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The Sleepy Kitten Cafe 🐱💤
(The Drakes Spoiled Brat. (im sorry dad))
Ill solidify an actual layout design later (since this will become a major setting for most of the fic) BUT for now you get a shitty collage design
Edit- Fuck it I was gonna wait till post chapter 7 but I decided to publish now so here you go!
Info (may or may not become relevent in the fic, I just think is neat also for my own reference)
Located on The Narrows of Gotham city
All utensils and containers are thrifted so none of them match
Upstairs lounge is a mini library/book store
They sell baked goods and have a shitty service window where you can order diner style food/snacks
Regular game nights/other events (including jazz night which Tim vehelementaly refuses to attend)
Not uncommon for random strays to come hang out (no one tell their manager)
Have a photo wall of regular customers (it took several weeks of begging before Tim allowed Gwen to snap his pic and pin it up)
They have a whole buisness card holder on the counter people can advertise their shit
Owned by a former hippie from Washington and her husband from Sikkim
Almost gets robbed once a week but hey its Gotham, what can you do? (emphasis on almost)
Employees (named thus far, who I will also probably draw later)-
Gwen Parkins she/her- Main Barista
Alans (Tims) BFF, utter sweetheart, but will cry if yelled at. Also plans like 80% of the work events. Wears clips in her hair that are "on theme" for whatever event is for the day (cat ones for work obvi) Never checks her bank account so doesnt notice Tim slipping in an extra 500-3k every month (tax free of course) and she ends up saving or donating half of it anyways. From the Narrows.
Zeek (Ezikel) Zoref he/they- Cook/Security
Very open stoner, likes bullying his friends (kinda an asshole, but will apologize if too far), also loves Gotham for the fact he can and will fist fight customers given the oppertunity, and there are PLENTY of oppertunies. Carries around a bat. Almost became a Joker Goon out of nessesity but by sheer happenstance he tried robbing Alan who somehow got him an interview at the Cafe, even with zero experience. (Owes his life, but will never admit it) Allergic to mint and mourns mint gum everyday. From Crime Alley.
Obsidian Fowler they/them- Manager/Barista
The reason shit gets done, newly recognized artist, meticiously does inventory because they find it fun. Gets stressed about hygine when his coworkers keep sneaking random strays in the cafe, but weak to begging. Did not give in when they brought in a Raccoon. Keeps offering Alan a job because "Please I cannot be the only competent member here" From Old Gotham.
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I’ve watching the episode where Reid kisses the actress. Could you write a fic where the reader is in the BAU and is best friends with Reid but has a secret crush on Reid which is obvious to everyone on the team but Reid and she is so jealous of the actress and the teams teases her about it?
A/N: Hello! Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy it~♡
Warnings: none, hints of bi-reader, but like...come on.
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Your “too obvious, plain as day, nearly embarrassing” schoolgirl crush on Spencer Reid was taking too long to fizzle out naturally.
When you'd met the man, and your heart fluttered, you knew you'd have to go through the motions: you'd hope, grow fonder of the man, dream about him, then cringe, get ick, and ultimately you'd achieve the ultimate crush death.
You were stuck somewhere between hope and dream, still, and had taken a wrong turn somewhere leading to nearly Hozier-levels of desperate longing.
5 months assisting the BAU as a press liaison, working as JJ's assistant on more public facing cases had landed you here.
And what better case for you to spread your wings on than one in Los Angeles itself, starring the famous Lila Archer.
When Gideon and Reid had called the case in, you'd been eager not to seem too eager. You'd never been out of Quantico on a case before, usually shacking up in an office to shout down phone lines as reporters on the press room floor telling them they were scum of the earth for sensationalizing murder. JJ had obviously taught you to have a more nuanced conversation that that, but your inner thoughts were still allowed.
But LA was a different kettle of fish, and Hotch appreciated that. It didn't quite help that you visibly perked up when you heard Reid himself had a hand in calling it into the team. A high-school classmate and a jet ride later, you were excited and ready to greet Spencer Reid. And Lila Archer.
She was so pretty it was intimidating to even breathe the same air as her, a magnetism that drew everyone in the room closer to her just as Spencer drew you towards him.
You tried not to see the obvious attraction the two had to each other, but the bile rose in your throat every time you thought about the case. The sour twinge of jealousy became a constant on the case, as your efforts to save Lila from her stalker also pushed her closer and closer to Spencer.
And that wasn't even accounting for the fact that you'd suddenly become tongue-tied around them.
Spencer had asked you multiple times how you were enjoying your first time out in the field, and the most you could muster was a nod and a stammered “it's been good, I guess.”
With Lila, it was worse. You couldn't even tell her your name, and had overheard her politely asking Reid for it a few times every time you'd dropped coffee off in their vicinity.
Your school girl crush was hitting the first heartbreak road bump at full speed, and dear god, you were not ready for the car crash.
You tried to psych yourself out of it, to clear your mind and remain professional, but one tabloid cover after wrapping the case ended that for you completely.
“Whooo, Spencer, my man! I knew you were a pretty boy, I didn't know you had game like that!”
The tabloid had been dropped on his desk by Derek loudly and had quickly drawn a crowd when they'd seen the resulting red flush from the man of the hour.
He'd snatched up the gossip rag pretty quickly, but not before you'd gotten a glimpse of the cover. You recognised Lila’s pool, then Lila herself, then the man she was passionately making out with as you felt your heart crack in two.
You'd stuck like a fly on the wall and quietly joined in the teasing as you swallowed all of your ugly emotions at once.
“And in the pool, too, Spencer, that's crazy. Look at Y/N. She can't believe it herself!” You forced a small giggle past your lips and hoped the others couldn't tell how fake it was. You stuck out a few more minutes of conversation before nearly running back to JJ's, thankfully empty office.
The tears were silent.
You berated yourself for even letting them fall. An unrequited love wasn't the end of the world - especially considering you had to work with Reid, see him every day.
It took you months to get over it. Not that you ever fully managed it.
You simply told yourself that you'd never felt that way in the first place, gaslighting yourself into believing there was no feelings and thus no heartbreak.
After a month of haunting the office with your general gloom, you got into the flow of it and truly convinced yourself you were over it.
And you were until everyone started talking about it all over again.
“Spencer, I heard your lady friend is going to be in a real blockbuster soon. Congrats!” Morgan clapped the man on the shoulder as he walked past, discarding his coat at his desk as he arrived for work.
You gripped your coffee mug slightly tighter as you wished the conversation would blow over.
“Reid has a lady friend? Oh, please do not spare the details,” Emily jumped in, eager to integrate herself into the team now that she was in it.
“You know that actress, Lila Archer? We babysat her on a case a couple of months back, and she took quite the liking to our little genius-”
“Morgan, stop-” Reid groaned, flushing yet again at the mention of the whole scenario.
“Okay, I'll back off,” the older man said quickly. “If you can tell me honestly, you don't still have that tabloid cover in the second draw of your desk.”
You tried to stand and walk away from the conversation without drawing any attention to yourself, but the tension in your body left you stiff and less than graceful. You tripped on the corner of your desk on your way out but didn't pause to even listen to the others' call after you in your haste to clear the venom burning in your throat.
You were fine and happy to ignore your emotions, but you realized then that kind of tactics would only work if everybody else managed to avoid them, too.
You calmed your pace to a wall and took a series of deep breaths, trying to rationalize your departure to yourself.
“I'm busy. There's some files I need to pull anyway, so I'm just going to file storage. That's why I left my desk. That's all, I'm fine.”
Your small pep talk didn't rewrite history, though, and you still felt a cloud of envy following you around.
He kept her picture. In his drawer.
Truth be told, you weren't expecting it to hurt this bad.
You heard footsteps come up behind you, so you quickly ducked into the empty elevator, not quite ready to face anyone yet. A hand caught it just as you were about to be left alone, though, and Spencer joined you in the elevator.
You weren't exactly shocked to see him. He'd been just as uncomfortable with the topic of conversation as you had, if not more so. You just wished you hadn't been in the same place now.
“Sorry, I need some files.”
Great, you were going to the same place as well. You just nodded slightly and gave him a tight-lipped smile as you travelled down to the place you'd both chosen as an escape.
“Back there, you left…” Spencer started, fidgeting awkwardly next to you in the elevator.
“You left pretty abruptly.”
“I remembered I needed some files.’
“Right, right…”
The silence that stretched between you was thick and suffocating, and you begged the elevator to move faster.
“I don't, by the way.” He spoke up again, awkwardly clearing his throat before continuing. “I don't still have that tabloid. There is a picture in that drawer, but it's not…that one.”
“A different picture of Lila, then?’ You tried to keep your tone light, but even while trying your hardest, you couldn't keep the bitterness out of your tone.
The elevator reached its destination, but you both held back for a few seconds, and neither of you was quite sure what to say anymore.
“She kissed me, you know.” Spencer said, facing you now, pinning you in place with his attention.
“Yes, Spencer. Well aware, I saw the photo, too.”
“No.. no, I mean, she kissed me.”
“Loud…loud and clear,” you said, raking a hand through your hair as you tried to drown out all of the noise.
“Y/N, I don't think you're hearing me.”
“Oh, and I should be paying attention to you recounting the time an actress decided you were worthy of your time and tried to mount you in a swimming pool? I need to hear about how her tongue felt being pushed down your throat?”
The words jumped out of you, and you had no way to stop them once they started. Instead, you simply shoulder checked your way out of the still elevator and marched your way to the file room.
“Y/N, I'm sorry, please just hear me out,” you heard Spencer calling out to you, but you didn't stop or turn around.
“Y/N, I'm trying to explain, please just-” You heard him groan in frustration as you kept up your pace and felt slightly satisfied that he was having such a hard time. A solid hand on your wrist pulling you back wiped any smile you had on your face clean off, especially as you were pulled into a somewhat solid chest and a hand tipped your head up to meet his own.
To say you hadn't imagined the moment that Spencer Reid kissed you for the first time would be a lie. You thought it would be sweet and small, an awkward peck if nothing else that led to giggles and more innocent chaste kisses and possibly an illusive hug.
Instead, you were pushed back against the nearest wall, pinned up by your wrists, and robbed of all of your breath as Spencer kissed you until you were seconds from passing out.
Even after you both came up from air, he released your wrists so he could angle your head back up to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss the second time around.
Stunned was not the word.
And though you were completely taken unaware by the kiss, that didn't mean you weren't eagerly reciprocating.
You kept your wits about you as his tongue parted your lips, leaning into him as you savored the moment.
It didn't stop the confusion after you finally broke apart, though.
“What…the…fuck, Spencer?” You said between gasps, chest heaving. He let your wrists go awkwardly, hands trailing down to your waist as you rested yours on his shoulders.
“You weren't…listening. Needed a different strategy.”
“Well, I'm all ears now.”
He nodded and then took another moment to catch his breath before relinquishing you from his hold and putting a bit of space between you.
“I didn't kiss Lila Archer. I didn't particularly want..to?” He cleared his throat and continued.
“She kinda just grabbed me? And did it? There was a pool too, so I was trying not to choke on water and chlorine and hair everywhere. Like, she just grabbed me-”
“Like you just did?”
“Like I just… did, yeah, like that.”
You weren't sure what to do or say anymore. So you just nodded and stood there, and so did he.
“That's not to say that I didn't enjoy this kiss. It wasn't just to illustrate the point. It kind of was, in the sense that it helped you understand what happened before, and that I hope it will help you realize the point of this conversation-”
“Which is?”
“I like you.” He said, finally pausing his rambling to look you in the eyes.
“I like you, and I didn't want you to misunderstand.”
“Oh. Oh right.”
You both stood there looking at each other and looking away in a loop, neither talking or breaking the silence until you both tried to.
“What about y-”
“Kiss me again.”
Reid blinked at you a few more times, trying to work through your words.
“Kiss me again” you repeated, stepping away from the wall and closer to Reid as he still just stared at you.
“We're still working, what if someone walks past?”
“Didn't stop you the first time.”
“But-”
You cut him off quickly, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to your level, locking lips with him again.
When you again came up for breath, possibly much longer after the time a second kiss should last, both of you just laughed again.
“I was jealous.” You said, looking up at him, ready to bare yourself to him now that he'd given a confession of his own. “Of Lila. Of you for being adored like that by someone so cool. But mostly of Lila.”
“Because?”
“Because I like you, too,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.
“Nice. Cool, that's great. I like that you like me, too. I like you, hey, I like us,” you cut off his rambling quickly with another small kiss and pulled away.
“So the picture?" You asked, backing away down the hall as he stood and watched you.
"Hmm?"
"The one in your desk."
"Oh," he said, scratching the back of his neck as the tips of his ears turned bright pink.
"Penelope gave me this picture from the Christmas party. It's, uh, me and you."
You smiled brightly before turning to leave, the bile of jealousy that had been consuming you turned magically to butterflies in the space of two kisses.
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Ms. Good Grip
Inspired by this song
If you know you know. If you don't know how you know. Wanted to drop a fic with a more Caribbean inspo.
C.W : smut, Caribbean dialect, overstimulation, Caribbean black reader. Dom ony. Y/N be actin out
Your fav cousin wedding reception was in full swing. Drinks pouring, shots passing, weed smoke in the air all elders already left. You knew your boyfriend Ony wasn't used to Caribbean style parties. The pacing was completely from the usual parties he's used to. He was faded and tipsy, hands gripping your hips catching every whine you threw his way. You were completely bent over, if it wasn`t for your updo your hair would be touching the floor with how far you were bent over. You both took a break from dancing to get some drinks and more food before everyone's greedy ass ate it all up.
The song changed to Alkaline's on Fleek. As soon as you heard,
Whooo gyal yo pum, pum
Gyal, yuh pum pum,
Gyal, yuh pum pum on fleek.
You joined your other wild ass cousins in the dance circle and began whining. You made sure to position yourself right in front of Ony. You were secretly putting on all this show for him. All the weed and drinks had you wanting him. He looked so good in his semi casual fit You whined slowly at first slowly going lower to match the intro of the song staring him dead in his eyes while he smoked a joint with a bottle of Stag beer in his hand. His shades resting slightly lower on his nose. You watch him beckon you over with a finger, but you ignored him only because you loved riling him up at times, it makes the sex better.
You felt a hand grip your waist; you knew instantly it wasn't Ony's, but you decided to give the guy a lil dance. You cousin Shanice side eyed know mothing " Aye, you always lookin' for problems. You know how Ony's gonna react." You laughed saying "Oh well, small thing."
(Small thing- Trini slang for No big deal)
You heard the Dj scratch and the song changed to Spice's Jim Screechie
You were singing the song loud and clear while throwing it back on the random guy.
"And your gyal a watch you hard, but me no matter that
Hold me tight and don't let me go
Whine with me and me a whine with you"
You were giving him a wicked whine knowing for a fact that kinda whining is reserved for Ony but you thought "Oh well." The guy had one hand on your hips pulling you back against his hips while almost dry fuckin you on the makeshift dance floor. You felt a hand grab your wrist and pulled you. You looked up and saw it was Ony pulling you off the makeshift dance floor away from everyone.
"You got me fucked up; you know that. Are you goin out of your head or sum." Ony said his voice gruff with annoyance. You on the other hand were turned on by hearin' him this way. You smirked "It's just a dance Ony. I know you're suffering from not accustom. You bein' a black American I know you won't know much about my culture and shit."
You watch Ony's eye widen with annoyance "Oh really, you really wanna go that route with me. Imma give you a last chance to take that shit back." You rolled your eyes and giggled. "Still just a lil dance Ony." You attempted to walk away big mistake.
You knew it was your fault you were now in this situation. Your hands pressed and pinned against the toilet door with your back arched. Ony was feeding deep, hard strokes. You had to way to move, one of his hands pinned your hands against the door while the other was between your spread thighs rubbing your clit.
You felt your wetness run down your thigh, you were making a mess of yourself. You were coming again. You were pleading with him to take it easy on you "Ony 'm sor-sorry...please I can't"
"Nah, you can't, you weren't whining out there on him like you couldn't so nah you gon' take this dick. It's what you wanted right."
You were panting, moaning moaning his name as fucked you harder. You were now pressed against the door, his hand now pressed against the side of your neck. Between the hard slaps of his hips against yours and the song blaring in the background, you were losing your mind. You came twice already and feeling the third one fast approaching. He was rubbing your twitching clit. Rubbing so fast, your squirt was coming out faster than you realized. Your lust filled sobs were shaking your body and his, it only made him want to fuck you harder.
"Ony! Ony! Ouuu fuck I'm sorry 'm sorry please please please slow down." He stopped only to turn you over so you can be face to face as he lifted you up and pinned your back against the door again. You were both face to face. Ony's eyed still red from smoking.
"You always tryna test me and push me Y/N huh. You don't fuckin listen....actin up and showin out for WHO. that dude..playin' too much."
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your stomach clenched, you saw Ony smirk and slid his hand between both of your bodies and press down on your stomach. Your eyes widen while tears brimmed the corner. "Ouuu fuck! shit Ony..didn't mean to do it. why you fuckin me like this."
Ony tried to reign in his anger but her couldn't he felt it coming back, only pushing him to thrust deeper and harder "Don't play dumb with me Y/N you know I'm actin' like this."
Between Ony tearin your shit up and the music thumping in the background, you were close to another orgasm, tears now running down your face. Ony's hips practically pinning you between him and the door. Ony leaned in and kissed your tears away.
Ony finds your silence a bit annoying. After what felt like minutes, his hand gripped your throat. Through your teary eyes you could see you pushed Ony a bit to far but then again he knew how you were. He loved you for it.
Ony felt your body shivering against his. He kept feeding you deep, hard strokes which you were sure if the music wasn't loud as fuck everyone could hear. He felt his vexation simmering in his veins.
"Ony..please..I love you. I...Ony!" you pleaded. Ony rolled his eyes tired of hearing the same things over and over again come out of your mouth.
"Nah, love me, that's crazy Y/N. Do you really love me Y/N?" "I do Ony! I do. I won't do this shit again I swear...just.."
You were gripping around his dick so tightly he could feel his balls twitching and he fucked you against the door harder. He knew you loved pushing his buttons as much as you loved him. he wrapped your legs tighter around his hips, trying to go deep as he possibly can. You were so overstimulated you were shaking while pressed between the door and him.
"Fuck Y/N you're squeezin' me Gonna nut" you felt him fill you up groaning into your ear. You knew the amount he just came in you would leak out.
Ony sat you on the bathroom counter, helped you clean up then he cleaned up himself. You cleaned your face with make up wipes you had in your bag and reapplied your make up
Ony smirked "You gon behave now my love" "Yes Ony I will"
You went back out the wedding party holding hands and smiling.
#black tumblr#aot onyankopon#aot x black reader#onyankopon x reader#onyankopon x black y/n#black reader#aot x reader#aot x you#aot smut#aot scenarios
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Hi Tessa! I’d love to do the oc emoji ask about any of your ocs, but I’m bad at making choices… uhhh, I guess this is basically a wild card ask! Hit me with anything about any of your ocs!
OOH— dealer's choice, eh?
Oooh lemme see whooo... I've been updating a lot of my OCs lately behind the scenes, not just story-wise, but their actual designs too!
As a treat, I'll share with you some information on two characters— the two I've updated very recently!
Starting off with the big mystery woman of all DotS— Eave. Her full name is Eavantide Sol, and for readers new to DotS, she's been a big deal throughout my comics— and still is! A lot has changed with her behind the scenes, so I can freely reveal some big secrets about her. But don't worry.... there's plenty more mystery taking these secrets' place ;D Hehehehe!
So this is Eave!
She's been in front of you guys this entire time, and has been my avatar for YEARS. She and her husband have been on my front page on DA for like 5-6 years now. Hidden in plain sight!
Some of my readers early on theorized that she's Meta Knight's ex-girlfriend! She is not. (In fact, DotS Meta has always been too shy and awkward to ask anyone out on a date LOL!).
Eave here is Meta Knight's sworn sister, one of his many surrogate siblings. She's his older sister, with the two having a 10-year difference between them, and they share the same birthday too! March 23rd!
It's quite obvious who else she's related to, but her ancestry runs quite deeply into the era of yore. Modernly she'd be 524 years old. She died 280 years ago, slain by a mysterious figure. However, her body was never recovered. Allegedly this is connected to a case she was deep into, one she found to be serious and genuinely threatening.
She was something of a spy for the Star Warriors after retiring from several decades of working as a field medic. Eave was most well-known for her miraculous healing powers and playful, yet sassy personality. She was loyally married to her husband, a certain Captain within the Star Warriors, for 20 years prior to her death.
Eave is survived by her only daughter, who is currently in the care of her beloved husband and his current wife.
Now for the second character....
This guy
I've never shown him in color before because it's a dead giveaway as to who he's related to, but that's sort of the point now.
This guy has been haunting Town Town for the past decade or so, sometime after Nightmare's fall to Kirby. Locals are pretty worried about this figure because he dons the tattered remains of the late King Orpheus' armor.
Anyone who bears scarred armor of noble knights passed is someone to be quite alarmed by. Yet some of Meta Knight's warriors don't seem too bothered by this individual, since they have yet to do anything about him.
Then again, catching him is quite difficult! He's nimble, and according to rumors, an extremely skilled fighter. Some reports state that he carries around a large, sapphire blue sword on his back, and some local Dappermau say that dark matter taints his scent...
Yet he's never done any harm to Town. Locals are unsure what to feel about this strange individual. Some elders say he is a bad omen, others say that he is the spirit of the late Knight King Orpheus that has come to watch over the young puffs in Town just as he would in life.
But there are few... who say nothing. Hold their tongues when asked about Town's haunt.
Meta Knight is one of those few.
#kirby#kirby series#dreams of the stars#dots comic#kirby oc#hoshi no kaabii#hoshi no kirby#kirby fanart#lore time#dots answers#answered#long post
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Hi Torship 💛 i just need some advice for writing OCs because i saw your OC shisui post and i immediately remembered how quickly you're able to introduce really solid OCs in your Fics and... how?!?! Mine are always so obvious and blehhh :'0 thank youuuu
Hiya~
Whooo boy, so obviously every writer is different and will have different tips, you don't need me to tell you that. I'll just try not to talk your head off too long and keep this productive 🤣 so, I'll show you how I build up a "shop window" OC and an "full package OC".
So, when I say 'shop window', what I mean is: this character is walking past, only briefly interacted with, but must have enough of an impression to enrich the scene. You can't just be surrounded by blank canvas, thats a completely different effect
E.g- Tadame, the Hokage's Receptionist in HOPE AU:
Think about when you meet a stranger. You notice at least one thing that makes a lasting impression. A pretty dress, the smell of smoke, how they made you feel (maybe they wanted to shake your hand and you didn't know how to refuse?), an accent, etc etc. For Tadame, she is notable for a few things:
Her fashionable style. Shisui almost immediately informs the reader that she is a plain-clothes ANBU. This makes her ease and composure even more striking. It broadens our idea of what ANBU get up to. It's also good to see an unapologetically feminine woman being a badass bodyguard... Whilst in a cheeky nod at the "Moneypenny Bond Secretary" character.
She is warm and familiar. We're used to people being awed, stressed, or angry around Shisui etc, Tadame makes a point to be extra friendly. She is also very comfortable with the Hokage, who is deferred to by everyone (even Kakashi at this point). This sets her apart, reinforces her personality as consistent without needing much exposure, and gives us an immediate idea of what routine is like in the Tower.
She demonstrates her own off-camera motivations, life, and relationships by her actions. She makes Shisui pick tea, even ones that Sarutobi doesn't enjoy. She smokes heavily, a contrast to her very sophisticated and feminine image (I based her on Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina, actually), and she takes part in festival preparations with (presumably) a large cohort of coworkers which hints at Tower life as well as Konohan culture.
This is all done very quickly. We don't see Tadame a lot, we don't get much dialogue and, when she's not present, Shisui doesn't think about her. Bear in mind that overcrowding things is just as frustrating as not building up enough. As a chronic purple-proser, i know this is a bit rich coming from me lmao
TL;DR: i make most of these decisions off the cuff. Start with "what does the protagonist need to recognise in this OC?" Is it the accent that's important, is it their job, who they're related to, what theyre doing? Tadame was the ANBU bodyguard who could get Shisui directly in to see the Sandaime, he immediately noted how unassuming she was for the power she had. He played nice with her, hence why he catalogues so many details right off the bat. Compare this to Shikaku's receptionist, who is noted as being very angry with Shisui for ignoring protocol... Until he apologises to her, because if this lasting impression, and she is convinced to forgive him. The T&I receptionist is a running joke that Shisui forgot his name once and was so embarrassed afterwards that he constantly reminds himself of it later.
Okay, let's keep going and pray I get more coherent lol
Full package OC: e.g Akira, Shisui's main Crow Summon from HOPE AU:
Full Package OC is exactly what you think it is. Fully fleshed out, dialogue, screen time, treated as one of the main cast. The main thing here is moderation (how to avoid a Mary Sue, as you might say) and realism. I think it's actually easier than a shop window OC.
You need a motivation, a good quality and a flaw. Even better if the last two are connected.
Akira:
Akira is a Crow. To be a Crow - I decided as a nice contrast to Shisui and Itachi's modesty despite riches and genius - is to be extremely frank about how great it is to be a bird. It's ownership; like how corvids nick shiny things, the Crows think of their Summoners as their belongings and not the other way around. Birds are a collective, they fly en masse with a few stand out personalities, so it follows that the Summons would function similarly. They aren't like dogs or cats, who will follow (in varying ways) leadership. Whoever's in charge is circumstantial to the tasks in need of doing and whenever Shisui looks like he's in charge (in the fic), that's just professionalism. It's plenty for the reader to chew on, it fleshes out the Summons as a whole, and it sets up a baseline expectation for the readers being introduced to any Crow.
Building on that, Akira's motivations become a little easier. He wants to, like any bird, preen and puff up. He has illusions (that aren't illusions tbh) of grandeur, of how humans are supposed to behave (he doesn't get out much), and he boldly claimed the pursuit of "noble adventure" when he agreed to work with Shisui. Everything Akira does, therefore, needs to fit in this mentality. That he is special, that this makes Shisui special by association, and that Shisui is is Shiny Rock Summoner to be possessive over. He also, like all Crows, speaks differently from the other characters, which sets him distinct in the reader's mind. Voila!
Akira's strength, it becomes clear, is his devotion. He is all talk when it comes to complaints; in a tough spot, he is so ready to square up to anyone and anything that he gets extremely pissed/hurt when Shisui denies him the chance. This absolute faith and engagement with Shisui is brilliant for the narrative, Shisui as a character, and with connecting the audience to Akira. As the audience is encouraged to want the best for Shisui, they share a common goal with Akira.
This ties into Akira's fault, which is his pride. He's hard to work with, he doesn't like to admit his wrongdoings or back down from a 'slight', and that means Shisui is often forced to put up with Akira acting out or sabotaging tasks, knowingly or not. It also makes Shisui hesitant to trust him for more delicate operations, and Shisui occasionally laments that Itachi was matched with Arakan, who is more feeble but also of sweeter disposition. However this fault is frustrating but endearing, so readers may actually like him more because of this behavior. They think it's funny or maybe Akira is expressing the anger that readers connect to but no other character is displaying.
TL;DR: Akira has a baseline motivation that he shares with his (OC) kin, which allows the readers to immediately make assumptions every time they meet a new Crow (All Crows see Shisui&Itachi as their possessions, themselves as dignified and Noble, and as outsiders as intruders to be distrusted and chased off). Akira's strength, his devotion, is linked to his flaw, his pride. Both of which, however, connect him to the reader and build a relationship between OC and audience, even without Shisui directly involved. The key to a Full Package OC is to match the likable with the dislikable. For someone you deeply love, flaws should be something that can be lived with (Akira's pride), worked on (Shisui's esteem, recklessness, over independence), or something to be struggled with (Kakashi's self destructiveness). Similarly, strengths need grounding in motivation/context, like Akira (he is devoted because it is rooted in his history with Shisui and the culture of crow summons) or Shisui (his loyalty and creativity come from his determination to do his family proud, to keep the peace his grandfather worked for) or Kakashi (his devotion and extreme skill came at the price of his innocence and his loved ones). If you make an OC and feel it's going wrong, try consulting this balance again!
Maybe I've just waffled on about my own OCs for way too long but I hope you can see what I'm trying to show. You have to treat OCs like real people, like they have a life off camera and they're not just plot devices or tools for you to throw on the page. If they have a name, they have a person behind it. If you don't want to do this, do not give them a name or a very strong description. It could prove distracting and the audience might fixate on a detail that they think is a clue but you actually just tossed in there randomly. God knows that drives me wild, sometimes.
Anyway, I'm sorry this is so long (🤡) but I didn't want to cut it shorter and not be helpful, so....
Best of luck with your writing, Anon! ✨
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SaL anon here friend, thinking about how not only (as pointed out) that this season of OG is mediocre but LS has also been pretty Meh and remarkably for similar reasons. So because I have too much time on my hands today and too little willpower to be productive, here I give you my vaguely thought out character parallels between the two shows this season, and how they've made the season frustrating.
Eddie and Nancy: Both of these characters have had no plot or arc all season. Basically they're moral support and comedic relief.
Maddie and TK: Both have had a sort of half plot to themselves but ultimately are there to be supportive, be sad when their loved ones are in danger, and generally remind us Madney and Tarlos exist.
Bobby and Mateo: Both had exactly one plotline to themselves, both those plots came out of nowhere, and both were centered around another character that was mentioned maybe once before.
Athena and Paul: Both had a single plot centered on their past that was actually interesting and believably important for the character (though in LS at least it didn't require its own episode away from the group). The problem was that there was little to no follow up or any sense of closure, we're just kinds left to assume some sort of conversation happened.
Chim and Tommy: Both have been fairly visible this season (definitely Tommy more so than Chim except for the last few OG episodes) and had some pretty good best friend moments. But both had had incredibly frustrating plots that just didn't make sense or serve a purpose (Chim forgiving his parents and Tommy - a Mom - trying to one up an actual child).
Hen+Karen and Judd+Grace: Both were strong points for the their shows season (I'm firmly of the belief Tomorrow was the best episode of either show this season). Only a relatively minor complaint for both, namely the WTF did this come from of the Denny plot and that Grace's recent storyline has the 5th crime investigation on what's supposed to be a weewoo show.
The 911 Guest Cast and Owen: Basically these always seem to drag the show out of the firehouse and into some bullshit no one asked for. The exception is Ravi, who is the equivalent of Owen when the focus is on him being a captain to his team.
Buck and Carlos: Frankly both their plotlines have been a mess (though Buck has twice as many as Carlos), didn't go anywhere, and are full of missed opportunities for character development, especially in the realm of having an honest conversation with their parents.
If you've been keeping score I have left out of the list Marjan. This is because between the shows I feel like Marjan's character has been handled the best, even almost perfectly. We got backstory, character building, and even a cute dating plot.
Anyway hope you enjoy my afternoon musings!! This is also in part me trying to pretend this season is over (for OG at least) and I can draw these parallels instead of facing the fact we have 2 more episodes to slog through.
Bestie, were is the lie????
This is so spot on though and I laughed so hard when I read this! I've been...not necessarily avoiding but certainly not reading any LS spec because I'm just to tired to do that and OG but whooo boy am I side eying some of the stuff I've seen floating around. LS pulling the old RNM line of Tarlos having to "earn" their wedding like 🙄🙄🙄 Plus there was something about "tragedy" striking and WHY would they need more new drama when they had a whole unexpected WIFE that got sort of brushed off and the resolution for that happened off screen, and Carlos DIED and then it was just like, never mentioned again, and TK is going into his wedding without his mom. There's already so much there, why on earth would they need to invent something else?!
And don't get me started on OG doing the same thing but also packing the guest cast with a thousand people to wrap up Buck's 700 arcs he's got started that they just did nothing with until the last couple episodes apparently. I am...so tired.
Agreed though that the Marjan stuff has been good this season when she had stuff going on! I honestly don't know WHO was in charge of OG seasons 1-3 and the arc planning and pacing because Timmy is over on LS and it's having the same messy issues as OG in that regard when OG had like, the PERFECT formula those first few seasons. What was going on over there?! And more importantly, how do we get it BACK?!
#my sweet nonnie friends#sleeping at last anon#911#911 spoilers#911 lone star#lone star spoilers#this honestly made me laugh out loud reading it#no lies detected
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Hi, I was wondering if you could write something with a charming/dramatic peacock harpy man, please?
Two submissions in one night whooo! I hope you enjoy this little story of Angelo, and a talented but shy reader! >7< )
Male White Peacock Harpy (Angelo) x Gender Neutral Reader
Angelo was well known around town as a famous musician and pianist, he had just got back home from a tour that ran through countless cities. As soon as he arrived back in town, he was eager to make an appearance at his favorite haunt, “A little hello to the hometown that I missed so much while I was away,” he said to the crowd of onlookers. Clawed hands in his pockets and was only too happy to talk at length about the places he had traveled to while he was away to the local newspaper reporter.
You watch from afar as you continue wiping off tables from Angelo’s last performance for the night. You shake your head, watching the collective group walk to the front of the night club. The harpy leaning over and setting a casual arm around the shoulder of the bashful journalist.
The big flirt.
You had to wait for him and the town entourage to stop hanging around while he powdered his beak, and fussed over his pearlescent showy white feathers. It took him forever to get out of the building so you could lock up for the night. He took his sweet time, as if the world bowed around his schedule. You roll your eyes a fraction as you wipe your hands on your pants.
It wasn’t that you had anything against him, you thought to yourself as you towed the bucket of soapy water to the back. You even remembered at one time buying his music and listening to his angelic voice. His stark appearance of all white gossamer plumage, and the long tail feathers that trailed after him like a white carpet in of itself. It was that stark white appearance that helped carve out his name as a musician. But working backstage had given you a new perspective on the flamboyant harpy that had stolen so many hearts. He was vain for one, and used that charm and angelic voice to get his way most of the time. He never gave the stagehands or workers a backwards glance in all the years you knew him. Too wrapped up in himself to thank the people who worked the hardest to set up for his performances. You were sure he didn’t even know your name, all the times the two of you had bumped into each other as you passed. You sincerely began to secretly hope he would fall in love with something else other than his reflection, someone who wouldn’t hand him everything on a silver platter just from a few sweet choice words.
It was quiet when you walked from backstage, taking a final look at the stage and its bright lights. You saved turning off the stage lights for last, in your nightly routine. You look around before you walk up the stairs to the wide platform. Pausing to look over the crowd of dark empty seats. You close your eyes, imagining the day where you had the courage to sing in front of a full house of spectators. . . But until then, the empty nightclub was your special place to practice. You hum softly, shyly, warming up your voice, until you gain confidence to sing. You pluck a favorite song off the top of your head, one that you know well. Letting the song sway around you, and you in turn sway with it. You hadn’t noticed the back door open. Angelo throwing a coat over his shoulder and pausing when he hears your voice.
You poured your heart and soul out into those last few choice verses. The thrum in the air when you gave it your all, still vibrating with electricity as your voice hums and goes out. You bathe in the silence, before the sound of clapping startles you nearly out of your skin. You find Angelo standing beside one of the front tables and clapping enthusiastically.
“Bravo, bravo! That was splendid!”
Stage fright is quick to swallow you up, your eyes wide. Once so animated and impassioned, now you stand rooted to the spot as a deer in the headlights as the harpy makes his way to you.
“A-Ah” You chattered as fear rushed through you, you trembled as he looked up at you.
“Who, who are you? I’ve never seen you perform here before,” His dark eyes filled with wonder and starlight. No one’s ever looked at you that way before.
“No one y-you would know!” You quickly begin to make your way down the stairs to avoid him, but you hear his footsteps hurry after you.
“Wait a minute!” He yelps after you.
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You sit on a stool on the bright stage, overlooking the sea of dark empty tables.
“Tell me you’ll at least think about it!”
“I’m not a singer,” You say flatly, crossing your hands uncomfortably over your chest and looking away.
“I’m not a singer?” Angelo repeated in disbelief, Your shoulders shrug up,
“You know what I mean! I don’t have any real formal training or anything! I j-just enjoy it.”
“You have a lot of talent!” Angelo gestures to the stage and it’s bright overhead lights, “It’s obvious you were made for that stage,” You feel a heat creep into your cheeks, shoulders shrugging up even higher as your back tenses.
“Here, humor me for just one second!” Angelo opens a clawed hand to you and you stare blankly at it, “Sing one song with me, please. Just one, I won’t ask for anything else.”
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#monster x reader#monster x human#harpy x reader#harpy x human#exophilia#sfw#fluff#monster x gender neutral reader#harpy x gender neutral reader
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So I read your Biker!Oscar fic and whooo that was delicious 😋. I was kinda wondering if you could do a Biker!Lando fic, I didn’t know he was into the moto scene before f1 until recently, and was hoping you might have some ideas to play around with.
-🏎️ (could I be the 🏎️anon for you, please 🥺)
omg i’m so glad you liked it, i had such a blast writing it!! and of course you can be 🏎️ anon!! <33
you must be in my walls or something because i have a note on my phone full of future fic ideas and one of them is, and i quote, “BIKER!LANDO BIKER!LANDO BIKER!LANDO” 😭
i’m definitely gonna be writing a fic for him at some point in the near future after i finish writing requests and my current wips, but for now here are a few thoughts i’ve had about him… (i got carried away as usual, so i had to put a cut in 💀)
while oscar is, i guess you could say, more of your “traditional” biker (like he grew up around motorcycles and first got on one at the age of four and stuff like that), lando is crazy on two legs and started riding in the name of rebellion. his family is loaded, same with all his friends’ families. his friends all drive nice cars. sure, he could have that too, but he wants to stand out. he wants to be more than just another rich kid.
so instead of buying a fancy car when he turns 16, he buys a motorcycle. does he know how to ride? no! does he even have a license to ride? hell no!! this man damages the hell out of like three bikes before he finally gets the hang of it, much less gets his license. but i can see him just living for the thrill of it, so i feel like he’d have a motorcycle like you see on the road and a motocross bike and he treats them both like his own children. being on a motorcycle also makes him feel free, and he can’t get enough.
he gets pulled over a few times for speeding but that doesn’t even bother him because he’s an adrenaline junkie. his parents don’t like that though, so when he turns 18 he gets kicked out. the only help he gets is the money from his trust fund, and while it’s a solid chunk of change it’s not gonna last forever. so he strays away from that traditional biker vibe, gets more into the motocross scene and gets really good at it. but he’s just all competition all the time now, and he never gets to kick back on his motorcycle and just go for a drive or anything like that anymore. and that’s where i picture reader coming in with the goal to get him to just chill the hell out and get back to his roots.
i apologize for the possibility of my thoughts being incoherent as i am only half awake at the moment. thank you for letting me ramble about biker!lando because until now all of these thoughts have just been rattling around aimlessly in my brain <33
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Who's mini max sire we all wanna knooooow
And now, drumroll please.
I have two ideas.
One.) They are ALL the Sire. The Maximus line is named things like Fortress for a reason because they aren't Cityformers or Titans, but they used to be full Fortresses. They require more effort to Spark than most others and much higher charge. So while the Scavenger Orgy and Rodimus certainly helped, all of them are involved in making the bean. Especially since all encounters occurred in a relatively quickly, for a Cybertronian, time span. A year for them is only the equivalent of a little over a month.
Listen, it's aliens, lets make it weird. Transformers already has solely asexual reproduction and people popping out fully formed. Lets add some more to the mix.
Mini Max reacts to all of them and Dratchet is used to confirm that this isn't just an overly friendly baby. Mini Max attempts to gum them to death with their non-existent teeth and flaring bright colors, turns out they have a built in siren and red-and-blue reaction lights, we can blame Prowl.
Fortress Maximus, generously, has a whole harem of Sires to help support the baby.
OR
2.) Prowl. I think it would be good for him. And the idea of Mini Max having sirens and flashing lights that come on when they are upset or excited would be funny.
Just imagine Mini Max finally getting held and smiling and it alarms Prowl enough that for the first time in millions of years his lights flip on in a panic reaction and Mini Max responds in shock by doing the same thing. So both of them are going whooo-whooo while flashing red-and-blue.
Everyone else responding with a mix of relief and disappointment and Kup swooping in to keep a firm grip on Prowl, because that is his "I need to bolt" expression.
Rodimus, at least, gets to enjoy the less stressful position of uncle AND enjoy Prowl's suffering.
It is funny, but doesn't last for too long.
After several long talks, Prowl becomes obsessed with planning out for every contingency and focuses hard on helping raise Mini Max as his next life goal and Not Fucking Up This Time. Prowl's wet cat nature and hyperfocus eventually, somewhat, redeems him in the eyes of Fort Max. At least enough for unsupervised visitation.
Prowl is doing surprisingly well with how he's moved in and doesn't leave the Moon Base.
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enola holmes 3 pls pls pls let sherlock and john have a toby
we know john refers to the dog as clumsy and ugly so he's obviously not going to be too keen when sherlock brings him home which makes for great content in itself. but when john starts warming up the creature? beautiful
imagine a sunday, the week has been a full-on complicated case and john is exhausted from running through backstreet alleys and snooping around country estates. he's sat by the fire. toby craves the warmth and looks up from is slumped position by the window. he waddles over to john and plonks himself by his feet, head resting just atop them.
'uh-'
toby does a big huff and a sigh. he too had been running through backstreets and snooping around country estates.
the dog does another sigh, as does watson, 'me too, toby, me too.'
from his position at the window, sherlock smiles.
imagine another scenario. john is humming a tune to himself, a classic piece. he's quite certain it's one of sherlock's recent fancies on the violin. he's pottering around the flat humming along, toby not far behind him. there's a little 'whooo' from the hound in time with the doctor. he looks at the dog
'not quite the right note toby, but i thank you for your contribution all the same.'
the detective out on an errand had returned roughly five minutes before the musical collaboration, witnessing the show.
sherlock speaks up from his position leaning on the doorframe and names the piece, smiling all the while, '...an excellent rendition, watson,' toby trots over to the detective. he crouches down and scritches behind the dogs ears, 'you too, toby.'
john huffs.
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I wrote this like 5 mintues ago soooo hehehehe
Oc dump brrrrr
CRYSSY - 結晶/Kesshō
Once a secretary under the 6th Fatui Harbinger, Scaramouche, to then being a researcher for Project Stigma, to where she is now assasin for the Stelleron Hunters.
Wielding a scythe she named VENOM due to the fact that anyone stuck by it gets rather badly poisoned. She calls the poison VENOM excretes as "Vermilion Death", and the effects of the poison do not appear until at least an hour after striking an enemy. Though, before VENOM, she weilded a greatsword, before then wielding a pair of pistols.
Its strage really, her personality, that is. Awfully rude and sarcastic, but then as if a switch was flicked, a motherly figure. And thats how she's been even through all the lives shes been through
In her first life, her closest friend was none other then the battle sexual Tartaglia. The same life in which she wielded a greatsword 5x her weight. Though needless to say, she had a little (a massive) Crush on Tartaglia. She was a bit aloof, kinda kind, and rather timid.
Though it wasn't long before she had died in battle, and ended up in another world by the grace of Celestia.
Her second life, one in HI3. Her closest friend this time? Shockingly it was Natasha, or Raven. Despite being a researcher, she found herself on the battle field an awful lot to the point where people mistook her as a Valkrye rather then a researcher. Having said that, she was a lot more rude and snarky at times, but over all still kept a bit of that kindess in her.
She died by the hands of the Honkai. A beast was too strong for her, and Raven wasn't with her.
SCORPIO - 蠍座/Sasoriza
She. Was. Done. This was the 3rd time the heavenly beings refused her full demise, and ultimately, gave her a 3rd chance in life, and guess what? For some ungodly reason she was forced to be immortal. Its a shocker she hasn't lost her shit yet and commited genocide considering how badly she wanted to be done with things. Though because of that, she had joined the Stelleron Hunters upon meeting Silver Wolf in Punklorde. Though she almost called her 'Bronie'. And upon meeting Blade, whooo boy... I think you can take a guess. ("I thought I fell hard for Tartaglia, but apparently I didn't know the surface level of falling for someone back then"). Her personality this time? A huge bitch. (Me irl/j) though rather sisterly to Silver Wolf, and like a daughter to Kafka, to Blade though? (How i wish he was real) Lets just say... she kinda hopes to catch his eye... (also she changed her name in hopes that the gods will forget shes cryssy and let her die)
None the less, she has been seeking these damned Gods, Hersschers, and all these heavenly beings so that she can finally, god damn lay in peace.
I think. I think i underestimated how long this was gonna be shshjsjshdoabc and i think theres a few spelling mistakes considering how i slept 4am last night and its 12am rn sooo
Otherwise tho i think you'll be seeing alot of me from here on out heheheh
Also, lots of love!!! I friggin love ur blog 💜💜💜
woahh this is very cool! thank you for sharing :D
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I wrote a part 3 to the Making a Nest a Home fic! [dragon mom grian au] ~whooo (I'm vry tired)
it's honestly not a very long chapter, none of them are, but I can always go back later and rewrite them when I decide to do the full fic for the au [idk when that'll be].
anyway, here's the ao3 link -> Making a Nest a Home Chapter 3
and the links to part 1 and part 2.
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a Nest Perfected
The four Boatem Members meet up again in the evening with the items from the hermits of the server, and they add them to the nest with grins shared. It took them all day to visit the few hermits on their lists but it was a productive day.
When the special items are added, they step back and take another look at their creation.
“It looks a bit full now,” Impulse says, “But I don’t think he’d mind.”
“It looks really quite cozy,” Mumbo says.
“Who knew nests could look as comfortable as this one?” Scar wonders aloud.
Pearl nods, agreeing with them. “Well, boys, I think we’re ready to give it to Grian, yeah?” They agree and she pulls out her communication device.
<Pearlescentmoon> hey, Grian, where are ya?
There’s a little *ping* a minute or so later with their friend’s response.
<Grian> I’m trading with villagers then I’m going to stock the train. Why?
<Pearlescentmoon> no reason. how long will you be down there?
<Grian> Pearl. what’s this about?
<Pearlescentmoon> it’s a secret ;p
There’s silence for a long, long moment, at least a few minutes. Then, there’s another *ping*
<Grian> I know you’re up to something but to answer your question, it’ll be about an hour. maybe a bit more.
<Pearlescentmoon> great! stay there with your villagers and don’t come out until I say so
<Grian> …ok
“All right, boys,” she says, putting the device away. “Let’s get this packed up and into Grian’s base. He’s gonna be busy for another hour which’ll give us more than enough time to move the nest into his base.
“I have an empty shulker we can use for the hermits’ items,” Impulse says and pulls out a yellow shulker. “Though, we’re gonna have to carry the base by ourselves, I think.”
“I can carry the machine part,” Mumbo says while Pearl says, “I’ll carry the base.”
“I’ll carry the blankets,” Scar says.
They start packing up the items in the shulker and quickly find that one shulker isn’t enough and that several items have to go into their personal inventories - oh well. They get everything sorted then grab the components that make up the nest itself, and they leave Pearl’s base.
It’s a short distance to Grian’s Midnight Alley and on the way, they discuss the best location for the nest. Impulse suggested the Griangotts Bank but that’s still under construction so Mumbo suggested the Magical Menagerie - turns out that it’s a little too loud once you get through the door. Scar then suggested the Dead End, mostly because he’s really proud of his work, but they vote against it for lack of interior space and zombies spawning in what spaces there are.
After looking at a few buildings, they settle on the Barrel Beast. It’s a bit messy and there’s barrels everywhere, hence the name, but it’s a good building with a cozy interior and not-too-bright lighting. Plus, as a bonus, it’s near the entrance of the cave so if anyone wants to visit, they don’t have to wander too far into the unconstructed bits to find Grian. And, and as another bonus, the nest with all the different hermits’ items will add a little color to the place.
So, the four settle on the Barrel Beast and get to work on setting up the nest again. It doesn’t take long, maybe 10 minutes to get the base and the machine put together again, then Scar takes a few minutes to get the bedding situated. Getting the different gifts in the nest takes a lot longer to arrange - they can’t just dump the items in the nest and call it good, they have to make it presentable and aesthetically pleasing.
Pearl’s communication device pings and she finds a message from Grian there.
<Grian> I’m done trading, is it safe to come up?
She looks over their work, “He’s done trading. Is there anything more we have to do?”
“Nah, I think we’ve done all we can,” Impulse says.
“It looks am-a-zing,” Scar says with a grin.
“Don’t think there’s much else we could, uh, do, in all honesty,” Mumbo says.
She nods once and types out a response to Grian.
<Pearlescentmoon> yup! we’re all done up here. come to the Barrel Beast
<Grian> ok
She puts away the device again, excited to see her friend’s reaction.
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#hermitcraft au#dragon mom grian au#grian#pearlescentmoon#mumbo jumbo#impulsesv#goodtimeswithscar#so vry tired need more sleep - only had a few hours but I wanted to write this out
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Whooo, update time! <3 I've been working on Sera's carrd to get a bunch of stuff added and updated for the last few days, and I've gotten to most of it now I think-
-The phoenix lore has been added where it was most important! I'll be writing up a full page detailing the original mythos/legend in more detail later on, when I have a clearer head, but for now there's details and points to it in various places, along with nods to the fact that, 7 verse with materia or not, Sera is very much a natural with ice and healing abilities as a result of being part of the Snow Phoenix, Aria's, bloodline. How this manifests though varies by verse, with things like 7 requiring materia to help her use any kind of magic, and Genshin Impact verse requiring the use of her cryo vision, and the lore has seen minor tweaks to fit into each setting, detailed in the verse specific misc sections. I have yet to add this info to the Spellbound or Genshin sections, and will be doing so within the coming days.
-Also noted is that Sera and Shiva share a close connection in 7 verses due to this lore, though Sera herself can't tell you much about it, personally. Aria was an elemental familiar of Shiva's, and was hidden away by the goddess a long time ago - But as Shiva can still sense her old friend's bloodline, she's quite taken with Sera and even refuses her calls in an attempt to protect her. This connection is valid solely with the Shiva I write on Shinrarisen, and who will be seeing her own updates in the future.
-I've also rewritten some details among her misc sections to make more sense overall, and tweaked them where they needed, including a mention of Sera overworking herself or falling into a subserviant mindframe while dealing with trauma and PTSD related issues, and that @yoroiis's Thoma, her eldest brother, holds the bloodline of the snow phoenix's brother, the fire phoenix, Aelius, and is part of the reason why their relationship is so tight. Further tweaks have gone into her physical appearance and things like her occupation and hometown, as I've tried to make the main about page less FF-centric and more generalized with notes to what changed in FF.
-Also noted is how her bloodline has drawn her to lifesprings, one of which is the 'koi pond and community garden' in her backstory when it comes to FF7 settings.
-Also of really important but also longest note is a new, small section added to Sera's personality that will be shown more going forward: How she acts with those she trusts most. I've never made it a secret that Sera is very different with people she trusts, and that the more you earn her trust, the more relaxed and playful, even childish, she can seem, all with respect to those around her and their boundaries... But I've always been wary of showing her at her most relaxed, and that's changing going forward, too. Sera is always respectful of those around her and what they can and can't stand and will always present herself in a manner that they're going to be comfortable with, but a Sera that trusts is also an incredibly comfortable Sera, and one who's guard is completely lowered to show the woman deep within she usually keeps hidden from the world - And that woman is one who never had an actual childhood, and is still very naive and innocent.
A fully relaxed and trusting Sera is playful and silly, and will act childish... Because she was never allowed to be otherwise. She's only able to explore 'childhood' now, and she's doing it through those she's closest to; she's relaxed and playful because she has no reason to be afraid those those she's around. She carries a stuffed husky named Zax because it makes her feel better and is a connection to her husband, but it's also just her favorite stuffed animal, and a comfort. She'd wear light up sneakers and hop around in wonder and pure childish delight because they're super cool - But also because she was never allowed this kind of thing before. This is her first experience with it, and she's enjoying it, but she also knows how to be a mature adult when needed of her, or when to tone it down because someone around her doesn't care for silliness; ex. she's not going to run up to @azure-steel's Cloud and give him a stuffed animal if he's not shown he's okay with that kind of behavior around him just because she feels comfortable and safe with him first, but she's also not going to hide the fact she has her stuffed husky or how she lights up completely at a toy store, either. How much of this childish side shows depends on who she's with and how much she knows they'd accept and be okay with, and she'll never cross that line - and especially not act as such in public.
This is also the point where those closest to her will find her last line of defense; Sera has taken pieces of everything others have shown the see in her and treat her as, and used it to form a wall around her heart that, ultimately, is the last protection she keeps up around those she trusts to keep herself safe. Though she is relaxed, content, and happy with those she trusts, she's still plagued by trauma, PTSD, anxiety, and a nightmare deep down that has nearly claimed her life more than once, and this 'last line of defense' is Sera's ultimate go-to to cope with it all, a 'shield' of sorts to keep the nightmares at bay. The biggest example of this is the nickname @honorisen's Zack has given her of 'Kitten'; Sera DOES NOT actually think she's a cat, yet she's still prone to calling herself 'Kitty' with those who're comfortable with it, meowing playfully to get their attention if they're close by, and even viewing problems that creep up as her being a 'bad kitty' - Again, not because she thinks she's a cat, but because it's silly, playful, and makes her feel happy to be silly like that... But also because 'bad kitty' makes things easier for her to cope with, and prevents the nightmares and traumas from forcing her into a spiral that can quickly get out of control. "I've been a bad kitty" is easier for her to cope with when her traumas strike than letting the nightmares make her believe "Sera is a horrible human being nobody would miss". for example, because she's having a flare of her PTSD and someone happened to be minorly irritated with her at the same time.
As mentioned above too, this is all changes mainly made to Sera as an original, multi-fandom/multi-verse character and tweaked to fit into her current settings, as well as updates that were a long time coming anyway, and I'll be finishing up with these updates by working on the Spellbound and Genshin sides tomorrow and over the weekend, which should be much simpler to add things to given her primary, overall info has been updated here, and tweaking some of my rules to account for things in Rebirth and the new Phoenix lore. I'll also be updating again in the future and fine-tuning phrasing as I go through Rebirth (slowly-) alongside @honorisen / @yoroiis, as we get time and chances to play and build up our thoughts; I haven't wanted to add too much regarding it just yet given she's still in Chapter 2 and I'm in chapter 4 at the time of this post! <3
It's been a long, long time since I've been able to update my girl like she deserves, and I'm gonna make that up by getting as much as I can done over this upcoming weekend! <3
~Pom
#Out Of Poms [OOC]#Updating Pom.EXE [Blog Update]#Long Post#I usually bullet point my update notes but the last point is so long I couldn't do it this time XD#And it's only long as it is because I wanted to really clarify??#Sera DOES NOT think she's a cat or an angel or anything of the sort#It's her being silly and playful because she knows if she meows at Zack he'll look over and jokingly bark back#Or if she 'prrrp's at Thoma he'll pat her head and she likes head pats?#It's her being SILLY and embracing being called 'kitten'#And that she won't do it around people who don't like such behaviors?#She's fully capable of being an adult - let her be silly#Especially since it's the last thing between her and the things that would rather see her dead in terms of her nightmares#She trusts Zack - But this is a guard she won't drop even around him#Because he HELPED her to form it? Her bond with her loved ones is what MAKES that guard and shield?#Her love for those she trusts most and their love for her keeps her ALIVE and learning how to function and hold her head up high#So she's gonna be silly with them and embrace it <3#But also full phoenix mythos is incoming I just need a chance to sit down and sort it out with the old version I have hanging around#If anyone has questions in the meantime? My ask box is ALWAYS open! <3
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Hey y'all! So, for just under a year, I've had a review for the Season 6 finale of The Good Doctor sitting in my drafts. There's barely anything, and I've never had the motivation to get around to it, so I'm going to do a really quick one here. I'll try and do a more in depth one with that draft in the future, but the finale season (😭😭💔) premieres in a couple of days, and I want it out before then. I'm super busy and tired so I don't have the energy for the full thing lol, so here's just something to ease my mind.
I'm sad to see Danny go :(. I'm glad he's doing what's best for him and that he's not mad at Jordan (because yeesh I understood him but that hurt me, hurt on all sides lol), but I'll miss him </3. Maybe one day he'll come back :') (although in current context I doubt it buuut you never know). And poor Jordan too 😭.
Also thank goodness Jerome and Jared are okay xD. I mean okay is a relative term here but yk. Anyway, I'm so glad they're okay we went through enough this episode 😭❤️ xD.
AAAHHHHH PARK AND MORGAN ARE BACK TOGETHER!!! WHOOO YAYYY FINALLYYYY!!! They took their sweet time huh xD. Like, the show lol. Still, they're gonna be a family together :'DD I'm so happy. They're adorable, I love them <33.
:OO Andrews is quitting! That's wild tbh. I mean good for him, and Dalisay too, but dang xD. Brave move man, lol. You better hope it works out xD, with her I mean. But nah, I'm happy for them :DD.
Iirc Lim and Glassman were with the patient who couldn't move or was almost brain dead or something like that, and I'm so glad they found a way to help her improve :'). I'm proud of them <3.
I don't remember who was on the case with him but I remember Asher's patient's father (I believe) died and I felt so bad for him 😭. Poor Asher :(. And poor the guy's family! They just kept doing heartbreaking things this episode xdd. Also the little Asher and Jerome moment at the beginning of the episode <33 my lovelies.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHAUN AND LEA HAD THEIR BABY :'DDDDD!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR THEM HOLY CRAP 😭😭❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰😭❤️😍🤩🥳🥳🥳🥳❤️. AND THEY NAMED HIM STEVE AARON AAAAAHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭💔❤️❤️❤️❤️!!! I'm not okay thank you very much <333. I love them all so much :'))).
Also VOEIAMPFWNIAH GLASSMAN WHY. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME. I MEAN I KNOW WHY BUT SIRRR 😭😭😭💔💔💔 I DON'T DESERVE THIS!!
Y'all can't/don't believe how much I'm stressin. Again, I do not deserve this xd.
Anyway but him sending the gift was so cute 😭😭😭💔💔❤️❤️❤️. But just aUOAGH he was SO CLOSE TO GOING INNNN-
Once again, I don't deserve this <3.
xD But seriously, even if the hat part made me SAD, I loved the whole storyline <33. And I am so glad Glassman sent a gift xd. They'll make up eventually :')). It would be absolutely WILD if they didn't, and it will be pain until they do, but I'm sure they will lol.
Anyway!! There was a lot of drama between people this season (though there always has to be), and sometimes it was stressful, but I really enjoyed this season. There were so many great moments and I just love all these characters so much <333. And let's not forget the new characters!! Danny and Dani (I still find it absolutely wild that they never addressed that btw lol) were icons, and I was sad to see both of them go but they were really good for their time on <3. They were both super unique and I also loved seeing a disabled character in Dani :D. Her journey helping Lim with her own journey was amazing, and I kind of relate as a disabled person <3. And Danny was also super great, it was nice to see him stick to his reasons and decisions a lot. For a one season character he was really complex and I like that :)). Also his relationship with Jordan was great <333. It was also wild to see Kalu return this season lol!! It took some adjusting (though I enjoyed that time too) but I love having him back :DD. I love all of these guys so much and I can't wait for next season <333.
Sooo yeah!! I absolutely loved this episode, it was so dramatic and so good. I'm so excited for the next season!
This has been my review for. . .
The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 22: Love's Labor
I loved it, it was such a culmination of the season. I'm scared of the drama but also so excited for it, and everything else about next season. I'll be back then for my review of. . .
The Good Doctor, Season 7
See you then!!
#the good doctor#tgd#oasis's tgd chatter#tgd review#tgd placeholder review#it is a real review in its own right though <33#I seriously love this show so much#not ready to see it go D: 😭😭💔 :'(#but happy it happened :')) ❤️❤️🥰 :D#and that I got a chance to see it while it was airing!#even if it hurt me a thousand times over lol xD#ahh love this cruel /lh show <333#also I probably won't be able to watch the premiere live#like almost certainly#and it's show week so I don't even know if it'll happen this coming week because I'll be drained and busy lol#but we'll see!!#I love you all :DD ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!#byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰🥰 <333!!!
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Just did the White Palace again to revitalize my hatred for PK so I have writing fuel when I realized that the object on the left was likely a toy box D:
As for the two things on the right, my guess is a dresser and maaaaybe a chair for PK? One that had been turned around and pushed away from the cradle, so that the person sitting in it wouldn't be able to see it. That might be a bit of a stretch, though, because all I really am going off here is the fact that it looks like his throne, while the other chair is obviously supposed to belong to WL. Then again, almost all of the storytelling directly involving the King's personality compared to the Queen's is environmental, so it might not be (for example, compare the Queen's station- a beautiful open area that used to be full of travelers, connecting Greenpath to the Fungal Wastes- to the King's station, which is not only a dingy little thing hidden away in the corner of the City of Tears, but also has a false entrance to help hide it. Then recall what Lemm said about him being a reclusive figure, lmao). Unlike the Radiance, who screams out her disdain for the Knight in most of the enemies she possesses and has few environmental or visual cues to her name, the Pale King is a character whose personality and mindset is set visually through the environment, so it very well could be his chair for the nursery, carefully pushed to the corner and turned away so that he wouldn't be forced to look at the empty cradle, and so those who walked in on accident wouldn't immediately recognize his presence in the room.
I'm also once again struck by how primal the nursery is, in a way, with elements from both parents coming into play. There are many hidden rooms in the White Palace that pertain to important aspects of the Pale King's life, but this room is hidden away directly under his throne, where he likely would have spent a great deal of time. Not only that, but it is a well-disguised tunnel (the entrance does not make the clicky noise that other breakable floors in the game do) that has one of his statues beside it, almost as if he is guarding it. Going in is very reminiscent of entering a burrow, and the nursery itself is small and dense with the White Lady's foliage, giving it the impression of a nest. I can't quite describe just how visceral of an emotion that evokes, but whooo boy it is not to be sneezed at. The King's regrets echo strongly throughout the entire White Palace, but this is the room that really shows you just how much sacrificing his children to the void hurt him, even if it's not something that he would likely have admitted to in canon.
As for the challenge of the White Palace itself- I've seen some people claim that it represents a bossfight against the Pale King, and I agree wholeheartedly with that. Unlike the Radiance, who is ruled by emotion and will rush into battle when challenged without a second thought, the White Palace mirrors its creator- its elusive, evasive, needlessly convoluted, deeply frustrating, and an indirect way to go against his will, which is pretty much exactly how he decided to fight the Radiance in canon. Unlike the Radiance's fight, however, I don't get that impression of it being a frenzied duel to the death, with both sides fighting for their life. Instead, it feels more like the Pale King's way of testing the Knight's resolve and willpower before handing his half of the Kingsoul over, like Hornet's fights magnified by a thousand. There's a lot of puzzles, there's a lot of frustrating sections, there's ample opportunity for them to just straight-up leave the Palace, but they persist anyways, and when they take their prize, they're ejected from the Dream Realm, with a narrator- presumably the King- naming their progenitors. To me, the White Palace feels almost like the Knight's chance to prove themselves to the King as a vessel that is not only worthy of obtaining the role of Hollow Knight, but the entirety of Hallownest itself. Only by showing that they are strong, willful, clever, and capable of withstanding great challenges are they allowed the option of forging their own path, with the Kingsoul being given over with nary a fight from the King's desiccated corpse. I don't have much canon evidence for this other than the fact that Hornet seems to mirror his role of training the Knight the way that he was for the Pure Vessel, and that the vessel leitmotif plays in the instrumental style of the White Palace when they sit on the throne, almost as if he is accepting one of the Abyss's progeny as his child despite denying that fact in the past.
As for what the Knight thinks of the King? The way they beat up his body and then sit over his corpse says more than enough, I think. The true ending of the game is all about breaking free of the expectations of others to forge your own path, so even if winning the King's approval is necessary, it's certainly not something that they were trying to achieve, and don't seem to care about when its offered to them. They will sit next to the people they respect when asked, they will give flowers to those they pity when given the opportunity, but those that hurt or betray them (like Millibelle, and the Pale King) get their nail and disregard. Both parent and child offer quite a clever way of establishing character purely through show rather than tell, and I love it.
#hollow knight#hollow knight lore#hollow knight meta#the pale king#the knight#the knight hollow knight#little ghost#pale king#pk hollow knight#hk#shut up aren#the white palace is so fucking goooood#and hk is such a good example of how powerful environmental storytelling is#you don't need to be told what it is#you just need to sit and listen
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hey toni… request for u!!! what about an mc with a cat who looks super sweet, and is to mc, but torments the brothers. and when theyre like “your cat is a demon” mc is just like “awwww no hes my baby!!! how could you say that!!!”
(I have a soft spot for these kinds of cats, okay, they just love their owner and don't like anyone else lmao xD)
By the way, these are to be taken in a comical sense! No cats were actually harmed by any demon boys!😽
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Lucifer:
At first, he tried to be indifferent to that cat being around, especially considering how important said cat was to MC
But the moment this cat started hissing at and scratching him for absolutely no reason, he was ready to throw the ball of fluff right out a window
Glaring fights all the time between these two, and I would not put it past Lucifer to even hiss right back at the cat to assert dominance
Cue puffed up demon form, wings flared out to try and be scary and intimidating, only for the cat to puff up in turn and spit and hiss even louder
(Get a spray bottle and spray them both down, seriously)
He brings up his issues with MC, who has the demonic thing in their lap, purring away as they pet him, acting all innocent and sweet
"No way! They wouldn't hurt a fly! You just don't like them cause you're a dog person, pff," they dismiss him and he just gets more angry and annoyed
He eventually asks MC to keep the cat in their room, unless they want him to turn them into a snack for Cerberus (rude, Luci. Rude)
Mammon:
He genuinely wants to be the cat's friend, cooing at them and wanting to pet and play with them; hell, he even gets toys with his own money!
But when the cat just hisses with full fangs showing and swipes at his face; oh it is f*cking on
They become mortal enemies, and he doesn't care who sees them fight; full on wrestling matches in the hallways, bedrooms, wherever these two are, they fighting
And when it comes to getting attention from MC? Whooo boy. It gets ugly!
He will literally yeet the cat across the room much to MC's horror and get a hard wack to the chest or even the head while they run to check on their precious baby
He complains to MC about how the cat is towards him, but he gets shut down immediately; "They are a good baby! You just like to antagonize them and cause trouble!"
You wound him, MC. Just you watch, one day he is gonna get it on camera to show how evil this cat really is!
Leviathan:
He thinks the cat is very cute, and tolerates them being in his room, up until they start climbing his shelves and knocking over his figurines
"No, kitty, you don't belong up there, come here! Let me get you do--WHAT THE FU-!"
Bites right down on his hand, growling in the process, and when he pulls his hand away, the cat starts hissing loudly as well
Goes full demon mode and ready to square up with this cat; he defiled his precious idols AND dared to attack him? Oooooh no sir!
Grabs the cat off his shelf and proceeds to start a wrestling match, cat scratching and hissing while he hisses and snarls in return
MC comes in to check on them only to scream and break up the fight, checking on their cat, leaving Levi to pout and whine at them about their cat being an asshole
"It's not like they did it on purpose, Levi! You could've seriously hurt them when in your demon form!"
Feels utterly betrayed by his Henry, a feral beast picked over him; he continues to pout and mumble while MC tends to their cat, giving Levi a few comforting headpats every now and then
Satan:
Determined to befriend this damned cat
He puts up with the hissing and the biting and scratching, all in the name of his love for the furry being
Please accept him, kitty, he is a desperate soul who wishes to bond with you and take care of you
Genuinely gets sad at how the cat starts to avoid him the more he tries to get close, and brings up this issue to MC
"Maybe try their favorite treats? I give them some whenever they do something good, so maybe that can help you bond?"
Makes it a point to get as many bags of treats as he can to try and win over this cat
Will give them a few when they start getting close, and even more when they are right next to him, so he can reach out and pet them
Gets rewarded in clawed up fingers and even a few scratches at his face when he tries to pick up the furious fur ball and give them a hug
Asmodeus:
Oh such a cutie, I would love to give them pets, come here little dar--OH OWWW!
Nope, not putting up with this evil thing, don't let them anywhere near this demon
The trust was broken immediately when he tried to take a chunk out of Asmo's delicate hand and it can not be gained back
The cat fluffs up and hisses whenever Asmo walks by them and he just gives them the biggest stink eye, softly growling at them in turn
If MC is spending time with him, he refuses to let the cat into his room, or whatever room they are hanging out in
He is not risking letting that animal bite him again, and he shows the bite mark to MC, complaining about how cruel their cat is
"Oh, no, he really is such a sweetheart though! He'll warm up to you, I promise, it just takes a little time. But don't give up on him!"
Asmo isn't sure if that cat will ever warm up to him, considering they practically glare holes into him any time he enters a room they are in!
Beelzebub:
He is very accepting of the furball right away, letting them follow him around and hang out with him
He even enjoys their company from time to time, despite how sometimes they growl when he tries to pet them
But when they start growling at him and attacking his hands to make him drop his food, oh...
MC come get your cat before Beel devours them in rage!!!!
Chases the cat around the house the first time this happens and almost destroys several rooms in the process
Complains very angrily to MC what the cat did, and his frown only deepens when they defend them. "I'm sorry Beel, I am sure they were just hungry! Or more than likely they were playing with you, they are a very playful kitty cat!"
Glares between MC and their cat, trying to keep calm and not get mad at MC because he understands how much the cat means to them
Asks MC, politely, if they can keep the cat away from the kitchen because he doesn't want that to happen again
Belphegor:
Cool, another nap buddy! He doesn't mind sharing his bed, or MC's bed for that matter, with this catto
But it definitely does not go as smoothly as he thought it would
He places down his cow pillow to lay on it when the cat immediately jumps on it, claiming it as their own
When he tries to get them to move, they hiss and spit, sinking their nails into the fabric and swiping at Belphie any time he tried to move them off the pillow
Another case of fighting between demon and cat that ends up getting broken up by MC walking in and finding them tugging at the pillow
When they get on Belphie's case and not the cat's, he gets super defensive and complains about how mean the cat actually is
"Oh c'mon Belphie, they just wanted to lay on your pillow, you don't need to get so upset about it. You can share, can't you?"
No. This is his pillow. Screw this cat! Hugs his pillow to his chest while glaring at the cat who settles MC's lap, planning ways to get his revenge on the furball
#obey me#shall we date obey me#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#satan#asmodues#beelzebub#belphegor#request#headcanon#cat tw#lordiavolo
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