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rotomicity · 7 months

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I am Elidibus! And it is my duty to steer mankind and the very star upon their true course. This I swore to...to someone.

We spoke, and I swore...what? What did I...?

An elidibus piece I made for an event back in august, went a bit experimental on this one bc I wanted to capture that crystal/glass-like look to reflect the crystal tower where his trial takes place

I think i rushed this piece a lot bc i needed to move onto other things i wanted to sell for the booth and there were some ideas i had to discard during the wip stage but overall i'm glad i got to do a little tribute to my favorite unsundered :')

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 25 days

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priest!geto who falls so deeply in love with you that he assumes you were sent by god to test his faith. is this anything /taps mic

#pinterest anon this is all ur fault :(((((#i’m SURE this concept has been done before btw it’s 2 perfect for him …. silly little delusional man #hhhh i’m still figuring out how i want to portray him 😔😔😔#i think. he’s kind of a sleazeball #i think he feels fond of you and it’s so soft and good and normal that he thinks he’s fucking dying #”surely this is a test of will. a trial of faith.” no man it’s this funny thing called Having A Crush #he’s kind of silly but also intense……. kind of funny but then there’s that sense of rot #decay #etcetc #kirei kotomine lend me your strenght i will need it to do him justice………#priest!geto who wants to meet god so he can ask why someone like him was created #why he was born with a liar’s smile. why he was born with the ability to see curses #hmmmmmmmmm #ari noises ✩

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pixelatedraindrops · 20 days

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RAINCODE SICKFIC FINALE (SPOILERS)

My awaited finale to my RainCode Sickfics of the Heart Series is finally done at last!! This took me a couple of months to put together but I figured since I mentioned it months before and delayed it, I had to get it done as my next project. It's the MakoYuma sickfic where Yuma takes care of a seriously ill Makoto.

This fanfic is officially my longest RainCode fic to date, even beating HIWTHI's word length, so make sure to read it only if you have time! It's the final sequel to that fic as well.

Be Warned: This fic is on the angsty/extreme side with a few trigger warnings. Such as Vomiting, Psychological Trauma and Implied Suicide. Please take caution/care if you read!

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Also yes! This is the second commission I received from FTAngel! (if I'm gonna commission someone for official looking work, then I'll ask for both my targets getting cared for hehe :3) This illustrates a scene toward the end of Chapter 7 (the fic will feature it as well)

There are actually a few people I'd like to shout out/credit for this fanfic's creation. So thank you all for unknowingly inspiring me ^-^

@gardenofskeletonss

Your art and thoughts of Makoto's past as a test subject were very helpful fodder to make this fic super angsty and tie to how much this poor thing has likely suffered. Helped me write down some good dialogue for the hallucinations and freakouts in the delirium stage. So Thank you for that!

@alfiely-art

Your small fic where Makoto age regresses when he got stressed gave me some good thoughts for writing Makoto's delirious behavior. Although I'm not a huge fan of age regression, reducing Makoto to a vulnerable and needy child-like state when super ill was a lot of fun! I love the idea of him being reduced to that since he never could be a child (and he is 3 freaking years old lmao)

@shiut

Those sprite edits you made really fueled my juices to continue wiring this fic. Having a picture in my head of what a vulnerable Makoto looked like was such an inspiration boost so thank you for taking the time to make those edits! I hope you don't mind me using some of them in the fic's 5th Chapter. Also your theory and thoughts of homunculi not being able to die from illness was briefly mentioned as well.

@draconicsparkle

Thank you for being my beta reader. I usually don't trust others to read my work but given how well your reading does with the community and in general, as well as you being a Makoto superfan, your encouragement really helped me feel more confident in continuing and getting this done. Thank you so much again.

With that out of the way, I hope you all enjoy the story!! I will still write more sickfics for RainCode, but this is the final one that I consider to be canon/post canon.

So I hope it delivers well!

Eat up RainCode and MakoYuma fans!

Hope the meal is to your liking~ ^-^ ♡

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dazaistabletop · 1 year

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Things we got in the second bsd promotional video:

Gogol's clown laugh

That One Chuuya Scene™

Sigma and his casino blowing up

Fitzgerald

A release date

Mushi doing the frog smile

Jouno doing his...that one expression

Idk man but he looks like either a bitch or a sadistic cat

Tecchou looking gorgeous

Atsushi catching a bullet with his teeth

Things we did not get:

Sigma's heels.

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thawthebeez · 6 months

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"My sweet summer child" Says the Ivy on the Wall

"My sweet summer child," she says as she crawls up the cobbled walls, hooking her fingers into the crevasses between the stones, "how far you've fallen."

Although she does not know precisely how far this being has fallen. She doesn't even know if they are human.

She only knows what she observes.

So she watches. Her eyes had latched onto this creature from the very beginning, stumbling through the fallen trees and thickened grass, pressing their forehead into the wooden frame of the broken door and sinking into the slanted cabin.

They look half-dead, but she cannot help but smile, for this is the most life she's witnessed here in ages.

She watches through the windows she covers as the being dusts the cobwebs from the corners, shoos out the critters from the cracks, and plucks the weeds from the plants that have made a home out of decay.

Slowly, life seeps back in; like the rays of sunlight they've allowed to pass through having brushed away parts of her being.

(She does not mind being swept away. The being's hands are gentle, and their voice is shaky as they murmur apologies— over and over and over and—)

She watches as the person comes and goes. Sometimes they leave at sundown and do not return until dawn, whereas other days they do not leave at all. She does her best to shield the cottage from crumbling upon the person as they sleep, clinging tightly to the rotting support beams and willing them not to bend on such a night.

Many evenings, the person is found hunched over a canvas, hues of all sorts covering their body— some reds, some greens, some pinks. They paint until their eyes droop and their paintbrush clatters on the floor.

There is only one person in every picture. Sometimes this painted person is crying, other times they are laughing. Sometimes they are standing at the edge of a cliff, other times they are by the sea.

(And sometimes the paintings are kicked— sometimes the creature drags their claws through the canvas— other times they are propped up against the wall next to where the person sleeps.)

She watches as the person blooms like the summer flowers in the front yard; she watches as the person seems the mourn the bees that buzz amongst the cornflowers.

She watches as the being's eyes become overcast like the rainy days that she appreciates so dearly; she watches as the being curls into themselves, trying to keep warm with a stick of fire burning between their fingers, filling their lungs with smoke.

She watches as the creature sinks into the crumbling cobble, surrounded by drying flora. Clasped between their hands is a bouquet of fresh autumn wildflowers, but the creature seems to pay no mind to their beauty. Instead, they set them alight, blowing on the burnt out stems in an attempt to keep the dying embers alive, but it is to no avail.

The leaves from the birch trees are starting to fall. She knows her's are soon to join them.

"My sweet summer child," she calls to them with dying breaths, but they do not answer.

There is nothing left to say.

(Inspired by this post by @bugster-o7 . and also The Frost by Mitski but that is completely unrelated)

#typed this one out real quick hehe #definitely some poetic elements in here because prose would not do this concept justice at all #also: take note of the words 'creature' 'being' and 'person' and How and When they're used #i feel like it's most obvious to understand what they mean in the last few paragraphs #i love Rot and Decay!#and also a little bit of angst for the lads #the swarm

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azurechicken · 10 months

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Shout-out to Justice for having two tainted hosts and still resisting being corrupted into a demon.

#my justice isnt corrupted agenda i will never shut up about #also #one was a decaying corpse and the other with a still intact functioning soul he were to coexist with #both his host and himself have individual thoughts and yet they are not able to differentiate them from each other most of the time #and that is a LOT #dragon age justice #justice positive #dragon age #me own

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dreamsofalife · 26 days

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((TAG DUMP~))

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thx-for-the-venom · 2 years

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mcr have final discovered the truth about god. god is entropy. god is decay. god is the endless cycle of life building upon death, creation happens only by the destruction of something else. their rebirth is truly built upon the foundations of decay

#mcr #mcrs new philosophy serious aligns with my beliefs about the universe so i’m going to post about it lol #it’s like in bullets god is a destoryer #and in revenge a justice #and in tbp just death #and now we have come full circle to what happens after that #quiet poetic tbh #foundations of decay

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karengillanslefteyebrow · 11 months

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Brb gonna don my mourning cloak for all of the writings of women that were plagiarized or altogether never discovered

#text post #textposts #shit post #why am i like this #mourning #lost media #mourning lost writing #like do you ever think about how fortunate we are to have the writings we have?#what about the women who never got a chance #what about the prose that got burned or drowned or hidden away and decayed #we’re so lucky to have discovered what we have #think if Mary Shelley’s work had never been revealed as her own #think of how many women never got that Justice #god #I’m emotional

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libartz · 1 year

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Welcome to the Justice store, we got:

-Justice Classic

-Beefy Anders Justice

-Beefy Kristoff Justice

-Emerald Knight Justice

-Blind Skeleton Justice

-Undead Overworld Justice mark 1 (lightly damaged) (flowers included)

-Undead Overworld Justice mark 2 (moderately damaged) (vision intact)

-Flame Sconce Justice

-the combination Anders Coat and Warden Robe

-Goat/raven hybrid beast Justice

-and of course Cat Scrunchie Justice

#justice #dragon age #into the justice-verse #justice dragon age #face horror #face trauma #head trauma #sketches #darkspawn attack + eyesocket decay = resting angry face #the goat head one gives me elias ainsworth vibes #it’s from the da2 vengeance tree #as for why he looks like that it could be a Chasind thing #their mythology has people with animal heads #also he fluffy #my art

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mxdotpng · 2 years

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pov: you find a corpse in the brume and it decides to steal your identity

#.text #ffxiv #u ever think abt how some of the temple knights report that theyve seen the wol talking to a decaying corpse #like. in their eyes you are talking to what most people would shriek in fear at.#you are staring blankly at it and saying few words and then suddenly you walk away. and you come back the next week to do the exact same #what did aymeric do with those claims. like his knights were dying and the ones who lived were like. yeah man. youre friend here #is murdering us left and right for their misguided justice and staring at the corpse in the brume for hours in complete silence.#you need to do smth abt that. and then aymeric just. like. shrugs.#'normal typical wol behavior'#so freaky. i love it

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shinygoku · 2 years

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Whenever something reminds me that vo/tr0n existed, I’m EXTRA thankful for Dragonball as being obsessed with that around the time that v0lt-n was having it’s 3rd season meant I never bothered continuing and didn’t have false hopes the show would actually become cool lmao

#Another common W for Son Goku #it's almost incredible how viletron had a cool concept wrapped in a big bow and managed to ruin every potential beat #they couldn't even do BASIC TROPES justice maaaaaannn #yeah I still censor the name because it's like nuclear fallout and not enough time has passed for the half life decay

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ultrachoppedpenguinbouquet · 2 months

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A Levite and his concubine

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#Bible #Compassion #Concubine #Events #Evil #God #Hospitality #Injustice #Israel #Judges #Justice #Lawlessness #Levite #Moral decay #Sodom

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ofviisions · 9 months

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le character tags

#✦ .·:·. [ 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 | mastermind in silk clothing ].#✦ .·:·. [ 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 | an element of starlight ].#✦ .·:·. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚 | hungry for justified violence ].#✦ .·:·. [ 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 | in the end wealth is everything ].#✦ .·:·. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐬 | long lost heart misunderstood ].#✦ .·:·. [ 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 | vengeful flames of retribution ].#✦ .·:·. [ 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 | true justice will be painful ].#✦ .·:·. [ 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢 | eons will not decay order ].

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shotmrmiller · 1 month

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simon isn't a man you take home. he's for the literal streets. dresses like he's homeless because all that matters is that his throwing knives and handguns are pristine. the only reason his home is spotless is because he doesn't live in it, it's all for show. his pantry has only salt and mouse traps, his fridge a long expired bottle of ketchup and something that if anyone ate, they'd gain superpowers.

he's got a crazy look in his eye, and who can blame him after all that shit he's been through? gut-wrenching betrayal, unimaginable torture, then buried alive shoulder to shoulder with his ol rotting buddy, ol decaying pal? he joined the military a butcher's apprentice, and now he's an echo of what simon riley used to be, a fading silhouette that wanders the corridors in base. a ghost.

he has to play music whenever he's not at work just to keep the screaming voices in his head at bay, and it has to be loud enough to drown out the incessant high-pitched ringing in his ears. a cacophony of noise that wears his thin string of patience into in-existence.

he's a killer, he's a man who's donned his skull mask for so long that he's forgotten the face underneath.

you don't bring a man like him home. and when you eventually did, even your parents had agreed.

he looks one clown short of a circus.

he hovers over you like a ghost. (ha)

possessive, obsessive, paranoid.

he'll kill you if you try to leave him.

simon heard everything, not like they had tried to keep their voice down. it hadn't really mattered to him, empty words pelting knotted flesh only a sharpened knife could cut through. but you hadn't taken any of it.

his little hero, coming to his defense. it'd been the first time- in a long time- that his icy cold, tiny heart skipped a beat.

simon's always been his own savior. he saved himself from the shit life he had with his family by joining the army. he'd clawed his way out of his own grave, freshly turned soil stuck under his fingernails for weeks. he'd gone after the head of roba, in the name of vengeance. even now, he's a part of the justice league, the task force 141.

unsung heroes.

and here you were, standing in your parent's kitchen, all bared teeth and scalding temper- over him.

simon's so aroused that when he rises from where he's seated, he sways on his feet. there's no stopping him from briskly walking over to you and hoisting you up and over his shoulder, heading for the door.

there's no stopping him from throwing you into the backseat, and climbing in after.

you weakly try to stop him with stammered words, just wanting to know what the fuck he's doing but when simon starts to impatiently undo the button of your jeans, his confined manhood pushing up underneath you, it clicks.

you don't want him to stop when the calloused pad of his thumb rubs your slippery clit with expertise, thick fingers curling inside your swollen cunt.

you definitely don't want him to stop when his cock slides through your slick folds, his hand wrapped around his thick base. his tip pushes inside, mild discomfort already flaring. gravity then does the work, slowly sinking you onto him until his thighs are flush against your arse. the sweet, decadent burn of him splitting you in half sparking your nerve endings alight, from the waist to your knees.

you beg him not to stop when he fucks you in earnest; desire, sticky and wet, dampening the coarse trimmed hair of his cock. the air inside the truck muggy, heavy and thick with sex. he places his hand under your navel, right when he knows he is, and grunts when he gently presses down. the noises coming from you and your sodden pussy are obscene, lewd, downright vulgar and he wonders if you'd let him record it- to replace the banal music he usually listens to.

your breath hitches beautifully, and simon makes sure to watch how you let go of his shoulder to weave that hand downward to take yourself over the edge.

"impatient little pet, can't even wait f'me to get ya there, eh?" the low chuckle he lets out is cut short at the feeling of your slick walls fluttering around him, making him groan. he keeps his sharp gaze on you when your body tenses, back arching as you jerk fast, little circles over your pearl. he plants his feet and begins to thrust upward, your weight nothing to his strength and-

how beautiful you look in the pleasure he brings you.

it's cliche, truly, that he comes when you do, but he couldn't care less in this instance. your cunt squeezes him like a silken fist, a tight vice that milks his cock almost painfully so. his grip around your waist is bruising, but it only adds to the sensation- the delightful bite of pain prolonging your pleasure.

the base of his spine tingles from his climax, and his breathing is ragged. alive. your hands skim the wide breadth of his chest, as if brushing off the dirt he'd once been buried under.

his little hero.

you took him home, so now he takes you to his.

(...don't look in the kitchen, pet.)

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x f reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #ghost smut #ghost x reader

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raiyine · 1 year

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AUTHOR INTERVIEW: Joe Scipione

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