#with covers and proper formatting and everything
Note
listen as a namor whore (namwhore?) i think that he loves marking you as his like man would go nuts with the hickeys and bruises (and bite marks too). on the off chance he lets you return the favor he’s surprised by how much he loves seeing the love bites and bruises on his own godly self >:)
pairing: namor x princess!reader
word count: 962
warnings: eighteen+ content, mentions of p in v but not shown, teasing, bites and marking, established forbidden relationship.
note: ok see i love this concept, this take, this thot!! but i fear he’s not completely into you returning the favor because for him it’d be more of a ‘i want everyone to see and be reminded who you worship to’. and i think he likes to stay looking proper to his people, but he does let you get away with bites left under the shorts!!
You were supposed to have left your room and met your mother and the council minutes ago—almost an hour ago you now see as the clock on your bedside reflects back to you in the mirror you’re standing at. Trying to right yourself back into looking presentable, kept, like you’re not running late because the man at the foot of your bed used his sweet siren song of pretty compliments, and words that had you out of your dress just as fast as his fingers had torn at the undergarments underneath it.
Leaving your balcony door open for him was seeming more and more like a curse than a blessing.
Letting him come and go as he pleased, when he cared to visit you after days of being MIA. Sometimes only noting his presence with a saltwater covered gift he’d leave at your doorway, when you’d stayed up as long as your body would allow to. As you waited to see if he would come to you; or when duties like council meetings and required dinners were demanded of you—events a Princess was supposedly meant to attend.
You’re surprised your mother hasn’t sent someone to fetch you. You expect it anytime now, ever the punctual woman your mother was. Being tardy was surely going to get you a stern look and deep questioning.
“Jats'uts,” he mumbles against your shoulder.
Beautiful.
Pretty.
Your heart soars, fingers only wavering a little as you do your best to right the necklaces adorning your neck. Your body having just been molded pudy in his hands mere seconds ago. Your thighs still sticky from having his mouth and cock between them. Your legs still feel that heady wobble from post orgasm. Your mind and body still coming off of that beautiful precipice of want and desire, of falling against his body like you couldn’t stand up straight, or function properly, without him being there to sink into—or onto on most nights.
You had told him how urgent it was that you make it to this meeting. How he needed to turn around and make his way back to his beloved ocean before someone saw him, and your mother had both of you locked away.
A threat he laughed at. A threat you knew meant nothing to someone as powerful as him; a God.
“If this were Talokan I’d make our people come to you. You’d never have to lift a finger, princess.”
Our people.
As if there were some alternate reality in which that could come to formation. Where the two of you would rule as equals and not something forbidden, and secretive.
There had been too much death and destruction on both sides, from both of your people, for either groups to be happy to be ruled by the both of you.
But the fantasy was nice to dream about—get lost in the idea of actually being able to flaunt your love instead of hiding it.
When his arm wraps around your waist your body works on instinct, on knowing the hands and warmth of the man that’s touching it. Guiding it into his chest to lean and rest against. His lips brushing at the side of your neck, mustache burning your skin.
“Or you could stay naked, spread out for me. Waiting for my return while I handled everything.”
“Mm.” You let your eyes close as you grin, “no responsibilities other than pleasing my king.”
“Precisely.” His teeth take a hold of your sensitive skin, his tongue following after the sting like a salve. Making your body tremble against him, a gasp falling from your lips. “You’d never want for anything. I would have it brought to you. Made for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to you, princess.” His mouth repeats it’s actions against your neck, his hand creeping lower to the start of your thigh.
That ache between your legs quickly making a home once more at your swollen clit.
“K’uk’ulkan,” his name falls from your lips, practiced, known, worshiped—as you moan softly. As you let him suck and bite at your skin, letting his words coax you into that fantasy world you want so badly.
You don’t come back to reality until you feel his fingers start to pull up the bottom of your dress, the cool air against your damp underwear bringing you back down from that building high.
“Nononono,” you pull away from him. Untangling his arms from your body and sending him a scowl at the way he’s smirking at you. “I’m already late because of you!”
“My apologies, princess.” His hand waves towards the door, “don’t keep your people waiting any longer.”
“I won’t! You-” your quick movements stop abruptly when you see it, when the deep hue catches your eye in the mirror. And maybe it’s half your own fault for not stopping him, for once again falling victim to the hot-tease of manipulation of his beautiful words.
There’s words of anger and disbelief in the back of your throat, ready to come up and spill over at the man whose eyes are locked onto yours in the mirror. Who is still wearing that signature cool as can be expression, that you really want to slap off of him.
Your mother was going to kill you.
String you up as a pariah!
“My mother–”
“Will not be pleased, no.” He finishes for you. Steps back into that space behind you, returning his heat to your back. His thumb runs along the bruised area, eyes gleaming at his creation before flashing back to yours. “But now everyone will know you belong to someone.”
You belong to me.
Unspoken in words but not in the way he presses a kiss to the love mark, lips soft and endearingly sensual.
#namor smut#namor x reader#namor x you#namor x black reader#namor imagine#kukulkan x reader#namor headcanon#namor one shot#namor x y/n#black panther smut#kukulkan#namor#tenoch huerta#namor fics#namor fanfic#kukulkan smut#kukulkan x you#namor x female reader#kukulkan one shot#black panther one shot#thots !
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
And now for something new
So, here's something I was never planning on doing, but I just couldn't shake the idea... Thanks Ken Penders is gaining a sister blog featuring an entirely different comic franchise!
Introducing... Thanks Steve Ditko, a blog where I read the Earth-616 Spider-Man comics, starting all the way back in the '60s! It's gonna be much more casual and less thorough than how I run things here on TKP, though, which I'll explain in a sec.
If seeing me post weird bits from old Spider-Man comics sounds fun and you need no further info, then just head right on over to Thanks Steve Ditko. But for longtime TKP readers, I know you probably have questions...
Number one: Why?
Spider-Man's always been my favorite superhero, and with the Spider-Verse movies kicking ass and my excitement building for the new Insomniac game, I've been in a Spidey mood. Inevitably, a thought occurred to me: Maybe I should actually read the comics that everything else is built off of and see the wildly varying contributions of all the original creators, rather than filtering them through big budget adaptations. If I can power through One Piece and all these other manga with hundreds of chapters, it can't be that hard... right?
And, well, after a few issues I quickly realized that my options were to either clog up my other accounts with random Spider-Man panels for years, or to just make a side blog. And so the side blog was born.
Two: Will this blog replace Thanks Ken Penders?
NO!!!!!!!!!
Okay but prove it
To allow the two to exist side-by-side, Thanks Steve Ditko will have a different format than what Thanks Ken Penders developed. Rather than an in-depth guided tour that critically analyzes every story beat of every issue, TSD will just be a place for amusing panels and brief thoughts as I casually read the comics at my own pace.
If you've seen me make a few tweets about reading Spider-Man recently, I'm basically just moving that to a dedicated Tumblr. It's a place for me to dump these things so that it doesn't fill up my media tab on Twitter for the next decade. (You know, assuming Twitter is still around in a decade.) There will be many issues where I only post two panels that I thought were funny. There will be issues where I don't have anything to say at all. Maybe I'll reach a run that I just cannot get into, and I start skipping around more. Who knows!
This may sound similar to what I thought this blog would be before it blew up. Aside from the simple fact that there's already mountains of Spider-Man commentary out there and therefore less of a void for me to fill, one of the main steps I'll be taking to avoid repeating the past is not enabling an ask box on TSD. I do not need people to ask me to go into ten times more detail on everything. I do not need to write seven essay-length responses to questions about Spider-Man minutiae every day. I do not need a place for people to chide me for not covering certain scenes, issues, or ancillary series.
It also won't have any kind of update schedule. I'm trying to keep it very casual. I'm reading these comics at my own pace, and if I feel like sharing a moment or commenting on something while doing so? It goes there. That's it.
(On the subject of format changes, I'm also listing the issue, writer, and penciller in the body of every post. This is a thing I wish I'd done on TKP so that people didn't misattribute every weird Archie Sonic panel I post to Penders.)
Three: So when will TKP come back from hiatus? You said it'd come back after you finished SLARPG!
I don't know! Sorry. I have a couple things on the backburner right now for TKP, but I'm not sure when I'll get back to proper updates where I read more comics.
I wanted to bring TKP back this year, and that's still possible. The main hurdle is that I want to reread my own archive (again) as a refresher, which is, uh. A lot of posts. I've developed a high standard for myself on here, and I feel like I wouldn't be doing my job right if I forgot half the ongoing subplots and character arcs and didn't bring them up in my analysis. Especially when I'm discussing the work of an author as obsessed with continuity as Ian Flynn. Unfortunately, the nature of this blog means that every time I go on another long hiatus for Life Reasons I have even more comic continuity to catch up on than last time.
(This is a big part of why I'm making Thanks Steve Ditko an extremely casual blog instead of promising to become a Lore Expert on 60+ years of Marvel.)
Mostly I've just been very burnt out this year after having finally finished a video game that took almost eight years to make. I haven't really had the energy for any creative projects, including TKP. But I feel a little bit of a spark here with Spider-Man, so I'm chasing that feeling to try to get back into the swing of blogging about comics - no pun intended.
So, basically, bear with me on this as I start this low-energy side project. But hopefully folks will enjoy Thanks Steve Ditko as its own thing, too.
Look forward to goofy shit like this
381 notes
·
View notes
Text
First bookbinding project a success. I think that my cat approves because he would not stay out of my photos. Five months in the making, but I couldn't be more pleased with the results.
I started with @armoredsuperheavy's amazing fanbinding tutorial to create a typeset of each work in @erisenyo's Burning Bright AU published on Ao3. Then had to reread the works in the new format and edit as I went to make sure everything was formatted correctly, (combined word count somewhere around 1.3 million) that took over a month all by itself.
I picked up a copy of Introduction to Bookbinding & Custom Cases by Tom and Cindy Hollander from my local library, to look at some detailed how to images and get multiple perspectives on construction methods. Excellent book, I do recommend.
My hunt for materials included a trip to Detroit with a side stop at Blick to look at decorative papers in person. Blick and the fine people at Hollander’s ended up having everything I needed to make covers. So between my brother kindly 3d printing me a punch cradle, making a DIY sewing frame of my own invention (courtesy of scrap lumber and a trip to the Lowe's hardware department), and three reams of late night printing, I managed to amass all my supplies.
Folding three reams of paper into signatures (the little bundles you sew together) takes about five days if you don't want to lose your mind or your place, and longer if you discover you need to fix things because that definitely happened. Then you get to unfold them to stab holes in them which is as terrifying at first and therapeutic by the end as it sounds.
Next came weeks of sewing books together, a magical process. I learned three new knots, repeatedly stabbed myself (because all forms of creation forcibly demand blood sacrifice) , and felt like I was roleplaying a monastic librarian from the time of Gutenburg. That's 600 years ago, 24ish generations, over 8million ancestors since then (by geometric progression, which excludes the possibility that any of my peasant ancestry is from small towns which is you know likely but I digress) and here I sat sewing pages together in a basement because story is the most sacred of human arts as it binds communities together and shapes perceptions of the self and our brethren, of outsiders allies and enemies, of the world as we know it and as it may come to be. Did I mention sewing books felt magical.
Then came the glue. So much glue. Multiple types of glue. All sticky. all stuck to me. I smeared glue with my fingers like a child.
At last it was time for the covers. Choosing combinations of the decorative papers and bookcloth and making sure I could get enough out of each material for what I needed. Precise cutting so many thanks to the architecture school professors who showed me how to properly cut chipboard. Then measuring and gluing, and more measuring, and more gluing. At last press a little groove by the spine and repeat eleven times.
Then I get to impress all my people with my latest and possibly coolest maker skill unlock, I am a book binder.
Bottom to top in the stack or left to right at the bottom are:
These Things Written
These Things Unsaid with Without Consent
These Things Known with A Third Chance (or a First)
Oh, The Way Your Makeup Stains My Pillowcase
That Love You've Been Looking For
All I Need Is To Be Struck (By Your Electric Love)
To Open Every Door to Night, To Meet Each Rising Sun (my favorite)
Love Is In the Hair (fanart of this one originally lead me to read the series, thanks @ash-and-starlight)
Lessons in Proper Asset Management
Tangled Up With You
To Be Named, To Be Known (To Be Loved)
#fandom#fanbinding#book binding#book making#zukka#zukka nation#zukka fanfic#avatar#atla#atla azula#atla sokka#atla zuko#ao3#ao3 fanfic#erisenyo
90 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello, I was wondering if I could request a fem muzan x male reader? If not just the regular muzan is fine as well. And it's basically the Reader is an upper ranked demon. This takes place at the infinity fortress.
And could this be smut? With a top male reader?
Thanks if you do this!
P.S Everything else is your choice.
SPECIAL DELIVERY!
MUZAN KIBUSTUJI X M!READER
Genre: Smut
Format: Oneshot
WARNINGS: smut obv, cowgirl, muzan got boobies (homie still has a dick.), subby top m!reader, dommy bottom Muzan.
Silence filled the room as the upper moons awaited lord Muzan’s presence. You are one of them. Upper Moon 2, who fought Douma and put him in his place long ago.
Muzan praised you highly, you were considered his favorite.
Nakime announces Muzan’s return and strikes her biwa loudly. The noise echoed through the infinity castle.
The sound of doors sliding and clacking fills the room as Muzan is revealed. You gawked at how beautiful Muzan looked as he was in a rather feminine outfit. The black traditional kimono with long silky midnight hair tied into a large low bun.
He begins to commentate on the next missions that’ll be assigned to take down the slayers, to be honest, you weren’t paying attention all that well, you just kept your eyes on how attractive Muzan appeared that day.
After the meeting was done, Muzan held you behind.
“Dear [Y/N], were you paying any attention to what was said?”
He appears in front of you, holding your chin to face him. He smiles and kisses your forehead.
“I know you weren’t. Perhaps because you have something on your mind?”
He tilts his head as he stares you down. His gaze moves all over your body and immediately meets the raging bulge appearing from your pants, making itself known. Without any hesitation, Muzan begins to palm you.
“Would you like to sort this out?”
He gives you a sly smile as you whimper under his touch. “Yes, I would.” You mumble, hands gravitating to Muzan’s hips.
“Nakime, Please take us somewhere private.”
She sighs and begrudgingly strikes her biwa, causing you and Muzan to teleport to a room with a large Western-style bed.
“So worked up for me, [Y/N].” He laughs, walking to the bed and patting it. You nod and sit on the bed.
Muzan unties his obi and lets his kimono loosen up, causing it to fall and just barely cover his nipples. You stare at Muzan with big doe eyes as you neatly take off his clothes. Muzan replies with a soft giggle and a kiss on your forehead.
“Good boy,” Muzan says while making quick work of your clothes. Your dick springs up and slaps against your stomach. Precum leaks intensely from your swollen tip.
Muzan immediately begins to stroke you gently, watching your hips jerk for more friction while you whimper quietly. “Such a good boy for me.” He smiles and gives your tip a gentle kiss, which promptly makes you gasp.
“Lay down sweetie.” Muzan motions you with his hand and you of course listen, laying down on your back in the middle of the bed.
He crawls on top of you before moving down to your dick and slamming it into his mouth. You moan out, a rushed feeling of ecstasy and pleasure washes over you as you feel the warmth and slippery inside of his mouth. Your body begins to shake as these feelings overwhelm it, breath staggering.
After a while of toying with you and watching your reactions with pure joy, Muzan takes you out his mouth and crawls above you, angling you to his entrance.
Once found the proper placement, Muzan sat down. You immediately react to the tightness and warmth of it all. You whimper loudly, gripping the sheets harshly.
“Ready darling?” Muzan whispers, softly grinding on you. You can only nod before Muzan rises and slams down on you at a slowly accelerating pace. You whimper and moan each time he reaches the base, back arching and tears streaming down your face.
“Oh my gods.” You moan out, gripping Muzan's fatty hips and leaving bruises. He does not falter, stripping you of any cognitive thinking as you drown in waves of pleasure and warmth.
He reaches a fast and rough pace, making you see stars every time he slams down harshly. He is groaning and growling lowly while concentrating on you.
God, you have never felt so special and wanted before and you were enjoying every second, becoming a whiny moaning mess under his grasp. You begin to thrust into him, syncing yourself with his movements.
Tears are falling on your face at a rapid pace as you lose total control of your body and the only name you know is Muzan’s. Moaning his name out every 5 seconds.
At this point you have no fucking idea who you are, only knowing Muzan and his body. All you can do is make noises and jerk around while drowning in the ocean’s worth of ecstasy you’re experiencing right now.
You have always wanted to do this with Muzan and fantasized about it often. But, this pleasure could never compare to your thoughts or hand.
You reach your climax quickly, thick and sticky strings of cum filling Muzan. Your breath is irregular as you try to catch it, recovering from the moment.
“No no, I am not done yet.” He whispers as he kisses you. He continues his pace but it becomes more erratic and uneven. Muzan soon climaxes too, white liquid covering your chest, neck, and chin.
Muzan stays on top of you, catching his breath while tracing patterns into your skin with his fingertips. “Next time, pay attention.”
He smiles as he brings you into a soft yet passionate kiss, the sweat on the two of you causing you to stick together, the cum on you not helping.
“Thank you, Lord Muzan.” You pant out, releasing your iron grip from his hips.
A/N: This is my first time writing smut, so I hope I did okay! Sorry for it being so short, I think I could’ve done more but I didn’t know how to execute it properly. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing this.
-Kirara
#demon slayer#kny x reader#kny x male reader#x male top reader#x male y/n#muzan x y/n#muzan kibutsuji#muzan x male reader#muzan x you#demon slayer muzan#muzan x reader#kimetsu no yaiba muzan#muzan smut#kny muzan
247 notes
·
View notes
Text
King!Johnny MacTavish x Siren!Reader (kinda FemOC, but she’s never given a proper name, descriptions, or anything. No Y/N either)
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Language, brief descriptions of injury and blood, storms (thunder and lightning), lots of ocean stuff (lmk if I missed any!)
AN- Dedicated to the lovely @sprout-fics who helped me out of my writing slump. Thank you forever friend. Another shout out to @deadbranch who indirectly inspired me to make pretty headings for my stuff! Thank you!
(Also, formatting may be weird due to me being on mobile)
Word Count: 2,802
There was a whisper on the breeze, as if the very sea itself was restless. Thunder cracks in the distance and lightning split the sky like some kind of beast tearing it open. Rain fell in sheets that created waves in the air, splashing against the tower of the castle upon the cliff face, mist settled against the glass paned doors of the royall chambers, creating droplets or condensation that clung to the glass before sliding down like tears on a face.
King John MacTavish pushed said doors open, his rough hands leaving prints in their wake. He should feel bad, but he knew the glass would be cleaned in the morning. Everything in his home was constantly being polished or shined or cleaned in some shape or form. He took a few large steps onto the stone balcony, his furs ruffling about his shoulders from the harsh wind. It was a dreadfully cold night out, his breath puffing before his face like the smoke from mythical dragons his ancestors claimed to have slain. He rested his hands on the salty parapet, scraping against stone that was constantly kissed by the sea. He looked out at the tempest, arms folding and shoulders sagging.
Oh the sea…
He sighed, his head hanging in a moment of pity for himself. He missed his old life. He missed the scent of the open ocean. He missed the feeling of the salt in his hair and the wheel in his hands. A ship captain turned king? Who would have thought? Certainly not him.
He looked down at his hands, rough from years of use on ships. Old calluses from harpoons and ropes slowly fading away from lack of use. His hands had never before been soft. They were a man’s hands, the hands of a warrior and of a worker. Not of…not of a cushy noble who sat in a castle all day.
He looked up, hearing the surf crash against the castle walls and feeling the mist settle on his shoulders. He turned his gaze to the churning depths below. The surf was rather high tonight, seeing as the moon was full and the tide was coming in. A particularly bright crack of lightning blinded him temporarily before the equally loud boom of thunder filled his ears.
The mighty captain turned king ducked and covered his ears, hands firmly protecting the one sense he truly was fearful of losing. His mind was filled with the memories of booming canons, the screams of men being torn apart by sabers and shrapnel from the exploding timbers of a ship. He stood, feeling the icy water spill onto his face as the rain hit the castle. He groaned and ran his hand down his face, feeling quite foolish for being spooked by a thing as simple as thunder. He used to take on giants of the deep without a drop of fear. Now he was simply jumping at shadows…
He scoffed and looked down at the swirling sea, watching as the foam and spray swirled in the wind. The tide rose again and a massive wave crashed against the cliff, momentarily blocking his view of the opposite shore. The water subsided and a low groan filled the air around him, seemingly coming from all directions. John spun, drawing his saber that he kept as his side at all times and pointing it at the space behind him. He checked the corners of his vision before slowly sweeping his attention across the empty balcony.
Nobody. There was nobody there. He sighed softly before sheathing the saber once more, turning to look out at the craggy shore. His eyes widened as he saw a woman, her skin scraped and scratched by the stones she now rested on.
“Steaming bloody Jesus…” the curse slipped from his mouth as he stormed back into his chambers, and hurried down the stairs. A few members of his staff yelped as he hurried down the stone steps, concerned for their king that was now trailing water through the castle. “Someone wake the surgeon! I may need her aid!” His voice boomed through the stone hallways and his Knight Captain nodded, the helmeted man clanking his way to the surgeon’s quarters.
John pushed open doors and hurried through the narrow halls until he made it to the docks behind the castle. Behind him, he could hear the rapid footsteps of the court surgeon following behind him. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Her words fell on deaf ears as he hopped over a low wall and scurried down the rocks to where he saw the woman. The surgeon growled in frustration while lighting a lantern, carrying it with her. “Damn it Johnny! Talk to me!” She ran behind him, ignoring the rain as it soaked her uniform and the utensils she had brought. “I can’t help if you don’t-“ she trailed off as Johnny held his arm up as he skidded to a halt, pointing at the woman who was laying on the stony shore.
Now that he was closer, he could see the jagged cuts and scratches along her body. He could see the blood staining the water red. He couldn’t see her lower half, seeing as the water was still lapping at her waist and the occasional wave rushed over her that would shift her entire form. He came closer, assisting the surgeon over the rocks as they got closer to the woman.
When they reached her, it was very clear she was in serious trouble. Her back was a mess of scars and scrapes, some older and some more recent. There was a series of marks on her back that Johnny identified all too well. She had been whipped, and aggressively too.
“I’m going to get a bed ready. Bring her to me and I’ll get her squared away.” She touched his shoulder and squeezed once. Reassuring him that she would be there if he needed her.
“Cmon lass…let’s get you warm..” his words were soft as he gently placed a hand on the injured woman���s shoulder. She didn’t move and she was freezing to the touch, giving Johnny cause to assume she was dead. He sighed heavily as he closed his eyes, resting more of his hand on her shoulder. His eyes snapped open when he felt her move. That same groan from before filling the air. He turned her over without thinking, ready to administer aid, hands hovering over her torso in the position the surgeon had taught him when he froze. She had…scales
Scales the likes of which he had never seen before. They were iridescent little things, trailing up her hips to her navel before becoming freckles against her skin. His eyes locked on her skin, the soft but cold skin of her torso that was covered in scratches and cuts. As his eyes trailed upwards, he could see that her upper torso was also coated in scales, a lighter shade than that of her hips that decorated her clavicle and upper arms. They were tiny things, glittering in what faint light he could see.
Her breath came shallowly and he placed his hand on her neck, feeling for a pulse. He had no idea if humans had the same anatomy as her kind, but he figured he’d try for a pulse anyway. A weak beat danced under his fingers and he breathed a sigh of relief. She was alive, for now at least. He was itching to learn more about this creature that had washed up on his shore but his thoughts were interrupted when a rather rough wave crashed over the rocks and soaked the king to the bone, or…more soaked than he already was.
“Oh for fuck’s sa-“ his curses died on his tongue as a bright bolt of lightning illuminated the source of the mermaid’s troubles. Her tail, which had been pushed into the shore by the incoming waves, was now visible for him to see. A massive amalgamation of fishing line, netting, and various hooks and harpoon heads had embedded itself deep into the flesh of the appendage and was cutting into her. “Oh lass…no wonder you couldn’t swim. Especially in this tempest…”
He sighed softly and shifted to grab his saber, removing it from the sheath. He shrugged off his coat and draped it across the mermaid’s tail, not resting his weight on her directly. The fur squished uncomfortably under his fingers and it was quickly stained by the blood flowing from the wound on her tail. With expert hands, he worked to slice the mess of string and metal free from the tail of the mermaid, being careful to not cut the injured flesh more. He removed most of the line with little issue, tossing it to the side and out of the water. The hooks were next and as he knelt closer to remove one, he looked back.
Eyes as stormy as the sea were looking back at him and he felt his blood run cold. They were slitted, like the eyes of the great cats from the stories back East and they were filled to the brim with rage. He raised his hands and held them above his head. “Easy…easy. I was just cutting them free. It won’t be pleasant, but you’ll be swimming in no time. Just…hold still.” He spoke softly, like one would to a wounded animal to get it to come closer. The mermaid didn’t move to attack him, instead she closed her eyes and lay back on the rocks, breathing heavily.
Johnny slowly and carefully removed the hooks from her tail, seeing how the fins were tattered and torn. Whatever scuffle this mermaid had gotten into, she had been lucky to escape it. Once the final hook was removed and he had tossed it to the side, he sat up, proud of his work. The tail was still wounded and blood still stained the rocks and water around them, but she wasn’t trapped by them anymore. He smiled and moved to get up when the large muscles of the tail twitched into life, spinning him into the water flat on his back.
He felt the water of the sea surge over his face as he fell back, a rock scraping across his shoulder painfully. He felt firm hands on his chest and when the waves receded, the face of the mermaid was above him.
Her glare was sharper than the rocks they found themselves on and colder than the rain that fell in sheets over the churning sea. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her mouth opened to form a hiss. Her teeth were razors, sharper than a shark’s and probably just as deadly. Johnny couldn't move, his arms pinned by the waves and the sheer strength of the woman pinning him down. He felt her inhale against him, deep and long until she screeched.
The sound was deafening. Johnny covered his ears as the mermaid, no, siren shouted at him. The rocks rumbled under his scrambling grasp and his eyes watered in pain. The siren surged over him, diving into an incoming wave and leaving him with a slap to the face with her powerful tail. Johnny could only watch the lightning lit waves for any sign of the mythical being, but he was met with nothing but churning water and spraying foam.
He wasn’t sure how long he stood on the shore but eventually the surgeon came back, a lantern held tightly in her grip. “Where did the woman go? Don’t tell me she-“ Johnny held up his hand and showed her the collected scales. They had broken off the siren’s tail as he was working on getting the hooks out. The surgeon took the scales and held them to the light, inspecting them.
“Wasnae a woman. It was something else…” His words were soft and his accent thick. The rain had stopped a while ago but he couldn’t remove his gaze from the sea. Something there was calling to him, and it caused an ache in his heart to be away from it. If John MacTavish had longed for the sea before, he was now enraptured by it.
For the entire walk back to the castle, his eyes were locked on those tumbling waves, searching and seeking for a glimpse of a tail, or of skin. A glimpse of her.
“I’ll see you again Bonnie. I swear it.”
87 notes
·
View notes
Note
You got any more creative juices for the Twins AU O.O that was such a jummy au angst with the truth and pinpricks of healing at the end nom nom nom
I'm Listening, all of us are
Ah yes the twin au. Its been a while. Honestly I am low on ideas for this au. It was a concept that I took and ran with and failed to make notes for. However, I will write what I can.
Previous part here. (excuse the formatting I was still figuring tumblr out when I wrote the last piece for this au.)
━━━━━━ ⊙ ❖ ⊙ ━━━━━━━━━━━━
To wear the face of another was a... difficult thing. It wasn't merely a mask for Optimus. In order to take the identity of his brother, there were sacrifices that had to be made, ones beyond losing his connections and name. Most of the augments had long since been forgotten, but with his identity revealed to his team, it was not hard to find those augments now that the difference was clear.
"Orion, what is this?" Ratchet's digits hovered over sealed compartments on Optimus's frame. The medic worked worked the plating before Optimus could respond, and within a klik, his data cable ports were revealed.
"Sir, you..." Arcee stared in horror, as did the rest of the team. Optimus for his part merely shrugged. He was from the data caste. Optronix was not. His twin had been an enforcer, and no enforcer in Iacon had data cables of all things.
His were cut and cauterized, stopping them from every fully regenerating. It was painful in the extreme, and the instincts of the Archivist demanded he engage his data cables whenever he interacted with technology. He gave up the ability to ever perform his one soothing duties for the sake of appearances. It didn't hurt anymore, it merely prompted a vague feeling of loss.
Ratchet made attempts to assess the damage and repair the worst of it, but all he got in return were hisses of pain from Optimus. His cables were sensitive, even when cut and hidden away. To repair them would be to reopen millennia old wounds and fish around in what amounted to a sensory organ. Without proper tools, it would be needless agony. Ratchet gave up on repairs but did put caps over the cut data cables to limit additional pain that Optimus had been walking off since his rise to Prime.
Arcee worked with Ratchet quietly to make prosthetic data cables for Optimus to use. The prosthetics attached to the caps and simulated the feeling of connecting to a device via electric pulses. It didn't actually do anything, but it would ease the archival coding. Optimus was dubious, but later in the dead of night he could be found with a smile on his face as his prosthetic cables attached to the console. The simple act have him comfort, and for that, the team found the effort worth it.
His devastated data cables were not all the team discovered. As Ratchet ran examination after examination, a whole plethora of augments were swiftly located. Optimus did not stop them. There was no point in it. They knew now, and it was not as though his augments could be removed now.
His optics had been remodeled as one of the first changes to his frame. Optronix's optics had full optical glass coverage. Orion's were of the cycling variety. Optronix needed protection from shrapnel and explosions. Orion needed to be able to capture everything with photographic clarity. When he took on his brother's identity, his sensitive optics were covered with thick optical glass and changed in color to match Optronix's gold ones. He had not seen his own optics since he became Prime, and he had long grown used to the faint pain that came from having to squint just to see through the optical glass.
Ratchet offered, or rather begged to be able to remove the glass. Optimus allowed him. However the glass had to quickly be put back into place when Optimus all but screamed in agony at the sheer level of sensation. After so long seeing through lenses, he couldn't handle light or the level of detail his optics afforded him.
To try and slowly acclimate him back into his original frame, Optimus was ordered to take out the optical glass at least once a cycle for five minutes. The children did their best to make it more bearable for him by having him read books to them. The small text gave his optics something to focus on and helped him reintroduce archival programming back into his priority trees. Every day he would take time out of his usual working hours to read a book to the children. Usually this amounted to reading out their homework questions or helping them get through their assigned reading. However it was always enjoyed and more than once, Bumblebee sat in to listen and see what his Sire's optics actually looked like.
The collective agreement around base was that Optimus's real optics were far more attractive than his fake gold ones.
Optimus had always had a rather boxy build as an Archivist. The frame type allowed him to process all of the data that assaulted him. Optronix however had a slim build, rather unusual for an enforcer. But it fit him due to his position as an investigator. Optronix was designed to be seen by the public and both fast and flexible. Orion had not been forged with such intentions in mind. In order to achieve his brother's frame type, Optimus went through extensive fasting periods and slowly had his waist taken in over the course of vorns. The damage to his internals meant he could never consume great quantities of anything and instead was forced to fuel slowly in order to not overwhelm his crushed tanks.
When Ratchet discovered that fact, he nearly lost his mind in rage. He immediately began attempting to find the bindings that kept Optimus's frame from reverting. However when he did locate the bindings, it was a slow and painful procedure trying to remove them. The bindings had been welded into Optimus's spine and served as a sort of ribcage for his waist. Getting it off involved surgery and Optimus being a wet noodle for several weeks while he recovered.
He vented far better after it was taken out, and for the first time since his rise to Prime, he actually felt like he fit into his frame. Getting him to fuel properly became a new fight for the team, especially once Optimus began to grow unhappy with his frame as it reverted. After so long, the shift began to come rather quickly. He maintained his waist, but he bulked up considerably. More than once the team caught him trying to wrap makeshift binds around his middle just to alleviate his discomfort at losing what he had long since deemed "necessary augments". Bulkhead came in clutch when it came to easing Optimus's concerns. The Wrecker was quick to bring Optimus into sparring matches, showing him that being extra bulky didn't do a thing to his combat capabilities.
Optimus was still the Prime and just as deadly. A supermodel waist didn't define his skill level.
The team were more than pleased when Optimus began to go without his mask without seeming on edge. They smiled when his optics adjusted enough to the light that he didn't need the optical glass anymore. They were all but thrilled when he openly used his prosthetics and moved comfortably in his frame. He had never been visibly as happy as he was, even though they were still at war.
Then Smokescreen arrived, and all that hard work went down the drain. Optimus was dead set on keeping up his persona around those who didn't know.
Ratchet wanted to scream.
#transformers#maccadam#transformers prime#optimus prime#team prime#ratchet#alternate universe#twin au#bumblebee#arcee#bulkhead#tfp kids
82 notes
·
View notes
Note
Can I get some cream pie action with Tulio?
This is at the start of my inbox...
I guess happy Mating Press March
Male Lead: Tulio
Female Lead: Psychi
Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/Yandere Space Marines
Canon Status: I dunno probably not its why I gave it the ending that I did I let the spirit of the fic take me
TW: Smut, Yandere behavior, Tulio behavior, dubcon?, cream pie
Tag List: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog
Note: Yeah keeping the canon status format thing from Fluffuary it's helpful for these sorts of asks.
The spice wine rushed over their tongues as it flowed freely and by the throne he wished he could allow such things to get him somewhat intoxicated but he would not stoop so low as to drinking mjod. He looked over to Psychi who wasn't used to such fine wines as her cheeks were flushed and given how her tunic was he could see how the tops of her breasts were flushed as well.
He forces himself to think about fighting tyrannids instead of the thoughts of how soft those would feel against his face... or how his tongue would run against her nipple... how he would suckle hard like a hungry babe. He grits his teeth as he forgets about the foul xeno he was suppose to be thinking about and thinks about the woman drinking and eating with him naked.
"Tulio?" She slurs softly as his eyes look to her and notice how her eyes are looking down... he follows her gaze and his face flushes as his own tunic is doing a terrible job to hide his desire.
"P-Psychoula I can explain." He felt like he was going through puberty again.
"No need Tulio." She says putting down her goblet as she crawls into his lounge chair and the wine must have made his darling bold as her hand starts to pet the cloth covered cock.
It twitches under her ministrations... of course it would for her hands. Tulio can't help but moan like some sort of virgin with the way her hand touches him. "Psychoula!" He bites his cheek to stop cumming right there.
His cry out causes her to flinch her hand away but she still felt emboldened as she leans forward with tears in her eyes, "Tulio please I have to repay you somehow!" He goes to stop her but she undoes the ties for her tunic letting it fall to her hips bearing her breasts to him and she crawls between his legs nuzzling his clothed cock. "Please... let me repay you." She hiccups softly.
He shouldn't he really shouldn't... it isn't proper.... so why was he undoing his tunic?! Why did he order her to undo her hair... of course it was to thread his fingers through her hair griping a handful as he watches her run her tongue against his cock. He shutters as he watches her lick a pearl of precum from the tip of his cock watching the way the white pearl of cum smears upon the pink of her tongue. How her eyes are half lidded as she lavishes her affections upon his flesh... running her hands up and down the shaft that isn't receiving her direct attention.
Tulio grits his teeth as he resists bucking up... as lurid as his desires and dreams may get he knows she has limits and he can't hurt her... but the way she tries to take as much as she can in her mouth... he hears her gag softly and the sensation of her saliva running down his cock is too much. He gently pulls on her hair, "Off now." He orders and she pulls off with a pop as she pants softly. She rubs her face and the flesh of her breasts against him.
He should stop. He should stop.... why isn't he stopping?! The voice inside his head whimpers as he grabs her chin and pulls her into a deep kiss tasting himself mingling with the spiced wine as he is doing everything wrong as he doesn't spend the time to prep her he just rubs his cock head against her cunt and then feels how she pushes herself down onto him... slowly pushing down each inch after inch... his hand against her cheek as he watches her get that blissed fucked out look.
"Please Tulio... please..." She begs softly and he bucks his hips up as his reply. He grunts and huffs and snarls as he has to restrain himself from burying hard and fast... he wants her and she's there on him pleading for him to fuck her and he wants to do so much! So MUCH! To her but he has a limited amount of time... unless he just keeps going until his body gives out. He pants at the horrid thought as they seem to spiral out of him as she... should be awake for these moments... but she didn't need to be awake is what the voice in his head says.
He came inside of her at those thoughts and lurid desires. He flipped her over less then gently as he looked down at her spread cunt still wrapped around his cock as his cum overflowed the sides and he pulled her legs to his chest as he thrusted down listening to her cries of pleasure and mercy as he knew she was overstimulated but just a little more! He bucked down hard, grunting like an animal, as he chanted her name and she mewled his own name so pathetically and at his mercy. He moans as he felt her walls strangle his cock and he flooded her fertile valley with his seed looking down at the way her walls were so spread as cum stained her thighs and oozed down her ass, making its way over her puckered bud. Tears left their mark on her face as she was sprawled over his lounge chair just looking up at him whimpering.
But he wanted more? Why? Why was she looking at him like that?
"Tulio?" She whimpered before flinching-
He snapped awake feeling his hearts racing and his thighs moist and his own release filling his nose. He rubs a hand over his eyes groaning before he realizes something is on his arm... and that something is a someone... a Psychi just snuggling against his arm... the chill of the night not an issue with how she was wrapped around his arm like a hot water bottle keeping her warm. He groans feeling like an awful creature... it was not often that she slept over and whenever she did... he had such intense sexual dreams which made him feel like a monster just barely hanging on...
But he wasn't one... he reassures himself as he tucks her into bed... and he watches her for awhile... before he takes a small piece of her clothing to release the rest of such pent up feelings.
#warhammer 40k#reply#answer#yandere space marine#space marine#oc: Tulio#oc: psychi#tulio x psychi#space marine x reader#x reader#reader insert#yandere ultramarine#ultramarine#tw: smut#tw: yandere#mating press march#tw: dubcon#maybe#smutty cream pie
53 notes
·
View notes
Text
I’m thrilled to finally have my original analog glitch skull back in print today after the first edition has been sold out for years - here’s a first look at the actual print and all its remastered details:
This has become an iconic image for my work and for analog glitch in general, as it was my first piece back in 2012 that paved the way for my analog glitch work with How To Destroy Angels and the beginning of a new fine art movement of VHS/CRT glitch that is thriving today more than ever.
For these tenth anniversary editions I went back to the original photographs (captured at high speed off the screen of an old CRT television) with everything I’ve learned over the years about mastering analog glitch for print, and the results are crisper, more vibrant, and more true to the original vision than ever before.
In the close-ups here (these are all photographs of the print itself) you can see a couple elements I’m proud of that were always very hard to preserve in print, like the subtle glow of the skull, which displayed as increasingly tiny bits of light on the pixels of the screen dithering out to black:
Every pixel of the CRT can be seen on the print until they disappear into the black, creating a glow that is soft from a distance but rich with texture up close. I strive for the very highest fidelity of low fidelity!
The first of these new editions were on display at last year's Glitch Art is Dead show for their proper 10th anniversary in 2022, and now they’re finally available: Four analog glitch anniversary editions out today (including the Welcome Oblivion vinyl album cover piece), personally signed/numbered, limited to only 30 copies!
Next month I should be able to share photos of the first-ever premium canvas editions of this work (available for pre-order now), which give it the large format fine art presentation I have always dreamed of.
All of my limited edition prints are personally signed/numbered fine art giclée prints on archival matte paper, printed by me to personally ensure the finest museum quality on 308gsm German fine art paper at ultra high 1440dpi print resolution, and packed/shipped worldwide with care by my wife Steph from our home studio in Tacoma, WA. Every print comes with a signed certificate of authenticity and an exclusive sticker.
#glitch art#analog glitch#crt glitch#vhs glitch#rob sheridan#fine art#glitch skull#how to destroy angels#welcome oblivion#analog(one)#analog#crt#vhs
54 notes
·
View notes
Text
Time to settle this once and for all:
Which is the best Discworld novel?
We all have our opinions. We all know in our hearts which one is REALLY the best. Well now it's time to find out who among us is right, and who among us is right but with the numbers to back us up.
But! Since this is a poll with a very limited number of possible entrants, we're going to get a little bit creative with how we pare down the list from 41 to 32:
Tell me which Discworld you DON'T want to make it into the bracket.
Submission form is below. Please use it to tell me which Discworld is your LEAST favorite. The nine books with the most submissions will be removed from the bracket, and the remaining 32 will be used for the actual tournament.
Submissions will close Thursday, May 25, and the bracket will be announced some time following.
Rules:
You can submit your pick for ANY REASON. Do you think it should be Color of Magic because it doesn't fit into the spirit of Discworld as it became? Do you think it should be one (or even all) of the Tiffany Aching books because you just can't stand that kid? Do you think it should be Soul Music because you never really cared for it much and don't really like Susan, but everyone likes it and her and that kind of annoys you? Are you making your pick based on problematic elements, like a white savior or And Then The Racism Was Solved And Everyone Clapped (Interesting Times, Snuff)? Are you submitting one of the later books because you feel like the quality dropped? Are you submitting your choice because you just didn't enjoy that one that much? Are you making your choice based on what you think everyone else likes, in the hopes to potentially get it disqualified so your fave doesn't have to compete against it? Whatever your reasons, though at least try to lie convincingly about the last one, too many open sabotage submissions and I may start throwing them out.
The submissions are limited to the 41 books in the main Discworld series. Any submission for a book outside of that list will be automatically thrown out.
You can submit as many times as you like, but only submit one book per submission and one submission per book.
For the love of any god you choose, when you submit submit in PROPER TITLE FORMAT. Spell everything the way it's spelled on the cover and put the capital letters in. This will help the form keep things consistent enough to organize them for me later, which will make it a lot easier on me in counting.
Submission form:
Obligatory tagging a bunch of other polls below the cut:
@orangecharactersmackdown @orange-magicalgirl-showdown @blue-character-brawl @yellowcharactershowdown @crossovershipstournament @they-are-so-gender @ultimate-poll-tournament @bugcrimesbracket
#discworld#discworld books#discworld bracket#tournament bracket#tumblr polls#tumblr bracket#tumblr tournament
118 notes
·
View notes
Note
do you like going on hikes?
Honestly, no.
Even if it wouldn't cause post-exertional malaise, I am just not an outdoor person.
I never have been.
I love walking somewhere if I can get a cool photograph from it. But hiking just to hike has never really interested me. And while I think nature is beautiful and I love taking pictures of it, I very much dislike being in nature. No temperature control, bugs, predators, etc.
But mostly it is incompatible with my CFS, so it isn't really an option anyway.
My dislike of being in nature goes back a long way. In high school I signed up for a weekend Civil War reenactment to get extra credit in my history class. It was basically camping disguised as historical LARPing.
They tried to make it as authentic as possible. All of the food and cooking was period-accurate. Meaning we got mushy beans for dinner and mushy eggs for breakfast. We had to sleep in period-accurate tents with no sleeping bags. So that was cold and uncomfortable. And they didn't really plan a lot of activities, so there was a lot of downtime where 15-year-olds tried to relate to men in their 50s mostly trying to escape their families for a weekend. Some surprising and awkward oversharing ensued.
When we arrived they immediately made us change into ill-fitting, itchy uniforms including period-accurate shoes we had to borrow from the dudes running it all.
The thing is, I have always had big boy feet. Even at 15 years old I was wearing a size 12 wide. They didn't have any shoes wide enough to fit me, yet they insisted I not wear my tennis shoes.
"Ulysses S. Grant didn't have Reeboks, boy!"
So I squeezed my feet into a pair of non-wide 11s and walked around in them all weekend.
That was a mistake.
The big finale of the event was a simulated battle—which I was originally very much looking forward to. It was the entire reason I signed up. We would get to play with muskets and fire blanks at middle-aged Confederate cosplayers.
I mean, who doesn't love shooting fake racists with imaginary bullets?
But by the time of the battle my feet were on fire with pain.
I could barely stand.
Reenactments typically work on the honor system. If you see someone shoot in your general direction, you are supposed to pretend to get shot and fall to the ground. These guys took that rule very seriously. We even had to practice dying the day before during our musket training.
So we all lined up on either side of a giant field surrounded by the forest. We were instructed to prepare our weapons. Our commander shouted orders for us to get in formation. One of them even had a horse and a proper calvary sword. A trumpet sounded. Suddenly this glorified camping trip turned into something legit. Everything had been so halfassed up until this point and I wasn't expecting a scene with the production value of Glory to materialize.
Things got very silent and all you could hear were leaves rustling nearby. I'm pretty sure they were building suspense to impress all of us youngins.
And with an enthusiastic shout, our pretend commanders initiated the battle.
I heard the very first gunshot.
I grabbed my chest.
I dramatically screamed out in pain.
I fell to the ground.
I died.
All in all, I was a Union soldier for roughly 8 seconds.
Technically... I did not see anyone shoot me. I violated the most sacred reenactor code. But I think the honor system was more concerned with people pretending they *didn't* get shot, so I figured it would be okay.
So I just lied in a cold damp field, slipped off my shoes, and let out a huge sigh of relief as my feet expanded back to their normal size. All while a mixture of high school students and unhappily married 50-year-old men pretended to kill each other around me.
(Artist's rendering of me playing dead)
When I finally got home my feet were covered in giant blisters. My mom had to cut my socks off because it was too painful otherwise. I had to stay home from school for two days because I couldn't fit my feet in my shoes without screaming. Eventually those suckers all popped and that was very gross but also immensely satisfying.
And I happily avoided nature ever since.
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
[Recorder clicks on. Through the entire recording, there is a persistent repetitive click and hiss from an oxygen tank]
WOMAN: And you promise this will be completely confidential?
[A smooth, masculine laugh]
MAN: Rest assured, Miss–?
WOMAN: Hmm. Let's go with Cleo.
MAN: Rest assured, Miss Cleo, that we here at Convex Consulting will stop at nothing to keep your words secret.
CLEO: Right. Stop at nothing and take no further steps, I presume?
[An awkward silence.]
MAN: That usually works… Cub, why didn't that work?
CUB: I don't know, Scar. I don't know.
CLEO: It's because I'm not an idiot.
SCAR, plaintive, almost whining: But I'm doing my magic on you!
CLEO, scornful: Have you really never met another avatar before?
SCAR: What's an atvavar?
[A sigh, muffled, as though into one's hands]
CLEO: How about this? This statement stays out of the Institute's hands for at least the next six months. You can charge them as much as you like for it then, but if I find out they got it early, I hunt you both down and take your heads. Sound fair?
CUB: I dunno. The Institute pays best for the freshest stories, so–
CLEO: You take my deal or I take your heads. Which will it be, boys?
CUB: Well, I do like my head… I say we take the deal. Scar?
SCAR, softly: But my magic…
CUB: Yeah, he's fine with it. Okay, so the Institute gets all fussy if we don't format these correctly so–
CLEO: Seriously?
CUB: I mean, we are stealing their own prey and selling it back to them.
CLEO: Guess, I'd be fussy too, when you put it like that. So, how do we do this?
SCAR, halfheartedly: Really put your soul into it. Act it out. Relive all that tasty, tasty trauma. Try to make it sound all story like. Maybe use your artavar powers to make it more dramatic or something.
CUB: I got a couple of templates you can look through for the intro.
[Papers rustling]
CLEO: Okay, I got one.
CUB: So, now we– Huh. The tape's already on. That's handy. Okay. May 2nd, 2020. Statement of Alias: Cleo regarding…
CLEO: A series of encounters with a substitute teacher called Joe Hills.
CUB: Statement begins.
CLEO: So, like I mentioned, I used to work as an English teacher. Only just quit a couple months ago, actually. The whole creating unholy abominations thing is a great hobby, but it didn’t exactly pay the rent up until recently. I didn’t actually mind it all that much, honestly. The kids were great. It was the adults that were the problem. The parents, the administration, the other teachers. They were the ones who made it hard. Now, I believe in the value of strong work-life separation. If I take the head off an annoying parent and their kid can’t focus on the assigned readings because they’re having flashbacks to finding their parent’s lifeless corpse, then that’s a poor teaching job, that is. So, when Ms Anna Hawthorne – one of the really lovely teachers with a very delicate and shapely skull – checked herself into a mental ward, I can assure you two, I had nothing to do with it. I don’t get paid enough to cover her classes, for one thing.
The guy they called in to replace her was called Joe Hills. She was the art teacher, so of course the school board wasn’t going to hire an actual, proper replacement. Just someone to fill her seat until the end of the year. Now, we had staff meetings every Wednesday. I’d stored up enough sick leave that I normally just took every Wednesday off since I knew it was my last year, but I decided to show up for the meeting when Joe Hills first arrived. I can’t say for sure if I regret that. If nothing else, it makes a good story to tell. And to sell.
I got there as late as I could and sat in the back so I could slip out at the earliest opportunity. I had been a teacher at that school for seventeen years and never once had the staff meetings not been a waste of time. Everything important was sent out in an email anyway. I spotted the new guy right away. He was impossible to miss with his neon green hair and bright blue tank top. He was stood in the corner of the library where we always had our meetings. He had had these bright green cat eye frame glasses that would have put the zaniest of librarians to shame and his hair and beard were only just barely short enough to be considered presentable.
When you’ve been in... our business for as long as I have, there’s a certain kind of normal that sets your teeth on edge. A certain kind of quiet that’s too quiet where you know you’re just waiting for all hell to break loose. That’s the kind of normal I specialize in. The kind that’s so very, very perfectly normal that it makes you desperate to peek behind the curtain even though you know there will be something horrible there just so you don’t have to keep pretending nothing’s wrong.
Joe Hills wasn’t like that at all. Too weird for it, for one thing. He was just a freelance tech guy who’d happened to be free to sit in a classroom with a bunch of brats and make sure they didn’t get the school sued for more than it could afford. He didn’t slot right in like he’d always been there; he was a bit awkward until you got to know him. He didn’t have some picture perfect home life that made you feel like shit about yours by comparison; he had some trouble getting by. There was nothing about him that seemed strange or off except for perfectly mundane quirks of human nature. We chatted over coffee once or twice. Nothing romantic, just friendly things. He’s a decent conversationalist. No distortions in any reflections, no parts of him that didn’t fit right when you looked up close. Just seemed like... a perfectly ordinary person.
Phil Garamond was next. Math teacher. Twenty-seven years old. Healthy, no major vices. Dropped dead of a heart attack on the walk to work. Doctors said it was a genetic condition, but it wasn’t.
CUB: And you know this because....?
CLEO: I like to get to know my coworkers. Anyway, turned out Joe Hills just so happened to know enough about math and education that he could cover Mr Garamond’s classes until they could get a proper replacement in. He was always running around like a chicken with its head cut off with the pressure of all those responsibilities, but he managed to make it work. He wasn’t very good at saying no when people asked him for favors.
Well, by this point, I’m starting to get suspicious, naturally. Two is still a coincidence, but I’m not about to sit around for it to become a pattern. More teachers gone missing is more traumatized students and more traumatized students is worse grades and worse grades is me looking like a worse teacher because some two bit spook thought he could just prey on what doesn’t belong to him. Most anything established knows well enough to give me and mine a wide berth, but there could always be some up and coming critter who needs showing how things work around here.
So, we had coffee again. At Ren’s place. Ren....bob? I believe? The one with the coffee shop, obviously. Anyway. I asked him right out. “What are you?”
“Joe Hills,” he said to me, “Just as I always am, from Nashville Tennessee.”
And again I said to him. “No. What are you?”
And he smiled. And it wasn’t too wide and there weren’t too many teeth and it didn’t send a shiver down my spine and it wasn’t quite symmetrical so it wasn’t eerily perfect either. And he said to me. “Joe Hills, just as I always am, from Nashville, Tennessee. And I reckon you’re curious–”
“I’m not,” I said, and that seemed to surprise him. “Anna and Phil were curious people and it didn’t work out too well for them. I just need to know you won’t be trying anything with anyone else at my school.”
He blushed when I said that. Actually blushed. “Oh, I am so sorry! I had no idea that was your territory! I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I can, but I do need to find somewhere else to feed.”
“You wouldn’t happen to have any archiving qualifications would you?” I asked him.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” he told me. And now I think you two might see where I’m going with this.
SCAR: Ah yes, Indeed we do. [In a loud whisper] Cub, where is she going with this?
CUB: You know, we’re trying to avoid feeding the Eye as much as possible, not give it a tasty mystery to chew on.
CLEO [dry, sarcastic]: Which is why this statement will go deep into your vaults and never be heard by anyone else.
CUB: Point taken, point taken. But still. Tasty mystery to chew on.
CLEO: Oh, there’s nothing mysterious about Joe at all. That’s the bit that’s gonna be really nasty to the Eye. He’s Joe Hills, just as he always is, from Nashville, Tennessee. And absolutely nothing else. That’s all there is to it. It’s just when you try to examine it more closely that–
[Static loud enough to drown out every other sound, playing for nearly a minute. Then, complete silence.]
CUB [dazed]: Hoo boy. That was nasty.
CLEO [delighted]: Yeah! How long do you think they’ll be able to resist poking him? I give them a week at most. You guys can give him an in, right?
CUB: Nah, the Institute knows better than to trust us, even if they don’t Know it. We can get him a legit looking reference from Doc or somebody though. And we’ll definitely not be selling them this statement anytime soon. Pleasure doin’ business with you Cleo.
CLEO: Oh, I assure you, the pleasure is all mine.
SCAR: We should get together and play retro video games sometimes. I’m more of a Sega man myself, but– what are you looking at me like that for? Didn’t you say you had an Atari?
[Another muffled sigh. Recorder clicks off.]
#tma#the magnus archives#hermitcraft#the hermit archives#joe hills#cubfan135#goodtimeswithscar#zombiecleo#my writing#fanfic#hermitcraft fanfic#statement fic#tmau
742 notes
·
View notes
Text
THE CASE OF THE MAN WHO TWO-THIRDS WASN’T THERE • @glisteningceruleaneyes (sorry for not tagging you originally, I didn’t realise you had a tumblr account!!)
Three-and-one-third bodies have been found in an abandoned vehicle on the riverbank.
It would be a challenging case even without the bad weather, weapons smuggling, white nationalists, industrial accidents, and the concept of pedigree dog breeds—but over it all hangs one troubling question: What is it that fascinates you about Kim Kitsuragi? Is it working class camaraderie? A sinister hex of mysterious origin? Did you imprint on him in Martinaise, like an amnesiac duckling? If you don’t figure out what’s going on soon, people are going to start to notice. Especially him. And sooner or later? Everything is related to the case.
Oh boy did this one take a long time!!!! This was a lot of firsts for me (curved spine, hand painting the back/front covers and spine) and while it only further cemented for me that I REALLY need a proper press, I’m actually really happy with how this turned out. And I also now finally have a color printer so I can do color images. Yayyyyy!!!!!
Honestly, Disco Elysium fics either leave me laughing my head off or an emotional wreck, and this one managed to do both spectacularly! Even rereading it for the nth time, there’s always something I chuckle at, and the finale is SOOOOO GOOD. I LOVE when DE fic writer incorporate La Revacholiere as like, an actual entity, and this fic has it in spades, on top of actually using the game’s script style formatting. I actually tried to incorporate as much of these elements as I could do the fonts are Sina Nova Medium for the text and Dobra Black for the headers (Same as the game!) Also, did I mention that it’s a different character perspective each chapter??? So Harry’s chapters have the game icons (Continue/end) for breaks while Kim’s have the thought bubbles. The bookcloth is Olive Green from TraditionalBookBinding and the fancy endpaper is TBBPM5, a super cool orange paper (Yah know…green and orange?) PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GO READ THIS FIC!!!!
#bookbinding#ficbinding#fanbinding#complete#hydrangea-bindery#disco elysium#sunrise parabellum#harrykim#harrier du bois#kim kitsuragi#fanfiction#fanfiction binding
372 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Christine Green, formerly known as Madame Science, is trying to have it all. A loving boyfriend who is also a superhero sounds great on paper and she doesn't regret renouncing her villainous ways to be with him, buut until she becomes a full hero their romance reads like a redacted incident report. There's very little they can share until she gets the proper clearance.
That's why Christine's been working hard to apply to Hero Force. She's paid her fines and is obediently following the terms of her immunity agreement, including showing up for her community work. But when her "community work" leads her down a series of incidents that strain the confines of her confidentiality agreements, Christine finds herself between a rock and hard place.
Now with her lawyer, a group of somewhat deranged robots, and a pair of rocket-powered roller skates for backup, Christine must find the culprit behind a series of attacks that could devastate the city.
-----
This was supposed to be up today...but unfortunately some formatting issues have delayed this release! Everything should be resolved by Wednesday and I’ll make another post when it’s up for purchase.
Thanks everyone for the patience and all the wonderful asks I’ve received tonight asking after Madame Science!
Happy Halloween!
Cover art by @believingfate
202 notes
·
View notes
Text
Changing of the Guard
WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 6: Nonhuman whumpee / Reluctant Whumper / "Run!"
WoW Birthday Whump Prompts List
TW: chains, references to past abuse (magic whump), captive
-----
The cavern was dark, cold, and wet.
This was nothing new, of course, but Arcturus had found that describing every little detail of his prison was better than wallowing in self-pity, as he had for the first few decades of his imprisonment. He had figured out the composition of almost every rock in the cavern wall, tracked the formation of a stalactite, and tested the mineral content of his chains many times over.
Arcturus also knew his captor quite well. When you spend years around the same person, even if you only see them for a few minutes, you pick up things about them.
So when the footsteps echoing from the cave mouth reached his ears, Arcturus knew that a changing of the guard had taken place.
Curiosity piqued, he rose from where he had been examining the most recent patch of wall and crossed the cavern in two bounds, pausing only a couple centimeters from where the mithril chains binding him would pull taut. He could only make out one pair of footsteps. If there was more than one, they would have to be moving in exact unison to trick his senses, a difficult feat for humans to accomplish.
As the footsteps drew closer, the faintest glimmer of light began to reflect off the tiny mineral deposits in the cavern wall. A soft yellow light, nothing like the harsh green of Arcturus’ previous Keeper, a brutal man by the name of Lars. Lars was quick with his spells and would retaliate at the slightest hint of provocation.
Arcturus’ new Keeper was close. He instinctively seated himself on the cold, stone cavern floor. It was a habit forced upon him early in captivity and strictly enforced in the following decades. No doubt the new Keeper had been already trained in the proper protocols in the weeks and months leading up to when he finally took over the position.
Finally, the new Keeper came into view. By the glow of the yellow light hovering above his hand, Arcturus could see he was young for a human. Clean-shaven, or too young to grow a proper beard? Arcturus always had difficulty guessing human ages, but this was unusual. He was much younger than any of his previous Keepers.
The boy wore the same white wizard robes, but his belt was blue instead of the usual black. Or perhaps it was from the color of the light? The same worn leather shoes covered his feet, and his light-colored hair was cut short, close to the scalp. It was a striking difference from his dark brown skin, even with the colored light distorting the colors.
Behind the boy floated the usual meager collection of items for Arcturus’ meals: a tub of water, a small assortment of fruits, and the corpse of a deer. Barely enough to feed a full-grown dragon for a day. But he was used to it.
It was clear the boy was not. At the sight of Arcturus, the blood drained from his face. The food, floating by the force of his magic, wobbled.
Arcturus sighed and muttered the words to a spell he had learned as a hatchling, catching each item before it fell to the floor. Concentrating, he directed everything around the boy, who stood frozen at the mouth of the tunnel, and set it all down within easy reach.
“Do you speak, child?” Arcturus said softly, delicately grasping a melon.
The boy blinked, and the ball of light flickered before brightening. “I… um… I’ve never seen an actual dragon before.”
The melon was a bit overripe, but it was still sweet. Arcturus licked the juice from his claws before responding. “Not many people have. Do you have a name?”
“I… uh… yeah… it’s Henry.”
Arcturus looked the boy up and down a second time. “Lars didn’t train you very much for this role, did he?”
Henry swallowed nervously before shaking his head. “The Dragon Keeper is… um… he’s very sick. Nobody knows why. I don’t know why I was picked to be his replacement—!” He cut himself off and backed up a step. “I-I-I I’m not supposed to be talking to you.”
“Don’t be silly, child,” Arcturus scoffed, “all of the Keepers talked to me. They spoke with cruelty, yes, but rare was the day I was fed in silence.”
“Oh…” Henry fiddled with the long sleeves of his robes. He might have only received them that day when the ‘honor’ of being a Dragon Keeper was officially bestowed upon him. “What’s your name?”
“Arcturus.”
“How… how long have you been here?”
Arcturus cocked his head, thinking as he dragged the deer corpse closer. No mark was on its body, for it had been killed with magic. “Four human lifetimes,” he finally said before tearing into the deer.
It probably would’ve tasted better cooked. Or different. Arcturus had learned the hard way not to use his fire around the Keepers. Unfortunately, the Keepers did not leave until Arcturus had finished his meal, so no attempts at cooking were allowed. But food was food, and the deer was quickly nothing more than bones.
When he finally looked back at Henry, the young wizard had turned even paler, if that was possible for a human. A trace of changeling blood, perhaps? It would explain the hair. “What exactly have you been told that the Keepers do?”
Henry flinched, and the ball of light went out completely. Cursing, he quickly reignited it. “They… uh… they feed the dragon… and they punish it for disobeying. But you haven’t done anything.”
“Lars would’ve considered the floating spell I deployed a few minutes ago reason enough for punishment. Vera, his predecessor, would heat my chains if she thought I breathed rebelliously.”
Henry gaped at his words. “Wha…what? I’m… supposed to do that?”
Arcturus eyed the boy. How did this child, who couldn’t even fathom the punishment exacted by his predecessors, manage to get into this position? Perhaps the Order was becoming lax in its judgment. The conclusion was logical. He’d been their slave for longer than any of the current members have been alive. The most senior of them might barely remember when the valley shook from the force of the second Dragon Keeper’s preferred method of torment.
The boy’s question was met with silence as Arcturus finished his meal. It was all the answer he would need.
When Henry left, the iron tub and the bones of the deer shakily floating after him, Arcturus remained, unmoving, on the stone floor. It wasn’t the training that kept him there but rather the sense that the conversation was far from complete. Henry would be back, likely with more questions.
Arcturus would have little choice but to answer him. He had nothing better to do.
@fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds
#wow birthday whump#wow birthday whump day 6#wow birthday whump [day 6]#nonhuman whumpee#reluctant whumper#arcturus#oc whump#henry#my writing#whump#whump writing#dragon#chains#magic whump#past whump
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
❝CHOCOLATE KISSES, VALENTINE'S WISHES❞
❦summary; as the day of st. valentine approaches near, one can wonder how the students of nrc plan to celebrate
♪the characters in this story; riddle rosehearts, azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech, kalim al-asim, jamil viper, silver, gn!reader
✎word count; ~3,755
❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic relationships, bullet point format, giving of chocolates and other sweets, blushing/flustered students
☛the author's notes; nothing to note...
☪look at the catalogue?
❝RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS❞
♡ cough stunted child cough
♡ Riddle has never experienced a valentine’s in his life, I’m sure of it.
♡ We all know that Riddle wasn’t allowed anything sweet like candy and wasn’t even given the luxury of a proper birthday cake
♡ So we can probably assume that stuff like valentine’s day? Boy knows basically nothing about it
♡ Riddle’s probably gonna get a bit of whiplash when he gets cards and chocolates for the first time
♡ He’s definitely someone who gets stuff more than receiving them. That doesn’t mean he won’t get anyone anything, but it’ll be something on the smaller side
♡ When he first got a card, he thought for a second it was some type of love confession because of the pink cover and hearts across it. He questioned the person and everything, who was very confused, before leaving
♡ Had to have card giving and what happens during valentine’s basically explained to him by Trey and now that’s a prominent memory in his mind
♡ But, now that he’s more well versed, Riddle doesn’t get surprised by cards anymore and just accepts them with a light smile
♡ Now, when getting a card from you, he’s going to be grateful about it and then thank you before going on his way. Maybe if he’ll invite you for tea later on, just as a special type of thanks
♡ When the words are just something you’d see on a usual valentine’s card, Riddle will express his thanks to you.
“I’d like to thank you for the card you’ve given me. Your words mean a lot to me and the decoration on the front is quite cute. If you’d like, you can join me for tea later on.”
♡ If the card is sweeter in words and more romantic in theme, Riddle will flush red like the brightest rose and words are going to get stuck on his tongue
“H-How... ah, what’s the word? Ch-Charming? What, flustered? Of course not, it’s just— Don’t look at me like that, I’m not flustered!”
♡ I feel like he’d have a valentine’s tea party, not on unbirthday party scale, but definitely something the dorm gets excited for.
♡ And, just for this one day, he’ll allow a small lax in the rules
♡ Now, if he’s spending the day with a lover, the day will be planned down to the smallest detail
♡ He’ll meet you at your dorm at the beginning of the day and greet you with a bouquet of roses
♡ Riddle is going to be very romantic towards you throughout the day, so expect lots of loving gazes, maybe a few pecks on the cheek, and random ‘i love you’s during the day
♡ He’s not going to be completely suave and smooth with it though, he’s still going to have a small blush as he does all this. Gotta remember that he’s not the best at romance stuff, so just go along with any slip ups! (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b
♡ Definitely would ask Trey for help on making something for you, if he aims to. Doesn’t want a repeat of the oyster sauce tart from the unbirthday party
♡ The treat will be super cute too, lots of pretty decorations and fit to your tastes
♡ You two will also have a tea party to yourselves in the rose garden, sitting close to one another as you spend the last moments of the day with each other <3
❝RUGGIE BUCCHI❞
♡ Oh he relishes in valentine’s
♡ It’s probably one of Ruggie’s top holidays for many reasons
♡ Valentine’s means lots of people needed someone to be an errand runner, which means some extra cash in his pocket, and lots of goodies and sweets for him
♡ To be honest, I don’t think anybody is getting anything. Ruggie is going to get stuff and that’s it
♡ I bet that he’ll be running some service where he’ll deliver valentine’s cards and stuff
♡ And then working at the Mostro Lounge because they’re definitely running a promotion
♡ When Ruggie gets cards, he’s probably the type to look at what's inside first before actually reading the card
♡ Granted, when you give him one, he’ll still thank you, but Ruggie won’t apologize if he seems a bit greedy. Once he has what he wants he’ll read what’s inside
“Shyeheehee, I wonder what’s inside? Ooh, a gift card! Nice! Eh? Did I read what’s inside? No. Lemme do that though...”
♡ If what he reads is more romantic, he might value the card almost as much as what’s inside. Almost.
“Oooh, such sweet words huh? Makes me almost like the card more than the gift card. Maybe I’ll even give you a discount for my services, haha!”
♡ He’ll keep the card for a while afterwards and read it on any bad days he has
♡ Ruggie will probably send back all the treats to home and share with the neighborhood kids, like he does with christmas break
♡ If he gets any flowers, Ruggie probably won’t do much with it, maybe sniff it a bunch if they smell especially nice. The other stuff is going to be used as compost or something of that nature
♡ Valentine’s won’t be super different if you’re Ruggie’s partner, but it’ll be different too
♡ He’ll be busy throughout the day, so no long moments together on that day.
♡ Perhaps some chaste kisses if he manages to run into you, a brief nuzzle if the two of you are lucky
♡ I think that Ruggie would make you the exception to his ‘all get, no give’ valentine’s rule
♡ Ruggie will definitely save up to get you something good, take up a few more shifts at his jobs if the thing he wants to but for you is a bit pricier
♡ But you’re going to be gifted that item, whether it be a necklace, a nice box of chocolates, or a customized flower bouquet, you’ll be getting it
♡ Once the hectics of the day is over, you will be getting peppered with kisses and affection
♡ And once you’re both settled on the couch with a warm blanket, the two of you will be sorting through all the stuff Ruggie got like it’s Halloween trading time and then eat the spoils together <3
❝AZUL ASHENGROTTO❞
♡ *with a top hat, fancy glasses, and a cigar* BUSINESS! if you understand this reference, kisses kisses ❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)
♡ Anyway, Azul will be milking valentine’s with so many promos, coupons, so many
♡ He’d probably be running a valentine gram service, if the school isn’t running one already
♡ Azul is going to be advertising the Mostro Lounge like crazy, you’ll be seeing posters literally everywhere
♡ Man will also probably be having a special menu of themed items
♡ Okay, but BUSINESS aside, Azul won’t be doing much on valentine’s
♡ He won’t really be giving much to anyone, that’s for sure
♡ But he’d be really surprised if he gets a card and it’s not some joke from the tweels or a card from his mom
♡ I like to think that his mom would get Azul little cards for valentine’s since he was a kid, so even in NRC, she’ll still send him something
♡ Anyway, getting anything from anyone else is going to fluster the poor mer, but I think it’ll be a little boost to his self esteem
♡ Once getting a card from you, he’ll keep up appearances and still be professional. (he will give you a coupon)
“Ah, a card! How nice of you. Here, I believe I should give you something in return. Yes, it’s a coupon for the Mostro Lounge, make sure to come!”
♡ But, if your card to him is going to be very sweet and romantic, a blush is going to spread across his face and that professional exterior will crack
“E-Ehem. Yes, I’ve read your card. It’s v-very... mmm— gi-give me a moment.”
♡ Azul keeps all the cards he gets, even the joke ones Floyd and Jade get him from time to time. I just think he likes to read any cards he gets and relive the memories that are attached to each card
♡ First time he got chocolates from someone, I’m sure that Azul got a bit teary eyed
♡ He doesn’t eat all of the chocolate, he has a diet that he keeps to. But he’ll eat some as a treat for all his hard work and give the rest to Floyd and Jade, since they also deserve some treats
♡ I think Azul is someone who actually really likes chocolate covered fruits, so he’d definitely prefer gifts like that
♡ Spending valentine’s with Azul as his partner, however, will be quite different for both him and how he runs the lounge
♡ He’ll still be running the lounge promotions and all that, it’s just that he’s going to have a special spot reserved for the both of you later on in the night.
♡ Azul is going to go all out and be like a proper gentleman, getting you flowers, chocolates, and a card that expresses his adoration for you
♡ Will be complimenting you throughout the day, like a lot
♡ There might be a bit of teasing from Jade and Floyd, but I’m sure it’ll be fine
♡ And when the dinner comes around, Azul is going to do his best to be romantic, trying to feed you your food, kissing your hand, caressing your cheek, everything
♡ The best part about the dinner? You both have the lounge to yourselves <3
❝JADE LEECH❞
♡ A menace; pt. 1
♡ He doesn’t really care for valentine’s, but he does think that it’s such a fun time to people watch
♡ I believe that both Jade and Floyd are on the neutral side of valentine’s. They don’t see a great purpose in the holiday, but don’t really mind it either
♡ And if the mood tries him, he’s going to be doing a bit of pranking, a forged love letter here, a single rose on someone’s desk there. The likes of stuff like that
♡ It won’t be on the scale of Floyd’s though, but I’ll get there when it’s his turn
♡ Anyway, Jade’s going to be busy helping out Azul with the promotions at the lounge, so there isn’t much else he’ll be doing during the day
♡ Though, a little personal headcanon of mine is that Jade watches soap operas that have super over dramatic romance plots. I dunno why and there’s no real reason for it, I’ll be honest, I just like to think it does and it’s fun
♡ Moving on, if Jade gets any freetime during the day, he’ll go and watch a soap opera or two
♡ Now, when getting cards, Jade’s not going to give much of a reaction to the giver of the card, but he’s going to find it amusing
“Ah, a letter. Hmm... How nice. What do I think about it? Well, wouldn’t you like to know.”
♡ If the letter is romantic, Jade’s going to get that rare surprised face of his, eyebrows raising and eyes widening a fraction. But then that sharp grin of his will spread
“Oh my, your letter is quite romantic. Ehehe, this is quite a welcome surprise.”
♡ He’s going to be teasing you quite a bit once getting your card, whether romantic or not
♡ Now to switch to partner stuff!
♡ Jade is definitely, most likely going to give you some type of plant or mushroom as a gift with a little note
♡ Chocolates? Nah. Bouquet of flowers? Nope. Mushroom
♡ Will definitely walk around with a hand on you somewhere like your hip, holding your hand, anything like that.
♡ I think he’d also be one to take you out on a date on Valentine’s
♡ Maybe a niche little cafe, or a nice picnic in the botanical gardens
♡ Though, he’d probably do an inside date rather than a date out in public, that would fit Jade more
♡ Oh wait, maybe a beach date! That’d be very romantic! Wading in the water together or swimming if you’re in the mood
♡ Yes, beach date with Jade, final answer
♡ Definitely would still be a picnic though
♡ And as the sun sets, the two of you will be relaxing together on the picnic <3
❝FLOYD LEECH❞
♡ A Menace; pt. 2 with a capital M
♡ Also doesn’t really care for the holiday, thinks it’s just boring
♡ Like Jade, he’ll play jokes on people during the holiday, but as I said before, he’ll take it a step further
♡ Like, Floyd will be leaving purposely messily written loves letters that no one will be able to decipher and it’ll be just a whole day for a lot of people trying to figure out where those letters came from
♡ He loves to watch it all go down to shit
♡ But for most of the day, Floyd will be wandering around, not much for him to do
♡ Even though Azul is trying to get him to come for his shift at the lounge because it’ll be busy
♡ But he actually really likes getting stuff like chocolates and other stuff from people, whether willingly or just doing it out of courtesy
♡ If he receives a card, Floyd’s going to think it’s pretty funny and will read the whole thing aloud, regardless of if it’s romantic or not
♡ Just imagine his grin after reading a whole letter from you outloud, Floyd’s face is going to feel like it’s splitting open
“Hey, look at you with your cheeks all puffed out! I should call you pufferfish now! Hahaha!”
♡ Even if your letter has more romantic words, he’s still going to read it aloud, but will be more physically affectionate with you
“Aaah, your card’s so cute~ I could just squeeze you until you pop! Eh, you don’t want me doing that? No fun...”
♡ Basically, after being given a card by you, he’s going to be clinging to you like a suckerfish. So good luck with that
♡ And Floyd is going to be especially clingy with you if he’s your boyfriend
♡ Surprisingly, he’s going to get you flowers and chocolates. From where? Don’t ask, but ignore that student over there
♡ Also, be prepared to get bitten a lot throughout the day. The other characters will give you kisses during the day, Floyd will give you bites during the day
♡ A little nip on your neck here, a chomp on your arm there, you know how it goes
♡ Floyd will also be carrying you for a majority of the day, you don’t have much choice
♡ But if you really want to, Floyd will take you out on a date and if he gets a few good couple of kisses, he’ll behave
♡ Though, what I think his ideal date would be staying inside with you and watching shit movies
♡ And then he can end the day with you in his arms <3
❝KALIM AL-ASIM❞
♡ Oh
♡ Ooooh boy
♡ Valentine’s is so hectic with this boy, lemme tell ya
♡ He’s going to be organizing so much shit to do, like there’s gonna a big party, a whole bunch of shit
♡ And Kalim has a whole line of gifts and treats lined up from everyone
♡ As everyone knows, Kalim’s gonna be a huge giver, so of course all the gifts he’s gonna get for his friends are really customized to their tastes
♡ Also expensive
♡ He’s also going to be throwing a party for the dorm to celebrate the day
♡ I think that Kalim would also make cards, but only for people he feels particularly close to
♡ And they’ll be super sweet too, like you gotta take a second to look between him and the card to properly register it all
♡ Getting a card from someone is going to get Kalim really happy and energetic and he’ll want to show his thanks immediately
“Oh, a card? For me? Ah, thank you so much! That reminds me, your gift is still at Scarabia. C’mon, let’s go!”
♡ But if he gets a romantic card, Kalim’s gonna be a bit flustered, but still keeping that energy up
“Aha, I love this one! Makes me feel really nice and warm... Thank you!”
♡ I think Kalim would definitely be that type to always give a lot to his friends, but when it comes to things being genuinely given to him, he gets super giddy about it :)
♡ Also someone who would like chocolate covered fruit. Or maybe one of those people who likes spicy sweet kind of things?
♡ I would like to tell you that, when you celebrate valentine’s with Kalim as his partner... get ready for a hectic day (ノ*°▽°*)
♡ Be thankful Jamil is there to rationalize with Kalim and get him to tone down, because that boy would have a whole parade if he was allowed to
♡ But, for you, he’ll tone the theatrics down and settle with smaller things
♡ He’s still going to give you a large bouquet of flowers in your room with a letter, that’ll be the only thing that Kalim will dig his heels in about
♡ You will be pampered and given the best of the best throughout the day
♡ Kalim will usually be lovey dovey with you, but valentine’s will only amplify this
♡ He’ll be relentlessly affectionate and refuse to let up. He’s going to be holding your hand any chance he gets, kissing you, hugging you.
♡ Congrats! You have a Kalim attached to your hip for today
♡ Don’t worry though, all of it will kind of wind down towards the end of the day
♡ Kalim will take you back to Scarabia and the two of you are going to be having dinner together
♡ Then, after dinner, a flying carpet ride should be in order <3
❝JAMIL VIPER❞
♡ Tired™
♡ He’s going to be a mess
♡ Realistically, Jamil is going to have to be dealing with Kalim today, so there won’t be a lot of time for himself on that day
♡ But, he deserves a break, so for this section, Jamil isn’t being overworked by Kalim on valentine’s! :D Aren’t I nice?
♡ Jamil will still be a bit tired on valentine’s
♡ There’s probably going to be a lot of cards and letters that are being sent to Kalim, so Jamil will be sorting through all that, as well as making sure that nothing Kalim receives is poisoned
♡ Because of all this, Jamil doesn’t have much time to truly enjoy the holiday
♡ I do think that he has some memories from when he was younger of getting cards at school and stuff, so I think Jamil likes looking back on those memories
♡ Jamil will just treat valentine’s as a normal type of day, he’s not going to be doing anything special
♡ Though, if he gets a card, he’s going to be a bit surprised, but I think more like a pleasant surprise for him
♡ Like, if it’s nice enough, Jamil will keep it for sure. Even if you get him one, I’m sure that he’ll mistake it for something for Kalim
“A card? You know that Kalim’s right th— for me? Oh, thank you, I guess.”
♡ Now, when getting a card that’s more romantic, Jamil will definitely try to pin it off as some mistake, even if his name is right there. But one can’t ignore the way his eyes refuse to look into your eyes (๑˘︶˘๑)
“Okay, now I know there must be some kind of mistake. You must have meant this for Kalim. No? Don’t lie— Don’t tell me to look in your eyes, I-I am..”
♡ Jamil isn’t used to being given much, so I don’t think he’d know how to respond other than trying to pin it off as a mistake or some ploy
♡ And yet he’ll still be feeling warm inside when he looks at the card
♡ Honestly, with Jamil as your partner, valentine’s spent with him won’t be that much different
♡ But he will be finding opportunities to rest with you at any chance he gets before having to leave
♡ I think that Jamil would make you something, like your favorite snack or a dish of his that he knows you like
♡ Just giving you something that he’s made with his own hands would make him feel happy
♡ You’ll probably giving to him more than him on valentine’s, though I think he does deserve it
♡ At the end of the day, Jamil’s just about ready to crash, but I think he’d love to crash into your arms haha see what i did there (´･ᴗ･ ` )
♡ The thing that Jamil would love to fall asleep to is you running your hands through his hair as he falls asleep <3
❝SILVER❞
♡ Hmm...
♡ I think, that for Silver, valentine’s doesn’t mean that much to him
♡ Lilia definitely would have tried to get Silver into it, as it’s a holiday that humans came up with, but he just won’t get into it
♡ Silver will get the gist of the holiday, but that’s it
♡ Regardless of this, Silver will do his best to participate in any valentine’s activities that may be offered, to sort of get into the spirit of the holiday
♡ Though Lilia is still going to be trying to get Silver to participate, even after all these years
♡ Definitely someone that’s a giver and will be making cards for people
♡ He won’t put a bunch of effort into stuff, maybe go to get some heart shaped lollipops and put a pretty ribbon around it
♡ But other than that, Silver’s day won’t be that different
♡ If Silver gets a card, I think that, first off, he’s going to be disoriented or just kind of staring at you
♡ Disoriented if you woke him up, but staring at you if you somehow managed to catch him while he was awake.
“Wh- huh? A card? Oh, thank you. Read it? G-Give me a second, let me get my bearings.”
♡ If and or when Silver reads the card and it’s a flowery, sweet type of card, I’m sure he’ll get pretty flustered
“Mmm... I like your card, it’s nice...”
♡ Either way, Silver’s still going to be a bit spacey, so give him some time, alright?
♡ Spending valentine’s with Silver as his partner will be a bit different, but not all that different
♡ Most of the activities done by the two of you will be pushed by Lilia
♡ Of course, Silver won’t be fully listening to his father’s advice, but he’ll keep some smaller bits in mind
♡ Like, he’s still going to get you some flowers, but a smaller bouquet and flowers he personally picked himself!
♡ His animal friends helped him find some good ones, so make sure to pet a squirrel or two
♡ And there’s going to be a date prepared as well and Silver’s going to be trying his damn hardest to stay awake
♡ But, at the end of the day, Silver is going to have you in his arms, napping with one another <3
#✎haunted books✎#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#my writing#twisted wonderland writing#twst writing#riddle rosehearts#ruggie bucchi#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#kalim al asim#jamil viper#twst riddle#twst ruggie#twst azul#twst jade#twst floyd#twst kalim#twst jamil#twst silver#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader
51 notes
·
View notes
Text
@saraminia 😭 I wanted to delete my draft cause the formatting was all weird and it deleted the whole ask.
But I did write my answers in my notes so not all is lost.
Top five Noah songs?
Tiff Song
Mostly To Yourself
Runaway
Underwater/American Roads
Statue’s in the Stone/Everything’s Fine
Ok, more than five, but those first three till always be my favourites and I flip flop with my favourites on his other two albums.
Top five songs you want Noah to cover?
Midnight Radio - Hedwig and The Angry Inch
youtube
That's a boot from when Darren Criss did it on Broadway. Neil Patrick Harris did the Broadway recording when it was revived but from all the guys who did it during the run I think his was one of the poorer Hedwigs so I'm not linking it. Hedwig is also one of my Noah wishlist roles to see him in.
Empty Chairs At Empty Tables - Les Miserables
I just want to hear his version of a show tune and this one is my favourite Les Mis song.
There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths
Never Tear Us Apart - INXS
I think these two songs suit is voice and style, and he would put a beautiful olreid spin on them.
And finally, I need a full proper recording of Go Your Own Way like he did on that insta live.
Which song would you dedicate to Noah?
This one was so hard? The first song that came to mind was Blue Jeans - Lana Del Ray cause y'know all his jeans,…and after looking at the lyrics…I guess it could work?
Would you rather that Noah never performed live again, but made new music (with all the normal instruments) or that he never recorded new music again but toured playing live but without a band and playing only accordion?
God this was conflicting (accordion!noah 😍) but I’m going to have to go with the first one, simply because getting new music and enjoying it, knowing that he’ll never tour anywhere is a lot easier to deal with than knowing he’s out there somewhere touring and only having the very, very slim chance that I might be able to see him. This way we can all enjoy new music without tourjealousy, which is a very real thing I’m experiencing 😭 seeing everyone’s insta posts.
When meeting Noah for the first time, would you rather that you asked for a hug and he politely refused or that you introduced yourself to Noah and then neither of you said anything for like seven seconds while you just opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water and then you blurted out "it's so nice to see you"? (If I hadn't already given you a detailed report on my encounter with Noah, I'd make you guess which one of these happened to me lmao)
🤣🤣 You ask this like the latter didn’t happen to me as well, except I literally said to him ‘Um, my mind is blanking, this is so overwhelming, so I’m just going to ask if I can I get a photo?’ 🤦🏻♀️ Like an idiotic fool.
The deep regret when I think of all the things I should’ve/could’ve talked to him about/asked him after I left will haunt me for the rest of my life. 😭😭😭 I can’t think about it too much otherwise I’ll just cry.
🖤🖤
8 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
stoicsilver-blog
it's cosmic [ autoplay ]
josieslittlewonderland
Josie´s little Wonderland
goretoberisallyearlong
For Doodles 'n' Stuff
