubus.
BEING HUNTED, ETC.
Cambions, like Nephilim, are kinda big no-no's for everyone involved. Humans don't like 'em, demons don't like 'em, angels don't like 'em. Between often being involved in Apoc-prophesies or said to be eventual high-ranking officers of Hell once they get there...everyone kind of wants them dead. It's very rare for a cambion to make it past childhood as this is when they are easiest to kill and more vulnerable. Once a cambion's powers have kicked in and they have some semblance of control over them, it's incredibly hard to take them down.
And in the realm of no-no, it's to be noted it's super taboo to make a cambion. Clark's dad was some unnamed scumbag of a demon who wanted to IDK stick it to the man or be quirky and naughty and that's literally the only reason why he exists. In Hellboy, his demon dad is stripped of his title and imprisoned for making a lil' cambion baby.
Anti-Christ, Heaven killing, World-ending stuff.
Look, not every cambion can be the one to destroy heaven and bring on the Apoc but I do HC that every single one has the potential to be world/timeline eaters. Cambions' powers are emotion-based and I've said before that certain hyperstressful circumstances like mental illness, fear, etc can bring about these extreme powers in unstable ways. I have a whole other meta post on how I see Legion as the closest example to what I personally imagine a powerful cambion created via the worst circumstances. (i.e you have someone who can bend and warp reality brought up believing he's delusional)
Also to be noted the anti-christ is always depicted as Luci's kid which would be a nephil so like errrrm. I imagine cambion to just be like little appetizers or main events that go hand in hand with the anti-christ shit. Again, not every single cambion is going to be THE ONE but every single one has the potential to be out the ass powerful.
There's other stuff like weaknesses, feeding, immunities, etc but this is already long and I have a CAMBION HC page for that dfklgdnfg.
#(;hc)#slaps this on the dash and runs. i ran out of steeeeam at the end aaaaa#anyway the main important bits being cambion are mega uber gary mary sue level powerful and i have cANON MEDIA to back this theory up >:(((#and also that i just think it makes the most sense that cambion is more of an umbrella term for any demon human kid than just a#succubus/incubus and human kid
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Giving Skz Halloween Costumes 🎃
This abt to be the most delusional shit u ever did see.
Bang Chan - Wolverine
Listen I’ve only seen like one X-Men movie and I don’t rly remember it at all but Wolverine is hot, Chan is hot, Chan likes Superheroes, Hugh Jackman likes Skz it all works out!! He’d slay end of story. (Another costume I considered for him was Mr. Incredible. Do with that what you will.)
Lee Know - Robin
First of all I wanna specify I mean Teen Titans Robin not the fuckin gay looking cartoon one !! Second is Minho anything like Robin? Meh not exactly. Would he look hot as fuck though? YES!! I’ve always had the fattest crush on Robin so Minho as Robin? Holy shit I would die. Please king I’m begging.
Changbin - A Cowboy
I couldn’t think of any particular cowboys I like so Changbin’s just gonna be a cowboy! I know he’s already done Woody but IDC!! THAT WAS NOT HOT!!!! I need cool hot sexy cowboy Changbin please.
Hyunjin - Zuko
Alfjakjfkaf. Just picturing this has me in shambles. I’ve had the fattest crush on Zuko since I watched Avatar during quarantine. I even was him for Halloween in 2020. Anyway I think Zuko would suit Hyunjin. Why? Idfk it looks good in my head!
Han - Flynn Rider
This one is so self indulgent so maybe it only makes sense to me but idc. Though I don’t think it matters I’d say Jisung and Eugene are similar enough personality and looks wise for this costume to make sense. Plus Eugene is my favorite disney prince (? Is he a prince? Idfk I don’t know every little detail about the Tangled lore it’s just my favorite movie) and Jisung is my favorite person so it just makes sense! Also alternatively Jisung could be a baseball player and I’d be just as happy.
Felix - Spiderman
Okay this is the last superhero I promise. Anyways this would just be so cute and Felix would be so handsome as Spiderman. Not much to say I mean it just makes sense to me.
Seungmin - Dipper Pines
HEHEHEHE Oh this one just makes me smile. Gravity Falls is my favorite show of all time and I’ve always really loved and related to Dipper. This one just makes sense looks wise to me and I just think Seungmin would look really cute! Idk if Seungmin has ever even seen Gravity Falls but idc! It’s my fantasy!! Anyways cute costume Seungmin supremacy.
I.N - C.A. Cupid
To match Jeongin’s lovely pink hair I think being C.A. Cupid from Ever After High would be absolutely adorable. I’m specifically choosing the Ever After High version because I just think her look in EAH is a lot cuter than in Monster High sorry not sorry. And yeah I really just chose this because of the pink hair and because I love EAH lmao.
Um anyways yeah that’s all. This is my first post that I’ve actually done so I hope it’s good and I hope I did everything right. Happy Halloween!
#stray kids#halloween#kpop#bang chan#lee know#changbin#hyunjin#han jisung#felix#seungmin#i.n#jeongin#kpop halloween
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thank u for your service i fuckin hate that joke. at first i just scrolled by fast and thought it was a silly shit post like pov: fob are your mcdonalds servers but then i read the original caption and literally i need a gun. and i swear to fucking god on emo bandom tiktok they havent left these jokes behind they genuinely think they are still sooo funny. i open up a fun silly exclusively fob tiktok and boom comments are about bang the doldrums or p*tekey jokes
🫡 here for your service!!! i too need a gun fr i see this too often (i like tiktok but everyday i’m reminded of why it sucks ass especially bandom tiktok). someone in the comments said something that i WISH was the original tiktok caption and it said something like “fob if they weren’t from chicago/if chicago didn’t exist” or something like that which is actually a pretty good joke and doesn’t equate their success to 1) some random white twink, and 2) disputed lore
#we all know those mfers love chicago and the catalouge would be greatly reduced if they couldn’t talk about being from chicago#so it would be a much better joke!#anonymous#asks
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But what if you said more about HS Jamie tho
okay but you must know, first of all: i stopped reading homestuck in 2012 and i dont know what the fuck goin on lore-wise. and i also dont care unless it directly corresponds to insane gay sex so dont tell me
im just saying if jamie was a homestuck troll he would have almost the exact same gender and sexuality problems WRT banging daniel. it would make a lot of sense. he has a lot of Issues about letting a cis dude (or a human dude, in this case) get up in his business b/c in real life, like.....feeling assured that youre seen as male by guys you have sex with is not as easy as having them use the right pronouns lol. there are so many men that will say literally whatever u want to hear just to get their dicks wet
and so like.....he would be wildly stressed out about the idea of this human motherfucker putting him in the wrong box just b/c he doesnt have a human dick and balls! it would drive him nuts! and it would drive him super fucking insane that, even with all these hang ups, he cant just, like. stop having a weird vacillating crush on the guy. it would make things so much easier if he could.
another thing that would drive him nuts is his total inability to sort daniel into a single quadrant.....he keeps going back and forth on "do i like him? is he the most fucking annoying guy ive ever met? do i pity him b/c he cant get a grip on human (or troll) interaction???"
and daniel doesnt even have the decency to flirt back in the right quadrant! hes like.....hes some kind of fuckin pervert, is what he is. going back and forth all the time and making jamies feelins all complicated
MEANWHILE......poor fuckin daniel. he genuinely doesnt understand why jamie seems to just arbitrarily go hot or cold on him. like.....when jamies mean, he gets pissed off! but when jamies nice, hes still pretty pissed off! and then when daniels nice, jamie goes either fucking way! it doesnt make any sense!
he literally needs somebody to hand him a pamphlet on The Basics of Troll Relationships to begin puzzling this shit out. he needs like......a flowchart. and once he gets one it rocks his fucking world. if you had told him previously that jamie was flirting with him in every single one of these interactions, he would not have believed you. but now hes got a Manual
(but jamies not gonna be the one to pity him enough to give him a fucking pamphlet. thats wayyy too emotionally forward.)
the like. the lightbulb moment when daniel realizes "ohhh so when hes being mean to me hes just trying to get in my pants" and tries to facilitate this outcome by blackrom flirting back. but hes so fucking bad at it
as a friend put it. imagine him being like "i... hate you too?" and immediately getting bitched at for reciprocating badly. this is his worst fucking nightmare. hes already bad at decoding subtext! let alone alien hatefuck subtext!
(for the record jamies like. 3x more of a bitch in this AU than in reality. but hes still insane and neurotic)
and on jamies end hes already well on his way to becoming a Total Fucking Freak for quadrant mixing shit b/c daniel keeps flirting with him so fucking badly. none of it turns him off at all. his weird little crush just keeps getting worse
ultimately all of this is to say that they should have insane alien gay sex. insane sexo where jamie, embarrassed beyond belief, concedes to showing daniel how his alien junk works. lets him poke and prod at it. bosses him around and tells him exactly what to do and what not to do and makes daniel Earn It before he gets to touch his stupid human dick.
and daniels a great learner, yknow. hes got those deft mechanics hands. he knows how to make an engine (or a troll, as it were) purr. and also how to make it squirt all over the back of his car
that is possibly one of the more crass/humiliating things ive typed on this awful awful blog. thanks for joining me. i only care about weird sex. okay. bye. bye . bye. bye
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From nothing going on with Silent Hill to a remake, 2 new games, a movie and some web interactive experience is something. Do you have much hope they will be worth your time? With only teasers I am willing to keep an eye on them. That Silent Hill 2 remake gives me apprehension though. I can already see gamers clawing at each other over which version is superior. At least I hope we get more Akira Yamoaka music ~_~
Akira Yamaoka music is always a plus :) I'm not a big fan of some of the latter Silent Hill instalments, but they still have those banging (often literally) Yamaoka soundtracks and McGlynn vocals, so I keep them in rotation.
But yeah, that announcement yesterday didn't in truth leave much to discuss, did it? Sure, we can hope the new games are awesome, but Konami's track record ain't great. They created a lot of butthurt when they nuked PT; people are going to be measuring the new stuff against that, and that's a helluva yardstick because PT was killer in so many ways! And I'm not even all that big a Kojima fan!
I don't really *care* about Silent Hill 2. The cult games are my favourite - 1, 3, and 4. SH2 is an important game in the way that Grave of the Fireflies is an important movie. I'm glad they exist, I appreciate their high quality and maturity, but I don't enjoy experiencing them because they are miserable. They are not works that it feels right to fangasm over, you know? Oh, let me put on my Angela teeshirt, she is my favourite character, I really love when she commits fiery suicide, it's so badass!
With the other games I can guiltlessly love Walter Sullivan playing Sudoku on people's foreheads with a box cutter, or the quality jump scare of finding an eviscerated cat in a locker, or legitimately thinking Heather Mason is a fuckin' BAMF as she pukes up an aborted fetus and then goes to smash it with her foot like it's a cockroach that fell out of a Cheerios box.
I don't particularly need another deep and meaningful Silent Hill story where we find out in the third act that the protagonist shot up a school and forgot about it, you know? I'd much prefer something with rivers of gore and occult lore and squelchy hellish environments to solve puzzles and savage medical professionals in. You can do some symbolism too, as a treat, but don't forget the haunted bathrooms and Kindergarten Cop references.
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2, 13 and 17 for the writing ask!!
2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?
i would simply die and my stories would say in my head
13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?
hard angst. it genuinely upsets me and i just cannot do it. idk if that counts but yeah. i can read angst with a happy ending all day. but not hard angst.
17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.
originally for my big bang fic reader didn't own a book shop. she worked for a gossip magazine, and reader and bakugou would meet after a attack on her job and she would hate him. everything else — the onions, the dead brother, etc — was the same but tbh the fic would've been so different. and the atmosphere (ig?) i like in fics is warm and soft and .... i fuckin hate writing action scenes lMAO its not really my thing ya know? i sat down to write that part and realized i was fuckin' dreading it so i changed the entire premise of the fic.
also side note: when im upset, i write things to comfort me, like entirely separate things. i'll write the dialogue of me venting and a character of my choice that i think would relate to me well, and have them comfort me. those things usually end up in my fics. there's one in my yandere hawks one. theres one in like almost every deku fic i've written. and there will be one in my big bang fic as well (not there yet, i think next chapter or the one after it'll be there)
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What the FUCK JUST HAPPENED ON FOOLISH’S STREAM HOOOOOOOLY SHIT IVE NEVER REELED MORE THEN FOOLISH LITERALLY CALLING THE EGG’S MEMBERS “ANTS” and “PESTS”
#mcyt#mcytblr#foolish g#foolish gamers#POP OFF BESTIE#MANS JOINED THE LORE WITH A BANG#DUDE SHIFTED INTO GOD MODE AND FUCKIN HIT THEM WITH LIGHTNING#god and sam looking for hannah#AGH AND SAM BEINg aAFRAID OF FOOLISH NOOOO
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