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python333 · 10 months

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im in love with your content omg😭 your writing style is just chefs kiss

can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?

its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3

pardon? — python333

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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 2.6k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!

“—eah, and now we have to camp out here ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do it ‘imself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if they’re willing to leg it out of here with us,” An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.

You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent you’d been using for the past five minutes you’d been talking to this guy.

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” You agree, clearing your throat before asking, “You know where the others are stationed?”

“You don’t?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Mate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,” You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, “I just know I’ve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.”

The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if we’re in the same platoon, don’t you—”

You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of.

You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you.

“[c/n], how copy?” Price’s voice crackles through on your ear piece.

You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, “Copy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.”

“You were there for five bloody minutes,” Gaz’s voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, “How’d he already catch onto you?”

“The British are smarter than I thought,” You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like they’d snap if someone sneezed on them too hard—perfect for climbing up.

You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but don’t say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder.

“Reminder that there’s three British people with you, currently,” Ghost’s deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell he’s whispering into his mic, “All of which are very smart.”

“I caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, don’t fuckin’ talk right now,” You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like it’s going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and you’ll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up.

“They were circles,” Ghost says, exasperated, “I didn’t know if that made a difference.”

“I thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,” You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder.

“Yeah, L.t,” Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that he’s running, “Thought ye Brits were s’possed to ken everything ‘bout tea.”

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.

You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle you’d been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up.

You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that it’s aiming directly at one of the soldier’s heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get into—but doing this didn’t change much.

Regardless of if you got in or not, he would’ve died, and the others would’ve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.

You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, “The guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot ‘im down.”

“I don’t think we need to get in just yet,” Price hums, “But maybe in a minute.” “M’kay,” You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemy’s conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.

The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier you’d eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what they’ll do once they’re on leave—like they would be able to do that after you completed your assignment—and just some general team camaraderie.

The lackluster subjects of their conversations weren’t bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about.

It was their stupid accents you hated.

Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents aren’t stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents you’d heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.

They used slang words that you’re certain you’ve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didn’t even make sense—you heard one of them use the words, verbatim, ‘Don’t get stroppy’. Stroppy? Stroppy?

You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation they’d just started up.

“—eah, ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethin’ to happen,” One of the soldiers scoffs, “I’m telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runnin’ ‘round out here, I’m legging it from ‘im immediately.”

You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isn’t that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?

“You’re legging it?” The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, “What happened to you chattin’ to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?” “All that’s irrelevant when the fuckin’ grim reaper rolls around and starts murkin’ people like he’s been doing for the entirety we’ve been here, mate,” The first soldier laughs, “You think I wanna be here when he does that?”

“Don’t act like a prat about it, man—fuckin’ talking’ like you can outrun him.” “A prat? I’m not—” You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.

A prat? Legging it? Can’t be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, “I need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.” Immediately, Price’s voice rings through, “What? What is it? What happened?” “The soldiers are British and I can’t tell what they’re saying,” You answer, ignoring Price’s relieved sigh on his end, “I need help.” “Jesus, fuck, don’t scare me like that,” Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Alright, what do you need help with?”

“Figuring out what they’re saying.” This time, you hear Gaz’s voice crackle through, “Well, you’ve got three British people here—tell us what he’s saying.”

“One of the guys was talking about ‘legging it’ if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost ‘murking’ people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a ‘prat’ about it and he got all offended,” You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return.

“They’re just saying they’re gonna run away if they see Ghost because he’s been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is like…” Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, “Someone who’s kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.”

“They couldn’t just say that?” You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that,” Price’s voice cuts through, “Go ahead and shoot the guy down. I’m ready to head in.”

“Got it,” You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, “Shooting him now.”

You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.

You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers.

They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, “Price, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.”

Wordlessly, they do as they’re told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gun’s aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing it’s functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open.

“Thanks for that,” Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price.

“Uh huh. Of course,” You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap.

“Are they in?” Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. There’s no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.

Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk.

“Yeah, they’re in,” You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, “Didn’t you hear the sirens?”

You can see Soap’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well.

“I did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,” He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, “It’s a surprise seeing you here.”

“Imagine how I feel,” You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, “Ghost, you don’t wanna join us on the rooftops?”

“Absolutely not,” He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soap’s grin grow, ��I’m perfectly fine on the ground.”

“Where are you?” You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, “I feel like I haven’t seen you this whole time.”

“I’m just behind the facility,” Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, “I’m gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case there’s anyone left.”

“You’ve been behind the facility this whole time?” Soap’s voice cuts through, surprised by the fact.

“Mhm,” Ghost hums.

“It’s a bit boring back there, innit?” Gaz’s voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, “You can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.”

“Fucking faffing around?” You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle.

As if he can read your mind, Price’s voice comes through, “Faffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].”

You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, “You couldn’t just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?”

“It’s not silly,” Gaz says, his frown audible, “They were faffing around.”

“Jesus, fuck,” You breathe out, laughing lightly, “It’s totally silly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No it’s—”

“I just want one day where you two don’t start up stupid arguments like this,” Price’s tired sigh comes through, “Just one day, I beg of you both.”

“Aw, Captain, we were just faffing around,” You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic.

“That is absolutely not how you use that,” Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voice—from your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought.

“It sounded natural to me,” You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you.

“You’re insufferable,” Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, “Never use British slang again, please.”

“What if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?”

“Nothing can fix what you’ve said today, [c/n].”

“Well that’s dramatic,” You scoff, “I’ll learn British just for you guys.”

“Holy shit, please stop talking,” Price’s exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, “You’re both insufferable. Drop it.”

“… I don’t think I will,” You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, “I’ll use Duolingo or something to learn it.”

“British isn’t a language you learn, you muppet,” Price grumbles, making you snort.

“Muppet?”

“It’s someone who’s dumb and clueless and can’t take a hint, like you,” Ghost defines, “And Soap, most of the time.”

“Daen’t go draggin’ mae into this,” Soap’s voice quickly cuts through, “I haven’t said onything.”

“Uh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?” Gaz argues, ignoring Price’s protests for him to stop arguing, “About Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?”

“Oh, I’ll have you all know—”

“Ghost, don’t start—”

You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that they’d be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.

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takobaki · 4 months

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˚୨୧ Snowy innocence // PT 4 ˚୨୧

﹒⪩Yuu and the big bad crowd ⪨﹒

﹌﹌﹌Octavinelle dorm﹌﹌﹌

A/N: I think this is the longest chapter yet, so uhm hopefully it was worth the wait, this is also part 1 of Yuu and the big bad crowd 💀

Word count: 2040

WARNINGS: Implied abuse/neglect, kinda confusing maybe?, horrible writing, and characters are ooc

Other parts here

A little girl giggled as her mother pushed her back and forth on the swing set of the newly renovated park, the warm and sunny day being something new in their usually gloom and rainy town. It was a nice change, something needed, and almost picture perfect

"Higher mommy!"

The little girl giggled excitedly with a warm smile while looking behind her, to the woman who only nodded as she let out a chuckle. The two seemed to be having the time of their lives, enjoying some mother and daughter time together

"Hun, if I go any higher you'll fly off!" The mother chuckled as she covered her mouth with her hand, her warm comforting smile growing wider as her child giggled out loudly

"Come of hun, you know that isn't gonna happen!" The little girls father said with a grin as he walked over to his family, his hands resting on his hips "If the little lady says she wants to go higher, then let her go higher!" The dad joked, making the family laugh more, if that was even possible

Staring in jealousy and sadness, Alkni watched the Tvs on display show a happy family spending time at the park together.

Something she never got the consideration of being able to do

As tears welled up in her red eyes, she let out a quiet sob 'Why can't she be able to do that.... Why did her family seem so different from everyone elses- Was her family the problem'

Quickly wiping her tears with her small scarred fist, the little pale girl looked up, slightly surprised as the TV changed screens from the family, showcasing a new swing set

"Swingjoy is now more sturdy and can swing higher then any other swing set on the market! Perfect for your children-"

Alkni stared at the TV with her almost lifeless like eyes. No matter how much she cried or was sad, her eyes never seemed to hold the emotion to show that. 'I wonder if their really like that' The very small girl thought to herself as she clutched onto her dirty nightgown, not knowing the existence of 'Acting', as she thought that everything on TV was real, like most other kids her age did

"Do you think we can go to the park today" Alkni asked her mother as she peeked over the arm of the couch, trying to get a better view of her mother, flinching once her mother snapped her head towards her, rage filling the young womans eyes

"No! If it wasn't for you, I would be able to be relaxing right now instead of having to slave away at work! If I dont get to relax, neither do you!" The woman yelled as she raised her hand, about to hit the little girl until a ding caught her attention, making the woman roll her eyes as she angrily picked up her phone

"Your lucky this time brat" Her mother mumbled as Alkni stood frozen for a second from fear before quickly rushing off to the pathetic excuse of a 'room'

People always that theres two response during moments of danger or fear. Flight or Fight.

Yet there was a third one that Alkni knew all to well

And that was freeze

Sometimes in moments of danger or fear, people tend to freeze, go quiet and still in a attempt for the threat to pass and for them to remain unharmed, yet in some cases, it wouldn't work

Especially for Alkni

Shooting upwards from her much needed nap, Alkni was startled awake as a loud crashing sound was sent through the lounge, surprising even Azul as he had her sat on his lap, since the lounge was closed this late at night

Picking up Alkni gently, Azul sighed as he walked out of his VIP room, going to investigate the cause of the sound only to see Jade and Floyd already there, talking to the ramshackle perfect, grim, and a bunch of Scarabia students

"Surrender quietly!" One of the students yelled, making Alkni let out a quiet yelp as she quickly covered her ears

"Mrrow?! You chased us all the way here!? You guys are seriously stubborn, you know that!" Grim exclaimed as he held up his paw close to his mouth, his eyes wide in shock

Alknis red eyes widened in amazement as she looked at Grim. She had seen cats before, since she had lived on the streets for a good amount of time every week, yet this was the forst talking one shes seen

"Whats all the commotion at this late hour? You've woken up this poor child!" Azul said as he glared at the students who had randomly barged into his lounge at a late hour

"Your Azul Ashengrotto, the housewarden of Octavinelie!" One of the two students yelled making the girl tilt her head slightly. 'Who was Ash- Ashin groundo?' Yeah- thats how you say it...?

"Would you care to explain whats going on here" Azul asked as he raised a eyebrow in suspicion, while holding Alkni, who was started trembling slightly from the loud sounds, closer slightly. "Its none of Octavinelles business! Just hand over the two of them quietly" One of the students shouted as they bawled their hand into a fist

"W..Whats go...going on" Alkni asked quietly as she looked up towards Azul, tears welling up in her red eyes as she tugged on his sleeve slightly

"Now that I'm looking closer, would that be Yuu and Grim sprawled out and quivering on our floor?" Azul stated, almost as if asking a question of the Scarabia students "They look so dingy, I thought they were a pair of dustcloths" Azul said with a chuckle as a attempt to calm down the five year old in his arms ever so slightly

"Hey, are you yankin' my tail here? Who do you think your talking to! And your scaring Alkni!" Floyd said as his glare at the students hardened

"No fighting of any kind is permitted in the Mostro Lounge. This is a place for gentlemen" Azul hissed as he sneered downwards towards the disruptive students while still attempting to be professional, the pale girl nodding even though she didnt fully understanding the meaning of Azuls words

"What was that? Your interfering?" One of the Scarabia boys hissed as he crossed his arms over his chest, returning the glare Azul was giving him "Fine, We'll just have to do this the hard way!" The other boy said with a grin while placing his hand on his hip

Alkni froze. Those words were all to familiar to her. All she knew was that nothing good was going to come out of this situation, and she quickly stared to fear of the Octo-persons safety.

Memories- Memories she had oh so desperately wanted to forget had started to flood her brain like a ocean wave. A ocean wave during a horrible storm

"Why cant brats like you just learn to behave!? If it wasn't for you we would be living happily!" Her father yelled as he dragged her throughout the once clean and joyous house, now being dirty, almost as if it had been abandoned.

Crying, Alkni desperately clawed at her fathers rough fingers, fear filling her small body as she let out choked screams and cries "Fine! You wanna be a spoiled brat! I'll just have to do this the hard way!" The man yelled sharply as he turned to face Alkni, making her stop her attempts of freeing herself as she knew what was to come

Staring out the broken window into her broken and usually dirty home, Alkni stood on the tips of her toes as she peaked in, secretly begging, pleading, that her parents weren't home

"Hopefully she is home"

Alkni thought quietly to herself, tears whelming up in her red eyes, as she reluctantly opened the overly creaky door. If it was up to her, Alkni would just stay on the streets, the burning feeling of jealousy as she watched other kids her age having fun with their parents keeping her warm, instead of having to go back, yet it was the only way she could ever be warm

Warm....

Being warm was all she had ever wanted to feel, and yet she was never able to, as the two people who were meant to keep her warm was the reason as to why she was so cold... So freezing cold.... And yet with these new people- They made her feel so warm... such a desperately wanted feeling which had been long unfulfilled. She had never felt this warm in such a long time, and it was a new experience that should've been welcomed happily-

Yet she couldn't bring herself to welcome it...

She couldn't bring herself to trust these new people, as for all she knew they could end up just like them, leaving her feeling oh so cold. She didn't want that. She never wanted to even feel that in the first place, and yet the world seemed to have different plans for such a poor unfortunate soul like her

"You really love making us do things the hard way" Her mother mumbled as she flicked a invisible spec of dirt to her poor child, who was staring at her in fear, her small body unmoving as her eyes stayed trained on her "We really don't want to do this-" Her mother continued, placing her hands on her hips as she let out a sad sigh "And yet, you're making us do it. If it wasn't for you misbehaving then everything would be all fine" Alkni flinched hard at those words

'It is my fault isn't it..."

"I-I don't deserve to be afraid..."

Tears filled her mothers eyes as she looked to the side... Crocodile tears... A expression of 'sadness' apart on her tired face. Tired of working... And tired of being a mother

Some parents where never meant to have kids, and yet they make their kids suffer for something they cant control

Waking up with a quiet yawn, Alkni felt the warm and salty tears fall down her pale features, something she hadn't noticed till now-

It was all just a dream... or more of a memory, something her mind had subconsciously locked away as a way to cope, hoping to never see the light of day again. And yet, even those few words could bring back such horrible, painful, memories.

With a stretch, the young girl looked around the now quiet room, tilting her head as her eyes adjusted to the dim lights of the Mostro Lounge, which seemed to have been turned on ever so slightly for her in case she was afraid of the dark, just as many other kids were. 'Where are they...?: Alkni thought to herself as she pushed herself off of the barstool she appeared to be napping on, a uneasy feeling filling her chest as since right before everything went dark, it was as loud as a behive

With a hum, the pale girl began to walk around the seemingly empty Lounge, her footsteps echoing throughout the large and nicely decorated area.

Since when was this place so pretty? It looked almost out of a fairy tale, or one of those fancy movies shes seen on those large display TVs. Running her hand along the fishtank that resided nearby, her usually dull eyes grew in amazement, her mouth hanging slightly agape, as a fish suddenly swam closer to her

"H...hello g...een fish" Alkni spoke to the fish, as the fish gently pressed itself closer to the glass, making the 5 year old girl let out a sound she hadn't heard herself make in forever

A laugh

Falling back in surprise of the sudden sound that came from her own lips, Alkni caught herself with her elbow before she could hit the ground too hard, somehow causing the sound to continue, this time much more pronounced.

She had forgotten what this foreign sound that came from her mouth had felt like, as she hadn't had a reason to truly laugh or smile in years, and yet, although strange-

it felt nice, and made her feel warm inside

#twisted wonderland #twst #twistedwonderland #disney twst #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #child reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst oc #azul twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twst x child oc #twst x child reader

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yandevee · 7 months

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Johnny Cage × Reader

Chapter 1

You are a fangirl but he is kinda into it because he loves the attention

In all fairness, you didn't really mean to go through a glowing blue portal.

You usually spend your days wondering the streets of the oh so famous Hollywood. Honestly in contrast to popular belief fame city wasn't all hot gossip and movie shoots.

There was a dark side, a poor and homeless side, that had been creeping up throughout the years.

You...are a part of that percentage. There is a lovely little place on the tip top of an apartment building that you have found sanctuary. A lovingly crafted shack made from two tall and sturdy pieces of plywood and a blanket draped over the top. The loving part was the string of battery-operated lights that you managed to steal from a dollar store. Along with your trusty, kinda beat up CD playing laptop you may or may not have also stolen...

It's not much but it's yours, along with the beautiful view of the walk of fame.

You wished desperately to get to that place you call 'home', but fate seems to have a different plan.

---pov---

Oh shit oh fuck. I've really done it now.

You know all these years of shoplifting and never ONCE has someone chased me down a street for a fucking CD!

"Just stop running! If you give it back I swear I won't call the cops!" This guy has some damn good stamina.

My legs beg me to give in, but there was absolutely no way in hell I'm giving this up. It's Johnny's newest film!

"YOU DEFINITELY DONT GET PAYED ENOUGH FOR THIS SIR! Probably $8.00 a hour at MOST." I yelled over my shoulder, not looking where I'm going.

Wait.

Why is it daytime?

WHERE DID THAT GUY GO?

I stop and catch my breath. At the very least, this means he won't get me. "How did I even get here?"

"That's what I want to know." I'm mildly embarrassed at the yelp that left me. Only a tad. Ok, maybe a lot.

I nearly jump out of my skin and turn around to see a man with... white glowing eyes? He's tall with dark hair pulled partially into a bun, wearing a white, undone shirt and dark blue pants.

"Uh, you're not the guy from the video store."

"Definitely not." It feels like his gaze is burning holes in me. Clearly, I'm somewhere I'm not supposed to be.

He took my stiff figure in slowly, like as if he was trying to scan me for...well something. "You are lost?" Uh, no shit?

I don't know the guy. I can't just say that out loud, so I settled with a nod. He looked more relaxed and settled his eyes on the CD I had clutched to my chest.

"Where am I? If you don't mind me asking that is-" I've had my fair share of fights to know that I don't wanna be on this guy's list. Especially since his eyes are glowing like a comic villain.

He gave me one more once over before giving a soft smile. "How about you follow me, and we can discuss your questions." I'm not too sure about that one chef. This has murder written all over it.

For whatever reason, I find myself following after him despite my thoughts.

He led me through courtyards of men in orange that were training tirelessly. There were beautiful statues and lush greenery that complimented the stone pathways. I took it all in, and the only thing the serene setting gave me was more and more questions.

HEWOO~ HAI

This is my first time writing something like this but I CRAVE more Johnny content and honestly I was like 'Oh wait I can make some' so here I fucking AM!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAA there will be more parts definitely but hope you enjoyed chapter one! Next one should be longer- baiiii

#johnny cage #johnny cage smut #johnny cage x reader #mk1

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kingdoms-and-empires · 2 months

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Hey, wanted to say I am in love with your work. Really fantastic! May I ask: Do you have any pieces of advice for inspiring CoG writers or Interactive Fiction writers? Thank you and can't wait for more.

Im absolutely welcome these types of asks as they help remind me of what ive learned myself. Im going to try and say what i think every aspiring writer should hear to help them start out. Here we go: 1) Ensure you know what how much youre writing from the very beginning and plan accordingly. If it is a smaller story, do not be super ambitious, use it as a starter game to learn the basics of choicescript and learn the social media aspect of producing a title. If it is a large story, say over 800k words long, then you NEED to have an outline for each arc to help you know A to B for the story beats. Make outlines upon outlines and you will be doing yourself a favor. ESPECIALLY when coding. 2) THIS ISNT LIKE WRITING TRADITIONAL NOVELS. Know that Interactive Fiction is frustrating to write. You can write 3k words for a choice group, and players will only see 500 words or less worth of content for that choice group. Do not feel disheartened, for it is what it is. Just know youre doing a good job providing content and playable interaction with choices! Just be aware and mindful of not injecting bad or useless content in these choices! Have it matter in some way, either to represent/flesh out the world, characters, who the MC is, consequences, relationship changes, and foreshadowing.

3) Do not get too caught up with reader interaction. Your main job is to write write write. Create a hard limit for how many asks you answer, how much time you spend interacting with readers, and know what type of questions you should answer. Simply put: Be strategic! There may be a great question, but it could be too spoilery or it could take too much of your time to answer. 4) I learned this the hard way. Do not release information about the ROs until you actually reach the part in the story we meet them. If i can go back in time, i wouldnt have announced mine so soon haha. Youre gonna be eager to share your work and talk about it, but youll only be shooting yourself in the foot with people who only seek romance from your game! Also, dont overshare about em. You could retcon something and a reader may get upset with the change. Keep it simple! 5) Set low goals. Do not overpromise. You will feel guilty for failing and it may/will affect you mentally and your willingness to write. 6) You are not perfect, and that's okay!!! I struggle with this (and honestly everything ive listed here), but reminding yourself that its okay to not be perfect will help. You're human. It's hard to remember, and take it seriously, but you have to try. 7) Choice of Games (and more specifically Hosted Games) offer amateur writers a chance to share their work with others. Though games are becoming more and more expansive and huge, don't feel like you HAVE to do the same. A Mage Reborn is widely considered to be one of the best titles to have come out in recent years, and is listed at having 160k words! Small package (160k is by no means small in any capacity, dont get it twisted) big impact! 8) Know what type of game and title youre writing. If your project is focused on romance, dont spend more than necessary on worldbuilding, action, or thematically unrelated things. Stick to what the focus is, and your strength! 9) Ask for help. Seriously. You are combining coding and writing, so there's bound to be errors and things you wont understand. The CoG forums and Twine communities are always ready to help. Reach out to the communities or other authors for help. Just remember that some may be too busy to really help, so don't feel disheartened if one doesnt have the time. There are others, and you usually only need one to say yes to help figure out what youre struggling with or why you keep getting that error message. 10) Understand that you are giving a piece of your soul out there. It sounds corny as hell, but it's the simple truth. There is literal risk involved as a creator, no matter if you write, develop, draw, sing, perform, etc. There's obviously the risk of spending too much time on a hobby or dream for too little gain, but what im referring to is the all too common story of a creative putting their heart and soul into something important to them, and receiving no attention or being told it sucks. It will damage you, and perhaps even break you. Because again, you may have given it your all. So please take care of your mental health. It's okay to retreat and stop for a while. That doesnt make you a failure. Most of us creatives do this because we love the subject, and want to share what we can with others that love the industry, hobby, or topic theyre in. Remember that love, and remember what made you fall in love enough to put yourself out there. Remember you started for the art and craft.

#kingdomsandempires #interactive fiction #authors of tumblr

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spacedlexi · 3 months

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Of all the difficult choices in each season of TWDG, What would say are the ones that you struggled with the most for each season?

HMM good question. there are some choices i feel conflicted about when i get to them but these are for the most part the ones that i actively dread having to make (which i like 😏 those are the best choices). there are other choices throughout the series that i feel Bad about, but not necessarily conflicted. like. i Know what my choice is, but i still feel bad about the consequences 😔 these are the ones that i actually mentally find myself battling. i just love the kinds of choices that make me sit on a pause screen for too long when its really Not That Serious

S1: help lilly/help kenny - the circumstances of this choice are what make it hard. literally a ticking time bomb. do you try to save lillys father? even tho hes been nothing but a complete jackass to you AND the group this entire time and put himself in this situation? or do you try to save the group by destroying his brain before its too late? clem being there watching doesnt help because now theres the added layer of "do i brutally murder this man in front of this child even if it means saving her life?" i usually end up trying to help lilly just because i know kenny is gonna do it regardless (and i dont want her to feel completely ostracized by the group). the idea of puling this woman back from her dying father so we can brutally murder him in front of her is.... a lot. like.. you can TRY to save him you know?? even if he turns hed still have to get off the ground first just hold the salt lick ready kenny 💀 plus you still have to actually Die first before turning. theyd have a second to feel his pulse stop. but its a very hectic scene where youre forced to act first think later. and either way clem is forced to see it. the worst part about it is knowing kenny is gonna be on my ass about it even tho i side with him on LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE 😐😑

shoot lee/leave lee - its just 😭 telling this little girl to kill the one person she has left, moments after seeing her dead parents. its time for her to start doing the hard things. but to tell her to do THIS?? you are fucking that child up beyond belief. but also the guilt she'll carry if she DOESNT do it, knowing hes still in that jewelry store, possibly chained to it, forever (which the narrative impact of lee starting and ending the game in handcuffs (possibly a prisoner in his own body??) makes me SCREAM AND CRY LEEEEEEEEEEE THATS GOOD NARRATIVE BAYBEE).

S2: shoot kenny/look away - another "is clem ready to do this?" kind of moment. its time for her to start making her own choices. what does SHE want?? i think even a clem who shoots kenny is gonna be conflicted about it on some level. recently i played a clem who let kenny kill jane then shot him anyway. that was cool :) and the moment is way more dark than shooting him outright. no heartfelt goodbyes. just a tired "do it". oof. the set up for the kenny/jane fight is Not Good like we ALLLLLL KNOOWWW it shouldve been luke ok. but the choice itself is still a HUGE character moment for clem, and its one of my favorite and most dreaded choices in the series. how is clem feeling about kenny at this point? is shooting him something she can do?? before its too late?? or will she be paralyzed by choice? this is a choice she Never shouldve had to make, but here she is, and she has to. before time runs out. i like my clems alone so usually i either wait out the clock (no choice is still a choice. clem just cant do it but cant look away either) and stay at wellington (good alone ending), or i shoot him 1 of 2 ways (clem Can do it)(bad alone ending). shooting him after he kills jane is just like 2 birds one stone to me SHDHSJKDS 💀 and it hits that middle ground of being paralyzed by choice but still ultimately Making A Choice, just too late for it to matter to anyone but herself. and her line of dialogue finding aj alone "we're gonna be ok, we're gonna be ok" like shes trying to reassure herself more than anything WAAAHH i kinda liked it a Lot actually 👀

S3: ??? romancing kate or not i guess?? - its the only one that really made me feel conflicted (aside from maybe the conrad thing?? sorry clem but im gonna force you to stick around actually i like it for the Narrative and it makes gabe less annoying later. also conrads alright). do you respect your brother or do you get with his wife who hates him LOL. because its not one choice you make, not really. its one the game is constantly asking of you, putting you in situations where the choice needs to be made again and again until finally you make the Ultimate choice about it. people who complain about the game being so pushy about it are kinda funny to me because like, ya.. thats the whole point.... (ive pushed back defiantly Literally just because of how pushy the game is about it tho so like i get it) she is a temptation the game is intentionally dangling in front of javi. she is the Final source of conflict between the brothers. will he remain loyal or give into it? i say give in 😏 give david something to actually be mad about. ive both romanced her and not, and the game kinda feels stunted if you dont? like... i Get It. thats your brothers wife who is still wearing her ring after YEARS of him being gone. theres 😬 feelings there. but even if you dont romance her the game still punishes you by having her be weird about it in the garage in front of david anyway. i say do it even tho its messy. it makes the story more sound imo which S3 desperately needs at that point. javi can still feel bad about it. what DID david expect?? i love mess :)

S4: kill couple/send aj inside - i love a choice that gives me a lot to think about. even if the actual in game consequences are flimsy to none. with this choice specifically, what makes it hard is the fact that the couple asked to be left alone. if they were just two walkers it wouldve been a no brainer. but with their final request, it becomes a matter of respecting the dying wish of this sad couple (which becomes narratively relevant at the end of the game OUGH WHEN IT COMES BACK). and will you teach aj that respecting those wishes is important? he needs to learn to become self sufficient anyway. clem crawled through her own number of dangerous holes in her youth. but thats the other side of it. that clem, knowing personally how dangerous crawling into those spaces where no one could follow was, i dont know how comfortable she would be letting aj do the same. but also, she doesnt want him to grow up too hardened. if she kills this couple, its pushing him further into that hardened mindset. to do whatever you have to to survive, no matter the cost to others. its a choice i find myself sitting with the longest even tho its consequences are pretty much just 2 lines of dialogue ("that couple clem tried to Guilt me about" LMAO YEAH ITS TRUE AJ THIS IS A LEARNING MOMENT FOR YOU). but yeah this is a choice i have a 50/50 chance with going either way on. every time i kill the couple i feel so bad about it 😭 (and so does clem 🥺). it being more of a philosophical question instead of an actual gameplay decision is what i like about it

not sure/take things slow/girlfriends/kiss - NOT JOKING ABOUT THIS ONE its actually so hard for me HSDHSDJKSJKDJK i dont have a paragraph of reasons why tho i just love them all differently. the first two feel the most realistic. i do like the idea of taking things slow and the dialogue for it is really sweet. but also. they might die or be taken tonight. so one kiss before everything could come crashing down on them is nice. but also hearing them call each other girlfriends???? adds years to my life. vi in ep 3 being like "um so you said you wanted to be girlfriends 🥺?" and clem like "😏 ya" i just love hearing them say it 😭 Out Loud 👁👁. and then either way clem gets another chance to kiss her in the woods in ep 3 so it works out. and 2 more kisses in ep 4 from vi this time!! thank you devs for my life 🙏 what a wonderful choice

i love choice games so much just because of the questions they ask of you. i honestly LOVE looking through the player choice stats i find them SO INTERERSTING ESPECIALLY the ones that are split perfectly 50/50. i would literally look at the stats for every single choice im not joking. where are the stats

#replies with lexi #incognito #twdg #i have a few asks that require essay responses and i just have Not had the time lately 😭 im getting to them #read more i talked too much 😔

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 3 months

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Lol how do i explain this chain of events...

there's no way i can make it brief xD So..today i was in an odd mood, feeling so sensitive that any time someone talked to me i almost flinch from how overwhelming it is. And a certain heaviness. sunday is slimbo's only day off tho so i wanted to hang out. We decided to draw, and as we were finishing setting up i suddenly remembered my stereo & how i havent used it all winter. i grabbed it from my room n put it on slimbo's bedroom floor , i was sitting next to it as we focused on drawing for a few hours n listened to CDs.

then as we were about to eat dinner slimbo suggested we watch sopranos. i was reluctant due to my mood today, and ok hear me out: Something about sopranos has like, consistently felt really psychic to me, cus i dont watch it that often but every time i do it's like. that episode will be freakishly synchronized w something happening in my life at that moment. usually in a metaphorical way. Could just be power of suggestion but ive never rly had that with a show before except for a few animes.

ANYWAYS..i agreed to watch it because i felt it to be fateful that slimbo suggested it. like Ok what message is this supposed to send me today, might as well see since i'm already in this strange mood. We sat on the ground where i was drawing and started watching. and ofc, (spoiler warning,) ofc the last ep we watched was the one where junior shoots tony, so this episode is the one where tony's dying in hospital (and having his prolonged dream sequence). Which, if you know me, you maybe know about my Core Wound, but if you dont, well, it definitely involves hospitals and death and fathers. So i'm just sitting there watching like LMAO 🙂 Ok Guess this is what's on tonight's agenda Let's Gooooo 🙂

and i can see slimbo keeps looking at me with an expression like "we can turn it off" but i was like nah im going to watch this im curious now. (i havent seen season 6 of sopranos in 6 years and its the season i have the least memory of because when i watched it i was high as fuck on opiates due to getting my appendix removed (awful experience) so it kinda feels like my first time seeing it). i keep watching and THEN. THE WEIRDEST SHIT OF MY LIFE OCCURED

the fucking scene. Where carmela's in the hospital room with tony and she receives a stereo from chris. she takes it out of the box and i'm like wait....it's only showing the back of it at first, but it looks so familiar, i look over to my right where my stereo is coincidentally sitting on the floor next to me with the back facing me. it's the same. then i see her open the cd slot. ITS THE EXACT SAME FUCKING STEREO SAME color SAME model SAME Everything !!!! and the part that freaked me out most is that my stereo is always just sitting on top of my tv i almost never move it even when i use it but at that moment it just happened to be sitting there on the floor RIGHT FUCKING NEXT TO ME !!!

idk. it gave me kind of an adrenaline rush. it freaked me out. like that is bizarre i dont know. especially with the context of the stereo in the show and how it's there in the hospital to play music for tony as he's basically dying. hospital scenes r always like, intense for me on a cellular level. but that just kinda blew my mind. i got this stereo from a thrift store 2 years ago i had no idea it was in the show lol. IDK. i feel like there's a message here. something to do with my dad and healing and music. See im telling you like.....sopranos makes me consistently feel that God is joking around w me, its ususlly just a feeling but today it was tangible. so.... o_o

#timing

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tea-and-secrets · 9 days

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I feel horrible about this, but it's escalated to a point where this issue could destroy my life if I don't find a way to stop doing it.

So, for some reason, I get these really intense, obsessive, really disturbing fascinations with people. There's no pattern to them, no specific personality type or anything that sets it off, and I have never had more than one or maybe two per year, although they don't usually last more than a few (3-5) months. They're NOT hyperfixations. I've been hyperfixated on people before. For me, it never lasts more than 2 months (usually FAR less) and is entirely platonic, not at all violent or distressing, and doesn't make me upset in any way. I've had hyperfixations and an obsession at the same time, once I had an obsession and hyperfixated on each of his main friends within a 3 month span rapid fire style.

These obsessive feelings are like. Needing to talk to them, intrusive thoughts about hurting them, wanting to find them IRL (even if they live states away), to show up where they are, to call them at ofd hours, constantly imagining a future together, and they're always very romantic/explicit in nature. They make me feel physically ill from how gross they are. They're like nonstop intrusive thoughts of a relationship, but with this intense desire to constantly act on them and a need to be around the person all the time. And not being close to the person makes the intrusive thoughts worse.

It has never happened with someone I have actual romantic attraction to, but it happens even if I don't know them in person or we never met IRL. Usually after they fade I feel ambivalent or cold or just vaguely normal about the person. So basically after a few months of agony it sorts out and I am free usually for 8-10 months. I've never dated someone I have an obsession with. I understand them enoughto know they wouldn't mimic intrusive thoughts if they were genuinely romantic feelings. Plus, they don't last. They always fade eventually and honestly, they seriously freak me out. I don't want to have murderous intrusive thoughts when someone doesn't pick up a Skype call. That's not my idea of romantic.

Usually, I just wait for these feelings to pass, or limit contact with the person, but this time. It's so much worse.

The person is my friend, and way too young for me. He's not a minor, he's just to young for me (4 years younger, its my personal thing). He's taken, not my type, and I've always seen him as a pesky younger brother of sorts, so I never even considered this would happen. Having these feelings about him makes me feel violently ill. I've tried ignoring him and pushing him away until they stopped, but he noticed and I feel guilty punishing him for a problem that's only in my head. It isn't his fault there's something wrong with me. But I dont know what to do. If I told him about it, I'm worried he might think I like him (I don't think I do, I know how my obsessions are and it isn't love) and based on comments he's made, I'm worried he might actually try to rope me into a polycule or shoot his shot with me. Neither of those would be good places for my mental state.

I also really don't want our other friends to hear about this because I have a crush on one friend who's way older than me (we're both adults but we would NOT have gone to high school together ha ha) and I still want to hold out hope that in a few years she might see me as a viable partner (a bi can dream...) which would be jeopardized if she knew I'm basically a freak of nature.

So I need to figure out how to fix this part of me, FAST. I can't keep doing this and I'm scared things will fall apart or I'll lose it trying to fix this but I'm scared of losing everything.

I wish I could just have been born normal but I wasn't and now I have to fix it. It doesn't feel fair, and I hate it, but I want to be normal and not have to deal with this anymore. I want to just be okay, and I don't know how. I just know that normal people don't do this and this scares me. I don't want to hurt people, I don't want to be like this, and I don't know how to fix it, so I just suffered in silence for years. And now I have to fix it and don't know where to start. I just needed to tell someone about it.

#long post

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ebonybow · 7 months

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oh so we can choose which blog to reply to posts from now but im still sending asks from my stupid dead blog. anyway sex pollen scargrian 👀👀👀👀👀👀 if u dont mind

Augh I KNOW pls Tumblr, catch up!!!

I have a whole bunch of this sex pollen written but it's mostly from the start of this year, and it needs some major rewriting because I feel like I didn't have a proper grasp on their voices yet. Premise: Grian falls into a weird spore blossom cave and comes home feeling unwell, and Scar checks in on him a few times, clueless as the sex pollen fever progresses.

Sex Pollen:

Grian’s various pieces of armor are scattered in the hall outside the bathroom, as though he’d flung himself into the shower or bath the moment that Scar had left the night before, though his elytra are neatly hung in their usual spot near the door.

And then, he finds Grian in bed in his room, tucked into the back of the base, bare shoulders peaking out from beneath his bedsheets. The air is stuffy back there, almost muggy with the windows closed, and Grian is asleep face-first in his pillow.

So Scar does the most sensible thing and checks if he’s still breathing, leaning in close.

“Scar,” Grian startles awake and Scar lets out a hoot of surprise, stumbling backward to avoid being headbutted. “Why? What are you doing here? Why?”

Grian's voice is rough with sleep and confusion as he clears his throat, blearily pushing himself into a more upright position in his bed.

“Checking you’re alive,” Scar intones, as cooly and matter of factly as he can. He’s definitely not distracted by just how shirtless Grian is, as he – seemingly self-conscious – gathers his sheets and pulls them close around his torso.

Grian is– small is the wrong word, despite the height difference. Grian is strong. You don’t haul blocks around for hours on end every day without building some muscle.

“It’s morning?”

“It’s morning. Your bedhead is adorable.” That’s a normal Scar Thing to say, right? “Anyway, you’re breathing, so. My job here is done.”

Grian's gaze visibly softens again at Scar's flustering, and he slouches back a little bit in the bed.

"No, sorry. Sorry. I'm glad you're here," he says, and it sounds like an admission. He's still so very pink-cheeked, a reflection of the night before, but now Scar can see that it goes all the way down his chest between his pecs. He looks warm. Hot. "I'm glad you checked in on me."

It's like watching glass fog over, the way Grian's eyes cloud, suddenly hazy. He licks his lips.

"You got any water on you?"

"Well sure," Scar says, slipping his pack off his shoulder to rummage through. "Have you eaten? I have, ooh, I brought an apple."

"You brought snacks?" Grian asks, sounding somehow weaker this time, eyes wide and glossy as he looks up at Scar, accepting a bottle of water from him.

"Of course," Scar smiles, and sets an apple down on Grian's nightstand, and a small tub with some watermelon. "Who else is gonna take care of you?"

Grian suddenly makes a strange and very un-Grian noise, like a choked-off whimper, lips parting on an inhale before he bites down on his lip. Of course Scar is staring at his mouth now. Of course he is.

"Uh huh," Grian says, suddenly intent. "Scar, I need you to fuck me."

Had Scar been looking anywhere but Grian's mouth, he may have thought he misheard. Except, he literally sees the words come out of Grian's mouth.

"You- huh. You want me to check that fever?" He says, moving to get up off the bed as Grian's hand shoots out to stop him. "I might have a thermometer back at my place."

"No, Scar, listen."

"You are clearly delirious."

"I'm not. I mean I am, probably, but listen."

It's not hard to break free from Grian's grasp, and Scar takes a step back to catch his breath. The room is stiflingly warm, even more apparent now than before.

"You- you want to take care of me right?" Grian rises to his knees just to get closer to Scar again, clutching his bedsheets close over his lap to at least preserve some dignity, Scar assumes.

"Of course," Scar says, but it comes out weaker than he'd appreciate. The words have an entirely new meaning now but his answer is still the same.

#fic meme

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hiro-doodlez · 1 year

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TUTORIAL/PROCESS ON..Uh… MY ART!!!

Using this recent drawing as reference!

(Blueberror by @loverofpiggies )

OKAY HERE WE GO!

First off, I use procreate, and, surprisingly, NO custom brushes!! Almost all of them are default and you can find just by browsing around. And also, some of the tips are only on procreate, really sorry!! But i bet there are a lot of Ibis, CSP, Ect. equivalents!

BEFORE ART AND.. UHHH STUFF YOURE DOING IN THE BACKGROUND??

Almost ALWAYS when drawing, i have something happening/playing in the background like music, a show/movie that ive watched like a million times (Steven Universe), or maybe even an art stream (jakei my beloved /hj) Honestly anything in the background is nice!

More on that, if you like music, i totally suggest finding mood based playlists that is based on what youre drawing. So if youre drawing just cute fluff then put on something that reflects that!! Does it have any actual effect on the art itself? Probably not!! I just like it a lot LMFAO. You can even find tons of character related playlists on spotify you can listen to!

Also suggest having maybe a small art station somewhere! I personally have a small art area that i set up LITERALLY 2 DAYS AGO and i LOVE IT. Anywhere really works, it can literally be your bed!! I just really like the idea of somewhere dedicated to my hobbies, im a nerd :D

ALSO MAKE SURE TO STAY HYDRATED

I also suggest, especially if you tend to draw for long periods of time, to do hand stretches and stuff. (Above my desk i have a stretching guide thingy by @tizzymcwizzy that i suggest doing before during and after longer sessions)

SKETCHING AND FIRST PART OF THE PROCESS!!

First off, one thing that has always been a huge help has been keeping a sketchbook always to jot down ideas, especially in school when we’re not allowed on any personal electronics. I barely use it now that its summer, but it always has been a huge help keeping one with me almost everywhere i go! Plus, its always a lot of “woah eww” when looking back at old art, its kinda like a little archive!!

BUT THATS NOT WHAT YOURE HERE FOR PROBABLY

The big things youre thinking about when sketching down your ideas is NOT making it perfect. The sketch 99% of the time will look absolutely terrible and thats okay, and honestly preferred! Most of the time nobody will even see it, so dont worry about trying to make it look polished. Youre just trying to put the idea on the canvas, thats all youre focused on! Try to stay loose and simple!

BACKGROUND (sometimes)

Fun fact: I usually go from sketch to background to lineart!

I do this for 2 main reasons: firstly, because doing the background can help establish the mood, and also mainly to help pick the colors later on! Although, a lot of the time i dont even do this lol, only for drawing where theres actually a background (im a fraud)

Also, for backgrounds, especially for things like landscapes, you want to try to work with big shapes to refined details, never just tiny sections at a time!

Heres the original background:

LINEART

Cry. Cry until theres no tomorrow and hope that you make something worthy of looking at /j

OKAY ACTUALLY, HERES WHAT I TEND TO KEEP IN MIND:

Keep most lines in one big stroke, not many tiny ones

On digital, erasing is super easy, feel feee to over shoot your lines and erase back over

For things with more emphasis, make bolder lines, for example, the eyes or hands

If the lineart just isnt working out, feel free to literally just refine the sketch until it looks like lineart (I DO THIS A LOT)

Cry

Thats all I’ve figured out, lineart is still a mystery to me..

BASIC COLORING!! (Yayy coloring the best part)

First what i do when putting down basic colors is just try to figure out what would be the best general colors, sometimes you can use those little dots on character sheets and use that to figure out what colors would look best together

Youre not going for perfect and youre just jotting down the colors, keep it messy n stuff, no refined details allowed!

After you finish putting down the colors, your new bestfriend in procreate (idk about other equivalents) is the curves, color balance, and hue saturation and brightness function (found in the second dot on the top row). These let you adjust the colors very easily!! I love them a lot!!!

BASIC SHADING

(Sometimes)

Now, a lot of the time i use the basic Multiply layer method, where i just use a dark purple and set the layer to multiply, but recently ive been doing it a BIITTT differently

Basically, take the base color from the previous step and increase the saturation, and decrease brightness, like this:

And then, lower the opacity of the brush down to MAYYYBEEE 5%, take that new color that you have, and take the… hue?? Maybe?? Like, blue green purple ect, but keep saturation and brightness mostly the same. Then, layer layer layer with those different colors, or dont! Use funky colors and shading in places where they shouldnt be, make it crazy!! Dont let it make sense!! There are no set rules for this part AT ALL!! Youre just having fun now! >:)

I totally suggest looking at @yo-honne s art for coloring inspiration. I base mine off theirs A LOT.

TEXTURING N STUFF!

Pro tip for this: spiderverse.

OKAY BUT ACTUALLY the spiderverse movies style is INCREDIBLE, i highly suggest just staring at it and taking mental notes on practically everything

For texturing, i tend to go kinda crazy. I like to use the grid and decimals brushes for shading and lighting respectively on procreate

For this part, you can use mostly random colors, and there are literally no rules!! Youre SUPPOSED to make it look crazy!! No rules man! Put it in random places and HAVE FUN! Go fast and try not to think much about what youre doing!! Dont use the right colors EVER!

FINAL DETAILS AND TOUCHUPS

At this part, you marry procreate.

Overlay layers are your best friend, experiment with them A LOT because that REALLY help making your art pop! Especially with overlay gradients

On procreate, theres a thing called chromatic aberration, that can make colors look blurred and glitchy, use that with errored characters! Or dont!

Use halftones feature!!! It really help!! If you wanna do lighting, you can use an airbrush brush and then use the halftones feature, or just use the decimals brush!!

For lighting try to use layers like screen or add! Or dont, make it random colors for lighting! Go and have fun!

On a new layer, set it to something like vivid light, hard light, ect. And use very vibrant colors to go over lines and areas you feel need more emphasis in the artwork!! Especially if, like in this one, the characters colors are so dark you can barely see the lines

Mess with random brushes in your app and use those to your advantage!

Work fast and try not to stress! Take breaks and take care of yourself!

FINAL NOTES

I can not stress enough, EXPERIMENT!! Try to put random elements of art and stepping out of your comfort zone as much as you can! Have fun and go random! (I think thats my new catchphrase)

Reference things if you want to try something new. For a while i thought references really only meant for weird poses, but it can be for anything!! For this one, i literally looked up spider punk spiderverse and used that as reference, and for the background (before i put filters on) i referenced samdoesarts!

If you feel like messing with colors, make the background something random and try to make the character look… well with the background?? Kinda hard to explain lolol

This is a general guide for my art, and i hardly ever even follow it myself. I fluctuate with my art a ton, taking outisde influences to put into the art and never staying with the same thing every time. My art process is wild and random and very much confusing even to me, and i like it that way!

This whole thing ive developed mostly on my own, and by taking tons of inspiration from other art i found appealing! So some of it might literally be wrong!! SORRYY

Would like to note ive never made ANYTHING like this so… sorry if it sucks!!

(((( @overthinkingintrovert-blue ))))

#THIS TOOK SO LONG #undertale au #undertale #utmv #blueberror sans #art tutorial #RAHHH

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willwoodlover222 · 4 months

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Thats it, im ranting about the entire Jest lore!!!!

I am FINALLY going to do this!!! Since Alex covered the general stuff that brought us to where we are now, I figured I could go more into detail about my favorite jester's side of things! Alrighty, so Jest and Order (if you don't know who she is, you can find the info about her at the end of this rant) met after Order was tasked with assinating them for being a part of a large family tree that has history of being very violent and having bloodlust. Order tried to shoot Jest, magically has no ammo in the gun. (plot armor!!?!?!) Jest casually strikes up a conversation with the person who just tried to kill them, breaks their radio resulting in Order not being able to call any backup. I don't correctly remember how, but they live in a house together after that, dont think too deep about it. A very powerful incarned called Animosity proceeds to fuck with them. And by that, I mean killing Order in front of Jest with their bare hands. (I am NOT going over what happened with the love incarnate nope nuh uh uh) and then kills Jest as well. The incarnate of Life comes and scolds Animosity like their a child and grants them immortaily (EXEPT if their killed by someone) as some sort of punishment. Life revives Jest and Order and provides them with their own house. Jest and Order start to reluctantly become work partners at most. Order also separated from the people who made her attempt to assinate Jest. (the justice system) The two do normal missions as usual. Finding a talking catapillar whos just REALLY horny, the catapillar (who is now a full on incarnate named Desire) and Eros (incarnate of lust) "ask" (barge in) to stay with them for a while. The two find an incarnate they met a long time ago (mirror). They ask for their help with finding their boyfriend Echo and Order and Jest accept. After a bit, Order and Jest go to a bar, get really drunk, kiss, stuff like that. Next morning they regret kissing and go back to the quest of finding this dudes boyfriend. It takes them a while and talking to tons of different people to even get a clue about where they are. They go and talk to this group called The Federation about it, get kidnapped. Jest has a crisis while Order attempts to break them out and fails. Guard comes, brings them each to a room to be experimented on. Strange glitch incarnate part of another group called The Rebellion comes and breaks the four out. (they got echo back) Jest and Order go home together. A bit after that, Jest's really bad father breaks into Jest and Order's house and fights Jest (in the middle of the night). Order wakes up to see Jest absolutely beating the shit out of their father and ripping their throat out. (i like giving jest wild animal vibes) Jest and Order sell the body to this snake lady who toatally isnt a ripoff Scythe. (from phighting) They go and get boba after Jest showers. They have a conversation about Jest's daddy issues and some more actually serious stuff. Order tells Jest they havnt figured out how to repay them for all they've done for her and leans closer. Jests idiot little feline brain dosn't realize whats happening, then Order commits the thingy me and Alex waited 2 years to do.

After that Order comtimplates what she just did as Jest tries their best to process what just happened. Order lets Jest attempt to cook as she goes to talk to Mirror and Echo. (who are asking to come and live with the 2 for a bit) Jest sets some food on fire, almost burns the house down. Jests tries to ask Order to date, Order decides they should take some time before dating. Jest tells Order about their mom and Order says they should try to contact her since they have Jests now-dead fathers phone. Their mom comes over and is EXTREMELY exited and just as energetic as their child. Two people who work under an incarnate called Archangel come and asks for Jest's mom for a meeting. Jest and Order come along with her. Jest meets tons of incarnates. More notable are Zeus (who REEKS of old spice), Kronos (the father to almost all of the incarnates in the meeting), and Circe (who just really hates Zeus) After they leave the meeting, they find two incarnates in an alleyway. They take the two into their house and learn that their names are Rein and Amitrian. Order hears them argueing about Amitrian dating a man. Order steps in and forces Rein to apologise, but after Order turns away she slashes across Amitrian's face and leaves the house. Order helps Amitrian clean up their scarred face and their boyfriend Tang comes over. Order says she'll go find Rein and says they might have to fight them. AAAND THATS WHERE WE CURRENTLY ARE OHHH MY GOD I LOVE OC LORE!!! Anyways, Order is an incarnate made by @analexthatexists, go check her out!!! (she has some stuff related to who Order is over there)

#isle of incarnates #im going insane #oc rant #jester oc

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ty for the OF advice!! i have a few more questions.. how do you come up with ideas for different sets? do you use any sort of refs for posing? do you enjoy creating content/ever think of switching paths? what would you say is the hardest part of the job? thanks again 🖤

of course!

either im inspired by a character for a set, clothing, or a general mood i want to convey. usually i end up winging it. i go based off of things that i like, makeup ive been wanting to do, jewelry i want to wear etc. if you go on cosplay lingerie sites or just kind of generally search for lingerie thats one of the easiest ways, and you can build off of that

i dont use refs for posing (AND I SHOULD)

i do enjoy creating content, i have thought of switching what i do but i think id always want to stay within this realm because working a 9-5 is hard for me, i dont get how people do it and i think we need to get rid of that shit.

but i like dressing up and its fun, i like photoshoots and hopefully i can do more soon

FOR ME the hardest part right now is motivation. u have to be so self motivated!!! also i just have problems with energy right now, i spend majority of my day really fatigued but also social media is not fun but u gotta do it.

i am looking forward to having help shooting and setting up, self shooting sucks so much

sorry for wall of text and ty for asking

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pondering-peach · 2 years

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#7169A9- [Hazey Blue]

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A short story in which two guys smoke weed homoerotically

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Suguro Ryuji had few secrets. He wore glasses. Romance is his favorite genre. He smoked weed. A lot. It started at the end of his 3rd year of junior high, as a way to cope with his migraines. It turned into a habit, and suddenly it was a daily part of his life. Not even Shima and Koneko knew he did it. His roommate did of course, they even smoked together sometimes, but everyone else? Absolutely not. He'd rather shoot himself in the leg.

His favorite time to indulge was early in the morning, just before his run, and late at night when the world is asleep and really he should be too, but he could always blame the bags under his eyes as staying up late to study.

The scent of it hung in the air, muted by the pungent insence he kept burning most hours of the day. For the first time in hours, Bon's eyes slipped shut and his shoulders relaxed. A deep breath filled his lungs with smoke, harsh and tasting of sandalwood, and was exhaled with a soft 'Om Mani Padme Hum' in a whispered voice.

Peace washed over him, and he felt the lines fall from his face, the tension from his jaw and back, the stress from his blood. The window was open and he could hear the nightlife outside. He also could hear-

Oh no. Oh no.

With a garbled yelp, Ruji surged forward off his bed, stamping out the roach he had been enjoying and fanning the smoke out the window. A familiar set of running footsteps approached his door, and he scrambled to hide the small box containing his damning evidence, praying that the incense would hide the smell of his not-exactly-permissable actions.

Rin knocked on Ryuji's door excitedly as he always did, and he took a deep breath to calm his nerves, smoothed his shirt with clammy hands, and opened it.

Rins nose immediately wrinkled in distaste. "Dude I thought we talked about always burning incense. It cant be good for you."

"What do you want, Rin?" His voice came out harsher than he had meant it to, and he could see it on Rin's face. Clearing his throat, he straightened up. "I meant what brings you here so late at night?"

A grin split the nephilims face, and he held up a manga in front of his face, sparkling eyes peeking over the top. It was the newest edition in a series he had shown Rin, one he had been waiting to be available in the little bookstore a couple blocks away from the dorm.

"I saw it earlier and had to buy it! I didn't have enough money to buy two of them though, so I figured we could read it together. I won't be able to sleep if we dont do it tonight!" Rin stared up at him, a million prayers for Bon to agree in his eyes, and Bon sighed.

He wasn't so inebriated he worried about Rin finding out, but he was really looking forward to meditating in this sensation. Still, they had been waiting almost 3 months for this edition, and he would love to have an excuse to have Rin close an- wait. A small blush coloured his cheeks and he scowled.

"Uh, I have to finish my demon pharmeceutics homework, actually." Rin frowned.

"I thought you usually do that before any of your other homework though?" Shit, he was right. Embarassed to have been caught in such a dumb lie, by Rin of all people, made Bon's cheeks flush red.

"J-just get in here, idiot." Rin smiled once again and squeezed past Bon into his room. A couple of sneezes sounded (incense always had that effect on him, and Bon was greatful for the gentle breeze pouring in through the open window) and Bon turned to find Rin settling into his bed like he owned it.

"Where's your roommate?" Bon kicked the door shut and made his way toward the bed as well.

"He's out for a week, visiting his grandmother. Won't be back for a coupla' days."

"Good for him, I hope he enjoys the break from class." Bon chuckled lightly. His roommate may be in the advanced class like he was himself, but he whined about doing homework almost as much as Rin and Shima.

Settling on the bed next to Rin, their sides pressed together and backs against the wall, they began a comfortable ritual they had indulged in before. Bon read over Rin's shoulders and Rin turned the pages (he was a slower reader than Bon, though not by a lot, so it was only fair for him to set the pace) and they sat in silence, enjoying each others warmth.

Bon wasnt sure when he had slumped closer and gotten distracted. Rin always enjoyed things to the fullest, and the manga had absorbed all his attention. A small furrow had wrinkled his brow, lip caught between sharpened teeth, and Ryuji had to fight the urge to trace his thumb across Rins forehead in order to smooth his brow.

He had a sharp profile, almost ethereal in a way. It made sense considering his heritage-- what with his biological father being a fallen angel and all. Strands of dark hair had fallen into his face, and Bon exhaled with amusement when Rins ear twitched with annoyance.

Rin stiffened, and Ryuji got increasingly nervous as he bagan slowly turning his head to look up him. "Dude," Rins voice was barely above a whisper, "you smell like weed."

Shit. "Shit! Don't tell Koneko!" Ryuji blurted it out. Rin winced at the sudden volume of his voice directly in his ear and it wasn't missed. "Sorry-" his voice was soft once again- "It's jus' if he finds out, he's gonna tell my ma' and then I'll never hear the end of it."

"If it's such a big deal why do you even do it?" Bon grimaced, sitting back against the wall.

"I started in middle school, when I started getting migrains. I don't like taking pills if I dont have to, and I heard somehwere that it helps. It did, and it still does. At first, I only smoked if I could feel a really bad migrain comin' on, and then it became a habit, and now I smoke daily." Rin was visibly shocked.

"Seriously? I never woulda' guessed." Bon shrugged.

"I only do it before my run and late at night. My roommate is the only person who knows."

"Where do you get it?" Another shrug in response.

"Some kid in class B. Unsavory sort, but he's had yet to slight me or rat me out. Said he's got a business to run, and he takes it pretty seriously." Rin hummed thoughtfully. Silence descended upon them, and Ryuji could feel the anxiety in his blood. Hesitantly, he once again requested for Rin to not tell anyone, especially Koneko.

Rin smiled mischeviously, and immediately Bon was annoyed. That dick head, he thought. He's gonna' take advantage of this.

"Sure, I'll keep your secret," the nephilim aquiesced. "But I want to try it too."

The taller boy stared at him like he had grown a second head, and he met his gaze unflinchingly. The silence was heavy, dragging for what felt like a million years.

"Seriously?" Rin beamed, nodding vigorously.

"It's somthin' I always thought looked cool, but with Yuki always harpin' on me to take care of myself, I haven't really bothered trying to find someone to do it with." His eyes sparkled and Bon couldn't say no.

"Okay. Fine. But this stays between us, understand?" Rin nodded again, hair flopping with the force of it. Nodding in satisfaction, Bon slid off the bed and knelt in front of his desk, opening the bottom drawer. He pulled out a small shoebox, not nearly big enough for shoes that would fit his own feet, but big enough to hide his stash.

Rin watched with fascination as Bon cracked the box and looked up at him. "I have to light and insence, I hope thats okay. The smell will linger if I don't and theres no way we won't get in trouble if it does." Rin bowed his head once. The brunet got to his feet and crossed the room, gently pulling out a new stick (this one was vanilla, something Rin could handle easily) and lighting it. He murmured some words over it and stuck it in the ash catcher.

When he settled on the bed again, it was with the box in hand and turned to face Rin. He twisted his body so he was also facing Bon, and then he watched.

Bon knew what he was doing, that was for sure. With gentle fingers he laid out an almost transluscent piece of paper, maybe the size of a sticky note. An even smaller piece of white cardstock was taken from the box, and Bon rolled it into a neat spiral.

Glancing up at Rin once, he helf up a small glass jar. "Do you wanna look at it?"

"Yes!" The jar was cool in his palm, made of glass and wrapped in a blank black label. He untwisted the cap, and the scent washed over him. It wasn't quite the same as when he smelled it on Ryuji's breath. It was clean and herby, and to be honest it kind of smelled like Shiemi. Floral, earthy, pungent.

"Pick one," Bon whispered. Almost reverently, Rin picked a small bud out, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb claws (It had been years since True Cross had learned of his heritage- There was no point in hiding his demonic features anymore). He deposited it gently in Bons outstretched palm.

He watched raptly as it was gently picked apart and sprinkled in a straight line across the transluscent paper. With skilled fingers, Bon rolled the weed and cardstock into the paper, and Rins lips traced his lower lip in sync with Bons against the edge of the paper (he pretended not to notice). Finally, it was ready.

Bon held out the joint for Rin to observe. Gently, as if picking up a delicate insect, Rin pinched it and held it up.

"Put the end with the filter in your mouth," Bon directed, "then light it and suck like it's a straw."

"Light it with what?"

"Fire, dork."

Rin hummed and followed the given directions. The small blue flame he lit on his thumb caught, turning orange as the paper burned naturally. He pulled, hard, and immediately his senses were assaulted. He pulled away from the joint hacking violently. Bon flinched and reached out in a panic.

"Sorry, sorry! I shoulda' warned you to hit it gently. Though I didn't expect you to haul ass and hit it like a seasoned vet like that." Rin looked up at him through watery eyes and gave him a weak smile.

"Go big or go home," he croaked. Bon laughed, then wiggled his fingers in a 'give here' motion.

"Lemme' show you how a pro does it." The smoke curled around him enticingly, ensaring Rins attention like a moth to flame (or a flame to paper). His eyes never strayed as Bon raised the joint to his lips and pulled. The cherry reflected in his pupils, as if artificially illuminating the demon blood in his veins. Rin watched as smoke escaped Bons lips and curled upward into his nose.

His eyes were alight with awe, and the way he stared up at Bon through those dark lashes made him want to lean forward and kiss him. Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Do you trust me?" Without missing a beat, Rin responded-

"Of course I do." Bon nodded. He hit the joint again and sowly leaned closer, closer than Rin was used to, closer than he had ever dared to be.

"Breath in." He could hear the air rattle into Rin's lungs, and closer still- so close Bon could feel the way Rin's lower lip trembled- he exhaled slowly. The smoke was sucked in, hardly any of it escaping in whisps around them, and then it was exhaled again.

Their vision clouded. Neither one of them dared move a muscle. The tension was palpable, heavy and overindulgent and begging to be broken. Rin moved first.

His lips were soft. He tasted like sugar cookies and weed and sadness. Bon felt as if he could drown in him, happy to sink into those deep blue eyes and never come back up for air.

Rin felt as if he was flying. The high had hit im almost instantaneously, and the heat he felt boiling beneath his skin only made his head spin faster, his heart pound harder. His lips were warm. His hands were warm. His breath was warm. Ryuuji was warm.

The smoke from his lungs had gone down much smoother, and Ryuji was so close and Rin couldn't get the heavy look in the brunets eyes as he leaned closer and closer out of his brain. With a small gasp, he pulled away. They only seperated by a couple inches, but to Rin it felt like a chasm had opened between them. He wanted to be closer, trapped in Bons arms and lips and blazing warmth.

Rin realized what he had done. Bon stared at him, mouth slightly ajar and cheeks flusjed bright pink. The freckles that decorated his face (how had he never noticed that before?) were constellations across the bridge of his nose; Rin wanted to know every single one of them individually.)

"I really like you." Rins words were sudden. too loud for the little space between them. The brunet smiled a soft smile, tender in a way he had never seen, and so goddamn warm. It turned his bones to jelly, and in that moment, Rin hoped Ryuji would never look at him any other way. "I have since we were first years."

Ryuji's smile doubled in size, and the warmth radiating off of it was all-encompassing. "Do you have any idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that?" His heart was soaring. It was like sunshine exploded inside his chest, triggered by Rins toothy grin and sparkling eyes. By God did Ryuji love those sparkling eyes.

In a moment of exhileration, Bon grabbed Rin by his upper arms and dragged his close. Their lips found one another again, gentle and loving and full of every moment they had yet to have. Rins hands gently wrapped around his forearms, shaking faintly.

Joyous laughter bubbled up in Rins chest and he pulled back, unable to hold them down. "What was that called, with the smoke?"

"Shotgunning?"

"Yeah, sure. I wanna' do that again. But-" Rin bit his lip, and Bon tilted his head.

"But what?" Rins cheeks coloured, and he turned away to mumble something. "I don't understand gibberish Rin." The nephilims eyebrows scrunched, and in a small voice he repeated-

"I wanna' do what you did." Bon's eyes popped open, and a soft exhale left his lips in a form of an 'oh'.

"Y-yeah. Sure." The joint had gone out at that point, but with a flick of his fingers and a gentle inhale, Rin was leaning forward and lacing his fingers into Bons hair. He pulled him close, chests pressed together and legs tangled. His head tilted, and Bons vision filled with smoke. It was sweeter than ever, slipping past his lips like the water that flows from eden, cool and staining the edges of his vision a hazy blue.

He exhaled as Rin tucked his face into the crook of his neck, giggling nervously. Comfortable silence descended upon them. Rins weight was soothing, their breathing syncing up as their highs descended upon them.

Bons eyes grew heavy, and he let them slide shut. Words ingrained deep in his memory surfaced, and he began to chant softly.

"Sarveshaam Svaastir Bhavatu, Sarveshaam Svaastir Bhavatu, Saveshaam Poornam Bhavatu, Sarveshaam Mangalam Bhavatu, Om Shanti, Shanti Shanteeh." His voice was deep, vibrating against Rins ear peacefully.

"Whuzzat' mean?" He garbled into Ruujis skin.

"May health abound forever;

May peace abound forever;

May complete abundance abound forever;

May auspiciousness abound forever;

Om Peace, Peace, Peace. It's a mantra I learned for those who wish for a peaceful life." Even translated for Rin to understand, it was soothing to listen to. Bons voice was steady and grounding. He loved the sound of it.

His eyes were so heavy, and his head was stuffed with cotton and his soul was floating above him in little circles. It was magnificent, he never wanted to come down. Bons arms were solid, wrapped around him in a loving embrace.

Rin wondered if he would ever be this happy if he had never awoken his powers. Distantly, he imagined his dad smiling down on him, his glasses flashing the way they always did when he was feeling mischevious.

"Does this make us boyfriends?" Bons breath hitched a little, then a soft chuckle vibrated through his chest. The feeling of it rippled across Rins skin, making his scalp prickle and toes wiggle. He wanted him to do it again.

"I hope so." Bons words made butterflies erupt in his stomach, and he couldn't fight the beaming smile he let out.

"Let's finish that manga."

"Sure."

#short story #one shot #ao no excorsist #blue exorcist #rin x bon #rin okumura #ryuuji suguro #bonrin #bonfire #shotgunning #marijuana #recreational drug use #long post #i use mobile so unfortunately i cant cut the post down #sorry not sorry

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meatriarchived · 10 months

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just as a small bit of heads up when it comes to interacting with both my killer / aggressive type muses and my survivor / victim type muses:

your muses can absolutely attempt to or successfully harm my muses. if they are in the middle of a struggle, they are being attacked or mine are grabbing at your muse? your muse can respond in turn how you see fit! i do not mind at all c:

----- luda mae isn't exactly physically strong anymore due to her age; however - she has blood on her hands as well, not nearly as much as charlie or thomas but she is not above using her age and perceived frailty because of it to her advantage. ----- birdie, wes, maria, my reagents, night hunter/don, vincent, and the legion, all of them your muse is fully okay to go after, grab, maim, throw shit at, lift off the ground, throw them, pull on their hair, you name it - if its something your muse realistically should do during struggles and fights and such, yours can harm my muses. ----- also, technically speaking? for my survivor / victim muses, in terms of one-shot interactions ( ie. responding to an inbox thing from me ) your killer muses are welcome to kill them for those brief interactions. if its easier to imagine: think of it in similar terms to the entity putting survivors through trials only for them to in essence "revive" and be completely fine for the next. c: i usually treat my inbox content as one-off pieces. they aren't necessarily meant to be a part of the muses' overall stories by default. so, if your killer muse wants to kill one of mine in an ask response? go for it! if my muse is being mouthy to your killer and they reasonably get ticked about it and wanna teach them a lesson? go. for. it. ----- otherwise, i dont plan on killing off any of my muses for realsies and anything other than one-shot inbox things? don't just outright kill my muses without warning or talk. :)

you can always shoot me any questions or concerns in regards to this :)

the ONLY muse i would say that high chances are, those things won't quite be as effective would literally be with thomas.

granted i'm not too sure exactly what height / weight that bubba stands at. while he is a pretty stocky guy, he also doesn't look nearly as beefy as thomas does. thomas is portrayed being as physically intimidating as possible. I write thomas as being 6 feet 9 inches tall. he's a bit of a heavy set guy. and he is built quite literally like a brick and cement building. he isn't just strong - he is CONSISTENT HARD LABOUR strong. his muscle tone is functional, not just for show so to speak. while for sure, stabbing at him, knocking things over in front of him to cut his path, etc. will slow him down / break his attention on who he's after? don't mistake his size for incapability to catch up real quick. hes like a rabid dog - poke at him long enough to agitate and he is a bullet train coming right at you. and just because hes often got his hands full by his chainsaw, doesn't mean he's useless without it. i'd wager that being literally pummeled to death by a man his size may be worse than a "quick" death by chainsaw blades to the face.

so what i mean is: your muse ABSOLUTELY CAN attempt to attack thomas as well! :) i would just say that it may not go nearly as well as hoped dsfjksa

( this is NOT to say however that i will disregard any discomfort when it comes to your muses being hurt / attacked btw. when i write any sort of altercation that may result in bodily harm, i auto-default to beginning an action and allowing the response to be either left open-ended for a brief interaction, or for you to decide your muses' next move / how they dodge it / etc. ya'll are always welcome to shoot me an im or make note of it in the tags or ask etc to ask about any of what i've spoken about here c: )

#[ 𝟎𝟎 ] ── * 𝐎𝐎𝐂. { psa. }#hope this makes sense dfbds but if any of you are confused about whats written youre always welcome to ask for me to clarify :)#i want ya'll k.illers to be able to be ruthless. and i want ya'lls survivors to be able to defend themselves.#both are welcome here and should any issue pop up for anything like this - i will msg and we can talk about any concerns c:#[ 𝟎𝟎 ] ── * 𝐎𝐎𝐂. { renee. }

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marvel-writer-101 · 1 year

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Phased. Pt. 1

Vigilante Y/n + the Avengers

Author notes: this will be multi parts

Warnings: some cursing

Word count: 1610

(Art not mine, found on google, idk the artist)

You have the power of intangibility, also known as ghosting or other names. Simply put, you can phase through matter at will.

You've been a vigilante for the past few months and have caught the attention of the Avengers. Every night when you go out to stop some petty crime, you keep a watch out for anyone that might be part of their little search group for you.

They couldn't figure out what exactly your powers were. But that didn't matter, what mattered was figuring out who you were.

You see, your hero suit was pretty much just average clothing and a full face mask and gloves. (Imagine smth like this). The mask has a mouth and eye holes covered by dark mesh.

So it wasn't very easy to spot you among the crowd unless they were looking closely at everyone's faces, which still would be difficult considering it was the dead of night.

You spotted two people fighting and ran over to them.

"Hey! What's going on here?" You ask, your voice distorted by a voice changer in your mask.

The two look at you then smirk. One speaks into an ear piece, "Tony, we got 'em."

Shit. It was a trap. You were about to make a run for an alley nearby, but another person came out from there. Then you had FUCKING IRON MAN casually flying down in his suit.

On closer inspection, the two 'fighting' were Hawkeye and Captain America. The one who emerged from the alley was Black Widow.

"Take off the mask." Natasha said,

Pointing a gun at you.

You simply laugh at her, "Try me."

She shoots. It phases through you.

"Huh. Looks like you missed, what a shame."

They look at each other, confused. You take this chance to run off into the alley that Natasha came out of.

You hear footsteps behind you. You climb up a fire escape ladder and kick it out after you. You escape to the roof and take a moment to catch your breath.

Then, you hear someone land on the roof behind you. It was Iron Man.

You turn around.

"Take off the mask."

"Why?"

"To see who you are."

"Why?"

"Because you're breaking the law. You've hurt people."

"I only hurt people who hurt others. I'm like you guys, but for petty crime."

"Join our team then."

"Never."

"Now I'll ask you, why?"

"Like you said, what I do is illegal."

"What power do you have?"

"You're stalling. Im not that dumb. Au revoir, dear." With that, you jump down the side of the building. You jump from balcony to balcony until you make your way back to the ground.

You run off until you reach your home, or your base rather, leaving the Avengers unsuccessful again.

You return back to your base and are greeted by your two friends, Sylvie and Asher. (Both are ocs)

Sylvie goes by the vigilante name of Red. She has enhanced durability and pyrokinesis. Her hair is long, dyed red and she has brown eyes.

Asher goes by the vigilante name of Spark. He has energy manipulation. He has short, dark brown hair and green eyes.

"I really need to start bringing you two on patrol with me.." You sigh, taking off your mask and gloves.

"Why?" Asher asks, his voice monotone as usual.

"I swear was it those Avenger people again?" Sylvie adds, her voice just above the normal pitch of a girl her age.

"Yeah. They set a trap and I fell for it. Two of them were fake fighting so I went over to them, then frickin' iron man came and so did one of the assassins. Eventually they tried to shoot me which obviously didn't work, then i ran."

"Ugh! They're so annoying!" Sylvie says, rolling her eyes.

....

Now what were the Avengers doing? Well they were having a meeting. The topic; You.

"I dont get it," Tony started, "They were clearly shot.. But it's like it went right through them."

"Wait.." Natasha says, realizing something.

"Hm?"

"They were untouchable.. Intangibility."

"In-tag-na what now?" Peter asks, having been zoned out for the first half of the meeting that he was forced to go to.

"Intangibility. They can phase through matter."

"So none of us can hit them then?" Steve asks.

"Pretty much." Natasha sighs.

"No! Mr Stark can! The blasts from his suit are energy, not matter!"

Everyone in the meeting looks at him.

"You're onto something here, kid."

...

The next night you decide to bring Sylvie and Asher with you on patrol.

(Their suits! They also have matching masks)

"Sylv', Ash', just remember, if anyone looks like they might be an Avenger, duck your heads and act like we're talking or laughing about something."

"Righto!"

"M'kay."

Asher was less than excited about going on patrol and Sylvie was the complete opposite.

As you three walked the streets of New York you stopped some small things, a mugging, a kidnapping, things like that.

Suddenly, while in the middle of stopping a fight, some Avengers pull up.

Tony, Steve, and Peter.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here. The one we've been looking for, plus some." Tony says, aiming his hand towards you to blast you.

"Dont make this harder than it has to be, Stark. Let me and my friends go. At least let my friends go, they have no place in this."

"No." Steve speaks up.

"Fine. You chose the hard way."

Tony shoots a blast at you.

"SPARK! NOW!"

And with that, Asher re-aims the blast back at Tony.

"Red, you aim for the spider boy, Spark, watch iron guy for blasts. I got 'em."

And with that, Sylvie throws some fireballs at Peter, burning him severely.

"Mr Stark-!" The kid calls out, in too much pain to keep fighting.

"Red. Stop, dont hurt him too bad."

Sylvie then starts aiming blasts at Steve.

While Steve is pre-occupied with those, you punch and kick him in the fave until he falls over.

"Aim for his chest, Spark!" You shout as Tony shoots another blast.

"Red, watch the kid, dont hurt him he's already weak enough."

And with that, Sylvie throws a fireball at Steve again, but Peter gets in the way and gets hit instead.

"SHIT-!" You run over to him, grabbing bandages you have in your pocket.

"Kid, I know we're on different sides of the battle, but you're way too hurt right now." You grab his arm and start bandaging it.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Tony shouts, about to blast you.

"M-mr Stark... Its fine.. They're helping me..."

You finish bandaging his arm and sit him down against a building, "You stay right there alright? You dont need to get hurt anymore. We aren't going to target you."

You then rush back to the battle.

"Phase, what the hell was that!?" Asher shouts, "That thing isn't on our team!"

"It doesn't matter, he was hurt!"

After a lot more fighting, Asher successfully hits Tony in the chest and knocks him over.

"Guys! Lets go!" You shout as you start running back to your base.

Once back, you all take off your masks and head to bed.

3:39 a.m.

You are abruptly woken up by Sylvie screaming.

"Sylv'?! What's going on?!" You shout, seeing her in a state of panic.

"They took Asher! They took him! They just broke in and grabbed him! What do we do?!"

"Who? Who is 'they'?"

"Those people we fought like three months ago! The ones with the robots! They took Ash!"

"No no no! DAMNIT!" A few months ago, your group fought a group of robots. You couldn't defeat them, you mearly had to escape.

"What do we do, Y/n?!"

"I have an idea. You might not like it."

After a lot of convincing, Sylvie agreed to your plan of trying to get help from the Avengers. You'd have to wait for the next night to get their attention, so you hope Asher could hold out till then.

The day dragged on. Everything felt slower. You knew your friend was in danger, and you couldn't do anything about it. You didn't even know where he was!

Night finally rolled around and you went out to 'patrol', aka, get the attention of the Avengers and "accidentally" lead them back to your base.

And that's what happened. It wasn't hard to figure out when they were following you. Shadowy figures on top of roofs, dark shadows moving from alley to alley.

You and Sylvie walk back to your base and wait for the inevitable moment that only took about 5 minutes to happen; a knock on the door.

Unsurprisingly, you see Captain America, Spider man, Iron Man, Thor, and Black Widow.

Now to their shock, you just said, "We were expecting you." And let them inside. You take a breath, "Look, i know we haven't gotten along, but-"

"Where's the third one?" Steve speaks up.

"He isn't here." You sigh, "Part of this is about him."

You receive confused looks.

"As I was saying, i know we haven't gotten along, but our friend, who you know as Spark, was taken. Taken by a gang of robots that we unsuccessfully fought a few months back."

"Get to the point." Tony sighs.

"I was hoping you could help us find him."

Tony and Steve snicker to each other. "Why should we? You haven't helped us at all."

You take a breath, then decide to make either the smartest or dumbest decision ever. You take off your mask and reach out a hand,

"I'm Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you."

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underscorecc · 3 months

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every time i dump a bunch of shit thats been on my chest it usually starts with all the problems in my life. maybe its because im just shooting from the hip but i find myself stuck in the should-have-beens and the varying levels of "not good enough" but i think ive had enough and for once im putting the shit that runs on the hamster wheel in my head out there where maybe someone can connect and understand and realize they are like me or visa-versa. unfortunately youll have to forgive the lack of proper grammatic structuring and the vagueness, but i dont really care enough beyond stringing my thoughts together in a way that someone can comprehend them, and my lack of specificity is partly to isolate this page from my life, and partly so that those who can possibly connect with some of these topics are able to just a little more.

heres where im at: i've just been through a breakup about a week ago, and even though it was on really good terms, ive opted to keep her out of my life for the time being. im sick of being obsessed and letting someone hold so much power over me (not that she was particularly dysfunctional). we even alluded to getting back together in some undecided amount of time, a time when she can be single for a bit and i can fix the major parts of my dysfunctional life. i dont really care about the breakup. she meant a lot to me but im just sick of her right now and of the apathy. i texted her that i wanted her out of my life so that i can get her out of my head (we originally opted to stay best friends despite the breakup) but that didnt really work.

anyways

off the top of my head i can categorize "dysfunctional" in the context of what im dealing with rn goes like this:

1 - I'm sick of being a beta of sorts. I used to carry myself with a lot of alpha energy that just went out with a bang at the beginning of the last 6 months, which currently, have been the worst 6 months of my life. you might automatically direct your thoughts to me being some andrew-tate-manosphere-15-year-old-incel-cuck at the mention of alpha, but no. It's more in the sense that I had self respect, was much more consistent in the gym and with music, I was way more confident, and all in all I just felt like there was a future on that path that I was taking.

2 - I'm sick of having such a weak internal locus of control. In another perspective one could say I have made leaps and bounds in terms of my level of control and discipline, and they wouldn't be wrong. from where my standards are set, it's nowhere near enough. maybe my goals are "unrealistic" or "too tall" but when you shoot for the moon, even if you miss, youll land amongst the stars. for now, my withered coomer-brain needs a reset, which probably involves some sort of dopamine desensitization, so when i start doing that i'll update on this blog.

3 - I'm sick of my selective pseudo social anxiety. when it comes to social dynamics, once im situated, i find myself more than competent in being engaging, and more often than not im the center of attention, but even so i find there's this level of desperation in the way that i entertain. not to say that im bad at it, no im the fucking best; no one does it like me. at the same time, i find myself feeling that when im joking with a group of friends or just making small talk theres this underlying begging of "please pay attention to me and validate me and dont leave me" that i pick up on, and if i pick up on it others may very well too.

all of these issues tie into eachother in more ways than i can imagine, and for the most part i can trace these issues to their source, the rejection, the shit talking, the anxiety, the deflated sense of self-value/importance/respect, the lack of self control, etc. so right now i guess i need to focus on just fucking doing it or something i dont know.

one of the things i find people (including myself) struggle to do the most is to come to terms with the fact that making significant change involves doing hard shit. for example, if you want to have a nice body and be strong just lift a lot of heavy shit and dont eat like a fatass. It really is that simple (not to imply that simplicity = ease) but so often i find people snorting lines of copium by doing some crazy intricate crash diet or giving in to defeat by saying "oh my basal metabolic rate is too low to lose weight" or "my bicep insertions look weird thats why i dont have good arms" (stay with me here i promise it'll come back to the main topic soon) and you could say that those are good excuses to give up, but you arent going to be any more satisfied with yourself by logically worming yourself out of putting in effort, because it takes effort.

I only said all that because i feel like thats what i do all the fucking time and its probably the crux of all my issues and it makes me fucking crazy. being decently smart doesnt help at all either, because i can logic my way out of fucking everything now, which has probably been the primary contributor to landing me where i am now. It reminds me of the most stand out part of fight club to me, "How's that working out for you?...Being Clever". If i were asked that by a one tyler durden i would say "its the fucking worst".

im all over the place now because my comprehension of this intangible dissatisfaction with myself, which i simultaneously can put into words succinctly, yet also could not describe with all the words of all the languages. i dont want to end abruptly here because it feels like theres more i could go off of, but i cant. tldr; its not over but like shit stinks bad rn :)

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