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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 4 months

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Where the Ashes Settle

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Roman was prepared for normal day, leave the hotel, get coffee, go to the station and head home.

He hadn't made room in his schedule for getting caught up in a villain fight, nor getting kidnapped by the villain and his arch-nemisis, though.

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| Ao3 |

Warnings: Injury, kidnapping

Pairings: Anxceit, possible future anarociet depending on how you wanna interprit.

Word count: 3437

Notes:

I wrote this whole thing today because I was bored and wanted to have some fun. I've been wanting to make a superhero au for a very long time but I'm too lazy so here's a oneshot instead. :) - i't's not really edited as of right now, I might come back and fix it later, but I can't say for sure.

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Roman was just a civilian.

He had no useful powers, as much as he’d always wanted to be a hero, being a super one is just not on the cards. Voice Projection. That was Roman’s power, he could make his voice be heard from anywhere, with a microphone it was amazingly useful during concerts. But he could only make his voice as loud as he could yell, so the most he’d be able to do as a hero would be… to cause confusion, potentially.

So Roman wasn’t a superhero, he was a regular person, an indie singer who was nowhere near as well known as he wanted to be, doing gigs in pubs and at small events who didn’t have the money to hire the bigshots or specifically wanted acts that no-one had heard of. It was fine, Roman loved singing, holding the attention of a crowd was something he was good at, writing and performing music had been something he loved since before he could remember.

He was well aware of the more super goings on of the world, of course. He followed the heroes almost religiously, their instagram stories, the events they were doing, the latest battles they’d won against upstart supervillains. His favourite was a longstanding battle between one of the top heroes - Viper, who was surprisingly popular despite his dark and mysterious persona - and one of the most renowned villains in the country - Tempest, who looked and played the part of arch-nemesis very well.

Roman followed their battles over the internet, watching the videos and footage. Their fights were always immense and almost beautiful, they were evenly matched, skill wise, and they both had crazy power sets. Viper could shapeshift, between human and animal forms, including - to Roman’s delight when he saw the battle - a dragon. Tempest could create - as his name suggested - storms, he could walk on the clouds, draw lightning strikes from the heavens, create heavy rains and strong winds whenever he wanted.

It was brilliant to watch, after the fight had taken place from the comfort of his mediocre apartment living room.

It wasn’t quite so great to be there in person.

He’d been getting a coffee at a cute little cafe he’d found whilst staying for a week in a town a few hours out from his own for a few pretty good gigs he’d been able to snag and he was just about to head to the station to get his train back home. He’d decided to stop by the shop on the way. He’d known something was wrong when he’d stepped back onto the street, coffee cup in hand, guitar case slung across one shoulder and backpack on the other, to find it deserted.

Thunder. He heard it first as he made his way down the street, turning the corner to see the dark, angry clouds gathering just up the street. He rushed forward - blinded from the danger by his eagerness to see the fight - maybe he’d be able to film it if he could get a good view! Witnessing a battle in person - especially one on this magnitude - was rare and absolutely granted bragging rights over all your family and friends, so Roman wasn’t about to pass up such an opportunity.

He must have approached from somewhere behind Tempest, as he creeped along the street and pulled out his phone to record - even as the wind whipped at his hair, thankfully it wasn’t raining. He knew that this was stupid, he’d be in a lot of danger coming this close, but he felt almost like he had to.

Further up the street Roman spotted Viper, shifted into some kind of big cat crouched atop an already damaged car, making up some kind of blockade at the other end of the street. Roman could hear yelling and crying from behind it - he must be protecting people that way. The pair of supers began to fight properly, thunder booming in the sky as they clashed. Viper turned mid-jump into what looked to be a griffin, and ran at Tempest. Roman watched in wonder as the two clashed in front of him.

Lightning struck, too close to him to be safe. He let out an involuntary yelp for fear when the building began to catch fire. His eyes darted between the rapidly spreading fire to the fighting pair. Neither of them had noticed. He heard a scream from inside the building and - panicking - Roman decided he would have to do something.

“Hey!” He called, but his voice was lost to the raging winds. He tried to use his power, placing his voice nearer to Viper - “Hey! The- the building’s on fire! To your left!”

Viper looked over, golden eyes widening for just a moment, before he was slammed into by Tempest.

Shit -! Roman thought, glancing back at the building again, breath quickening, he’d just gotten Viper hurt - he was sure he could probably face legal action for interfering like that, and the people in the building were no closer to getting saved. His power really was useless after all.

Roman was just trying to figure out what to do when the fire began to spread too close to him - across the debris already on the floor. He took a few steps back only to scream as something came hurting at him in the wind. The bit of flying debris smacked into his shoulder hard, sending him flying to the ground and leaving him winded. His vision swam as he laid there on the ground, distantly aware of more yelling than before, was it closer? And the crackling of fire, the screaming of sirens somewhere far in the distance. Roman hoped they’d be fast enough to save the people in the buildings.

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“Shit!” Virgil yelled when he heard someone scream from far too close to them to be from the crowd. Rearing back from where he’d been about to punch Janus and looking around just in time to see the civilian standing far too close to the fight get flung backwards to the ground - almost into the raging inferno that was the building behind him.

Janus shifted back to himself as he stared at the same sight. Virgil growled, well aware people were still watching, and darting forward - grabbing the hero by the collar of his shirt and holding him close, making sure his expression was mean enough to appease any watching cameras even as he whispered his split second plan to the hero.

“I’m going to ‘kidnap’ him,” Virgil said, voice barely a hiss, “And run, make it look like you beat me and then get the people in that building out- I’ll make sure he’s okay back at the apartment. ”

“Be careful, Darling,” Janus told him, before transforming into a giant beast and grabbing Virgil, with a snarling growl, flinging him across the street towards the knocked out civilian. Virgil landed expertly, made a show of looking around as if disoriented and got up. Janus roared and Virgil took that as his cue to run, scooping up the civilian and grabbing his things on a second thought before grabbing one of his clouds and swiftly escaping the scene, starting a downpour as he did so. He hoped maybe it would help with the fire.

He really didn’t want innocent people to get hurt.

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When Virgil arrived at the apartment building, the civilian now fully unconscious in his arms, he was stopped by his security guy, Logan. Virgil groaned internally as Logan questioned why Virgil was carrying some knocked out guy and why the fuck he had a guitar.

“Don’t question me ,” Virgil snapped, his voice slipping into his supervillain persona’s for a moment, startling Logan. He’d have to apologise later, but he had no time for Logan’s never ending questions right now, “When Viper gets here, let him in.”

Logan looked at him skeptically, but Virgil’s expression hardened, practically daring Logan to argue with him. Eventually he just sighed and nodded, allowing Virigl to make his way into the building. He saw Logan rub his forehead out the corner of his eye as he walked away. Maybe he should make him an apology cake.

Carrying the civilian up the stairs was easy when you were able to manipulate the wind to give you a boost. When Virgil finally arrived at his apartment he went straight to the spare room and laid Roman down carefully on the bed, placing the guitar and bag nearby before setting about checking him for injuries.

He wasn’t burned, thank goodness, but Virgil was worried about his shoulder where the debris must’ve slammed into him. There were bits of it embedded in his skin and the joint looked dislocated. Virgil just prayed that was the worst of it as he - as gently as he could - popped his shoulder back into place and removed the biggest pieces of debris. Cleaning him up and bandaging his shoulder properly. He was used enough to doing this for himself by now.

Until Virgil heard Janus arrive at his front door, Virgil stayed sitting by the bed, making sure the civilian was okay the entire time.

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Roman felt groggy when he woke up, like he’d drunk too much at a party or something, though he couldn’t remember any party. This wasn’t his house either - the bed he was lying on felt unfamiliar - and very soft. The covers were tucked up to his chin and he felt very warm and safe here as he stared up at the plain ceiling. No fluorescent lights - so probably not a hospital either. Where the hell was he?

From the next room, he could hear voices, though he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. When he tried to move up, pain shot through his shoulder enough to make him gasp - and then his head started to feel like it was splitting apart. Right, he remembered now.

Just because Roman remembered what had happened to him before he had clearly passed out, that didn’t help him to understand where the hell he was, or who was talking in the other room, or who these lovely purple bed covers belonged to.

His head was killing him, so he closed his eyes again.

“He’s been asleep for almost a full day now,” He heard someone say, the sound causing shooting pains in his skull, was that voice kinda familiar? It felt like it was, but Roman couldn’t place it, “I’m starting to worry it might be worse than a bump on the head.”

“Perhaps it would have been better to take him to a hospital, Darling.” The second voice said - this one was even more familiar than the first. He started to think he must be dreaming, though, because surely Viper wasn’t actually here. He’d heard that voice enough in interviews and publicity stunts, maybe he was dreaming?

“Yeah well - it wasn’t like we had much time to make that call,” The other voice huffed.

“I know,” Viper sighed, “If he doesn’t wake up in the next half hour we should take him to the closest hospital.”

The other voice scoffed, “And what, tell them: ‘Oh hey doctor, here’s this guy I almost killed yesterday and then kidnapped because we didn’t know what to do!’ How would that go over, you think?”

“...You’ve got a point,” Said Viper. Roman stewed in his own thoughts as he pretended to sleep, yesterday, almost killed, kidnapped - that familiar voice… Was that Tempest ?? - what the hell was Tempest doing here with Viper, and had they really kidnapped him? What the fuck was happening?

Roman groaned softly as the pain in his head spiked and both of them went silent.

“Is he awake?” Tempest asked, Viper made a noncommittal noise in response, before seemingly walking over.

“Hello, darling,” Viper said, voice much closer now, “Are you awake?”

That soft tone was so different from the sarcastic, sassy persona he always displayed for the public. It made Roman feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Hey- I thought I was ‘darling’!” Tempest said, from further away. He sounded like he was pouting and Roman resisted the urge to laugh as he peeled open his eyes again, having to blink a few times as the light made his head spin.

“You’re ‘Darling’, with a capital ‘D’, Darling, everyone else is a lowercase ‘d’ darling,” Viper dismissed, before looking back at him and smiling. That was Viper alright, his signature scales were glittering gold in the dim light of the room and his mismatched eyes - one blue, one gold - were looking at him with an expression so caring and soft Roman almost reeled back. Why on earth was the hero looking at him that way? His hair was loose, tumbling to his shoulders in blonde waves and topped with a fancy hat that seemed a little silly compared to the comfortable clothes he was wearing.

His gaze wandered warily to where Tempest stood, a fair ways behind Viper - leaning on the wall beside the door. His identity wasn’t quite so obvious, considering his costume consisted of a mask and a hood. But Roman recognised his electric purple hair and violet eyes regardless. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of an oversized hoodie and seemed fairly relaxed in posture.

“Will you sit up and drink something for me, darling?” Viper asked, gently placing a hand on Roman’s shoulder to help him up. The movement made him feel dizzy, but he did think water would be pretty nice right now.

“...Where am I?” Roman asked after taking a sip of cold water from the glass Viper pressed into his hands.

“My apartment,” Tempest answered, not moving from across the room.

“...Why?” He asked, frowning.

“I needed to get you out of the way so that Jay here could save the people in that building,” Tempest shrugged, earning a look from the hero, he groaned, “He’s literally in my house - I don’t think him knowing the first letter of your name is a real issue, here.”

Roman frowned, “Wait- but-” He thought, trying to put the pieces together, hadn’t Tempest struck that building with lighting? “Didn’t you… mean to set it on fire?”

“What? No, of course not,” Tempest looked almost offended at the accusation, “I missed with the strike, that’s all.”

Confused, Roman looked between them, Viper chuckled, “There’s a lot more going on behind the scenes than you know, dear,” He said, gently patting Roman’s shoulder. He felt himself melt beneath the touch.

“Like… what?” Roman asked.

“Things you don’t need to know about,” Tempest said, finally pushing himself off of the wall to walk closer. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and offered something to Roman, “Here, painkillers - if you need them - you took a nasty hit, they’re still in the packaging.”

Roman watched the both of them as he took the painkillers, examining the packet before taking one.

“I… owe you an apology for that, too, had I known you were standing there I would’ve made sure the debris didn’t hit you.”

It suddenly made a lot more sense why despite how destructive and violent Viper and Tempest’s fights were, no civilian ever actually got hurt.

“Thank you for the warning, by the way, darling,” Janus told him, shifting to gently card fingers through Roman’s hair.

“Hm?” Tempest asked, looking up in confusion.

“He warned me about the fire… I’m assuming you used your power?” Roman nodded, “I’m sorry I couldn’t act on it sooner.”

“It’s… fine, I just wanted to do something - did everyone get out okay?” Roman asked.

“Yes,” Janus nodded, “I got everyone out unharmed.”

Roman breathed a sigh of relief, wincing at the pain in his shoulder as he did so. He looked around at the other two, before sighing and resting his head back against the headboard.

“That’s good,” He mumbled.

“You’re welcome to go back to sleep,” Tempest said, “As long as you eat something first - you’ve been out for at least twenty-four hours by now.”

Roman groaned, even though Tempest was right, he was hungry, and having attention drawn to that fact just made him hungrier.

“Fine,” He mumbled. Tempest looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding to himself.

“How about I order pizza for the three of us,” he suggested, “We haven't eaten dinner either - do you like pizza?”

“What kind of heathen doesn’t like pizza?” Roman asked, trying not to laugh. Laughing hurt. Tempest chuckled and pulled out his phone.

For a long few minutes, they just sat there. Viper was playing with his hair and Roman didn’t mind in the slightest - aside from being a little confused - and Tempest was messing around on a phone, supposedly ordering them pizza.

Eventually, Viper broke the silence, “What is your name, darling?” He asked.

“Oh- it’s Roman,” Roman said, “Roman Piper.”

Tempest looked up from his phone, eyes a little wider than before, “Roman Piper, as in - the singer Roman Piper?”

Roman was too flabbergasted to speak for a moment, “I- yes- yes, that’s me, you’ve uh- you’ve heard of me?”

Viper just hid his face with his hand and chuckled as Tempest lit up.

“ Heard of you? Dude! I love your music!” He said, “I… can’t believe I fucking kidnapped my favourite music artist.”

Roman couldn’t help it, he snorted, bursting out laughing, though his cheeks were red, “I was actually um- here to do a few gigs… but uh- I think I appreciate this, actually, saves me the hospital bills.”

“Downtown? In that old bar a few days ago? I was there -”

Viper tapped him on the shoulder, leaning in and whispering, “He’ll talk about you for hours if we don’t stop him, darling, though - for the record, your music is lovely.”

Roman blushed a deep red, hiding his face in his hands. Don’t get him wrong! He loves meeting people who liked his music, but when those people where the most notorious villain in the country and his arch-nemisis (Though Roman was starting to think something else was going on there too) who he’d been looking up to for yours it was a little bit different.

“I’m supposed to be resting, right?” Roman said, interrupting whatever tangent Tempest was about to go on.

“Yes, you are,” Viper said, smiling.

“Hm,” Tempest said, “I could put on a movie or something while we wait for pizza?”

Roman brightened, “That sounds wonderful - hm… would it be a step too far if I asked for your real names?”

“Hmm…” Viper said with a soft smile, “You can call me Jay, if you’d like, it’s halfway there - perhaps I’ll give you my real name in the future, darling.”

Unable to help himself, Roman grinned - the idea that they might not part ways once this whole ordeal was over was a lovely one. He was honestly starting to quite like these two - not to mention how curious he was about whatever ‘behind the scenes’ things were going on.

“If that’s what we’re doing,” Tempest said, standing up and offering a hand to Jay, who took it, in turn offering his arm to help up Roman, “then you can call me V, for now.”

“Lovely, both of you,” Roman smiled, letting Jay put his arm around Roman’s back for stability after he stumbled a little to lead him out of the bedroom to a dim, cozy living room strung with fairy lights. It was cute and warm and safe - very homely and cozy looking - totally not what he would’ve expected from the villain had he been asked two days ago. Now it seemed… a little more fitting.

Jay guided him to sit down on the sofa and V quickly joined them after grabbing a small stack of DVDs that he handed to Roman to choose from. He was delighted to find that they were all disney.

After a long period of deliberation that had V chuckling and Jay sighing, in exasperation, Roman finally settled on Moana - which he handed to V to put on. Before long, the three of them were squashed together on the two-seater sofa, with Roman in the middle. Something in the back of his mind told him that he shouldn’t feel as safe as he did, considering he was in the home of a supervillain, cuddled between two extremely powerful people who he didn’t really know the intentions of.

But despite that, he felt the warm haze of sleep drift over him as the movie continued and they ate their pizza in calm, comfortable silence.

Roman was passed out on Janus’ shoulder before the film even neared its end.

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #anxceit #anaroceit #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #rowans writings #fanfic #fanfiction #ts roman #ts virgil #ts janus

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secrets-of-everwich · 5 months

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05-2 The Book

[Click]

[Electronic hum underlies the recording]

[This recording keeps glitching out, a lot more frequently than before]

{Callie}

Hello, this is Callie Hewitt, recording on the 11th October 2021, approximately an hour after the last recording. I’m here with Rin and Asher, and…

{Rin}

We were right. Something was wrong with Emilia.

{Callie}

Xavier isn’t here because he’s got work that he’s already super late for, and Emilia isn’t here because she needed to have food, but I have assurances that she’s okay.

{Rin}

Well, she was okay when we left her.

{Rin}

{Ash}

Don’t say that, I’m sure she’s still okay! Why wouldn’t she be?

Ash, she was-

{Callie}

Okay, cutting you off there before you spoil the entire episode. I’m sure my one listener – who’s surprisingly already listened to the last episode! Wow! … Can’t be Xavier then. Sorry, I got sidetacked, I’m sure my one listener wants to keep the suspense! First of all: The book.

[Rustling]

{Rin}

Got it here.

{Callie}

Because that last episode had like- No explanations, and was solely talking, let me talk about the book-

{Ash}

Can I do it? I can definitely talk for a while, and I’m very good at explaining things, or so I’ve been told, plus this detective stuff is so fun, it’s like I’m in my own little piece of theatre!

{Rin}

[Laughing]

This is real life, not theatre. Let Callie do it, this is her thing after all.

{Ash}

Aw, ok.

{Callie}

This is an old book, written by Adam Ives, also known as Rin Ives’ grandfather. It’s a little diary book, with drawings in. How did you come to get this, by the way Rin? You just said your grandfather gave it to you.

{Rin}

He said I may find some entries useful. He’s definitely the eccentric type, I’ve no idea how he went on to be a CEO.

{Ash}

I like your grandfather, he’s funny!

{Callie}

I wonder if he knew about Em somehow… Hm. Anyway, the page we’re looking for is around April 1962, a week or so before Jill was nearly killed. It doesn’t describe what Adam was going through, but explains how he’s discovered something while exploring the Abandoned Manor.

OH, for the record, Everwich Manor was left uninhabited between the early 1910s and 1993, when my parents discovered they’d inherited it due to a familial link to the Greenes. I was gonna explain more about this in last episode but. Obviously that fell through.

[Recording glitches increase in frequency, making this section almost inaudible]

The manor was abandoned, and so a great place for teens to explore. This page explains the creature it found living in the basement.

{Ash}

Wait, show me that drawing-

[Rustling]

That’s what I saw. That’s what X took me to see, when we went into the basement!

[A pause]

{Callie}

{Rin}

What-

That tiny thing? You said it was huge!

{Ash}

No, it wasn’t tiny- Wait, why do you think it’s tiny?

{Callie}

There’s a scale in the corner.

{Ash}

Oh. Well the one I saw wasn’t tiny, it was huge.

{Callie}

Huh. Strange.

[Sounds of a radio being tuned]

[Radio static growing louder]

[Click]

{Voice}

[The voice sounds distorted]

The rest of this recording has been… Lost. Please refrain from listening to the rest of this podcast. History will be repeating itself, if I have anything to say about it.

[Click]

[Sounds of a radio being tuned]

[Radio static growing quieter]

[Click]

[Recording sounds as normal – barely any glitches]

{Callie}

I hope X – or Rin or Ash for that matter – didn’t get hurt by that thing. I’ll have to keep an eye on them. Make sure they’re all okay. There’s definitely more to this story. Like why Emilia was doing some experiments. I want to get a statement from her. Rest assured, I will not be stopping this podcast until I’ve found all the answers. This has been Callie Hewitt. Thank you for listening to this Secret of Everwich.

[Click]

#secrets of everwich #everwich episode #everwich lore

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octahedral-chaos · 1 year

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Okay so it's the new year, so I decided to make a pretty long post with shoutouts to a bunch of blogs that I love, whether general art stuff, funny stuff or science! I also made a masterpost of cool blogs on @octastims and @spritebloom as well! Let's get into it!

@aria-greenhoodie : Very cool artist with LOTS of awesome object head ocs, angel ocs and more! Also very rad in that they really like eldritch angels.

@shirecorn : Made lots of somewhat famous memes on Tumblr (High Geologist, etc). Also have a very good turtorial on making better fictional animal hybrids.

@agentkirin : Awesome art style AND is making a game with a very cute hippalectryon protag! Please follow because I think Ashes to Ashlyn should be a reality.

@min-play : AWESOME art style and very charming designs + characters! Also think the fact that you want to get a Dancerush Stardom cabinet is rad. 11/10 go for it! That looks like a really fun arcade game!

@tk-sketches : Adorable robot designs and a really good comic series!

@lowpolyparrot : Very awesome low poly models AND drawings! Also very rad in general.

@meanya : Runs two stimblogs, a art prompt blog AND several other sideblogs! Very rad and 11/10 go check out neon-glowing-rainbow.

@sunnibits : Makes really cool stimboards, have PEAK aesthetic and posts a LOT about their blorbos. 11/10 it's worth it.

@christerious : OCTAHEDRON (and other indie games) speedrunner. Holds the current world record and makes awesome chiptune covers + originals. Also post funny stuff.

@charseraph : AWSOME spec evo stuff AND the crowns are adorable. Most pettable sophont design EVER.

@delta-hexagon : INCREDIBLE alien + creature designs and awesome art style. Also have a very cute sona.

@alexriesart : Awesome spec evo and worldbuilding stuff! Vividly remember unintentionally coming across their art on Deviantart back in mid 2010s and falling in love with the birrins.

@revretch/ @humansbgone : AWESOME bug posts, biology stuff and rad series about big sapient bugs! What's not to love?

@todaysbat and @loveisinthebat : Both posts about bats! They're absolutely awesome with lots of batty stuff, whether real bats, ways to help bats or art pieces with bats!

@fyanimaldiversity : Blog about mutations + colour morphs in animals. Surprisingly useful for spec evo stuff, especially with genetics.

@odd-animals-daily : Blog about weird and wacky creatures! You can browse here if you want to get wild ideas for creature and alien designs.

@mothmyspace : Lots of cool moth species! Really good for unique fairies/ bug based ocs!

@ultrainfinitepit : Cool angel designs and very cool art style! Also hosts angeltober.

@lesserkey : Also draw angels! Very rad art style and angel designs.

@strayhorn: Very cool writer who have a bunch of writing/ worldbuilding tips! Absolutely great for anyone who's slightly intimated with their first story.

#OCTAfan says stuff #Long post #Tw all caps #Ask to tag

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disgruntleddemon · 1 year

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Was inspired by my friend dj's cc horror poster redraw, so i did my own with Purrcis! Even if mine's more of a draw-over lol

I went with Carrie since i rewatched that movie recently, and rly like it. Purrcis works surprisingly well as Carrie. Purrcila also works surprisingly well as Mrs. White.

I procrastinated on this drawing so hard, but i knew i wanted it done before Halloween. The shading for the red side was p fun to do actually. The happy scene was a bit harder tho.

Also, if anyone's curious, here's some of the characters I'd picture for the other roles in the movie:

Mrs. Desjardin: Kai Chris: Chloe Sue: Ash Tommy Julio Assorted mean kids: Azel, Angdra, Silver, Lucy (honestly p mix n match w these guys lol

#Castle cats #My art #carrie 1976

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owls-den · 2 years

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Hiiii everyone I'm back with more (last minute) Mermay Kodakshipping content! Surprisingly, Trip as merman was actually the first concept I had drawn but just didn't like the picture much on its own. In a way it works a bit better as a comic. I ABSOLUTELY PANTSED THE HECK OUT OF THE DIALOGUES WOOPS! Also yes, one of my hc is that Ash is ripped af and no one can tell me otherwise. Bro literally trains with his pokemons and has done nothing but adventuring for the past few years, man got muscles! Also, Iris and Ash have BIG sibling energy. Like totally. Love them. The pokeball to the face is (accidental) payback >:))

It was fun making more conventional comic pages. I usually work in a webtoon format so this was quite refreshing (me, making Kodakshipping comics instead of working on my ACTUAL webcomic WOOPS AGAIN MY CO WRITER WOULD KILL ME IF HE KNEW- fuck he follows me on tumblr let's hope he never opens the app) I'd really love to make more Pokémon comics so if you have any suggestions, lemme know I'd gladly draw more stuff >:)))

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy the food! It's a real shame Kodakshipping doesn't get that much content so time to create it >:)))

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the-rogue-mockingjay · 8 months

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Estinien for the Blorbo meme!

STINNY!!!!

Not as many boxes checked but rest assured, I love him dearly!

I am utterly deranged about him. His arc is quite possibly my favorite arc I've ever seen in any story EVER, no exaggeration.

The way he's a friend to and immediately adopts every kid he meets, how he cares SO MUCH despite his edgelord appearance, his quiet and initially begrudging friendship with Ysayle, how concerned he always is for wol when they have an Echo vision- the way he parallels them, and can understand their suffering in a way almost no one else can! Alphinaud always thinks Estinien would make fun of him for being sentimental but Estinien himself is pretty damn sentimental 😂

I love how he never addressed Ysayle by her name, odd as that sounds; the way he initially called her Iceheart in a derogatory way, but in time, when he calls her Lady Iceheart, his tone shifts to one of respect; his dialogue at the end of the Aitiascope in Endwalker, "Such was the strength of her faith in us."

In Heavensward when he calls you Warrior of Light, at first it's in a wary way, he doesn't believe the hype around you- he has to see your strength with his own eyes. His respect for you is earned, not freely given, which is a breath of fresh air when you're being swallowed up by your own legend. By the end of Dragonsong, when he calls you by your title, "I would ask one last favor of you, Warrior of Light"....the weight behind it. He trusts you. Calls you a friend. You're his equal, his comrade, partner in dragonslaying and truth-uncovering. You fight for him when everyone other than Alphinaud gave up on him, and your love for and faith in him saves his life. So in Endwalker, he fights for you just as hard and paves the way for you to do what you do best.

I am. Very much rambling at this point 😂 I could talk about this man for HOURS but the tl;dr of it is. Well. He's important to me 😭

There's a line someone says to him in Endwalker that I'm thinking about all the time:

"The fires of hatred that once burned in thy heart burneth no more. From their ashes doth spring the light of love, warm and pure."

He found purpose and meaning and a life outside of violence and vengeance, he is so surprisingly.....gentle, by Endwalker. And he's also the funniest person in the expac, no competition 😂 but in all seriousness, I HAVE MANY FEELINGS.

I'm just gonna end this post with what is quite possibly my favorite Estinien dialogue in the game, lol.

"You see the world the way you want it to be; I see the world the way it is. You are idealistic to a fault. But I know you would never turn your back on those in need, never close your eyes to their suffering. And somehow, your deeds lend truth to your words, giving the lie to my doubts in so doing. I have seen others draw strength from your belief—in Ishgard, in Ala Mhigo. You inspired them to stand up and fight. To win, no less. And even when you lost those you held dear, you carried their spirit with you, and made their memory your guiding light. The burden of so many hopes and dreams would be too heavy for most to bear. But you bear it willingly. As you have shown me, some dreams are too important to let go. If you have need of my strength, it’s yours. After all you’ve done, how could I refuse?”

#im absolutely insane abt him i cant help it #everything to meeeeeeeeee #his arc is. SO GOOD. i love all the little moments in enw that show in ways both big and small how far he's come since hw!!!!!!#he really is. the best!!!!!!!#rhskfjjsjs this post probably isnt even coherent but what can i say. i love one (1) spiky boi #estinien varlineau #blorbo bingo #ffxiv #i think abt that phrase every day....never close your eyes to their suffering #man......

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Annon-Guy: Which Guilty Gear and BlazBlue/XBLAZE characters would be good at playing Poker (Texas Hold'em)? I'm asking because there's this game by TellTale called Poker Night 2 where you play Poker with Brock Samson (Venture Bros.), Claptrap (Borderlands), Ashley "Ash" Williams (Army of Darkness) and Sam (Sam & Max) with Gladis (Portal 2) as the Card Dealer. P.S. You should check up the conversation quotes on YouTube when you get the chance. They're fun 😊!

Who's the best "Gambler" and who has the best "Poker-Face"?

Well, if we're talking cream of the crop, that would be Johnny of course!

He gambles with the best of them, and he can read a situation faster than the average person could draw a sword!

But it's not like Johnny doesn't have any sort of weaknesses. When it comes to women, he tends to lose track of his concentration! Hah!

But, if we were to list some other "poker-players" that would do well in the game of Cards:

Slayer: He's just unflappable. You won't read him unless he WANTS you to read him.

Ramlethal: Despite her recent change in tastes, it's actually quite difficult to get a read on her emotions. She'd be very good at bluffing.

Bedman: You can't read someone who sleeps through everything. He'd be a surprisingly "patient" player. Bedman can also read others' thoughts through his abilities.

Venom: Not quite as powerful, but Venom can read other people's "aura", which means he has the upper hand in reading others' intentions! Perfect for an Assassin, but also perfect for a HUSTLER.

Kum Haehyun: Don't let appearances fool you! She can read the state of anyone with her Tuner's abilities… Of course, she's not very good at hiding her weaknesses… She's powerful, but risky.

Robo-Ky: Okay, now that's just cheating! Robo-Ky has X-ray vision and can see other peoples' hands! Robo-Ky does have some standards though, so he follows the rules if there are any.

Chipp: Here's the thing about Chipp: high risk, high reward. That's not only his fighting style, but that's also his life motto! He isn't very cautious, but if you're the type who goes all-in, he's good at negotiating the risks. His foresight ability is also second to none (impressing even the likes of Gabriel and Answer).

Answer: Chipp's right-hand man is also pretty good in situations that call for his talents. His memory and recollection abilities are a great tool in reading any given situation. He could probably use his knowledge to win horse race bets too!

Sol Badguy: He's known for his brute-force methods, but he's also a scientist, and his gambles tend to pay off significantly. I'd say, if Sol was in a situation where all bets are on the table, he'd be a sure bet to win! (He'd likely be an all-rounder player… no real strong traits, but no real weaknesses either.)

I-No: She's a performance artist to say the least. She can coax weaknesses out of anyone she meets, and when it comes to confrontations (bluffs), she can bluff with the best of them. She is a bit of a risk-taker though, so it might be tough to win in some situations in her case.

Potemkin: Hmm-hmm~ You weren't expecting a grappler to play cards, were you? Potemkin is actually very good at hiding his emotions, though once he has a winning hand, it's hard to really stop him once he gets going. His massive hands could probably only "just barely" hold his cards, but when you're the best at what you do, you don't need to worry about losing as much. That being said, Potemkin is still a bit of a slow-starter… so getting good luck and a lucky hand might be troublesome for the likes of him.

Izuna: For a guy who doesn't like to stand out, but of course he'd be pretty good at bluffing. Izuna's a bit of a card shark on his own, but his methods are most likely unorthodox and random, so his luck is also just as random.

Axl Low: This man believes in the Goddess Lady Luck… he's surprisingly religious. And truth be told, he is pretty lucky, and he's good at reading situations very well. But, as Lucky as he may be, he doesn't take undue risks if he can help it… and he's not very good at hiding his emotions (unlike other potential players).

Goldlewis Dickinson: You can't have a game of Texas Hold'em without a True TEXAN! Gold is likely all about the payout: what risks to take and how much would be most profitable! He'd go full-force on a gamble, and he'd be good at hiding his plays… But reading others' bluffs on the other hand is his weak-point (he's not good at reading situations, or even when situations go awry…). Still, he'd make up for it by solid hands and nothing too risky. A well-rounded player.

Dr. Paradigm: What can I say? He's a master strategist. His tactics and planning are very thorough, though his luck is somewhat lacking (don't ever say "this plan is perfect" around him… it'll jinx). He's a good reader of tactics, so of course he'd be decent at bluffing and plays. But again, he hasn't had much good luck lately (or being playable as a GG character… hopefully that'll change someday soon).

Dr. Faust: Ooh~ A Wildcard player has entered the room! Faust is good at taking advantage of random situations, so he's very Luck-oriented. Having a Bag over his head also helps quite a bit for bluffing and calls. He does get a bit emotional at times, however… so having a stable hand might be difficult.

Nagoriyuki: A very focused and straight-forward player. He can spot weakness in other players almost immediately. Still, as strong as he is, he doesn't take many risks and as a result his luck and skill tend to taper off when he hesitates. It's also pretty easy to read someone who doesn't rely on those risks to get good hands. Even if Nagoriyuki wears a mask, he plays the game straight.

A.B.A.: You wouldn't think she'd be good at a game like Poker, but A.B.A. can hide her intentions and blend in a crowd very well. She tends to keep her cards close to the chest, so she wouldn't show very strong plays at first, but once she gets going, well… good luck trying to keep up with her! She's emotional and unstable, but her playstyle would be unique, on top of that she's great at bluffing! If she has to win for Flament Nagel's sake, she'll do anything and risk anything to win!

Well, that was fun to write… I hope you enjoyed it! I will check out what you suggested eventually!

#Ideas #Character Analysis

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After Irithyll 5 - Lesson

Fandoms: Dark Souls, Dark Souls III Tropes: emotional whump, caretaker misunderstanding TWs: implied branding

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Since you began your daily ritual of breakfasts together, Karla has become noticeably more vivacious in her daily activities. She’s moving around more regularly now, exploring the Shrine grounds with less of her weight carried by her hexing staff. She’s even making conversation with the others somewhat; you spot her trading a few words with Cornyx one morning, and to your surprise, they don’t even seem to be unpleasant ones. Although she definitely has a long way to go, it warms your heart to see her come out of her shell a bit more each day.

And of course, it isn’t long before she begins teaching you the dark pyromancies that Cornyx had so long denied you.

Karla leans against an archway of the Shrine amphitheater, in which you slew Iudex Gundyr so long ago. It had taken days of cajoling to pry her away from the confines of Firelink Shrine, but as it turns out, the Cemetery of Ash makes for a surprisingly good training ground. The open spaces are convenient for demonstrating more powerful spells, and the numerous hollows are useful for target practice.

“The most basic dark pyromancy is Black Fireball. The technique is similar to a regular Fireball, but fueled from your humanity rather than your soul. Allow me to demonstrate.”

Karla's Flame goes black, before swelling into a writhing mass that coalesces in the shape of an orb. The black fire licks at the long sleeve of her witch’s robe, tearing at the fabric where it meets her wrist. She hurls the projectile upwards at an angle, allowing it to arc towards a distant hollow. The orb of black fire impacts a grave about a foot up and to the right of its intended target, exploding the weathered headstone into a shower of pebbles.

“Heh, we’ll see if you have a sharper aim than I do.” she muses. “Remember, unlike how you’d fuel a pyromancy from your soul, hexes are instead fueled by your humanity. Your deepest, most sinful emotions; shame, envy, wrath, and such, are all aspects of being human. When one goes hollow, this is what they lose. Feeding these emotions will draw out the Dark within you. For this spell, think about the most humiliated you’ve ever been in your life.”

You nod, and close your eyes.

“Feel the shame burning you. Focus on that burning. Be consumed by it until you can’t feel anything else.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Karla interrupts you. “You don’t have to tell me. Just focus.”

You nod again appreciatively, and your face scrunches in concentration and pain.

“Now, picture whoever or whatever made you feel this way. Allow yourself to hate them. Capture the desire to destroy their being, to bring them low as they brought you.”

You’re clenching your jaw hard enough for it to hurt. You nod again.

“Now, strike them down.”

Rage blends with the anguish as a smoky purple-blackness swirls around your palm. You can feel the dark presence overtake your Pyromancy Flame, your pain made manifest, needing nothing more than some outlet, an entry point into the world to seek and burn and destroy—

But then you catch sight of Karla’s face, softly shaded beneath the brim of her witch’s hat in the midday sun, and all the pain evaporates. It would seem that a certain level of gauntness is her natural state, but her cheeks have still filled out nicely since her arrival at the Shrine. There’s something about the gentle curve of her jawline that magnetically draws your attention; makes you want to observe it.

Your Flame reverts back to its usual orange, the Dark failing to coalesce.

“Hm. Well, these things take time and practice. I didn’t get it on my first try either. In the future, try to avoid any distractions.” She cracks a knowing smirk from beneath the brim of her hat, and you feel your face heat.

“I didn’t enjoy that. It’s not a fun memory.”

“The ones that fuel hexes never are.” she replies with a hint of sorrow, reassuming her relaxed position against the archway. “Again.”

It takes a few more tries to successfully conjure the black flame. The memory weighs on you, until you feel you’ve wrung every bit of humiliation you possibly could from it. You’ve almost gotten used to the way it makes your breathing shallow and chest tighten with each recollection.

It’s with great stress that you finally get a projectile into the air. The misery is crushing now, and you can’t get past how weak you are, how pathetic you must be to have let this happen to you. The feeling only turns to despair as the throw goes wide, tearing up the ground well short of the hollow you were targeting.

“I…” You draw in a shaky breath, trying to still the trembling in your chest. “I dunno if I can keep doing this.”

“Well, I did warn you. Do you see now why this is a wicked art?” Karla says, and you can’t offer a response. “Do you wish to continue, or shall we adjourn for the time being?”

As miserable as you feel right now, allowing yourself to fail would be even worse. “...No. I want to learn this.”

“Very well then.” she acknowledges flatly. “That intensity of emotion you feel is required to produce the hex. For this to work, you must accept your pain and then channel it. The Dark is naturally easier to tap into for those already burdened by great suffering.”

“Like you?”

She gives you a ferocious glare. “Just try it again.”

You try to summon up the same humiliation, but once again you’re distracted. What past horrors does Karla draw on for her hexes? You think back to her state when you found her in Irithyll dungeon, and again in her alcove after her nightmare, huddled in a ball, trembling and sobbing. You remember her robe staining the wash basin red like a battlefield. What do you know about what really happened to her?

You think back to the jailers, with their sickening masks and branding irons and life-draining spells. You can imagine it clear as day, them prying open the rusty lock on her cell and drawing out that same scream from her nightmare, over and over. Just the thought is nauseating, sending a jolt of terror and hate through your gut. Her scream echoes in your head, and everything is a blur of rage and fear and love and the overwhelming, single-minded need to make this stop.

Chilling flames lick at your palm. There’s a throw, and the audible crunch of an impact. In the distance, a hollow bursts into chunks of meat and bone.

“Interesting. That one was particularly explosive; I could feel the hatred tinging it.” Her soft smirk returns. “The emotion you draw from determines the character of the hex. Once you’ve mastered humiliation, you’ll be able to move onto other aspects of the Dark such as envy, or lust for power, or desire to protect the ones you love. For today, just keep practicing this one. If you wish to continue these lessons, you might soon be as wicked of a heretic as me.”

“Um… I don’t think it was humiliation I used for that spell.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not totally sure how to describe it. The feelings were… complex.” You cast another glance up and down her form. “You mentioned a desire to protect the ones you love?”

Her eyes narrow. “Who?”

“...You.”

Her smile has vanished, replaced by something almost fearful. “I see.”

She’s silent for a long moment, her gaze falling onto anything but you, before she seems to remember she has a lesson to finish. “...Perhaps it would be for the best if we didn’t keep attempting that spell. If humiliation isn’t working, we should try a different approach.”

Karla screws her eyes shut and concentrates for a moment, before sighing almost mournfully. Again her Flame goes black, although this time she gently lifts it into the air rather than hurling it. Five tiny orbs of Dark materialize in an arch behind her, swirling around her head like lost spirits. Two points of light twinkle within each one, and as you examine them, you could swear one stares back at you. Karla gestures with an outstretched finger at a distant hollow, and the orbs drift through the air towards their target, tracking its movements even as it shambles away. The hollow crumples to the ground with a hole through its chest as soon as the first orb makes contact, but the others still swarm its corpse, piercing it and then whirling around to pierce it again as they gradually fade into nothingness.

“Homing spells are certainly harder to miss with.” she comments offhandedly, her face sullen. “That hex is drawn from loneliness. The Dark seeks to connect with its target, and yet it never can, making brief contact and then fleeing over and over, until it sputters out.”

Despite the impressive spell, you find yourself more focused on observing its caster. The shift of her muscles under taut skin and black cloth again captures your rapt attention. Her spindly fingers dextrously manipulate the orb of Dark in her palm; you notice her first two nails are chewed short, even as the rest are unkempt. The black fire has left her robe even more distressed than it was previously, exposing her slender forearm—as well as a strange mark along it.

The mark is straight where it disappears beneath her torn sleeve, before splitting into a fork just before her wrist. It’s twisted and swollen above the rest of her flesh, the pink irritation clashing with the ashen tones of her skin. It looks disturbingly like she’s taken a precise cut-out of someone else’s arm, and grafted it onto her own. It occurs to you that maybe she has. There’s a vague awareness that you’ve seen that shape somewhere before, but you fail to recall where or when.

Karla catches where your eyes are focused, before she quickly clasps a hand over her wrist and tugs her sleeve down to cover it. What follows is seconds of intense, uncomfortable eye contact, her stare equally mortified and accusatory.

“...Is there something on your arm?”

“Well I think that’s fairly obvious, isn’t it?” she snaps at you. “If you would be so kind, please do not inquire about it again.”

Without further notice, she turns back toward the Shrine. “That’s all I have to teach you today. If you wish, we will continue this lesson tomorrow, Ashen One.”

Before you can even tell her to wait, she’s already hurrying away. As you watch her climb the stairs out of the graveyard, her limp seems more severe than when you’d walked outside with her this morning.

Guilt bites in immediately. Did you do something wrong? What could’ve provoked her? Something about that mark on her arm; the shape of it was so familiar. Where have you seen it before? It was almost like a letter Y, but upside down—

Your stomach sinks like a stone.

Oh. That’s what it was.

You reenter Firelink Shrine feeling as if you’ve terribly transgressed, and you do not seek out Karla again the next day.

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#dark souls #dark souls 3 #ds3 #karla #whump #lady whump #female whumpee #caretaker pov #after irithyll

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theeio · 3 years

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feeling,,,, a Lot of things from @toastyglow ‘s escape from divinity,,,,, like a lot

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yui-kuromori · 3 years

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Coven AU - Part 1

(The serious angst version)

@aceofspadegrass @thepolarstorm (I did the serious one first. Hope you like the drawing)

It all starts with Niragi.

Listen, he was a pretty hurt kid, with the bullying and all. He was a hurt kid with too much time in his hands and parents that leave him alone way too often. So he enters weird websites and sketchy bookshops in alleys.

So one day, after getting beat up pretty badly and getting caught in the rain, he rushes into this little bookstore, that’s tucked away in the dark.

The cashier is a quiet woman, with dark eyes and a twistedly fond smile in blood red lips. Niragi’s heart beats almost painfully in his chest while he leans on the shelves. When he finally calms down, he starts shuffling through the books, trying to distract himself from the pain.

That’s when he feels it.

A sickening curl in his stomach, an odd pull in his chest. He follows the feeling, both curious and scared, to a small leather trunk. When he touches it, his heart starts beating wildly in his chest, adrenaline pumping in his veins.

He takes it home, the cashier assuring him he doesn’t need to pay, cooing at him that she’s just interested in how things turn out. When he opens it, he’s met with thick leather bound tomes, sharp knives, delicate goblets and tapestries.

The thing about dark magic, is that it’s both corruptive and addictive. He might have had hope to be someone different, in another life, someone kind and good and healthy, but the magic ruins it for him, twists him into something sharp and cruel and possessive. Destructive.

(He gets piercings in his face, in his tongue, and the taste of blood is addictive. His books tell him to drink it, and so he does. Hunts down a pretty little thing, pale skin and soft breasts, and slashes her throat open with one of the sharp daggers he was gifted, and the blood tastes like warmth and power. It goes from a treat to a necessity, and nowadays, there’s little food he can stomach.)

Next is Chishiya. They meet when he catches Niragi drinking from a young man. The medical student blinks exactly once before his eyes widen slightly in a mixture of fear, surprise and disgusted interest. Niragi sees something of himself in him, feels that odd pull in his chest once again. So he grabs Chishiya by the wrist, and asks him if he wants to try it.

Chishiya’s been empty for a long time, so he, in his own apathetic way, clutches to Niragi and their magic and their two people coven. He steals blood bags from the hospital, but they don’t feel anywhere near as filling as a warm meal. He enjoys knowledge and the power it gives him, so he studies the tomes religiously, experiments with potions and rituals and moon phases as much as he can.

(He loves Niragi like a brother, but he also kind of wants to kill him. But killing him meant being alone again, and Chishiya is done being alone.)

They meet Last Boss by stopping his suicide attempt.

Last Boss is like a wildfire. A caged beast. He’s hungry, insatiable, and surprisingly loyal. They take him in because it would be a waste to let that potential for destruction die so quickly. He loves the freedom their little coven gives him, gorges himself in blood and covers himself in death.

He swore to tear to pieces anyone that dared to try and take this heaven from him, offer their bodies for Chishiya to experiment and Niragi to burn. They spend most of their time at Chishiya’s house. It’s big enough for all of them and has space for their rituals and sacrifices.

(The marks on his body appear after their first true hunt together. The stripes of a predator stained in blood and ash. He’s fiercely proud of them and never, ever hides his skin.)

Arisu is the last one to join. He’s also the only one that was unwilling.

He’s the only one that has friends that he loves, that’s not hungry for power. But Niragi feels the pull, the untapped massive potential. Arisu is a pretty little innocent thing, and he’s gonna be fun to corrupt.

He fights and struggles when they grab him. Spits at their faces and tries to claw his way out. Chishiya coos as he pours blood down his throat, makes him swallow.

It’s a slow painful change, but blood and power are addictive. Soon he’s running with them through the night, all maddened giggles and wide innocent eyes as blood drips down his face. He joins Chishiya in his research, Niragi in his adventures, he’s fiercely loyal and vindictive, and cutting some past bullies to pieces didn’t sound so bad after all.

(He had cried hard after the first time “I don’t want this! I’m not like you!” It had taken time to unfurl all the darkest bits of his soul, and it had been delightful, Niragi kinda misses his sniffles and sobs.)

Things are good after that, they’re no longer alone, or weak, or afraid.

(In the corner of his mind, Arisu knows something’s wrong. It’s not unusual for him to go from laughing fits to sobbing.)

To bad, Arisu’s friends weren’t willing to let them be.

#alice in borderland #ima wa no kuni no alice #arisu ryohei #chishiya shuntaro #niragi suguru #last boss #coven au

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peachyloveswriting · 2 years

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Can I requests a Lupin iii - Goemon x fem reader with bestfriend fujiko telling reader the prompt #73 “Are you really blind enough to not see the sparkles in his eyes when he’s staring at you?” Then maybe the confession goes something like prompt #72 ? Please and thanks I LOVE your blog so so much!

The Oblivious Kind of Stupid

Pairing: Goemon x FEM reader

Prompts: "Are you really blind enough to not see the sparkles in his eyes when he's staring at you?" & "Did you just...wait you love me?"

Warning: pg 13, weed, blunts, smoking.

The light from the window exposed the floating film around the room, cigarettes smoke practically engulfing the room. You scrunched up your nose, making moves across the room to crack a window. As you passed your best friend, Fujiko, you found yourself taking the blunt from her fingers and taking a hit off of it. She was looking up at you, eyes half-lidded as you took your seat beside her.

As you got comfy she leaned forward, smiling mischievously. You passed the blunt back to her. Leaning your head back you blew the smoke into the air. She elbowed you playfully.

"So, any progress?" She wiggled her eye brows at you suggestively. Feeling your face heat up you waved her off dismissively.

Her hand came to squeeze your knee ironically, her lips were pulling into a teasing smile as she looked up at you again, eyes still half-lidded. You laughed nervously, avoiding her gaze. You'd made the mistake of telling her about your liking for Goemon the last time you visited, she had teased you about it for hours on end and then gave you the courage to tell him. You never followed through and disappointing her was like hell on your heart.

Frowning and leaning back she tossed her arm over the back of the couch, the blunt still between her fingers. Lips twisted into a frown, Fujiko shook her head.

"Girl, you need to tell him." She pressed.

You smacked your lips on accident, so you raised your hand to scratch the back of your neck to prove your uncertainty. You wanted to tell him, sure, but the fear of losing a friend instead was just too big. Apparently Fujiko felt that becoming a personal therapist would help. "C'mon, s'not that bad." She took a long draw of the blunt. "Why didn't you do it?" Her voice strained from holding the smoke in before eventually letting it out. She offered you the last him which you denied kindly.

"I just, don't think he likes me back Fuj." Crossing your legs and shaking your head, you sighed deeply. "I mean, he's a samurai and a classical one at that. Do you really think he's gonna want someone the likes of..." You aggressively gestured to yourself. "...Me?"

Your friends shoulders shook with laughter. Taking a moment to collect her self she took one last pull before putting the almost finished blunt in the ash-tray beside her.

"Look..." The ash-tray clunked as she tapped it out and shifted back to face you. "...I've seen what it looks like when a man is in love, I know it with every inch of my being. The fact that you're to stupidly blind to see the way he looks at you when your around him baffles me." Her words were caught somewhere between supporting and offensive.

You shifted in your seat. "I, uhm..." Your voice trailed off and Fujiko shook before you.

"Are you really blind enough to not see the sparkles in his eyes when he looks at you?" She raised her voice significantly, she wasn't yelling but you were sure a noise complaint would be filed soon. Just as Fujiko opened her mouth to speak again there was a knock on the door. You both gave one another a surprised and confused look.

They had filed that surprisingly fast, you thought. When Fujiko opened the door with you right behind her you were surprised to see a certain long haired samurai.

"Goemon!" Fujiko greeted all too happily. Pushing to get around you she gathered your things and forced them into your arms. After being pushed out the door you spun on your heel ready to mouth off to her.

"Wha-" she interrupted.

"Have fun!" With a smile and a wink she closed the door in your face. Standing there for slightly longer than you should've, you finally got a move on. In the elevator it was awkward, the silence between you and Goemon was killing you. Awkwardly to change the mood you cleared your throat.

"So," you rocked back and forth from the balls of your feet to your heels. "What's up with the sudden visit?" You ask. Goemon looks down from the digital number above the door to look at you.

"I wanted to tell you something." You snapped your head around to look at him, eyes wide and filled with surprise. You would have thought you looked like a deer in headlights if Goemon had reacted to your face. Suddenly Goemon's cheeks where pink. "More like ask." He mumbled.

You urged him to continue, you couldn't help the anticipation. Your heart was pounding in your ribcage and your mind was racing at every possible outcome until he spoke.

"You're a very unique person, and an amazing friend but I long for more than just that, mayhaps a relationship?" He looked away. "Unless you don't feel the same way."

Dazed, you stared at him. Your heart was still going off in your chest and you almost couldn't think straight. You were almost regretting getting high now. "Did you just...wait, you love me?" You paused midway through your words to rethinking your wording, either way you put it you just sounded stupid.

"Yes, to put it simply." Goemon confirmed every wish you ever wanted in that very moment. Even now you honestly didn't want to be the one to ask someone out, so the work had been down for you. You were honestly surprised, it was starting to scare the 'stoic' samurai.

"I...you." pausing to take a moment you gathered your thoughts. "I like you too."

Goemon's form sloped if relief and when he looked back at you he was smiling. "I'm really glad you said that." He said. You couldn't help but laugh at his statement for you felt the same.

#lupin the third x reader #goemon ishikawa xiii #goemon #lupin iii #lupin iii x reader #fujiko mine #goemon x reader #goemon ishikawa

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ceiling-painted-white · 3 years

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Hellu... I have a request...

Well yesterday was my birthday and only one friend like congratulated me... and that really hurt... so if you could please write... like Sal, Larry and/or Ash with a S/o who had a terrible birthday and needs some comfort... Please... it would really help me...

hey anon :) i'm really sorry to hear you had a bad birthday, happy late birthday bestie, i'm sorry your friends weren't there for you on your birthday <3

sorry if this is shitty, it's literally 7am here after i pulled an all nighter with my friend bahaha

sal, ash, larry comforting their s/o who had a bad birthday - gn!reader

sal

as soon as it heard you had a bad day, he's rushing over to comfort you

would offer to take you any place you wanna go as a present

literally any place

if you wanna stay home and just be together

he's cool with that too ofc

watches your favorite movie/show with you while cuddled up on your couch with gizmo :)

he'd make you food if you wanted to

he's surprisingly a good cook

seriously he holds you all night, telling you how much he loves and appreciates you

and he wishes you a happy birthday like

100 fuckin times

let's you vent or rant if you need/want to

he's a super good listener

larry

he will not accept you being sad on any day

let alone ur birthday???

he wants to take you out and do literally everything

anything you wanna do

you guys spend the entire day going out around town and doing things you always wanted to do but never did

you've always wanted one of those cute big goldfish?

or to try that new drink place that just opened up?

well ur in luck, today, anything you want: you got :))

he'd love to just drive around with you

blasting sanity's fall and talking abt

literally anything

i've mentioned before that he likes talking to you a lot about anything at all

both deep conversations and really ridiculous ones

he'd tell the rest of the friend group and they all bombard you with sweet happy birthday messages

ash

she'd wanna go out and do something calm yet fun with you

like peacefully drawing at a lake or a park

she'll draw something for you, probably birthday related

oh and she'd totally make you a card

like a super extravagant and creative card

with a really thought-out and nice design on the front

and the most heartfelt message on the inside

insists that if your friends can't remember your birthday and don't care about it then they don't deserve you

#sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader #ashley campbell x reader #larry johnson x reader

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black-mesa-slut-voice · 3 years

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Domesticated headcrab adopts!

More info, rules + availability below the cut + okay to rb!

Hello! If you’re here, you’re most likely interested in owning a pet headcrab of your own! While you can always find a specific one of your liking, it’s always a good idea to turn to adoption to help out headcrabs in need (and your local artist)!

If you’re serious about adoption, I recommend you glance over Your Beginner’s Guide to Headcrab Domestication first!

So what is this, really?

If you’re really not sure how adopts work, it’s simple. I have little premade, pre-designed characters that you can purchase, and then they become your characters! You can then use them however you’d like; they’re now your OCs!

Obviously, I don’t own the rights to headcrabs in general- they still belong to Valve- but I sort of have the rights to my domesticated headcrab headcanons, so these specific designs will belong to you!

Okay, I’ll bite. What’re the deets?

Each character is $15 USD as a base! For that, you’ll get all rights to the design. You can rename, redesign, gift, or alter the characters to your liking after you buy them. I’ll give you the large, transparent image of your crab as well! They’re all yours!

For $25 USD, I’ll make a nice, fancy little ref sheet with at least a few cleaned, colored sketches to go along with it! Not only that, but any designs that you’ve bought from me are always 10% off if you ever commission me to draw them again!

Are there any rules?

Yep! Here’s the rules: - Prices are listed in USD! I use paypal, and paypal only for the most part. - First come, first serve, unfortunately. - You MUST pay before you receive any of the rights/images included! - Once purchased, you are free to tweak the design as you please! This includes the name and lore- they’re just fun little suggestions, laid out in the format of an adoption center. You don’t have to follow them at all! - Trades and resells are allowed as long as you sell it for as much as you bought it or less - Please credit me for the design if asked!

Alright! Give me the crabs!

“PRIMROSE” || SOLD Fawned ash standard Primrose is a spoiled little crab who was owned by a sweet little old lady who has since passed away. With nobody in her family wanting to take her, she's now looking for a new home. She's used to being dressed and wearing fang caps! She's a bit spoiled and picky with her food, so looking for someone who doesn't mind giving this little lady a lot of love and attention!

“MILLIE” || SOLD Grey capped Volkov Millie is a shy, albeit feisty Volkov who was rescued from a house that was hosting illegal fighting rings in their backyard. Her left talon and leftmost mandible were infected and had to be amputated, which causes her a bit of difficulty moving around- but she's still fit and spry! Looking for a home who doesn't mind a somewhat skittish crab, after everything she's gone through- who can help bring her out of her shell!

“MEATLOAF” || SOLD Chocolate ticked standard Meatloaf is a large, chunky crab with an interesting orange spotted tint coloration. They're a bit... food motivated, to say the least. A lot of care has to be put into watching them, as they're surprisingly smart when they put their mind into getting into things- and will eat anything they can fit into their mouth. Looking for someone with childproofed cabinets who wants a very friendly and intelligent crab!

“MILK” || SOLD Black and white Saddlehorn Milk is a standard Saddlehorn who was brought in because the former owner was unable to keep up with vet costs. Milk has a lot of internal problems, and had to undergo some intense treatment, and to be kept on a very specific diet. Looking for someone to help Milk maintain this diet and strict regimen and checkups until they feel better!

“CHOCOLATE CHIP” || SOLD Chocolate Siamese nubbed Chocolate Chip is a sneaky little crab, surprisingly small for their age. They were found wandering the streets, and it's presumed they got out of their previous home- which is most likely true, considering their track record of weaseling out of their enclosure! Looking for someone who doesn't mind a very intelligent, active crab, and has lots of time and attention to give!

“PEACHY” || SOLD Snowshoe flaxen standard Peachy came from a well-off home who once again bought a young, fancy breed- and ended up de-beaking him and then neglecting to give him proper attention and care. They were passed on to a few homes because of their rather shy behavior from lack of attention, and are looking to finally get a forever home with someone who wants to bring out the sweet, caring side we know is in this crab! He's de-beaked, with no apparent health concerns visible.

“SHOOMI” || SOLD Fawned flaxen pancake Shoomi is easily one of the most well behaved crabs in our care! They’re extremely docile and good with kids as well! They don’t mind being dressed up or having stickers and such, hence the googly eyes. They’re the only one who didn't particularly hate things being stickied to them. Perfect for a home with kids!

“STACY Q” || SOLD False poison Stacy Q is a false poison, who is superbly friendly, albeit... extremely lazy, and more than a little bit hefty. She's perfectly healthy, however! She came from a home that thought they would be 'cool' and 'scary', and was dissapointed when she just sat around all day. She would be a wonderful match for someone who doesn’t mind a somewhat sedentary crab who doesn’t need a lot of attention!

“GUMPY” || SOLD Olive marbled hunchback Gumpy is a hunchback with a bit of an attitude problem. He was part of a nice lineage, but he didn't get along with other headcrabs at all and was given up on. With a little bit of time he might warm up to people, but is probably best left without any other crabs or pets in the house.

“MISS SASHA” || ON HOLD Golden Bata Miss Sasha is a very old Bata, who was a winning showcrab in several runs- but as she got older her beautiful golden color began to fade, and so they took her out of competitions, and want to rehome her. She’s still very playful for her age, and loves to give and receive lots of attention. Good for someone who doesn't mind a sweet old crab who isn't very active anymore, but still has lots of love to give- and preferably can give lots of attention in return, as she gets sad when left alone.

“NGUNI“ || SOLD Fancy Saddlehorn Nguni is a very very unique Saddlehorn with a beautiful, very rare pattern- most likely a showbreed of some sort. However, she was found hit by a car, which mangled her right claw and left her with some scarring. Even more interestingly, despite her unique coloration, her previous owner can't be found, and isn't coming forward to any messaging. Enough time has passed that she's looking to be rehomed to someone who doesn't mind giving her her daily meds and making sure she doesn’t overexert her injured side!

“MAPLE” || SOLD Sorrel smoke pancake Maple is a feisty young crab, who was bought as a present for someone's child, since pancakes are known for their docility- only to find out that Maple was surprisingly aggressive for a pancake. They ended up having to rehome him, out of their children's newfound fear for headcrabs. Looking for someone who doesn't mind a bit of a feistyness in their crab and is willing to work with it to help curb their temper!

If you’re interested, DM me here on tumblr! If you’d like, you can ask for my discord and we can discuss details there as well.

#half life #headcrab #headcrabs #adopts #adopatables #headcrabguide #my art #feel free to rb! it would actually help a lot :'''#i was worried this would be weird since valve like. owns them but #i just like drawing crabs and my friends said i should sell em for like 15 bucks each and so. here i am!#i love them so much im kinda excited for this lol #headcrab adopts

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sovamurka · 3 years

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Okay, if no one will make the content for JynBine, I am going to do it myself. But this time I am going to add the Blueberry Boi™ because I want to.

Anyway, friendship headcanons for some kind of canon-divergent AU, here we go:

• If girls spent time with each other in their teenage years then it would be hilarious to watch how they blow stuff up and bring Ezra along. Like, they would make a ridiculous "prepare to get wrecked" trio that gets in trouble all the time. All of them would probably bond over living on the streets, committing crimes and in Ezra and Jyn's case, being an orphan.

• Ezra would teach Jyn how to meditate as soon as he sees her cyber crystal. Just to, y'know, help her feel closer to the Force, to her mom. At first, Jyn acts indifferent but then, with time, she actually starts to enjoy it and meditates at an opportunity, feeling grateful. This habit annoys Sabine at first but she accepts it with time and even participates in that activity... Too bad her temper is limited but she tries, she truly does.

• Jyn enjoys watching Sabine paint anything... Unless it depicts her. In that case, you can hear sounds of hysterical laughter (brought by tickling from Jyn as a revenge), art supplies falling from a shelf and Jyn saying "You painted ME? I WILL PAINT YOU!" That's when Jyn realizes that she has more in common with Ezra Bridger than she initially thought.

• Unfortunately for Ezra, Jyn also shares a sense of humor with Zeb and Chopper so for him it's hell multiplied by 3. Sabine finds it hilarious and amusing, especially in their younger years.

• Hera basically gains yet ANOTHER child (friendly reminder: both Sabine and Jyn were born in 21 BBY). She understands Jyn's pain about the loss of her mother (AND her father), they have a good talk about it and our Space Mom is caring, like always. At first, she wonders where Jyn got her quirks from until she learns that Saw raised her. And then Hera is like "Yup, makes sense now".

• Girls often fall asleep together on the same bunk bed. They can't help but carefully embrace each other. Sabine notices that Jyn sleeps with an angry face and lovingly makes fun of it, she likes to poke the spot between her eyebrows because it looks so scrunchy. Jyn envies Sabine sometimes because unlike her she has a peaceful smiley face most of the time. Which is the reason why she loves either poking or caressing her cheeks to see if she'll stop smiling.

• Jyn loves helping Sabine in her artistic expression and sometimes brings her stolen art supplies just because. Once she came back with her face covered in ash, hair clearly burned at the edges and boots submerged in motor oil. Turns out she somehow brought a huge package of glitter. When Sabine prepares to ask Jyn about her appearance, Jyn nonchalantly says "Nah, please don't ask". Then Sabine asks "Wait, why would I need a package of glitter?" To which Jyn replies "I'm sure you'll find a way to use it :D". Two or three days later an imperial base is covered by sparkly rebel signs and some stormtroopers are left confused (and terrified because somebody actually threw f-ing glitter bombs at them).

• In their younger years, Sabine often jokes about drawing on Jyn's face when she takes a nap. That's why Jyn doesn't take naps most of the time. However, Ezra still manages to find Jyn dozing somewhere on the Ghost and quickly tells Sabine where exactly she is. It's childish but hey, they are children.

• Jyn actually has a surprisingly good relationship with Ketsu. Which prompted the latter to say 'Oh, so now I have TWO little sisters'. The former was both embarrassed and relieved when she heard that.

• Of course, in this AU, Jyn basically joins the Rebellion way too soon but not without a doubt. She meets Cassian under other circumstances but it's still full of tension. Blueberry and Bean often tease Jyn about him. When they get older Jyn gets revenge on both by teasing THEM about their relationship instead. Sabine and Ezra immediately regret all the years of 'let's make Jyn's love life a living hell'.

#sabine wren #jyn erso #ezra bridger #jynbine #because I said so #star wars rebels #rogue one #hints of:#sabezra #rebelcaptain #sw headcanons

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