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ezdotjpg · 2 months

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I have a silly little question about your silly little comic!! I love your versions of the Links so much. Loft is such a mood FOR REAL!!

anywho,

How did you come up with the original concept? If this is somewhat spoilery- then don’t answer it. But i’m more so wondering what let you to go

“i want to make a comic about the silly links accidentally breaking and fucking everything up. also trauma lots of trauma”

Did you come to the understanding of, looking at other peoples AU’s? Or was it something in the games itself? I’m just curious on what your thought process was when brainstorming originally yk?

Also, small bonus question/comment thingy

when making backgrounds- like Zelda and Wilds house or Lofts home with Zelda and Groose- did you base the backgrounds on your own ideas of what the characters would live in? Like if they’d have clutter or silly little notes in the background. I love how your backgrounds are just- chefs kiss- so simple but shows us a glimpse into the characters mental state (as all good rooms do *stares at my messy one*)

that is all, i very much so enjoy your comic. it’s gotten me through the bad Wednesdays of highschool. Keep going!!! i am excited to see it’s conclusion.

waugh thank you so much!!!!!

And I guess the answer to that first question is all of them above? Bonus Links is, of course, an extremely derivative work. LU was my first introduction to the links-meet-au format, so I’d be remiss not to give credit where credit is due! Probably many ideas I’ve absorbed from fics I’ve read, and headcanons I vibe with that come from the wider fandom. The idea for Bonus Link’s actual plot though originally started from my fascination with Skyward Sword’s lore. I know not everyone’s a huge fan of how much that game retconned, Demise’s “curse” in particular, but there’s a lot of ideas in that game that I find REALLY interesting, especially in ways that the game doesn’t really acknowledge at all. How would Skyward Sword Link feel, if he found out he truly didn’t finish the job? That the cycle continues on and on beyond him? That was the jumping off point.

Because it’s a cycle, I get a lot of ideas from like, which Links have experienced similar events, and how their experiences compare and contrast. What becomes history, and what actually happened? And I also use a lot of my own experiences playing the games as inspiration! I’d played as many as I had access to when I started the au in 2021, but I’ve made it my mission to play every single game a Link is featured in before they get introduced in the comic lol. Still got a few more to go, but I’m almost there!

As for the second question, absolutely! If I’m showing someone’s home in the comic, I try really hard to add details that tell you something about them. At the very least, I want them to look lived in lol

like, Slate still having the champion’s weapons on display in his house. Zelda’s mostly taken over the first floor as her workshop, even adding a Sheikah tech furnace somehow. She’s filled her room with pictures she’s taken on the walls. She’s got a sand seal plush from Riju, a Sheikah jacket from Impa. Her workspace is a little cluttered!

On the other hand, Slate’s room upstairs looks a little less personal. He’s got some pictures on the wall, and some plants growing from around hyrule (that Zelda has kind of commandeered for research lol) but otherwise he’s left it how Bolson and co furnished it. If anything, it’s mostly just for storage. He doesn’t actually spend much time sleeping here, but Zelda still doesn’t want to take it from him.

Loft, Groose and Zelda’s room is very cozy ( I should have added more blankets. Imagine like 4 times the amount of pillows and blankets) and tidy, but there’s still a little mess— shoes left out, basket of poorly folded clothes, etc. Cute knickknacks, mostly made by loft and groose! It’s not in this sc but groose’s comb is somewhere I think lol

Idk if iced shared this detail before, but Loft put a lot of effort into designing and carving (probably with some assistance) these columns for the house! Even though carving’s hard for him these days. It was his biggest contribution.

anyway, those are some of my thoughts!! I’m so happy to hear you’ve been enjoying the comic! Thanks for reading!!

#bonuslinksdotjpg #askdotjpg #long post

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cherry-lynn · 3 months

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rocky and his water motif

ive seen a few people analyze rocky and his symbolism with water, and i thought id jump on the train and contribute what ive found. i looked through every piece of art in the gallery and messed around with the dead drop to find everything here! with that being said…

obvious spoiler warnings! and warning for a lot of speculation and over analyzing! a lot of things i mention are really big stretches but i added them anyways incase anyone else wants to look into it more

starting where the pilot starts and near the start of the comic (the page “lackadaisy dithyramb”), right off the bat we have an entire poem from rocky dedicated to the mississippi river. this iconic poem is literally just about the river, and he recites it in both scenes from on the bridge over the river.

note that in both cases there is also a crescent moon featuring in the background

more poetry! this one is from the comic on the page “lackadaisy doggerel”. this is actually one of my favourite pages in the comic, its very cool! we have this poem that, again, is entirely about water. it talks about water in a metaphorical way, comparing it to memory and the passage of time. maybe ill try to analyze this poem sometime but idk im not very good at that stuff. seems to talk about rockys past but im not sure

i didnt want to just put this entire page here but i will note that the page has a raging storm, an ocean, a water mill, another storm cloud and a waterfall all picured above rocky, who, in this case is ahem under water, in a way.

last bit of poetry im talking about is probably the most relevant. rockys feauture in the “lacrimosa” poem/halloween artwork shows him seemingly drowning outside a window.

the significance of it being outside a window is somewhat unclear to me, as every other character appears in something reminiscent of a picture frame. my only idea is that its meant to show him outside of what could be a home, in reference to him getting the “unceremonious boot”. the text emphasizes this idea, saying hes away from home

this next one is more obscure and much more of a stretch! after digging around in sketchbook pages, i found this tiny little sketch on a page simply labeled “lackadaisy preview 0018”. the sketch page features sketches that were used for the page “lackadaisy palaver” in the comic, and a few bonus doodles. this was one of the bonus doodles, and i cant seem to find a comic pannel that matches it anywhere.

this sketch could be a lot of things, its a bit hard to tell. most likely, its an unsused pannel of rocky that was going to be used on the comic page. maybe him on whe windshield, or something like that. that being said, the first thing i thought of was the lacrimosa art. its a stretch but i thought id add it, just in case! who knows really

next up is rockys character artwork, which features him standing on a barrel floating in a river.

be careful rocky, you might fall! one little detail about this art that i like is that hes quite literally hiding his sadness behind his back. and again, the crescent moon motif features in the background. the cattails in this image also remind me of this scene in the pilot

…but i mean cattails do grow near water so i dont think that means anything

speaking of the pilot, this scene has rocky accidentally blowing up a water tower and flooding the area, and getting a whole bunch of water dumped on him

be careful rocky, you might get hurt! ...i dont think he cares

one last note from the pilot (for now) is a line from mitzi after rocky comes back with alcohol for them. it could mean nothing, could be foreshadowing, who knows

note in the second image: “rest” as in the rest of the alcohol they were meant to bring back

the music video for liquid gold ends with rocky dropping a bottle and the golden liquid flooding the room

i wasnt even looking for water symbolism when i found this, i was just rewatching the music video for fun! i just about had a heart attack when it ended like that D: rocky please dont drown

back to the comics! sorry this is a bit all over the place. forgive me for just uploading an entire comic page, but the page “lackadaisy thunderhead” features rocky standing over a river. at the bottom of the pannel on the right there are daisys, a symbol that features in a lot of rockys artwork and is generally associated with the lackadaisy speakeasy. the daisys could just be for aesthetics or to frame the pannel better, but its also notable that they appear where the water is.

the name “thunderhead” is interesting given some other pannels

not sure what it means though

the very first scene in the comic aside from the introduction shows rocky at the river.

in the page “lackadaisy trouble boys” from the early concept art mitzi makes a comment about rockys aim, and makes an… interesting metaphor

side note: im gonna cry is that actually how rocky gets the little hole in his ear lmao

the mini comic “wilderness” has rocky climbing out of a small muddy pool of water claiming “the waters great”, despite looking absolutely horrible. isnt shown here, but he says he cant feel his legs and calls for freckle to come back.

knock knock! its time for the playing cards! rockys card depicts him as the 8 of spades, although hes also been shown as the ace of clubs multiple times.

first up, 8 of spades! i really like this art but i have a lot of questions. for one, why is rocky holding a shovel and whats with the lantern? theres nothing wrong with it, just caught my attention since i think freckle is drawn with shovels a lot more than rocky (might be wrong on that though) second, this is the only picture i can find where you can CLEARLY see rockys head injury healed. cool! third, the outfit hes wearing is… atypical for rocky, you could say. for obvious reasons. he always wears blue, why suddenly the change to black? and obviously, the choice of making him the 8 of spades. some quick google searches and this is what i found: from various websites (the first things that popped on on google), apparently spades symbolizes the winter season and the water element. it seems to represent old age, change, wisdom and acceptance. the number 8 supposedly represents victory, prosperity and overcoming. i was going to put images, but i could only have 30 and i ran out of space lmao im so sorry this is SO LONG djfjsjnrfj

make of it what you will. as for the ace of clubs:

my google searches were much less interesting so ill just put my own thoughts. the clubs is likely just for the association with the lackadaisy speakeasy, as in both of these cases he is shown alongside other characters from the lackadaisy and everyone has clubs. as for him being the ace, the main notable thing about the ace is that its generally the highest card.

the main idea i personally took from these cards is the idea rocky will possibly not be a part of the lackadaisy in the furure. we see him in his classic outfit, no head injury as the ace of clubs, with clubs being associated with the lackadaisy. but we also see him with a healed head injury (so clearly in the future) with a new outfit and no more clubs suit.

not sure if this is even notable but this entire (very iconic) scene in the comic takes place in the rain

be careful rocky, you might get shot!

and now, even more crescent moon motifs

so why have i been pointing this out? well its undeniable that rocky also has motif with this crescent moon. i have no idea what it means but heres my very quick five minute thoughts on it: one: the moon controls the tide. obviously a river doesnt really have a tide, but still! theres some association with water there, so its notablea. two: this might be a stretch but in the pilot theres this very memorable frame where it shows the reflection of the moon (which initially looks like a cat) ahem in the water. obviously water reflects stuff so its not abnormal for the moon to reflect in the water but i just thought it was cool!

aaaand last but not least

this analysis was brought to you while listening to hatsune miku, i probably made a lot of typos so yell at me and ill fix them but not my grammar its terrible and im not fixing that, lmk your thought and if i missed anything, thank you for reading have a nice day sorry it was so long <3

#lackadaisy #rocky rickaby

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sunniedesi · 2 months

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Future Diary "The Live World"

Did you know that back on July 29th, 2012, there was a live concert for almost all Future Diary songs? Well, this little gem in Future Diary history is known as The Live World, a concert held at Shibuya AX to promote the Future Diary anime. It featured not just Yousei Teikoku and Faylan (the artists who made the OPs and EDs for the show), but also the voice actors and singers of the character theme songs.

For those unaware, each Future Diary character has at least one theme song to their name. These songs come from the “Future Diary Inspired Album,” which had two volumes. Yuno and Minene were the only characters to receive two songs each, as well as an extra song with their love interest. You can find the first and second volumes of this album on Youtube thanks to SingerOfW.

All of the character themes were performed at the live event along with the OPs and EDs, except for the 4th’s and 5th’s themes. “The Creator,” a song attached to the pilot of the show, was also not performed at the event. The reason why these three songs were discarded from the concert are unknown; however, I assume it had something to do with time constraints and lower popularity than the rest of the songs.

The event was recorded and sold as a Blu-Ray with almost three hours of content. The Blu-Ray disks of the performance began sales on November 29th, 2013, along with the sale of the Future Diary Blu-Ray Box. The recording was divided into two disks. It also included two bonus gifts: an eight-page booklet and an additional 9-minute recording of the making of the event. This 9-minute recording has yet to surface online.

There was also a raffle for a free ticket to the event. To enter the raffle you had to get the three volumes of the limited edition Blu-Ray CDs. Volumes 1 and 2 came with application tickets, while volume 3 came with the postcard you were supposed to mail the tickets in.

One of the more important aspects of this concert is that Madness Rain and HAPPY END, the OP and ED for Redial, were first unveiled at the event. Future Diary’s “Next Project” (which we now know as Redial) had recently been announced by that time, and the release of these two songs made anticipation for this project grow bigger. This is evidenced by a blog post I found from a girl who attended the concert, who shared her own thoughts of what she speculated this “next project” to be:

It seems like the ‘next project’ isn’t a ‘Paradox’ story, but an original story; however, since I saw Akise-kun on the visuals of the OP, it can’t be about the first world, so I think it might be related to the third world… (Source.)

Speaking of blog posts, Esuno also made an entry on his blog talking about his time at the event! The entry reads:

Today I went to ‘Future Diary’ The Live World at Shibuya AX. We were not allowed to take pictures inside so I only have a picture of the entrance (insert photo that wasn’t archived by the Wayback Machine T-T). It was a passionate and fun concert. I enjoyed the performances from a seat on the second floor. Both Kawahara-san (12th’s VA) and Shiraishi-san (Kousaka’s VA) made great MCs, the music and the visuals from the anime were wonderful; a very fulfilling three hours. Thank you to all of the performers, and especially the audience who came all the way in this heat! (Source. Side note: Esuno’s blog doesn’t exist anymore, so that’s why the link is on the Wayback Machine).

The Live World also had some of my favorite Future Diary merchandise. Here’s a list of all the merch sold at the event:

A pamphlet, neck strap and clear file with the same image as the event poster:

A purple T-shirt inspired by Uryuu Minene, which has an image of speakers blasting on the front, and an image of a grenade on the back:

The event set included a black T-shirt, a drawstring bag, and a waterproof phone pouch (you could use your phone screen even if it was inside the pouch):

A pink sign light:

A pink towel scarf:

A “neck cooler” (a type of scarf filled with cooling beads):

There were also two T-shirts sold, unrelated to the event, made by a company called MARS SIXTEEN. This company makes anime-related goods, like these MN inspired T-shirts. Sadly, there are no pictures of the red shirt, though it is said that it had the DEAD END graphic on the front, while the picture of the 12 diary owners was on the back. The Yuno shirt also came in gray instead of purple:

Bonus: not merch, but here's a random staff shirt I found (terrible picture quality, I know):

Videos of the event can be found on Youtube, namely of Yousei Teikoku’s performance of Kuusou Mesorogiwi, and also all of Faylan’s performances. However, none of the character theme songs played at the event have surfaced on Youtube.

… That being said, the contents of both Blu-Ray disks have been uploaded to a site called BiliBili (it’s like a Chinese NicoNicoDouga). Here are the links for disk 1 and disk 2.

Before I end this post, I have to talk about the 12th’s theme, performed by his voice actor: Kawahara Yoshihisa. When I tell you my jaw dropped to the floor… this man showed up on the stage, fully decked out in 12th’s costume. Mask, belt, tights, everything. Kousaka’s VA, Shiraishi Minoru, also showed up dressed like a middle schooler. Let me tell you, Esuno wasn’t lying when he called them great MCs, they absolutely stole the show. The backstory of why they agreed to dress up for the concert is in the second track of the Radio CDs, which I talked about on my last post, for anyone interested.

#future diary #mirai nikki #anime #future diary live world #anime concert #the future diary #long post #the live world

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firstsprinces · 3 months

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Thank you @anincompletelist for the tag this week! I can't wait for more of the dom!Henry/Alex you've got us begging for! I've been purposely saving the rest of bridesmaids so I can read it all in one go, and partially because I'm not ready to say goodbye to them yet!

We’re so close to this WIP finally being posted! This may be the last preview you'll get from this chapter. Below the cut, you'll also get a bonus share of this fic's title.

The radio announcer’s voice comes back in, breaking up in between his words as the signal Henry’s found seems to weaken, “if you are planning any kind of travel for this weekend, the Deputy Sheriff advises everyone to be cautious as the ‘Boxcar Bandit’ moves his way closer to our city. Policemen have begun to post these signs in businesses as well as passing around a sketch of what this twisted man may look like from an eyewitness who described him after spotting a suspicious-looking person rummaging through his pigs' feeding troughs late at night.” At the mention of the wanted poster, Henry twists around to reach into the pocket of his coat where he’d placed the paper the policeman had given him at the train station. He quickly unfolds it in excitement because he’ll finally have an idea about what the notorious outlaw may look like. When he opens the paper’s final fold, his eyes are met with the large bold letters spelling out ‘WANTED’ with a picture of a man wearing a black cowboy hat and a kerchief that covers everything but his eyes. Dark brows are furrowed on top of filled-in eyes, making him look deranged. Henry studies the way the man’s expression has been drawn because how could a witness describe the angry look in his eyes if he never approached him, especially if his face is covered and it had been dark outside? Henry wonders if this sketch will also be printed in the Western Observer, or if it already has been included in today’s edition. Surely, they must have because this is the biggest news story to hit the city since the railroad workers’ strike during the last war. Nobody’s going to bother with reading Henry’s column about the church’s fundraiser and bake sale when they can read the exhilarating update about the outlaw from the Southwest. He doesn’t blame anyone for wanting to skip his piece because it doesn’t compare to the increased fear about this criminal that could be heading their way. Henry doesn’t want to be a columnist anyway, but at the time it had been the only job available for the paper once he’d been granted entry into American territory. One day he hopes that he’ll be able to impress his boss enough so he can become a featured journalist and write and report on more newsworthy material that giving his short personal thoughts on things happening in the city or the surrounding farmlands. He doesn’t necessarily wish to be a reporter on politics and international affairs – partly because he has come to America from a different country and he will not tarnish his homeland just to please other people. He wants to travel and write about all the places he’s been, or maybe become an investigative journalist – just something with a sense of adventure.

Here’s the bonus share of the inspiration board with the fic’s title! I’m aiming for this week, or Monday at the latest to start!! If you'd like to be tagged when I publish his to AO3, let me know!

I know you've been tagged alreadt @priincebutt but you're also someone who always tags me and I also always appreciate when you do! This tag is always open and I will be checking in with everyone's posts shortly!

#firstprince #wip #wip wednesday #firstprince fic #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince fanfic #firstprince au #current wip #wip update #outlaw alex #columnist henry #journalist henry

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rhiannons-bird · 1 year

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TDA FANCASTS / FACECLAIMS (repost)

I’ve decided to add to the noise with my own content because at this point I’ve seen Froy Gutierrez and Timothee Chalamet fancast for just about every single male TSC character and I think we all deserve some variety. This will probably be followed up with posts for the other series in the near future. I’ve tried my hardest to find people as close as possible to my headcanons, but I feel like 95% of Cassie Jeans art still does the best job at representing what I picture these characters to look like in my head. Feel free to agree or disagree and let me know what your fav faceclaims are 🤗

Emma Carstairs - Bridget Satterlee (it’s not perfect and personally I still imagine Emma with sharper features, but at least she’s got the brown eyes and Emma vibes)

Julian Blackthorn - Darwin Gray (again pretty much the best I could find, idk why Jules and Emma are so hard to get right)

Cristina Rosales - Natalia Castellar Calvani

Mark Blackthorn - (Young) Gerhard Freidl (look I even added the golden eye😌, he’s def one of my faves with the soft and ethereal vibe he’s got going on)

Ty Blackthorn - (Young) Asa Butterfield (Ty was so damn hard to find, and he def wouldn’t work for grown up Ty in my opinion)

Livvy Blackthorn - (Young) Amalia Zadro (she’s literally so perfect I can’t)

Kit Herondale - Griffin Mark (sorry for the picture quality, he’s a tiktoker and I couldn’t find anything better, but LORD does he look like young Kit)

Dru Blackthorn - (Young!) India Eisley

Tavvy Blackthorn - Random kid I found here

Arthur Blackthorn - Jude Law (just picture him with glasses chilling in an a dusty attic)

Diana Wrayburn - Lehlogonolo Machaba (she’s a South African trans model, I know this is literally just fancasts but I thought it would be nice for proper representation anyways, plus she’s giving off the biggest Diana vibes)

Kieran Kingson - I’m so sorry I can’t find the original image source 😭

Gwyn ap Nudd - Ed Skrein

Annabel Blackthorn - Esme Creed-Miles

Diego Rocío Rosales - Jorge Antonio Guerrero (he def looks too old but otherwise fits well enough)

Jaime Rocío Rosales - Jacobo Cuesta

Manuel Villalobos - Zak Henri

Zara Dearborn - Iris Law (yes the eye colour is off but look at her she’s got just the right energy)

The Unseelie King - Rogier Bosschaart

Prince Adaon - Davidson Obennebo

Divya Joshi - (Young) Shriya Saran

Rayan Madabuchi - Ronald Epps

Anush Joshi - (Young) Jeenu Mahadevan

Ash Morgenstern - (Young) Lucky Blue Smith

Lady Nene - Pauline Darley

Horace Dearborn - Woody Harrelson

If you’re wondering where Malcom, Helen and co. are: they’ll be in extra posts with all the characters who are kind of all over the place. As for Johnny Rook, I just didn’t have the patience anymore…

Bonus gifs: Cristina looking pretty + laughing about something Emma said off camera while they’re being girlies together having a photoshoot

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havendance · 11 months

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The King is Dead, Long Live the King

Chapter 1: What do you do when the old man's gone?

AO3

Fandom: Batman

Featured Characters/Relationships: Dick & Tim (with bonus Jim Gordon)

Wordcount: 7300

Summary:

In the aftermath of Bruce’s death, his sons struggle to navigate all that he left behind. Gotham needs a Batman, family blood has been spilled, and there are skeletons in the bat-closet (Or: Bruce killed Jason. Jason killed Bruce. This is the fallout.)

At long last, I am here with the sequel to The Kindly Ones. Very excited to finally get this out :)

Excerpt:

Morning dawned in Gotham, the sun shining sickly light over a city that had, against all odds, survived another day. The GCPD received an anonymous call reporting a dead body lying in Crime Alley. Dead bodies weren't uncommon in Crime Alley. This one was.

Jim Gordon was just getting off his shift when he was called out to Crime Alley. It's an emergency, they'd said. Emergency didn't cover finding Batman's dead body growing stiff in a back alley. There was no doubt that he was dead and had been for a while. Rigor mortis had set in; he was lying in a pool of slowly congealing blood. The cowl was still on, but the rest of his costume was ripped and tattered, all of it stained with blood.

“What do we do?” Asked Officer Stolls. He was young, barely believed in the Bat, and had the misfortune to be the closest officer to answer to call.

Jim had been commissioner back when Bane had thrown Batman's broken body in the streets. He remembered how the city got when it thought the he was dead. He looked away from the body, shoved down the stormy mess of feelings roaring through his head. “We keep this quiet as we can,” he said.

They took pictures of the crime scene, got Batman's body bagged up as quick as they could. Hid it in a back corner of the morgue where hopefully no one would run into it.

Jim Gordon went home, tired to the bone. He knew he wouldn't sleep though. Grief hung over him, held back by only a thread, but he couldn't let it overwhelm him yet.

Jim had spent close to two decades working with the bat. The veil over his eyes was held in place by careful threads of plausible deniability and outright denial. For the first time in his life, he pushed it all away and called his daughter.

“...Dad?” Barbara's voice was thick with sleep. She'd probably just gone to bed. He almost felt bad for waking her. “What issit?”

“Batman's dead.”

“What?” There was no trace of sleep in her voice now. “When? Are you positive it was him?”

“Found the body this morning. Sure as hell looks like him.”

There was a long string of muffled curses from the other end of the line. Jim politely pretended he hadn't heard them.

“The body?” Barbara asked.

“Sitting in the Gotham morgue until we can figure out what to do with it.”

“Dad…” she trailed off. “Do—? Did you—?”

Did you take off the cowl? He knew she was asking. Do you know who he is? Do you know who I am?

“His mask was on when we found him,” Jim said. “It felt wrong to take it off.”

There was a soft noise that might have been a sigh of relief, might have been the wind.

“I see,” Barbara said. “And Dad?” Another pause, thick with the things they both knew but wouldn’t say. “Stay safe.” she said at last.

“As much as I can.” Jim said. “Love you, Babs.”

She yawned. “Love you too Dad.”

The phone clicked off. Jim sat at the kitchen table and finally allowed himself to mourn the man that against all odds, he'd called his friend.

That evening, when he went into the precinct, Batman's body had vanished from the morgue. Gone too were the pictures of the crime scene, the written report, and any evidence that there had ever been a call made about a body found in crime ally. There was a slip of paper on Gordon's desk, with a picture of a bat on it. He threw it away. The matter was out of his hands now.

Finish reading on AO3!

#tim drake #jim gordon #my fic #havendance writes #the kindly ones #no truce with the furies #carthago delenda est #dc #bats + birds + affiliated #dick grayson #last of the flying graysons

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corrodedhawkins · 2 years

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OK listen somehow we landed on a topic akin to this at work today my brain formed an idea ran far away with it and I just need to share this

Perv!best friend Eddie rummaging through your drawers in search of a dry clean thsirt after getting caught in a downpour on the way to your place and in the top one his fingers graze upon sth unfamiliar. Ever the curious he grabs and finds it's a stack of polaroids you'd taken of yourself a few weeks ago... when you had returned home from a trip to cities over with the cutest lingerie (bought with pocket money hid from your mother) and had felt rather nice. A few of them even feature no clothing at all. His heartbeat instantly quickens and his pants get tighter. He looks at every photo in detail, one catching his eye longer than the others. He's shaken from his thoughts by your rumbling from the adjacent bathroom and quickly puts the stack back... but not before taking his favourite two, he just can't help himself. During the whole evening he keeps glancing at the camera sitting innocently on your desk, trying not to imagine how you would look through the lens while laying under him, completely fucked out.

Bonus he keeps the pictures in a hidden spot in his room and pulls them out whenever needed, one of them has a cum stain on it from when he surprised himself with a really intense orgasm the night he came home having just found them, not being able to contain himself.

I see ya'll in hell but at least it's been fun 🤗😝

I-I may have to write this if that’s ok?

#jesus h christ #ask

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jewishvitya · 10 months

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🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notes, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻

Omg thank you for this!!!

3 random facts. Hmm.

My favorite instruments are very similar in how they function - violin and erhu. Both of these because of the sound, but the violin has the bonus feature of being very intertwined with Jewish history (in Europe, and maybe not only there? I'm not sure).

The first time I saw an erhu, I didn't know the bottom part was a box, and I had no idea how to look for the name, so I spent years wondering what that magic was. I don't remember where I randomly found the erhu being played online with the name listed, but I do remember the song they played was from the Inuyasha soundtrack. I still randomly come across erhu players playing it!

The reason I originally started drawing when I was 9 years old was to give classmates pictures of Pikachu to make them happy. Now I'm drawing gay skaters. I'm very happy with this development.

(I also kept trying to draw girls in bikinis starting at that age. Still thought I'm straight until my early twenties.)

There are two anime shows that I prefer to watch dubbed. One is Fruits Basket (I'm sorry, Aya's voice just matches his personality so much better for me and he's possibly my favorite character in that show) and the other is Seirei no Moribito - which I don't really have a fandom for, sadly.

#riki babbles

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ethereousdelirious · 1 year

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Theydies and gentlethems...... I'm back

Word count: 3k

Series: Bl.ack B.utler

Pairing: pre-G.relliam (requited unrequited)

Featuring: mostly fever, a few bonus sneezes just 'cause

Warnings: brief mention of v.omiting, but like so brief that I'm not even gonna slap an 'e.meto' tag on this

Other: Lightly based on a prompt by @.victoriablackrose

Grell's assignment was waiting for her on her desk when she arrived at headquarters. She disregarded it immediately and turned her head toward William's office, where all that awaited her was a closed door. No light emanated from cracks and even the nameplate had a forbidding look to it. Devoid of life.

Ignoring the shuffle of her dull, black-suited coworkers, she dropped her gaze once more to the assignment. Someone had tucked a sheet of paper into the To-Die List. A memo from upper management.

She pulled it out, her mouth twisted into a shape that promised future wrinkles.

Memo

From the desk of: Harry Hargraves

Attn: Soul Retrieval

Reaper Spears is out sick today. Kindly attend to your assignments and place your reports in his inbox for later collection and review. Direct any questions to Floor 13.

"Got the memo, I see." Ronald's hand appeared in Grell's field of vision, splayed on the edge of her desk. "I heard there was a flu going around the lower floors. Shame it's made its way up here."

"I don't like it," Grell said slowly, staring at the words 'out sick.'

Ronald chuckled. "Well. Best wishes for good health."

"No—" Grell raised her head, her fist tensing around the memo. It wrinkled in her grip. "William doesn't call off sick."

"What, never? He hates it here. You'd think he'd be grateful for some time off."

"Never," she answered solemnly. "Has no one told you about the Infamous Fever Christmas?"

Ronald sat down on the edge of Grell's desk, picture-perfect nonchalance. "As a matter of fact, no one has."

Winter was the busiest time of year for Soul Retrieval, made busier still by the human illnesses that frequently managed to infect their ranks in the colder months.

That particular Christmas was shaping up to be the busiest on record, with over half the Retrieval division out sick and a record death toll on the books.

Grell had been struck down with the flu in late November and found herself picking up slack for the whole of December, though not so much so that she couldn't attend to William, who had been picking up more.

He had waved her off with increasing irritation those three days leading up to Christmas, though his voice grew fainter and his cheeks grew paler in a steady march toward infirmity.

On Christmas, he was there early with red cheeks and a miserable cough, nearly swooning when he got up to give Grell her assignment.

He caught himself on her desk, barking coughs into the back of his other hand. At this distance, the strain on his face was perfectly evident. All his hair was wet with perspiration and even his collar was damp with it where it met the back of his neck.

Grell thought to rise and put a hand on his back, but couldn't get up without bumping into him. So she waited, barely daring to breathe, and watched the tears run down his cheeks.

"Your assignment," he said listlessly when the fit had passed. He didn't look at her. "Measure your time wisely. If you can't write a report, send a message to me directly and I will write it off the Cinematic Record." He paused to catch his breath, stiffening his arm against the desk to counteract his swaying. "Do you understand?"

"William…" was all she could manage for a moment. He closed his eyes, brow furrowed.

There was no argument to be made and they both knew it. The barren office stretched out behind them, what few Reapers remained preparing for their punishing shifts in the snow. It was a small mercy that William would remain indoors with their paperwork.

"William," she tried again, a million sentiments of concern and affection battling on her tongue. "Have you taken your temperature?"

He answered without opening his eyes. "That's not your concern." He looked at her sternly, his chest rising and falling far too rapidly. "Do you understand the assignment, Reaper Sutcliff?"

"I— Well, but—" Their hands were tied, but Grell had always preferred to be the one holding the ropes. "I'll come check on you."

"Do not," William began, and had to pause to cough again. "Do not allow your feelings to jeopardize your work." His breathing sped up further and his posture slipped until Grell was sure her desk was the only thing keeping him upright. Still, head hanging, he did his duty. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Will. I understand."

No one had ever accused Grell Sutcliff of having a poor work ethic. Her morning consisted of back-to-back corpses and she scarcely thought of Will save for the occasional pangs of guilt when she had to skip out on a mission report. But there were so many souls to be reaped that she couldn't possibly hope to complete all her paperwork. So off it went, all of it landing squarely on William's shoulders.

Grell, at least, was scheduled for a reprieve in the early afternoon. She raced back to the office like the hounds of hell were after her, only pausing to loot the Infirmary before she stormed into William's office, thermometer in hand.

He winced when the door hit the wall, but did not pause for a moment. The light of a Cinematic Record flickered in his glasses. His nose was hidden behind a white handkerchief, but below it, Grell could see his mouth hanging open.

"Don't," he said, pen never stopping on its journey across the page.

Grell slipped the thermometer in his open mouth. He made a noise of disapproval and cleared his throat, but that was all.

It wasn't in Grell's nature to keep quiet for so long, but she stifled all her words of concern and satisfied herself straightening the files on Will's desk and moving his inkwell so he didn't have to reach so far for it. His whole arm shook whenever he extended it.

The mercury rose.

Grell's heart rate crept higher with the line, ramping up until she could feel it rushing in her ears. She didn't know why. It wasn't like it mattered, not really. If William could hold a pen, he would keep writing. That was all there was to it.

Still, she watched the thermometer, pulling it out of William's mouth the moment she was satisfied it had registered.

"Running hot," she sang, masking her dismay.

"I don't care," William mumbled.

"40.1," she said.

He doubled over to cough, shooing away the Cinematic Record. He sounded really terrible, like he could scarcely draw in a full breath before his body forced it out again. Desperate, wrenching, vulnerable.

It made Grell sick to her stomach, but she wasn't the one gagging on air.

"Get…" Will murmured breathlessly. "G-get… Nn…" He straightened with a visible effort and picked up his pen. "Get back to work. Respect your fellow Reapers."

"My dear," said Grell, crossing her arms, "I'm beginning to think you respect them a little too much."

He waved his hand at her.

Dismissal.

She turned to go.

Her second reprieve came mid-afternoon, and she was off at a run before she even thought to wipe the blood off her chainsaw. It dripped behind her as she ran and left pretty red spatters on the marble.

William smeared them with his feet, meeting her halfway across the office with his head down and fists clenched. Without a second thought, she turned and followed him.

He made straight for the restrooms, knocking into desks and walls as he went, disappearing behind the door.

She listened without flinching to the sounds of William getting sick, though the attack was short-lived, almost perfunctory. Barely three minutes passed before he emerged with his damp face as white as his shirt and a persistent tremor in his legs. He came over dizzy almost at once and she had to lunge forward to keep him from falling.

"D-don't have time—" he said hoarsely.

"I really think you've done enough," she answered. "If upper management knew the state you were in…"

He shook his head and eased a little weight off her, but not all of it. "They're already threatening—" he paused for breath— "disciplinary action… for the whole floor… we're behind quota…"

Grell imagined driving the teeth of her chainsaw straight into Hargraves' face. It made her smile a little, or at least bare her teeth. "Back to your desk, then, love," she said.

He recovered himself a little on their way back, but (she noticed with pleasure), kept hold of her arm. She sat him down at his desk and watched him struggle with his straight pen, unable to pick it up without dropping it.

"I hope you're planning on spending the night in the Infirmary," she said, crossing her arms.

William only shrugged at her, seeming to have come back to himself a bit. "It's not your concern," he mumbled.

She huffed. "'Not my concern,' he says. With a 40-degree fever and all. Whose concern will it be when you collapse in here?"

"God's, if you like," he answered drily. A Cinematic Record began to whir. Grell sniffed and turned on her heel to leave.

The end of the day found Grell exhausted, bloodied, trudging back to the office with her chainsaw dragging on the ground behind her. A few other Reapers milled about the office, murmuring about work, about their reports, about William, who was still in his office.

She would have asked for an update were it not for the breathy, desperate coughs emanating from the open door. Ignoring her own body aches, she strode in with her hips swinging.

William, red-faced, looked up from his paperwork. "Sutcliff," he said with none of his usual irritation. He blinked slowly, too many times. "What?"

She let her chainsaw dissipate and planted her hands on her hips. "I'm here to help if you're not done already."

Now he didn't blink, staring right through her with glossy eyes. "Help?"

A long pause.

He shook himself and gestured vaguely at the disorderly stack of paperwork on the edge of his desk. "...my outbox." Chest-rattling coughs bent him forward and he didn't elaborate further.

The weight of the files was nothing compared to her Death Scythe, but still her arms shook with the effort of carrying it all the few steps to William's outbox. It took her three trips and Will coughed the whole time.

He stopped with a choked gasp and slumped forward and Grell lunged to keep his head from hitting the desk. He made no effort to sit back up, though the slight vocalizations with every breath made it clear he was still conscious.

The scorching heat of his forehead warmed Grell's hand even through her thick leather glove. She stroked his cheek with her thumb. William needed to lie down, needed to sleep. His office was too small to accommodate much furniture other than a desk and three chairs, so he had no sofa. Otherwise she might have left him there and sent for a doctor. But as it was, he would have had to stretch out on the floor, and he'd never allow that, not unless he was dying.

"Can you stand?" Grell asked finally. "It's over; I'm taking you to the Infirmary."

Will made a noise as though to answer, but no word formed. He hauled himself to his feet using the desk as an anchor and Grell was quick to catch him.

She helped to the Infirmary at an agonizing pace and her whole body burned at the contact.

But at last, she saw him to bed.

Ronald whistled. "So for him to call out sick…"

"Something must be really wrong." Grell twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "My first to-die isn't for another hour. Perhaps I'll make a social call…"

"Mine either." They compared notes briefly and found themselves double-booked for the same event, a small boat capsize on a private pond.

Ronald caught Grell's eye and raised his eyebrows.

Grell led the way to William's flat and Ronald had the good sense not to question her on where and when she had obtained his address.

The place certainly had no air of a dying man. One window was cracked to let in the spring breeze, and no smell of rot or blood or even sweat accompanied it. Indeed, no stains darkened the floor and no telltale smears ran across the walls. No cries of agony shattered the quiet.

Grell crossed her arms and carried on to the bedroom and softened visibly. Her shoulders dropped, her arms fell, her eyes widened.

William was asleep in bed, his glasses folded on his chest. An electric fan made loose strands of hair dance across his forehead and fluttered his dark lashes. In fact, he looked remarkably well compared to the disaster she'd been expecting, with even a light, healthful flush on his cheeks. The only indicators of illness were the stack of handkerchiefs beside the fan and the congested quality of his breathing.

"I don't believe it," Grell whispered.

"He's not dying," Ronald added.

William's eyebrow twitched and he roused from sleep like one might pass through a doorway: easily and without thinking about it.

At the sight of Grell and Ronald in his doorway, he only scowled and closed his eyes again. "Go away."

"Ah," said Grell. From the quality of his voice, William had a cold in his head, and a nasty one at that. Even a short sentence without any nasal consonants sounded thick and dampened by congestion.

Grell and Ronald both stared for a moment while William resolutely ignored them. But it wasn't long before he was obliged to sit up and reach for a handkerchief. "Ix'tsk!" Even the sneeze sounded congested and unsatisfying.

"We thought you were dying," Ronald said baldly, not bothering to bless him.

William looked at him balefully over the handkerchief, squinting. "I shan't bother to ask what gave you that impression," he said, nasal and muddy. "Please just l- lea- Hhh…" His shoulders hitched with an oncoming sneeze and he squeezed his eyes shut in miserable anticipation. When he flinched, the tears in his lashes sparkled in the light.

And nothing happened.

William muffled a whine into his handkerchief and a shiver shot down Grell's spine before the sound had even registered in her brain. "Ronnie," she said, unable to tear her eyes away from Will and his twitching nose, "don't you have somewhere to be?"

There was a long pause and the sound of shoes scuffling on the floor. In her peripheral vision, Ronald's blurry form shifted. "...maybe."

Grell finally turned and looked at him, raising her eyebrows impatiently, and a silent conversation ensued while William sniffled into his handkerchief and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

It seemed that Ronald was less keen to stay than to find out what she would do for him if he agreed to leave her alone with Will.

'Later' she mouthed, and made a violent gesture toward the door.

Ronald winked at her and turned on his heel. "Feel better, boss!" And, whistling, he went out.

"Hk'xnt! Nnh…"

"Bless you, love," Grell said, banishing Ronald from her mind at once.

William lowered himself back to the pillows and closed his eyes.

Grell sat down on the edge of the bed and smoothed his hair back, growing bold when he gave no protest. "My poor William." He breathed through parted lips, his nose red and irritated. Definitely a cold in his head, and a nasty one.

He furrowed his brow and made a noise as though to speak, but evidently thought better of it and let all his breath out in a rush. Silently, Grell thanked him for it.

Here in William's room with the electric fan softening the sharp sounds of the world outside the window, she had found a small, fleeting paradise. It was almost a blessing he had gotten sick like this, though it was strange that he had not reported to work anyway.

"Why didn't you come in?" Grell asked, voicing the thought before she could stop herself.

William swallowed thickly and winced, opening his eyes to fix her with an unamused stare. "...not feeling well."

"I know, but—"

He rubbed his eyes, his voice somehow both dreamy and irritated. "I've been under the weather for the past eight days."

Ah, he had been unusually snappish and reclusive this past week. But how well he'd hidden his discomfort! Grell hadn't so much as heard him sniffle. He'd even gone out on a few missions— Ah. "You were caught in that hailstorm, weren't you?"

"Yes, and woke up in the middle of the night with a temperature of 38."

And that explained his unusual honesty. He was so pliant now without the barrier of work to hide behind. That explained the electric fan as well. Still, she pressed. "But…"

"I didn't want to come in." He glared at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like he hadn't nearly killed himself again working through an illness all those years ago.

The line between his brow pointed downwards and upwards, indicating two perfect spots for a kiss. She imagined it with an ache in her chest: one kiss on the tip of the pink, irritated nose, one kiss on the fevered brow. "My poor darling," she said. "Poor William must really not be feeling well."

"Ill indeed," he agreed, "to have such a specter haunting my bedside."

"Oh, my dear." And Grell did kiss his forehead and her long hair made curtains around them. Her hand made a divot in the pillow beneath his head. He reached across himself and held it there, gazing up at her with hazy eyes.

She smiled sadly, scoffing at herself. "Please do take care of yourself, William. I'll miss you today."

"I don't believe you—" He yawned and slipped his hand off Grell's to cover his mouth. She sat up. Outside carriage wheels creaked and hooves clattered on the cobblestones and voices rose above the hum of the fan. "I don't believe you won't come back," he murmured.

Grell got up. There were so many things she could do for him: fetch him water, change his bedding, check his temperature. But she wouldn't, not now. Not when the bloody knife of longing twisted so sharply in her chest she could scarcely stand on her feet. "Perhaps I will," she said, and went out.

She left the door open behind her and only smiled when the sound of a congested sneeze chased her into the hall.

Yes, she'd come back. She always did.

#ethereous writes #illness kink

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 2 years

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So I'm seriously going through my soft looking little person but hidden unexpected predator phase again, so! I was wondering if your okay with a request for the oppress brother's with a seemingly innocent mate who reveals their more primal features? Cat like slit eye's or retractable fangs? Bonus fluff if mate can purr or make little happy chirps, I can just picture them learning this and it just cements this idea of "this is mine, they've chosen me and i've chosen them"

The wonderful thing about the Night Market is that it often teems with oddities. Sometimes what you wish for, you get, but sometimes... sometimes it's a roll of sabacc dice.

A forward, friends: in my own headcanon, a mating bond is forged through magic -- a song answered between hearts who know each others' rhythms. So it doesn't matter if you're of a predatory species yourself (if the nexus on Dathomir guides you to one another, for example, then it doesn't matter if you're human and he's Zabrak. You'll find each other.)

But for the benefit of anon, here, and now that I've disclaimed my feelings about it: let's get to some monsterfucking snippets since we're all so set on setting that magical system nonsense aside for the moment... and if you're at all leery: I'm not saying the boys are the monsters in these scenarios.

In summary: A few surprises the first time they took you to bed.

Feral: You led him by the hand but you held him down by the throat. His choked surprise, hands gripping your thighs, your arms over your head, chasing down that release with your panties pulled off to the side. You lost yourself a little bit -- too excited to hold it all in. A lash of velvet and muscle wrapped his ankle... at first. Confusion, then, he opened his eyes to flip you over and, in your pleasure, seemingly of its own volition, it flicked at the underside of his chin before he caught it: pulling you into him by the root so that you groaned before you could hiss. He held onto the tip for a minute, the forked end wriggling in his fist. "Not too tightly," he told you, and as your tail slunk around his throat possessively and Feral put his hands on your hips, guiding you into more familiar rhythms.

Savage: You didn't mean to pop claws on him, but fortunately for you, he wasn't upset about the condition you left his sheets, not the mattress, nor the bedspread. The pillow feathers floating everywhere he might've done without, but he plucked you off the headboard where you were clinging -- post-coital, panting, and still rigid -- and set you down with a tenderness in a cradle of destruction with a chuckle. He even kissed your temple tenderly. "You were utterly vicious," he murmured into your cheek. Completely feral for him, you thought... and that's when you saw the marks you left on him. "Nothing a bit of bacta can't fix," he assured you, nuzzling your throat until you calmed down, growing supple under his ministrations. Later, he'll buy you claw polish to match his.

Maul: He always said you had a forked tongue. Maybe he was reminded of that old insult when you wrapped it around him, indulging in the way he gripped your head when you took to pleasuring him: knees spread, hands on his knees, nose right up against his durasteel plating. You were careful, you thought, if enthusiastic, and he only frowned at the shock when you brought yourself off having barely touched yourself but found yourself stuck -- jaw open and eyes rolling. "Darling," was a note of warning. You could only squeeze your eyes shut. "Eyes up." You remembered to breathe through your nose as you blinked up at him, the membrane receded to reveal your secrets: doe-eyed and innocent, but slit down the centre as you drooled over his cock, one fang stuck in the silicon member. You whimpered, but he smirked as he helped you off of him, "I appreciate your enthusiasm, my dear."

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hotsexydorks · 1 year

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🌀 Hypno Plot Ideas 🌀

Generic | Incest | Cheating/Cuck | Hypno

“Mister Harrison?” The man looked up at him acknowledging his voice but nothing else. “Good the hypnosis worked.. now strip for me.”

“Who knew that catching boys on this internet BnB thing would be so easy. Shame he’s only staying for a few days.”

There he was, the once cocky alpha breeding stud now a cum hungry muscle pussy. Begging for men to find him and fuck his pussy whenever they liked.

Remember, always wear sun cream - cum

“Keep listening to my voice, relax, fall deeper and deeper into your sleep.”

When Master said to always have a cock in my mouth but there’s no one here.

“Come on boy, time for breakfast!”

Every night just like the genie said, your roommate would walk in. Unknowingly get on his knees and suck your cock. You could get used to this, or maybe more.

Once, he was the top dog of campus, the hot cock straight guy that showed off and bragged about how much pussy he pulled. Now here he is, pumping away at his loose hole with a thick dildo, live streaming and showing the world how much of a cock slut he is.

“Look at him, the dumb slut can’t even stay still for cum, he’s that much of a fucking useless dump around cock now.”

“Coach, I have an alteration suggestion to the team's uniform. What do you think?”

It had been a few months since the major’s son went missing. He was a good kid and everyone knew him, and got on with everyone. The whole town searched for days but no one found anything. He just vanished. Now, no one could recognise him as he turned up across different forums. Mindless hanging in a sling, about to be the centre of attention for a 24 hour live stream of sex and depravity.

“Hello Sir, I’m here to talk to you about the recent notice I received about my job termination. I would like to present an item to help you change your mind on that decision.”

“Time to present for your weekly performance inspection. We can’t have the team being damaged cause a player isn’t pulling their weight.”

“What did I say? One wish and your worries that guy at work would all disappear. Now, why don’t you send him a nice picture, show him how much of a good boy you want to be for him. Make sure you show him how smooth and tight your hole is too.”

“That’s it, reach back and spread those cheeks. You want to see the head priest you’ve got to go through all of us first, better go two at a time if you want to see him before this week is over.”

“Here, Gentlemen, we have subject #6. As you can see he is a smooth jock, hard and very tight. All hypnoed out and waiting for you to use him. With an added bonus, the highest bidder can have him addicted to their cock.”

“That’s it boy, keep jerking off, keep cumming, keep growing. The more you cum the bigger you’ll get. Can you feel how big you’ve already gotten?”

“So how does your first time taking dick feel, straight boy?”

“Come on slut , keep training that hole and that body. This is combining your two workouts, you should be thanking me slave.”

“That’s it, just relax to the sounds of my voice. You want to make your body perfect for your master.”

“Good afternoon gentlemen. Welcome to detention.”

“Good Morning Mr.Smith. I’m sure you’re wondering where you are, all you need to know is that this is the first day of your new life. You are no longer a blue collar worker, you are now a brand new sex slave.. Or you will be once we train you up.”

“Why is it crying?” “Well we thought that letting our product keep some of their sanity would be a new feature for those Masters who like a trained body but a struggling mind.” “We’ll take it.”

“Dude, how many of those unnamed sex drugs did you take!? You know there’s one going around that gives people cum for brains... Oh well, guess there’s no point in a hungry slut going to waste.”

“Maybe three drops of this fag maker drug was too much... or maybe it was just the right amount.”

A few of the ‘special’ beers, that’s all it took for the straight boys to be not so straight.

“Fu-- fuck yeah! Fuck me dude!” The best part about hypnotising any volunteer you wanted into a massive slut was you could do it over and over again.

“Mr.Jones...I know that tutoring classes are now all online but class still calls for you to wear... clothing..” “Sir I am wearing clothes, see. Get a good look so you don’t try call me out again.”

#gay smut rp #Plots

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cheegu3 · 2 years

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Actually... someone that requested the treasure yandere Indian s/o.. literally requested what I wanted ...i thought you would that into reaction but it's just a pov...

So can u add this into your request list ...later or sooner .. ?Treasure yandere reaction to finding out s/o is Indian🤞❤️❤️❤️❤️like reaction (if possible)

Let me know if u can't ,😊

hii, sorry for the wait. It's pretty short bc i ran out of inspo but I hope u like it anyway <333 :))

based on the previous ask + reactions, it was hard to make them into reactions so I kinda mixed that with mostly how they would be overall attitude...

pc (pinterest): trsrdcument, deadg0thie, traviswaggyz, crlotteee, dollbz

tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, abusive relationships, possible fetishisation? xenophobia, kidnapping, discrimination, prejudice, very mean men :c

pairing: indian s/o x treasure member

~ Treasure reaction to finding out s/o is Indian ~

Hyunsuk

He immediately got like ten times more attracted to you when you told him while casually chatting.. He had always wanted a foreign partner and loved being intrigued by different cultures and languages he could learn about.

Indians specifically were very beautiful and had always treated him nicely so it was definitely a bonus point.

He’d obsessively research about your culture, facts, language, food, traditions - anything he could, to make you see him as attractive and like the ideal partner.

‘‘ Hey y/n ‘‘ Hyunsuk hugged you warmly upon seeing you and you smiled over his shoulder.

You couldn’t wait to tell your parents about this amazing guy, seemingly too good to be true, that you had met not too long ago and how he could really be the perfect match.

He was also smiling but for entirely different reasons; he knew he had you wrapped around his finger now.

Jihoon

He was okay with it of course but due to his parents view on traditional marriage in Korea being between two Koreans, he started worrying the minute you told him. He was worried mostly for the future of your relationship.

He wanted to date you but hesitated for a long time because of this problem. Jihoon knew you’d be devastated if they didn’t accept you so he had to take it slow to convince them.

In the meantime he spent a lot of time with you and was happy to listen to any thing you had to say about your country and life.

‘‘ When are we going to meet your parents? ‘‘ you asked.

It had been weighing on your mind lately, four months had passed with them barely getting mentioned.

Jihoon scratched the back of his head, feeling a bit guilty and avoided eye-contact.

‘‘ What do you mean? ‘‘ he looked you in the eyes now to read your expression as he was about to say something he wished he didn’t have to ‘‘ We’re not even dating or anything ‘‘

Yoshi

He loved it and couldn’t care less if his parents accepted you or not - who he loved was who he loved, period. They had no say in it whatsoever. You were his in the end and he couldn’t waste time caring about what others thought, you were perfect to him and no one could taint that picture.

Yoshi made sure when you started dating that you would never ever feel ashamed of your home country and your background. He often spoke ill of his parents to help get it ingrained in you that there wasn’t anything wrong with you - it was them, and bad people said things that weren’t true because they’re insecure.

He was a smart man and knew based on your beautiful features that you were southeast asian, he just couldn’t pinpoint what country. When you told him, he smiled, held your face in his hands and said,

‘‘ You’re perfect, y/n. Don’t let the world tell you anything else ‘‘

Junkyu

Just like his leader, Junkyu was very much attracted to you based on this fact. The way you stood out from the other people at the friend-group he had gone out with, had made him drawn to you automatically.

He went from curious to obsessed and found out that you were Indian based on stalking you online. You had it in one of your profile bios on a social media app.

He smiled at the screen when the words popped up. Now he’d have to do his homework; he didn’t want to get left out when meeting your friends after all.

‘‘ Soon you will be mine, y/n ‘‘

Mashiho

Slightly worried. He had nothing against it, and being a foreigner in another country he very much understood you. It was more the fact that you’d stand out in Korea and he didn’t want you to face any discrimination.

So this was why he’d become very protective, wanting to protect you from the cruel world at all times with his ‘’ romantic ‘’ words and actions.

‘‘ I’m from India ‘‘ you said, wanting to tell him now since some time had passed with you casually dating Mashiho.

‘‘ My sweet, y/n ‘‘ Mashiho’s eyes started to well up with tears.

He felt slightly ridiculous about crying but the thought of you not being happy because of prejudiced people broke his heart.

Jaehyuk

He didn’t really care too much, it didn’t make him any less or more attracted to you, it just was. It had been this way ever since he swiped with you on a dating app and you told him through text that you were from India.

That still doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t hesitate to beat someone’s ass if they were mean to you, or well - not just if they were mean but also if they made you uncomfortable in any way.

He was your protector and wanted you to be happy, yes he had kidnapped you from your country and forced you to live with him since he’s a different kind of crazy; but he did genuinely want you to be happy and enjoy his own home-country.

‘‘ Are they making you feel uncomfortable, baby? I’ll deal with them, just say the word ‘‘

Asahi

Sure it’s cool and it gives you something else to talk about and for him to explore but other than that he just saw you as a human. No matter where on earth you came from, he’d still love you and he’d still be as obsessed; if not more since he thought of all the possibilities of him using it to his advantage.

Your friends, family and everyone you knew were in an entirely different country, not worrying and not searching or coming to rescue you - perfect scenario for a yandere.

So maybe in the end he did love you more for it, because it meant he could do whatever he wanted to you and treat you however he wanted.

‘‘ I know you miss them a lot. But no one’s coming to save you from your misery ‘‘ he tutted mockingly at you crying on the floor.

Yedam

His family was wealthy and they had traveled all throughout his life. He had been to tons of countries but it was his very first time visiting India. That’s where he met you. A sweet and humble girl; a stark contrast to his arrogant and cocky persona.

He believed he was superior to anyone else in the world. He was smarter, better-looking, richer and more interesting. But the meeting with you seemed to change that. He didn’t get how you did it - did you put a spell on him?

Suddenly the world wasn’t so black and white, and he saw someone he deemed almost as perfect as himself. Subconsciously he’d grown an attachment to your home-country out of gratefulness.

‘‘ Would you...would you ever date an Indian girl? ‘‘ you asked, cheeks heating up as you sat by the beach watching the sunset with Yedam beside you.

‘‘ Of course ‘‘ he seemed to have been caught off guard by the question, judging by his cheeks heating up as well and it made you giggle like you were already in love with the stranger.

Doyoung

It was very different from what he was used to. He grew up in a rural area in the outskirts of Seoul where foreigners were rare. None were at school, all of his friends were Korean and most areas him and his friends hung out with had no foreginers.

So it was all very unexpected that he’d fall in love with a foreigner. Doyoung was intrigued, wanted to know more and learn the key cultural differences so he could adjust and visit your country some day.

He dreamt of impressing your parents, being loved by your grandparents and make friends with the people you were closest to. There really was nothing else he would want, he knew it would make you happy.

Why did you have to walk past him that one time in the street during Seoul’s busiest months; making him turn around completely in shock and awe, staring at what he thought was the most beautiful person in the world.

You liked him right away, his friends weren’t gonna let the opportunity slide so they pushed him towards you. You got his number and told him straight away, wanting to educate him about other countries since others might’ve found his behaviour rude or uncomfortable

‘‘ I’m Indian, did you guess it right? ‘‘

Doyoung smiled at you, butterflies fluttering in his tummy.

Haruto

Finds it very attractive but if you think he’s gonna devote time to learn about your culture - don’t get your hopes up.

His culture however? He’ll spend lots of time trying to mould you into the perfect partner so his own parents approve as well. It wasn’t so much that their opinions mattered, but more that he wanted to inherit the money and by tradition he wanted his parents to approve before marrying you.

He was a very harsh and cold yandere, believing in training methods to make you perfect. If you weren’t perfect, he’d make you.

‘‘ I’m Indian. I bet you didn’t even know that because you never ask me anything about myself ‘‘ you said with a sad expression.

Part of you held you breath in case he’d explode in an angry outburst but silence only followed. You had been dying to tell him, to get him to be even a little bit interested in you and be a good boyfriend.

When you looked to see where he sat he looked amused. Scoffing upon eye-contact.

‘‘ Because I don’t care ‘‘

Jeongwoo

You told him after a date when things had gotten more serious and he was very excited; both that you felt that close to him to be able to share your culture in detail, and the fact that he had future date plans now.

It wasn’t that he was particularly interested, but he was willing to pretend; doing anything to woo you.

Jeongwoo saw the way your eyes lit up with pride and how your smile of happiness got wider as you lead him around the cultural museum.

Truthfully, he hadn’t paid much attention. He couldn’t stop staring at you.

‘‘ You’re so pretty ‘‘

He interrupted you in the middle of explaining something but you weren’t even mad - because he looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

Junghwan

‘‘ I’m Indian ‘‘ you shyly said, avoiding his eye-contact.

There was a lot of prejudice and hate in the world, Korea was a pretty conservative country so you were a bit nervous to tell him.

‘‘ Okay? ‘‘

He hadn’t meant for his comment to be mean, cold or uncaring but it was just the way he felt. It wasn’t a big deal and he had a feeling you had been very nervous before telling him, so he didn’t want to give a big reaction.

It might have hurt a little bit but he’d make it all up in his loving and interested persona later when you’d try to emerge him into your culture.

#yandere treasure #yandere kpop

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1863-project · 2 years

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Hello! Hope you don't mind if I share some fun facts about Emmet's Pokemon Masters EX seiyuu! Since this is rather long, I'll put it in read more below!

Emmet's Pokemas EX seiyuu, Yuuma Uchida, is a voice actor and an active singer! He is also the younger brother of Maaya Uchida (who voices Lillie in Pokemon Masters EX)! One of his earliest leading roles is Sakuraba Kaoru from The Idolm@ster SideM (which is a very wholesome idol series that can be enjoyed by non-idol anime fans! I highly recommend it). Afterward, he starts taking on a lot of leading roles.

He becomes more well-known after his role as Ash Lynx from Banana Fish, and got quite a number of seiyuu rewards because of that. As of now, he has been playing main roles in well-known anime series such as Jujutsu Kaisen (as Megumi Fushiguro), Fruit Basket remake (as Souma Kyou), and many more!

He uploads his songs on his YouTube channel, which you can find here: https://www.youtube.com/c/uchidayuma/featured

I personally love his singing voice! I think he's a very talented seiyuu and singer. My personal favorite Yuuma Uchida songs are Speechless and Good Mood! You can find the songs on his channel!

He also sang quite a number of character songs! Here's one example of Sakuraba Kaoru's character song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CG5lulkO4j8

Lastly, here's a bonus clip of how Yuuma thought of the characters that he played a role, whenever he sang his songs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgAtwzlUmJY

Sorry for the very lengthy ask, but I hope you enjoy the fun facts that I shared because I like talking about my favorite seiyuu! I was blown away when I found out that Emmet was voiced by my favorite seiyuu, and at the same time, I am happy because I think Yuumataso (his nickname) did an amazing job as Emmet!

Hi! Don't apologize, I LOVE when people infodump about things they're passionate about! This is so wonderful, thank you!

In general I prefer the Japanese voice acting for...pretty much everyone in Masters (although I think the person who voiced Maxie in English nailed it), but I keep the language settings to Japanese specifically for Emmet. He just sounds perfect to me, with his voice in the exact range I pictured it in for all those years.

And oh my GOD, the laugh kills me. I am utterly destroyed every damn time. It gives me butterflies.

#replies #books-are-my-life-stuff #Pokemon #Submas

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nostalgiamare · 2 years

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NOSTALGIAMARE ENTRY 5

NAME: DISNEY PRINCESS ENCHANTED TALES: FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS

COMPANY/FRANCHISE: DISNEY

DISNEY PRINCESSES

DISNEYTOON

CATEGORY: MOVIE (ANIMATED/DIRECT TO VIDEO)

YEAR: 2007

DESCRIPTION: A movie completely made for the Disney Princess franchise (Though this one isn’t really considered a Disney sequel). Much like many of the other Disney direct to video movies, this is an anthology movie that tells the tale of 2 stories. The movie follows the stories of Princess Aurora and Princess Jasmine, learning to believe in themselves and show the power of perseverance, a moral also taught to the target audience.

MOD THOUGHTS

1: In Disney direct to video fashion, this was originally intended to have more than one set of videos that followed the same formula but with different morals.

The bonus disc (The picture above) created a promotional teaser for the intended sequel that would’ve featured Cinderella and Mulan. However, due to complications going on at Disneytoon studios that never happened. Though to be honest I always thought it was because the movie was just THAT horribly received back in 2007.

"It is hard to praise a pairing of two half-hour "movies", created with standards not much higher than those of a Saturday morning cartoon, that are being marketed as a full-length movie”

“The special features with the games are aimed at girls and Lord knows you won’t enjoy them unless you’re under the age of...6 years”

And yes. These are actual reviews of the DVD. So I don’t know if I can say there was a whole lot of effort.

2: Fun fact: The original voice actress for Aurora (Mary Costa) did not like this movie and felt it did not work.

Just keeps getting better and better!

I had to I’m sorry...

LINK TO SOURCES

Okay so this is going to be a long explanation and I apologise for it, but there is some good news and bad news. Good news is I was able to find the full movie... But the bad news is every time I found it, it was always on some sort of “free streaming website” that was filled to the brim with weird ads and stuff that one would need to be careful to stay away from to not risk a malware. And I’m gonna be honest I do not want to share a link to that sort of thing and let you guys risk your safe computers for that sorta thing. You can seek it out if you want but I’m just not sharing the link myself.

So what I’m gonna do instead as compensation is link you to the trailer, some old scrapped footage and the Disney Princess website. Once more I apologise for not being able to find the proper footage on a safe website.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FREOjaK2D1w (Trailer)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zA-v0DPRKXE (Prototype clip 1)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5V2iJxNCRDM (Prototype clip 2)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_x1MDZLtK24 (Trailer for cancelled sequel)

https://web.archive.org/web/20040612173046/http://disney.go.com/princess/html/main_iframe.html (Original website)

#nostalgia #nostalgiamare #2000s nostalgia #nostalgiacore #disney #disney princesses #nostalgiamare entries

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fanartbyherd · 1 year

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Onward updates

So I have been working that world building rework. I just wanted to do some general update information before I start uploading the pictures and such.

Once again this is a project where I elaborate on the information that is provided in the movie. Then on things that are not in the movie but things I could find in deleted scenes and extra materials. Finally there is things I added either due to it made sense with the idea of “things you would find in an 80s fantasy novel” or things I found rooting around in the fandom (those places of dread I rarely venture /j) .

Cannon- things that are seen, said, or implied by the film itself (Intended or unintentionally).

- Elves: I counted 9 elves in the old time, and 189 elves in modern times. They seem to have a Vikings and barbarians thing going on.

- Cyclops: 4 cyclops in the old days, and 80 in the modern day. There is an illustration in the background of cyclops wearing Roman like armor. Also there apparently exists something called the cyclops islands from a poster in one of the class rooms.

- Sayter: 32 for old times, 139 for the modern time making them the second most populous in the modern day and age.

-Trolls: 3 in the past, but 23 in the present.

-Goblins: 11 in times of yore and 48 in the modern day. They do appear to have their own language. Making them the only group that do not only speak English.

- Gnomes: 7 in opening, but 63 in the modern era.

- Centaurs: 40 centaurs where running in that herd at the opening of the film. But in the modern day there where only 4 I saw. One was officer colt. And I only saw one guy who was casually hanging out in the background. The rest where in that opening times change montage.

-Mermaids: I counted 14 mermaids in the past. Meanwhile the only mermaid I saw for the modern era was 1. The one that shows up in the promotional material.

-pixies: 6 where seen in the past and 45 in the modern day. All except one where members of the pixie dusters.

-manticores: we only see one in the movie. That is corri. Apparently she is a thousand years old and only middle aged for her species… which I think seems like a bit excessive.

-skeken: ok seriously what is this thing? Apparently this is what the pawnshop owner is. There’s only one of her and for my understanding of Everything she is a hybrid of some kind. When o first saw the movie I thought she was a goblin.

If my assumption of her being a hybrid is correct that means I saw a total of two hybrids in the film. Her, and a little cyclop/sayter girl in line at the plain scene in the opening.

Animals

- song birds of various types

- beetles, at least three species purple, mycenmind, and green.

- slimes, jelly cube

- two headed ravens/ eagles. Three headed raven.

-krakens

- dragons

-griffons

-Horned owl

- hydra

-snail

-crane

-giant spider

-unicorns, Pegasi, and alicorns (or as me and my sister like to call them, unipegs)

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Cannon Adjacent- things either implied to exist, or shown to exist in delete scenes, cut content or in extra materials.

- Sirens: have alluring songs. Show up in a deleted scene.

- Minotaurs: show up in concept art and in some extra materials. Where intended to be mall cops of the labyrinth. I got to say I do not like the design of them in the concept art. So I have changed it to fit my own aesthetic sense abilities.

- pixies: though not seen in extra materials such as bonus features. The fact that the pixie dusters are called pixie dusters implies that they know about the consept of pixies.

- unidentified teddy bear deer.

-Giant Bat?

- bog beast.

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Extras- material that I feel fits

- lamia: cat like centaurs. They can have scales. They are basically extinct.

- werewolves: no shapeshifting. They are related to the sayters.

- vampires: mutant elves. They have bat wings.

- fairies: mutant elves, they are incapable of being wizards but have wings.

- imps: mutant elves native to volcanic areas. Inspired by the ocs of the fandom.

- harpies- man so just a quick search over onward fan OCs there’s a lot of winged elves in the search results. Angel looking things. But I think adding angels would be inappropriate with the “80 trash fantasy novel” so I added harpies instead.

- sphinxes- manticores and sphinxes are relatively similar in concept.

- selkies: there are two kinds selkies. Selkies are sometimes called sea wolfs, sometimes called the sayters of the sea.

-Gargoyles: relatives of the goblins. They have wings that they use for gliding. Also ripping off another Disney property. They originated as hybrids of trolls and goblins

- Gremlins: hybrids of gnomes, and goblins.

- capercorns: occurs when a sayter and a mermaid, silkie or siren have a kid together. Also with cyclops and those combinations.

This is the different species I will be showcasing in my re-work I have also made elaborations on cultures, history, interspecies relations.

As my previous post outlined the lack of diversity for a film that wanted diversity.

Hopefully I go a half decent job as I don’t intend to spend a lot of time on this project.

#onward #fan work #rework #whyyyy #anyways this is a start #unicorn #pegasus #elves #cyclops #saytr #harpies

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