#(i would expand more but im gonna pass out now)

[entitled-fangirl]

Two idiots in love (P2)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: the three survivors try to find the supplies they left behind. The two lovebirds bond over the reader passing out.

Words: 2,135

Warnings: anemia, cursing, passing out, lots of bickering

Part 1 and Part 3

Masterlist <3

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She woke up long after Joel had gotten up. 

So, she didn't see the way he held her in their sleep. Or the slight smile on his face as he slumbered.

But Ellie did.

Now, the three were packed up, and ready to continue their journey.

They walked along a gravel road, gravel crunching under their feet being the only sound they could hear in the forest. 

"Have you gone this way a lot? No infected?" Ellie asked.

Joel was in a much calmer mood today, his voice soft, but his body still very much tense, his eyes scanning the area constantly, "Not a lot, no."

"What are you looking for?"

"People."

More silence. 

Joel started to notice Y/N taking smaller, slower steps. Her lungs expanded more than his. It was hard to keep up with his long strides, regardless of her illness. Joel was very long-legged, and the two girls were very much not.

But Joel's head turned to see her slowly fall behind. 

He looked forward once more, his steps naturally slowing until she was next to him again.

"Oh.... thank you, Joel."

He turned, "…You doing alright?"

She nodded, "Yeah, I feel okay."

He rests a hand on her shoulder, "Then don't thank me."

More silence.

The silence could be nice, if you made it so. Y/N certainly enjoyed it. It meant she could focus on her breathing and not the constant bickering of the teen and her partner.

Her smuggling partner.

But, as usual, Ellie broke the silence again.

"Are Bill and Frank nice?"

Y/N nodded her head, Joel answering, "Frank is."

"How'd you get that scar on your head?"

Joel let out a sigh, causing Ellie to smile.

"What? Is it something lame? Like you feel down the stairs or something?"

Y/N looked over Joel, "Ellie…"

"I didn't fall down any stairs."

"Okay, so what then?"

"Someone shot at me and missed."

"See, that's cool. You shoot back?"

"Yeah."

"You get him?"

Another sigh comes from Joel, "No, I missed, too. It happens more often than you think."

"'Cause you suck at shooting or, like, in general?"

Y/N stepped in again, "Hey…"

Joel looked over to Ellie with a glare, "…in general."

More silence.

Y/N got a smirk on her face, "Be glad that they both missed."

Ellie immediately moved to walk by Y/N instead, interested in her story, "…what? What do you mean?"

Joel sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, the other hand kept on his gun holster. 

Y/N leaned in towards Ellie, "…why do YOU think, Ellie? You're a smart girl."

Ellie thought for a while before a huge grin appeared on her face. She pointed back and forth between Y/N and Joel, "You mean… you two… and that…?"

Y/N let out a soft laugh. "Yeah. Yeah, we did."

"That's so fucking cool! See, Joel? That's not lame, that's cool as fuck!"

Joel grunted, his voice dropping slightly, "I'm glad me almost fucking killing her is cool to you, kid."

Y/N grabbed Ellie's arm, giving her a small wink.

Ellie noticed the two different guns in Joel's holsters. "With it just being us, I was thinking I should pro-"

"No."

Y/N let out a breath, holding back a laugh. Laughing would slow her down- slow them all down. She was the weak link. She couldn't let things get the best of her. 

More silence.

…

"Cumberland Farms."

The three approached an old convenience store, the building covered in vines and broken cement.

Joel turned around to look at Ellie, "Hang back a minute. I gotta grab some stuff I stashed."

Ellie's head tilted, "Stashed? Why do you have stuff stashed here?"

"You ask a lot of goddamn questions."

"Yes, yes I do."

Joel opened the door, poking his head in to check for people.

"…so…. Are you gonna answer me or what?"

Joel sighs again, "We hide supplies on routes in case we find ourselves short on gear, which I currently am 'cause-"

"-No way!"

Ellie immediately runs in, approaching a mortal combat arcade machine. "You ever play this one? I had a friend who knew everything about this game."

Joel tugged at Y/N, pulling her to one of the tables, pushing on it to ensure it was strong, "Sit. You need to rest."

She huffed, pulling her self up to sit on the table, her legs swinging as she watched the girl.

"…there's this one character named Mileena who takes off her mask and she has monster teeth and then she swallows you whole and barfs out your bones! Oh, man."

The two girls turn their head when Joel kicks at a rack.

Ellie sighs, "You forgot where you put your stuff."

Joel looked up, "No, I'm just zeroing in on it. It's been a couple of years."

"Okay, well… I'm gonna take a look around, see if there's anything good."

"Trust me, it's all been picked over already."

Ellie's feet crunch over the glass on the ground, "Maybe, maybe not."

Joel pushes on one of the aisles against the wall.

Ellie moves further away from the two, "Is there anything bad in here?"

"Just you."

"Getting funnier."

Ellie then goes to the back part of the store, away from Joel and Y/N.

Joel mutters a quiet, "Fuck."

Y/N pushes herself off the table, moving towards him to help.

He looks up, "No. No, you go back. I'm fine."

She sighs, "I don't think you are."

He stands straight, his hands on his hips, "Alright, then, sweet girl, tell me where the fuck we left it?"

"I don't know, Joel. Ju-"

Ellie zones out on their bickering as she starts to get further and further away from them. She pushes on a door, opening it with a loud creak. She kicks at the stuff on the ground, inspecting it with her shoe. Eventually, she finds a trap door. She moves everything off it, opening it slowly.

She hears Joel's voice from the front of the store, "You all right back there?"

She jumps, "Uh, yep!"

She hears the two begin to bicker quietly again, prompting her to continue.

Y/N let out a light sigh, "Listen, Joel. It's been years. The odds that no one has taken our stuff isn't realistic. Let's just forget about it, yeah?"

He shakes his head, not even looking at her, "no. That's not an option."

"Not an option? Joel, everything we're doing now is a fucking option! It's not gonna be here!"

"IT HAS TO BE!"

She steps back from him slightly, an involuntary breath leaving her throat. Her breathing picks up, hurting her lungs. 

His eyes soften at her reaction, his voice dropping again, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I… Fuck."

She puts some distance between them, giving them both room to breathe. "I… what…. What's so important about what you left here, Joel?"

He looks up towards the ceiling, his hands moving back to his hips as he slowed his breathing. His voice became a low whisper, "…it's…. It's for you… your medication…"

Her face became one of surprise, "…what?"

"When… when we left stuff here… I left some of your medication because I knew… fuck, I KNEW something like this would happen and you'd need it."

She was speechless. He came here for her. To get her more medication. "…uh… thank you…"

He nodded, "Don't thank me, honey. Don't thank me yet."

But that moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of an infected's scratchy growl.

The two turned their head towards the noise. 

Ellie.

Joel immediately turned to Y/N, "You're gonna stay here."

She grimaced, but listened anyway.

He pulled out his knife, walking toward where he last saw the girl go. "Ellie…?"

She quickly came through the doorway, "Picked over, my ass."

A breath of relief came from both adults.

…

"Holy shit!"

The two turned to the hill Ellie was looking at, a plane crash's remains laid there, scattered over the land.

"You fly in one of those?"

Joel shrugged, "Few time, sure."

"So lucky."

"Didn't feel like it at the time. Get shoved into a middle seat, pay 12 bucks for a sandwich."

Y/N let out a laugh, Joel turning to her, "What, sweetheart? You find that funny?"

"Fuck yeah, I do."

He felt a smile grow on his face, "Jesus, you're something else."

Ellie jumped back in, "Dude, you got to go up in the sky."

Joel turned back to the crash, "Yeah, well, so did they."

A silence fell over them before Joel grabbed Y/N's wrist, pulling her with him. And they began the grueling walk again.

…

A little while later, Joel puts a hand out in front of both girls, stopping them, "We'll cut across the woods here."

Ellie tilted her head, "Isn't the road easier?"

"Yeah, it's just- There's stuff up there you shouldn't see."

"Well, now I want to."

"I don't want you to."

Ellie began to walk forward, Joel following, "Serious. Ellie."

"You're too honest, man."

Y/N sighed, starting to walk behind them, "Jesus, you two…"

Then she stopped. 

She was losing her vision, "Oh, fuck."

Joel turned immediately, "Hey. Ellie, stop. Sweetheart?"

Y/N brought a hand up to her head, as if it could stop the black clouding her vision.

Joel watched with a worried look in his eye, "You alright?"

She looked up, "I… I don't know…"

She fell to her knees.

"Oh Fuck!" Joel ran to her quickly, squatting down next to her.

Ellie watched the two from afar, not sure how to help.

"Sweetheart. You gotta lay down. C'mon. Lay down."

Y/N let out a groan, not wanting to move in fear of making things worse.

Ellie began to walk towards them, "what's going on? Is she gonna die?"

Joel's voice turned to stone, "SHE'S NOT GONNA FUCKING DIE!"

Ellie stopped walking, deciding to give them privacy.

Joel let out a sigh, his focus entirely on Y/N, "You gotta lay down, Sweetheart."

She sighed, "….help me… please."

Joel didn't need to be asked twice. 

He immediately shrugged off his jacket, getting his plan in motion.

He moved behind her, pushing her torso backwards towards him. He played his jacket on the ground in front of him, right where her back would meet the ground. 

He pulled her hair to the side, letting her head rest on his leg. 

"Alright, honey. How do you feel?"

"I… can't see… anything…"

He sighed, "that's alright. You need to sleep?"

She shook her head, but stopped seeing as it made things worse, "No… I….I'm…. Fine..." She was slowly losing consciousness.

"Shit. Shh…. Just.... Let it happen…."

He held her face with one hand, the other still resting on the gun on his hip in case of an emergency.

…

Half an hour later, her eyes opened to see Joel hadn't moved since she had passed out. One hand still held her jaw, his thumb brushing her skin lightly, but his other had moved to her hair, lightly playing with it. 

She saw Joel give a relieved look before his hands disappeared from her completely. "Oh, thank god. How you feeling, Sweetheart?"

She let out a groan, "achy."

He smiled, "Well, do we need to stop?"

She shook her head, "No. I can do this."

She sat up slowly, letting her body adjust to the feeling. Joel stood up, moving in front of her. He then held out a hand, offering to help her up.

She took it, of course. His other arm snaked around her waist for stability. When he decided she was stable enough, his moved his hands back, letting her adjust the rest of the way herself. 

She leaned forward, whispering in his ear, "…thank you."

He felt a little color come to his cheeks, "Don't thank-"

"Take my fucking gratitude for once, Joel."

He laughed, "Alright. Just this once. You're welcome."

Her head immediately looked around, trying to find Ellie.

She was not too far, her famous shit eating grin on her face. 

Joel knew he wouldn't hear the end of it. "Alright. Get up, Ellie. We go at Y/N's speed, got that?"

Ellie nodded, mumbling under her breath, "Yeah, you do everything her way, don'tcha?"

His head turned, "What the fuck did you just say?"

Her eyes shuffled between the two, "Nothing, sir."

He huffed, beginning to let Y/N take the lead on their walk. 

Ellie caught up with Y/N, "Say… you think you can tell me that story?"

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed, "…what story?"

"The one where you almost shot Joel."

She laughed, "Yeah… yeah, I can do that."

They heard Joel's voice behind them, "Hey. Watch it."

They giggled, continuing their journey with a smile.

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part 3

#fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou #joel tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction

[enbesbians]

now what if i wanted abby to take control and sit on my face. pin my arms down with one of her hands, the other gripping my hair, and use my face until she cums all over me

let’s all sit down for a second and imagine this and how fucking hot it would be.

we all admire abby for her strength. that woman is a goddamn tank and she can sling you around at any point even if you playfully resist her.

something about her and her broad self hovering over your face is beyond arousing. just think, you laying on your back with her lips latched onto your clit, swallowing all the cum you released after she just devoured you like no tomorrow— your body limp and fucked out, still trying to comprehend how this woman was not only strong from her arms, but the muscle of her tongue and how it directed and took control of your orgasm.

she’d throw you around, head now melting within the soft cushion of the pillow, inhaling deeply as your high still lingers against your skin and pulsating at your clit— her hovering over your body as she takes her favorites muscle tee off her body, exposing all the ridges of what makes up of her muscle.

“im gonna fuck that face of yours, yeah?” she laughed in a breath, her eyebrow cocking as she shuffles on her knees until her hips were just above your head.

lowering herself down, you lifted your head up, needing to taste her slick. your mouth occupied itself, rolling your tongue deep into her folds, tasting what you caused from how turned on you made her. in a way, she didn’t want that. she didn’t want her body hovered over your face with it lifted from the pillows, she wanted to fuck it, with your head deep within the cushion, making it almost impossible to breathe despite you needing to calm down from your high.

pushing your head down with force, you helped against her pussy, feeling some of her weight pressed down at your face— your nose riding along her clit as your lips spread more around her.

she wasted no time for her hips to snap themselves, hollowing her abdomen as she used your face and the form of your futures to massage her cunt. grunting and growling— the bed started to squeak and move against the hardwood, feeling your nose continuously run down her folds and bump her clit, her folds expanding, dampening your face with her natural juices.

“take that fucking pussy… oh my… gooood.” she sighed, throwing her head back as a devilish smile formed at her pouted lips.

she’d grasp your hands, fingers digging deep into the skin, almost enough to bruise, giving her more control and steadiness as she slightly leaned herself down, watching you with only your eyes peaking up at her. “that’s good fucking girl… good fucking girl… eat that pussy… eat my fucking pussy baby…”

when you needed to breathe, you’d squirm and your eyes would roll back, making her giggle at your struggle and how you still tried to pleasure her nonetheless. she granted you airway, hovering herself above your face, gripping it and slapping each cheek with her heavy hands. each slap felt like a gift, gasping and choking on the cold air that replaced the head her pussy exuded.

she didn’t give you that satisfaction too long though, pressing herself down once again, this time gripping your head. her arms flexing as she yanked your head, making it bob obnoxious in sync with her vigorous hip movement, loving how she used you like her fuck doll when in the midst of pleasure.

her thighs squeezing together, the weight of the pressure making you need to pass out as this tall woman continues to have her way with you, “take my fucking cum… take all of it.” gritting at her teeth as she released all over your face.

#lesbian #sapphic #wlw #tlou #abby tlou #the last of us #abby anderson #abby tlou2 #abby x you #abby anderson smut #abby smut #the last of us abby #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby anderson the last of us #abby x masc!reader #abby x fem!reader #abby x y/n

[kurosstuff]

🍯

Can you do lute x female!reader, reader uses a strapon on lute and wing play is involved. 👀

Oh my~ honestly this- was fun to write- I never wrote wingplay stuff before so! Hopefully you enjoyed it~?

Warning(s): wing kink, strap on use(on lute), vanilla but not at the same time? Idk. Lutes rude at the begining(she's just nervous) overestimated(lute) couple mentions of "breeding"/"being bred"

Im- gonna jump right into it- HELP I- KINDA WENT ALMOST ALL IN ISH?

Lute x reader

It took a while to get Lute to even THINK of bottoming. Much less allow you to even use a strap on her. She's more then happy to use it on you but for her? The thought didn't exactly appeal to her. But- promising to try it once and never bring it up unless she allowed it(that and a bunch of.. kisses) then? She entertained the idea

And that's how she was. On your shared bed with a deep scowl, completely naked. If it weren't for the deep flush on her face. And how her wings puffed up, threatening to expand? You'd assume she was pissed(she was, but that's besides the point)

"The fuck is taking so long?" She growled our glaring at rhe bedroom door "God lute. Calm down, won't you, baby? I'm making sure it's all strapped on!" At that? She growled, looking away with a deep snarl.

A couple minutes passed by before the door finally opened "fucking finall-" her words cut in her throat seeing the toy. Not like the one she uses no- it was so much bigger "what the fuck is that? That's what you picked?" She growled out glaring at you flushed darkly making you smirk moving close to her

"What~? Lute, you scared?" You teased, kissing her, gently biting at her lips, ignoring her protests of 'hell nos!' Sighing "babe.. if you don't wanna do this we don't gotta. We can- like cuddle or something?" Making her stop. As if weighing jer options before shaking her head

Grumbling, she huffed. "No. Its.. fine. Just you picked a bigger one then I tho- oh fuck you don't get so fucking smug" she snarled out glaring at you flushed embarrassed of the whole thing snickering kissing her again

"Sorry baby~ now... can you bend over for me~? Wanna see those gorgeous wings of yours~" Purring out pouring liquid onto the toy watching her do exactly what you asked of her smirking at how they fluttered at the praise "you always get like this when I compliment your wings~" getting onto the bed feeling her entrance gently "excited I see~" Purring out seeing her wings fluttered pushing the tip on her entrance slowly pushing into her stopping half way

"Fuck~," Lute whimpered out, grinding back against you. Hiding her face into the pillow "more~ g-give me more~" feeling you push all the way in, smirking down at her. Moving to hold her waist pounding into her gently

"Easy now lute~," you purred, watching her under you moaning loudly clawing at the sheets. "I've got you~ gonna get faster, ok baby?" Pounding into her faster - harder. Holding her waist, squeezing her gently panting

"Would think you're trying to breed me, Dove~?" She gasped out, bending more bouncing against her, making you hum in thought, biting your lip at how much of a "switch' just occurred. How she's eager to submit to you all the sudden

"Maybe I want to breed you, Lute~." Pounding faster into her ignoring how the bed shook under the both of you barely starting to hit the wall knowing a bit of roughness? She could handle "would you blame me?" You purred out, watching her wings fluttering, flapping slowly.

Smirking at a "cruel" thought, "i wonder~" sensitive here, too?" Moving a free hand to rub at her wings, going all over her delicate wings, pushing all the tight places, hearing her sob moaning louder for you."yeah~ that sensitive, huh baby?" Purring out your pace unrelenting as you took her in your bed.

Watching her wings expand as if to show off to you. As if to signal to you about being a good mate for you. "God gorgeous baby~ yeah? Wanting to mate me, yeah?" Pounding rougher into hrr leaning to kiss where her wings met "wow~ shaking this much?" Seeing her nod so drunk off you from being overestimated. "God~ can't wait to breed you~"

Ever so gently leaning to bite at a part of her wings watching her arch her back, screaming your name out, smirking kissing the mark cooing "couldn't help myself gorgeous ~ I'm sorry" pounding faster watching as she slumped laying under you sobbing out from the pleasure "more~" hearing a broken whimper from her. Ignoring how the bed shook now, hitting the wall harshly creaking under you both from the unrelenting pace.

Panting heavily moving to tower over her kissing her neck praising her as you marked her ip moving faster in her "doing so good~ you close my love?" Purring against her neck watching her nod humming, they smirked, pounding faster in her before humming, rubbing her wings, watching her shake.

"Go ahead~"

At that? With a loud sob screaming out your name- lute came. Slumping down under your wings popping up, spreading as you cooed gently slowly pulling out, "That's my good girl~ I've got you~" whsipering, moving to clean her up gently laying next to her "liked it Lute?"

Grumbling glaring, she moved, cuddling up beside you, kissing you gently. "It was perfect~" Purring out panting wings fluttering .After I catch my breath, I'll pay you back my dove~", making you flush, smirking nodding

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #EVENT #lute smut

[k1rameki]

i think i need to expand on my losergirl ayana agenda bc lord have i become hyperfixated (buckle up bc i have gone absolutely insane over this) (this might also end up becoming a hc dump uh oh) (also bear in mind thanks to all the recent art ive been seeing of her ive been on a real ayana kick when it comes to ships n shit so yeah some hcs with the other characters imma mention can be interpreted romantically too teehee) (and also!!! more general ayana hcs too :333 i have a cavity in mein cranium that can only be filled with soft ayana content)

also quick emoji keys for dialogue i may add for this ^_^

🎸 - aldryx

🩻 - tabi

🔻- ayana

🎧 - dalia

📼 - agoti

some of the many reasons i believe ayana is an absolute girlfailure is her complete and utter failure in her previous relationship/s (I SAY THIS BC SHE PROBABLY HAS BEEN IN A FEW THAT HAVENT WORKED OUT LONG BEFORE SHE MET BOYFRIEND,, also shes just awkward as hell but thats a story for anotha time)

NOT ONLY THAT BUT HELLO??? she appears so calm and collected whenever shes engaging in simple conversation but internally shes freaking out and she has no idea where anything is gonna end up going and often times she can and she WILL let stupid things slip out of her mouth and immediately she regrets it

and let me tell you this she gets more and more pathetic and losery around dalia,, this woman is in LOVE (hence that stupid doodle i made where aya's just freaking out over the slightest bit of affection given to her) (looks like she might have abandonment issues sorry what)

IN FACT. GIVING PHYSICAL AFFECTION TO EVERYONE. SHES ALL FOR THAT SHIT,, hugs, kisses, stroking hair, you name it, this girl is a massive cuddlebug you cant convince me otherwise

i mentioned my pastry chef ayana hc in passing but i'm gonna fully expand on that now: SO. also aya family hcs bc people should talk ab that but ayana's dad is a chef (no specific speciality, but he does make a lot of baked goods) and growing up she would often mirror what he does and that eventually led to her practicing and honing her skills! :D (she also studies culinary arts at college teehee) ALSO!!! she brings all sorts of baked goods she makes over for all her favourite people to enjoy constantly whether that be cookies, pastries, cakes, all of that yummy stuff

despite being an absolute loser girlfail idiot she can jam on the bass like its no tomorrow. IM TALKING ABOUT SLAP, FINGERPICKING, YOU NAME IT, SHE CAN DO IT ‼️‼️ here's an example of the bass playing style i had in mind for her, very energetic and fluid heuehehehehehe

SPEAKING OF (and this ties in a little with my band au) and whenever she drops an epic bassline everyone just stops and stares at her totally being in the zone

🔻: –casually having the time of her life playing a bassline like theres no tomorrow–

🎸: "yo holy crap aya where has this energy been this entire time"

🔻: "huh what do you mean"

HAIR EXTENSIONS!!! ive talked about this on discord before but ayana with naturally shorter hair so she wears hair extensions! (also bc gender euphoria but shhhh)

i also believe that aldryx and tabi had zero idea that she wore them and just believed her hair was naturally long. this is how their conversation went trust;

🔻: " hey guys ^_^"

🩻: ".....did you cut your hair?"

🔻: "no? my hair has always been short"

🎸: "IT HAS??!!??!!??! 😨 I THOUGHT YOUR HAIR WAS JUST REALLY LONG"

🩻: "ME TOO— jesus christ my life is a lie"

🔻: "theyre hair extensions not the holy grail calm down 😭😭😭"

AND NOW THAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT AYANA INTERACTING WITH THE OTHERS, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO MY AGOTI/AYA DUO HC BC HELLO romantic or platonic these two are fucking adorable, the loserboy + losergirl pairing ever frfr (also bc i hc that theyre really close in age bc iirc ayana's birthday is january 28th so that would make her around 3-4 months younger than agoti to me at least teehee)

those two gossip about anything and everything and every single night they do each other's hair n spend time doing full fledged spa routines while talking shit about anyone and everyone bc theyre high maintenance as hell and take pride in their combined collection of bazillions of good smelling bodywashes and shampoos

🔻: "oh my god, goti i cant believe i forgot to tell you about some crazy interaction i had with someone earlier today i swear its driving me crazy"

📼: "BITCH AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME SOONER? YOU'D BETTER START FROM THE BEGINNING I NEED DETAILS IN FULL"

🔻: "OKOK SO WHAT HAPPENED WAS—"

also she works as a seamstress in her spare time when she's not doing music or baking ^_^ she often uses her expertise to create some outfits (with the help of sketches done by either tabi or agoti) and often has trouble finding someone to be her muse so she often gets dalia to help

she takes this VERY seriously by the way if she hears a singular complaint she will go insane

🎧: "how long is this gonna take 😔😔 my arms are getting sore babe i cant stand like this for much longer"

🔻: "dee i love you but i swear to god if you say that one more time i'm going to stab you with this needle until your arm is red and swollen BE PATIENT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU 😭😭😭"

🎧: "😀😀😀😀😀 youre gonna WHAT"

also. shes got a BIG sweet tooth — she and tabi bond over sweets and trying all sorts of new things together, especially chocolatey things bc theyre both obsessed with chocolate anything

🩻: "aya i went to the store and i found this wafer cake thing and i thought you and i should try it"

🔻: "TABI THAT LOOKS DELICIOUS OMG go grab two spoons right now you and i are eating all of this right now"

🩻: "OKAY SURE :] i can already tell this is gonna taste good"

also sometimes she forgets to eat proper meals and will consistently only have sweets and snacks all day until someone calls her out on it, shes very forgetful, oopsies!

#this is what nearly three years of hyperfixating on ayana does to a person #anyways!!!! aya my beloved #I HAVE WAY MORE THAT I COULD PUT HERE BUT THIS MAY END UP BEING AN ENTIRELY SEPARATE POST #also yes i am capitalising on the fact that ayana is so shippable w anyone especially w the four i mentioned in this post #this girl is in LOVE #also people should draw more short hair ayana i will happily eat that shit up #like pleasepleaseplease i need to see short hair ayana drawings #anyways yawl can already guess that i am ayana's biggest fan and her unofficial ceo so...... what i say is instantly right/j #fnf ayana #fnf tabi #fnf agoti #fnf aldryx #fnf dalia #my art #digital artwork #headcanons #fnf headcanons

[ryndicate]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ  A Drop in Time

Fate does not grant death to the weary.

Vampire!Megumi x reader (fem body/pronouns)

notes: me looking at my notes for the next chapter and grinning. i cannot begin to tell you how fun it's going to be. thanks to my beta reader once again! this chapter is a bit shorter than the last but it is v important to moving the plot forward! and yes we actually speak to Megumi in this one im just gonna get that out of the way right now lol.

warnings: vampire lore drop! nothing else that I can think of. Enjoy!

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⋆⁺₊⋆ Ch. iii. ☪︎ Masterlist ☪︎ Series Warnings ☪︎ Ch. v ⋆⁺₊⋆

You have odd, hazy recollections of food and water passing your lips, but nothing is clear. 

You feel groggy and unfocused when your eyes finally open and don’t immediately close again. Sitting up is not a simple affair, your back aching and backside sore. You must have been asleep for some time. Your arm still throbs, but it’s duller than you’d expect. You glance down at the bandaging and resist the urge to peel it off and inspect the wound. There’s no way of telling how much or little it’s healed; the risk of aggravating it to sate your curiosity isn’t worth the pain that could follow.

You give a curious stare at the small fireplace on the opposite side of the room. You’ve heard warnings of not lighting fires underground. No one else is here with you, and you don’t know whether to feel relief or unease; before you can decide the door scrapes open.

Satoru slips through the doorway and his eyebrows raise at the sight of you sitting up. “Lambkin is finally awake, is she?”

You don’t answer him, picking at the cloth of your covers, eyes downcast.

He crosses the room and seats himself at the edge of the bed, noting the way you shift away from him.

“I’m here to remedy a mistake I made,” he begins with a grin, one that quirks in annoyance when you speak before he can continue.

“Why aren’t I dead?” you ask dully. “Did the prince die anyways? Did you fail to heal your master’s illness? Does that mean– does that mean I can go home?” Your throat is thick with unshed tears as a wave of longing and hopelessness crashes over you.

Satoru is silent as your shoulders shake, tears starting to streak down your cheeks, and you don’t dare to look up to see whether his beautiful face spells amusement or disdain. You can’t bear him right now.

“Allow me to explain your purpose here, Rumi,” Satoru says gently.

You hate that he’s making an attempt at comfort, even more so that it’s working. Your tears ease, and your hiccups slowly settle before you blink watery eyes up at him.

“It was never so that you would die here. You are Prince Megumi’s fated match.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It means that you are priceless now.”

“I don’t know what that means!”

Satoru huffs in annoyance. “I’m trying to tell you that you are safe. Your life is promised.”

“Satoru, you’re making it worse. Again.”

You look to see Megumi standing in the doorway and your breath catches. He looks so different now. His skin seems to have life in it, his hair looks like black silk, and the way he walks as he steps into the room is filled with a power you don’t want to think too deeply about. He’s leagues away from the deathbed you last saw him on.

“Rumi.”

You shudder as he says your name, but you can’t stop yourself from meeting his eyes. They’re a softer, deeper green than your horrific memories supply to you. Focused, intense…but calm. There’s none of the anger you expect; nothing insidious, nothing that should make you feel like a mouse in front of its hunter, but you still can’t relax.

“Satoru did nothing to explain why you were brought here,” Megumi begins.

“Taken.” His lashes flutter as he blinks in surprise at your interruption. You have no spine to back up your words but you say it again anyways softly, eyes averted. “I was not brought, I was taken.”

“Right. You were taken here because that night in your village, I discovered you as my blood match.”

“What is a blood a match?” You finally look at him. He’s sporting an annoyed expression that seems at home on his regal features.

“You humans would like the word soulmate,” Satoru cuts in with a cheeky grin.

Your mouth falls open in surprise, but before you can speak Megumi gives a low curse. “Those two things are not comparable, Satoru! You know this. Stop trying to make a mess of things.”

Eyeing the prince warily, you wait for him to take a deep breath and continue. “A blood match means nothing more than my immortal body happening upon the perfect source of sustenance. So perfect that it will never accept anything less than perfect ever again as long as I draw breath. I fell ill because I was not aware a match had been made, and I suffered the misfortune of consuming lesser blood. Thankfully, Satoru figured out where the match occurred, and that is why you were br—taken. He had to.”

The more he speaks, the more you feel darkness crushing in around you. As transparent as his words appear, something within you whispers that he is hiding something. You choose to believe it. “This cannot be real. There is nothing about this in the texts!”

“This is one of our race’s most sacred bonds.” Satoru crosses one leg over his knee and rests back in the chair. “It’s not for humans to know and make a mockery of in those ridiculous books you humans pray to.”

“Satoru, quiet.” Megumi glares him into silence before turning back to you. “I would like to formally apologize for the manner Satoru showed you on the way here. Had I been of sound mind when he left I would not have allowed such treatment.”

“I don’t believe you,” you whisper, clutching the blanket closer, covering your shoulders as if you could hide yourself from them. The bottom line is that he is a vampire. Sense requires that you reject him without reservation. “I don’t believe any of this. I won’t. What you’re saying is impossible. What you’re saying means…” I can never leave this place. 

The prince sits quietly and waves Satoru down when he stands sharply from his seat. 

“I understand that this change is new and strange. Unsettling. But it is inexorable. As much as I wish otherwise for the both of us, I can do nothing to change this and neither can you. We must submit to fate.”

“This is your fate, not mine!” you spit at him with a sudden ferocity that you didn’t know you possessed. “I am not one of you, I do not need this match, and I don’t need you! I would sooner die than be raised as cattle.”

Satoru is soft, eerily calm in his words as he reprimands of your outburst. “Do not speak to him like that, lambkin. Do you need a reminder of what I’m capable of?” Your body shudders in recollection and you shrink away from the taller vampire, but Megumi rises to meet him. 

“If you cannot remain silent, then leave us. I will not say so again.” When Satoru sits again, Megumi sits on your bed at your side. It takes every ounce of will in your body to not scramble away, but you find the courage to meet his eyes.

“I have no intention of treating you like ‘cattle’, as you chose to put it. You will live well here. You will be treated kindly, and Satoru will learn his manners. You will live in excellence and want for nothing I am capable of providing for you. In exchange, you simply must provide for me. I have no other choice in this matter. Starvation is not an option for me.”

“For you? Is it an option at all?” you ask, quiet and filled with spite.

“It has been chosen by others in the past, yes. But for me, I choose to live,” Megumi returns evenly. “I have obligations that must be met. I’m trying to make you see sense, Rumi. I would rather you choose this to make it easier on yourself. But if you choose to force my hand, then so be it, because there is no other way. I cannot allow myself the death you demand of me.”

“So,” your throat warbles with emotion that you can’t hold back, wet frustration, “You want me to choose to stay, but you won’t let me leave?”

“Yes.”

“How is that any different than being cattle, or your prisoner if you so hate the word?” you demand, voice cracking as you begin to inch away from him.

“How is it not?” Megumi’s eyebrows furrow, and a broken part of you wants to laugh at the frustrated confusion on his face. His form leans towards yours denying your retreat inch by inch, but the intense focus of his gaze makes you wonder if he’s even conscious of his approach. His emerald eyes are burning. “I’m offering you a comfortable life, one without end that would hold very few discomforts. Why wouldn’t you choose this? Why make this harder than it must be?”

He’s opening his mouth to say more but your heart has closed to him, exhausted of this nightmare, of the way he speaks down to you no matter what scrupulous intent he might think he has. “If you really have to ask such a thing…then you are more of a monster than I thought you were.”

Whatever he was about to say dies on his tongue at your whispered words. Megumi grits his teeth and his eyes harden into a stony glare that has you trembling in fright. Though his demeanor has turned sour he says nothing to reprimand your insult, his head whipping to the side to pin his gaze on the walls. He exhales sharply through his nose, and then he speaks. The words that follow point in the same direction, towards the stone, as if you were beneath even that.

“You are not permitted to leave this room. In a few days I will move you somewhere better suited. Food will be brought to you, and no one will come near you but Satoru and myself until I have selected a trusted pool of servants. I will come to f—to visit—at least four…” He glances at you speculatively, his eyes trailing up and down your form. His lips tug down. “Three days a week.”

A whimper tugs its way up your throat. You try to kill it, but what little sound does escape sounds even more pitiful than if you had done nothing. 

“It seems we’ve overwhelmed the little lamb. Maybe we should let her rest.”

You give Satoru an empty glare that he does not even bother to receive, his icy blue eyes settled on his lord. A bitter and sinister feeling rears its head within you as you wish once more that you had been successful when you shoved him from that cliff. After all he has put you through, what little he could be held accountable for is to acknowledge you. But he does not look your way as he waits for Megumi to speak, so instead you turn your back on them and settle back down into the bed, pulling the covers as high up as you can without covering your head, though the urge to do so is strong. Your actions grant you their attention and despite how you felt just moments ago, as everything said settles into your mind, you suddenly want nothing more than to escape their shared gaze burning into your back as Megumi quietly agrees to retire.

Thankfully after a few more moments of silence their steps finally retreat towards the door. Neither bid you goodnight. You wonder if it even is night. It’s impossible to tell the mark of the sun so far beneath the ground, and you wonder if you’ll ever see the sun again.

The door closes behind them with a finality that you feel in your bones, but as much as you wish to let yourself fall to the relief of sleep something in you bids you to sit up and swing your legs from the bed to the floor. You can feel right away how stiff your legs are, swallowing a groan of discomfort as you rise. You move carefully towards the door, your poor legs doing their best to bear you after what feels like days of no use. As you grow closer, you realize you can still hear their voices. They seem to be conversing, rather heatedly.

You press your ear closer and listen.

“You heard her. She will never agree to such a thing. And if he discovers her, then there is little I can do.”

“Maybe you ought to consider wooing her, prince.”

“Unnecessary. I have no interest in her affection, I simply need her here.”

“And at the moment she has no interest in yours, but what human makes such a change in their lives—willingly—over mere friendship?” Megumi doesn’t answer and Satoru continues insistently. “Show her love. Make her want to stay. Make it so she cannot imagine life without you, that death is only a worse fate because she would no longer be at your side. You don’t have to mean any of it, but you must make show. It is fair strategy.”

“Do you understand how tedious of a lifetime you are asking of me? To enact such a farce? And until when? Time does not move among us so fleetingly,” Megumi demands in a sharp hiss. “And when she discovers such a theatric? What then? This is no solution.”

Satoru counters promptly. “If she doesn’t choose this, if you cannot make her choose this, then for you, my prince, time is finished altogether. I will not allow that.” His voice has taken on a manic tone that you well recognize. It chills you to the spot, forcing you to listen even when the mere memory of his magic has you aching to return to the sanctuary of your bed. Your mind turns to static as Satoru continues to insist upon his stance; if you weren’t so exhausted you know you ought to be taking his words to memory, but it is so. You want to rest. It’s only when the prince cuts his advisor off that your mind returns to you, 

Megumi’s voice becomes icy and you wonder at the prince himself that he does not cower nor balk from an entity like Satoru. “I have heard your counsel. I am done speaking of this. I will hear it no more.”

You slink back to your bed and silently pour out your misery into the pillows. Your fingers twist into them in horrified realization and your heart almost shatters as you come to realize that your mother's pelted blanket is no longer the softest thing you've ever touched. You can't help but wonder just how much this place is going to steal from you.

a/n: ch. 4 and we talked to our ML!! Are we proud of me yet?

Reblogs and kind comments incredibly appreciated <3

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#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk series #series::ADiT

[eclipse15]

EXTREME TW: INTERSEX AND TRANS BASED VIOLENCE (RAPE, MURDER), GRAPHIC

THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT TMA/TME OR TRANSANDROPHOBIA DISCOURSE

I see lots of people discussing gender and sex based violence to queer people who have said they never experienced said sex or gender based violence, but that they knew of other people who have. Knew of, not knew personally. They often use it to argue either “transandrophobia is real” or “only transmisogyny is real”. Im not gonna give my stance in this post, that’s not the point. This is a very hard post as I am still struggling to absorb what happened as something that actually took place and something that happened to me. Please be patient if this doesn’t have enough details. As somebody who has been a victim of this violence, this is my experience.

Number one, my gender and sex: I’m afab, I’m not female. I’m intersex. My gender as a whole is multigender, so I am not TME or TMA. I also don’t pass as a man, or even as androgyne, at all. The only people that recognize my pronouns are those I’m friends with, and even then they don’t understand I’m multigender. I do not have male privilege

Number two, attempted murder: I’ve had an attempt on my life during a rape. He found out I didn’t have the body he wanted to violate, found out I was “one of those tranny kids” (he either didn’t know what intersex was or thought I had some surgery to look more masculine) and attempted to suffocate me. I was saved but never brought justice because the person who saved me was selling my body to other adults for money. I was scolded and told not to “do it again.”, as if I did anything at all. It’s very hard talking about this all because I’ve never told anyone, but I feel the need to get it off my chest and speak out. I’m the only part that remembers this (DID).

Number three: I have also been raped just because I “needed to be a woman”. When I was a little over 1 years old one of my first memories was having a large dildo inserted into me to expand my vagina. According to them, I needed to act more feminine and “training to accept a male” would help. I’m not gonna share too much of what happened because I’m still having trouble accepting this happened. I’m bringing it up because it was purely because of my sex and gender. It’s transgender and intersex based violence.

I hate myself because of what happened to me. I still think I deserved it then, and that I still deserve it now because it wasn’t successful. I feel so ashamed and can’t tell anyone. I’m only telling you all because I’m not a person on here, I’m a blog that sometimes spouts out words that seem like a person.

Please stop assuming somebody is safe from gender or sex based violence. Please stop assuming somebody has never been sexually assaulted or mistreated in any way. Please stop assuming somebody has never had an attempt on their life because of their gender and/or sex. Please stop using us as pawns in your community in fighting.

#any support is welcomed #intersex #intersex trans #intersex transneutral #intersex transmasc #intersex transfem #trans #transgender #transphobia #intersexism #gender based violence #queer based violence

[thr1ll4ddict]

a rinniki tlou au that nobody asked for

(made in 3 minutes^^)

ok so i thought ab this a while ago.

it's not very fleshed out but iwas itching to share it so uh enjoyy

some keywords:

• infected: people infected by the cordyceps virus (zombies but not really)

• fedra: federal disaster response agency: a military arm of the government that basically replaced it over the years

-> little background on rinne

- when the outbreak first started rinne was out for work while hiiro was home alone

- when rinne got back hiiro was gone and rinne started panicking

- he looked for hiiro everywhere, didn't find him

- deep in despair he decided hiiro got away and was somewhere safe

-> several years after the outbreak

- rinne is on a "mission" looking for hiiro

- he got clues somewhere that hiiro was alive so that was a huge confidence boost

- while on this mission he gets to a point where he ends up alone somewhere far from any fedra hq

- he's injured and starving

- hears something creeping up behind him

- takes his gun out in a flash and turns around

- realizes it's just Some Guy ™

- the guy is niki

- niki apologizes for the sneakiness as he thought rinne could be infected

- niki sees that rinne is injured and offers to help

- although there aren't any infected in the area rinne is wary of niki but accepts his help, finger on the trigger tho.

- after niki tends to his injuries he offers rinne some food

- niki tells rinne he knows the way to a commune nearby

- rinne takes time to think about it before deciding it's probably the best course of action

- niki didn't look very strong so rinne decided if anything happens he'd just shoot him down

- almost there niki starts complaining that he's hungry (low whimpers since he didn't wanna be a bother to rinne who already didn't seem to like him)

- everytime rinne asked what was wrong he insisted he was fine

- until he fell to his knees at one point

- rinne immediately grabbed him and asked his once again what was wrong

- niki said he felt hungry

- rinne was like "? u just ate and hour ago"

- then niki explained his whole food thing

- rinne decided they would stop for the day to rest and make something to eat

- the night passes, rinne stayed on guard the whole time while niki rested

- they continue to make their way to the commune

- getting there they hear the name amagi around and get some clues about hiiro

- niki really wants to go with rinne to find hiiro but he decides against it knowing he's just gonna slow rinne down

- rinne insists on taking niki and assures him he's gonna protect him no matter what

- niki accompanies rinne on his mission to find hiiro

- on the way they come across a highly infected area

- rinne saves niki from nearly getting bitten

- they continue to make their way to a fedra hq

- while fighting some guards at the hq they come accross tatsumi who helps them avoid guards

- rinne asks whether he knows about hiiro

- turns out hiiro did run away those years ago trying to find rinne

- tatsumi found him wandering around and offered to help, they've been traveling together ever since with the rest of alkaloid

- tatsumi takes rinne and niki to where he, hiiro, mayoi and aira are hiding

- rinne and hiiro have their heartfelt reunion

- the question "so what now" comes up and niki tells them about the commune

- it's very safe and overall a nice place to stay given their predicament (frankly everyone else's), and decide to go settle there

the end yippee, also rnnk definitely kissed i just didn't know how to include that BUT THEY GOT TOGETHER AT SOME POINT.

i really really wanted to make a fic about this but im not the best writer and im also very lazy so i just made this post... if anyone wants to learn more ill be glad to expand on it tho :D

#first post yeesh #rinniki #rnnk #enstars #enstars au #ensemble stars #rinniki au #uhhhu idk what else to add

[truly-twirls]

wooyoung boyfriend headcanon 🙏🙏

AHHHH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !! i hope you enjoy this anon :D

𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 🍯

Word Count: 605

Warnings: Food mention

Genre: Fluff, Requests, Headcanons

🌱 🌱 🌱

this man

he makes me giggle and kick my feet sometimes

wooyoung doesn’t mind trying new things in relationships

he loves to feel appreciated, like knowing his effort is being recognized makes him feel so nice

and you being the one who always compliments his cooking, his dancing, his singing

it only increases his heartbeat tenfold

wooyoung is ready to dive into new hobbies with you or expand on the ones you already enjoy

one of the first dates you two had was going through your collection of snowglobes and talking about your trips in the past and where each of you want to travel to in the future

he would fall for someone who’s endlessly curious and loves him while also not being too afraid of keeping him in check

best believe he loves his silly little arguments too

“It’s unbelievable that Wooyoung isn’t six feet underground by now.” Seonghwa mused. 

The members chuckled as they watched you and your mole-adorned lover bicker over the details from a past date that y’all were describing to the members.

“Babe! We went to the park first, I know this for a fact because that’s where we saw the two stray cats and ended up splashing muddy water on my jacket!!” You rubbed the sides of your head as you tried to process the misinformation being sputtered at you. “Woo, that wasn’t that day, how many times do I have to tell you!”

Wooyoung proceeded to sulk more, pouting his lips, “You never believe me, babe.. In front of my members too.. My heart, it hurts.” He clutched the left side of his chest in feigned ache, you could only scoff.

“Hyung, you– you shouldn’t test–” Jongho’s giggly tone was interrupted by your own. 

“Jung Wooyoung!!”

The table fell silent, unsure if you truly lost your temper or if the mood were to remain playful. But then you smiled and pulled your boyfriend’s ear, lightly of course but he had an extreme reaction.

“Oww! Baby, I need my ear!! How am I going to hear your voice?” “You just have to make everything a fight, huh? I’m gonna teach you a lesson–”

“Okay, okay let’s eat. The food’s gonna get cold and Wooyoung will only whine more. Beat his ass later,” Hongjoong passed two plates towards the two of you. Wooyoung accepted the dishes and pressed a kiss to your cheek, “I love you~”

“Okay, I love you too Woo.”

he is a tease oh my god

like not even in a flirtatious way , like yes but also he’ll shit on you for the most mundane things

not to the point where you feel insecure of course, he knows your limits and what lines not to cross

but you could be making dinner for him , with the intention of surprising him right

then all of the sudden

“Ay babe! You shouldn’t be stirring it like that!! No wonder my cooking always turns out better than yours. Let me take over for you, go rest <3”

little shit will make your head ache and heart flutter within one sentence

because he’s endearing like that

your dynamic with wooyoung would be so light hearted that when you do have your moments where a serious talk is needed

it’s refreshing, to see the one you love truly take a moment and simply listen and reply with an equally fleshed out thought

Jung Wooyoung will introduce you to a side of the world where you can let the weight on your shoulders go while also being introduced to a sturdy shoulder to lean on at any moment in the day <3

🌱 🌱 🌱

#truetwirls writes #jung wooyoung #ateez #ateez headcanons #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung fluff #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #jung wooyoung x reader #fluff #boyfriend wooyoung #ateez scenarios #anon ask #anon request

[youngpettyqueen]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

aaaaa ty Sarah!! boy lets see what are some of my favs...

a matter of the heart is currently like. my top favourite thing at the moment. months went into 16k of Charleshawk, Charles and Hawkeye character study, gratuitous amounts of hurt/comfort... it is everything To Me (shamelessly gonna use a second to promote this one to anyone who hasn't read it yet PLEASE read my Charleshawk mania)

like a dog because its just so fucking funny. I would say "not to toot my own horn" but this game is about tooting your own horn so ill say it I wrote this one in such a way where I can literally picture it as a canon scene in my head. I reread it whenever im in a bad mood and it always cheers me up

leave your roles at the door I maintain is my most underrated fic. I love it a lot, I think Margaret and Radar's dynamic is criminally under explored both in canon and in fanfic, I do really need to write like a 10k fic about the dynamic I envision for them in my head their friendship could be sooooooo good

a welcome awakening is one I wrote for a request but I want to expand on it tbh. it as a scene works FANTASTICALLY imo I love it a lot I love the moment I captured but I love it so much I want to like, write a fully-fledged fic about the entire scenario + the aftermath. maybe when I get through a bit more of my insane WIP backlog

and miles to go before i sleep while there are parts of this fic I wouldnt mind revisiting at some point, I still love it very dearly for being my first multi-chapter work since I was a teenager. I still love my take on Hawkeye/BJ here, I really like the way I went about a getting together fic for them, so while I do at some point want to go back and do some edits, overall this fic still holds up as one of my favs

also hope we dont mind some honourable mentions here cause some just barely didnt make the cut-

a very important question listen this one didnt do as well as like a dog but it makes me laugh till I cant breathe

what do you do with a drunken major? my first Charleshawk fic and still a fav just cause it uses my fav canon Charleshawk thing which is Charles using Hawkeye as a teddy bear when he's drunk

and then a tricky one cause its still a WIP but I already know its a fav. here's a preview for an upcoming Houlihawk fic-

But when she turns to tell him all of that, the words stick hard in her throat. Because Hawkeye just meets her teary glare with a quiet, sympathetic frown. He doesn’t say a thing, and he doesn’t have to. Her resolve crumbles like sand and so does her glare, falling away as she presses her lips in a thin line in a last ditch effort to save face. She can’t throw him out. He knows, he understands. She needs that. Needs him. “Hawkeye…” She mumbles.  Hawkeye sets the flowers down on her bed. He opens his arms to her. “C’mere.” He invites. She’s not proud about how she throws herself into his arms. But she doesn’t care much about her pride right now. She’s not a Major right now. She just wants to be held. She just wants to cry. 

#fic bitching #thanks again Sarah!! #couldnt help but add a bit more skdjfhkdsjfsdkj #what can I say im full of myself as I should be

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 2 / SIDE A / POLL 2

Esmerelda Poofenplotz x Alice Luoja (@cantdanceflynn) vs Res x Leo (@adanaac)

who makes up your ship?:

Esmeralda Poofenplotz(Canon Phineas and Ferb character(although I draw her differently from canon)) and Alice Luoja(Background character turned Phineas and Ferb oc)

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

THEY BASICALLY STARTED OUT AS TWO DUMBASS TOXIC AF TEENAGERS GOING TO EVIL SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL TOGETHER AND BEING THE TERRORS OF THE SCHOOL(POOFENPLOTZ BC SHES BIG ON BEAUTY AND WOULD BASICALLY DESTROY EVERYONE'S SELF ESTEEM AND ALICE BC. SHES WILLING TO KILL ANYONE WHO RLY FUCKS W HER), AND WHILE THEY ORIGINALLY HAD A RIVALRY IT GOT A LIL TOO HOMOEROTIC VERY QUICKLY AND THEY DON'T RLY KNOW HOW BUT THEY ENDED UP DATING. THEY ENDED UP, SURPRISE SURPRISE, RUINING EACH OTHER EVEN FURTHER THEN THE TWO OF THEM WERE ALREADY TRAUMATIZED!!!! A TYPICAL INTERACTION BETWEEN EM PRETTY MUCH WENT ALONG THE LINES OF POOFENPLOTZ POKING FUN AT SOMETHING ABOUT ALICES BODY OR PERSONALITY SHE KNEW WOULD TICK ALICE OFF("YOU KNOW, I'M NOT SAYING YOU NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT, BUT THROWING UP YOUR LUNCH LATER COULDN'T HURT"), ALICE GETTING PISSED OFF AND PULLING A KNIFE ON HER("YOU KNOW, MAYBE THIS TIME I'LL CHOP OFF YOUR TONGUE, STOP THAT HORRIBLE NOISE YOU CALL A VOICE"), AND THEN SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN OR ONE OF THEM WOULD FUMBLE OR FLIRT AND THEY'D JUST GO BACK TO NORMAL BANTER AND TERRORIZING PEOPLE. THEY DID CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER, AND WHATEVER THEY WERE EXPERIENCING CERTAINLY FIT SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE STRANGE AND NEBULOUS RANGE OF ROMANTIC LOVE, LIKE THEY DEFINITELY LIKED EACH OTHER, THEY WERE JUST TOXIC AS SHIT AND HAVING THEIR BEHAVIORS EXPANDED UPON OR REINFORCED BY THEIR ENVIRONMENT. EVENTUALLY ALICES OBSESSION W GODHOOD AND HER IDEA OF PERFECTION (ONE THAT HAD ALWAYS BEEN THERE, EVEN IF POOFENPLOTZ MADE IT MORE PHYSICAL) ENDED UP DRIVING THE TWO APART, WITH HOW HORRIBLE ALICES DECLINE WAS, AND POOFENPLOTZ ENDED UP BASICALLY LEAVING AND IGNORING HER AS A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO SNAP HER OUT OF HER DECLINE BUT ONLY PULLED HER FURTHER IN. AS IT STANDS NOW IN THE PRESENT, THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS A COMPLICATED SPIRAL OF "POOFENPLOTZ ACTUALLY HEALED AND REALIZED HOW AWFUL SHE WAS BEING AND WHILE SHE STILL HAD A DEGREE IN EVIL SCIENCE SHE HAD TO USE SO SHE MIGHT AS WELL GET A JOB DOING THAT, SHES ALSO RLY TRYING TO FIGURE OUT EVERYTHING W THE CAST AND HELP THEM, ESPECIALLY MILLIE AND PINKY, WHILE ALSO DEALING W " WHOOPS YOUR EX IS BACK IN TOWN AND SHES NOW BEEN RESPONSIBLE FOR MORE DEATHS THEN MOST FULL ON TERRORISM COMBINED, BUT SHE IS ALSO STILL KINDA HOT SO *NONCOMMITTAL HAND GESTURE*, YA KNOW?", MEANWHILE ALICE IS "OH RIGHT. SHE QUALIFIES FOR LOVEMUFFIN TOO. IM ALLOWED TO DENY ON HER ON TERMS OF HER BEING MY EX, RIGHT? BUT ALSO IM STILL GONNA INVITE HER TO OUR MEETINGS AND ALSO OFFER TO LET HER " LEAD" THE CULT IVE MADE THAT CONSISTS BASICALLY JUST OF MY VERY ABUSED OWN SON AND A VERY ABUSED TEENAGER WITH ME BC IF I CAN CHANGE HER MIND I CAN CHANGE ANYONES!"

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

Esmeralice, https://m.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnP0Xop8gS5VdFNCP4Uetvq2pM5A9NZTe <- BAD PLAYLIST BY MY STANDARDS OF USUALLY A HUNDRED SONGS AT LEAST BUT ITLL DO FOR NOW

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who makes up your ship?:

Res and Leo

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Leo can’t remember anything that has happened to him before the age of twelve. All anyone knows is that he was in an accident that should have killed him, then he returned with an indestructible body and a void where his personality should be. He cannot comprehend good or evil, does not understand the concept known as ‘choice’, and cannot envision an existence where Res isn’t his Master. He imprinted onto Res the moment he met the other man and pushed himself into Res’ life without considering whether or not Res might want it. His first Master did not pass, he simply changed how he looked, and what he looks like now is Res. Period. He has nothing to offer, nothing to say, no emotions and no heart to give. All he knows are the facts, and the facts tell him that there is no Leo without Res. So he’ll make sure that there’s no Res without Leo. Res has always been very into science, but he isn’t too fond of how there are a bit too many restrictions on the experiments he can perform, and he’s even less fond of how they die whenever he tries some of his more ‘exciting’ stuff. Thankfully he has Leo, his little obedient puppy who will obey his every word and donate his body for research. Of course, he’s never asked him whether he was okay with that, but signing a consent form is so old school. He believes that we should be doers, not dreamers, and he’s always wanted to see what the insides of Leo’s body looked like. And all the resistance it’s putting up just makes it all the more exciting. Leo spells unending excitement, and that’s all the reason Res needs to make sure no one else has him. Res is life, but he is not Leo’s purpose for living, because Leo has not questioned whether or not life has a purpose. He doesn’t need to. Res is Leo’s Master, and Leo’s Master is the very concept of life itself. Without his Master, the earth does not spin, and the sun does not shine. Why would it be anything else? Leo is not a person, he is Res’ dream. The dream of a creature that would do nothing but obey his every word, and the dream of an anomaly that he could endlessly explore without an expiration date. A thing that Res will never get bored of. To Res, Leo is just an adorable lab rat who happens to be the only one in the world who can fulfill his dreams. He does not care for Leo, the person, because Leo is not a person, but he does care about Leo, the humanoid playground that belongs to Res, and Res alone. This is love, because love is when someone makes your heart race, and love is when someone makes you feel like you’re free-falling into obsession. Res loves him, loves him, loves him loves him loves himloveshim. Just as we don’t get emotionally attached to the oxygen that keeps our heart beating, Leo does not get emotionally attached to Res, and he doesn’t need to. This isn’t love, it’s something more than that. Love can change, fade and evolve- it’s fickle, fleeting and easily manipulated. What Leo and Res have is a constant. Res belongs with Leo, and Leo belongs with Res. Don’t argue with the facts. Because you’re wrong, and Leo will make sure you know you’re wrong, no matter who you are. It’s a good thing they’re with each other, and no one else. (Leo is Uno's oc, Res is Canada's oc. Above description written by Uno. Canada's description below) They're basically like those AITA stories where both are the asshole and its a good thing they're together and making each other worse. btw Res is the short pink one and Leo is the tall one.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

#alice x esmerelda #res x leo #cantdanceflynn #adanaac #toxic ship tournament

[barbiedragon]

As a feral Eddie fan, I love ur writing so much<3

if ur taking requests for him can you pretty please with a cherry on top do a fluffy and/or smutty fic (bc I’m a slut) of going on a drive with eddie and hotboxing his van? (plspls im begging)

Thank you so much

I am indeed taking requests for him, you got a little mix of fluff and smut in there. Hope you enjoy ;)

Warning: Drug Use

You sighed softly as you sat outside on the bench in front your work, in the Pizza Heaven uniform, ratty tennis shoes tapped lightly on the concrete as you waited for Eddie to pick up.  You were certain you reeked of cheese and pizza sauce, eager to get away from this place as soon as possible.  It was fine as a summer job while in between college semesters, but you were ready to move on.  You smiled as Eddie’s van came roaring into the parking lot and pulled into the space in front of you.  He opened his door halfway and leaned out.

“Babe, your chariot awaits,” he grinned as he did an exaggerated wave of his hand.

“About time,” you laughed as you poked your tongue out at him before getting into the passengers seat.

“Bad shift?” he asked while he turned down the volume on the radio, the dull sounds of Judas Priest pulsating through the car.

“Yeah, glad I’m not working tonight though, it’s gonna be a busy one,” you replied as you took your visor off and stuffed it into your bag.

“Wanna relax?  Reefer Rick just gave me some primo shit.”

“Actually…that sounds really good.  Lover’s lake?  Let’s get some snacks first though.”

“And this is why I love you,” Eddie grinned as he leaned over to give you a kiss.

Forty minutes later with the van parked near the lake and two plastic bags worth of snack food, water, and soda, you and Eddie climbed into the back where he slowly rolled the joint.  He took his time, he never did a sloppy job.

“Ladies first,” he chuckled as he placed the joint between your lips then lit it up for you.  You closed your eyes while you took a slow drag, letting the smoke expand between your lungs.  You stretched out on the blanket on the floor then passed the joint over to him.  Soon the whole van was filled with the smoke.  Your fingertips moved over the gray billows, head in Eddie’s lap as one of his ringed hands rested on your hip.

You were feeling relaxed, perhaps a little floaty, but overall, it just felt nice.  You didn’t have to think, you were allowed to let it all go.

“Gareth said that Mitch quit at the record store downtown….want me to put in a good word for you?  Even though I bet it'll be very sad to say goodbye to Pizza Heaven,” Eddie murmured as he rested a hand against the side of your face.

“Really?  That would be amazing, Eddie.  Thank you,” you smiled as you nuzzled your cheek against his palm.

“Just remember to hook me up with the discount.”

“Of course!  Now pass me the pringles can.”

One can of pringles and a can of coke later, you were feeling mellow and more clear headed.  Eddie leaned against the back of seat, hands folded behind his head as he watched you scoot onto your knees.

“You know what?” I hate this shirt,” you smirked at him as you pulled the itchy purple polyester over your head and tossed it at him.

“Oh yeah? Any other articles of clothing that you hate or just the shirt?” he grinned, his tongue came out to dart quickly across his lower lip.

“Mmm I hate your shirt too,” you smirked as you moved into his lap.

“Now, now, don’t go disrespecting The Hellfire Club,” Eddie warned as your fingers slipped underneath it.

“And if I do?”

“I might have to spank you.”

“I’m willing to risk it.” You giggled softly as you tugged his shirt over his head before you kissed the tattoos that decorated his chest.

You gripped his belt while you moved back onto the blanket and tugged him on top of you.

“Fuck me, Eddie.”

“Whatever the lady wants, she gets,” he whispered in your ear as the two of you began to strip out of the rest of your clothing.  You pulled the condom out of the back pocket of his jeans and helped him slip it on before your mouth claimed his shoulder.  His hard cock slipped inside of you and you purred against his wet skin.  He guided your legs around his waist while your fingers tangled in his hair.

It was slow, incredibly hot, making your skin feel like it was on fire in the best way.  Belly curling with pleasure as he hit your spot.  Those pillowy lips against yours hard nipples as teeth nipped at the sensitive buds.  Teeth scraped against your neck as you clenched around him then trembled into orgasm.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” you panted softly as you cupped his face with both hands.

He gave you a soft, little lopsided smile.  “Did you enjoy that, baby doll?”

“Of course I did.  Love you.”

“I love you too, baby doll.”

You spend the rest of the night curled around each other’s naked bodies under the warm blanket that smelled like him and well…the weed of course.  But you didn’t care about anything else outside of this moment.  To you, it was perfect.

Tag List: @eddie-munsons-sweetheart @eddieemunson

#requests #prompts #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #fem!reader #female!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #tw drugs #tw: drugs #tw: drug use #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #asks

[razrrgames]

tomorrow is the 7th anniversary of when i first released after the bell.

a lot has happened in the past 7 years.

i have/had an entire update planned, i wanted to rebuild the game from the ground up, especially since porting it to the steam version of 2003 fucked up the fade transitions.

but i never did.

i’ve tried starting many times, and failed every time.

i don’t think i’ve talked about it here, but im very open about this: i have ADHD and autism. the ADHD is what applies the most here.

the ADHD prevents me from doing what i want, and the RSD makes me overcomplicate things.

back when i made ATB, i was in a hyper focus state on RPGMaker. i had four ongoing projects at once: after i finished the first version of ATB, i was drafting the update, file:blue was added during a horror game jam, riitami, and one other project i literally cannot even remember the name of off the top of my head. i focused hard on these projects, mainly riitami, and then the novelty wore off. this is one of the worst parts of my ADHD. i get really into doing something for a short burst and then i get bored and can’t force myself to do it anymore.

i felt horrible for so long. why can’t i just DO things like everyone else? i need to remake ATB, i need to fix it, i need to take out the stair scene because it was in poor taste, i need to expand on the lore so i stop seeing people asking why ghosts can’t just go through the wall, i need to expand on these characters, etc etc etc. and i just couldn’t do it. i forced myself to come up with a logistical reason for not passing through walls, i rewrote and scrapped and rewrote and scrapped over and over again.

don’t get me wrong. i still do want to update after the bell. i want to remake it. i want to make it better. better maps, better art, better jokes, better characters, etc. but i can’t give you an estimate on when that will happen.

as for the lore of the game,,, i don’t want to put any more thought into it.

i didn’t go into that project with a real plot or world in mind. i just drew a little ghost girl and decided i wanted to make a game about her. then i made her a girlfriend and some classmates. i thought of a very simple fetch quest: getting her name. that’s all it was. nothing more, nothing less.

that said, i have new answers to things.

why can’t she go through walls?

who cares? i’m not gonna make transition events on every wall tile just to satisfy some people who can’t put their suspension of disbelief on hold for a silly ten minute game.

why are all these girls dead?

i don’t know. i just thought one character would be too lonely, so i added some more. i thought more ghosts would be better than filling the space with living characters and then dealing with whatever allows them to communicate.

and there was one person that once said in a comment that it was weird that protag’s parents had the same last name. that has always been a strange thought to me. they’re married? one took the other’s last name?

i don’t really know what i’m rambling about at this point.

in the past seven years (in no particular order), i have moved out, got my drivers license, lost my job, got another job, was ghosted out of that job, gotten a new job that destroyed my soul, fell into a deep depression at the start of the lockdown, went back to the soul crushing job once it resumed, fell out with my roommate, moved back in with my parents, quit my old job and got another job that i now love, adopted a hamster, had her until she passed away earlier this year from health complications, made friends, lost friends, started and ended therapy, got a psychiatrist, got on anxiety medication, started (trying) ADHD meds, started dating my girlfriend, saw her in person twice, was briefly hospitalized to get my first surgery (gall bladder removal), had ANOTHER surgery (septoplasty + removing polyps), went to new york to meet old friends twice, went thru multiple medications trying to find something to help me sleep at night, came out to my mother as a lesbian (she still does not know my gender identity), met some of the people who would become some of the most important people in my life, cried over dnd (positive), started writing stories again, tabled at a lot of conventions…

it’s been a long and wild road. and in those seven years, i have thought about the ATB cast. i know the game got a little traction when it was first released, and i’m a little shocked that it seems to get a lot more attention in spanish speaking communities! that’s a lil crazy to me! not in a bad way of course. i think that’s really cool. sharing our creations and experiences across different language communities is one of the coolest things in the world.

i’ve seen praise and criticism that have helped me think about my work as an artist, and some that have hindered me a bit. nevertheless, i’ve grown a lot since then. at least i hope so.

im rambling about a lot of things. sorry. my train of thought is more like a spaghetti junction, lol

at the end of the day, these silly little ghost girls were my first real journey into RPGmaker. i’d loved playing games for a long time and had made one shoddy little thing before, but ATB was my first real release. i’ve thought about these girls a lot. i don’t think too hard about their world, the lore doesn’t really matter to me; it was just a silly little game i made with no real forethought.

one day i will deliver that remake to you. i don’t know when. i love these characters, simple as they are, and i want to do right by them. im even thinking of asking for help, as i clearly have a lot of trouble moving forward; help with setting up maps and transitions is the most important thing, as i’m not very good at layouts or mapping, but i can handle all the artwork and writing dialogue myself. i also want to commission someone for custom music, as the original music used in the game was generated via online programs because i am also, shockingly (/sarcasm), terrible at music composition. or more like i have no experience with it. i’m tone deaf as all hell.

that is not financially viable for me right now, unfortunately (i owe my parents like $800 for insurance + some assistance from when bebbie passed away) and i do not want to just. not pay people for their work. as an artist i understand the value of the work that goes into these things, and i’m not about to run around asking for free help with a silly little ghost game. i want to be able to pay my help appropriately for their time and effort. that said, if you’d be interested in helping out when that time comes (paid of course, i can’t tell you when that’ll be bc as much as i love my job i don’t make a lot of money) please let me know.

i should bring this rambling to a close.

thank you for seven years of silly ghost girls. it’s been a long time, but i hope that these girls pop into your thoughts from time to time to say hello, as they do for me. i want to do them better, even if they are just a couple of silly middle school lesbian ghosts.

thank you for your patience and support. i’m sorry i haven’t lived up to be the person or developer that i wanted to be. i’m sorry i failed to bring you something to play so many times and for so long. i hope you can forgive me.

thank you, thank you, thank you.

[bigwishes]

Hey man I got a wish, but not for me. My best friend is pretty small and nerdy and gets picked on by the powerlifters for it. They always say he's so small and boyish it makes me mad! I wish that he'd be able to take their strength and manliness and become the massive hairy athlete they wished they could be! But could you make him not realize it until those jocks are all drained? I want them to realize though to show them actions have consequences.

Sure we could go and do that for your friend. As far as I can tell there are 3 major bullies were dealing with here, there are a couple more but 3 main guys we can use to set an example. So why don't we get started with seeing your mate at the gym. I see your mate is a real twunk, not skinny enough to be a twink, not enough much to be a hunk, well that's all about to change. He hasn't even started lifting yet and already Trev is walking over to say hello, well you know what I mean by hello.

"Oi what up itty biddy?" Trev laughed placing his big meaty paw of a hand on your mate's shoulder

Instantly something was wrong as Trev tried to pull his hand away but couldn't.

"Alright Trev, fuck off let go" "I, I'm tryin tiny, I can't" The muscles in Trev's whole arm began to pulse and shake as veins enraged and enlarged looking like thick ropes. The movement of the muscles looked like a pumping motion headed towards his hand. Trev's body began to shrink and with each passing second he was looking less like a "big Trev" and more like some middle ages accountant. At the same time your buddy's body began to enlarge as the muscles all over his body began to inflate, but not all of the muscle from Trev flooded into your friend, some seemed to be lost in the transfer. Trev was finally able to let go, he was left standing there holding onto his clothes so they don't fall down on his tiny hairy body.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME" Trev screamed "I dunno Trev could you piss off so I can work out please"

Trev scrambled away like a rat and left your friend to his weights.

There we go, your buddy is looking much larger now, massive and strong. To the average bloke this would be a fantastic body but we aren't done just yet.

Next up we got Teddy, a guy just as big as Trev is...or rather was anyway, can't wait to see what happens to your buddy next.

"Surely that can't be you itty biddy? Its only been a week since I last saw you" "Stop calling me that shit teddy, Im tryin to work on myself, get bigger" "Well it looks like you already got bigger mate, what you on?" "Fuck off Teddy. I'm gonna get big the natural way"

Well, your friend is gonna get big in a (super)natural way. Teddy walked off to lift his own weights but he could still be seen in the corner of the gym, just in eye sight of your mate. Teddy struggled to lift his warm up weights, he was sweating bullets after just 2 reps and with every rep his body got smaller and smaller whilst you mate got bigger and bigger.

Your friend is looking ultra swole now, You can see his body begin to get tight and struggle to move with the moment he used to have, but your buddy has no idea what is going on. Lastly we have Greg, over by racks about to do the best deadlift of his life. His enormous muscled frame bent down, grabbed the bar and threw it above his head as light as a feather. As the bar passed over his body in swiped away all the strong muscle leaving skin and bones, like some magical form of a real life magnetic sketch pad eraser had been used on Gregs muscles leaving a blank slate. By the time the bar reached the top he had transformed into an inflatable strongman's toy a kid would buy at the fair.

Your friend finally saw what had happened to him in the mirror of the gyms, he smiled feeling his biceps, his pecs, he was slightly bigger than his perfect size but no one would make fun of him in the gym again, and then along came Greg's muscles.

Your buddy felt his body become tight, his skin groaned as it and the muscles beneath it expanded. He ripped off his shirt or rather obliterated it to free himself from the constricting pressure. He watched as his new defined six pack started to bubble and swell outwards into a huge roided gut. His shoulders traps and pecs began to swell up around his neck and his lost more mobility of his body with each passing second.

His enormous body continued to swell each second forcing him to get bigger and bigger. Sweat began to run down from his pits and down his sides, sweat from his neck and chest ran down his pecs and around his massive roided bloat. He groaned feeling his roid gut become tighter as more and more muscle was packed on. The three bullies began to lose all their body hair as it sprouted over your mates body. his pits were full of hair and musk and a grand stink stuck to him like glue. A puddle of sweat had formed under his ridiculous frame.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME" you mate yelled before he had a chance to assess his body that consisted of the muscle of 3 seasoned powerlifters along with all the muscle the 3 of them still would have earned in a few years, people began to notice him, some even began to giggle and laugh at how his muscled ass had began to split his gym shorts.

Your friend began to move as fast as he could, waddling out of the gym leaving a river of sweat behind him.

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Well there you have it mate, no one is gonna laugh at him for being small ever again, but he's probably got a few new worries other than being embarrassed at the gym. You are such a great friend wishing to give your friend a perfectly massive body like this, maybe I should reward you and make you twice as big for being so generous... Who would complain having their muscles blown up like that, I know I wouldn't.

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #reality change #tf story #gay transformation #muscle morph #transformation

[system-of-a-feather]

Not necessarily DID related and honestly I have an art blog for this but I also don't use my art blog and shit, plus I don't really consider this "art posting" considering its actually more on just the hobby of it - but like, its around three years of arting at this point - probably a bit more. I had originally picked it up out of spite that one of our littles could actually draw somewhat well and was using it for chaos and found that it is honestly one of my best and most reliable self regulating activities that can help me ground, relax and focus the best.

And so ever since I started, I had originally made a deal with myself that we draw at least 30 minutes daily and for the first two years, we barely missed a day partially because we are (problematically) good at keeping routines and making hobbies out of work and work out of hobbies, but also just because it is really something I just >need< to do in order to properly maintain a sense of like, homeostasis and zen.

At this point, I don't even try to make myself draw regularly, I just naturally really try to set at least an hour aside to draw and its just become a regular part of my routine. Which is honestly a double win for me since I have this story I've been writing with a friend since I we were 12 and very much like to say "raised us more than our parents" and as a result both of us have a very strong need and urge to one day put the story out there so it can live on outside of our own mortal "foreshortened future experiencing" heads. And over time we realized that turning it into a comic / webtoon would probably be the best means of telling the story, and so as the art friend between the two, I've just casually added "becoming a reluctant mangaka" onto my list of side hobbies and skills I plan to one day do and am slowly working up, cause again - the story needs to get out there some point.

I don't plan to actaully even so much as draft anything until the RP-format of the prequel is over and at least a year or two from now has passed, so I'm currently just bolstering out skills in my art to actually make it so that I'm not gonna 1) be limited in how I can make characters and the world and 2) So that I can find a consistent style and method to going about drawing things and people

And with this up running year (I count years by art fight years) my main focus is expanding my designs to things I dont usually draw (I specialize in pretty boys, so I gotta expand out to different age groups, more traditional masc characters, remember how to draw women etc) and to actually drawing backgrounds / sceneries

And I just got done drawing my first somewhat old man in a while and not only is he old and more of a not-twink faced dude, but he actually has a beard and Im like huh. This is really out of my 'preferred character design' but I'd like to think it is turning out well and I'm just like huh.

It's really neat how my skill has developed over time.

Anyways, sketch of the character below to enjoy this art log. Please excuse the lazy watermark. @feathery-creations is the art blog I never update.

#alter: riku #art log #art #not me realizing he is missing one pin on his right breast pocket after i post it #artists curse #scream

[stankycowboy]

you can't expect me to just sit here and let you handle it. ( for jesse 👀 )

Jesse was unused to having his authority questioned. Sure, Severen often pushed him-- sometimes to the brink-- but they each had their place, and his was at the helm. He fought back the urge to bluster, sneering at the woman instead, teeth gritted, eyes seeking her own in cold, hard silver. "An' what are you gonna do ab't it?" His words were so pointed, so forced, that his accent was not the soft Southern drawl, but more of a hiss. "This aint' none'a yer business" he snapped. The girl, she was their problem. He would have no outside interference. Jesse knew this one had a soft spot for their boy Homer, but defending him from his mistakes was no way to learn-- or whatever else she had intended. Furious already, Jesse turned on heel, no longer able to face Lira, biting his bottom lip to keep from punching something, or someone. Even enraged, he knew what a bad idea aggression might be in this scenario. Blood welled up, dribbling down his chin. He paid it no mind.

He had sent the others out, Diamondback with Homer and the newcomer, keeping them safe, at ease, and Severen to seek out the girl's family. Jesse would make sure the girl participated in dispatching her ties to the living world-- a trial of joining them-- in order to do so they would need to keep tabs on not only their whereabouts, but also who they got involved in finding their missing kin. He raised his fingertips to his scrunched forehead, realizing he had already assumed her fellowship. There was just as much a chance she washed out, was unable, or unwilling, to learn. Perhaps he was getting old, growing soft to the notion of expanding their pack. Maybe it was an echo of his own past come to haunt him. Did he miss his own daughters so much?

With a beleaguered sigh, Jesse sat down, anger much diffused by his own personal frustrations. "I didn' think he had it in 'im", the Silvered One quietly admitted, steepleing his fingers in front of his lips. His stare became long, unfocused, drifting off into the middle distance. "Really thought it had passed". It was an ignorant belief really, based more on hope than fact. It would have been so much easier if it had been true. Now, they found themselves in the exact predicament they had always sought to avert. "I promised this would never happen" he said, mostly thinking aloud; though he could have been trying to excuse the unfortunate event as well. There was nothing for it now, he understood that regret was not a pleasantry they could afford. They would have to find out if she was one of them or not. Simple as that. He dropped his hands to his lap, became fully present, and returned his attention to Lira. "I don' know what you would do, or what you intend, but we'll solve it". Jesse spoke with all the authority he could muster, knowing he was well and truly beneath the woman before him, but he would not be ousted. These were his people. He could take care of them. He had all this time. Surely they would find their way. Through one course or another, their fate would be decided. Whether they weathered the storm, or were sunk by their own hubris, he would remain the captain of their ship.

He kept his steely eyes on her, showing his staunch position. Two immovable forces on the topic at hand. He only hoped Severen stayed away, he didn't need to fight a war on two fronts. The boy would eagerly align with Lira, not out of love, or split loyalty-- though it was hard to say if they would not factor in--Severen had said from the start the girl should be got rid of. Any stance that removed her from their midst was one he would double down on, and there was nothing more insufferable than his partner becoming belligerent. "We can do this" he assured her. Forcing himself to sound calm, though the dried stain on his face spoke otherwise. "Give it a week". Of course, making this agreement with her was almost pointless. He would have to bring the same deal to the others. Homer would happily agree, Diamondback would be wary, yet amenable due to her closeness with the old man, but what would he do about Severen…

He kept stern until she agreed or left. Unable to be swayed from his decision. Let the others fuss, and fight, and bicker, he would not have it. In a week, she would become one of them. Or die trying.

#✘ ic. #ulfhrafnx

[heylinfanclub]

Me, unable to just focus on one thing ever: IM JUST GONNA IDEA DUNP

common physical disabilities among Gloreals like misaligned spines, colorblindness, split pupils, bone fusions—- ;

vertical & hydroponic agriculture—- oouuu;

a planet with buffed defense (+stealth) & intelligence stats but pretty shit everything else (attack, mobility (+speed), size/longevity—- everything needs to take root and multiply quickly/biologically prepare before the quarterly floods—-) ; gloreals got the lions share of mobility truly,,, and Clantrees and Old Flora are the only Macroflora that could thrive Postlunar— New Flora is smaller but complex (and plenty thriving off the old flora).

Calling castes Chromes now. Since. They gots metal in their integument. Chromes largely effect the job they’re expected to have (for ARBOREALS MOSTLY,,,) you can request otherwise, but there’s no guarantee you’ll find what you’re looking for outside your Chrome.

Rootwalkers; masters of the land far below. Dark as night and otherworldly enigmatic. Necessary to the safe transport between clans. Part of the clans and yet, separate. As many parts of the clan are. Rare be one walks above their station. (Though all may mingle inside). | Vinevillas string up between the branches, full of the Branchfolk. Bright and colorful, loud and limber, they take care of trade and entertainment. | Insiders band about any chrome, their job does not necessitate a coat of refined specification, but it is a title scarcely desired. They archive and transmit information, connect individuals and generally act as catch-all clan servicemen. They are not treated poorly by any means, but many believe the other chromes to live more Exciting lives. || Canopykin the ever ejected chrome of unseemly pale feathers, which never stood a chance to disguise themselves in the forest of dark and light. Called a Nonchrome sometimes, since they don’t have Any Color. Not really out of malice, but out of transliteration really. Once pale hatchlings were hidden in the trunks of trees while their kin hunted, but as their kin increasingly inhabited the trees, they were pushed higher. Eventually they inhabited the canopy, and became clan essentials. Keepers of the sky and speakers of the tree, they inhabit some of the most conscious parts of the tree. They act as meteorologists, time keepers, and caretakers for the most vulnerable of the clan: The Tree, the Hatchlings and the Elders. Canopykin accept Elders into the canopy as a sort of hospice, and take care of the young alongside them. This way young learn from the elders, face death, and form an intimate bond with the tree before they trickle down into their expected chromes. The visage of a Nonchrome is akin to that of both the first person to raise you and the reaper taking you to your final rest. A keeper of life and death. But they’re really just people so time goes to show that not everyone was suited for it, but they of all chromes, get the most attention beneath the canopy. Within the tree perhaps, you may see them in passing. But among the vines? THE ROOTS? Anyone would have a visceral reaction. Like seeing a ghost.

Ofc the other gloreal civilizations have other categorization processes. Southern plains use height to structure their mobile formation, and eventually, hierarchy of duties (tallest go out and hunt, smallest keep to internal work). ; coastals are more impressed by actual feats of merit / challenges / duels / competitions / clout ; Northern Plains also recognize merit with status, but primarily try to live equally and protect their vulnerable and respect their elders ; Tunnel Folk are entirely distributist and complicated cause uh, very isolated population with internal politics that Hurt.; AND THE DISTANT LANDERS HOOO. they think everyone ion the mainland is just Weird. But the feeling is mutual….

Distant landers,,,, closest part of their land seen gets called the Ash Beach cause ya know. Volcanos. But I really do wanna expand on them. And their distinctness. But also that m yes familiarity. They don’t hide from the storms. Even the plains folk hide, southern taking refuge with other populations (or in dryland clantrees) and northern moving to a heated mountain far in the north. But the DLanders got methods. Methods similar to ways that coastals take advantage of the floods probably. There’s never much of a ‘colonization’ era, just Arboreals pushing their culture on everyone for a short while before getting SETTLED TF DOWN. So Dlanders form a rather distinct culture across the sea. They don’t even have big trees and their mountains contain multiple volcanos. They got boiling lakes and basalt columns, amphibious plants and unique fauna. Truly the australiwaii of my story. *wheeze* I hope that comparison is not off base somehow. Just that Volcano-Islands + Incredibly Alien Ecosystem.

#gloreals. #me.