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wispscribbles · 6 months

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Mw3 spoilers (just a long personal ramble)

Hiii. So

As soon as the pre-release came out on, I hunted down spoilers, because I know myself and knew that if someone died and I got that information out of the blue, I wouldn’t take it well. Jokes on me, because I still haven’t been taking it well lol

I won’t talk about how Soap’s death was handled or the quality of the game. Plenty of smarter people are doing so.

I try not to talk a lot about myself and irl stuff on here, but will just say: I am very unwell, mentally. (Cue silence because that’s not surprising at all) Something I am very aware that I do, is that I latch onto fiction with my whole being, usually one specific character. For some reason, I always latch onto the character that ends up dead, usually in a way that make them only exist to further the motivations of other characters. It sucks.

So my hope for Soap has never been great, but for some reason I was still so shocked?? I don’t know, I tricked myself into thinking this time was different. Such an iconic character with so much good setup for great character development. I knew someone would die, but ow. To me, he was the element that made 141 seem more like family than coworkers. Soap’s interactions with the rest just livened up the games so much and made them all shine. Especially Ghost. Their dynamic, man.

Soap was the character that intrigued me enough to jump into the cod rabbit hole. It feels very hollow without him.

I keep telling myself that it’s silly to be so hurt over something fictional, and that I can just treat it as a mcd fanfic and move on, but nope. Brain’s stuck in the bad stuff. It’s a bad habit of mine to let something like this affect me so much, but well. Logic vs feeling and all that.

I really did find so much comfort in Soap this last year, that I severely needed. It feels a little like losing someone I know, someone who helped me through a rough time. I related to something in him and felt inspired. I only started writing after getting into ghostsoap, I started working out and I got back into art after a very long burnout. It may be fiction, but the impact is not.

So that was pretty much the worst case scenario of what mw3 could be to me. I always knew the risk, but, once again, ow. But there also seems to be plenty of good stuff in the game that I enjoy. I’m happy with the Ghost and Soap dialogue, the whole team working together and seeing Laswell and Farah and Alex and Nik. I hope I can be inspired by some of the new content once I’m calmer.

And I was worried they would ignore Ghost and Soap’s relationship after their development in mw2, but they genuinely seem to have gotten real close. It’s nice. I thought the shipping might scare the game devs into never having them appear in a scene together again, so that’s a plus.

Bottom line to all this is: I probably need a little break to get my head sorted. The grief is surprisingly real, it’s triggered some old stuff for me (haven’t been sleeping or eating, been stuck in some old thoughts). I’ll need to calm down and become a bit more normal about this again. Part of the grief isn’t so much about Soap himself, but also just the safe space that this account has been. The very nature of how the fandom is going to interact with Soap and Ghostsoap is going to change now, and man… I liked how it was, y’know? Could’ve used a little longer in that bubble. There’s going to be plenty of new fics and art, lovely stuff as always, but many of them will be tinged with grief, and I’m not in a place where that won’t break me a little.

I will hopefully come back to posting and making stuff once my brain settles down. I have so many drafts for fics and ideas that I hope I can return to. I’ve gotten so used to drawing these lads that I doubt I can stop tbh

The version of Soap that we love is already evolved from the games due to all the time and care the community has put into the character. The games may have killed him, but luckily, he’s fictional. We can do what we want, same as before.

I’m not even saying that I wish they hadn’t killed him. The games are crafting a story that fits their audience. It makes sense.

But I will choose to live in one of the many universes we’ve created for Soap, where he is alive and cared for, with a found family and a spooky lieutenant with a soft spot for him. Good for him.

Hope you’re all taking care of yourselves. RIP canon Soap (again). Thanks to Neil for a wonderful portrayal. And no matter where we go from here, thanks for a wonderful year of creating with you lovely folks. Seriously, some of the kindest people I’ve met in fandom. <3

Lastly: fuck you Kevin O’Reilly, but more importantly, sincerely thank you. (CallMeKevin video about mw2 got me into this mess. Otherwise I was keeping cod at an arm’s length, but he’s my fav youtuber, so I watched it. And here we are!)

#if u don’t wanna read: I’ll be taking a small break for mental health reasons but expect to be back and creating for this fandom again <3 #mw3 #mw3 spoilers #cod mwiii #mwiii spoilers #call of duty mwiii #ghostsoap #wispy update #always feel anxious posting anything emotional but feel like this one deserved a proper update #you’re all wonderful ppl ily #hopefully see you soon !

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exilethegame · 1 year

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Update!

Hello everyone!

This past month I haven't written anything due to my hand pain. I've gone to the doctor but they haven't actually figured out what it is that's causing the pain. Long story short-- I can write, albeit in moderation, with a few modifications, and significantly slower than before. The doctor’s hope is that so long as I’m careful the issue might resolve itself— so I guess we’ll see how that goes in the long run.

I'm going to try writing a bit to see how much I can type with all these new changes and will then resume working on Chapter 5 pt. 2 once again. Depending on how that goes I'll try and get my Patreon up and running again and hopefully business will go back to normal!

I also want to say thank you to everyone who has sent me a kind word while I've been gone. I've read them all and hearing everyone's support has been so incredibly helpful as I've been stuck sitting on the sidelines for a lack of better words. Seeing everyone's discussions of the game, art, and general support 100% kept me from going stir crazy, so thank you all! I can't overstate how thankful I am.

Hopefully, soon enough I’ll be able to get back to creating the book that we all love! Finishing the demo is such an incredibly exciting milestone to reach and will be the beginning of a new era for The Exile for a lack of better words, so I’ll do everything I can to reach that goal (safely, may I add)!

That’s all! Thanks for reading. :)

#announcement

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lovelywhiteroses · 4 months

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May I please request Ray with a cute, easily flustered reader?

Ray and the reader are under the Mistletoe.

✨🌹Already a head of you! I’ve had an idea like this for awhile! However it is quite short. Hopefully you don’t mind. Let’s get into the scenario!🌹✨

⚠️Disclaimer!⚠️

The characters don’t belong to me nor Binary Star hero. They are owned by: CONCR3TPARASITE

The game is strictly for 18+

Those who are children cannot interact whatsoever with the game, if they do, they risk the game and the creator being in trouble. Please if you are under the age of 18 and up please do not interact. You have been warned.

Also the due to me not being the creator some things may not be cannon for the characters. So do not be angry for it is not my fault. All you have to do is point out if something doesn’t seem like the character would or wouldn’t do and I’ll do further study. Thank you for reading this part and your patience with this. We may now continue.

It was Ray’s day off luckily nobody was calling him in today for work. You and Ray decided to go out and see the Christmas lights in the city. In the district it tended to have some sort of magic in it. It truly did represent Christmas spirit. Ray seemed to enjoy that you were having a good time, he loved to see you smile, and when pointing out something you liked about the light decoration and how it seemed magical he seemed impressed and as if he never thought of that before. That’s probably cause he hasn’t. He was always so focused on the negative side of life while missing out on the hood side, he was used to corrupt hero’s and politics. So when you invited him out to join you see the lights he seemed to lighten up a bit. {;D} Anyways, it soon started to get dark, a shiver went down your spine as the cold breeze hit. “Maybe we should go inside somewhere, maybe we can eat out tonight.” You look over at him your arms crossed to try and keep warm. “You sure? Won’t you be disappointed? I believe you wanted to try a recipe for a while now.” He only took your hand and started walk towards a little café. “You come first star, besides it’s gonna get colder tonight.” You only nod and follow along. You hear the little bell ring as you two enter the small café the employees greet you and Ray with warm smiles and hellos, obviously they were tired but they seemed to love working there. It’s rare to have some people like having normal jobs now a days. The café seemed to be a little family business everything seems freshly made due to the smell of fresh desserts and food. They’re seemed to be a small line luckily. The business didn’t seem to be too popular, it had a very beautiful decor and the wall behind the cashier looks like it was painted by someone who has a passion for art. It was a painted wall of two people at a table, one drinking coffee and one chatting. And it wasn’t just made from black but interesting patterns and colors. Now that you look at it seems like the cafe didn’t have those fake portrait paintings, more like they were painted by actual people, each one was different. While enjoying the café and how artistic it seems to bring out its unique look, Ray tapped you shoulder. “Hehe someone seems to like this place.” You felt your face heat up a bit. “Well can you blame me? This place looks amazing.” Ray seems to smile a bit. You noticed, and something clicked in your head. “Wait did you bring me here on purpose?” Ray raised his hands up a bit in a joking motion. “Caught me red handed star.” You couldn’t help but playfully nudge him a bit, Ray chuckled a bit. “Well look at you being all secretive again. Hehe.” You laughed a bit along with Ray. Suddenly you hear some employees chuckling and whispering. You tilted your head in confusion till Ray looked up up to where the employees were looking. “Well would you look at that.” You looked at Ray and then looked up. Seeing a mistletoe, you felt your face heat up. One of the employees cheering for you two to kiss, then every employee was cheering. You felt your face heat up more and you feel embarrassed. Ray only sighed and laughed a bit. He lifted you face up meet his eyes. It was clear he was waiting for you to consent to it, you smiled and wrapped you arms around his neck, that all he needed to know it was ok, and with that, you and him shared a passionate kiss. The patrons clapped and employees cheered. When you both parted you felt flustered and he did to. Luckily it wasn’t your turn to order.

But you enjoyed the rest of your evening and had fun.

✨🌹Hopefully this is to your liking my dear Anon. Have a lovely holiday.🌹✨

#scenarios #scenarios writing #writing scenarios #binary star hero

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q-gorgeous · 4 months

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Holey Moley Chapter 1

fanfiction

ao3

warnings: blood, gore, angst, ambiguous ending

heres the first chapter of my ectoimplosion fic :D this was a really fun event to participate in. its based off of art by @nicktoons-brainrot yoyoyoyoyoyo

“Everything’s all clear out here.” Danny spoke into his earpiece. “That ghost that my parent’s scanner picked out must’ve cleared out already. Hopefully they went back to the ghost zone.”

“The city’s all clear too.” Tucker replied into his ear. “Tonight’s a pretty quiet night. The ghosts must have all stayed at home tonight.”

“The only ghost I saw was the box ghost.” Sam said. Danny could hear her moped starting up through her microphone. “I gave him one of the empty boxes I put in my backpack though and he went back home for the night.”

“Great. Thanks for patrolling the city tonight while I checked out the woods, you guys.”

“No problem!” Tucker called into the microphone.

“It’s no biggie, we’re here to help.” He could hear Sam smiling as she talked. “I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow.”

“Bye, guys!” Tucker said.

“Bye!” Danny heard their feedback cut off and he took his Fenton Phones out of his ear and put them in one of his pockets.

He tilted his head to look at the sky. The stars were twinkling softly. Tonight would be a good night for stargazing.

The sound of a twig snapping startled him. He looked away from the sky and his eyes widened.

His mom stood in front of him. She was dressed up in a suit he’d never seen before. It was bulkier than her normal hazmat suit and it was equipped with a full gas mask. Why did she have that?

“I’ve got you now, Phantom.” She said, her voice muffled by her mask.

Danny backed away. She pulled a gun from where it was hanging off her back next to a canister. He’d never seen this weapon before. He didn’t know what it would do.

“Oh, yeah?” He said, backing up more. “You’ve said that plenty of times before. What makes this time so different?”

“I’m done pulling my shots.” She snarled out. “Jack never agreed with making weapons like these.” She held up the gun in her hands. “He said they were too dangerous. That we couldn’t make weapons that would be able to harm humans as much as it did the ghosts. But I knew that this would be the only way to get you. That this would be what it would take.”

Danny’s heart sank. He floated up into the air as he continued backing away from her. “So you went behind your husband's back to make that? I’m sure he’d love that.”

“It won’t matter. Not if I come home with my prize.” She growled out.

Danny couldn’t see her face, but he could tell that there was no more arguing with her. He turned around, ready to fly away, but he was struck in the shoulder by a blast from her gun. He fell back to the ground and he grimaced in pain. As he laid there, he heard a click as she turned a dial on her weapon. A soft spraying sound filled the air around them.

Danny looked back up at Maddie. She was spraying some kind of gas from her weapon. He covered his mouth as he breathed it in and started coughing. What was this stuff?

“You’re the only ghost who still mimics breathing. You take your guise to appear human the furthest I’ve seen in any ghost. But this will also be your downfall. By insisting on mimicking human breathing, you’re only allowing this neurotoxin to be absorbed inside of you that much faster.”

“Neurotoxin?” Danny whispered quietly. He shakily stood up.

“Soon you won’t be able to get away.” He could hear the way she smiled. It’s a smile he’s never seen on his mom before, and he’s glad he didn’t have to see it now. “Soon you’ll finally be mine.”

She leveled her gun at him and switched the dial back to the other setting. Just before she could pull the trigger, Danny shot an ectoblast at the gun and she hissed, dropping it to the ground as it sizzled in her hands. She snarled but then started laughing as Danny ran away.

“Run all you want, but in a couple minutes you won't even be able to stand!”

Danny tried jumping into the air, but only glided for a couple of seconds before his feet hit the ground again.

Did this thing neutralize his powers?

He continued running but he grew more and more lethargic as he went on. He needed to lose her somehow, but what could he do? He couldn’t fly. He didn’t even know how long he would be able to run for. His best bet would probably be to go intangible and hide in the ground beneath him but he didn’t want to risk getting stuck if his powers malfunctioned. He didn’t want to find out what it would be like if he went tangible while inside the dirt.

The only other option he had would be reverting back to his human form. His ecto-signature as a human showed up as a lower level than his ghost form, maybe his mom would just believe that he had gotten away and that another ghost was roaming the woods.

Danny coughed a wet cough. His limbs were getting heavy and he didn’t know how much longer he had left. He couldn’t transform back into his human form now. His ectoplasm was thicker and his pulse was slower as a ghost, his heart would pump his human blood and whatever was in his system much faster than it was now.

He stumbled in between the trees. He tripped and leaned against one for a moment, his heart pounding, when he felt something drip down his face. Was he crying?

He dabbed a gloved finger at his eye and when he pulled it back his heart stopped. It was covered in ectoplasm. He was bleeding out of his eyes.

His head swam. Of all the injuries and power related grievances he’s had, he never expected this one.

“There you are!”

Danny jumped as his mother’s masked face appeared from around the tree he was leaning against. He could hear the crazed ill intent she held in her smile as she spoke.

Suddenly, she punched him in the nose. The force and surprise of it sent Danny flying towards the ground. Really, he shouldn’t have been so shocked. He did destroy her weapon after all.

“After all this time I’ll finally get you on my table.” She towered over him menacingly. “I’ll finally get to cut you open and see how you work. Why you’re so different.”

“Ghosts aren’t what you think they are.” Danny coughed as he looked up at her. “Maybe they’re all like me and your biases make you blind to it.”

“No.” Maddie took another step towards him. “There’s no other ghost quite like you. The ghosts we have studied in Amity Park all fit our hypothesis. You are unique. I want to know why.”

Despite the situation, Danny rolled his eyes as he pushed himself off the ground. “The ghosts in Amity Park are just about the worst demographic you could have ever picked to study.”

“But they know they are ghosts.” She stared at him through her mask. “It’s almost as if you think you’re still human.”

Danny’s eyes widened at that. He took a step back and she tilted her head at him.

“Did that touch a nerve?” He could hear the smile in her voice again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Danny coughed.

She barked out a laugh. “You don’t? You try to win over the town’s favor, you play your hero games. No matter how good you think you are, your humanity is a farce. It’s not real.”

“How would you know?” Danny ground out. His legs were shaking. He needed to leave. “What about your own humanity? Where has yours gone?”

“I have more humanity than you ever will.” She walked towards him and he took another step back.

Danny tripped over a tree root and nearly fell backwards to the ground. “What about your son? Do you think he’d want to see you like this?”

“I do this to protect him.” He can hear her clench her teeth together. “Him and his friends have been brainwashed like everyone else in this city. They’re always trying to talk us out of ghost hunting, that we don’t need to be doing this. But we have to get rid of scum like you.”

Danny took a deep breath.

“You love your son?”

Maddie had a visceral reaction to that question. “How dare you!” She snarled and Danny took another step back. “Of course I love my son.”

“If you really loved your son you would listen to him.”

She lunged at him suddenly. Danny dodged her and grabbed onto her arm and the mask over her face. He called an ectoblast to both of his hands and started burning the material of her suit away.

She let out a shout and pulled away from him. He could hear the sizzling of her suit from where he stood. Her mask had burnt away revealing one crazed and raged filled eye.

“You Phantom son of a bitch!” Maddie screamed at him. He flinched at her words. “I’m going to kill you!”

Danny’s heart jumped at the way his mom ran at him. There was no remorse, no guilt, no hesitation. She really meant what she said. She wanted to kill him.

Without thinking Danny shot an ectoblast at her. It hit her hard in the stomach and sent her flying away from him through the bushes. He turned around and started running as fast as he could through the woods.

He could feel himself slowing down, though. He needed to get home. If he could just find some ecto-dejecto he could stabilize himself while the neurotoxin worked its way out of his system.

He just had to hope he made it there in time.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #danny fenton #maddie fenton #phanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ectoimplosion2023 #angst #blood #gore #ambiguous ending

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astrobolical · 6 months

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A (Hopefully) Helpful Guide to What in "Hell" is Bad?

Part 2 - My Devils, Levelling, Skills, and Artifacts

Last Updated: Nov 2, 2023

I have a mild love of documentation (okay, it’s a problem) and I find it fun— so here we go! I’ve hopefully written out most of the options you’ll encounter while playing, as I know it’s been a confusing start with the game coming out in the state that it did.

And let’s be real here, most gacha-style games can feel overwhelming at first, especially if you’re new to them overall. It happens, and with all the questions I’ve seen floating about, I wanted to maybe help someone out, as well as have some fun. Or this’ll flop, either way, still fun.

There will absolutely be things I’ve missed, or glossed over— or even gotten wrong— so feel free to ask about anything, tell me things, or correct me.

For full transparency— I have spent money on this game, but I have not “whaled” whatsoever. I wanted to test certain things, and I have a strong sense of curiousity.

Looking for another part of the game? Check out the other parts:

Part 1 - General Overview, Achievements and Contracts

Part 2 - You Are Here!

Part 3 - Chapters, Levels and Dark Sanctuary

Part 4 - Unit Types, Elements, Battle Boards & Battle Tips

Part 5 - Shop, Secret Shop, Inventory and Management

Part 6 - Secret Club (Adore), Secret Club (Unholy Board), Hell-Oh! Talk

Now, let's continue!

My Devils - General

For now, lets start with a general overview of the options you have— because there’s quite a few. We’ll delve more into levelling and upgrades soon. There’s a lot going on here, so I’ll give a brief explanation.

Information - Left Side

Name of the Devil (L-Grade devils tend to have an indicative word of the pose or version of them, as there will be multiple of them going forward)

Paraphilia - What gets that devil going

A brief explanation of who they are

The upside down crosses represent how many duplicates you’ve used to Evolve them (in this case, I’ve gotten four additional copies of Beelzebub)

Their rank and their current level

Their type— Light, fire, water, etc

Their range/style of fighting — in Beelzebub’s case he’s close range, but there’s others we’ll get to later when discussing battle

Stats — their current stats, such as attack, HP, their speed and how many enemies they are capable of blocking at once

Finally, icons that indicate their abilities— L-Grade’s have three of these, their normal attack, ultimate and a passive ability — we’ll elaborate soon

Information - Center

Floating next to the character is the artifact that’s currently equipped— if empty, the devil currently has none

The devil’s image

The first of the three square icons along the bottom, with the dripping heart, indicates the devils’ current affection/friendship level— this is raised by using them in battle (you unlock information, voice lines, comics, keys and tears through using them in battle)

The winking face will show you different expressions and voice lines as you unlock them through use

The magnifying glass will let you see their art fully, if applicable

Information - Right

In the top-right, you can use the options here to sort and choose to not show certain devil grades for ease of searching

A list of all devils you currently have, you can scroll through to see the information for each of them

A count of your devils out of all current devils available (for me 55/62)

They are ordered by rarity by default

Information - Bottom Options

Here’s where we’ll get into a lot more detail— I’m going to break these out into their own individual sections, so let’s get started!

My Devils - Raise

There’s some duplicate information on the left; so I’m not going to run through that again.

One difference, though, is that it shows you what the devil’s stats/level will become when you upgrade them.

What do you need?

All items that are required can be found along the right-hand side of the Raise screen, for levelling it’s simply Pure Gold and Crowley’s Magic Books (don’t worry if you don’t know where to get these yet!)

It shows you the Amount Required / Amount Possessed (i.e. 1,765 Pure Gold is required, and I have 769,263)

You can’t level in bulk, so be prepared to click level up as many times as you need/can— you can interrupt them while they talk, though! (I don’t suggest levelling devils like Phenix with your volume on if you’re not alone… just a warning!)

I’ve reached a milestone! What do I do?

Congrats— you’ve reached the first step of promotion! I’ll use Sitri for this example, because he’s still at level 20 for me.

To Promote a devil, it requires a bit more than just Gold and Books. Actually, it requires one of the most finite and slow resources you’ll find in WHB— Tears of Solomon!

It also requires a significant increase of Gold and Books— so you may need to do some grinding, but don’t worry I’ll tell you how soon if you don’t know. I’ll also talk about the items you find in this game further down.

You cannot continue to level until you promote your devil— and they will reach another milestone at 40, etc.

The costs will continue to raise as your devils get stronger. I highly suggest choosing a few to focus on, rather than attempting to do everyone at once.

Where do I find these items?

I'll be covering this in more detail when I reach these areas, but here's a basic breakdown.

Pure Gold - Completing levels, achievements, but primarily through Dark Sanctuary

Crowley's Books - Completing levels, achievements, but primarily through Dark Sanctuary

Tears of Solomon - Daily/Weekly Achievements, Daily Sign In Rewards, Shop, Various Mission Rewards (Look below for more details)

"Food" Item - Jellybeans, Gummies, Pudding-- you'll find all of these hidden away within the Dark Sanctuary

I seriously can’t find any Tears of Solomon?! Help?!

Don’t stress! As of the October 25, 2023 update, it’s not so bad anymore— additional ways have been added, and some limits have been upped. But here’s the main spots you’ll be finding these.

Guilty Gem Exchange House - 30 Per Day (Shop)

Pancake Exchange - 2 Per Week (Shop)

Necronomicon Exchange - 30 Per Week (Shop)

Daily Achievement - 1 Per Day

Weekly Achievement - 1 Per Week

96% “Affection” on your S-L Grade Devils - 10 per Devil

Mission Pass - 24 across various rewards

Event Shops - 30 per day (when available)

Daily Sign in - 24 over the course of 28 days

You can also get these from Solomon’s Levelup Support Pass in the shop— as it says, you get these rewards as you level up your account. There’s also a special premium reward for a price (if someone could remind me of how much this was, that’d be fantastic— I bought it after they lowered the price from the ridiculously high one they originally had).

Free Tears Rewards:

Level 10 - 5 Tears

Level 20 - 10 Tears

Level 30 - 10 Tears

Level 40 - 15 Tears

Level 50 - 20 Tears

Special Reward Pass Tears Rewards:

Level 15 - 5 Tears

Level 25 - 10 Tears

Level 35 - 10 Tears

Level 45 - 15 Tears

My Devils - Evolve

Here’s where you can put your duplicate devils to use! If you’ve gotten multiple copies of the same devil, coming to this screen will allow you to use the “Tealeaves” you get from the duplicates.

You can only Evolve a devil up to 5 times

If you've gotten a devil 6 times total-- congrats, you've maxed out their evolution

The benefits you'll unlock are listed on the lower left-hand side

Once maxed out, it will still say "Insufficient Tealeaves" even if you have them-- I'm not sure why they didn't change the UI

What if I get them a 7th time?

Easy! Excess tealeaves can be sold from your inventory-- that's coming up soon, as it's not very clear.

That’s really all there is to it!

My Devils - Skill

Hoo-boy, alright, here’s another place to use those Tears, gold, and another item we haven’t seen yet… but don’t worry, this isn’t something you need to worry about right away.

Getting skills to their third level is a good enough goal, at least when starting out.

Along the top of this screen you will see each skill a particular devil has available to it (the same you see indicated by icons on their information screen)

Tapping on one will switch your view to it, where you can view what it does, and level it up if you so choose

Most characters just have a basic attack and ultimate— but there’s some outliers

L-Grade devils also have an additional passive ability

And some odd characters, like Marbas, may only have one! (We just wheel him out and let him heal, it's fine)

But again, don’t stress about these quite yet— the game’s still new, we aren’t expected to have this all maxed out yet.

My Devils - Opinion

I won’t really dwell on this one — there isn’t much to say. Here you can find community opinions on the devil! It will tell you how many people have given their opinion, and show you the opinions on the right hand side.

You can sort them by likes (popularity) or how new they are— up to you!

Artifacts

These items you’ve gotten during your pulls in Contracts are essentially weapons for your devils— equipment that makes them stronger, and gives additional effects that can play a part during battle. Some are more useful than others, but reading what they can do is important.

Also, don’t be afraid to switch them up.

You can access your artifacts two ways— for now, we’ll focus on accessing them directly through the My Devils screen, so also explain equipping them.

How Do I Equip Artifacts?

Right beside the image of your devil, to the left of him, will be a circular icon, tap it!

If it’s empty, it will immediately take you to select from artifacts you own

You can tap on any artifacts you’re interested in to read more about them, including a brief story-like description and the artifact’s effect during battle

Below the image of the artifact, it will tell you it’s current stats— how much attack and health it’s providing to the devil you’ll equip it to

How Do I Change Artifacts?

Once you’ve equipped an artifact, it’ll show up in that same little circular icon beside them (with upside down crosses just like the devil— hint hint, they have the same mechanic)!

This time, it’ll bring up a menu that will show you your currently selected artifact, with its description, level and effect.

Below, you click the purple button labeled “Replace.” Now you’ll be taken to the same selection screen you encountered when selecting it to begin with.

How Do I Enhance Artifacts?

The same as above, you’ll want to tap on that circular icon again, and this time click the purple button labeled “Enhance.”

This will take you to a similar select screen… but there’s a big difference.

Artifacts require other artifacts, or an item called “Artifact Enhancement Stone” to level up, along with Pure Gold

Using Artifact Enhancement Stones is cheaper— it requires less Pure Gold, but chances are you won’t have all that many of them. That’s okay!

We’ll feed the artifact other ones you don’t need or want to use, unfortunately that’s just the way it is

DON’T use copies of the same artifact to level it, though!

Levelling these can be expensive— so you may need to grind some Pure Gold

Example of Cost:

For me to level a level 1 artifact to level 10, using only B-Grade artifacts as fodder, it will cost me 16,000 Pure Gold— and it only escalates from there!

How do I get Artifact Enhancement Stones?

You can get these from the shop or achievements!

They aren’t all that hard to build up, so don’t waste resources in the shop unless you absolutely feel you need to

They provide some exp, but significantly less than regular artifacts (at least from my experience)

I Can’t Level My Artifact Anymore?! - Let’s Evolve it then!

Yep, these also have milestones and caps just like devils— only it’s a lot less clearly indicated. Don’t worry if you didn’t understand what it wants from you, they don’t tell you well at all.

When an artifact is at its current max level, you need to select a copy of the same artifact to feed it. Once you do, you’ll be able to go back to levelling it until you reach the next cap, rinse and repeat!

That means, just like devils, you’ll need six copies of an artifact to “max” the evolution.

Unlike devils, though, its levelling is directly tied to it.

In Part 3, we'll cover Story and Dark Sanctuary!

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb prettybusy #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb help #whb guide #~Astro Guides

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checanty · 1 year

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HELLO, I’ve teamed up with Drink and Draw Berlin for another online workshop, this time about how to do the whole freelance illustrator thing. I’d like to stress this is an ONLINE workshop, meaning you can participate wherever you are in the world, though you may want to check time zones as this is live. Tickets HERE. ____ So you want to be a freelance illustrator. Or perhaps you’re not even quite sure you want to be a freelance illustrator. You mostly want to pay your bills by making art or making art for a living (those are not the same thing, mind you. ’A living’ should include more than paying bills, right?). Now, freelance illustration is, in my humble opinion, the most straightforward way of making money as an artist. That’s why I do it. It’s still a bit bonkers, the way any career in the arts is a bit bonkers, and it can be intimidating to get started. For one thing, there’s your least favorite aunt, the well-meaning teacher, and society, in general, telling you *not to do it* because you will starve and die on the streets despite the existence of successful illustrators who are doing *just fine*. There’s also a reality in which being an illustrator is totally possible, but it’s not easy, at times confusing, and definitely scary. I mean, it’s also *the best job*, but it’s anxiety-inducing all the time. Ok, not all the time. But often. And most certainly when you’re just starting out. How do you find clients? How do clients find you? How often are you allowed to send somebody your portfolio without being annoying and is it normal if there’s no reply (freebie: Yes—yes it’s very normal.) And once you do get clients, the issues don’t end: How much do you charge, what does a contract look like, and when does your client take suspiciously long to reply? What if you cannot make a deadline—will you actually die aka never work again in the industry unless you change your identity? It’s A LOT. Especially if you have an anxious-perfectionist disposition that is trying very hard to convince you of your own inadequacy. I’ve been a freelance illustrator for eight years now, my friends call me ’established’ (whatever that really means), and I believe I have learned a whole lot in those years, enough that I feel confident I have something to teach, but I’m still learning myself every day because this is a weird little career you’re planning on pursuing and it’s different for everybody. I won’t promise you a career in freelance illustration as soon as you’ve taken my workshop. That’s more of a long-term project and less of a two day affair. I do, however, promise that I will do my best to clear up some of the confusion and give you the best tools I know for succeeding in this shared dream of ours. This is the kind of workshop I wish my art school had offered. We won’t have enough time to get into each of your individual hopes and fears in detail, but I want to make sure I’ll answer as many of your questions as possible so that by the end of this workshop you’ll hopefully have a good grip on what’s next for you and where your journey is headed.

#Workshop!!#I am terrified and excited!!#Join me join me!

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Typical Girls Sleepover

Summary: Soliel and Daseos have a sleepover! Collab Drabble between myself and @byrdstrolls Art by Byrdstrolls Word Count: 2651

As soon as she saw the car pull up Soliel went flying down the steps, pulling her jacket fully on as she went. She skidded to a halt next to the already beginning to roll down the driver’s side window. The conversation inside did not halt, so the rust was able to catch the back end of it.

“-ake sure you have everyone’s phone numbers Daseos”

“I do! G-d!!! I lived on the streets for MONTHS, remember?” She insists.

“The streets are one thing, a fucking, highblood neighborhood is another-” Hanagi mutters, and then jumps several figurative feet in the air out of startlement as she notices she’s been cursing and talking about hemophobia in front of a child that’s not Daseos. “Hi Soliel” She says, leaning an elbow on the side of the car, so naturally. Nice save.

Soliel chimed in, chirping in the manner often found with her “The closest neighbors are preeeetty far away no worries Doc” she beamed as the driver finally turned to look at her with a worried look etched into her face.

“Well thanks” The rustblood replies. “You seem particularly chipper”

“I get to spend the day with my best friend in all the universe! Of course I’m excited! Wanna see my horns I’ve been following your instructions to the letter I literally can not feel them right now totally numb” She tilted her head so the other could see the flat top of her horns, then reached up and tapped them “It’s weird actually knowing I should be able to feel them but can’t!” By this point, Daseos had gotten out of the car, holding her overnight bag carefully.

“Good, Das is gonna help you get the prosthetics on, not being able to feel your horns will make that easier. Be safe, both of you, and try to make sure you get SOME sleep.”

“You’re not my lusus!” Daseos insists, running over to hug her friend.

“I’ll keep an eye on her doc” Soliel salutes over the hug to the adult. “I��ll make sure she sleeps”

“You better” Hanagi mutters, sighing as she watches Daseos go, before finally driving off. Daseos turns to her, grinning.

“I got everything we need” She says, pat patting her bag.

Soliel grinned back “Great! I have things set up inside, we should wait till daybreak so everyone’s asleep, so uh… what do you want to do until then?” She started to lead her best friend into the massive mansion via a side door closer to her portion of it. “Maybe we can do my horn thing, and then hang out in the ball pit, uhm, if you want”

“YOU HAVE A BALL PIT‽”

“Uhm, yeah! Erik got it for me after I lamented that they don’t make them big enough once you’re no longer a wriggler and also they’re disgusting and full of germs” she held the door open. “Once you help get my caps on I’ll show it to you! I also got us matching bathrobes and they’re made from this fabric that originates off-planet, the softest thing you’ve ever felt I promise.”

“Thanks” Daseos replies, feeling a persistent ever so slight guilt inside her, that of a girl not used to having rich friends and being given luxurious things.

The two fell into chatter that jumped topics several times, weaving through everything but aliens to empire politics though neither ever seemed lost by the flow. They headed into Soliel’s bathroom, where the rust settled down on the edge of her bathtub so Daseos could easily reach the top of her head.

“Hanagi says normally this would hurt a lot which I guess makes sense especially for you since your horns are weird-“ She starts.

“Hey!” Soliel retorts.

“It’s true! Weird is cool!! I wish MY horns could glow! Anyway hopefully they’re actually as numb as they seem you know because it would suck if you ended up in pain”

“Yeah true we have waaaaay too much going on later” Soliel giggled until a small bonk from Das reminded her to hold still. She went rigid, even her chest barely moving as she breathed in and out.

“Okay-” Daseos says, bracing herself. “This should be easy, but you might get a headache later as the extra weight settles in. Buuuuuuut” Das’ tongue stuck out a bit from the corner of her mouth as she messed with the horn caps “that should do it!” She grins holding up her friend's head to face the mirror.

“Get the light!!” Soliel requests, kicking her feet in excitement.

“RIGHT” Daseos says, flicking off the bathroom’s light switch, and then eyes widening in wonder as she looks at her friend’s prosthetics glowing faintly in the block. “Yooooooooo” The jadeblood whispers in an unexpected moment of barely contained excitement.

Her friend sits up from the chair, laughing in child-like glee and spinning in circles, watching her horns in the mirror.

“You’re gonna be the coolest medium in the world, you know that?” Daseos says. “She’s gonna come straight out of the afterlife and say those caps are SICK”

After twisting in the mirror a moment, the joy from seeing her horns complete for the first time since The Incident caused the rest of them begin to glow to match the caps. Soliel wiped the forming tears away, and turned to Daseos. “Okay I know I said we should wait until sunrise BUT no one bothers me over here and Erik’s probably busy anyway so what if we went and set up now.” She bounced on her toes a bit, then grabs her friend's arm and pulls her out the room and down the hall. “Come on, if it goes well we can put our robes on and watch a movie after!”

“What if it doesn’t go well?” Daseos jokes. “Can we still do that?”

Her personal room had most things on the sides, with a lot of clear space in the middle other than a rug, which she pulled off to the side. “Of course we can but obviously how well it goes will dictate our movie choice, trust me I’m an expert” with the floor now clear, Soliel quickly got to work drawing on it.

“Right” Daseos says, nodding solemnly, she goes over and sets down her bag, pouring several items out of it.

“Okay hand me everything you got to bring her here, based on what you’ve told me about her I uh-“ the rust took a moment to pull something out from behind a pillow on the nearby couch. It was a stuffed octopus “I finished fixing this guy up for her. Look! One of its tentacles even had to be patched with another color on the end because it was missing.” She gently set that in the circle.

“Yeah,” Daseos says. “She loved uh, sea animals” She says, honestly knowing close to nothing about Twitch. “And Ghost energy drinks” The jade says, referring to the brand and not the fact Twitch would be a ghost, setting a few inside the circle, “Mondes says her apartment was covered in them- and I got her five caegers” Daseos continues, dropping the bill in the circle, making a strange collection of sparse offerings.

“She loved five caegers?” Soliel questions.

“She was an evil fleet lady, of course she loved money!” Das insists. “And this stuff was all I could find in my hive” She adds, sheepishly.

“That makes sense” Sol nods in agreement. “If it doesn’t work the first time we’ll go dig in the cushions of the BIG couch and see if we can find anything extra” as she settled comfortably. “Now, did you bring-“ a vague hand gesture to indicate what she meant was given.

“Th-thony” Daseos grins, setting down the money object in the center of the circle, the thing they were most sure Twitch had at least something of an emotional connection too. “I told Hanagi I needed him for a science project eheheh. She can’t say no to science.”

That got a laugh. “Okay yeah that’s fair. Sorry Th-thony, I got some plant food for you as an apology for once this is over, that works for a plant right? Also that wasn’t a TOTAL lie this is kind of a science project, the project is uhm” she paused, trying to figure out how to word it.

“Necromancy” Daseos replies. “Ecology. Whatever”

“Psychology maybe” she nods, then giggles

“Definitely psychology!” Daseos laughs. “It’s Twitch.”

“Alright, I’m ready when you are”

The jadeblood inhales, staring at the pile of assorted items. It was enough- it had to be. Strange that Twitch could have had such a lasting impact on every single one of them, yet when searching for material proof of who she was, what she even wanted, what she stood for- the tangible results are so depressingly meager. Newly determined to do her due diligence as a necromancer following Ailzea’s ask-first model, she looks her friend in the eye.

“I’m ready,” She says. The tone of the night shifts ever so slightly, the girls taking on a somber air as the blinds moved just a bit in the wind.

Soliel nodded in solemn understanding, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, putting her hands flat on the ground in front of her. Breath in, breath out, the room seems to fall colder. In, out, the very shadows start to shift and twist around her. In, out, the glow from her horns fades, but then she opens her eyes and the glow from them more than makes up for it. The uncovered one glows red, and purple light seeps out from under the eyepatch over the other.

A thin pink line dances above Th-thony’s steam like a seam, slipping in and out of existence like a trail of smoke. Daseos watches it with wary trepidation and anticipation, glancing back and forth from Soliel to the plant.

When the rust speaks, there’s an almost musical quality to it. “We want to speak to you, so please come forth.”

The pine line sparks suddenly, as if lashing out in a burst of emotion. And suddenly, the specter is there, flicking in the moonlight, seeming more star than girl in many ways, her tangible form volatile, but her mouth seems to find the grace to form words, the first thing to fall from her mouth is predictably bitter

“Ha Ha” The ghost of Twitch Monark says, staring down Daseos as if Soliel were not even there. “Why would you wanna talk to me?” She says.

This seems to stump Daseos temporarily. She seems caught up in seeing the woman face to face for the first time since she had arrested Mondes outside that motel, trenches of old hurt she thought were long buried digging their way to the surface.

“Because” she stumbles. “Can we bring you back to life?”

“What?” She replies.

“What?” Daseos says.

“We want to bring you back to life!” Soliel says. “Is that okay?”

“Okay?” Twitch says, looking through the pile of offerings. “First of all- not a thing you can do. Death is famously permanent” she mansplains. “Second, why would you do that?”

“Me and my family have discussed it,” Daseos says solemnly. “And we want to give you another chance.”

“Well now I KNOW you’re lying” Twitch replies.

“I’m not!” Daseos insists.

“The Cheongs aren’t idiots,” she says.

“Yes they are!” The kid retorts. “I mean! No they’re not!” She corrects, tripping over her words.

Soliel had to choke back laughter at that, clearing her throat instead.

“Exactly. So even if necromancy was real- big IF- they wouldn’t use it on me.” She says.

“M’am I am literally sitting here glowing and talking to you after dragging you as a ghost to here. Can you not act like necromancy is nothing because like- it’s happening, right now.” Soliel argues.

“Oh I’m ALIVE right now?” Twitch retorts. Poking a hand through her body, turning into a burst of light and back again. “This is how my alive body works?”

“Necromancy has different levels OBVIOUSLY jeez I thought you were supposed to be the fancy smart one.” The six sweep old roasts.

“I shoulda brought Marsie” Daseos muses.

“You what?” Twitch stutters.

“I brought Marsie back to like” She subtlety brags. “I coulda brought him here to show you.”

“Your story grows more ludicrous by the second” Twitch hisses.

“Have you seen him around the afterlife?” The teenager says.

The ghost stares at her, beaten. “Well- no” She says. “Could be unrelated” She mumbles. “Maybe he’s avoiding me. Besides! That’s obviously what you’d say if you were attempting to endear yourself to me” She accuses.

Daseos takes a moment to grab her phone, looking through her photos for an age. Before flipping it over and showing a photo of her and Marsie taken a couple weeks ago.

The seadweller stares at it. Dumbfounded. She inhales.

“Could be doctored,” She says.

“Are you kidding me?” Daseos hisses.

“None of this makes sense” The violetblood complains, “And nobody wants me back alive! She says, throwing up her hands and storming off.

Soliel clears her throat, and simply summons her again, the ghost appearing again in the circle. She glares at them.

“Why wouldn’t they want you back alive?” Soliel asks.

“A hundred billion reasons.” She replies.

“Hanagi misses you,” Daseos says quietly.

The woman inhales, pained. “Hanagi maybe. Maybe once in a blue moon Hanagi misses me but the rest of them? You can’t expect me to believe that.”

“Have you considered that maybe, just maybe, people would be willing to believe you are able to change? That Hanagi’s opinions may have affected others?” She speaks softly now, the rust does, unsure if it’s really her place to speak.

“Sure. Hanagi just walked up to the rest of them and said let's resurrect Monark and they were like "you know what, sure”” She rambles, sarcastically. “They totally just forgot about all the attempted murder I did. They just listen to whatever Hanagi says.”

“You’re such a child” Daseos says, in a disquieted awe of the woman’s immaturity, which even she, the six sweep old, can parse. “Let’s say they did-”

“They didn’t” She retorts.

“Let’s say they did,” Daseos insists. “Wouldn’t you want to do right by them?” She says. “If Hanagi fought them on it- on your behalf”

The ghost pauses, flickering again as she is overcome with emotion.

“Necromancy isn’t real,” She says.

“Uuuuuugh do you want me to send a taxi for Marsie?” Soliel says, exasperated.

“Will you ANSWER THE QUESTION” Daseos says, fed up. “If none of this is real- it doesn’t matter. But if it WERE. play pretend. Do you want to live?”

The ghost flickers so much she nearly vanishes into that unknowable either. Lost and faint as she was when she was alive. This hollowed out trace of a person. Her form falls apart, until it's not even clear it’s a troll anymore. Just shapes and colors, pinks and purples, the nebula thrashes, caught in some silent violence. The air rustles through Th-thony’s leaves.

“Okay, I’ll play pretend” Monark says, voice quiet and wavering with no discernible source.

“I want to live,” She says. And Daseos shoulders ease. Her eyes close, in a silent, raw relief.

“Okay” She says. “Thank you” she says, not knowing what she was saying it for. “I’ll see you soon” The child promises.

A pink hand snakes out of the void, grabbing the five dollar bill from the tiny altar.

“I’m keeping this” She says, dragging it to whatever ghost realm, and then she’s gone.

Soliel waits until she is fully sure the spirit is gone before cutting the connection off, the glow within the room fading and the shadows settling unnoticed back to their usual positions. “Well. I think that went well.”

“Yeah” Daseos says, dazed. “I guess that could have gone worse”

#My Writing #Friend Writing #Friend Art #Soliel Laambe

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you-remind-me-of-the-babe · 10 months

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I’m gonna do some fic recs today! Let’s goooo!

What Remains After the Storm, Complete, 86k, rated M by @hushed-chorus

This fic completely sucked me in and transported me to another world. Simon is a goatherd in a small seaside town who finds a nearly drowned man he rescues, only to find out it’s someone important from his past who also happens to be under a Fae curse that has turned him into a merman. The author weaves incredible lore, lush descriptions of harsh but beautiful settings and a meticulous plot that will blow you away. Plus! This fic is accompanied by a staggering amount of gorgeous art by @erzbethluna that compliments the story in such a delightful way. (Seriously, these two are geniuses.)

Swords into Plowshares, Complete, 6.5k, rated T by @ileadacharmedlife

I don’t often click on fics with the crack tag, but if they’re anything like this fic then I am thoroughly missing out! It’s a simple premise. Baz feels jealous that Simon is spending so much time with his new Excalibur sword. This silly yet sexy fic had me cackling with glee at nearly every turn. Come for the sword innuendos and stay for Baz’s paranoia clashing with Simon’s enthusiasm.

A Gift From the Propheseals, Complete, ~7k, rated E by @skeedelvee

Simon is sent on a mission to ask the propheseals to grant him visions to help with defeating the Humdrum and instead is gifted with visions of a future with Baz that is very different than what Simon would expect from his nemesis. This fic is tender, sexy and sweet and is accompanied with fantastic art by @letraspal that really adds a dreamlike quality to Simon’s visions. This premise is so creative and at just under 7k you will devour it quickly and be left with a warm feeling in your chest.

The Sexual Education of Simon Snow, Complete, ~15k, rated E by @eelwinks (LakeWitch on AO3)

Watford-era, Agatha wants to have sex so Simon sets off on a journey of educating himself on the intricacies of the act, with the help of his dread companion, and to the consternation of his roommate. I know, I know, this is an older fic, but some of us are slow readers and take a while to get to things. If you’re like me and you missed this one (or have been meaning to get to it) you should go for it. Of course the sexual tension between Simon and Baz is delicious but also I thoroughly enjoyed Penny bravely trying to teach her friend about sex with nearly zero boundaries.

Personal Best [Link to the Podfic version] Complete, 36min, rated T, written by @scone-lover and read by @petrodobreva

Man, there are some fabulous podfics in this fandom, and if you haven’t checked any out yet, this is a great one to start with. This Normal AU features Simon and Baz as rivals on the same swim team and does a beautiful job showing the progression of Simon’s admiration, frustration and feelings of inadequacy morphing into attraction and want. And @petrodobreva adds a rich layer of brilliant characterization, coupled with lovely voices/accents and extra touches of sound effects and music. Plus, if you like this one, she has a couple of other CO podfics that are done with equally superb levels of production.

And We Still Do, Complete, 8k, rated T by @facewithoutheart

Another one that came out months ago that I missed! This fic is really like 5+1 mini-fics, imagining Simon and Baz meeting in various different AUs. Each one is a mini world the author crafts beautifully in a short time, pulling you in and making you feel as if you’ve read 20k in each of them. My particular fave was Simon and Baz meeting at 5 years old, but honestly, they are all fantastic. Do yourself a favor and immerse yourself in each of these worlds. You won’t regret it.

That’s it from me for now! I’ve read other great fics but I’ll save them for another time. Thank you to everyone who continues to tag me btw! I love reading your stuff and hopefully I’ll have words of my own to share soon.

#fic rec #carry on fanfiction #snowbaz #I’m still writing I promise but it’s still been slow going and I continue to not really have anything I think is worth sharing #soon I hope!

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hi um i really really liked your covert spy transmission message and i just wanted to say i thought it was really cool with the puzzle inherently focusing the reader closer on the words combined with Multiple layers of the puzzle and the transmission itself just generally being a warning about the things that are About to be done to the reader?

anyways i’m totally normal about this i swear. Very cool piece of art and, wow.

Thank you! It’s a piece I’m pretty proud of, and I’m hoping i can do more like it soon enough! I’m working on another script that’s similar that takes place right after with the same concepts, yet also has some different ideas behind it within the whole espionage trope. Hopefully soon I’ll be able to get that one out, but for now it’s simply one script I absolutely loved writing!

(For those that haven’t got a chance to read it, here’s your little shameless plug.)

#hypnosis #sleeper agent series

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Military School Pt.2

Apologies for taking so long on this. Life got a little hectic around Christmas time, and I just haven't had the time since. But things have finally calmed down enough that I had the chance to make those edits.

But here is part 2, I will get part 3 up as soon as possible. But it might take a bit since I have to re-write it. And hopefully I can get more Cecil art done. As well as drawing his dad because, fuck it, why not.

Link to Pt.1

TW: blood, injuries, mentions of the foster system

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Walking through the empty halls with his father, there was a growing tension between the two. He was dreading the ride home, knowing as soon as they stepped through the door, he was gonna be on the receiving end of a tongue lashing. While his dad rarely yelled at him, this situation was different. He was on the verge of getting kicked out of the only high school in town and there weren’t many options for him.

Exiting the school, he was hit by the warm evening air. Despite the sun nearly being down, the air still felt sticky. Looking around he noticed only a handful of cars in the parking lot. Given how long he had been sitting in the office he wasn’t surprised. Normally he would’ve been home by now, but he wasn’t expecting to get into a fight after school. A fight that the jackass senior started and was blaming him for. In his own defense, he didn’t throw the first punch. But it didn’t matter.

Reaching his dads’ car, he reached for the door handle before being stopped when his dad called for him. “Hold up. Let me check your nose first.”

Turning around, he faced his dad and braced himself. As his father’s fingers prodded at his nose, pain erupted, and he violently jerked back.

His dad hummed, “Hmmm… should be an easy fix. I can put it back into place as soon as we get home.”

His father stepped back and walked around to the drivers’ side. Sighing, he pulled open the passenger side door and slid in. Shutting the door behind him. As he buckled himself in, his dad started the car and pulled out of the parking space.

For the most part it was a quiet ride, the radio was off, and the only other sounds would be the occasional passing car that would break the silence.

A few minutes go by when he finally mustered the courage to say something, “So, should I be packing my bags for Marlin academy?”

For what felt like forever they both sat there in silence, nothing but road noise filling the void.

His dad sighs, “Were you telling the truth? Were you really just protecting your friend?”

“Yeah, that senior threw the first punch when I went to talk to him.”

“You really went to just talk?” His dad raised his brow.

“Yeah, I really tried to deal without fighting this time.”

His dad got quiet for a moment, “I know you wouldn’t throw the first punch without a good reason. You’re not getting off easy at home by the way, you will be doing all the schoolwork you’re gonna be missing as well as extra chores…” His dad paused for a second, “You really went off on that kid, not gonna lie though, he did kind of deserve it. Probably learned to act that way from his dad.”

“Kind of like how I got my foul mouth from you?”

His dad chuckled softly, “Yeah kind of… Listen, you can’t keep getting into fights, or at least ones that severe. One day someone will call the cops on you, and I won’t be able to help you. I know you don’t like it when assholes get away with doing bad shit, but you can’t always take justice into your own hands. You’ll find yourself in a situation where you’ll just have to accept the consequences.”

Looking down at his hands, they ached in pain. And he knew they were gonna be bruised tomorrow. He started to use the rag to try and wipe off the blood.

His dad must’ve seen him messing with his hands, “Knuckles hurt?”

“Yeah, a little bit.” He replied as he rubbed his thumb in between in knuckles.

His dad smirked, “I’ll get you some ice when we get home. Hopefully you didn’t break anything, I can’t do anything about that. Honestly… and I’m not trying to encourage you or anything, but I’m impressed that you were able to kick his ass.”

He smiled, “Kinda makes you think that he’s not all that great of a football player.”

The older Stedman laughed, “Haha, no shit. I wonder what’s more hurt his ego, for getting his ass handed to him by a 14-year-old, or the fact that he’s gonna be missing some games till he’s off probation?”

“Probably both.”

Silence quickly took over, nothing but the sound of the road and the occasional passing car.

After a couple minutes they finally pull into the driveway of their little home. Hopping out of the car, he started to make his way to the front door when he heard his dad call him.

“Go get the first aid kit and meet me in the bathroom, gotta get the mail first.”

Nodding his head, he bounds up the front porch and unlocks the front door. Going inside. and goes straight for the first aid kit in the laundry room. Grabbing it, he darts to the bathroom down the hall and sets it on the bathroom counter.

Looking in the mirror, the skin under his eyes and across his nose was starting to change color; his lip swollen. Dried blood stained the lower half of his face and neck.

As he inspected his face, he heard the door open and shut. Keys being tossed into the bowl by the door. And his father’s footsteps coming towards the bathroom.

Turning to the door, his dad stood there. “You may want to leave your shirt on, it’s already ruined. Might as well use it to keep blood from getting anywhere else.”

Nodding his head, he stepped aside to let his dad grab what he needed.

“You know the drill, edge of the tub.” His dad washed his hands, glancing over at him briefly. “Do you need something to bite on?”

Thinking back to the last time he broke his nose, he remembered how he had bitten his cheek so hard last time he could taste blood for nearly two weeks straight. “Yeah, I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

His dad held out a scrap of leather that came from an old belt. Taking it, he remembered all the times he’s had to bite down on it when he got hurt. Usually from doing something stupid, like the time he climbed the tree in the backyard and the branch he was stepping on broke out from under him; resulting in a nasty cut on his leg that required stitches. Putting the scrap between his teeth, he braced himself.

Finished at the sink, his dad sat down on the toilet, “Alright, the sooner this is done the sooner I can start dinner. You ready?”

Taking a deep breath, he nodded. He watched as his dad used a little rod to push the broken bit of bone back into place. Biting down on the leather, he squeezed his eyes shut. Trying his best to block out the pain.

With a click, he felt his nose pop back into place. Slowly opening his eyes, tears blurred his vision. Through blurry vision he watched as his dad’s packed his nose with gauze. Which only sent more pain throughout his face. Blinking, he cleared his vision and looked at his dad. The same serious expression plastered on his face.

Soon his nose was all patched up and his dad leaned back, “Alright you’re all done, you know the drill be careful with your nose. Painkillers are in the cupboard, make sure you take it now, so it’ll kick in sooner.” His dad stood up and was about halfway out of the bathroom door before stopping, “Oh, and take a shower before dinner, you’re uh… smelling a little ripe. And be sure to tape up your nose as soon as you’re done.”

Nodding his head, he watched as his dad strolled out of the bathroom. Leaving him to get cleaned up. Standing up, he went to his room. Rifling through his closet for clean clothes. Grabbing the first thing he saw; he quickly went back to the bathroom, taking the painkillers before hopping into the shower. Within 15 minutes he’s cleaned up. Before exiting, he taped his nose up. Silently, he walked out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen, ruined shirt in hand.

Walking into the kitchen, his dad had his back to him. Focused on the stove, finishing up their dinner.

Holding up his shirt, he makes his presence known, “Hey dad, inside or outside garbage?”

His dad turns his head, “Hm? Oh, uh, outside, just make sure you bury it under the other stuff. Hate for the raccoons to shred your shirt on the front lawn.” His dad chuckled. “That’d be an awkward conversation with the neighbors, don’t want them to think I beat you. Dinner will be ready any second, made some soup, so be quick.”

Going out the backdoor, he walked over to the garbage can. Pulling off the lid, and pulling a few bags out, before burying the shirt deep in the trash. Replacing the lid, he went back in the side door and looked into the dining room, his dad already sitting at the table.

His dad motioned for him to join, “Dinner’s ready.”

Sitting across from his dad, the two of them silently ate their dinner.

As he ate, the situation of the whole situation started to settle in. Causing a knot to form in his stomach. Setting the spoon down, he stared at the bowl in front of him. Wondering what was going to happen.

His dad noticed, “You okay? Does it hurt to eat?”

Shaking his head, he continued to stare at the bowl, “Do you think they’re gonna believe me? I know you said you weren’t gonna send me to military school, but it’s not like there any other high school in town. Except maybe the Catholic school.”

His dad set his elbows on the table and put his hands together. He was quiet for a minute and sighed. “I’m not sure. Honestly, it seemed like principal Owens was on your side, considering how ‘jackass’ had reacted, but I’m not sure. I’m certainly not sending you to the Catholic school. Nothing against the church, I just don’t think it would be a good idea to send you to a Catholic school. You’d get yourself kicked out on day one. No offense kid, but you swear too much for someone your age. But that’s on me. As for the military school, it may be our only option, considering driving you back and forth to the next town over wouldn’t make things easy.”

His dad leaned back in the kitchen chair, “You may have screwed the pooch on this one kid. But no matter what happens we’ll figure something out, we always do.”

He laughed nervously, “You could always send me to live aunt Sarah or uncle Ollie, and I could go to school where they live.”

His dad stiffened up, and his expression changed to one that was a mixture of sadness and concern. “Hey, hey! I don’t want to hear that. I threaten you a lot with military school, but I’m not gonna send you off to live with relatives. I refuse to be one of those parents that pawns their kid off on someone else when they get out of hand. I know I’m a bit of a hardass, but I just want what’s best for you.”

His dad rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “I didn’t have my parent’s growing up, and I don’t want you to go through something like that. It doesn’t matter if they are my siblings, I’ve got nothing against them, but I want to raise my own damn child."

A sad silence took over the Stedman household, both of them staring at their dinner. A twinge of guilt rose in his chest; his dad rarely talking about being raised in the foster system after his mom had died, but he should’ve known better than to bring it up.

He sheepishly broke the silence, “Dad, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

“Don’t be, we both got screwed in the family department.” His dad scoffed, “I mean for fucks sake the only person I’ve met on your mother’s side, is your mother.”

The rest of dinner passed quietly, and the two did their evening routines, winding down from a hectic day. Hunched over his homework, he heard a knock at his bedroom door. Looking at the door, his dad stood in the open doorway.

“Lights out kid, you may not be going to school tomorrow, but you’re not staying up all night.”

Nodding his head, he closed his math book and sat up, “Yes sir.”

His dad then walked away leaving the door open, light from the hallway illuminating his room. Getting up from his desk, he shut off the desk lamp as he walked away. Padding off to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Looking in the mirror, a large purple bruise had begun to grow. Spreading across his cheeks and his nose. Sighing, he spit out the remaining toothpaste in his mouth and went back to his room. Exhausted, he crawled into bed. Reaching up he shut off the lights above his bed and quickly passed out.

#cecil stedman #invincible show #invincible #tw: injury #tw: blood #so i sorta imagine that cecil grew up in alabama #why because his va is from there and i can just sorta see it #his dads a good dad #despite being a hardass #but his dad is sorta strict cause he was in the military #his mom on the other hand is not #i should really get those family headcannons out #soon i'll get them out soon #his dad is sorta the reason he is the way he is

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greenfuls-secret-chambers · 1 year

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Warning: Smut, minors DNI

Not another Lupin Fanfic!

Chapter One

This was it. Your last year of being a Hogwarts student. Fumbling around, throwing your robes on, you looked into the mirror and sighed.

Leaving Hogwarts was something you were dreading. Your home life was a mess. To put it nicely, you parents were pieces of shit. All they give a damn about is drinking. You can’t even think back to a time when everything was alright. Hell, just last week before leaving, you dad had blacked your moms eyes and the neighbors had alerted the police. It could have stopped there, but your mother refused to press charges, just like the last couple of times.

On the bright side you had received a decent amount of job offers from the ministry. So at least you could get to work as soon as you’re graduated, hopefully finding a place you could finally call your own.

The only issue is the ministry was all over the place recently. With Voldemort returning, so much propaganda was being put out that Harry was just lying out of his ass. Seeing all the crazy shit happen first hand, you knew what the truth was. All of it just frustrated you. We are at the beginning of our demise and no one seems to give a shit.

So, as you finished putting your hair up, you ran out the door making sure not to be late to your first class.

Running down the hall you heard someone call your name.

“Hey y/n!” As you look behind your shoulder, Fred was rushing through the halls to walk with you. “

“You’re headed to potions right?” He asked.

“Sadly yes.” you responded, “Hopefully Snape isn’t such a pain in the arse this year,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I don’t think I can deal with him much longer.”

“Y/n come on now, this is Snape we are talking about, Merlin could strike him and he’d still be a dick afterwards.” Fred laughed.

…

For being your first day, it kind of dragged. Potions was insufferable as always, Snape was going on about what he expects from his students in his monotone voice, basically saying he’s not taking any shit this year.

Draco had threw his mandrake at Neville causing him to faint in Herbology. That little weasel would get his one day and you couldn’t wait to see it.

Then there was McGonagall’s class. Luckily for you, it always come naturally, it was always an interesting subject in your opinion. So you didn’t sweat when she had assigned a 2 page essay.

Now, half way through your day, seated in the great hall for lunch, you started to feel overwhelmed. Everyone was catching up with their friends from last year. Because of the noise it was hard to keep up with the conversation in front of you.

“… Y/N! “

Well that snapped you back.

You turned to look at Hermione. “Huh? What did I miss?” You cocked your head to the side, waiting for her to respond.

“Are you’re okay? You don’t seem like your normal self.” She asked.

“It’s just the noise. I’ve dealt with enough screaming over summer break.” You groaned.

Ron spoke up, “Y/N, my mother already said you are welcome anytime. So just come bunk with us next break.”

Thank god for the Weaslys. Ever since you had met Fred and George in your first year, they had become your second family.

“Honestly Ron, I think I’m going to take you up on that offer.” You smiled.

You looked around, noticing someone was missing.

“Hey guys, where’s Harry?”

“Oh, Harry’s still with the Dark Arts Professor. Apparently he knew his parents and had some questions.” Hermione stated.

Next thing you knew, everyone started to get up and make their way to their next class.

You stood up from your seat, “Well it looks like I’ll catch up with you guys later, I’m off to defense against the dark arts.”

The three of you said goodbye and made your way out of the great hall.

…

Walking into the classroom, you noticed the smell of warm tea and chocolate. It smelled so much better than when Lockhart had occupied the classroom. It had always smelled of cheap cologne and aftershave when he had taught. It was so pungent you could swear it burned all of the hairs in your nose.

You quickly took you seat and waited for everyone to gather in and do the same. Suddenly you see a very tall man run down the from office in a hurry.

“Hello everyone! I’m Professor Lupin, I will be your defense against the dark arts professor. I look forward to teaching you everything you need to protect yourself, if the time ever called on it.” He smiled.

He was handsome and you took notice to it very quickly. From the way he looked to how he spoke, you were instantly infatuated. For the entirety of the class you couldn’t take your eyes off of him with his messy hair and bright smile. You could have swore he had caught you staring a few times.

After class you made your way to the second-floor girls lavatory.

During your third year you had stumbled into this one by accident and never really used the main one again. The main reason, no one ever used it. The only downside being Moaning Myrtle, but after a few months of going back and forth with her, she had just decided to give you your privacy.

As you drew your bath, you could help but think back to your last class. Professor Lupin was something. It didn’t even embarrass you that you were already picturing yourself under this man. All you could do is just blush and let your mind wonder.

You climbed in the huge tub and let your thoughts take a hold of you, slipping your hand down to your core.

“Maybe one day.” You sighed as you sunk down into your bath.

….

A few months have gone by. You’ve had no problem settling into your classes. This was your 7th year after all , so it was easy to get into the routine you had known so well.

Homework on the other hand was rully. Between Snape and McGonagall, essays where piling up. Transformations was still your favorite class but just the sheer amount of work was stressing you out.

Potions on the other hand has never been your strong suit, just today alone you had mixed up your notes and brewed Dizziness Draught.

Now this wouldn’t of been a problem but you had gotten a wif and fell right on your arse. Snape being the asshole he is, gave you a weeks detention. But the rest of your day went rather well.

DADA was your last class of the day. It always went quickly, or at least to it did to you. You always made sure to finish your assignments early just so you could sit and watch Professor Lupin grade papers. The way his arms would flex while moving his quill made you get lost in your thought. What you wouldn’t give to have his hands around your neck, calling you filthy things in your ear.

As if he could read what was on your mind, he looked up and smiled at you.

….

Later that night, you began walking down to the Snapes classroom. You decided to leave early so you wouldn’t be late. Knowing him, he would tack on another week if you were.

Counting the tiles beneath your feet as you walked, your mind started to wonder to a place it had visited often. Your favorite past time had been fantasizing about you and Lupin. In your mind the scenes played over and over again. Him bending you over his desk, thrusting into at a speed you couldn’t fathom.

As your turned the corner, you collided with something very tall and sturdy, knocking you on your behind and out of your thoughts.

“Y/L/N! I’m so sorry!”

As you looked up, your face became as red the hair on a Weaslys head.

Lupin was standing right in front of you with his hand out.

“It’s alright, that’s what I get for not paying attention.” You said, taking his hand and pulling yourself up.

“I was actually looking for you.”

You’re ears perked up at this. Why was

this devilishly handsome man looking for you.

“It looks like you’ll be spending your detention with me as Professor Snape has had something to attend to this evening.”

Without thinking you quipped “I hope he’s having the stick removed from his arse.” Your face felt like it was set ablaze. “Professor I apologize for saying that, please don’t take any house-“

“You know Ms. Y/L/N, if only that was the case, It would serve all of us well. He is rather uptight.” He interrupted you with a chuckle.

“I’m glad the students aren’t the only ones who feel that way.” You smiled.

You were shocked with how comfortable he seemed to be around you. He definitely wasn’t like the other professors.

“Now let’s hurry along, it seems we have already cut into your detention by 10 minutes .”

The both of you made your way to the classroom. As you walked in, you took a deep breath smelling the warm aromas around you. This is so much better than spending your time in the dungeons scrubing cauldrons.

Lupin spun around on his heals “So what exactly did you receive detention for?”

“I had gotten my notes mixed up and completely brewed the wrong potion.”

“A simple mistake it seems, I wouldn’t except a good girl like you to do anything to drastic.”

That definitely got your attention. Immediately your face turned to the brightest red from the praise.

Noticing your blush and quickly correcting himself. “You are a star student after all, your teachers speak highly of you.” With that he spun back around and made his way to his desk.

You took a seat in the first role waiting for instructions.

“Well I would have you help me grade some of the other students papers, but it seems I had finished them earlier…” he trailed off.

“Well since I have nothing for you to do, would you some tea?” He asked.

“Sure, tea would be lovely.” You responded.

Never would you have thought, you’d be having tea after hours with Professor Lupin. This was a god send.

You watched as he whisked his wand. A cup was sat in front of you, along with some sugar and milk.

You happy made your cup to your liking and began to drink.

“So, this is your last year at the castle, what are you plans afterwards?” He smiled, trying to make small talk.

You tilted your head up to look at him

“Well if I’m being honest, I really don’t know. The ministry has sent me a few job offers but I just don’t really like the direction it’s headed.” You shrugged.

“That’s completely understandable. Do you have anything else in mind?”

If this was completely different circumstances you would have said, ‘WELL I would like to spend the rest of my days under you for 24 hrs a day if you’d let me.’ But sadly this wasn’t the time nor place.

So you shook the thoughts out of your head and sighed.

“Honestly Professor, I just want to do something that actually matters, ya know, be the change I want to see.” You huffed

He smiled, “Ms. Y/L/N, you’re a bright witch. I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll become something great.”

You blushed at the compliment and finished the rest of your tea.

#professor lupin x reader #Hogwarts #smut #multi chapter #work in process #fanfic #ao3

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mercurialrosefandomblog · 3 months

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Sorry for the lack of art y’all, it feels wrong to post a lot of fandom stuff with the state of the world right now. It sucks that so much doctor who content had to come out during such an awful time because under other circumstances you would not be able to get me to shut up! I’ve also unfortunately lost interest in ofmd big time considering taikas political views :( hopefully things will get better soon and I’ll feel normal enough to post about my silly little shows again ❤️❤️❤️❤️ take care everyone

#doctor who #ofmd

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gendervapor14 · 8 months

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lil life update for anyone who’s curious ♥️

i’m gonna break this into three categories: myself, my cat, and my writing. so you can just read whatever paragraph interests you. or all of them. or none of them. whatever works ♥️

so apparently my excessive fatigue is Not Normal and it’s likely i have either lyme disease or thyroid issues. we’ll get to the bottom of that soon, but hopefully when we do, i’ll stop almost dying during and after work and i’ll be able to do all those nice things like respond to dms and comments and write and read and comment. basically. be human again. yippee!!

my cat is also sick :( but it’s okay, she’s on meds!! seems to be feeling a lil bit better, but she’s definitely not herself. doing a lot of hiding and general pathetic behavior, when usually she’s very friendly and quite sassy. she’s dealing with a bit of a UTI and some old lady arthritis 🥺 and she got her rabies shot so. she had a rough streak.

i’ll be posting another oneshot soon. (maybe it was even posted by the time this goes out) 👀 it’s a gift for a friend so i won’t say much, but i will say it’s quite fucked up, and unlike anything i’ve written so far. pretty long, too, over 6k words. has modern au and horror elements, which is a genre i used to avoid! hehe nothing like dipping my toe into new, dangerous waters! ;)

i hope you’re all doing well! all of you are wonderful and lovely and i wish you the best. keep creating and appreciating and sharing ♥️

oh, worth adding: my coms are still open! i’ve been able to do a good amount of art despite the exhaustion so hmu if you want any gen art. those vet bills are gonna stack up… 😅

#genrambles

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taintedevesayori · 2 months

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Sayo's Route: Maniac 02

Sayo's Route Masterlist CG by Rejet edited by me

-Sayo is in her room, reading a book on her bed. The door is thrown open, and Laito enters the room

Laito: Sayo-chan~!

Sayo: Knocking is a thing, you know?

Laito: Ah…right. I was just so excited that I forgot…nfu~

-She sets her book down, looking up at him

Sayo: And what are you so excited about?

Laito: Let’s go out!

-She stares, unsure she heard him right

Sayo: …what?

Laito: Come on, you’re not dim, Sayo-chan~ I’m inviting you to go out somewhere.

Sayo: But why? You’ve never invited me out before.

Laito: You’re always hiding away reading your books. I had no idea you were interested in going out and doing things until the other day. So, let’s go do something. There’s an event in town that we should check out!

Sayo: It still feels a little weird for you to do this…but I guess it could be fun. Alright, I’ll come with you.

Laito: Nfu~ I’m glad. I’ll give you time to get dolled up. I’ll be back to pick you up soon.

-Laito leaves the room

Sayo: Dolled up…? Since when do I do that…?

(I don’t have anything particularly fancy to wear…I guess I’ll just try to find something that isn’t so casual to change into.)

Sayo: I wonder if he’s inviting me out like this because he’s jealous over what happened with Kou…

(I’m not about to say that to him…Things have been better between us recently. I can tell he’s actually trying to fix things. I’ve been meeting his efforts as long as they aren’t ridiculous. It’s the least I can do, I guess…I never expected him to try so hard, so I can’t really brush him off.)

(Normally I would be hesitant to go somewhere with him, but it should be okay…hopefully.)

-Sayo rummages through her closet and eventually settles on a purple collared blouse and a black skirt. Laito returns a few minutes after she is dressed

*knock knock*

Laito: Sayo-chan~ Are you ready yet?

-Sayo opens the door and steps out of her room

Sayo: I suppose.

Laito: Hmm…Your outfit isn’t bad, but not quite what I had in mind.

Sayo: Haah…I’m so sorry I don’t have anything up to your standards. Don’t you have a pretty good idea of the type of clothes I have by now?

-The two begin heading down to the entrance hall to leave as they continue their conversation

Laito: Nfu…I can always buy you some while we’re out, you know~?

Sayo: No thanks. Any gift from you comes at a steep price. Besides, I don’t have a problem with what I’m wearing.

-She suddenly smirks at him

Sayo: And isn’t it rather insulting to knit pick what a girl is wearing in the first place?

Laito: Ah…That isn’t what I meant, Sayo-chan. I always think you look cute, you know?

Sayo: Thanks, I guess.

-The two take the limo into town, close to where the event is being held and then walk the rest of the way due to the crowd

Sayo: It’s a summer festival?

Laito: There were flyers posted all over town, so I thought it might be fun to check out.

Sayo: Isn’t it too early?

Laito: It’s to celebrate the coming of summer, I believe?

Sayo: It looks like fun…It’s been a while since I’ve been to this sort of thing.

Laito: ….so you really used to do these types of things?

Sayo: Do you honestly think I just kept to myself? Yes, when I actually had people to go out with. If I still had my friends, I would still be doing things like this.

Laito: If you wanted to go out, why didn’t you ask one of us?

Sayo: Laito, what are you talking about? I’m not that close to any of you. Not like I am with my friends. The thought never crossed my mind.

Laito: …

Sayo: Shall we go check that out?

-Sayo points to a row of art vendors before walking over. Laito mutters to himself once she’s out of earshot

Laito: Only because you’ve put up a wall between yourself and us…

-She turns towards him

Sayo: Are you coming?

Laito: Nfu…Of course~

-The two walk around the festival together, looking at the different vendors and playing games as they go. They decide to take a break for a snack and find a table to sit at after buying crepes. There is a pavilion nearby with music and people dancing

Laito: Tell me about your friends, Sayo-chan.

Sayo: Hm? You really want to know?

Laito: Of course. I want to know all about you, after all.

Sayo: Well, I guess I can tell you a little…We met when we were in elementary school. We’ve been best friends ever since. Including me, there were five of us in our group.

Laito: What did you like to do with them?

Sayo: Anything. I didn’t like being at the church, so we spent a lot of time together. Sometimes we all hung out in the classroom after school, or we would go back to one of their houses. On our days off, sometimes we would hang out at one of their houses, at a park, go window shopping…If we actually had money, usually we would go out to eat, go to karaoke, or go dancing.

Laito: Hm…? Those last two are unexpected for you. You would sing and go dancing?

Sayo: Fufu…Laito, there’s a lot you don’t know about me. Those were two of our favorite things to do. We would save up our money so that we could go. Two of my friends are super into music. One of them plays the drums and the other can play the guitar and bass. We joked about starting a band as kids. Not that that would ever happen.

Laito: Well now…I want to see the girl who does all of those things.

-She shrugs

Sayo: Too bad we didn’t meet under normal circumstances. Then maybe you could have.

Laito: Nfu…Well, I can see one of those things right now, at least.

Sayo: Hm? What do you mean?

-Laito stands, pulling her out of her chair and to her feet

Laito: Let’s dance, Sayo-chan~

Sayo: Huh…?! Wait, when I said dancing, I didn’t mean this…That music playing is for formal dancing! I’ve never done that sort of thing before…!

Laito: Nfu~ Don’t worry, you’ll catch on quickly. Just follow my lead.

-Laito drags her over to the pavilion, where everyone else is dancing. He places his hand on her back, pulling her into proper position

Sayo: Laito, really…I don’t know about this…

Laito: It will be fun, Sayo-chan~ Just relax, okay?

(He really isn’t giving me a choice here…)

Sayo: F-Fine…

-She shakily follows along as Laito leads her through the first few steps. After a bit, she gains confidence and is able to keep up with ease

Laito: See? You’re a natural.

Sayo: I don’t know if I would say that…

Laito: Our father has a tendency to throw fancy parties on a whim. The next time he does, you’ll be my dance partner, won’t you? I’m asking you this early, so make sure you refuse everyone else, okay?

Sayo: Haah…What am I going to do with you?

Monologue

Laito refused to let go of me for some time until I insisted I was too tired to dance any longer. We had seen most of the festival, so after that, we decided to return home. For a night with Laito, it was surprisingly pleasant. If he were always like that, I admit I wouldn’t mind being around him so much.

#diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #sayori makina #laito sakamaki #sayo's route

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studioincomplete · 5 months

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Devlog 4- Post RGS and Art Stuff!

Welcome back to another Studio Inc.omplete devlog! I’m Ivy, lead writer and de facto head of marketing for Night of the Delivering Dead. This past weekend we went to the Rensselaer Games Showcase, an event held by RPI’s Game Dev Club to show off student games. We had an updated demo with fog of war up for playtesting, and we were able to get a ton of really useful feedback. We had a few bugs that we’ll need to work out, but we’ll get that posted for you to play as soon as it's in a slightly more playable state. While we were there, we were also looking for art feedback. We’re still trying to iron out a few decisions, primarily whether we keep using the pixel shader or not and what art style we go with for the card art. You can find that survey here, any feedback you have for us is welcome!

After this we won’t have another major event until March when we’ll be going to PAX East and (maybe) GDC, so we’ll be shifting into hard production mode over the next few months. We may be a bit quieter on devlogs while we’re heavily working on stuff. But, with all that being said, I’ll turn it over to artists to share what they've been working on!

Hey all, it’s Ghost, the lead 2D artist, coming at you with an update on the progress we’ve been making on our visual style. Over the past few weeks I’ve been spending a lot of my time focusing on how we can make every aspect of the game mesh well visually. It’s easy enough to design individual elements and call it a day, but it’s a separate beast trying to connect those elements.

To that end I dedicated time to making a style sheet! For our team, it was important to figure out the color palette we wanted the game to mostly follow, as well as decide on line weight, shading, all the various things that I should keep in mind when I work. This was a huge help in solidifying the foundation for our visual identity, and it’s a reference I’ll use up until the very end. If something seems to be deviating from the style we’ve set, the first thing we should ask is if there’s a good reason for it to do so. If not, then we can correct it and that way nothing feels clashing to look at!

The other thing I’ve begun to work on is our cards that you’ll use to control your various undead summons! You’ve amassed quite the repertoire of spells during your time in college, but it’s hard recalling them from memory, so it’s a good thing you’ve written them all down in your notebook! It also means being reminded of all your doodles, messages, and scribbles you made while bored in class.. Unfortunately it seems that we’ve misplaced the pages these sketches are supposed to go on, but we can still show them off for now. Hopefully we’ll be able to find them in the future.

Hey! This is Ari, the 3D Artist for the game :) So far I have been working on some rough models to populate our map, and also working on a blockout for our character. All of these models have been made in Blender, and we’re using a shader in Unity to give them their pixel look.

The vibes for the map so far are spooky suburbia, so I have created some standard houses and other buildings that are most like things you would see in a normal town (along with a giant pumpkin tile, which is VERY realistic). Going forward I am going to be working more on the character models, reworking the current models we have, adding more types of houses/buildings, and creating smaller details like trees and other vegetation. That’s all we have for now, stay tuned for more!

#indiegamedev #gamedev #indiedev #video games

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