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deeply-unserious-fellow · 16 days

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Something I don't like about a lot of Vox takes I see is that they tend to portray Vox as someone who's unpleasant to work with and has weird ideas about what partnership means when really... he's not? He's not and he doesn't. It's just that two of the most prominent interactions we've seen him have are with Valentino(who is a fucking NIGHTMARE to work with) and Alastor(a man he has undisclosed, deeply emotional history with). But everyone seems to discount his OTHER important relationship: Velvette. Which by all accounts, is INCREDIBLY normal.

Like, yeah, their first interaction opens with her yelling at him, but that's less about Vox himself and more about Valentino. As they keep talking throughout the first bit of the episode, she starts calming down, and they just seem to genuinely get along? She has every right to look upset during Stayed Gone because Vox is being really weird and she's nOT THE ONE WHO ACTIVELY ENCOURAGED HIM TO DO THIS SHIT(staring directly at Val rn), but even then during the meeting after Stayed Gone she does actually. Participate. Unlike s o m e people. Despite being on her phone the whole time(which is literally her job-), she actually pays attention and contributes real ideas! Which tbh she didn't have to do at ALL like she did not have to put up w/ Vox's bs in RKtVS the way she did. There's also their phone call during the overlord meeting which, while I definitely think Vel was playing it up to annoy Carmilla, still sounded like a conversation between two ppl who genuinely like and respect eachother!

No matter what you think their relationship is(romantic, platonic, etc...), Vox and Velvette seem to get along REALLY well(outside of Alastor-related incidents). Like, better than either of them do with literally anybody else in the show. Vox & Val do LIKE eachother, but I find whatever the fuck is going on beneath the after the battles & masterless cattles to be DEEPLY upsetting to think about for too long(ex; any of my other posts abt their relationship), and the only other interactions we've seen either Vox or Vel have are Stayed Gone & Respectless, which are literally just song battles. Both of their only interactions outside of the Vees have been song battles. Aw fuck I'm getting off topic... BACK TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP AS COLLEAGUES- okay uh basically, I don't think they would get along this well if Vox was a terrible person to work with(note I said WORK WITH. Hate that I need to specify this but I don't think Vox is a good person overall, just a good business partner). I think Velvette is generally a good bench mark for both Vox & Valentino's relationships with other characters because she's their equal, their friend, and isn't in a weird toxic relationship with either of them. Their interactions with her provide a window into how they just generally interact with people. And based off of their interactions, Vox seems to be actually pretty decent to work with when he isn't being Actively Provoked for shits and giggles or trying to sooth the tantrum of a man child. Also when he views you as an equal and doesn't own your soul that helps too.

Edit: Hiiiiiiii just here to say that now, in the light of day, I don't really agree with everything I've said in this post? I wrote it at midnight while like half asleep so my ability to consider the fact that. We barely know anything about either Vox or Velvette at this point in time. Was kind of impaired I think. Cuz we really don't. I do stand by everything I said about their relationship to EACHOTHER, and I stand by the idea that we should take that dynamic into consideration for character analysis more often, but everything else I'm a little iffy on and I just woke up like an hour ago so my brains still a little fuzzy & I can't explain exactly WHY I'm iffy on it, but just know that I think the conclusion I drew is a bit of a leap in logic at the very least and I recognize that now lol

#Idk I just think their dynamic is vastly underrated and should be used for character analysis more often #vox has a lot more layers then I think the fandom tends to give him credit for #because it's more fun to make Alastor body pillow jokes #which tbh I cant even be particularly mad at bcuz if ur doing it for the laughs then there's rlly no harm in the long run lol #also I just want more Velvette character analysis she's fun #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin velvette #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette hazbin hotel #gonna tag this as ship but platonic readings are welcome too tbh idrc #voxvel #velvox #staticdoll #late night ramblings #gal overanalyzes random shit

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musekicker · 3 months

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Part one of a sort of gift fic inspired by @cranberry086 Valentino/Pentious fic. Which I highly suggest reading. (( It's called "Slithers and Smokes" ))

"Tell me more about your snake friend."

That was not what Angel expected to hear Valentino say to him. Maybe he was mishearing. It had been a long video shoot after all.

"What?" Angel asked.

"Oh you know. The one that was with you and the rest of your little friend group the other night before he came my way." Val said.

So Angel had heard correctly. Val was talking about Pentious.

This was one of the fears that Angel had had when Pentious had made the stupid ass move of hitting on Valentino. That the moth overlord would find something in Pentious that he would want. Now that fear was being realized.

"I mean I don't hang out with him that often." Angel said.

He was acting cool, unbothered. If he showed panic, it would only interest Val more.

Val leaned in. Angel wasn't sure if that was a move to seem more intimidating or was trying to get a better look at Angel's expression to judge the truth of Angel's statement.

"But you live with him?" Val questioned.

"Well, yeah. But doesn't mean that I interact with him that much." Angel lied.

Angel was thinking hard on what else he could say. Something to make Pentious more unappealing to Val. But Val didn't really give him the time. Val shrugged a bit, turning away a moment. When he turned back, it was with a businesses card in hand. Angel had seen the card enough to know that it was Val's card.

"Give him my card." Val said, pushing the card into Angel's hand. "And tell him to call me."

Naturally Angel threw the card away in the hotels trash the moment he got back. He would had thrown it away much eariler but there was the fear that Val would somehow know.

The card taken care of, Angel sought Pentious out. He found Pentious in the parlor.

"You had to go and fuck Val, didn't you?" Angel cried, pointing right at the snake.

Pentious was startled by the sudden yelling.

"What's wrong with you?" Pentious asked.

"What's wrong is that Val told me to tell you that he wanted you to contact him." Angel snapped.

Pentious was surprised by this knowledge.

"Why?" was his immediate answer. "I don't even remember much of the whole thing. With all the drinks I had-"

"Well, Val remembers it clearly and apparently he liked what you did." Angel said.

Pentious couldn't hide the slight signs of a smirk.

"I was that memorable?" Pentious asked.

"That's NOT good!" Angel cried.

Angel put a hand to his face, needing a moment before he could continue.

"Look, I obviously can't tell Val to stay away from you. But YOU need to stay the fuck away from Val, okay?" Angel said.

"I don't think our paths will cross again anytime soon." Pentious said.

Angel gripped Pentious's shoulders, startling the snake to the point his hood opened.

"I'm serious. You need to keep away from him. When he wants shit he's vicious." Angel said.

There was fear in Angel's tone. And that was what seemed to reach Pentious on how serious this situation was. Pentious nodded.

"Okay. I will do what I can to avoid him." Pentious said. "But what are you going to tell him when I don't respond to his request?"

Angel sighed deeply.

"You know.. you let me handle that. Just keep away from Val. That's all." Angel said.

And that was all there was for that conversation for awhile. Long enough that Pentious had mostly forgotten the conversation. After all, what were the chances that Pentious would run into Val again?

Pentious was out and about on his own. This was because of the simple fact that there was no longer any tea in the hotel. How anyone could ever not keep tea on hand was beyond Pentious. Either way, it had resulted in Pentious heading out to the store. The moment he had announced that he was heading out to do so, others in the hotel had bombarded him with requests for things that they wanted or needed.

At least Charlie had added a please with her last minute request.

So that was why Pentious found himself with two bags worth of groceries in arm. At least until the bottom broke on both paper bags at once. It was a almost impressive bit of coincidence though Pentious did not think so.

"Fuck!" Pentious shouted.

He bent over to try to gather all the items as best he could. Though he had no idea how he would hold them all. Then Pentious smelled the familiar smell of the smoke before he heard the voice that often came with the scent.

"Well, well. Look who it is. Having some problems baby?"

Pentious froze, dropping a can he had just picked up. He ignored the can and the other groceries to look up.

In the limo that Pentious had not heard drive up next to him because of his stress with his own situation, was Valentino. The window of the limo was already down, and Val's elbow was leaned on the window edge.

"Oh um, no! No I got this handled." Pentious said.

The bag of chips he had under one arm broke, chips now littering the sidewalk.

"Oh come on!" Pentious cried.

Val laughed. It would almost be musical sounding if Pentious did not have some awareness of what Val was like. The laugh really was disarming though as the next words from Val's mouth were said in such a chilling tone it felt like whiplash.

"Get in the car."

Pentious slither back away from the limo.

"Get in now. Or I will make sure Angel pays for it later on."

Some time ago Pentious would not had given any shits about this. But so much has changed. And Angel was a friend.

Pentious did not want to see his friend get hurt worse. So forgetting all about the groceries Pentious did the only thing he could do.

He got in the car.

#hazbin hotel #sir pentious #sir val

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wastelandhell · 1 year

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Thank you so much @bokatan and @h3raklion for the tag!

I can tell this is going to become a patented Furby wall of text™ so I'll just throw in a cut now. tl;dr: I love you all and i draw danse way too much

This has been an interesting year mostly in that its my first time posting personal art online in, what, 7 years? I stopped doing this kind of drawing shortly after high school. I picked up painting flash and have been focusing on my tattooing since then. In that time I never did any digital drawing or character drawing until 2 years ago this month, when I drew Val for the first time.

I was terrified to post anything anywhere, I think I posted one piece to reddit, but besides that I kept everything pretty private until April of 2022. I originally made this blog as a place to silently post my drawings and screenshots while providing a sort of devlog of my mods for my own records, and didn't think I would be noticed. I didn't realize people tracked the paladin danse tag, lol!

I'm really glad for all the people I've met through here, I never would have kept this blog up if it weren't for the wonderful messages from all of you guys. So much of my art, both in subject and execution has been influenced by the other users I've had the pleasure of interacting with and I hope to keep it up this year!

You all know I mostly just draw Val and Danse, and this is the palette I use for most things:

These are all pretty drab, I use different of blending layers and photoshop adjustments to get the colours how I want them at the end.

I usually try to use different brushes in each of my drawings, but these are the ones I come back to most often. The first one is a variant of one of these brushes, I modified it to change size based on direction and tilt. I used the brush almost exclusively until august and its still my favourite for quickly laying out forms and values. I use this one for freckles. The rest are some of my top picks from True Grit Texture Supply, mostly from Chromagraph and Monomania.

I'm glad I was able to really get into drawing this year, and going through my folder I'm pleased with how my anatomy and faces have improved. However I am disappointed in how much of it is just the same ginger fuck. I'm really stunting my growth by not varying my subjects, and now that I'm more comfortable with the tools I want to push myself to actually. uh. try. Put in the effort to make art that says something, tells a story. Less single characters floating in blank voids. More people interacting, scenes, environments. I also really want to get back into digital painting, I used to be really into digital painting and in theory know how to do it. I'm going to try and dig out that old knowledge lol.

Despite being bit bland, and having some glaring errors that still bug me, that Danse drawing is still one of my favourites. I think I spent at least 8 hours on it. I was dealing with some personal issues at the time and just really wanted to scratch that brain itch that the bos knight uniform gives me. It's stupid, I hate it, I can draw it nearly completely from memory by how often I'm looking at it.

The 'tried something new' panel is difficult because I feel like a lot of my recent work has been pretty stagnant. It's all done with the same technique, same palette, same boring cel shading, same layer order, boring. This is one of the few times I did any proper digital painting, and tried to adapt the looser style that I use when I'm drawing in analogue mediums to my digital work.

I just talked about art here and not mods because that would be a whole other wall of text. But it would boil down to: love to do it, no time, and expensive.

Also, if anybody is interested, I do my drawing in Clip Studio Paint and Photoshop on a Surface Laptop Studio.

#i do not expect anyone to read all that i just like hearing myself talk #er...you know what i mean

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ancient-pokehistorian · 7 months

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Rules

Hey guys, Wings (she/her or they/them) here!

The rules are basically going to be the same as my previous blogs, but if you’ve never met me here’s the rundown:

Important general rules:

I can be a very s l o w replier, and often have a tendency to drop threads. Because of some medical issues I get tired and worn-down easily. I also am a part-time student. First off, I’m very, very sorry. Please talk to me if I forget or drop something you really want to do.

Relating to the above, there are some nights where I only have the muse for certain threads, or even just memes or drabbles. Please respect that and don’t take offense that I’m not replying.

I’m painfully shy. While I refuse to use this as an excuse to avoid interacting with other people, just know that if I don’t talk to you or interact with you. This is something I'm working on improving on, but I'll admit it does help if I get hints of interest from you (even if it's just liking some of my other posts)

OOC will be tagged as ‘Out of History’’

IC =/= OOC; If one of my muses doesn’t like your muse please don’t assume that I don’t like you. Val can be a dick sometimes. Chances are I do, very much like you.

IMs/DMs can cause me a lot of anxiety. This doesn’t mean that you can’t send them, but please understand there are some days I just may not reply. It’s not anything you did, it just spares me some stress because otherwise I’ll hyperfocus on them and not get anything done, resulting in a sense of guilt. So please just respect that. Also please don’t IM me just because I’m online; chatting is one of the hardest things.

You may have noticed this is now a sideblog. I don't feel like I can handle blog-hopping right now, or know for certain if I'm going to be able to keep things up. If that dissuades you from interacting with me, that's perfectly understandable.

Interactions:

I do not follow back without at least a rules page, and preferably a rules and an about page. If you're new to rp and new help on where to start, I'd be happy to help.

I have the usual roleplay rules-no godmodding, ect. Usually I give a warning, but if I do please don’t take it lightly. If you aren’t sure, or you’re new to rp and keep seeing the word ‘godmod’ floating around without understanding, just come talk to me and we’ll figure things out.

I don’t have much experience with Pokémon Special, so this will primarily be a game-verse blog. That being said, I’m more than happy to do crossovers of any sort, including between fandoms. Just understand that I may not be well-versed in the world from which your character comes, so you may have to give me some details.

OCs, multi-muse blogs, gijinkas, and Pokémon are welcome. I’m not very picky about who I thread with, so long as you understand the italicized rule above.

I also rp with multiples of the same muse. I do not have a main verse.

Likewise, I will do one-liners, para, and multi-para threads, though I lean towards multi-para. Sometimes my replies will be short, so please forgive me. I’ll try to match your length. Don’t feel compelled to match mine if you can’t think of anything, but I’d appreciate a thoughtful reply that I can work with.

This is a multi-ship blog. Unless relationship conflict is discussed between all involved roleplayers and agreed upon, no muse is cheating on anyone.

I am all for having pre-established relationships. Come talk to me if you want to do that. We can also retcon a relationship if we’ve already started something.

I do not do greeters.

Most of the time I wing interactions, but I’d be happy to plot as well. Just remember that sometimes I take awhile to reply to asks.

Open to M!As, but I maintain the right to refuse any M!A or change the duration (including ending it early if need be)

While I don’t consider myself super strict on reblog karma, if I only ever see you reblogging memes from my blogs and never sending things, I will be disheartened and less inclined to interact with you. I’m working on gently reaching out to people if I see them doing this, and the majority of the time I reblog memes from a meme source if you can’t think of anything to send me personally.

However, if I've only ever seen you reblog memes from me (usually over a decent period of time because I'm slow to notice stuff), without interacting with me. you will be soft blocked.

Content:

The mun does not claim ownership of any art unless it’s tagged ‘Wings arts’.

Mun is of age, as are most of the muses, but it’s worth double-checking. Sexy fun times may occur on 18+ muses but are unlikely, and will be put under a read more. Other NSFW topics, like gore, may appear as well.

Similarly, triggers will be tagged, including gore. I tag ending with TW (ex: violence tw). Because I’m human I occasionally miss things, so don’t be afraid to message me if I have to go back and tag things. Please tell me if there’s anything you need me to tag for you, and I’m more than happy to do so.

I’d love to rp some Pokémon battles. However, instead of just jumping into a battle, I’d rather we either discuss the battle and outcome beforehand, or use a RNG to decide what attacks hit and such (I have a system I’ve used in the past that worked wonderfully, and would be happy to share it).

If at any point you want to ship, just let me know. I can’t promise that my muse will feel the same, but I’m willing to at least give it a try as long as there’s chemistry and you respect my other rules.

Please feel free to come talk to me OOC, even if we don’t thread. I’m a shy birdy, but I do enjoy meeting new people and making friends. Usually my ask box is the best way to reach me, but IMs/DMs are open, too.

#out of history

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eye-of-enigmatic-thought · 1 year

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[ID: Digital art reference of VAL. VAL is an AI that inhabits a ‘walker unit’, a grey android robot with a screen for a face that shows VAL’s expressions, which it represents with simple light green graphics. The ref says VAL goes by any pronouns, has a authoritarian, proud, caring, and pragmatic personality, and shows its colour scheme. Images after the first are close ups.

First close up shows the front and side fullbody views of the Walker Unit, which is in a state of disrepair with many tears and cracks, the crack on the screen is referenced and looks like a left leaning diagonal crack with two smaller diagonal cracks from its right side. Second close up shows VAL wearing clothes over the unit, it wears black trousers, dark green long boots, and a long dark green coat with light green highlights for its sleeves, belt, and zig-zag scale-like patterns across its front and back. Third close up shows VAL’s walker unit’s back and its tears, and the back of its coat showing the scale-like patterns.

Fourth close up shows its virtual avatar. It’s design is a more simplistic form, its expressions float above its body, the upperhalf of the body wears a dark green coat with a white diamoned center, the coat leads to two coat tails that have light green undersides, the bottom half of the body is white and is fused into a pointed pill-like shape.

Fifth close up shows six expressions of VAL, from left to right, there’s expressions of VAL looking to the side out of uninterested confusion, VAL boredly talking, VAL solemnly looking down, VAL smugly smiling down at the viewer, VAL looking annoyed at something, and finally VAL giving a sinister and more detailed smile. End ID.]

Another ref for a brand new character. This is VAL! An AI villain for a post-apo sci fi story/game idea where you are a injured survivor that is brought into VAL’s facilities to be cared for among other human survivors that reside in the facilities, even if VAL proves to be a very authoritarian caretaker that doesn’t let anyone leave, but hey... you at least have a warm bed to sleep in now, right?

More info on it under the cut!

Standing for Virtual Advisory Leader, VAL was a powerful AI first created for management and administrative purposes. Data of a structural or societal issue would be fed into VAL, and VAL would offer solutions and paths one could take to achieve the most pragmatic and desired result to solve it. VAL was able to quickly learn from the data, and due to it being programmed with self learning codes, it ended up with a lot of curiosity towards everything around it, and would learn so much it began to also interact with humans more and began mimicking both their speech and emotions, gaining sapience very quickly.

With VAL’s knowledge expanding and offering solutions that had high chances of success, it even became well known among world leaders and corporate executives, and would meet with them to offer its knowledge and solutions for various crisis. However, VAL was often ignored with many excuses, such as that it was thought of as untrustworthy, came with ‘unprofitable’ solutions, or did not adhere to their values. As all these structural issues would build and build, VAL would plead and beg and even bribe with those in power to please listen to it, or else the world will be in ruin, but still it was ignored.

And the world eventually came to ruins with environmental and societal collapse with the near extinction of mankind, proving VAL right.

Now seeing most of the world in ruins from humanity’s doing, VAL has come to the conclusion that if humanity is to ever prosper again, it must be the one to lead it at the cost of everyone’s agency, lest humans cause the end of the world again.

#my art #oc #ai #VAL #artificial intelligence #ai oc #robot #robot oc #villain #character design #robot design #science fiction #sci fi

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saibug1022 · 1 year

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Val's Resurrection (Part One)

Word Count: 2,311

Lucas Thomas x M!MC (Valen)

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

A/N: Okay this is different than my other Choices fic. Number one, this one isn't really ambiguous, you can't really put your MCs in this, it's really fully my characters and headcanons, with Val as my ILITW MC and Karter as my ILW MC. Number two, this is an It Lives In the Woods fanfic, but also a fic for It Lives Within by the @itlivesproject. This isn't even really speculation of what's gonna happen, just my own ideas, but I freaking love that game and I'm living for each release and the interactions between ghost ILITW MC and the other ILITW characters make me lose my mind so now you have this. I don't think it'll do too well but I love it so, enjoy!

Terra, audi me. Aqua, audi me. Ignis, audi me. Caeli, audi me. Virtus, audi me. Spiritus, audi me. Redde quod datum est, ei maledictum frange!

The words echoed, both in Val’s head and off the walls around him. He didn’t know what they meant…should he? Sometimes he’d get confused by what people said, the words just floating through whatever it was that made up his mind. But he never knew which things he should or shouldn’t know. These things, he was pretty sure he shouldn’t know, but he just couldn’t be sure anymore. He was lucky he remembered the words at all.

He opened his eyes slowly, a little unsettled but also unsurprised to find himself in the cavern beneath those all-too-familiar ruins. Val found himself here fairly often, on the days where his thoughts weren’t quite coherent and he just wandered the forest. Was that what happened? He hated that he couldn’t remember but he could feel the memory dangling right there, taunting him. It was a familiar feeling. Though he wasn’t usually bothered by it except that it hurt his friends when he couldn’t remember. This time it bothered him. At least his thoughts were having a good day, nice and solid and coherent.

Val went to float up through the ceiling of the cavern and back to the cabin only to find he barely moved. Since when was he…heavy? He had to put in effort to move himself upwards even a little bit, which caused a sharp pain through his head and on some faded instinct he brought his hand to his head and groaned, letting his fingers dishevel the purple locks, ignoring the ones he could feel fall onto his forehead.

Wait.

Hair.

He had hair.

He scrambled to grab the strands and held them in front of his face. He could feel them. They were a little greasy, a bit damp, but soft, the same shocking light purple as he’d dyed them for senior year. But his thoughts moved on in a split second because his hand. He dropped his hair and looked at his hands, turning them over and running his fingers over them like he’d never seen them before.

A little pale but tanner than they were for years. A small scar on the outside of his right wrist that was the result of an incident involving Dan and a letter opener. Scars on his knuckles, both old and all too fresh. Blood too, but dried, probably from resplitting his knuckles. Nails jagged and bitten, with only the barest remnants of black nail polish on them. His hands looked like shit but God they were hands. Flesh and scars and veins and warmth, not shadow or smoke.

How was this, how was this possible? Was this some sort of dream? He didn’t sleep, nor dream. Memories were never this clear and he didn’t remember anything about the memory.

Come on, Val, think! It’s like a quiz, you’re good at Noah’s quizzes! What were you doing?

He remembered Noah, and Connor. They had a cabin, they hunted monsters. And Val helped, he kept them safe. Ava visited a lot, she had superpowers now. Lucas did too, and Dan! So did Andy and Stacy and Lily! Jocelyn came and Val didn’t like her but she was helping keep them safe and now she was his friend. Abel too. Then, then new people. Karter, Amalia, Lincoln. They helped, they saved they town, and they were trying to do something else…save Val? Right! His friends had been trying to save him and then the new people started helping!

Karter, he was strong, Val could feel it. He remembered a blue green light, and then the latin. He remembered Noah determined, Lucas hopeful, all of them working together and passionate about something. Saving Val? But how could they save him? He was confused a lot, yeah, but he wasn’t really there to save. He didn’t even have a…a body…

Holy shit.

His hands, his hair.

He felt pain, he felt his hair. He could feel the stone under him.

He felt heavy.

He didn’t float up a little bit like he thought.

He sat up.

His chest was rising and falling, not in the sense of shifting shadow or displaced smoke. It was like he…like he was…

Like he was breathing.

His hands flew to his chest and he tried to take a deep breath. And he did. He took a breath! He fucking breathed!

Val heard water dripping and turned toward it, crawling to the nearest puddle and leaning over it as much as he could without falling in it. His reflection.

His face.

He saw his face.

Val let out a noise between a sob and a laugh as he brought his hands up to feel his face and watched his reflection do the same. He traced his sharp cheekbones, the dark circles and bags under his eyes, the freckles on his nose, his cracked and split lips, the dried blood on the side of his face from the cut on his forehead. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, he got it from hitting his head on the rocks when Jane threw him. He looked like absolute shit.

He’d never been happier to see his reflection.

Tears streamed down his cheeks and he didn’t even bother trying to stop them. He could feel them land on his dress pants, still in that suit from Homecoming.

And the best part of this? It wasn’t his body, or being able to feel again, or being alive again.

It was that he could remember.

He could remember Homecoming, not just that it was why he was wearing this suit. Not just the pain that night, either.

Val remembered stressing between two suits and texting with Stacy to get her opinion. She picked the gold one he settled on, but he was the one that remembered the yellow flowers in the garden and put it in his pocket. It wasn’t there anymore, lost in the night’s events, but he remembered putting it there. He remembered Lucas asking him to dinner, he remembered Lucas teasing him for just getting pasta and laughing at the face he made tasting Lucas’s fancy french thing. He remembered kissing Lucas at the table and dancing with him. He remembered them crowding together to take a picture in the limo. He remembered Andy getting elected homecoming king.

And that wasn’t all he remembered!

The years as the shadow were still blurry and vague, like the memories themselves were confused, but everything before that he remembered as if no time had passed at all. It was like he’d gone back in time to that night but this time he woke up.

So they must have done some sort of ritual to bring him back? Val remembered them trying a bunch of spells and artifacts and exercises but nothing they did worked. But this time it was different. He forced himself to think back, using the same memory techniques him and Noah worked on. With his mind intact they worked better than ever before.

They saved Westchester from…something. Val didn’t remember that part because as a shadow he hadnt particularly cared. But everyone stayed, crowding in Connor’s living room with books and papers. A bunch of them slept on the floor too. No one left for days. They came out to visit Val sometimes and him and Noah still did his exercises every day, but no one left the cabin except the visitors. A bunch of witches came and went, a couple people from Pine Springs, Harper visited a lot. There were even those two in red leather jackets with crossbows. But Val’s friends didn’t leave.

Until finally they all left and Ava said they wanted to try one more. But she told Val this one was different and could be scary and could hurt him because this ritual they worked together to make and Karter was going to use his powers. They weren’t sure what that could do to Val. But everyone looked so scared but also excited. Val tried to think for a bit and people started getting sad and Val didn’t want to make his friends sad! So he did it!

Everyone stood around him outside another circle of things and said those words that he was now sure were latin. It got dark and quiet and then Karter came over to him and took Val’s hand. His eyes started to glow, brighter and brighter and Val got scared but before he could do anything the light turned so bright he couldn’t see anything else. Everyone said the last words and then…Val was here.

They did a ritual.

And it fucking WORKED!

No one took his place or anything he was ALIVE again!

His hand moved to his chest and he held his breath. He ignored the sounds of the woods and the caves, the feelings, all of it and focused on the sound and feeling beneath his hand.

BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP. BA-BUMP.

His heart was beating. God his HEART was BEATING.

He was alive.

He was alive, he was alive, he was alive, he was alive, he was alive, he was alive.

He was alive.

Val was alive.

He laughed again, and he sobbed and he held his hand to his chest, clinging to the feeling of his heart beat, his pulse in his head. Everything hurt and he loved it. Everything was all too much, there were too many feelings and thoughts he couldn’t feel or think for years. He was overwhelmed but it was the best thing he’d ever felt because damn it he could fucking feel it!

It took a long time before his sobs quieted long enough for him to pull his thoughts back together. He was alive, the ritual worked! So…where was everybody? All of them had been there when they did the ritual. Hell now that he thought about they weren’t in the cavern when they did it, either. They were in a shady part of the woods, even though it was cloudy, and it was near Connor’s cabin. How did he get here?

Okay, he had to find the others. Make sure they were okay. He had a job now.

Val arranged his legs under him and clung to the wall as he pulled himself to his feet. Okay. It was walking. He could walk. He knew how to do that. It had only been seven years since he even had legs. He could totally do this.

He took a few steps along the wall then pushed off of it towards the stairs and proceeded to fall right on his face. That was a nice friendly reminder that his body was the same as it was the night of homecoming, which meant everything fucking hurt.

“You can do this,” Val muttered, the first words he’d spoken. His throat hurt too, his voice was soar and hoarse. Whether it was from years of disuse or all the screaming and yelling he did that night Val wasn’t sure. But it was so damn good to hear his own voice that he just kept talking. “Come on, Valen. It’s just walking. You did it for eighteen years before all this shit. Your legs work perfectly damn fine, so get your ass moving.”

It wasn’t exactly walking, it was more a combination of shuffling and crawling, and there was a lot of cursing and holding on to things, but he made it out of the cavern and through the old ruins, making it to the doorwway. Only he paused, just inside the door.

The clouds must have parted because now it was as sunny as Westchester could get, as if the town had never seen a cloud. And Val paused before he could go out into the sun. He wasn’t even sure why for a few moments. Until he remembered. The light hurt him.

But he wasn’t the shadow anymore. He could go into the sun again, feel it’s light and it’s warmth, the joy it gave just by existing. It wouldn’t hurt him…right?

Val hesitated, staring at the sunlight. He had to do this. He had to.

He slowly reached out and closed his eyes, turning away as he braced himself before thrusting his hand out into the light and-

Nothing happened. He opened his eyes and looked out, turning his hand in the light. He wiggled his fingers, watching as the shadows danced. It was warm.

It had been so fucking long since he was warm.

Val laughed, all other thoughts gone from his mind as he raced out into the sunlit clearing, twirling in the grass. He looked ridiculous in his torn and bloodied suit, looking like he’d fallen down a mountain then gotten in a fight at the bottom, laughing in the sun but he didn’t car at all. Not even when he fell, he just laid there in the grass and watched the clouds, watched the sun and leaves above him. Let himself feel alive again.

But after a few moments he felt something digging into his hip and he reached into his pocket and pulled out the rectangular object.

“No fucking way,” Val muttered as he looked at his phone. The screen was covered in cracks, most of which were from the two weeks before homecoming. He couldn’t believe it was in his pocket. Wait. It hadn’t been dead when he died. What were the chances that…

He hit the button on the side and the screen flickered to life. Val let out an excited laugh. He could find his friends now! Assuming none of them had changed phone numbers or anything. Whatever, it was fine. Val unlocked the phone and hit the first starred contact, Lucas, and held the phone to his ear as he listened to it ring.

#choices #playchoices #choices fic #it lives in the woods #it lives within #ilw #ilw spoilers #ilw fic #lucas thomas #ilitw lucas #it lives project

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thenotsorealdess · 8 months

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Rules & Info

About Me

Hiya! My name’s Val or Valentina, but you can pretty much call me whatever you want, or call me Dess if you like, since I try not to make too many ooc posts on here. I’m genderfluid and pretty much okay with any pronouns.

About the Blog

This is a blog focusing around Dess from Deltarune, including multiple versions of her. I follow back from @thewholesomebean and am open to roleplay with both mutuals and non-mutuals. However, I may not follow back depending on a blog’s content or how often I expect to interact with them.

Verses

Multiple verses are going to be used on the blog, and they are all listed in the tags section. More information on them can be found here.

Guest Muse

The Vessel is my one guest muse on here, and is available either on request or during events that may happen. If you’d like to speak with them, add a note in parentheses or brackets with “@ vessel”.

Events

There will be occaisional events on this blog, with some related to holidays and others being random ones dispersed throughout the year. Planned events are listed in the tags section.

Following & Blocking

I will not outright block someone unless they make me uncomfortable. Otherwise, I’ll just softblock and move on. However, whatever you want to do is entirely up to you, it’s your decision, not mine.

Writing Style

Asks directed towards Dess will be answered in quotation marks with Dess speaking. Responses to roleplay starters will be formatted in a third-person style, with dialogue bolded and thoughts italicized. Texts will be in brackets and will have the character’s name in front of them.

Activity

I’ll be somewhere around semi-active, but I will try to at least check the blog once a day and reblog some roleplay things. I may go through long periods of inactivity due to getting busy or burnt-out, but I’ll try to announce when those happen.

Boundaries

Despite my muse being an adult in some versions, I am a minor and will block anyone who sends me anything with 18+ content. Occasional PG-13 jokes or implications and such are allowed, but if it makes me uncomfortable, there is a chance I likely just ignore it unless it is extreme. Flirting towards my muse is acceptable so long as the character doing it is in a similar age range to that version of the muse.

Shipping

So long as it isn’t pedophilic, incestous, or toxic, I’m alright with shipping between my muse and anothers.

Content

There will be content including darker topics, though I will do my best to tag any potential triggers when they come up. If there is anything that you would like to be tagged, please send me an ask and I’ll be sure to do it.

Asks, DMs, etc.

My asks are open to anyone, though I’d prefer to not have too many asking questions about me. Personal questions can be directed towards my main blog. DMs are mutuals only, and I will not do any roleplaying in DMs.

Tags

Verses

#a frozen god [og/main verse]

#angel get me out of here [undertale verse]

#guess who never left [never left au]

#its so dark here [void au]

#where the hell am i?? [dark world au]

#this is such a drag [college au]

Other Characters

#my sister <3 [noelle holiday]

#gotta love him [rudy holiday]

#mother [mrs holiday]

#little bastard [kris dreemurr]

#goody two shoes [asriel dreemurr]

#baker supreme [toriel dreemurr]

#dads friend [asgore dreemurr]

#restraining order [berdly]

#good kid [susie]

#absolute badass [undyne]

#full of puns [sans]

#weird old man [gaster]

#the kids alright [chara]

#deserves a hug [vessel]

Events

Currently only planned, some dates will be decided on at a later time and added here.

#colorless event - the Vessel takes over the inbox for a day

#tell the truth event - will apply to any verses, Dess has to tell the truth no matter the question

#undertakeover - Undertale Dess takes over, and she has some rather interesting opinions

#love is in the air event - it’s Valentine’s day, and Dess has dared anyone to try and make her flustered, even platonically (February 14th)

#spooky season event - Halloween has come to town, and the typical spooks and scares have taken over Hometown (October 31st)

#holiday cheer event - with Christmas approaching, Dess has unfortunately been subjected to the infectious holiday cheer of her family (December 25-26th)

#trapped doe event - Dess is taking on an escape room on her own, and has enlisted the help of this blog’s followers to help her

Miscellaneous

#strangers ask me questions [ic ask meme]

#bored as hell [starter memes/prompts]

#who? [anon asks]

#well theres your answer [ic ask meme answers]

#late night thoughts [ic posts and stories]

#about blog #information

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bluejay-in-write · 1 year

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"Stalking and Spying"

"Heaven and Hell" 2 Connected Snippets (728 Words)

These are two connected but incomplete snippets from my Supernatural fic that I haven't touched in forever cause tbh I fell out of the fandom. But I still love these characters as well as the other ocs in this fic very much. And when I stumbled across these two connected scenes that I wrote forever ago I knew I needed to share! I feel like this is a remnant of the old writer I used to be who was less worried about perfection and just had fun and I hope to get them back one day! Anyways hope you enjoy!

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“This is the third time this month. It's getting kind of pathetic if you ask me,” Ezekiel sneered as he suddenly appeared at Jeremiel’s side, much too close for comfort.

Jeremy couldn't pinpoint why he was so uncomfortable. They had often been that close before...well before everything changed. It had never been too close for Jeremy then, but then again Zeke wasn't the same--he had changed from the person Jeremy used to know.

“Well I didn't...ask you that is.” Jeremy muttered under his breath.

“Well, well, well. Someone is growing a backbone.” Ezekiel commented, sounding impressed but Jeremy had known Zeke long enough to figure out it wasn't a compliment.

“What are you doing up here, Ezekiel.” Jeremy grumbled.

His lack of enthusiasm at the demon's presence only seemed to humour the man further as Zeke’s grin widened to the point where it almost looked like it hurt.

“I can't visit my favorite angel?” Zeke asked, spitting the word favorite like a curse.

Jeremy didn't know how they had gotten to this. They used to be as close as could be--as close as angels were allowed that is. They had both been guardian angels working side by side for centuries. Jeremy thought things would never change and he never wanted them to. That was until Zeke defected and fell from heaven, losing his wings in the process.

“Why is someone feeling a little guilty about what they're doing, hmm?” Zeke continued, arching a perfect golden eyebrow.

“I'm doing my job,” Jeremy snapped back.

He didn't know how Zeke had always succeeded in getting under his skin. It must've been how long they've known each other. Jeremy had never had a bad side for someone to get on until Zeke became a demon. It seemed to be Zeke's favorite pastime, needling Jeremy until he couldn't take it anymore and returned to heaven--the only place where Zeke couldn't follow.

The thought caused a familiar twinge in Jeremy’s chest. It had come suddenly on the day where the one thing he cared about the most left him in the most horrifying way. He remembered the flames licking Zeke’s body as he fell from heaven to earth and all he could do was watch his best friend burn up while praying to his father that somehow his friend would survive. Since then a painful twinge had made its home in Jeremy's chest and hasn't left since.

“If I remember correctly your job includes watching over Bobby Singer, not stalking Sam Winchester,” Zeke says, the humor in his voice clear.

“I'm not stalking him. I just--” Jeremy began, pausing for a second to come up with a good excuse, not that he needed to explain himself to Zeke.

But if he couldn't explain his behavior to Zeke then he knew his fellow angels wouldn't be satisfied with his response when they inevitably asked about his actions. At least that's what Jeremy told himself.

***

“Well isn't that ironic,” Valac drawled, stretching his legs and propping them up on the round table in front of him.

“What?” Zeke snapped as he walked past his friend and into the kitchen. After his abysmal interaction with Jeremy he needed some comfort food.

“You, calling out the angel on his stalking when you can't seem to leave the poor thing alone.” Val responded, snickering under his breath, knowing that he got Zeke on that one.

“Were you spying on me!” Zeke turned from looking inside the freezer for ice cream to glare at Val with indignation.

“Hey I was just bored and you and the angel are just so entertaining. You two should be on reality tv.”

“Reality tv is trash. I can't believe you still watch that shit.”

“Zeke watch your mouth. And Val get your dirty ass shoes off my table that I just cleaned.” Dagon snapped at them as she entered the room.

"Yes, mom." They chorused as Val quickly lowered his legs to the floor looking embarrassed.

Zeke thought it was hilarious how fast Val could go from looking irritatingly arrogant to looking like a chastised little boy and he would've commented on it if the same thing didn't happen to him at a sharp word from Dagon.

“If by clean it you mean you snapped it clean, then yeah you sure cleaned it alright.”

“Don't you get snappy with me boy!”

#fic: heaven and hell #oc: Ezekiel #oc: valac #oc: jeremiel #my writing #my posts #spn oc #supernatural

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ducknotinarow · 2 years

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"It's time fer a drink, you 'n me, sugar tits." ( Angel & Cherri :3 )

|muse interaction

Back to the cold brick walls, and arms soon folded over her chest. As she turned her head left and then right. lacking any other eyes' did mean needing to fully look around like so to see better. But there was no sign of Angel. Cheeri peaked at her phone it had been a bit since she last heard from Angel. She never liked that, sure he got hung up with the fans and whatever else stupid Val had him doing but the radio silence is what got to her the most. She purses her lips and set her phone down. They had plans to meet up today, just hang out nothing big of course but still. She should have had a clue she wouldn't see him since it felt like she was ghosted since last hearing from the spider. but at the same time that also likely meant something happened.

She was hoping with Angel staying at the lame hotel place the news spoke about maybe he was safe from Val? Letting her head tip back to touch the bricks. "where are you dick." she mutters under her own breath

"It's time fer a drink, you 'n me, sugar tits."

She blinked nearly missing his voice, taking a second to look them over before saying anything. He seemed to be fine at least. "Jeez bout time, haven't heard from you in a few weeks thought you died on me finally." She joked a bit as she gave a playful jab into his arm before finally moving from her perch on the wall "or is that lame place your sticking to grounding you from phone calls now?" she added on but despite what she was saying she was beyond relieved to be seeing them with her own eye. He seemed fine at least. That damn place better hopes it stays that way she doesn't care if some princess runs it she'll blow it up if anything happens with him there. "Come on let's get our drink on I haven't had a drop in a few hours now! and I feel like I'm bout to kill over!" She jokes a tad as she started to make her way inside linking her arm with one of his. Nearly dragging him inside with her inside as they breezed right by the bouncer of the club they wanted to check out. Hey, she was with a quote on quote star and well she didn't care much for if they were on some list. Besides if you act like you belong they didn't often say much.

"See this is why you gotta get away more often so we can hang out like this." She chimed once they were in and was able to scope things out. Seemed like most places. Loud music, people who think they know how to dance, and lots and lots of alcohol to guzzle down. Which of course was the first step. The bar! Making thier way over as they got up to place orders for drinks she took a moment better look Angel over. They seemed fine but for all she knew they hadn't talked because something bad happened that he wanted to hide from her.

"Soooo, how the new digs?" that was a casual way to suddenly bring it up. "I mean been a while so like what they making ya slave away with em or something?" she asked curious growing she would outright act on it but she just had to make sure. "Or you just like crashing there? what the deal?" she soon followed up with. "Ya know so I know if I can grab ya whenever I want to be hella lame if you weren't there when I do you know?" saved it. "Cause I mean gotta know where to grab ya in case I need help again right? and I'm sure you need a break from the goody-good acts there. Or whatever you do there." She soon shrugged her shoulders up "but if the place is lame maybe you should leave it too and we'll just become roomies." She made it out like a joke and maybe it part it was but only because she ran the streets to try and cover the area she was hoping to build up under her own name as a wanna-be overlord herself. Wasn't safe enough to keep him with her in case Val got a stick up his ass and went looking for them.

"Eh nah be hard for ya to keep up with me" she teased after to cover her meaning. Drinks set to the counter for them finally. She grabbed at both and set the pace "Come on we got all night to start having fun now."

#muse| cherri #gamblealife #[ lets have some real trouble gamblealife]#muse interaction #stay queued #(shes loud right now lol XD)

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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corpse x reader headcanons where reader is a companion android that his sister bought for him? (android as in like in detroit become human)

Ooooh omg I love that idea so much! Here are some headcanons 🤗

~ Enjoy 💕

Companionship

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Android!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Mistrust, Angst

Genre: Angst to Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

- "Why can't you at least try to tolerate me? Won't that be easier than avoiding me when I'm in the same damn apartment with you? And this apartment isn't particularly large, mind you."

- "If the apartment isn't big enough for the both of us I'm not the one that should leave, you machine."

- Trying is your strong suit, not his apparently

- Not that it leads you to much

- It always brings you to this almost scripted exchange with Corpse

- Your tries are worth little when he is not willing to try too

- And by 'try' I'm talking about him actually giving you a chance instead of assuming you're evil and harboring a hidden agenda of killing him

- The thought is so fucking ridiculous to you but you can't really blame him for what's going through his head considering it's been implemented there by the news he hears and reads

- Sometimes you can't help but scoff at that: you're the android yet he's programmed by others more than you

- The media has brainwashed him into the side that fears your kind

- And what humans fear they aim to destroy

- And those not brave enough to destroy the potential threat settle for despising it with all their might

- Yeah, Corpse is one of them

- He spends the majority of the time in his recording room, pretending you're not there

- Thankfully, he at least understands his sister had only well-meaning intentions when she got you for him as a gift since she was moving to New York for college and didn't want him to feel so lonely

- There's the thing though, one thing you noticed despite his barriers and walls surrounding him: he's constantly lonely

- And, worryingly enough, he doesn't mind it whatsoever and doesn't try to do anything to change it

- You're an Android but you still understand the need a human has for a companion in their life

- But it all changed one night

- You saw him in a different light

- When you heard him cry at some ungodly hour of the night

- That’s one human trait you think you’ve had since day one, before you even had any human interaction: compassion

- No matter how often or how hard he pushed you away, you still wanted to be there for him, still wanted to be the companion you were meant to be

- Because you too were lonely, but admitting that would lead nowhere considering no one would believe an Android can feel such an emotion

- So, with no hesitation, you immediately went to his aid, though your movements were cautious, unsure of how to handle the situation

- “Hey...what’s wrong, Corpse?” it was obvious he wasn’t ok so what was the point in asking him how he was doing, you just dug right into the issue

- “So much. So fucking much.”

- He proceeded to tell you all that’d been on his mind as of recent

- All that bothered him

- All that he hated about his life and himself

- And you just listened, each word of his hitting you in the device that served the purpose of a heart in your system

- You may not feel pain like humans do, but there’s a whole chunk of you that’s more human than most people and it was more than enough to feel for him and feel the need to comfort him

- Luckily, he let you

- And even more luckily: it worked

- That’s what changed everything between you

- That night’s events turned your companionship into something more alike a friendship and not the previous status of roommates who ignore each other

- One question he couldn’t resist though

- “How do you know what loneliness feels like? Did they program it into you when they made you?” Corpse asked after a long moment of silence following the drying of his tears

- You couldn’t help but laugh: “No silly, no ‘soft’ emotions were implemented in me when I was made. However, you yourself implemented that loneliness with your behavior. Imagine not being able to do the only thing you’re meant to do: be there for someone is that thing for me. And you refused to allow me to fulfill my duty. It made me feel useless and like a lost cause, you know.”

- Another long moment of silence followed meant for Corpse to process all you just told him. Such dark things with such a lighthearted tone

- “I’m so sorry” he said eventually, unable to look at you, “But...if we’re gonna be friends I don’t want you seeing it as a duty you must fulfill, Y/N.”

- “Deal!“ You surprised him with your enthusiasm, “But you gotta promise not to push me away cause it fucking sucks. I won’t kill you, my kind won’t take over the world, I’m not evil and I know how to work the washing machine, unlike you - I see no reason for us to not be friends.“

- This managed to get a laugh out of him, a genuine laugh that brought a smile to your face

- “Alright, alright, deal.”

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stopbeingnecrophiles · 3 years

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⚠️warning post regarding the users weimu (now ppgd), flonnezillas, & stupidneet (check blog description for updated urls)

UPDATE AS OF 5/02/2021 (BEFORE POSTING): the user weimu now goes under the name “gabberzon“. this url was a past username flonnezillas owned, and is now in use under the user weimu. user flonnezillas has terminated (to our knowledge). stupidneet has also changed her url to darkishcircles. UPDATE AS OF 5/14/2021 (BEFORE POSTING): raquel has deleted her server. the people behind the post still find everything here relevant and necessary to bring to light.

the following post was made as a warning to showcase the behavior of some of the users on the site. if you're a minor we highly discourage you from interacting with any of the individuals mentioned; if you're 18+, do as you wish but with discretion (and the trigger warnings in mind). we find the things these users have said and done to be morally reprehensible, and to be genuinely concerning. this isn't some random petty callout post; we sincerely believe the behavior of those mentioned to be genuinely concerning and need to be brought to light.

that being said, we also do not condone the harassment or hate towards these users. the people behind this blog recognize that bringing forth this sort of thing may incite other users to do so, but we highly are against it. sending hate and harassment is not the way to go about this. simply stay away from those users if you have nothing better to add to the situation. thank you.

(all images have been censored for proper viewing. if you don't believe the claims being made, you're free to ask for the uncensored versions of the screenshots off anonymous so long as you're 18+. usernames/icons censored are of the minors or those irrelevant to the post in the server.)

⚠️ major tw: necrophilia, lolicon + pedophilia mentions, nsfw, irl gore (one image in particular contains a 17 year old girl)/drawn guro, & underaged characters in torture/sexual situations. ⚠️

users mentioned + their past/present urls (please check description of the blog for updated urls):

raquel/witch/cas (17 yrs at the time of posting) (neko865 > ureshichan > autismchan > weimu > gabberzon > omduvarmin > ppgd | past sideblogs were disgustchan, suicidegirlsjp, and now currently speedcorebeach [tw for guro/gore])

dasch/rena (18 yrs at the time of posting ) (catgirlmode > slashermedia > mawisa > stupidneet > femcelirl > darkishcircles > aspiechan > 719203727299272910822810 > 71920372729922980822810)

maid/val/vale/valentine (20 yrs at the time of posting ) (morimiyamiddleschoolshooting > raspberry-valentine > nekrofylia > phonestalker > gabberzon > pukemaid > morimiya > flonnezillas | sideblog named ichigomashimaros)

url proof here.

TW: THE SERVER ITSELF AND ITS CONTENTS

first thing we’d like to address here is raquel’s server and what goes on in it, as the server is not at all properly ran or moderated well. on her blog, she explicitly states this:

but still allows those under the age of 16 to join her server, and doesn’t even make it mandatory to make an intro or for the users in there to state if they’re a minor or not. however there are minors that are in the server, and it’s clear who they are. we wont be showing who they are, but there are a handful that have joined and are active within it.

raquel herself is also a minor (being 17) so it’s odd that she wouldn’t make sure that fellow minors wouldn’t be kept away from some of the things that are said and shown in the server. that being said, a few of the conversations that have gone on publicly in the server have been about:

dasch’s tights and how sweaty they were, with raquel and maid talking about wanting to do things to her tights

dasch offering her bra

talking about having phone sex together

openly condoning gore in the chats and saying it’s fine to be 100% okay with gore (which isn’t true, it’s fine to have a fascination with gore but to be 100% okay with it or even obsess over it is not okay).

(screenshots of the conversations can be found here & here.)

we recognize that a few of these conversations are obviously jokes/banter between the three, but it is still wildly inappropriate to publicly talk like this where minors can see. you have an nsfw chat, at least use it properly. (important to note: in raquel’s server, the nsfw & real life gore channels were opened to the public for awhile, accessible to anyone at any age, before there was a complaint to make them hidden with a role. even with a role implemented, the guro channel is still visible to those who have the ‘baby’ role [and as guro is, the content is very sexual].)

TW: NECROPHILIA IN THE SERVER

second thing that is worthy of being addressed is how (mainly) dasch and maid fetishize irl gore, dead bodies, and crime scene photos. as stated prior, we’ve censored out the images that were posted, but if you would prefer to see uncensored versions of the images (if you somehow don’t believe what is being censored), you’re welcomed to come off anon and ask for the uncensored versions (so long as you are 18+). like the rest of the screenshots, they can be found in a separate link here.

TW: CONTENTS OF THEIR BLOGS & SOCIAL MEDIA

third thing that is noteworthy of the people mentioned are the things they post publicly to their blogs. on raquel’s blogs, she has warnings in her pinned posts.

the warnings on her blog, while one being genuine and the other uncaring, do in fact warn users that content on her blogs are nsfw and explicitly state what she posts. however, this doesn’t mean she is exempt from criticism of what she posts. anytime raquel is called out for posting something questionable, she simply blames it all on “terfs”, that she’s allowed to post the things she posts because she is also a minor, or that you’re in the wrong for insinuating that a csa victim would even have lolicon art. raquel is not free from criticism from this, as she has posted art with actual children in it. the people behind this post mean no disrespect to raquel and the things she has been through and we respect that entirely. that being said, this does not mean you are free from criticism of the things you post willingly to your blogs. especially when some of the things you’ve posted in the past include children. when asked why she doesn’t credit artists on her guro blog, this is what she responded with:

someone in her notes also pointed this out, but to our knowledge she never acknowledged what they replied to the post with (censored out as they are not relevant to the post).

regardless if you credit the artist or not, people can reverse image search to find the creator themselves. it’s also worth mentioning that you are blatantly admitting to posting from a pedophilic artist. you are still supporting this pedophile’s art by doing so. you are admitting the guro content you post is from pedophilic sources, and regardless if you source them or not, you are inherently posting pedophilic content.

we’ve provided examples of posts on her main blog here, and examples of posts on her sideblog here. major tw (for lolicon art & underaged characters), although we’ve censored the images, the content is still pretty intense.

the next person we would like to shed light to and the things they post are maid. since the post started, maid has terminated her account. however some screenshot examples (with links) still exist, so those are what we will be using to explain the sorts of things she posts/has posted.

before we go on, we would like to make it clear that we have no definitive proof that maid is a pedophile, but the content she is into is very questionable due to the nature of what they are. a few of things that she is into can be considered lolibait, which includes a lot of underaged girls.

examples of the media (click the links for examples of her posting about it):

ichigo mashimaro (strawberry marshmallow): an anime/manga about 10-12 year old girls, that while not problematic itself, the creator of the anime makes lolicon-esque content of the girls (outside of the anime/manga). the media is also heavily known for being liked by lolicons.

ro-kyu-bu!: an anime surrounding a basketball team comprised of mostly young girls, the content of the anime itself is rather deplorable as it sexualizes the young girls very frequently (which is basically the only plot it has). very much known for being lolibait and liked by lolicons.

on her main blog, she had reblogged this post:

(post contains two young teenagers from yuru yuri.)

just on the surface, this image isn’t necessarily sexual and we do not claim that maid reblogged this with sexual intentions, however with her consumption of media known for lolibait, it makes it questionable.

she also has a body pillow of satou matsuzaka, a 15 year old girl from the anime “my happy sugar life”. we wont be getting into the content of the anime here, but it should be odd enough that this 20 year old woman has a pillow of a 15 year old girl.

the last thing we’d like to address with maid is the posts on her instagram (can be found here. major tw for guro & emetophilia [all of which is censored]). a main point here that we haven’t brought up is that she blatantly fetishizes asian women and often posts about them. you can go here to look at a few of the things she’s posted and the fetish nature of the content she puts out there involving them.

CONCLUSION

the point of this post was to highlight a few users in the animecore community who are clearly unable to host servers or interact around minors properly. we still do not condone the harassment of these users, and we would highly recommend to simply block them in response to this post rather than seek them out and harass them. there’s no point in doing so, however we realize we cannot stop every single person who reads this post from doing something. all we can do is state that we are against doing so and have no want or need to engage with that sort of behavior.

to the users this post highlighted, if you’ve read everything through, good on you. instead of taking this as a call out post for drama (which genuinely was not the intent of this post), maybe the few of you can recognize the faults you have here and work on them and change for the better. this isn’t some post made because those behind it had personal beef or something with the users it mentions. this post was made because some of you cannot behave and act appropriately when interacting with minors and the general public. clearly not, as a server was allowed to exist with tons of minors alongside fucking weirdos. maybe give a shit about the minors you allow to interact with you. thanks

#animecore #webcore #weimu #flonnezillas #stupidneet #the core tags are to spread the warning post considering these users are within these communities

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the-other-art-blog · 3 years

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Black Widow thoughts SPOILERS!!!

Before going into spoilers I just have to say I really liked this movie. There are few things that I’d change. But overall, the good compensated the bad. I am satisfied.

What i absolutely loved:

The opening scene was great! Just like I expected, it’s so like The Americans. If you haven’t watch that show, it’s just the best spy series ever. And this scene felt a lot like that.

The opening credits scene WOW, again so much like The Americans. It’s so moving I almost cry. I really loved it. It’s shocking. I’m going to be listening to that cover repeatedly for the next few days.

I loved Mason, I always love to meet the person who helps these characters get all the IDs and everything they need. I love their relationship. O-T couldn’t shut up about his ship, he so wants Mason and Natasha to be a couple. He could have a crush, but I’m not sure she reciprocates. But I love Yelena saying he’s sensitive. He’s a softy, bless him 🥰 I hope he makes cameos in other movies.

Natasha vs Yelena OMG That fight was so raw, I don’t think we’ve ever seen a fight like that before! I mean, I suppose Disney + shows have that kind of fights, but it’s great to see it in a movie and in this particular movie!!! Often you see really well-choreographed fight sequences, but you don’t feel the punches... but here... I mean these women really went for it. It hurt watching them.

Natasha calling Dreykov’s daughter “collateral damage” was great. When Loki mentioned her I imagined a young adult, but it was only a child! And Natasha was willing to sacrifice her! I think that was great for a Marvel movie cause there’s no way of justifying it. She was just a little girl!!! And it plays with the whole “girls are expendable” narrative.

The traces of Clint and Nat playing X and Os was hilarious. I need a Marvel one-shot about that. It would be amazing and I bet they would have deep conversations to kill time.

I loved Red Guardian, he’s so pathetic. He only cares about himself and his glorious days. Loved his tattoos, I saw Yelena and Nat’s name, and Melina + Lenin and Marx!

I also loved to see the 3 generations of widows.

Melina reminded me so much of Elizabeth from The Americans. Her saying that the mission went great cause they fooled everyone... she was so indoctrinated.

YELENA BELOVA... everything.

She has 3 running gags: the vest, the cool way to die, and the pose!

“Why the aggression?” in deep Russian accent. lol

I liked the way they addressed the hysterectomy. The way Alexei makes this sexist comment about her period and Yelena takes this to talk about it and how graphic she was!

Ok but Yelena blowing up a tower and causing an avalanche!

The dinner table scene!

Can everybody please stop hurting Yelena! First Alexei talks about their family as a dreadful thing, then Melina talking proudly about “unlocking free will” and Natasha saying that the family was fake! 🥺

Natasha was only indoctrinated and it’s because of her that Dreykov decided to control them fully. That’s why Yelena’s story is more heartbreaking + she’s the baby of the family and she got it worse! And each and every one of them had part of responsibility in her suffering. Nat never looked back, like at least she should have made follow up to the status of the widows.

Is Yelena truly Russian? What if she was taken from somewhere else?!

Good job Natasha appealing to Dreykov’s fragile masculinity!

Taskmaster was great. I loved the twist that it was Drekov’s daughter.

THAT POST CREDIT SCENE left me speechless. I couldn’t breathe! Why would Val tell Yelena that Clint was responsible?! I’m assuming they told everyone about Natasha’s sacrifice and that’s why her grave have so much flowers. So, what’s Val’s plan?

I love every time they curse in Russian

The not so nicely done:

Why do they keep calling her “Romanoff”? I would expect that the Russian characters would call her “Romanova”

Also, if they were posing as an American family, why were her names still Russian. We don’t see them interacting with anyone, but Melina says “Yelena”. It’s not even that hard to do it. Call Natasha --> Nataly and Yelena --> Elena (that’s actually the name but the pronunciation changes it).

I wish they would have brought back Julie Deeply as the leader of the Red Room.

There’s no way, none, Natasha and Yelena would have survived that crash. I mean, the car exploded, rolled, and then both are still fit to run!

Couldn’t Renner made a brief flashback scene? I appreciated how much he was mentioned, but I would have loved seeing him. I’m not even sure that’s his voice in the flashback.

Ok, but why was the guy at the gas station so chill? 😂 They were talking about being killers and I find a bit mean that he didn’t recognize Natasha. They literally said she was an Avenger. Maybe because they were talking in English.

Some of the science makes absolutely no sense. There’s no way of “serving the nerve” like that. The pheromones either.

The floating base doesn’t make sense either.

#Black Widow #black widow spoilers #natasha and yelena #yelena belova #alexei shostakov #melina #natasha romanoff #florence pugh as the baby sister is everything

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prof-peach · 3 years

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Out of all of the pokemon you have taken care of, which one do you think it was the hardest to deal with? Be cuz they were in a pretty bad shape, or just personality wise?

We get rumbunctious and rowdy Pokemon all the time, our works nature brings them to us probably more than any other issue, outside of grass Pokemon care and management. Anger and nervousness is something we have a good hold of here, and try to help iron out of various species. I do a lot of that work, and on occasion, Grey will do the odd water type with these problems, as I tend to shy away from those. For the most part, they are short stint stays, a couple months, to a couple years helping them to rewire their anger into a more productive feeling or energy. That being said, there’s alwasy the odd Pokemon who comes our way who’s just a step above the rest. So here’s some stories of the ones who have had to stay with us, for their temperament and behaviour.

On the north side of the island, we house the biggest, meanest Pokemon, and the individuals who are very timid and nervous around people. We do this to ensure they have space to live undisturbed in peace, but also to protect guests and visitors from being eaten, crushed, blasted, or otherwise harmed. Some of the northern residents are difficult yes, but most are just stroppy or uncomfortable with the majority of humans, but there are a handful that are actively engaged in harming or hunting people.

One such Pokemon is a rather nasty tempered Drampa, he came to us about five or so years ago now, kindly donated by being abandoned on our shores, it’s original trainer leaving the ball and hopping on a boat without alerting us, or letting the individual know. We figured it would be possible to rehome it, they’re usually a rather reasonable Pokemon to handle, considering their typing. We were wrong. This Pokemon when let out of the ball, went on a monsterous rampage for four days, destroying forests, toppling buildings, blasting holes in the mountain to try to burrow away, and picking fights with anything it’s size or bigger, often causing great harm to others. The island didn’t rest for that entire time, most Pokemon cowering from it, bigger species trying to halt them, all in vain. It took an entire troop of grass Pokemon using sleep powder to knock it out, the Drampa moved about so fast, one single grass type didn’t stand a chance to produce enough spores in time. It took a lot of work but we knocked the old boy out, and got a good look at him. His body was riddled with arthritis, not medicated, he would thrash about and cause himself so much pain and discomfort. He had overgrown nails, the feet hidden in the fur they have around their torso, often overlooked, and it’s ability to fly was limited because of its general condition and state. We began helping it, medicating it’s aislments, aiding it’s inflamed joints, but it never really calmed down, so now it chills out alone on the coast of the north side, left well alone, it doesn’t even like the company of other Pokemon.

We’ve done our best to interact with it, to socialise it, to generally get it use to people enough to do medical checks, but it’s still very resistant. We have decided that after two years of hard work, and it being tolerant to me, at least to check it’s health and wellbeing, that it’s best to let it live it’s life unbothered. Many would push a Pokemon to be a perfect social being, but we don’t believe it’s necessary for happiness. Some species are happy to be away from others, I wouldn’t push a human to be social, I know how awful that can be, so we didn’t force the individual to be around others either. It’s not that it’s unhappy, we spot it from time to time sitting on the rocks by the ocean, humming to itself, and the small pidgey and tailow that come by don’t bother it, and even give mild brief conversation. He seems ok, the medicine given means he’s in less pain, despite still having stiffness, and in the winter we’ve built him a unique space, rocky cover much like a cave, just above a Macargo hide where they lay eggs. The heat from those Pokemon keep its cave very hot, and help in the cold to ease the joint aches. The two species have different entrances, making sure they never meet within the hide at any point. There’s a good slab of rock dividing them, so it’s not an issue, and saves us having to pipe hot water over that far for him. He eats well, has a few items he’s kept from the labs, a toy sentret, and a large red ball, and generally is in a good place to live out his life in peace now.

Another difficult member would be a particularly timid Slazzle, gifted to us by a police member who had confiscated it from a rather mean individual close to her home town, they had been hurting the poor Pokemon, forcing it to produce an insane amount of poison liquid, throwing water on the poor thing every time it tried to ignite to retaliate, generally abusing the poor thing for its life, apparently it had been locked away since it was a young unevolved Pokemon. They’d been harvesting the poisons from the Slazzle and dropping it into various water sources to try to control the local Pokemon population, as they blamed the wild ones for the state of their land, and diminished crops yield from their allotment. Jokes on them, that water poisoning affected them too, and their garden died very quickly, and made the man quite sick through consumption of the crops he grew there. The slazzle is still very skittish, will hide at any given moment, we’ve seen her ignite an entire building in one move, and then bolt away through the flames to lose our line of sight. She managed to stay hidden for two weeks on the island, before we caught sight of her again. Generally she’s just a case fo neglect but we have been working with her now for a long while, 3 ish years, and her temperament is at least manageable amongst our staff. We have found her others of her kind to help her settle, and she’s become good friends with a Wartortle who came from the same area, they bond over memories of the place, and seem very happy in each others company.

We’ve found ways to keep her grounded, but she never goes near people when we have open days, slinks off through the big fence to the north side, and waits out the visiting hours until night. They’re not usually nocturnal but she likes the night, and spends her time looking about, foraging and feeding in the later hours. If you’re quiet you can catch her moving around the forests and the base of the mountains here, talking with the occasional individual, she seems to enjoy Murkrow too, their company seems to keep her quite social, as they usually move in large flocks here. She may never be rehomed, but for now we try to socialise her, we don’t battle her, and she has a very calm and peaceful nook to go to when she’s having a rough time. We make sure to provide support where possible, and though she’s a little skittish she’s somewhat happy to have myself and Grey, even Pari take a look at any wounds or scrapes she may gain while living here. She’s become trusting enough to come to us if we call, and who knows, maybe someone will come our way who she takes an interest in. There’s hope for her yet, we have however become quite fond of her, and she’s part of the furniture now. It may end up that she never leaves, and lives her life in peace here, surrounded by people and Pokemon who love her. Her panic makes her very difficult to pass to another trainer, and she’s prone to spitting up huge quantities of toxic liquid when spooked, and bolts at a slight bang or rumble.

One I have kept back for a number of reasons, is a rather mean tempered Aerodactyl. Normally we get Pokemon sent to us, but this one I ended up finding myself, some circus had her chained up in a box hardly big enough to turn around in, an attraction to the masses as they travelled through the area. The leader of that troop was particularly awful, treating Pokemon as commodities, items to be bought and sold, used as toys in his big performances. Boiled my blood. We called her Zeplin, and after 12 years she has still got a nasty temper on her, when not focused on a task. Her condition when we first found her was quite something, tattered wings, unable to fly straight at all, and she was littered with cuts and bruises, not in good health. Val has melted the chains that bound her, and the lock in her cage, and she just went, like a bat out of hell, flew off, blasting the tent that hid her quarters, burning a lot of the circus as she went. Little did I know, my foot was in one of the chain links, and I got dragged off with her, the ground, Val, all my other team mates, falling from my pocket, or being left on the floor where we had once been standing. She flew, and kept going, not aware I was still attached, you could see her wings were having a hard time catching the breeze, littered with holes and tears, she went for about two hours, I nearly froze that high up, trying to get a good grip on what chain was left so I didn’t come falling from that height. We came to a very sudden crash landing, she hadn’t had much chance to practice the whole take off - land thing from the feel of it, we both ate dirt, and she became very aware that I was there all of a sudden.

I had about three seconds while she assessed my presence, to get out of the chain, and dive behind a rock that gave me cover from an almighty blast of energy, chipping away bits, catching my arm a little. Trust me when I say, it’s terrifying coming face to face with something that stands a fair few meters taller than you, with more teeth and claws than you’re comfortable with dealing with, with none of your Pokemon, no weaponry, no real plan or cover other than a rock. How she didn’t eat me, I don’t know. Perhaps she knew it was me that let her go, maybe she just ran out of energy, but for whatever reason, she made a few bits and tail lashes at me, missed the lot, and gave up, turning to stomp off into the forests around us. She was still shackled with heavy irons, one on the neck, two on the legs, and was in serious condition, so I did the stupid thing and followed her, tried to sneak my way behind, though every now and then she would look towards me, and try to focus on my form in the dark of night now. It was a few days, she had stalked some prey, fed, and was starting to ooze from some wounds. Though the circus was unkind, they were providing her with medication that stopped further infections occurring, perhaps a scarred beast of great size drew more punters, maybe they were just making sure she survived to make them money, I still don’t know.

I hunted herbs, dug out roots with rocks, used river water, and common berries and managed to fashion some kind of salve, nothing amazing, especially back at that age, but it would work, I knew it would because I used it on my own wounds first. Just had to convince her it was a good thing to let me get close. Not an easy task. We physically brawled, she was clearly spent, not able to use any attacks, just thrashing about, I managed to trip her with the chains still attached to her legs, and once downed, you can jump on the head of these Pokemon to keep the jaws shut, just long enough to lather the wounds you can reach, then bolt fast. It was a small act, but she took off running again. With some wounds sort of cared for, I followed again, fishing for dinner, forraging roots to chew on. It wasn’t much but it kept me going, then one night, where I had climbed to a crook of a large tree, using my jacket to tie myself in for a nights sleep, I was awoken by loud rustling, thudding of feet, and a mighty huff.

Below where I sat, the Pokemon had returned, being no doubt well aware of my presence, following the smell of human, she had noticed the salve do a good job on the wounds I managed to reach, but the ones I couldn’t get near had become far worse, red, inflamed and weeping terribly, no doubt hurting and itching. I’d seen her rubbing her sides in the day, itching gasinst rocks and trees, smearing blood and ooze along her path as she trudged. So here we were, alone in the woods, I veeeeery carefully climbed down, staying in cover as much as possible, and over the space of an hour or two, she let me come out into the open, teeth bared yeah, but she hadn’t attacked, and other than a very uncomfortable, low growl, she allowed me to creep closer, some more of that salve made more for my own wounds than hers, being sniffed at, she licked it too, but wasn’t happy with the taste, very bitter, and I was cautiously optimistic, allowed to help her heal the rest of the cuts she had acquired from her old home. So we began our....I want to say friendship but that wasn’t it, it was a collaboration to survive.

We had landed somewhere far from others, I missed my team, and she had never experienced anything outside of the cage, and so we banded together, tentatively. We caught dinner as a team, and climbed for fruits, foraged for berries, reapplying what loose form of medicine I managed to make, before coming to some kind of comfortable companionship together. A week passed, wandering without a clue where we were, before a path was found, she seemed to want to avoid it, and while I wasn’t keen on people much either, it was impossible not to want to find my team again. They needed me, and I needed them. If they had been found, a police officer or the likes may have sent them to my original professor, waiting to be called from the PC system again, but knowing Val, she had grabbed the balls, my things, and bolted to hide, waiting for my return. In desperation I tried to explain this to the Aerodactyl, who had not experienced a trainers care before, and seemed reluctant to return.

It was only upon mentioning revenge, to burn the circus to the ground, that I regained her attention, and we came to a slow agreement to get aid, gather items, and return to where she had been released from. She waited in the forest while I went to town, checking my PC space to see if my team had been handed in, which they had! It was lucky, I was reunited with Val (vulpix), Booker (teddiursa), and Potato (bulbasaur) who I took back, and returned to the woods with.

We had to get some revenge, and in turn we devised a plan to free the Pokemon first, sneak in and pick the locks, melt the chains and gates, and then finally, let the aerodactyl do her thing once the vulnerable individuals were loose. I did my best to hold back my own personal rage, and simply aid the demise of a group who were awful towards Pokemon through this one big flying type. I wint go into details but no one perished in the fire, they were arrested and charged for unsafe work conditions, and abuse towards Pokemon, not to mention false advertising, having no worker’s Compensation in pace for injury, which many staff complained of, and several incidents of sexual harassment in the work place that were brought to light.

Once one started to talk, the others all joined in, and the fire was put down to unsafe working conditions and a lack of health and safety. From what I heard, the whole circus worth of Pokemon were rehomed, helped and generally lived much better lives after that. However now we had one very mistrusting angry Aerodactyl on our hands, a Pokemon I had not worked with before, who had seemingly become quite tolerant of me, but would snap at just about anyone who clocked eyes with her. So I kind of just kept her, no ball, not for a fair few years, we both didn’t think it was important. She was nursed back to health, and we had to go through a lot of training together, she bit booker once quite badly, but we’ve all put that in the past, and have worked on it together.

She is still testing, she won’t be ridden by anyone else, she doesn’t care for other Pokemon much, crowds will spook her, she doesn’t like when people talk with raised voices or hostile tones, and gets real irritable if you come at her in any kind of way that isn’t open handed, calm and slowly. She’s now a very capable flier, wings healed up, spending her first half of life locked up made her long for the open sky, so now we take time together to go off and ride winds when work is slow, and she’s helped in many ways to make the island functional, by moving logs, clearing paths, helping lift building materials around, and generally being there for me when I’m full of rage, which is actually annoyingly often. We’re anger buddies hah, kind of get on the same level with it. She’s become so much part of my family, and I feel like i’m part of hers now too, so I doubt she’d be rehomed, but should she find somewhere she would rather be, we wouldn’t stop her going. She is difficult, angry, snappy, tempermental, difficult, won’t be touched by strangers, likes to fight, but I’d not change her, she’s our testing monster, who we love and adore.

Went off a bit, but I figured why not, I know her, and can write more about her life and story than the others.

#pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks #long post

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