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The Loveliest Lotus
Very Metalocalypse focused. ♡
TheLoveliestLotus on AO3. You can call me Lotus, or the Loveliest Lotus if you're not into the whole brevity thing. Current WIPs on AO3 include original character WIPs for Metalocalypse and Phantasm, and a Reader x Lizard WIP for Hills Have Eyes. She/Her. Legal adult (over 18).
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Hiya! I made another one, I got into that Knubbler obsession phase,,,,so excuse me!
Ref&ori: passing through(can't the future just wait) Kaden MacKay, molotov
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Some Changes Made to "The Wicker Man" MTL Fanfiction
Hey y'all. I started writing this fanfiction in 2021, and stopped for a while. AOTD got me back into writing it, and some changes needed to be made to the plot. Lucy went through some changes as well, and a LOT was developed in that time.
I just spent a lot of time editing the entirety of what I have on AO3, including newer chapters that were posted in 2023. It has been a labor of love but it has taken a hefty chunk of time to do. I have a solid outline now, as well as Chapter 20 just about ready to go.
If you want to either reread it or want to start reading Lucy's story, now is the perfect time! And I have it linked right here.
If you don't feel like doing a reread and just want a summary of the changes so you can jump in when I post the new chapter, click below the cut. <3
General grammar, flow, wording, etc.
Lucy's entering the story between Episode 4 and 5 of Season 2 rather than during Season 3. She needed more time to develop, and some of the shenanigans I have in store are going to require more time. She and Pickles are 29 at the time the story starts (my canon for their ages for this story.)
The metaphysical side of things is alluded to more in preparation for a lot more of it coming up in future chapters.
Lucy's abusive relationship only lasted 5 years and she killed him on their 5 year anniversary from when they started dating. 15 years seemed too long for her, and with new family members I have added, they would have killed him too.
Larry's last name has been changed to Slaughter.
Pickles and Lucy have more romantic tension building between them in cute little ways.
More tension being built in general between Lucy and the other characters she's eventually going to end up with in some way, shape, or form.
Cut out a superfluous sex scene between Dick and Lucy that I wasn't happy with from the get go anyway.
In general, Lucy has more nuance and comes off as less timid. It was something that I hadn't felt was "her" to begin with, and I've made her feel more true to her original vision that I had of her.
Her C-PTSD diagnosis is a lot more minor and more of a background thing, which again, is more true to the story that I want for her.
More allusions to past lives.
Lucy has seen the ocean before on family vacations, but it's been a long time.
The two Tribunal scenes got combined into one and adjusted
Adjustments to Nathan's prophetic dream thoughts.
Blues Devil is gonna have... Hoooooo boy is he gonna have a bigger role. So the MPJ cameo was adjusted and expanded to include him.
There are allusions to Blues Devil thrown in earlier as well.
Slight adjustment to Lucy's trial, an ominous interaction with the opposing lawyer added at the end.
Obviously Charles hasn't been made aware of the Prophecy yet, so that scene shifts to exclude him and just be Ischnifus
Probably other changes, but I also made this list as a draft as I did edits.
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Can you still call it a one night stand if they actually already had one years ago?
From the prompt list, whomever you want ♡
Hmmm anyone? Okay how about I throw out a mini headcanon that I may or may not have come up with just now
Lavona stared at her reflection. Her plan was perfect and it was ruined by that buffoon of a bassist. All she needed was one night. It wouldn't be as idyllic as the first one, but it would be more purposeful.
A damaged Polaroid was taped in the top corner of her vanity. One that had seen better days, but there was no way to replicate it. When she still lived in Berlin in the early 2000s, a little band known as Dethklok was performing there. With a little luck and alot of cleavage, she and her friends made it backstage. The boys just assumed they were their regular scheduled groupies to fuck. Lavona was selected by Nathan and had the best night of her life. Commemorated by a passing amateur photographer in the group. His naked top half broad across the couch where Lavona laid her head. Afterglow radiated off the both of them.
"You vill be mine," present day Lavona grumbled. Her hand reached up to touch a corner of the photograph, "I need you to be mine." One more night. One more fleeting night and then he could disappear into memory.
Prompt #7 from here
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Frozen is heaven and frozen is hell and I am dying in this living human shell
I AM A DYING GOD COMING INTO HUMAN FLESH
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Chapter 9: Feed the Animal (Tess's Version), Part 3
Word Count: 1517
Episode Alignment: 1.6
Recommended Soundtrack: "Hysteria," Muse
Summary: It's time to call it a night and a "to be continued."
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“Coffee, madam?” asked the hood as he presented a creamy, caramel-smelling treat with chestnuts.
“Thank you, no, I hate coffee,” said Tess. “A brandy Alexander, please.” She took up her spoon and let the inevitable question come on its own.
“Let’s circle back to the gala.”
“What an event. Pity I had to leave. What did I miss?” Charles’s searching look was right where she expected it to be. Of course, she read the headlines and the body count. “We all do things to make an impression sometimes. Purcell was literally on the menu, and he’s one of my top donors. I took the hit.”
“Hmm.”
“Don’t give it another thought. It was flattering. Foolish, but flattering.” She laughed. “It was a terrible drink.”
“Terrible effects.”
“I couldn’t finish yours without a fatal heart condition. The thought counts, though.”
“Give it to charity, did you?”
“Sparing you was the real charitable act.”
“Oh? What did you spare me?”
Tess let the thought of the stairs speak for itself. “Listen, it already wasn’t my best execution, I’ll admit, but I got my point across. Mostly. I must not have scared you off, either.” She gestured between them. Here we are.
“How would you have preferred it?”
Tess settled back in her chair. “Purely speculative, of course?”
“Right.”
“What can I change?”
“Let’s presume all existing conditions.”
She looked out at the sea for a long time. She wanted to be perfectly steady, perfectly clear. Charities paid her a fortune to articulate what could be.
“This is an excellent question. First would be shaking that sense of neurochemical dread.”
“That’s a good way of describing it.”
“I’d need a full walk around the exhibits after dinner, maybe two, get the blood moving, take the animal for a walk. That would mean delaying the plane, but in hindsight that seems like a good idea. If you were to join me for the walk, I would enjoy the company.”
“I wouldn’t mind more art history lessons,” he finally said, “when I thought you were an expert, that is.”
Tess smiled. “I can make up some very credible-sounding blather for what I don’t know.”
“What else would we talk about?”
“That’s also an excellent question. I can better tell you what we don’t talk about.” She took the opportunity to pause. He did not interrupt her. “It would be easier for me to explain, by degrees, that I have an initial interest in you but am in no rush. Perhaps I didn’t make a lasting enough impression—” his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, “--this is speculative, remember?”
“I didn’t say a word.”
“Eventually I’d have to leave. Maybe we would have booked this meeting before I left. I don’t imagine we would have, though. It’s possible that we wouldn’t have and we never sat across from each other.” Now she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “This supposes that we could actually shake off that drink, which seems bold of me.”
“It was, yes. It was strong.”
“Then there is a scenario where I just,” she grazed her lower lip with her thumb, “give in to it.”
He was paying attention. “All right, I suppose that makes sense.”
“In that case, we don’t walk down the stairs.”
“We don’t?”
“No, we don’t.” She gestured at the desolate space around them. “If I’m delaying my flight in one alternative, I’m delaying it in the other. It’s the only way the conditions change.”
“Fair point.” Charles steadied himself so well. His eyes gave nothing away. Only his words, coming closer and closer behind hers, betrayed interest. It almost sounded like please.
She eased into his interest. Her thumb continued to trace her bottom lip. “The foggy halls would have been best. Even if it was crowded, we may not have noticed.” My best friend had already fucked in those dark alcoves.
“And then?”
“And then—” Any playfulness faded. She rested her hands on the table, lifted her eyes to square her full focus on him. “Then I would not be able to resist kissing you. Slowly at first, just enough to see if you are with me. Maybe I kiss you on just the corner of the mouth, not too much, to see how you react. Or take your hand and steady it on my hip first. Maybe I hold your hand for a moment, kiss your palm, and let it rest on my waist. Do you excuse yourself, and that’s that? Does it draw you closer instead, do kiss me first?”
He swallowed and said nothing.
She went on. “Maybe instead of a kiss you trace the entire length of my back, and we just stay there until the electricity of it makes me weak. Perhaps cool heads don’t prevail, and I don’t get on my plane at all. Who knows what happens next, but I bet I regret what happens after that.”
Charles cleared this throat. “That’s a shame,” he said.
“It is. I’m sure it was white hot, but it wasn’t thought through at all. There’s no due diligence, no consideration outside the moment, and very little chance for it to be more than a passing thing.” The waves thrashed outside. “We might think about the storm between us on calm days and long nights, but the potential gets lost. All gone in one reckless move.”
Charles’s pause seemed to be from a loss for words.
She leaned back ever so slightly and gestured at the table between them. “I’ll take an imperfect appeal in exchange for this evening. Where cool heads prevail.” She clinked glasses with him. “For now.”
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“May I have my half of the check, please?”
The hooded man stared at Charles.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Charles.
“Oh, I’m not worried,” said Tess, “but you accommodated for me and I’m grateful.”
“Jean-Pierre is on our staff, so it’s all indirectly taken care of.”
She thought. “Then let me cover half of the venue cost.”
“How about,” he said slowly, “you finance half of the next discovery meeting.”
“All of it.”
“You don’t even know what it will be.”
“Neither do you,” she said, folding her arms with a smirk, “and if you keep pushing, I’ll tack on some superfluous doings. Be sure of it.”
“Okay, okay, you win,” he said, “I’d like to request a condition, though.”
“Bold of you to set conditions so soon.”
“Is it all right if I call you Theodora?”
“Hmm.” She stayed with her arms folded tight. “I don’t know; it sounds an awful lot like work.”
“It’s nothing like that,” said Charles, placing his palm flat on the table. “If Tess is more comfortable for you then that’s fine. It will be all right. I just like how Theodora sounds.”
“We can try it.”
“All right.”
“I reserve the right to change my mind.”
“Of course.”
“Call me Tess one more time,” she said. “Indulge me, if you please.”
“Tess.”
She fought the urge to close her eyes as a delicious shiver traveled her spine and arms. “If you can say my legal name with the same effect then you have a deal.”
“Well, all right. I’ll work on that.”
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They did not shake hands that night. Charles ascended to the helipad to return as he came. Tess’s exit heralded the flood back into the building, creating a chaos of furious diners and gridlocked cars. It was moments to midnight, and Tess felt the sun rising on her internal clock. In my head it’s already tomorrow.
“Good meeting, madam?” asked Lloyd, setting a bookmark and tucking the book in his bag.
“Thank you, yes,” she said while loosening her tie. “Productive, I think.” Her eyes closed and her body relaxed into the leather seats, but her awareness was still sharp. The animal needs feeding. “Lloyd,“ she said once they broke through the traffic, “I’m going to make a racket until further notice.”
“Enjoy, madam.” He shut the partition.
With a click and a turn “Hysteria” threatened to crack the windows. She imagined the manic base line as gathering electricity in the air, the guitar as hastening gale, the drum as the first cracks of thunder arcing between dread clouds. Her body moved with the tempo of the imagined storm. Soon her jacket lay with her tie, her shirtsleeves were rolled to the elbow, and several buttons lay open down her chest.
“And it’s holding me, morphing me, and forcing me to strive,” she cooed in her rich alto voice. A sudden laugh cracked and halted her singing. It came from her core, from deeper than she could imagine in herself. Her body thrilled at the movement. The lingering anticipation gathered in her lungs, crystallized in her blood, urging her to howl with abandon, to reach out and claim release. “I want it now,” she sang gleefully, “I want it now…”
She sang until it no longer mattered what she had for dinner, or why she felt so giddy to begin with. The animal and the rational mind cozied together within her, both desperately needed sleep.
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I know I've been super absent from Tumblr and I wanna get better about sharing my process for The Wicker Man here.
My edits are almost done, and I am *hoping* to have the next chapter posted by May 1st. Editing a 100k+ so far fanfic has been a process, especially when a good chunk of it was my writing from 2021. (So many questionable grammar choices.)
But yeah, I am super awkward and don't know what to post half the time, and a lot of my drawings and sketches for Lucy of late are ~adult~ so I haven't had much to share.
Miss y'all and gonna try to be here more.
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Doodles of my MTL ocs! They're part of a band called Istria (band shared with @sneakydevilship !), and are the second most popular metal band in the world. Dethklok's popularity far exceeds them, though.
Puppy is the bassist. She hails from Peru, but grew up in Mexico with her adoptive, older sister Gael. She is more withdrawn than her bandmates, but has a remarkable presence in the dynamics of the band.
Gael Oyente is the drummer. She's deaf, but rhythm and music is everything to her. Cool and collected, Gael is often given task to keep an eye on her bandmates. Alongside her sister, Puppy, she keeps the band grounded.
Cathal Issaseel is the rhythm guitarist. From the highlands of Scotland, he is one of the "founding members" of Istria. He is charismatic and lively, and with the wits to match!
Istria's vocalist and lead guitarist are my friend's, and I hadn't drawn them here.
Some initial concepts from when I was first making them last year under the cut.. very old. & additional notes!
Puppy has tattoos on both her arms. They are pre-columbian based tattoos, relating to her ancestry. She has two piercing on her bottom lip and several on both her ears.
Gael has angel wing back tattoos. She has a piecing on her bottom lip and several on her ears.
Cathal has a tongue piercing, eyebrow piercing and several on both ears.
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I felt the need to redraw Pickles with the Secret of Kells movie style (aka Irish cartoon style as far as I know it).
I drew over the scenes (I'm sorry not sorry, time is precious to a uni student and this was only out of fun), and added some minor changes so he looks more like this Irish lad. Went with the bathrobes since the character had a robe on too.
(I love how the og character of Secret of Kells had ear piercings, and nearly everyone in it too. It's now part of his culture💙)
(In the first pic, he's making- khm...well he uses herbs. In the original it's just for ink, but we all know what's Pickles doing.)
Also:
Brendon Small in 2006 bringing mtl's script to the table, colorized
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Claudio and Andejo Saint, the brothers of Nicholas Saint and bandmembers of Totul Dizastor.
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A white kangaroo. Nothing special apart from that this was taken in Finland.
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Hammer Time
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