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fourandmoreeyes · 11 months

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[Heartless] The Fateful Encounter

Good job, me. I completely forgot I had a tumblr. In any case, I've found some inspiration lately in the form of @abd-illustrates-art. A friend sent me his YouTube channel, and I ended up navigating to his Concept Corner playlist wherein I saw his characters for a still-in-progress idea called Heartless. I highly recommend.

A disclaimer: these are my interpretations of things. While watching the CC playlist, I thought of a scene with the main character having a mission go wrong and also coming in contact with (one or two of) the BBEG(s). Nothing's set in stone here. Just having a bit of fun.

In any case, preamble aside, let's get into it.

It was hard to see past the smoke billowing from the crater. Every time Heartless tried to call out to his friends, he choked on his voice. “Alche—!” Another cough. “F… Flint—!” He grabbed his throat and backed away from the smoke.

“We’re all right!” shouted a voice past the cloud.

“Get the crystal and go!” shouted someone else.

Heartless spun around, looking frantically for the dull coloured crystal. “I can’t! I won’t leave you!” But he needed to find that crystal. It helped take the burden off his magical core; it empowered him. It… spoke to him? It was hard for him to understand, but if he could grab it, he knew that he’d get some answers.

“Can you really afford to say such a thing with that bleeding heart of yours?”

Heartless froze, and then the smoke suddenly exploded outward, spreading in all directions. Heartless raised his arms to protect his face and eyes as much as he could as he watched the well-dressed form descending from the crest of the crater. This figure was pale, sickly looking almost, and those dull eyes were trained directly on Heartless.

Heartless dropped his arms and began walking backwards. He kept his gaze trained on the figure slowly advancing on him, strolling with unnerving grace, gaze never wavering.

“Who is that?” Heartless heard followed by a more panicked,

“Flint, get down!”

The ground shook with a sudden attack. Alchemy and Flint cried out, and the sounds of combat burst into the air. Heartless whipped his head in the same direction as the voices, compelled to run to them in spite of the danger looming nearby.

“You—”

“—should pay attention,” the pale man said. He stopped on the gentle slope and canted his head down. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinising Heartless from afar. “Ah.” Before long, he sighed, closed his eyes, and shook his head. “Is this the true potential of magic…?”

Heartless frowned, looking at the man now. “What…?”

“Something like yourself… was created with the ‘miracle’ of magic.” The man raised a hand and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it further away from his face. “Is this defiance of nature something worth celebrating?”

Heartless stopped and stared at the man now. Though he wanted to go to his friends, he just couldn’t let this kind of insult stand. “I don’t know why I’m here… or why I’m like this― But you don’t have any right to judge!” He pointed at the man. “Who are you!”

The man listened, silently, his expression slightly more bothered than before. He removed his hand from his hair with a fan of his fingers. His hand moved in an arch, but even from this distance, Heartless felt a shift in the air. He had a feeling that things were going to go from bad to worse…

“I am Alastor Creed, member of the Jury.” He held his hand out at his side, palm up towards the sky. “I am, by all means, more than qualified to judge.”

“I—”

“You are dead.” Alastor charged forward. “I tire of speaking.”

He’s fast!

But Heartless was confident that he was faster. He moved backwards and kept the distance between him and the stranger. He felt the shadows at his feet, and they gave him more speed. This area was filled with still magic, and Heartless called upon anything that would bolster his own body. Strength and speed—those would be the most ideal. He could knock this guy over, get to Flint and Alchemy, and hopefully, get back into town before anything happened.

Something headed his call, and he leapt off his shadow. It twisted into a tight ball of dual-toned energy. Heartless volleyed the burning orb between his feet, allowing it to gather more and more magic until it flashed bright when it was complete. He rolled the ball onto the curve of his foot, kicked it up to his knee, and then knocked it up to slam his forehead against it.

The magic broke and flooded over his body. It sank into his body, took roots deep within him, and Heartless’ eyes glowed with the new power. He surged to the still advancing stranger, determined to take him out so that he could get to his friends.

But then, it felt like a sledgehammer cracked between his shoulder blades. His body felt suddenly empty, hollow; the magic core fueling his body stuttered out for a few seconds, and so Heartless went crashing to the ground, his body rolling across the dirt. Alastor easily dodged the rolling body. He slowed himself down and walked a few steps forward before turning to stare at the limp young man on the floor.

The magic core sparked to life, and Heartless’ body jerked when it did. The core burned and spiraled, building in intensity until Heartless gasped from the pain. He clawed his fingers into the ground and slowly pushed himself up. Like this, with his magic running at high intensity, he could feel the crystal’s location. It wasn’t far from him, somewhere close to the crater. He struggled up to his hands and knees.

Alastor sighed. “How sad, how grotesque.” WIth a quick series of moments, he removed a curled, crystalline dagger. He spun it sharply so that the blade was facing away from him. “But it is my duty to take care of you, and so I shall.”

He began walking towards Heartless again with that slow, eerie grace again. Heartless was still struggling to push himself up, but his core was burning through the life around him. The grass wilted and dried; the dirt turned dry and cracked. Alastor scowled the closer he drew. Heartless brought up his head and watched as Alastor drew the dagger above his head—

But then a new body flew in their direction, hitting the ground and bouncing unceremoniously. The woman groaned; she looked like a porcelain doll. Though, it was a good thing that she wasn’t as fragile; otherwise that landing would have been a lot darker. Heartless, taking the momentary distraction, forced himself to stand on his own two feet.

Alastor turned his head in the woman’s direction, but he didn’t look away from Heartless. “Alright, Lorelai?”

“Bit of a rough landing,” “Lorelai” replied, “but I’ll live.”

Alastor’s eyes widened, but before he could react, an extended magician’s cane slammed against his side and arm. Alastor’s expression scrunched in pain as he was knocked to the side. Not as far as Flint would have sent him, but far enough that Heartless felt confident enough to whip around and scramble for the crystal.

At the top of the crater, Heartless looked to see that Flint was fighting the real Lorelai. She ducked and dodged his wider strokes, but when she paused to use her magic, he would concentrate an attack on her mouth, forcing her to move out of the way. Heartless’ attention suddenly shot downward to the turned over earth, and he surged towards a spot where he began digging mindlessly.

The magic was here— the crystal was here!

“There you are.” Alastor jumped above Heartless, dagger poised for an attack.

Alchemy, now transformed back into their normal self, dove across the space to knock Heartless out of the way.

“Can you use it?” they gasped, sitting up and staring down at him.

The crystal was calling to him. How could he not?

“Hart!”

“Yes!” he shouted back.

His magic was being replenished at light speed; his skin tingled at the well of energy hiding within. He hadn’t had a chance to properly examine the crystal before its container exploded, but now that it was in his hands, it was more than he had expected. It was medium sized and extremely warm. The magic manifested as an undulating spectrum of cool tones underneath the crystal’s surface. Alchemy left him to fend off Alastor; Flint was fighting Lorelai. He wasn’t sure whether he should help or—

Get away, something whispered. It felt like a second sense, his conscience or maybe his intuition telling him to Go. Run away.

“Why?” he whispered as he tapped into that living well of power.

In seconds, his mind was flooded with faces of Witches from ages past, their powers, their intentions, their strengths. He choked around the flood, feeling more alive than he had ever felt before. The Hungry Ghouls spun around his body, gnashing at the tendrils of power that began to flow around him. He couldn’t remember a time he felt so powerful.

Go… The crystal was insistent, but its voice weaker now.

Heartless pressed his lips together but decided not to ignore the better sense. He didn’t know who these people were, and just from the way that his powers shut down earlier, he didn’t want to take a chance.

He felt like he was falling, or maybe flying. The well of power was so much deeper than he had expected. It was an ocean—a whirlwind— a typhoon. It surrounded him with its energy, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, he felt harmonized with it. At one with it and the people who once used it before. Hands fell upon his arms and back, guiding him through the storm, going wtih him as he flew forward, higher, faster.

“Eira… River…” Heartless’ voice doubled as he channeled the power. It felt like the Witches of the past were speaking with him. “Take us to our friends!”

A portal opened before his eyes, and he could see the exterior of a building through a sunset coloured veil. The hands pushed him forward, and for a moment, he was afraid that he was alone, that the magic misunderstood. But it called to him, it was protecting him. He decided to trust it, and he reached out with both hands to the reds and orange shielding MOJO on the other side.

He opened his eyes as his spirit fell into his body. He was still on his back, but now he was on the ground in front of MOJO’s entryway. Alchemy was panting nearby, and Flint’s fist was an inch away from punching a hole into the exterior wall.

“Wha… we… what happened?” Alchemy asked, looking around frantically before staring down at Heartless. “Hart! Oh, thank goodness. You’re okay.”

Heartless blinked as he stared up at the sky. This was… certainly the village. He took mental stock of himself and realised that he felt exhausted now. But he could forgive that. They were safe now. He lifted his head enough to look down at himself as he opened up his hands. Fragments of the crystal fell onto his stomach. Now that the magic was gone, the ancient thing finally could no longer sustain itself.

That… resonated with Heartless, but he was too tired to think too deeply on it now.

The front door opened to MOJO opened. “Now, what is all this?” Moira asked as she stepped outside. Murphy readjusted on her shoulder before hooking its head on her shoulder and purring contentedly.

Heartless gave a tired laugh and said, “Sorry, Moira…” He opened up his hands to show off the fragments and crystal dust. “But the crystal broke.”

“Oh dear, well… Come in, so we can talk about it.”

Heartless looked between Alchemy and Flint before asking, “Any help?”

“I’ve got you,” Flnt said kindly. He walked closer and reached down for Heartless, who took the overly warm hand gratefully. Admittedly, he felt a bit guilty to see the crystal pieces drop to the ground, but he was too weak to stop them now.

Alchemy groaned and followed Moira into the building. “You will not believe the type of day we had. I thought this was supposed to be an easy job.”

“I said ‘doable’, not ‘easy,’” Moira corrected. “Poor things. I’ll put the kettle on for you. Doppel and Glass should be back in a little bit. Let’s wait for them to get in before you say anything.”

Flint carefully began walking forward, and Heartless looked behind him to the glittering crystal on the floor. “Thank you,” he said softly. But it seemed that was the last of his strength. “I’m going… to lay down.”

“...Hart? Hey!” Flint caught his friend rather easily, but even still, he felt concerned. Moira and Alchemy turned back to look at them. Flint sighed before gathering Heartless into his arms and carrying him that way. “I’ll take him to his room.”

“Go ahead, dear.” Moira reached back to take Alchemy by the wrist. “Come with me, love. Let River get you fixed up.”

“Yeah… Sure.” Alchemy hesitated a second, but then she was pulled along with Moira’s tug. “I’m right behind you.”

#megane writings #inspired by: art #fan fiction #abd illustrates #others: ocs #others: worlds

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alch3mic · 7 months

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#baby boy i love youuuuu #andimighthavegivenupdrawinghalfwaythroughthisimagebutthat’sokay #cause i still love youuuuu #horror #horrortale #horrortale sans #sans #undertale au #alch!art

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 3 months

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Todobaku #♥#Todobaku #Kirideku #💥#💣#⚣#R:G #A:Artsy Alche #No Quirks AU #Bakusquad #College AU #Music AU #Fluff

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pudgy-planets · 9 months

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Unexpected friendship that actually makes a lot of sense when you think on it for a bit.

@readyplayerziggy

Sauce Brushing aside the fact they tower above majority of their peers, companions, and friends-

And have utterly humongous asses with the biggest difference being their busts/cup sizes-

Samantha is a soft-spoken, passionate, and empathetic woman who desires nothing more than to see people express their freedoms and embrace their heritage.

She despises corruption and authoritarianism, like that of the student council and their malefic Class President.

Which is why she "formed" the Apples Gang and eventually conjured her band of thirty misfits or so. They’re not delinquents in the traditional sense, rather they dress how they please, express their freedoms of protest and pull some hilarious pranks-

But they’re quite kind and welcoming despite the untruthful propaganda the council pushes against them. Samantha is kind until pushed. She has a lot going on deep down and rarely shows it.

Sana (in my canon at least) isn’t on the student council. She’s of course, leader of the Sumo Team with ChibiUsa, and president of the classical arts department. Not to be confused with Himiko’s role as the Cultural Arts and Drama department president.

However, she’s still a hardass and serious to an almost comical degree. Why? She has an artist’s passions and a true artistic soul. Therefore she finds beauty in all facets of life, not just paintings or traditional media, but the world itself.

The human body being the biggest form of artistic beauty she can imagine. So she finds Samantha utterly beautiful in that regard….

I mean wouldn’t you?

However, she recognizes, respects, and supports Samantha’s ambitions (as does Chikao). Heritage is beautiful and to repress its existence is a sin towards art an a means of expression.

So while their personalities differ, they see eye to eye on this front… also Samantha’s cats, Sabrina, Hex, Twitch, Alch, Nightshade, Merlin, Raven, the twins: Grim and Reaper, Banshee, Phantom, Shadow, Friday, Thirteen and Lady Charlie Higgleton Flobbenglagger Ploppingschmire Sinnimodana the First find Sana’s presence (and ass) unbelievably comfortable-

#muse: sana sunomiya #muse: samantha #readyplayerziggy #(speaking of which there’s this really good vore pic with sana-#well more of a sequence #planetary lore

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raspbeppie · 11 months

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about me: hi, im rasp! im a lesbian that uses any pronouns :} im a feeder and i've always been a big fan of bigger women, and i finally want to show it. i'm 20, and i'd rather minors begone from this blog due to its adult nature. i plan to reblog both other people's art that i enjoy, and also post my own art as well! i don't really want this blog to have much of a reach, as it is mostly for... personal use. but if you do wish to see some large ladies, go ahead and follow!

EDIT: i do not intend to engage with anyone via dm, as i am apprehensive about talking to strangers directly online, especially in sexual contexts. if you wish to ask about preferences, or chat in general about feedism, sending an ask would be preferred! if an ask doesnt get answered, i either haven't checked my inbox, or i didnt feel comfortable responding. thank you for your understanding!

tag key:

#wg this post is a part of a weight gain sequence. whether it be just one part of the sequence, or a collection of all of the parts of a sequence, you'll find em all in this tag!

#chubby this post is on the lowest end of the weight spectrum. girls that have a bit of a tummy go here!

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#fat this post is the lower midrange on the weight spectrum. girls that have trouble fitting in aisles, doorways, and driver's seats go here!

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#bus this post is the second highest in the highrange of the weight spectrum. girls that are the size of buses or bigger go here!

#sun this post is the highest in the weight spectrum. girls that are around the size of the sun go here!

#mobile this post contains a girl that can move on her own. girls that can make it to the fridge go here!

#immobile this post contains a girl that can't move on her own. girls that need assistance getting places, or getting things, go here!

#irl this post has a real girl in it. girls that take beautiful photos of themselves go here!

#text this post is text only. imagines, appreciation posts, and others' fiction about big girls go here!

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#info this post contains information either relevant to me or the blog itself. girls don't tend to go here! unless you count me!

(DISCLAIMER:)

i do tend to enjoy mobile ladies a bit more, but its not uncommon for me to enjoy a lady at an unreasonable size. this aside, i do not enjoy works with hospital equipment hooked up to a girl, as anything above the #unreal stage is pure fantasy for me. i'd prefer to keep it lighthearted and heavybodied, so works with that tone of seriousness won't be featured.

on a similar note, posts that feature intoxication (or intox for short) will tend more towards the light side, and often will be more towards weed rather than alcohol, mostly out of personal preference.

posts that feature bimbofication, or the act of dumbing down a feedee, will be incredibly sparse as well. i lean more towards a lucid lady, and situations where she may not be in the most control because of difficulty thinking all the time tends to rub me the wrong way.

#irl posts will be infrequent, since i don't wish to be disrespectful to any of the beautiful women who post themselves. weight spectrum catagorization will not apply to these posts either for the same reasons. remember that real women have their own thoughts and feelings as a person, this may be a fetish blog, but their comfort always comes first.

ai art of any kind will not be featured on this blog! bbw-draw or otherwise won't be posted, i would much rather appreciate the artists who kindly create and share with people like us.

thanks so much for reading! now, let's get to those big beautiful women!

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absolx190 · 2 years

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this is my full metal alche mist art “do not forgot” -edwarsd

#fullmetal alchemist #absolsart

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sennik · 1 year

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i'm with my mom and sister right now while they're watching the last two episodes of alch/emy of souls, so here are a few notes about naksu's dragon age verse, based on her canon as closely as possible:

the default setting for this verse will be mage assassin era naksu, before she ever shifted souls into another body, either before or already after she was sent on a suicide mission by her master. this can change depending on plotting, but i think it might make interactions easier.

in this instance, i'm setting this story to be in nevarra because of their connections to necromancy and making alchemy of souls be a very obscure and illegal form of death magic (it allows the user to shift souls with an unwilling participant, however it isn't perfect; the least compatible the body, the faster the person can run wild - only immortal level mages get to a point where that isn't a problem).

she is known as naksu, the shadow assassin. there isn't much known about her; not how she looks, how old she is or where she comes from. what is known is that naksu is a highly powerful mage assassin, that moves fast like a shadow, kills precisely without ever showing her face. she's known to use a signature sword of spiritual nature.

because of her canonical training, she can be considered dual class, both a rogue and mage. she's a highly athletic person, has been trained rigorously in martial arts. her skills are heightened by her magic. the style of her magic is something like an arcane warrior, as it's of martial nature. however, she far exceeds these limits and has been taught in a number of other arcane arts and is very knowledgeable about various kinds of magic. in particular, she was taught alchemy of souls, and has performed it in her canon.

the sword she wields is spiritual, which means it recognizes its master and can be drawn only by those with enough power; but can be wielded only by those chosen.

she has high survival skills. she can cook well and learns new skills quickly, always relentless in everything she does. she can act well and knows how to pick up new accents easily. she's referred to only as naksu or any other alias she uses.

she first emerges as naksu shortly before the 5th blight, in her later teens. she's cast away from her former master in her 20s, few years after the blight (timeline tba, i'm thinking she'd be 18-19 during the blight).

speaking of personal history, it goes as follows:

originally born as cho yeong, the only daughter of a noble family in nevarra. her father was a renowned astronomer, her family close-knit and happy. when she was around four-five years old, she witnessed a massacre of her family and great fire that overtook her family's estate. after this happened, she was secretly taken by a man who became her master.

because of her being a child, she had limited knowledge of what happened. all she knew was that the people she loved had died, her house burned as she hid and she saw powerful mages kill her father with cold blood. what she didn't know was that her father became a victim of alchemy of souls and ran wild, killing most of their family himself before he was killed by these people, and that it happened in the first place to cover an inconvenient secret. something that the man who picked her up was involved in; a secret she didn't know until adulthood.

she never really knew his face well, because he hid it. he took her to a remote place and left her there to fend for herself. it's where she grew up, in a cave or a little shack, mostly all alone except for sparse visits for ruthless training. though she was originally expected to perish, only a frail little girl, she was driven by her sorrow and wish for revenge, proving to be resilient and stubborn. she survived the elements and loneliness all on her own, sometimes living off purely on spite in a deeply harsh environment in the middle of nowhere, and showed signs of magical talents quickly, so the man made himself her master and groomed her into his personal weapon.

she spent long years of her youth training ruthlessly and shedding the last shreds of cho yeong and her innocence. when she finally emerged again to make a name for herself, she was already naksu and became known as the shadow assassin. though she seemed unaffiliated, she was actually a part of something bigger, though she had very little to do with others and mostly cleaned up messes of alchemy of souls, per request of her master.

naksu was eventually sent by her master on a suicide mission that she was likely not to make out of alive. in her canon, here she used the alchemy of souls after being mortally wounded to save her life, but i'm opting if we're going to write past this stage, she could have survived instead and kept her body. it's up to plotting.

either way, she quickly learns that after this point, she was officially cast away and is on the run; either presumed dead or wanted. at this point, she doesn't yet know the truth of her past.

relevant to plots:

tried my best to put her canon down from the show, since i know not many people has seen it. i'm definitely up to plot and come up with new things, so feel free to message me.

#cho yeong: about.#idk i'm just thinking about it because i love her so much #and they're watching the finale atm.#i love my girl sm.#i wish i could say i gave her a traumatic backstory but it's all canon babey #just wanted to put it out there because not many people saw this show and i want to write her #girly is powerful and vicious and could canonically walk on water jesus confirmed?#i'm guessing life is rough but anyway

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