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ikemenomegas · 1 year

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in light of gojo's unsealing, ive thought about diff cute scenarios

gojo being the type of person to get his mate's phone and snap hundreds of pictures of his face

this would probably never happen given gojo's privacy when it comes to his marriage but in a different world i can see this happening Gojo naming his alpha as "mochi seller' on his phone and Itadori seeing the message pop out from the lock screen and accidentally somewhat outing gojo's rs when he asks him in front of the other students why the mochi seller sent an ily message

the tender moments where gojo lets his infinity down or lets his alpha inside his infinity and he gets to relish in the warmth of their skin

the sappy things gojo's alpha has to sometimes do whenever gojo gets too rowdy and they need to placate him for whatever reason (re: alpha reading a map together with nanami scenario)

gojo sending his alpha a picture of two rocks by the sidewalk with the caption: 'us'

gojo asking his alpha if they would still love him if he was a worm and the alpha saying: "no<33"

Awww! These were really cute anon! Very happy ending which I feel like we're going to need a lot of in the coming weeks...

(Also I ran with it but why is their name "mochi seller" haha)

[Ao3 link for those who prefer chapters]

⬖ Photomaton

"Device storage insufficient, please move or delete files to make room?" you read, nonplussed.

Nobara sighed. "Sensei, I showed you how to do that weeks ago."

"I did do it." You frowned, opening up your files. Why were there so many pictures...

Nobara rolled her eyes at you and beat a hasty retreat when your hand went to your mouth as your face went warm.

There were rows and rows of photos, none of which you had taken.

Most of them were selfies, but some of them were obviously the result of Satoru propping the phone up and attempting to pose for the camera.

He must have been swiping your phone every time you left it sitting out or went to sleep. He didn't rest much, but there were so many, more probably than you'd been able to take in the last five years.

There wasn't much thought for such things when you only saw one another a handful of days every month. The focus had gone to managing the present, not on taking pictures. You'd only really thought to regret it after that terrible Halloween, when you worried you'd never see him again.

Some of the photos framed Satoru inside one of your homes. Others were almost ugly shots, taken way too close, or blurred with motion artifact. There were pictures of him haloed in the night glow of streetlights or washed out in the halogen light of a konbini. There were those made grainy with low light and some that took your breath away because he was nice looking.

Furtively, you looked up but were alone and you silently thanked your student's exasperated impatience. A few of the photos showed just too much skin to be exactly proper.

You thumbed down. The pictures were a story all their own revealing some of what Satoru did when alone and you savored the honesty. You had to keep apart from one another for so long.

The last thing in the camera roll was a video.

It opened with the shuffling sounds and the wobbling display of someone walking. Satoru wound around furniture in the darkened interior of your apartment.

"I'm home. You're asleep right now," he said lowly, "probably won't be later. I don't know how most people can sleep so much." He spoke half to himself, the deep night laying over his words like velvet.

There was the sound of the door to the little balcony opening and then the faint tinkle of the glass bells hanging from the eaves.

"Must be nice," he mused, "you get to miss a lot."

The image on the screen steadied as he rested your phone on the rail. The familiar view of the city resolved as faint golden starbursts of light. The rustling of Satoru's clothing faded until all you could hear was the faint rush of night wind and his breathing.

The video went on for over a quarter of an hour. You scrolled your fingers across the screen. He didn't move, the picture stayed the same. You leaned against a wall and listened to the last few moments, your heartbeat low and slow, your breath in sync with his from some time both here and long ago.

Satoru spoke, amused over the night-sounds:

"Don't delete this. I'll know."

⬖ Daifuku

"Good job," Gojo congratulated his dust-stained students as the veil fell.

Maki and Toge glared while Yuuji gave him a tired thumbs up from where he was laying on the ground.

"Dinner is on me tonight." Gojo ignored their halfhearted grumbling. "Decide where you want to go."

He anticipated a larger than normal ding to his wallet, but they'd earned it (and it wasn't as though he couldn't afford it). Beating this curse was no minor feat and it had been a particularly crafty one, which was why Gojo had gone with them just in case.

The students made noises of acknowledgement with varying levels of anticipation, but to no one's surprise, Yuuji was the first to roll over and dig around for his phone.

He tapped the screen and groaned.

"Sensei, mine's dead. Can I use yours?"

Gojo unlocked it and passed it over without a thought. He wasn't particularly hungry, the kids could figure this out without his interference for once.

"Um, Gojo-sensei?"

"Hm?"

"Why is a "mochi seller" reminding you to stop at the pharmacy and sending you heart emojis?"

With uncanny synchrony, Maki and Toge's heads turned to look at their teacher.

The phone in Yuuji's hand buzzed faintly.

"I love you?" he read, sounding alarmed.

Toge's eyes went a bit wide but a grin that curled a bit too much at the edges and showed teeth took over Maki's face.

"Text back," she said, scrambling to her feet.

With all her quickness, she swooped in and snatched the phone when Yuuji hesitated.

The phone buzzed once more.

"I'll be home by 8:30, probably," she read.

Gojo took advantage of Maki's triumphant look to slip the device from her grip.

"I knew it!" she pointed at him. "I knew you were hiding something."

"Grown ups hide lots of things," he replied blithely. He was confident none of the students could tell that moment had been more like someone walking over his grave.

It was not as though he intended to hide his relationship with you. Hide implied shame, concealment on the other hand had been security and was harder to let go of. There would come a moment when the kids prised the truth from him. He was not about to have that moment with his kids now, or hopefully ever, because they accidentally read his texts out loud.

Maki reached for his phone and he easily tipped out of her way, walking off and heading towards a neighborhood he knew (and the students did not) had a lot of very good restaurants.

He was silently very thankful when the implied threat of no food at all distracted the students. Or at least had Yuuji barreling past Maki and kindly dropping the matter in favor of promising to "only look at the map this time, was there a good katsudon place nearby?"

⬖ Goose Down

Satoru spotted you hunched over a rail with your umbrella open overhead, held in the crook of your elbow.

He could tell from the set of your shoulders that the summer sun was getting to you, despite the cursed tool taking a majority of the pressure off.

Your energy was butter yellow and burnt red and lithium pink, mixing slowly around your body as you slowly cycled power into the umbrella and the short sword held loosely in your hands.

Satoru ducked around a corner and took a peak at your face. Your eyes were closed.

Smirking quietly to himself, he crept around, Infinity a barrier between himself and the world. For just a little longer...

You jumped when he dropped it, nearly dropping your sword and automatically holding the umbrella high enough for him to fit under it.

"Hah-"

"Speechless?"

You gaped at him, mouth hanging open.

He nodded as if you'd just confirmed it. "This is what they don't tell you about marriage. Making someone's heart race is important even after the wedding. We'll probably be together forever at this rate."

You mouth closed and then went a little wobbly.

"It's hot," you finally said, miserably. "And it's too sunny."

He couldn't hold back his laughter as he stepped closer and folded himself around you. Your scent tingled pleasantly in his nose and your skin was warm from both heat and light, like a sun-warmed blanket.

"Oh," you said faintly, "you're cool," and you all but melted against him.

"You could just go inside," Satoru said. "I sent the students off on an adventure. We wouldn't be bothered."

"That sounds nice," you murmured, but didn't make any move away from him.

He didn't either. He didn't feel much like letting go yet.

⬖ Orange Kazoo

Sometimes, you reminded yourself through your already strained patience, Satoru just needed to be left alone to make noise.

For a moment, you considered begging him for just a little peace, but you knew he was doing this for your benefit. Shibata Kin was a difficult pill to swallow.

"I never expected anyone to send Six Eyes to join us."

It was the weakest and most recent of Shibata's barbs. The oily way he said it and the implication that anyone would dare to subordinate Satoru to this boot licker rankled.

Satoru crinkled the package extra loud on a bit of melon bread and smiled. "I was in the neighborhood."

He took a bite, chewed and swallowed while you flipped through the mission report on a clipboard.

You sighed, exhaling your worry, and handed it back. "Let's go then. It looks like all the victims disappeared from the same place so we should start there."

That place was a building that straddled a moderately busy subway station and stacked part of a shopping mall, a cluster of private clinics, and a cram school all on top of each other.

Satoru trailed behind through the store, stopping at kiosks and chatting with saleswomen, picking up and putting down objects.

You could feel Shibata's irritation transform into something far less internal as he turned to you.

"He's like a child," he remarked coolly. "Sure we shouldn't just ditch him? The curse doesn't sound that hard to deal with since I've got you."

When you ignored him, he kept talking.

"He shouldn't even be here," the man drawled.

You shrugged. "Well he is."

Shibata sourly appeared to swallow whatever else he wanted to say. You turned around to see where Satoru had gone to. The thought of being stuck with the bitter other sorcerer was worse than waiting for them to pick their bickering back up.

He waved a stuffed cat in sunglasses at you and nodded eager agreement when you pointed out a cute little sparrow holding an umbrella on a shelf behind him. Sometimes, it was best to just humor Satoru and play along.

When you turned back, Shibata Kin was gone.

Since you were all concealing your residuals from the curse you expected was in the building, you had no idea where he went.

You looked over your shoulder. Satoru was gone too.

Well.

You tapped your fingers over your pocket and then decided to let them go. Satoru always seemed to know where to find you and Shibata had called you here as backup. You should probably go kill what you were looking for before it nibbled on him.

Many fewer curses than you expected lingered in the shopping mall. They were bizarre places with as many secret passageways as an ancient castle. Away from the popular shops and crowds, it quickly grew quiet and the bright gleam of displays gave way to more neglected halls.

On your way, you passed a small bank of capsule machines. You crouched down, and smiled faintly to yourself. Abandoned in the furthest reach of the shopping mall, almost near to where a service entrance lead to another stretch of winding halls and tunnels, the items here were both ancient (by city standards) and ridiculous.

Packages of candy that still held their shine but were likely far past their expiration date sat beside tiny figurines of a frog-shaped toddler in a little red hat. You grimaced back at those and moved on.

Near the end of the row was a machine that sold tiny musical instruments, plastic and paper and probably terrible sounding, but it wasn't expired food or frog children. You stuck a few coins into the slot and turned the dial.

An acid green ball spat out from the slot.

You picked at the latches on its side while you found your way further and further into the little used corridors.

There was a flash of something, like a burst of camera illumination from behind a door on your right.

You slipped through it, pulling your blade free from its sheath at the small of your back, and emerged into a tunnel that looked to be connecting to the nearby subway station. Not far ahead, the darkened path split into two.

You flipped the sword around so its blunt edge rested against your forearm and sprinted, dashing across the intersection.

A blur of motion came at you. As it grazed by, you snatched at that movement and sprang into the air, high enough to crouch on the ceiling of the tunnel.

The curse was a near perfect twin of the one a little ways down the way the attack had come, which should have maybe been your first hint. The one that had come at you was grinning, its face a rictus mockery of a theater mask.

They both sat, crouched like toads. You feinted toward the one that had come towards you, and at the last minute flew down to the other, its mouth bent in a painted looking frown.

It backed up in surprise, but not far enough and your blade nicked through the face, which was hard like dense wood. The air around your other hand shimmered in heat, as you struck for the thing's cavernous eyes.

It emitted a furious, scolding gurgle that almost reminded you of some of the window teachers from high school, and swallowed the burst of heat before it could crackled around it into full flame.

You hardly had time to reinforce your body with cursed energy before you were blasted from two directions, letting the momentum carry you and trying to wrap the more opposing forces and the roaring sound of displaced air into your own cursed energy. But something about it resisted you, and you were unable to absorb as much of the attack as you usually would.

A racking shiver radiated through your body right before you were caught by a broad hand on your back.

"Hi," Satoru said sweetly.

"Hi," you panted, automatic, eyes still fixed on the curse.

"What's going on?"

You looked up at him with incredulity.

Hoisted in his other arm was the limp body of your other companion.

Satoru's head cocked to the side, curious as he looked at the curse.

"I don't know yet. I hit it and then--" the mask of the frowning curse was ash blasted and the notch from your first strike still there, but it was not as damaged as expected.

You regained your footing and stood upright.

"If I give it another go I think I can figure it out."

He tilted his head.

You sized up the two curses waiting outside the reach of Satoru's infinity.

"Oh." You reached into your pocket and handed him the green orb.

"What's this?"

"Dunno," you said with a faint smile. "I got it for you."

"Aww, you shouldn't have."

Maybe not. Satoru thinks gachapon are funny, you should show him the line of machines if you get out of here the same way you come in, then he can choose something himself. You still have a few coins on you.

You flew at the grinning curse, both hands on the hilt of your blade, cursed energy flashing into a point a good six inches out from where the metal itself ended.

You held, crystalizing your own movement for a moment and stared deep into the thing's empty eyes.

It twitched, and then its arm moved and you slashed downward, intending to cleave the limb away.

The blade hit, you knew it did. You were able to dodge the attack you anticipated from the smiling curse. The frowning curse in front of you struck back, almost at the same time.

You pulled on some of the reserved momentum you'd held back in your initial strike and barely twisted out of the way.

You lifted the gleeful cackles of the twinned curses from the air and tried to twist them into a crackling rope of flame to surround the grinning one again. As you had expected, the damage did not seem to completely take and you were forced to duck when a bolt of heat tried to sear your back, culminating in another blast that shook the tunnel and thew you once more.

"That's enough."

Satoru appeared at your side again, pulling you back behind the shield of his power when the curse's retaliation threatened to cut through you.

"This one's a bad match for your technique," he murmured thoughtfully.

"Is it reflecting through the faces?" you asked, catching your breath.

He hummed.

Absently, you realized you could scent the sharp, fresh smell of citrus on his breath - the smell of the biting orange flavored candy you'd shared with him on the train ride here.

"If it reflects yours too--" you trailed off. What you did was firmly in the realm of the "real" and Satoru's abilities were not. If this curse were to reflect back blue, or red, or heaven forbid purple... well you'd never seen or asked up until if Satoru could stop his own techniques. It seemed a tactical oversight in this moment.

Satoru stepped forward.

"Stabilize him," he instructed flatly. He'd tossed Shibata Kin's still body where he had been standing barely a minute before.

The curses had moved closer and pressed together, beginning to meld into one another before your eyes. The damage you had already done was fading further.

You knelt at Shibata's side, shaking back your sleeves. "You know this is going to poison him."

You carefully set two fingers underneath his right collarbone, and three a few ribs below his heart on the left and focused in on the flickers of electricity that powered a human body.

"Oh well." Satoru's grin was a baring of teeth. "He'll get over it better than being dead."

You could sense the arrhythmic flutter of Kin's heart, like the popping scatter of an overloaded lamp, like a fractured version of that flash you had sensed earlier.

"You know he was trying to set you up right?" Satoru asked as he batted away an experimental chunk of rubble the curse tossed his way with a flick of his wrist. The stone was aimed right for the face of the smiling curse and even as it hit, it seemed to bounce back, hitting Satoru's shield and falling to the ground.

You sparked a bit of your energy to pure electricity, sending it jumping from one side of Shibata Kin's chest to the other.

"It crossed my mind," you admitted, murmuring as you concentrated. "But I didn't pursue the thought."

Satoru snorted. Yes, alright it was more likely you'd decided thinking about it too hard was going to distract you from the mission but you were here anyway.

You counted the pulse of electricity between your fingers to your own heartbeat until Kin's matched, or at least matched better than before.

When you pulled your hands away, Satoru cracked his knuckles. It looked like he was going to go in for physical attacks.

"You might need to manage the tunnel," he said.

Yet another reason this was a bad match up, not just for you but for him. Satoru did best in wide open spaces where he had room to move and didn't need to worry too much about collateral damage. Dropping a ton of rock on your heads and collapsing the buildings above sounded like a thing that could happen.

You had barely pressed your hands to the ground when Satoru was off like a shot.

The curse wasn't that strong - a high end second grade or low level first grade at best given that it wasn't itself attacking to provoke a response - but it split into those two halves of itself and reformed again as needed to minimize the impacts Satoru rained upon it or flank him.

Limitless lay against his skin between each strike so he remained unmarked, but the cavernous space still rocked with noise and dust shook from the gaps between tiles. You steadied it best you could, absorbing the oscillations and dampening the noise.

It did not take long for the frowning curse to realize what you were doing and send the smiling one racing for you. With one hand on the ground and one on your sword, brimming with unspent potential, you raised the point.

"Nah ah." This seemed at once to you and the monster charging your way. Satoru appeared in its path and bodily kicked it away.

It did not take long after for the twinned curses to be dispatched. Although the only reason you weren't holding your breath is because you were gritting your teeth with the effort of holding the ground together and trying not to shake apart yourself.

Satoru in motion, in a fight, particularly when physical constraint demanded more of his ingenuity, was always a sight to behold.

He came back to you looking unfairly dewy post exertion, with his hair in a sort of windswept disarray, the fabric around his shoulders bunched up. He shrugged out the wrinkles and dusted off his hands.

Your briefly pressed a hand to his knee after you steadied the last tremor from the ground.

"Thank you."

Satoru tapped his forefinger twice against your temple as he walked by. "A feedback loop between you and that thing would have been very messy."

You stood up, swaying slightly.

Even though Satoru would have happily dragged Shibata to the exit point, you insisted on tugging him upright and at least moving him through the air to a place where the three of you could safely rest and call a car.

You had settled him against a wall and were calling Akari when he finally stirred.

"What happened?" Shibata asked weakly.

You turned around to look at him and from Shibata Kin's tepid expression and the sound of shifting cloth behind you, you assumed Satoru must have copied your movement.

Still, you gave him a faint smile and couched down beside him. He didn't have the strength to move away as you grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse. It was thready, but he'd be good enough to get the rest of the way above ground until an actual doctor could take a look at hime.

"We're all alive," you explained unnecessarily.

Shibata Kin's eyes moved from your face to over your shoulder. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip.

From behind you came a buzzing hum, somewhat approximating a sad tuba. Waa wa wa waaaaaaaa, it trailed off.

Satoru had a the wide end of a grape purple kazoo held between his teeth, his sunglasses already exchanged for the bandages he'd had wrapped around his eyes.

Only just in time, you ducked your face into your shoulder and hid a smile.

⬖ Pet rock

You were walking down some quiet residential street, trying to match the map to the trail of the curse you were tracking. It was not very intelligent, but it had a pernicious little ability to draw other curses to it under the banner of a powerful command. You'd been swatting third and fourth grades out of the air as you chased it, trying to wear down its arsenal.

It wasn't a terribly good strategy however and the thing had been winding its way through side streets to buy time. If you could get in closer, you could chop away at more of its train of screaming fears, maybe get a head start on the main peril. Thus the attempt at navigating and figuring out its destination so you could cut it off.

At least Hirano-san would be happy. Maybe. Culling curses required balance; they were their own little ecosystem. As long as the things aren't eating anyone, a certain amount of apex predators in an area could be a deterrent, like the old practice of putting powerful relics out like roach traps. Have the inevitable critters fight and eat one another rather than their human hosts.

A notification popped up over the map, and then another after it.

You felt your shoulders drop as you recentered yourself with a faint smile.

At your hotel later that night, you recalled that Satoru had sent you a message. You fell onto the bed, wrapped up in the hotel bathrobe.

It was... nice, knowing that someone was waiting at home for you. Or if not at home, he was still busy as ever, out there in the world somewhere, thinking of you. Weirdly normal.

The message was a picture. You blinked up at it. Two little rocks and a flower growing out of a crack in the pavement to shade over them.

>> ?

Almost immediately you saw three dots appear.

<< it's us!

Is it? you thought skeptically, looking at the picture again.

The dots again.

<< You don't think so :(?

Your phone was buzzing in your hand before you had even a moment to answer.

It startled you enough to drop the phone.

Owww

"You took so long to answer. This is photography, are you discouraging my new passion? It could go on a greeting card."

The word salad was meaningless and silly, weightless.

"I dropped you on my nose," you said, eyes closed as you rubbed the spot the corner of your case had hit.

"Were you that surprised by it?"

A pause.

"It's cute." The notion of it and the fact that he'd sent it to you was cute.

"It is cute right?" His voice was bright but not overly loud through the phone, for which you were grateful, already settling into warmth. "The flower is poisonous too."

You curled up on your side and held the phone close. Maybe he'd get lucky and you would find something cute to send back to him.

⬖ Puddle jumping

a/n: You have no idea how much googling I had to do to figure out what the prompt meant. I am not on the tick-tock app lol or, I've found, a fan of this meme... the implication that girlfriends ask useless questions as a rule seems sort of meh. So I mostly kept to my original response to this which was "i don't know what that is and honestly probably neither does alpha"

Satoru was herding you down the sidewalk, occasionally listing one way or the other to get you out of the way of other pedestrians. Sometimes he did it for the simple fascination of how you swayed along by him like you were on a tether. Even while you eyes were all but fixed skyward, you stayed roughly the same distance from him.

It was the first day of sun after days of rain and also one of the first days he had off with you in so many apart. He had been too restless the day before, back off a bad mission that had more to do with the desperate unpredictability of people than the intrinsic darkness of curses. You had not resisted him when he drew you out, stifled by the low clouds and humidity and longing for openness. Even with Infinity blocking the rain, it had felt like being closed in again.

Relieved of their burden, the clouds had gone from iron grey to diaphanous white and pealed up and away in swaths like billowing curtains. This is what you were watching - their retreat from the earth. They had come so low they wrapped around skyscrapers and telephone poles on their back to their usual place.

Satoru watched the drowned earth. You had cut through a tree lined walk. The rich soil was churned and muddy and the long bodies of worms that had been washed out or crawled up were strewn about.

Your and Satoru's steps made no mark as he stretched Infinity over and around the two of you. Neither of you tread upon those blind, waterlogged creatures.

Satoru stepped behind you to allow a cluster of high schoolers to pass and hid a faint wrinkle of his nose as they squealed and ran by, realizing they were stepping on some of the remains.

Your umbrella was folded and carried at your side, and you tilted your head back at him, looking a little sun-drunk. He smiled at you. He could see the reflection of the sky in your gaze.

He adopted a pout, snickering internally as you immediately seemed to regain some awareness and a wary anticipation entered your expression.

"Would you still like me if I was a worm?" he asked.

You blinked at him. "Is this one of those things you learned from the kids?"

He slouched a bit, crowding into your space. "Would you still love me if I was a worm," he wheedled.

"Are you turning into a worm?" you asked, slightly panicked, hand going to his arm as though to check if he was going as wet and floppy as the poor things on the ground.

"I'm going to turn into one if you don't answer my question."

The last of the distracted fog lifted from your eyes as you shook yourself. You took his hand and pulled him close to let another couple pass you on the walk. They inclined their head in thanks.

There was no rush to get where you were going and you tugged him along a smaller path that cut under a row of thick-branched trees so you could walk side by side unimpeded.

"I still liked you when you were a semi-sentient six sided die," you pointed out, smiling slightly.

"It's not the same," he whined a bit, drawing out the words in a sing-song fashion.

"Isn't it? I'm not sure a die eight kilometers under the ocean is more useful than a worm."

"Hmph."

"Although I really hope the worm thing is hypothetical."

"Why?"

"Because with our luck that would mean I'm a worm too."

Satoru huffed a faint sound of amusement. "Nooo. You'd still be some kind of bird." He patted your back. "Don't worry I'll make sure to crawl out late so you can still be in time to eat me all up."

"... Are you propositioning me or telling me to hurry up?"

"Walk faster or I'll step on the backs of your shoes."

You did. The two of you walked faster and faster until you were all but chasing one another out of the park, laughing lightly as you dodged the spots of wet on the ground.

#ask answered #thanks for the little prompts #i started writing these when I felt a bit drained and it was nice to have some short things to work on #...I might have gone a little nuts with the banners whoops #also battle scenes always take forever to write it's good practice but ugh #that's why orange kazoo is so long #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #lots of cellphone use for these 21st century kids #jjk #omegaverse #but no mention of omega/alpha so it's like another implied omegaverse thing i'm bad at this #alpha!reader #got it in before midnight my time so still Wednesday!#from the notebook

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marclef · 4 months

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SO @whereismyhat5678 THOUGHT YOU COULD DRAW MY BABY SO CUTE AND GET AWAY WITH IT HUH?!?

*SLAMS UNO REVERSE CARD DOWN ONTO TABLE*

WELL GUESS WHAT NOW YOU GET TO BE DRAWN CUTE!!!

HAHA GET BLASTED WITH MY FAKE PEPPINO/EYHM CANNON!!!!

........ eeeeeee this was a lot of fun to draw though i hope you like it!! and it only took me-

*glances down at iPad*

....... 👁👁 4 AND A HALF HOURS JESUS CHR-

#okay uuuuuhhhh guess i got. a little carried away drawing this huh? didn't think it'd take that long but WHOOPS #i love your sona though aaahhhhh!! so glad i got to draw you finally!!!#my art #art trade #pizza tower oc #pizza tower fake peppino #eyhm stuff #OK I SHOULD REALLY BE DONE DRAWING FOR THE NIGHT I WILL WORK ON MORE ART TRADES TOMORROW!!!!!#HOPE YOU LIKE THE KITTY AND SQUISHY FRIEND!!!!

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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MARS — dying to know what you think single!dad peter parker would be like (whether he’s still spidey or not is up to you gf)

ohmygosh this was such a good concept. fem!reader

ღ peter parker as a single dad headcanons!

• okay so for some reason I picture him with twins, one girl and one boy

• he carries them around one on each hip until they’re like 2 years old

• which is far too long because they’re much too big but he’s spiderman so he’s barely breaking a sweat

• actually he is breaking a sweat. they’ve been running him through the mill since day one. but he loves them so much anyway

• calls them tweedledee and tweedledum

• also calls them bugboy and buggirl. omg

• holds family bath time where all three of them get in the bubbliest bath known to man kind. the kids love it (peter loves it more)

• dresses them in matching outfits

• puts little bows in baby girl’s hair once it’s long enough. buys literally every baby bow he sees because she’s so cute in them

• dresses them up as spiderman and spiderwoman for halloween

• he figures out how to use his spidey powers in very innovative ways

• for example: sometimes he sticks a baby to the wall with his webs because they’re crawling in different directions and he can’t keep up

• clothesline??? no, just a bunch of webs

• okay he definitely has one of those baby carrier things where you strap them to your chest!! when they go out, one baby goes in there and the other sits on his shoulders

• they fight over who gets to go on dad’s shoulders all the time

• his daughter is a daddy’s girl fr. she clings to him in every social setting ever. she inherited peter’s social ineptitude

• his son inherited all of his charm and recklessness. he’s a total charmer but has absolutely no sense of danger. will jump off couches without warning and talk to strangers like they’re his best friends

• peter’s a wonderful dad, but his son especially needs a mom figure to keep him in check!! (that’s where you come in hehe)

• the first time you meet singledad!peter is when his son comes toddling up to you alone at the grocery store

• you help him find his dad, who turns out to be a cute tall brunette who looks like he’s on wits end

�� he’s so relieved when his baby boy runs up to him. scoops him up even though he’s already holding his girl and just squeezes like he never wants to let go

• you offer to help peter with the rest of his shopping bc he looks dead beat. he melts on the spot

• and the rest is history!!

• his son becomes instantly attached to you. baby girl takes longer to warm up to you, though

• she likes you but she’s just so shy. clings to her dad when you come over

• when she cuddles you for the first time you almost cry. peter does cry

• overall singledad!peter parker is perfect and adorable and I’m obsessed

#FINALLY GOT AROUND TO THIS YAY #this is so long whoops #I … may have got a little carried away #★ mal writes!#✿ 300 celebration!#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker drabble #peter parker blurb #peter parker headcanon #peter parker headcanons #peter parker imagine #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker thought #✉️#ღ bugboy

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bigfootsmom · 8 months

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fuck it friday

I was tagged by the lovely and talented @devirnis, @alyxmastershipper, @honestlydarkprincess, @disasterbuckdiaz <3 <3 <3

Here's some more from the buck is trapped in an elevator fic:

“Hey, man— can we help you?” Eddie asks. Bennett’s eyes rove over the room like he’s looking for something before they focus on Eddie. “Hey, sorry— Diaz, right? I’m, uh— I’m Bennett. I’m filling in at the 118 right now. I’m just looking for Buckley. Is he still here or did he head back down already?” “Buck is here?” Chimney pipes up from the bed, pushing himself up straighter with a wince. Eddie echoes the sentiment, feeling himself perk up at the thought of Buck being nearby. He tries to look past Bennett and into the hall like Buck will somehow appear right behind him. Hen looks around the room like she’s also waiting for Buck to pop up from behind a piece of furniture. “We haven’t seen Buck— he hasn’t been here at all.” Bennett falters, tapping a finger against his radio. “What? That’s— I sent him up here at least fifteen minutes ago.” “You sure he didn’t wander off to the cafeteria or something?” Chimney asks, a smile tugging on his lips. Bennett shakes his head, “No, he knew he only had a few minutes to come say ‘hi’ to you guys. I don’t think he’d waste time going anywhere else.” Something akin to anxiety wheedles its way under Eddie’s skin as he asks “Did you try his radio yet?” “I tried, but he didn’t answer me.” Eddie frowns, that’s not like Buck at all to ignore his radio. “Can you try again?” It’s phrased like a question but Eddie isn’t asking. It feels like every occupant in the room is holding their breath as Bennet reaches up to key his radio on. “Firefighter Buckley, what is your location?” Static hisses through the radio. “Firefighter Buckley, respond.” Static.

I'm tagging @naydran, @swiftietartt, @morganofthefairies, @lovebuck, @princessfbi, @homerforsure, @miserykites, @paranoidbean, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @shortsighted-owl, @housewifebuck, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @try-set-me-on-fire and anyone else who wants to post something! (sorry if you were already tagged or if I missed anyone)

#this one got a little long from the dialogue whoops #fuck it friday #tag game #molly writes #evan buckley #eddie diaz #chimney han #hen wilson #buddie #buck whump #911 fic #911 #elevator fic

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strangefable · 7 months

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what d&d class is your oc?

tagged for this uquiz by the lovely @jillvalentinesday, @cassietrn, @inafieldofdaisies, @voidika, @josephseedismyfather, @direwombat, @poisonedtruth, and @theelderhazelnut, thank you all <3

Ranger

You are a Ranger, an explorer of dangerous territories. You are fearless and cunning, traits necessary on your travels, but you tend to be closed off from others and overly pragmatic. Your connection with nature and skill with weaponry will carry you through most battles, and your sneakiness will let you avoid the ones it will not.

There isn't any other class that suits her. She's not got the magic for druid, but her fighting style keeps her out of direct warrior/barbarian types. Archery and nature, exploration and knowing the lay of the land, and using it to advantage? That's Micah. She's at home alone in the woods, but with party members she's off her footing, unsure how to interact or engage. Trusts comes hard for her, but a fearless ability to throw herself into danger? Yeah, she's got that in spades.

Rogue

You are a Rogue, a skilled adventurer who uses guile and expertise to your advantage. You are often seen as stealthy and precise, aiming for your opponent's weakest points, but you can master various other skills to aid you on your journey. While you tend to be underhanded and greedy, you can also be daring, clever, insightful and charismatic.

Sneaky. Underhanded. Guile. Charm. Greed. Loose Morals. What else could Lil ever be but rogue?

Artificer

You are an Artificer, an adventurer who wields science in place of magic. While your foremost trait is intelligence, you're built tougher than most others who place their faith in their brains. You are inventive, curious and occasionally reckless, all traits that get you both into and out of trouble on your adventure.

I admit it, I took the quiz for her a few times until it returned the right result. Intellect and knowledge, melding science and magic, those are Bright's Things. No matter how much the quiz kept trying to make her a traditional magic user, she's just not. She's extremely reckless, but it's not out of malice or a drive for power; it's simple curiosity. And a love of shiny things. She's clever but not wise; she's quick but not strong or nimble.

Paladin

You are a Paladin, a warrior sworn to an Oath, whether it be to a god, a king, an ideology or oneself. As a divine soldier, you are well equipped to strike down evil, but must follow a code of your choosing to retain this power. While you are limited somewhat by these bonds, you are also the most driven and determined member of your group.

tbh i've never considered what would suit Lore, but honestly? yeah, she's very driven for good, for what she sees as moral and right, for the betterment of the people, though i don't know if she could be defined as a soldier or warrior. she's about practicality and function over form or style, but she'd balk at the idea of serving a god or a king. her goal is always to help people, especially those who have no voice and no power. she fights hard, but she prefers diplomacy and compromise whenever possible, to save as many lives as she can. she's one of my purest, most good characters.

i realize i'm kinda late on this one, but i'm passing on tags, anyway. (feel free to ignore me<3) @henbased, @adelaidedrubman, @v0idbuggy, @legally-a-bastard, @damejudyhench, @mars-colony, @strafethesesinners, @thisisrigged4, @mediocre-life-span, @harmonyowl, @marivenah, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @florbelles, @trench-rot, @wrathfulrook, @simplegenius042, @incognito-insomniac, @gayafsatan, @shallow-gravy, @turbo-virgins, @chazz-anova, @confidentandgood, @aceghosts, @jacobseed, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @fourlittleseedlings, @clonesupport, @unholymilf, and anyone else who wants to do this, please say i tagged you <3

#micah hale #lilith mallory #bright #lore jameson #dnd quiz tag game #i was gonna do a few others but i feel bad how long my posts get #and i'm never sure if i'm tagging the right people or just being annoying #but anyway yeah i maybe cheated a little to get results that fit for a few of them right #tho micah and lore are the first results they both got #i blame my lack of dnd knowledge on how wrong i was getting answers tbh #rambling in the tags because i'm nervous af about posting this #so this is how i procrastinate wheee #also i may even participate in wip wed today i know that's a big shock lol but i've got writing happening again #just so scared to share #yep i am procrastinating in tags whoops

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the-eldritch-it-gay · 21 days

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For the write a kiss prompts:

2. Goodnight for Majexatli x Karlach

59. For Sanrymic x Velzori

Goodnight — Majexatli /Karlach

Karlach should have been surprised to see a wolf curled up in her bed at the Elfsong, but the sight just made her smile. They looked rather cozy, she almost didn’t want to wake them. There wasn’t a point, though, even out of wildshape Majexatli’s hearing was too sensitive and it would be worse to sneak up on them. Even as Karlach tried to be silent as she set down her pack, she saw the wolf move, its eyes opening as it lifted his head.

For as much as she hadn’t been surprised to see a wolf in her bed, she was somewhat surprised that she didn’t end up tackled to the ground. Not too long ago, she could remember accidentally waking Majexatli and seeing them reach for their dagger before their eyes even opened. Most everyone at camp had learned quickly to be cautious with waking Majexatli, lest they end up with teeth or a dagger to the throat.

Yet now, here Karlach was, waking Majexatli only for them to simply yawn and blink at her sleepily.

“Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to wake you,” Karlach said, as she began to strip off her gear.

By the time she finished slipping into her nightclothes, the wolf on her bed was replaced with Majexatli, laying on their side, using their arm as a pillow. They were wearing the new clothes they had just gotten from the tailor. Wyll had insisted on the new clothes, something to replace the patchwork leather and rough fabric of the clothes they usually wore around camp. Their new shirt—half unbuttoned at the moment—almost perfectly matched their eyes, the fabric smooth and warm beneath Karlach’s fingers as she climbed into bed with them.

“I hope you don’t mind—” Majexatli started, but Karlach quickly cut them off.

“I could never be upset to find you in my bed,” Karlach smiled, wrapping an arm around them, “So long as you leave room for me, that is,”

“Always,”

Majexatli’s eyes were already drifting closed again as they pressed their forehead to hers, but before they slipped back into sleep, they inched forward just enough to meet Karlach’s lips in a slow kiss.

“Goodnight, Karlach,” Majexatli said, as they closed their eyes.

“Goodnight, baby,”

Out of love — Sanrymic/Velzori

This was really hard actually bcuz as of the latest session these bitches have been living together and undergone an evil gay apotheosis together and Velzori like swore an Oath of Devotion to Sanrymic and became a priest of the god of obsession bcuz of it. And these bitches STILL have never once talked about their feelings or admitted love for each other, they're still just like Damn We're Such Good Pals. Also, for context, you can read the typed up version of Sanrymic's dream sequence that happened in one of the sessions, which is referenced in this and this takes place after.

It was almost always a tavern where Sanrymic and Velzori would run into each other. Sometimes it was between adventures, when they were trying to relax before setting out again, sometimes it was during adventures, where they would have to sneak away from their party to get a few private moments together. It wasn’t unique to Velzori, most of Sanrymic’s flings were people they found in taverns. What was unique to Velzori, was the fact that it happened more than once.

Sanrymic wasn’t sure how they kept running into each other, for a while they thought maybe it was merely coincidence (a lie, Sanrymic didn’t believe in coincidence, everything was fated, divinely predetermined). They didn’t complain, though, there wasn’t any reason to. They were friends (something like that). Sanrymic had been wandering for so long (they were just home, they’ve never left, they can remember the smell of food frying in the market, the colorful lanterns and paper designs strung up in the streets, the smell of the sea at the pier), maybe it was just good to have something consistent.

Sanrymic’s heart fluttered as they saw her in the crowd of the tavern. It was the familiarity, the friendship, that made their mouth go dry and their mind fill with countless thoughts of her.

“Flint,” Velzori regarded them with a nod as she approached.

“Chaste,” Sanrymic nodded, unable to stop a faint smile from appearing on their face at the formality of her using their glint-chaser name.

“It’s been a long time,”

Velzori settled onto the stool next to them at the bar.

“Has it been?”

Sanrymic’s smile disappeared for a moment. They swore they had seen her just the other day, her visage fresh in their mind their skin still tingled from the touch of her hands.

“Many months, I was almost starting to get worried about you,”

Months… Sanrymic furrowed their brow, staring off into the distance. They had just spoken with her, they could remember, not clearly but they could remember—

The sound of crashing waves. The tell-tale wind of a tsunami. Water filling their lungs.

“I’m sure I could say the same about you, should I buy you a drink?”

“I shouldn’t, I’m supposed to be leaving with my party in the morning,”

“Then perhaps there’s something you’d like besides a drink…?”

Velzori hummed, “Hm, perhaps,”

Her eyes twinkled knowingly as Sanrymic stood and offered her their arm.

They had only just stepped into the hallway to Sanrymic’s room above the tavern when they pushed Velzori up against the wall, kissing them desperately. Velzori’s hand tangled in their hair while her other hand slipped under their tunic. Velzori pulled their head back to break the kiss, panting as she caught her breath.

“So impatient…” She clicked her tongue in faux disapproval, “What’s gotten into you, Sanrymic?”

Sanrymic opened their mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

“This is not the sort of purgatory you want to be trapped in. If that is what you want, then... I suppose that is what we shall have. And I will be here with you and we will die over and over again together.”

Her voice still rang in their ears, they could still taste the saltwater on their tongue and feel the cold embrace of death.

The pain of Velzori tightening her grip in their hair pulled them to the present.

“It’s been a while, like you said,” Sanrymic said, forcing a playful grin.

Velzori chuckled, “Then let’s get reacquainted, yes?”

Sanrymic nodded, quickly pulling her down the hall towards their room.

#eldritch it speaks #eldritch it answers #oc: majexatli #oc: Sanrymic #the sanrymic one got a little long whoops #the general context is that Sanrymic and Velzori have an intense homoerotic relationship and keep running into each other #and having one night stands and then Sanrymic fucking GHOSTS #anyways fellas you ever die over and over again alongside your Pal in a dream & have an intense desperate need to kiss them irl afterwards

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fogwitchoftheevermore · 6 months

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i would love to hear about aro smajor actually 👀

AMAZING.

ok so the first thing i am always obligated to say is that i made a post about aro life series!smajor a bit ago that real life smajor found and told me, and i quote "this might be the most wrong take about any of [his] characters". this is the funniest thing that's ever happened to me and has only made me double down.

also it should be noted that i am on the aro spectrum, so some of my hcs about this are affected by my own experiences on this front. i am also ace, which is not true of my life series!scott headcannons (he is so very gay), so idk if that's gonna color my thoughts, but maybe keep it in mind?

so the thing is that, as scott said in that reply, all his characters are hopeless romantics. hence it takes life series!scott until around double life to figure out that he's aro, and hence flower husbands in third life. the thing about scott and flower husbands is that most of scott's care for jimmy comes around after jimmy dies. he's pre-grieving jimmy the entire series, he's making the widow's alliance, he is constantly a little bit exasperated with jimmy (even if it's fondly most of the time), he's telling grian "once we lose our husbands to the war, we can be free". he's kind of treating jimmy and his relationship with jimmy like it's a burden the entire time he has it. and i think that part of the reason he is so affected by jimmy's death when he didn't really show that he cared about him while he was alive (in this interpretation) is that a: he doesn't have to perform any romantic feelings for the guy anymore, he just has to feel the care he has for him and b: very quickly after jimmy dies, scott loses cleo too, his only other Real ally and friend on the server.

he looses both of the people he cares about in one fell swoop, but he directs the grief and anger he feels about both of them, at least outwardly, into anger about jimmy. he says he wants revenge because they killed his husband, because he feels like he SHOULD care about jimmy more than he cared about cleo, even though he doesn't, he cared for them equally.

and so then last life comes around. and scott has what he has with cleo and pearl. and he realizes "oh, ok, hold on, this is actually miles more fulfilling than what i had with jimmy." but the realization doesn't immediately go to "oh i'm aromantic", it starts as "well maybe i just wasn't compatible with jimmy". but then double life happens and he is not a fan of the soulmate concept, especially not when his soulmate is actively killing him so he runs off with cleo again, and even when he finds out that his soulmate is pearl, he has no interest in pursuing that relationship, even in a platonic way. and it's mostly because she was being reckless and not looking for him, but he talks about it with cleo and that's when the aromanticism properly clicks. and it just recontextualizes literally everything.

anyways scott and cleo's relationship throughout the life series is a qpp and mean gills are canonically a qpp. it's important to me that you know this.

(also scott obviously allos can have qpps but also. if you didn't want me to suggest your guy was a little aro at least. maybe you shouldn't have said that :3.)

#space rambles #life series smp #smajor #im not sure if i should maintag this or not #ill decide later #also “wait martyn also said that mean gills was a qpp does that mean you think martyn's on the aro spectrum”#yes! he can have a little aromanticism! as a treat!#(for martyn it like. truly depends on the day for me.)#this got long whoops lmao

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prismit · 19 days

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cool, so i'm literally never gonna get this lucky ever again in my life!

#tboi #ITEM DESCRIPTION MOD MADE ME THINK CONJOINED PROGRESS WENT AWAY IF YOU REPLACED THE FAMILIARS #THE TAINTED ISAAC SOUL OF LILITH FREE TWISTED PAIR INTO CONJOINED JUMPSCARE????????#(btw the last clip is just showing off the final state of my kit. which actually lagged my game a little for the first time lmao)#(also uhh ignore the long emptiness at the end whoops. editing error)#also yes i made a dead cells music mod..... didn't even check if there was one in the workshop already bc i got too excited lmao #i have a bunch of terraria music mixed in too but i guess i only get lucky enough to clip things when the dead cells music is on #and of course i have a bunch of funny sound and resprite mods lmao it makes me enjoy the game 90000% more #like it's already great ofc but it's way better when every explosion is the deltarune explosion #takes it from a 10/10 to a 15/10 yknow

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stergeon · 22 days

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for the writer ask

💭🚦💛 💌

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

this is a real marketing major-ass answer (from your local marketing major), but i love sharing knowledge and telling stories. writing’s one of those things that’s a bit of a compulsion for me—i’m always writing something. i took a five-year break from fiction writing before i stumbled ass-first into fanfic last year, but even in those years when i was focusing on my career, i was writing guides and trainings and a ton of other stuff—just not anything fun, lol.

writing is also so cathartic. sometimes i set out to tell a specific story, but at other times, a particular emotion gets me in a vice grip and i have to put it to words before it’ll go away. my stories tend to wind up as emotional dumping grounds as a result.

i don’t write things pulled directly from my own life, but there are bits and pieces of myself and things that have happened to me scattered throughout stuff i’ve written, and usually when i’m about 75% of the way through a piece, i’ll realize it’s absolutely related to something i’m currently going through. funny how art works that way, even when you don’t intend for it to.

and occasionally i just have a fire lit under my ass about an issue and i get so hot about it that i gotta compile my thoughts. looking at you, silver snow

🚦 What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

look, i would love nothing more for them girls (pick whichever girls you please) to have a happy ending where they kiss and are stupid in love for the rest of forever. i love reading those kinds of stories. but in my heart of hearts, i love an ambiguous ending. i like when there are still questions after the story ends. i like thinking about where things could go or how the characters will go on after the events of the story. like, shared space could be read as having a happy ending, but i don’t really think it is. and with the victors; the vestiges, well. you’ll see :0)

come to think of it, i’m not sure i’ve ever written a happily-ever-after, but i don’t think i’ve ever written a 100% bad ending, either. i read too many bury-your-gays stories and watched too many sad european queer coming-of-age films in my youth to ever be happy putting that kinda thing out into the world. i want to write about love with all its ugliness, but not despair or hopelessness. i think what most appeals to me about an ambiguous ending is that lingering feeling of hope. it’s not the same as the kind you get from a happily-ever-after, and something about it speaks to me.

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

honestly? how to take criticism. i took a creative writing class in high school where we had to read our work out loud and then receive feedback on it from the other writers in the class, and that did a lot for me. going into that class, i’d already been writing for forever and had won some little local writing contests and such, so i was a wee bit of a pretentious douche. but i’d never gotten real critique before beyond, essentially, spelling and grammar checks. it humbled me lol. it made me grow so much as a writer, and i could see where i needed to improve or where my head was wedged way too far up my own ass for others to follow. it also helped me recognize strengths i didn’t know i had, and that was huge. it’s easy to get into a self-doubt spiral when making creative work, and good, constructive criticism can do so much to help avoid that.

to this day i love critique. i like knowing what worked or didn’t work so that i can continue to improve as a writer and do better next time. did my themes land? did something really work, but another part fall flat? i’d love to know!! i try to treat everything i write as practice for the next thing, and frankly that’s helped take some of the pressure off so i don’t go into total Perfectionist Mode.

i know critique is kind of a sensitive topic in fan spaces, but i think that’s because a lot of people have gotten unsolicited criticism that is purely critical and isn’t constructive. but getting good, constructive criticism will do so much to help a person grow as a writer. it’s scary, and sometimes it hurts! writing is very personal for most people, and it stings when things aren’t received the way you think they will be. but i know i’ve grown more from having my failures pointed out (and, very importantly, having the good things about those efforts acknowledged) than anything else.

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

actually Just answered this in another ask!

#sterge.eml #foxyjeongin #thank you for playing my little game and letting me talk about stories (and about me lmao)#sorry this is kind of a long post #i talk too much #i think i sound pretentious in this ask whoops. sorry #unfortunately i kind of am. i’m working on it.#… i guess the short answer to that first question is ‘emotions and mental illness’ lol #if you follow me on twitter (not recommended as it’s just me complaining about the weather and not being able to ride my motorcycle)#you know that every time i bring up my writing in therapy my therapist rocks my shit by revealing the story is #in fact.#NOT about what i thought it was about #or more accurately it’s ALSO secretly about whatever’s going on with me in real life lmao #y’know what’s really fun? looking back at something you wrote in a manic or depressive episode and going ah. hm. interesting.#the signs were. in fact. there.#(this is in fact not fun and i don’t like it. but it always happens.)#everything i write is accidentally Also about being bipolar. no getting around that #i tend to have issues organizing my thoughts and feelings to even figure out how tf i’m feeling #(forget making any attempt at doing so verbally. i have chronic foot-in-mouth disorder and accidentally say shit i don’t mean all the time)#but writing stuff down has always helped me sort through whatever mess is going on in my noggin and i love it for that #learning how to take critique is my no. 1 piece of writing advice but no. 2 is to read #read the classics. find out why they’re classics. read weird shit. read shit you don’t like. find things you like about em anyway.#and importantly: figure out WHY you do or don’t like it #it’s funny to re-read a book i haven’t read in a long time and discover OH. that’s where i get that technique from.#or that’s where i got that idea. or that’s why i had X thing happen in this story.#or why i like this type of character or scenario #nothing’s truly new and original #we’re all an amalgamation of influences and that ruuuuules #celebrate it!!!

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the-nation-of-today · 9 months

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BVB-Versary

🚨WARNING: Big old sappy post ahead🚨

Exactly one year ago today, I listened to Black Veil Brides for the very first time. So now, a year on, call this a narrative about/reflection on the past year.

I’m not usually one to remember the exact date I started listening to an artist so clearly. The only reason I remember this one so vividly is because of where I physically was at that time. Every summer, my family rents out a beach house for a week and we just go and chill. While on the beach one day, I was listening to music and decided I needed something new, I was bored of what I was listening to and needed to switch it up.

Now in May of that year, I had discovered Andy Black and fell in love with the music. I knew Andy was the lead singer of BVB and that I liked his voice so it just seemed right to try out BVB. I knew they were a bit heavier than Andy's solo music, but it was worth a shot since I had been slowly dipping my feet into some heavier music (for me). If I didn't like it, oh well, it was worth a try.

They had a lot of music and I had no idea where to start, so I did what I always do when trying a new artist: I put every song into one massive playlist and just hit shuffle to start getting a taste. The first song that came on was the Re-Stitch version of Perfect Weapon, I'll always remember being taken aback by that first scream. And as I listened more, I started noting down the names of the songs I was particularly endeared to so I could put them on another playlist to focus on them. Eventually, it came to the point where I was writing down every single song that came on. I always joke that something broke in my brain that day, but really it was like something clicked. Whatever it was about this music, it resonated with me on a level that I did not expect.

After my shuffle experiment, I made it a point every day on that beach vacation to listen to one album in order each day, which worked out for the week. I started with Wretched And Divine, mostly because I noticed a lot of those songs were my favorites. Then came Vale, and TPT, and all the other albums. Needless to say, I was hooked. I spent that week consuming as much BVB content as I could find. I listened to the albums, read interviews, watched both American Satan and Paradise City, anything and everything I could find regarding this band or its members. Torch was the first song I really learned, one distinct memory I have is climbing up the beach house stairs and just repeating the chorus in my head to try and get it down and memorized.

We returned home from that vacation, and I had a new determination to learn all of the songs. I copied the lyrics of every song into a google doc, took a screenshot of my BVB playlist to mark off which songs I learned, and began studying. I started with Vale, don't remember the reason why I chose that, and I would just listen on repeat reading those lyrics over and over to drill them into my brain. Every day was BVB for me. I'd pace around my room learning lyrics, finding old videos, just consuming whatever I could. Then, as a treat for surviving a family wedding at the end of the month, I ordered what would be my first batch of BVB merch.

But this wasn't enough for me, I needed more. I turned to Tumblr (it being my main platform) and just began scrounging for content. A lot of it was older, nothing super active, so I resigned myself to just following the tags and finding content that way.

One day in November, however, I reblogged a gifset of the Wake Up MV with some insane tags that you all are probably used to from me. The next day, I got a DM from someone, the person who I reblogged the set from. They saw my tags, and decided that we were the same level of insane and wanted to talk more. We did the social niceties dance for about two hours that day, and once it clicked that we were both insane about this band, that all went out the window and we went unhinged.

This person, who if you hadn’t figured it out already is Sam aka @bornasaint. That day, I had made my first real BVB friend, someone who I could talk to about this band and it was cathartic to just be able to talk to someone who understood me. We were both newer fans, which I think helped in how quickly we bonded. That same month, I started my own BVB tumblr blog (the blog you’re reading this on now, obviously) because I knew this obsession wasn't going anywhere. Also in that month, we started the Black Veil Beloveds server, which was a test run of trying to find more active BVB fans. Obviously it worked, because the BVBeloveds are still going strong.

December of that year, Spotify Wrapped came out as always. Even though I had only started listening in August, BVB was my most played artist of the year at 25,000 minutes played. I was officially deemed as down bad by Spotify. And I was content with that, proud even.

But, soon enough, Tumblr became not enough for me. A lot of it was just old pictures, nothing super current or active. So around February/March of this year, I revamped my twitter that I had barely been using and started making headway into BVBtwt. I'll admit, I was nervous. I hadn't really been active in a fandom twitter space in a long time. But, one day a tweet came up on my timeline asking for people wanting to start a new BVB group chat. I took the plunge, and stated my interest. That group would quickly become yet another set of dearly insane friends. Even though I was a newer fan compared to many and a little bit older than the space I found myself in, I was welcomed in and felt excited to have this again. Something had sparked in me upon finding this band and I felt creatively and socially recharged.

I used to say I wish I had gotten into BVB earlier in my life to experience some of the eras of the band that I hadn't been able to due to not knowing the band existed. But now, I realize that I found them when I needed to, when it was right for me. Call it fate if you will, but I couldn't ask for better timing. This band had defined my senior year of college, so much so that I decorated my grad cap with a lyric from Torch and took them with me to graduation.

And now, one year on, I am at that same house. We rented out the same house from last year, the same one where I spent hours on the deck looking out at the ocean and listening to BVB. That one choice that I made, just to try out this band to see if I liked them, took my life in a completely new directory. A year ago, I never would’ve pictured myself going to a BVB concert and buying VIP for it, but here I am now, 48 days away from meeting them.

And now that I’ve narrated my entire journey of falling in love with this band, some thanks are in order.

First, to Sam, my dear bestie. Thank you for finding my tags amusing enough that you wanted to reach out and thank you for dealing with my insanity, from Bestie Those Are Your Tits to Biersussy and every insane inside joke in between.

To the BVBeloveds, another thank you for putting up with me and my obsession with Andy’s black button down shirts.

To that twitter GC, thank you for being welcoming, our inside jokes have changed me, I don’t know if I’d call it for the better, but they certainly have changed me.

And finally, thank you to Black Veil Brides, for making music that could resonate so deeply with your fans and for solidifying that connection throughout the years.

I promise I'm almost done rambling, but I’ll leave you all with this. My favorite song (if you couldn’t tell by the Everything about me) is Wake Up. That song struck a chord with me, particularly the line “we’ll be here when their heart stops beating”. And I think it resonated with me because that’s the power of music. Even when you are gone, that music remains, those memories remain. Music is eternal, and it changed my fucking life.

So, here’s to my one year BVB-versary, as I like to say, and here’s to many more years of insanity.

#black veil brides #bvb #black veil army #maeve.txt #that got very long and rambly whoops #if you actually read all of that i am giving you a little kissie on the forehead #just a lil mwah

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tikuri · 2 years

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"I wouldn't call myself disabled" starter pack (the devil speaks in the paratheses )

headphones and/or ear plugs so as not to get sensory overload in louder spaces such as public transport, stores, bussy streets... (But was able to navigate those for years without)

scissors and seam ripper to get rid of all the labels on clothing (But they are just uncomfortable, not unbearable)

detailed instructions for everyday tasks because it's easier if you can follow a list (doesn't even use these most days)

choice paralysis (but maybe I'm just not a decisive person)

autistic inertia (or is it just laziness)

Can't find the right words or even bring self to talk at all (but after a minute it goes back to normal so it's nbd)

constant bone deep mental, physical and emotional exhaution (but aren't we all tired)

unable to fill out forms unless someone coaches me through it

Digestive issues that regulary leave me feeling shaky and faint after using the toilette (but that's not an appropriate topic for conversation)

some days you just have to take the escalator/elevator because stairs hurt (but can still take them if necessary)

mandatory seating on public transport because standing is evil especially on the bus (but I can do it, it just hurts and means I have to be careful not to loose balance and fall into people)

hiking poles to favour (?) knees and ankles on bad days at the cost of wrists and shoulders

makeshift sling to the dominant arm in during the weekend as a reminder not to use it so it will hopefully hurt less come monday (But it can't be that bad if you need reminding)

foldable shower chair in case of woozyness (but no actual risk of falling or loosing consciousness)

And of course: waking up in a moderate amount of general pain most days (but it gets better over the day and I can still work, and without painkillers even, so clearly it's not that bad)

#whoops this got long #chronicle post #internalized ableism #the thing is ane one of these alone and I would be fine #hell depending on which even three or four #but all together in concert gets a little difficult

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alildritten · 7 months

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Ah yes, the scariest story of all:

G A Y

(/j)

#alright time for context in the tags!! your favorite show!!! yippee!#yeah so anyway basically i was thinking up fictional scenarios with my ocs (of course as always)#and i was thinking about hey! so what about this werewolf character. yknow? silver? what if we thought about when they were a little kid #and stuff. you know? why not and all and so i was having fun with that thinking about how theyd have had to keep their werewolf-ness #a secret. but their parents know and are trying to keep it a secret as well and what-not #and one day silver gets invited to a sleepover. yknow. at night. theyre a werewolf??? that wouldnt go well #other than the fact that they can control that wolf form?? (i need to figure out what to call it)#so itd be fine but its supposed to be a secret because if people knew silver would be reported to the authorites because in that universe #humans do exist they just kicked any weird hybrid or beast or whatever off onto another planet #jokes on them the little beasties are doing fine and after a bit of adjusting and working on fitting into the new world #that theywere forced onto with no way back #they have a whole civilization and are doing great!!! but everytime that the humans on their world realize someones like. a werewolf or #a vampire or anything. WELP BYE-BYE HAVE A NICE TRIP #and well theres a new orphan in town on the other world! well heck hopefully they live alright and maybe get adopted?#BUT ANYWAY OFF TRACK WHOOPS so basically silvers parents are like ‘no. you cant’ but silver’s friends had asked several times in the past #and really wanted to have a sleepover with silver. idk and so basically silver writes a note saying ‘hey i did go sorry bout that-#dont worry i got it covered i can keep my wolf formt hing hidden no worries’ or something basically says that and goes to the sleepover #(friends think silver finally got permission) and wow i just realized this is a long story heck lemme try and shorten a little #and eventually at one point they all wanna tell scary stories cause why not #and once i got there my brain kinda kept pausing and then swoosh new train thought woahh!!#and started thinking about a cute scenario about two ocs of mine who are VERY GAY hehe <3 #but i thought it was a bit funny because i realized that i was about to have some lil kids tell each other scary stories and then woop brain #go hey think about this cute gay scenario!! so ah yes. cute gay scenario=SCARY (/j)#does this even make any sense at all i genuinely dont know but i had fun talking about ocs so yea ima sleep now #have a good day/night to you!!! <333 YIPPEE anyway bye bye goodnight bla bla bla woohoo

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elusivia · 1 year

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there is no antidote for wolfsbane.

With inspiration from @twistedisciple‘s hc about Fell worship, some of Zelkov’s past.

Herbalists had to know every plant and flower they could. To Zelkov, it seemed his mother Dahlia must’ve literally been a flower in another life for how well she knew everything. He was too little to see above the counter on his own when she’d uttered a certain sentence to him as she crafted antidotes. He was standing on a step stool, eyes wandering everywhere but her work, fidgeting with a spare mortar and pestle, only some of her words staying with him.

Inattentive, ungrateful boy, he’d scold himself in the future. What a wretch they were stuck with for a son.

“There is no antidote for wolfsbane,” she explained, a hand on his back, fondly rubbing his shoulders. Oh, how much he’d taken after her looks as he’d grown, like he was some weary imitation, sharpened with a whetstone rather than cared for by time. “We can’t make a cure for it. We don’t store any in the house, and you must be careful to leave it alone if you see it up in the mountains, alright?” He’d nodded, mind elsewhere on a rabbit he’d taken in and healed under her care. They’d kept the rabbit and named it Rosie, and all he wanted to do was go outside and play with it.

The world was simple, and what he shared with her pure.

Every time he replayed his betrayal to his mother’s legacy and teachings, Zelkov still could not see himself take any other path. When he recalled finding the only three people he could call a family lifeless in their home, it reignited his laser focused fury. Perhaps that was why it still haunted him. Raised by a healer, only to become this.

The first time he made poison was in their old kitchen, eyes bright with furious tears, deceptively beautiful purple flowers in abundance. His knives had taken the counter space meant for vials for vulneraries and he trembled as he crafted the flowers into usable, liquid death. When had he last slept? That mattered little. He had one purpose now, and they would help him.

The Fell Dragon would help him.

He’d been training for a couple of years, the daggers he threw and slashed with practically another limb. Eighteen was supposed to be when he came of age. It still was.

The ceremony had just changed.

Zelkov was so focused he was practically transfixed as he watched the violet poison cling to his daggers. He was careful to not touch the blade after it was treated. Well, at first anyway. He tossed the dagger in the air, catching it by the handle easily, the thrill of playing with death tipping his passion infused state over the edge. After a few more tosses, bloodshot eyes wide, he dropped the dagger next to him with a clatter on the floor and sobbed.

He should sleep before embarking, he knew. He hated sleep. Sleep brought nightmares of coming home too late. Sleep brought nightmares of some of the first days of training, of being a little clumsy and cutting himself, of not being afraid of pain but rather of failure.

This perversion of something as sacred as healing had to work. It couldn’t be for nothing. It was less that he’d poisoned daggers and more that he’d poisoned his entire self.

Zelkov saw no future after he accomplished his task. He figured it would come to him.

It didn’t.

In an act of vengeance and devotion in once, he would know purpose.

He wouldn’t.

It was even easier than the sorts of missions assassins usually took.

Zelkov made himself as difficult to hit as it was shooting an arrow at bare tree branches. He sought them out at dusk when his keen eyes could see them but they couldn’t catch a shadow. He had the element of surprise and he did not waste it with declarations or warnings. Though impassioned, he finished the bandits all off quickly, no mercy, but no toying with them either.

He waited, then alone in the snowfall, leaving a crimson trail behind. Zelkov couldn’t even feel the cold. He kept waiting for something, for satisfaction, for grief, for anger, for regret, for anything.

Nothing.

He considered giving himself a dose of the poison too, but he didn’t even feel motivated to do that. He only walked out of automation, feet leading him anywhere. He must’ve looked deranged as he made his way into a town, everyone giving him a wide berth. Most everyone.

“The Feast of the Anthuriums is a couple days from now,” someone informed him. Zelkov stared blankly. They continued. “I- I mean you look like you’re here for that, right? Um. Maybe got a head start? Please don’t hurt me.”

Maybe that was what he needed. Zelkov left silently, mind racing.

Perhaps the Fell Dragon had not blessed him with the sort of glory and peace his followers seemed to have because Zelkov had been an inattentive church member. Perhaps he needed to prove his faithfulness. Perhaps he’d been selfish in his pursuit. He’d understand divine approval soon.

Zelkov couldn’t even remember sleeping before the combat began. No, his memory was sharpest once his lips touched the drink they gave the participants, the concoction hot like blood itself as it went down.

He blinked.

It was meant to lessen the need for sleep and fan the flames of aggression and bloodlust, yet he felt mostly the same. He glanced around, wondering if it was actually affecting anyone. He felt a little buzzed, but not much else.

A swing at his head answered him. Zelkov ducked, lashing out with his own strike. He got into the flow of combat easily, too easily, too conscious. It was as if he was sober in a room of manic drunks, but he blended right in, mind already too flayed by his own personal tragedy, his aversion to sleep then so great he didn’t need a stimulant. This was the creature he’d become, such a zealot within that he needed no poison to be poisoned.

The nonlethal mania ended hours or days later, Zelkov only sporting a few scrapes compared to the others. They were not permitted to go home, led away to sit in isolation.

That was their mistake. He wasn’t even able to string together words to protest. They wouldn’t have listened anyway, even if he thought he might’ve won. Silence pressed down upon him.

He prayed.

Nothing.

He scratched the ground with his fingernails, breathing fast, eyes watering. Who was he?

He’d been the sort of boy who cared for wounded animals, who assisted his mother when they had new patients, who learned all he could about her expertise. He’d been a big brother who watched over his little brother and played whatever games he wanted. He’d been a son who rushed to hug his father when his father got home.

Nothing, nothing.

He understood despair.

His injuries were too easy to treat, not filling the void of time as he wished they would. Zelkov was not the type to meditate and he never had been, mind always sprinting around, thoughts and emotions bouncing off the inside of his skull nonstop.

There was no antidote for wolfsbane.

There was no antidote for this.

Sitting alone, he shook, feeling as though he might hyperventilate. No. No couldn’t think on it anymore. He’d received no blessing, not even a curse, nothing. The Fell Dragon imparted nothing for his troubles. This was the end of his path as he knew it. A shell of himself in the depths of a well without water.

He was leaving, guards be damned.

Zelkov picked the lock out of his room and forced his way out, all of it a sleep deprived blur, leaving his broken faith back in the cell, some secret he’d never tell anyone if he wished to stay alive in Elusia.

What happened next was almost laughable. He picked up any task he could between jobs, diving into sewing of all things as if his greatest wish was to be a tailor after all. He threw himself into everything, staving off the images he saw when he closed his eyes.

It was odd, now, how people were so kind to him. Zelkov was a healer, a caring sort of person, one with many skills and hobbies. Yet, he was twisted beyond recognition in his own eyes, and sometimes those who looked upon him recoiled, sensing it. His work as assassin and retainer had been far from pure as well.

No matter how many wounds he healed, he’d never forget those days when he learned how to expertly inflict them.

#//this got long WHOOPS i wrote it all in a long sitting if the read more breaks ill cry #brief suicide mention #um BIG ANGST sorry #violence but i didnt make it Graphic #drabble #ic #about the muse #//ty for the worms ree #//theres like v little dialogue bc i feel he was super stuck in his mind after losing his family and its like a big spiral

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thechaoticfanartist · 1 year

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In “The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim”, Grim Kennet makes it her goal to stop Order 66. Ultimately she fails in this.

By chapter 38, “The Ashes Of Our Home '' Order 66 has taken place. Grim returns to the Jedi Temple with Master Kenobi and Master Yoda to warn any of the survivors about what has taken place. Upon seeing the ruins of the Temple, Grim snaps. She had been spending the past three years of the war trying to prevent this. She knows who has done this. She knows Anakin Skywalker is to blame.

She never sees the recordings. She doesn’t have to. Yoda stops Grim before she can watch them. He can sense her anger, and he knows she is searching for revenge not closure. He warns her of this telling Grim: “If watch this in a search for revenge, a path to the dark it will be.”

For Yoda and Obi-Wan seeing the recordings would confirm Grim’s words. It would give them closure that Anakin really has fallen. Grim does not need this. She has seen this happen all before and does not need the closure. She is not searching for it. Although she claims her reasoning for seeing the recording is to have a reason “to feel these emotions” and that it is not enough “to know from fiction” and she “must see reality.”

She wants another reason to seek revenge. Yoda knows this. He can sense her anger.

Grim declares she’s going to kill Anakin. Deciding she doesn’t need to see the recordings to get another reason. Just that Anakin has to die. She begins to make her way to take a ship directly to Mustafar where she can kill him.

Obi-Wan and Yoda go after Grim, knowing she is blinded by her rage. Grim tells the two Jedi Masters not to stop her. Claiming that killing Anakin “will stop his future bloodshed” and that she is “doing the galaxy a favor”. In her mind she is not after revenge. She is so blinded by her anger that she is justifying her revenge to be more aligned with what a Jedi might say or what she once had said herself. Although both the Masters know of Grim’s true intentions and motivations.

Obi-Wan tries to make Grim realize she is after revenge and that it isn’t the Jedi way to seek it. Even when being forced to face her true motivation Grim points out the Jedi are dead. So far blinded in grief and in anger to face herself. Much like the man she claims she must kill. Her Master even points out that she would be making the same mistakes as Anakin if she goes down this path. However Grim shuts him down saying she will not fall.

Both Obi-Wan and Yoda ask her if she is really willing to do this. To kill Anakin. To which Grim responds with a twisted version of the promise she made when she became a Jedi in the first place. Claiming that since it would save lives she will take one. Again twisting her own justification that she is after revenge.

Obi-Wan tries again to make her see that she is after revenge. He breaks through, but only barely, yet she does realize. She asks if it matters. He tells her it does. Grim says she doesn’t know, but that is a lie. She does. She’s after revenge but won’t admit it to herself. Because she knows revenge is a path to the dark side, and if she starts down that - to her she would become just as bad as what she has sworn to destroy. To defeat and stop. So she will not say it. Only that Anakin has to be defeated.

#grim kennet #fic: the clone wars gets a new victim #i think about this chapter a lot can you tell?#grim & obi wan & yoda #grim & yoda & obi wan #it got a little long whoops #tcwganv eassays

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the-eldritch-it-gay · 7 months

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For the tav companion asks :) General 4, 6, & 8, Story 7, and Romance 4 & 5 (sorry if that's too many fkuygd i just want to hear more about majexatli always...)

2. (Gen) What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?

Raise approval: helping people in need, killing people who are abusing power/authority, respecting nature, sneaking around, hunting

Lower approval: senseless cruelty, torturing/enjoying in others suffering, expressing disgust for monsters, abusing authority/power, taking advantage of innocent people

4. (Gen) Do they have any secrets that can be revealed? What are the prerequisites for this secret coming to light?

They would have a couple of secrets. One, would be their worship of Malar, while there would be hints sprinkled in, it wouldn’t be until a cutscene during a long rest in the Shadow Cursed lands that they properly reveal it. The prerequisites would be finding a wounded rothé in the shadow-cursed lands that hasn’t yet succumbed to the shadow curse. The player can either use medicine or healing magic to try and heal it’s wounds, or quickly put it out of its misery. Even on a successful check to heal its wounds, Majexatli will remark that it will likely not last long in these lands, either succumbing to these wounds or another or the shadow curse. They will approve of whatever choice you make, but if you leave without doing anything, Majexatli will step in and kill it.

During the next long rest, if you managed to heal it successfully, there will be a cutscene where you are troubled by dreams, and go on a walk to clear your head, but notice Majexatli is not at camp. As you walk past the edge of camp, you come across a clearing where you see the rothé again, but it is torn open, and a panther is eating its entrails.

If you pass a simple dc 10 passive perception check, you will see that the panthers eyes are familiar and that it is likely Majexatli in wildshape. The player can either leave them and run back to camp (Majexatli approves), or attempt to interfere. With a DC 30 persuasion or intimidation, Majexatli will reluctantly slink off into the dark (Majexatli disapproves), otherwise the player can choose to attack. Even if they attack, Majexatli will not kill the player, and the scene will lead to a wide variety of choices the player has. Either after the fight or after the player returns to camp, Majexatli will reveal their worship of Malar, their belief that this was the best outcome—death and hunting and eating are natural, the Shadow Curse is unnatural, it’s better to kill and eat the rothé than let it succumb to the shadow curse.

If the player is accepting of Majexatli’s chosen god, it is possible to come to an arrangement that will lead to the player gaining 1d8 camp supplies per long rest via Majexatli’s hunting.

Their other secret would be their history as a druid, specifically the fact that they are exiled (somewhat voluntarily) from their circle and have been for 20 years. The prerequisites for this are having good approval and having spoken with Calnys at the Emerald Grove (an npc I mentioned in another ask). Depending on the exact level of approval and whether they’re being romanced, Majexatli will share varying amount of details as to what exactly happened that lead to their exile.

8. (Gen) What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp? How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?

When asked to stay at camp:

Do you mean that?

(Upon confirmation that they should in fact stay at camp) Oh thank gods (immediately wildshapes and runs off to the edge of camp)

Alternatively, with low approval, they will wildshape and leave the conversation before getting confirmation.

When asked to join the active party:

(if player doesn’t currently have Speak with Animals buff) Narrator: The [insert wildshape form] eyes you warily for a moment, cocking its head to the side. It seems to regard you with understanding and joins your side.

(If player has speak with Animals buff) [Sigh] Alright, but this better be good

7. (Story) What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?

At the tiefling party, the player can notice a wolf idling around camp. If the player tries to interact with it twice, an insight check will allow the player to realize it is Majexatli. If the player uses speak with animals, they can bypass the insight check and Majexatli will immediately say “Ah, hells,” and drop their wildshape. Here the player can have their party-specific dialogue. After the dialogue, Majexatli will be found playing the lyre by the fire and lingering around Alfira.

I’ve never played/seen the goblin party, so I have limited knowledge in that regard, but I imagine Majexatli would permanently leave if the player agrees to help Minthara attack the grove, or maybe at least require a very high persuasion/intimidation check to make them stay. If they did, I imagine they would stay in wildshape unless the player passes a persuasion check and has speak with animals. After any dialogue, though, they would return to wildshape.

4. (Rom) Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party?

If their approval is high enough and the player flirts with them at the party, Majexatli will after a moment of consideration, give the player a potion (a dc 10 medicine check will reveal its a potion of Speak with Animals) and say they will come see them once the party dies down.

When the player goes to bed, the scene will trigger where Majexatli will approach and offers for them to join Majexatli in a hunt. (In the preliminary dialogue here, the player can ask about this hunt and why they are doing it. Majexatli will claim its a druid practice, related to circle of the moon druids, a dc 18 history check [which a druid Tav would have advantage on] will allow to player to recognize this is, in fact, not a common circle of the moon practice. A further DC 20 religion check will allow the player to realize this sort of thing is not unheard of among the followers of certain gods, though mainly gods of violence or death).

If the player agrees, then will start a scene where Majexatli is in wildshape and the player works with them to hunt a dire wolf. If they are successful in the hunt, then there’s the opportunity for a wild reckless and adrenaline-fueled sex scene.

5. (Rom) Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?

I think since I’ve mentioned the idea that Majexatli’s companion quest has 2 possible branches/endings, that there couuuld be a branching of paths, mainly revolving around whether the player encourages/accepts Majexatli’s worship of Malar vs if the player encourages them to return to worshipping Silvanus. Which would offer two different flavors of Majexatli, a raw unfiltered and messy but true Majexatli that has battles with their own emotions sometimes, or a calm stoic sage but distant Majexatli who will express devotion and love but in a rehearsed and reserved way. (Reflecting Majexatli’s view of Malar vs Silvanus, bloody and honest and flawed vs impersonal centrism and shallow emotions)

#eldritch it speaks #oc: majexatli #whoops this got a little long!#im still low on spoons so i hope its not all to rambling or disjointed :')#majexatli as a companion would be so fun wouldnt you want to have fun cutscenes about hunting and eating and blood #and have sex with a early middle aged nonbinary druid tiefling who worships an evil god and spends most of their time in wildshape

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