#i haven't drawn properly in so fucking long

[gloriouslombaxart]

so about that Tokyo Mew Mew reboot and Miraculous season 5...

#my art #artists on tumblr #fanart #tokyo mew mew #miraculous ladybug #digital art #Paint Tool SAI #marinette dupain cheng #crossover #tokyo mew mew new #mew macaroon #i tried a different colouring style with this one #i don't know if i like it very much #i'm just pleased i managed to finish something i can actually post #i haven't drawn properly in so fucking long #anyway here is art #goodbye for another 7 months

[ask-azurearts]

it’s 2 am and I haven’t drawn in ages....how the fuck does one anatomy again?

#sketch #2 am ramblings #artist mumbles #I literally haven't drawn properly in so long how the fuck do I do it again #also wip of new sona #slowly making it #new pens motivate me #clip studio paint

[wrestletotheground]

pierced - ross macdonald x reader

cw: 18+ minors dni!!! smut, sub ross (ik I'm losing the run of myself), established relationship, nipple piercings, sexual tension, sending nudes, ab riding, unprotected sex

a/n: the long awaited Nipple Piercing Gf Fic™️ is here at last 🥳 this took way too long to be this mid but enjoy whores <3 (esp anon who requested this months ago oops)

wc: 2.8k

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today is the day. you're finally seeing ross after 3 weeks of him being away on tour. he's arranged to have you flown in to one of the shows and to spend a few days with him and the band.

as you walk through the arrival gates of the airport, you're instantly met with three familiar faces. george, matty and ross are standing watching the door, waiting for you. as soon as they see you their faces light up. of course you run straight to ross, who's walking towards you with his arms out holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. he embraces you in his arms, both of you gushing about how much you missed each other while your face is buried in his chest.

you pull away after a few moments and take the flowers, your heart melting at the gesture, to greet the others. matty brings you in for a hug, a sleepy smile on his face as he exclaims how they've all been dying to see you.

george does the same, and when you step back he's the first to notice the new piercings poking through your t-shirt. he looks up at you, a knowing look in his eyes and a smirk pulling at his mouth. 'oh he's going to lose his mind', he says quietly with a grin. you giggle and hit his arm lightly, then make your way over to ross again.

that's when he catches sight of them. he's been staring at you ever since you approached him but now his eyes are instantly drawn to the metal balls of your nipple piercings showing through the cotton of your baby tee. his jaw practically hits the floor before his face catches up with his brains and he looks back up at you, wide eyed. you smile innocently as he looks away, rubbing his lip with his hand and smiling to himself in an attempt to hide how flustered he's getting. 'what?' you cock your head to the side, acting oblivious.

'baby.. did you..' his gaze flicks back down as he speaks, staring in disbelief. 'I got them done the day after you left, thought you'd like a little surprise after being away for so long,' you say. 'fucking hell,' he mutters, his face flushed. he adjusts his jeans not-so subtly and shifts his stance, clearly getting worked up over the jewelry.

'you like them?' you ask with a smirk. 'do i like them?? darling if it wasn't frowned upon to fuck you in public i'd know what they taste like already'. you glance over at the others who are most definitely in earshot of the unfiltered sentence that's just left your boyfriend's mouth but it's not like they haven't heard worse from the two of you before anyway.

'right lovebirds, off we go. this car's not gonna drive itself,' george states, flicking his keys in his hand before setting off towards the car park. him and matty lead the way with you and ross following closely, just far enough behind so you can both talk properly.

the entire walk ross has you on his arm, every so often leaning in to whisper vulgar promises of the things he's gonna do to you once you're alone later. your other hand grips onto the bouquet tightly as your whole body burns with desire for him already, and you've only just arrived. this is going to be a long day.

~

the four of you are settled and on the road when matty explains the plan for the day to you. 'so we're going straight to the venue for sound check, then out for dinner with everyone, then it's showtiiime baby'. ross's eyes widen and his head snaps towards the front of the car. 'wait a minute, what? I thought we were going back to the hotel first,' he says, trying to hide the desparation in his tone as he looks over at you.

'no time, sorry mate I know you've missed her but it'll have to wait til later,' matty replies, throwing you a wink in the rear view mirror. 'right fuck off,' he laughs, covering his face and hanging his head in exaggerated shame. you stifle a giggle, grabbing hold of his hand that's resting on the middle seat.

the rest of the car ride is simmering with tension between you and ross. although you're acting casual with the other two in the front seats, you can't help the pulsing ache that's building in your core, worsening every time you catch the glint in his eyes as you're talking.

~

sound check goes pretty well, and it's great to be reunited with the rest of the band and crew that you've missed from last time you were on tour with them. well, except for the fact ross keeps getting distracted by you, messing up bass lines that have been purely muscle memory for years every time he glances over to the edge of the stage where you're sitting chatting with carly. every time you catch his eye you give him a smile and an encouraging nod to let him know you're listening to him play.

as sound check finishes, everyone agrees that they don't want to go anywhere too fancy to eat, and that's how you find yourself in the booth in the corner of a local retro style diner. ross is involved in nearly every conversation you're a part of, completely enamoured by you as usual. you're in the middle of a conversation with him, polly and john about their spotify wrapped when you excuse yourself to the bathroom, leaving the three of them talking amongst themselves.

you lock the cubicle door behind you when an idea springs to mind. you sit on the closed toilet lid and take your phone out of your pocket. you open the camera, lifting the hem of your tshirt up to your neck and leaving your whole chest on display. you cover one of your tits with your open palm, making sure to have the nipple on show through your spread fingers. you snap a few pictures and then flick through them quickly to find the best one that shows off every curve just right. you open your chats with ross and hit send without a second thought.

ross's phone buzzes on the table and when he checks to see the picture in his inbox he nearly chokes on his drink. he rushes to hide his phone under the table, earning strange glances from a few of the others, which quickly dissipate into the back of his mind when he turns down his brightness and enlarges the picture. his pants suddenly feel too tight, and he's fighting the urge to run into the bathroom and bend you over the sink there and then, make you scream for him. he clicks the phone off and shoves it into his back pocket, clearing his throat to cover the desperate groan that lingers in his throat.

you saunter back over to the table with your boyfriend's flustered gaze watching you the whole way. he leans in close to you as soon as you're sat. 'you're killing me, love,' he whispers. 'oh baby, it'd be no fun if i wasn't, you know that,' you reply in a hushed tone, planting your hand on his thigh as you take a sip of your diet coke.

~

the concert goes pretty well, except for the fact that ross is distracted by the thought of you the whole time, standing side stage watching and waiting for him.

he's never been more thankful for the fact he plays bass so low as it covers the achingly obvious bulge in his trousers that's there practically the whole two hours they're performing.

~

the rest of the guys had gone out for drinks after the show, but you and ross literally couldn't wait a second longer than necessary to be alone.

after an excruciating elevator ride alongside a tired, unassuming businessman, you finally get to your hotel room. he's fumbling with the key as you wait impatiently beside him, already shivering at the thought of his touch.

he finally gets the key to work and barges through the door, barely having a chance to slam it behind the two of you and flick on the light before he has you pinned against the wall, kissing and grabbing at you like a starved man. his mouth melts against yours, his taste almost overwhelming.

your jacket falls to the floor behind you, giving him a full view of your hardened nipples through the tshirt again. 'get this off darling, need to see you,' he mumbles, already dizzy at the feeling of you against him at last.

you oblige, making a bit of a show out of it just to tease him even more. you fling it onto the floor behind you and he nearly falls to his knees at the sight. literally. he gets on his knees in front of you so that the piercings are at eye level with him, utterly enraptured by you. 'fuck,' he mumbles, before burying his face in your chest, moving around to swipe his tongue over the place he's been dying to taste all day.

you grab his head and pull him further into you, the pressure making your head spin. your head rolls back and all you can hear are your own sugary sweet moans and the wet noises of his mouth working it's magic on you.

'get on the bed, need to be on you,' you say through stuttered breaths. he moans into your tit, reluctantly moving his head back up to yours and dragging you over until he falls onto the bed with you between his legs.

you immediately pull his top off, throwing it off somewhere behind him. you watch the way his necklace bounces onto his chest and nearly fold at the sight of him. then without warning you pull down your trousers and practically jump onto him, pushing him down onto his back. his eyes flash with darkness, muttering under his breath as he drinks in your body greedily. you shuffle down to undo his pant zipper, a hungry look plastered across your face. after some fumbling and a nod of approval from him, you manage to get his jeans and briefs off, leaving him fully undressed and achingly hard.

the second you're back on top of him he pulls your neck down to meet his lips in a bruising kiss, practically devouring each other.

the sudden contact of your spread cunt with his skin makes you gasp, he's real, he's there. much as you tried over the past few weeks, your hand has been a weak replacement for him, for the way your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces of euphoria.

you hook your finger under his chain, tugging it towards you with just enough force to make the gold metal dig into the back of his neck, forcing him to strain up towards you.

'are you gonna be a good boy and let me get off first or do you want me to make you beg for it?' you're practically mewling to him, tilting your head back and looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

'yes- ah- fuck- please love, use me- mfh,' he whines, biting his lip as you roll your hips back, your ass pressing against his aching cock.

you start to grind slowly on his lower stomach, feeling the muscles tighten and contract with every breath. his belly has always been one of your favourite parts of him, and you make sure he knows it.

'fuck, i've missed you baby, missed this,' you moan, the friction hitting just right as he arches up into you ever so slightly.

he grabs a strong hold of your hips, guiding your movements and gaping up at you. 'that feel good?' he asks shyly. 'so fucking good, you've- mmh- no idea.' that's clearly exactly what he needed to hear, you can feel his cock jumping at your words, tipping off your lower back.

you can feel your slick spreading down further by the second as you near your peak, nearly reaching your thighs.

he pulls you closer onto him, desperate to please you as he rocks your pussy over him. 'god, I'm gonna cum, you feel so good, fuck.' you study his face, in a state of hazy disbelief over how hot he is, and your stomach tightens rapidly when you hit a certain angle. 'right there- keep going- ughhhh GOD ross.'

your orgasm washes over you in waves as your eyes roll into your head, trying to keep your shaky figure from falling onto him as you ride out your high. his fingertips dig into your sides and his eyes glaze over with lust, fixated on your every move. 'you're so fucking beautiful falling apart on me like that,' he whispers. 'you're fucking perfect, I love you,' you reply, smashing your mouth against his again, messier this time.

the hairs that litter his lower stomach are soaked, covered in you. just below that his cock is leaking and swollen, looking like he could cum right there and then untouched, and the sight alone makes your mouth water.

'since you've been so good for me, what do you want?' you ask, running a hand down his face and around the back of his neck.

'you, fuck, ride me, please' he stutters, chest rising and falling rapidly under you. as though any inhibitions have been wiped from his brain.

he's so desperate it's honestly cute. it's rare that he's so submissive but you're relishing in the power rushing to your head.

's'that what you want baby?' he nods his head quickly and his hips lift into you subconsciously, desperately. you rise up on your knees and shuffle backwards, lining him up with your dripping entrance.

he's barely inside you and he's already straining and groaning, his face turning red as he tries his best to hold out for you. you start moving up and down with fervor, greedily chasing your own high again. you can tell neither of you are going to last long with the fact you've been apart for so much time.

his eyes are drawn to the piercings again and he looks up at you pleadingly. you lean forward, starting to circle your hips as he dips his head down to take one in his mouth. your eyes roll back as the feeling of his tongue circling your sensitive nipples sends electricity shooting through you. 'fuck, knew you'd love it baby,' you moan, your hand running through his hair, tugging lightly every time he hits just right. his thighs tremble under you as you continue your unrelenting pace.

'being so fucking good for me,' you say, just to tease him even more. his eyebrows wrinkle and you can feel his movements getting less and less controlled, signalling that he's close.

'please, can I cum, please, mmh, need it,' he whines. his grip on your waist tightens as he pleads, teeth digging into his lip so hard you think it might bleed.

you lean down, never slowing your pace, and whisper in his ear.

'let go. cum for me, pretty boy'

his brain all but shuts down as his climax instantly crashes over him. unrestrained curses and groans fall from his raw red lips as his warmth pulses inside you. his hips buck off the mattress, burying his cock deeper inside you than before. the look on his face, eyes creased in ecstasy and jaw slack in pleasure is what tips you over the edge. with a final roll of your hips into him, the band inside you snaps. fireworks dance across your vision, crying out as you grip onto his shoulders, practically convulsing.

'fuckkkfuckfuck thank you, thank you,' he whimpers, eyes blown out with lust as he stares at you in awe. you finally let yourself collapse onto him, completely exhausted. his chest heaves under you as both of you catch your breath.

you prop your chin up on his chest, faces inches apart, letting comfortable silence envelop the two of you. his cheeks heat up, as if the realisation is dawning of just how submissive he's been. 'did you like that baby?' you ask. 'fuck, I loved it, you need to do that more often,' he laughs.

you sit up suddenly when you feel something dripping out of you slowly, and giggle at his reaction. his jaw is dropped, eyes focused on your core before he blinks and comes to. 'god, sorry- I just- right, let's get cleaned up,' he says, leaning up on his elbows. you press a kiss to his forehead to which he smiles, before following you up into the bathroom.

~

#ross macdonald smut #ross macdonald #ross macdonald oneshot #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald fanfiction #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 #matty healy #trumanblack #george daniel #adam hann #the 1975 smut

[mrghostrat]

Okay I cant -- I need to say it out loud.

I am 100% sure, at this point, you are my favourite artist so far. And I have to honestly thank you for a lot of stuff so let me get to the point before my anxiety takes me back --

I came across you less than a month ago. I don't remember if I saw your art before reading your fictions (Mon Horrible Cherì was my first) or the other way around, but both inspired me so much I can't describe it properly. Art itself is my absolute weak spot. In my past years I always struggled working on that, I was never happy with my results, and mostly had drawn to pay bills than for my own happyness. In the end I hated it at the point that every line I drew was a cut on my hand instead of a moment of joy. And that was horrendous.

But then I came across your art, at some point - and I was amazed. Your style is something I wished to achieve years ago, or very similar to that at least, so I was totally into looking for more, and more, and more. I can't produce art of that quality, but for the first time I wasn't envious of another artist's ability and talent, I was just... Amazed. I felt very happy, can't say why, but your style totally fascinated me. It still do. Anytime you post something new it gives me a shot of serotonine, it makes me feel happy and inspires me to get back on my Huion and draw something too. I started to push it through everyday, and in less than a month I grew a lot. You don't know that, but you pushed me into art with a passion I didn't had since I was 16, and I turned 30 couple months ago. Now it gives me joy everytime I draw. It doesn't matter if the art I produce is no good, or if I change my style everytime (I'm trying a lot of styles right now), the only thing that matter is the way I feel when I sit here and just let my inspiration go. And I feel happy. Happy to draw. Happy to experiment. Happy to share. Somehow I don't feel ashamed of my art anymore, and I was for a long time. I improved so much in these weeks. I watched carefully almost all of your timelapses (I am in love with all of them btw) and followed your tutorials more than once. Your examples, the way you work, is just inspirational for me. I've seen someone was thankful to you for the way you use references and says people out there to do it too: I want to thank you for that too. References was a taboo until last month for me, and I was SO wrong! Those helps so much!

So, well. I am not sure I wrote this all correctly, english is not my native language (I'm italian) and I may have done some mistakes, well, I do not care. I just hope I was able to express you my gratitude for all you did for me - I had to let you know how much this means to me everyday.

Oh also: I love every part of your art, but I could stare at your linearts for days and never get bored by that. And the way you color! Don't make me start on that. I could speak for hours. Not sure you'll want that, believe me.

So, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for making me believe in myself again. Thank you for giving me back my passion. Thank you for reminding me everyday I can draw for myself, for my own happyness. And thank you for making me happy.

You are a great artist.

Thank you! <3

i put off replying to this because i wanted to draw you something, but i just haven't had the energy after work and dont want u to think im ignoring you 😭

but i dont have WORDS. i'm so fucking proud of you. i'm so happy for you. browsing your blog and seeing the sheer amount of art and AUs you're making is so inspiring. your happiness is contagious and i hope you only continue to grow, and continue to foster all that joy for art.

thank you <3

#ask a rat #rat CRIES #everyone pls go look at fei's blog #this kills the bilv

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

Please write more Jegulus *on knees* pleaaaasseee

On your knees for me? Interesting.

DAY 6 OF KINKTOBER

FROM the Quidditch pitch to the Dorm room

Gryffindor had a match with Hufflepuff that day and classes were halted as no one was paying attention whoever won this match would go on the play slytherin for the house cup. James Potter for one was ready to lead him team onto he pitch.

Gryffindor won 1650 to 1200 Slytherin.

The first to notice James's disappearances was Sirius.

"Ay, Where's the Golden boy at?" Remus shrugged, "Maybe he's off getting a breather, or flirting up lily,"

"Maybe," Sirius answer skeptical. Oh only if he looked up to see James and Regulus on a broom. To be honest Regulus has no idea how no one noticed, not even the teachers.

Even now as he had James beneath him,[view gif] he was still confused as to how they remained uncaught.

"Fuck James," James nipped at his throat again, loving the effect he had on Reggie, "Lower," like a good servant he followed.

"Stop," James stopped. Regulus shifted off of James. "Undress now," James removed his short and continued to his underwear bt Regulus stopped him. "No leave that one," James reached for his quidditch shirt but Regulus stopped him again. "Leave that one too, I've always wanted to fuck you in that," James just smirked.

"You next,"

"Tut tut, patience Potter," Regulus took out his want and with a flick James was tied to his bed, the doors were locked and curtains drawn.

Regulus crawled onto James but rested on his kegs instead. "Look how hard you are and i haven't even touched you yet. Regulus traced the outline of his cock through his briefs.

"Mine," he trailed kisses from James throat to his abdomen, then he continued from his V line down then back up.

All the while James strained against his restraints.

"Reggie," he whimpered. "Please"

Regulus chuckled and took out his cock, watching the precum slip through his fingers. "So wet for me James,"

Regulus leaned down and took James cock in his mouth, immeadiately he boy beneath him shuddered. He took long strokes from the base to the tip, agonisingly slow.

"Reggie," James said softly. "Fuck" all Regulus did was humm which made James' dick twitch, as the vibrations rolled through him.

Slowly Regulus built up the pace, causing James to rock his hips to the speed, then Regulus lifted him head stopping James from cumming, James whined at the lost of contact.

"Patience," regulus took of his shorts and slowly slid onto James' dick after muttering a few spells. "Spells would have to do, since I'd rather fell you raw,"

He began to ride James as he kissed him, deep and slow. "Remember Potter you are mine, Lily can't have you, only i can, I'm jealous Potter, and you're gonna fix that,"

James moaned in response.

Regulus slammed down on James over and over and over again, grunting as he did, James melwed with every slam.

Finally Regulus leaned over into James ear. "Cum for me," James exploded into white. Regulus slipped off James his own cock ready to burst.

He sat down and motioned for james to get on his lap. "Be a good boy f'me yeah," James nodded as he sheath himself on Regulus. Regulus looked up and swore you could see his name sake star above him.

"Fuck," Spell that had been chaining james to the bed broke. James ride Regulus, till they were both seeing stars. Regulus came filling James up entirely.

After a moment Regulus reached for his want and with a flick, James was back in his kit. Regukus too was properly dressed. "Do you know what you're gonna do right now Potter," James just shook his head, his legs weak from their activities.

Regulus chuckled. "You are going to go back downstairs and you are going to talk laugh and drink with everybody with my cum dripping down your legs." Regulus grabbed James hand and they walked to the door leading the the Great Hall.

"I'll be watching," Before he left the sit with Barty. All James could do was smile at Sirius hoping his dick would go down.

😀

#james loves regulus #james fleamont potter #regulus x james #james potter x regulus black #harry james potter #james potter #james potter fanfiction #james potter imagine #jamespotter #james x regulus #regulus black #regulus #kinktober #smutt #smuttt

[ashe-hallows]

HI I haven't played any games outside of the three first aa ones but I'm really interested in uendo toneido (I hope I spelt that right)! I'd love to know the things you like about them and stuff :) also no need to censor spoilers because I love spoilers. And also hi again <3

first of all anon i love you forever

the thing about uendo is that i love everything about him so im gonna give you my Uendo Infodump™️ (also im not good at answering vague prompts 💜)

uendo toneido is a character from Turnabout Storyteller, the 4th case in the 6th ace attorney game (Spirit of Justice). they work as a rakugo performer with the Toneido Troupe! their whole gimmick is that they play different characters on the stand, like a rakugo performer would. except, part way through the trial, its revealed (thanks to athena) that they were never playing characters at all, they have DID!

left to right, its uendo proper, patches and kisegawa! whos that last one? dont worry about him i'll get there

upon being given the chance to properly introduce themselves, it goes as follows: uendo still a rakugo performer, patches introducing himself as a jester and kisegawa as a courtesan! also kisegawa is a lady :] which makes her as close to canon transgender as we're probably gonna get >:] she is also entirely respected as a woman, everyone refers to her with she/her and feminine terms (she even uses the feminine voice beeps!!)

so that last guy, throughout the trial uendo and co have been vehemently denying the existence of someone named "owen". athena has come to the conclusion that theyre hiding an alter, and manages to force them to switch. by now the player has resigned themself to another instance of the "murder alter" trope. except, when owen is asked to introduce himself, he begins to cry and announces himself as five years old. hes a little, a very nervous and soft-spoken one at that! he is so very clearly made to subvert the murder alter trope!! its so fucking cool! i forgot how i was gonna end this!

basically i love the rakugo system. check their tag on my blog ive drawn them a lot 🫶 i'll talk about them all day long if im given prompts

#uendo toneido #aa6 spoilers #<- for my spoiler free friends #answered #anonymous #ashe's chatter

[bluejaybytes]

show us your oc lore!!

I'm so sorry but it's exclusively my Splatoon OCs

I'm not at ALL confident in how legible this is, but this is my Web Of Lesbianism(tm), AKA how (almost) all of my lesbian sploon OCs connect to each other, excluding a few who only connect in small places and/or I don't feel like making icons for. Sorry to Scarlet, who absolutely warrants a place here, but I simply Do Not Want to make an icon for </3

Lore under the readmore because I get extremely rambly. whoops and apologies and this is probably the only time i'll ever let myself get THIS infodump-y in a Tumblr post. I'm writing this after I wrote it all out and I'm so fucking sorry it's literally over 2k words because I have no ability to stop once I've started and I've been outright POSSESSED by these losers for the past month. Here's basically everything about my Splatoon OCs

FOR NAMES. Top right is Basil (Blue tentacles), middle right is Penny (Her name is just written because I haven't drawn her yet), bottom right is June (Pink tentacles), bottom middle is Jake (Blue tentacles), bottom left is Parker (Purple tentacles, also the sanitized icon), middle left is Ruby (Orange tentacles), and top left is May (Pink tentacles)

Everything starts when May, Jake, and Ruby are all around ~16-17, while June, May's little sister, is around ~9. May is VERY into Jake, and Jake's just generally a big flirt and a huge romantic, though it's unsure if he really realizes May's extremely obvious crush on him (He doesn't), or he reciprocates, which is unfortunate, because Ruby, who's May's childhood best friend, is also very into her, but May doesn't realize this. When [UNDECIDED EVENT] happens and May and Jake both come to the realization they need to head to the surface to escape the oppressive Octarian domes, Ruby being with them is very clearly an afterthought, and she knows it. So, her jealousy over Jake being someone May has known for less time yet clearly loves more than her, and the fact that trying to escape being very, very illegal, she turns them both in.

Jake manages to call May before he's caught to warn her that Ruby turned them in and the cops will already be heading to her parents house, which gives May enough time to run home, grab June, and make a run for it. Both May and Jake manage to outrun the cops, with May and June ending up far into the outskirts of the domes, while Jake only gets further and deeper within them.

Around a month or two after their initial escape, May's spotted by a patrol of soldiers stationed right around the way to the surface, with the soldier who spots her specifically being Scarlet, the oldest sister to Ruby (Who's not featured here because I don't want to make her icon), who remembers May from when she was a kid and, alongside that, has been feeling disillusioned with life as a soldier, despite her high ranking, and decides not only to let May go, but to even share rations with her. This only increases as Scarlet realizes May is the runaway who's known to have a young child with her, and it goes from Scarlet sparing her own rations to stealing rations from the squad she leads to make sure both May and June are able to eat properly.

Of course, this doesn't last long, as Crimson, the middle sister to Scarlet and Ruby, and fellow soldier stationed with Scarlet's squad, gets suspicious of the missing rations, Scarlet's dismissal of the issue, and her wandering off frequently, and ends up following her and finds her giving the stolen rations to May. A fight breaks out between the two, with Crimson managing to nearly take Scarlet's eye out in the process, as Scarlet's the only person ever to bring a gun to a knife fight and lose. May booked it the MOMENT Crimson jumped out, so she's long gone by the time the scuffle ends, but Scarlet, having just been caught stealing rations, aiding a runaway, and now attacking a fellow soldier (Even if in self defense), bolts to try and make it to the surface as well, albeit she doesn't know where May ran off to.

May ends up making it to the surface around a month after that incident, after wandering lost for the time between, and, while struggling to try and buy some clothes thanks to the language barrier between her and the commonly spoken languages of the surface, one of the employees working there, Penny, is able to help figure out what May's looking for, and helps her with the whole process, since it's a lot different from how it was in the domes. They don't end up seeing each other after that for around a year, but it's important when they do, as Penny's was the first person on the surface May really had a good experience with, so when they randomly run into each other, May's very happy to be able to tell her how meaningful that was to her, and that she's much more adjusted to the culture and language now.

Meanwhile, Jake! Jake ends up wandering deep within the domes, far away from where the actual settlements and cities are, for over a year, just barely surviving through scavenging and avoiding patrolling soldiers. Still, he's not great at it, and eventually he ends up being held at gunpoint by Parker, who insists he tell her his rank and what he's doing out here. He has no idea, as he was never in the military and lies through his teeth. Luckily for him, Parker is a military deserter, and would've had a much worse reaction had she believed him, instead realizing that he's not a soldier and has no idea what he's talking about. Parker's been hiding out in the area, an abandoned sewer system that's frequented as a supply route for soldiers, for several months at this point, and while she actually enjoys her life of living down there, it's a lot of work to survive on her own, and realizing Jake's a fugitive also means he's a potential survival partner.

The two end up meeting up once every day for around a week before Parker feels confident enough that Jake isn't going to screw her over or try and turn her in or anything, and invites him to live with her at her "apartment", an old maintenance closet that's very secluded and not marked on any military maps, under the agreement that the two of them actually work together. Jake instantly agrees because he's been miserable and awful for the past year, while Parker's doing surprisingly well for herself, she even has multiple sets of clothes that she's stolen from nearby outposts (As well as an entire mattress she stole, and her most prized possession, a full deck of playing cards, and an Octo Shot she definitely killed a man for), as opposed to Jake, who's been going off of only what he had on him when everything went down, which is... practically nothing.

The plot basically slows down and chills out here for a while, May and June end up moving in with Penny after a few months of May and Penny hanging out instead of having to live in the shitty motel they'd been living in before (Albeit, the motel was better than the wilds they'd been living in before that), and Parker and Jake get adjusted to their lives in hiding surprisingly well. May and Scarlet even find each other on the surface again, they run into each other while May's out grocery shopping, and it's a very important moment for the both of them, as they've spent this entire time carrying around the guilt of feeling responsible for what happened, so them seeing the other and seeing how much better they're doing on the surface helps ease those guilts.

And then the events of Octo Expansion happen in the background. Parker and Jake know the routines of the soldiers in the area after years of living together, but the supply lines end up being used by sanitized Octoling soldiers after Kamabo starts massively ramping up production, leading to patrols of sanitized soldiers at seemingly random intervals, and outside of the predictable patterns that Parker and Jake were used to. Parker's out doing the laundry when a patrol finds her, and, greatly outnumbering her, end up nearly killing her, and dragging her back to be sanitized. She's in too bad of condition to be saved and reused as a test subject, so she's just sanitized instead.

Jake, naturally, notices when Parker never comes back from doing the laundry, and proceeds to be missing for upwards of two weeks. Jake does his best to look for her, but he also doesn't want to stray too far from their "apartment", as he's scared she might return home when he's gone, and with the unpredictable patrols, he doesn't feel like it's safe to stay out for as long as he wants to to look for her, so he ends up sticking close to home and just hoping he'll be able to find some clue of her. Of course, when he finally does, finally spotting her hanging around the entrance to the hallways that lead to their apartment, it's Not a good thing. He runs up to her to ask where she's been, and the moment he calls for her she turns and attacks him. It's not even a fair fight, even if he went in expecting a fight, he wouldn't have won, but this was a complete surprise. She quickly attacks him and takes him back to be put into the metro as a test subject, and, since he was brought back in much better shape than she was, he actually can be salvaged as a test subject!

And then he isn't. He's in the process of being readied as a test subject, namely, having his memories messed with, that the entire plot of Octo Expansion actually happens, and he's freed when the entire facility shuts down, and the metro is just a normal transport system again. He ends up wandering around for another month or so, except doing so very poorly, as the effects that being prepped to be a test subject had on his memory is bad, and basically erased all of his knowledge on how to survive on his own. Eventually, and luckily for him, he's found by one of the rescue teams that have been sent out in the aftermath of Octo Expansion to rescue lost and sanitized Octolings, and FINALLY gets brought to the surface, as well as being hospitalized for a whole myriad of problems, mainly being severely dehydrated from not remembering safe ways to find and gather water reliably.

When he's ready to be discharged, he realizes he has really nowhere to go, but since he still remembers May's phone number from when they were kids (As it's been years at this point, May and Jake are both in their mid 20s now, and June's around ~17), and calls her to ask if she can come pick him up and also if he can crash at her place for a bit. May is more than a bit surprised that her childhood friend she was fairly convinced had died years ago, and that she feels guilty for abandoning, is not only still alive, but super casual and chill just. Calling her cell and asking if he can sleep on her couch. At this point, June's already moved out, having been encouraged by both May and Penny to get out on her own and try getting out of her comfort zone, and is living in Splatsville with her roommate Basil, and not really having any major plot moments of her own. She's having fun and coming out of her shell and having silly lesbian shenanigans with her roommate in the background while Jake and May are experiencing the horrors.

Ultimately, this is about where thing stop being decided and I still need to figure out what happens next. Jake is living on May and Penny's couch (The universe will never let them have their house to themselves. Not even 3 months after June moves out, Jake's crashing on their couch), and has no memory of his time with Parker, Parker's MIA and potentially dead, and May's struggling with the idea that Jake's either in denial of some major trauma he must've faced through the years, or that she's somehow uniquely fucked up from what happened to them. To make matters worse, Jake's memory issues become more and more apparent, as he continues to struggle to remember Penny's name, instead repeatedly calling her "Parker", yet getting confused when he's corrected. I'm ultimately unsure what I'm going to do to resolve this plot thread, but May and Penny do realize that whoever Parker was, she was someone Jake knew in the time he was missing, and are trying to figure out just exactly who she was, if not where she actually is

Whether or not Parker is dead... it's up in the air. I initially planned for her to die and stay dead, but I'm the worlds biggest sap and I feel bad about killing her off permanently, as well as the fact I have plenty of silly ideas for what I could do with Parker once she's on the surface, so I'm still debating if it's more narratively satisfying for her to die or not. There's, if you believe it, actually a ton I'm glossing over (The intricacies of Jake and Parker's dynamic, the reasons why Parker left, basically everything about Basil and June, literally Basil has an entire friend group that has their own mini-plot that's not at all connected to this and doesn't get mentioned, Crimson is going to be more relevant once I figure out what I want to do with her, ect), but uh. That's the very long gist of it.

If anyone actually, genuinely reads through all of this. Thank you, apologies, and I love you

#im not tagging splat on this sorry if it shows up in the tags #my art #my ocs #oh my god i went on FOR FUCKING EVER !!!!!! AUTISM MOMENT. #this is probably the only time i will ever do this btw this is unhinged even for me #had fun tho. i love my OCs i have a million thoughts on them forever #parkerrrrr shes my current blorbo from my brain #i want to draw her as that fuckin. 'they lifted the mask mandate rip [character]' meme #i also want to draw her and Jake w that one r/malelivingspaces post. Parker and her horrible awful singular mattress she stole #its like the 'and there was only one bed' trope but if it fucking sucked #Also I know I he/him Jake throughout of this but I prommy. he's a lesbian and his pronouns are he/they/any but for the sake of coherency #i just he/him'd him #also yes parker killed a man dont worry about it #anyways anon thank you so much. ive been fucking tormented by the squits for months and ive wanted so badly an excuse to just lay it all ou #EDIT: and for anyone who's curious the splat OCs I have that were NOT mentioned here are: #Amaranth (Basils sister) Summer (Pennys niece) Lorelai/Cat/Ari (Basil's friends + teammates) Callisto (Lorelai's brother) #and if you count her- Honeydew (Not related to any of my other OCs- she just exists to be a crossover w a friend lol) #the squits

[piracytheorist]

Okay I gotta admit it, I logged in today just to check my notifications and messages because I was curious. Seems like cold turkey isn't something I can do, but I feel like I've found things to occupy the time I'm not spending on tumblr anymore, so I feel distancing myself from the site is possible. Not having the app on my phone anymore helps.

Anyway, I took a quick look on twitter today, and while I didn't see any sxf spoilers, I did see a post about a thematic week that I won't be able to take part in, not even as an audience, because it will be centered around stuff I haven't seen yet.

And damn me, I want to read further into the story so bad. It's been almost six full months since the last episode aired, and I'm finding myself wondering what is happening next based on the vague spoilers I've gotten. And there's at least three and a half more months left. I just know, I know it, that I will enjoy the story three times as much seeing it animated - and like, if I'm truly honest, my main drawback from manga reading isn't that it's not animated, or acted, or even coloured. It's that my way of reading it is not how it's intended to be read. Like, if I could have the chapters printed out for me, that would be ideal. Like:

Reading the story like this? Feeling the pages in my hands, seeing the wide and two-page panels in all their glory? Terrific. Perfect. 10/10.

Reading it like this? Having to scroll up and down for long panels, zoom in for small speech bubbles and out for wide panels, pixels getting distorted based on how zoomed in I am? No, thank you, immersion go bye bye. If I had a vertical monitor I probably could have worked it out, but I don't have a vertical monitor nor can I afford one right now.

And you'll tell me, well, a lot of further chapters are available in the next volumes. And I'll say, I'll probably work only for half of July, my contract ends after that, and in August I may need to move out to a different city so I won't even be able to get a steady job that won't work me to the bone. And I'm on a tight budget, so even the forty euros (being generous here, cause volume 10 isn't easily available to me yet so 10 euros for it is a generous offer) I would spend on the next four volumes are money I cannot afford right now. Plus, I know they don't reach to the current chapters so I would still have a ton of spoilers to avoid.

I don't know why I'm explaining all this lmao. I just feel like I don't want people to think I'm an anime snob. Because by god with every week I feel my resolve break. If I actually make it to October without having read one single manga chapter it will be a miracle. It's such a weird challenge I'm putting myself through, I don't even know if y'all can understand it. It's not like it's a challenge I can "win", or a challenge I can award myself for passing. Maybe a bit of venting can help, idk. It's not like I'm asking for recognition or pity or something, I am aware of how weird my choice may seem. I just had some feelings and thought, "well, fuck, what do I have my tumblr blog for".

Idk. I just feel like I love this story so much and in such a way that I also want to properly enjoy it. If I lived in Japan and spoke the language, you know I'd be running to whatever stores sell the magazine where the new chapters are posted in every two weeks and sit outside the very store and read the new chapter before even getting back home (wait, are individual chapters even printed out in Shonen Jump? I'm not sure I've understood the whole thing completely). But since that isn't happening, my choices are a) waiting for a long time and not interacting with fans, but enjoying the story animated, with colour, voice acting, soundtrack and on wide screen (and yeah yeah it's an adaptation not the original but listen it's a good adaptation and this is why it's drawn me in) and b) getting the full story and interacting with fans now but seeing the story in broken-down panels and messed up pixels, while having to fix the zoom-in and -out on every page. And I know me. I know choice a will make me immersed in the story, while choice b will just give me the details of the story. Maybe I am a snob after all, idk. I'm not making any effort to explain or apologize for myself. I'm just venting, lol. It's been weird and lonely and IT'S BEEN TOO LONG AND OCTOBER IS TOO FAR AWAY T_T

Anyway. Been doing good other than that. I will probably revert to logging out every day in order to try and keep my distance from the site, but coming back every other day or so. We'll see. I have a few messages to respond to (and a few more spoiler-free manga panels to react to! yay!) so I'll get to those today.

#nette speaks #wow that was a vent lol

[cr1mson5returns]

Fic idea I'm tossing around...

So lemme know if you want it? Keep in mind I haven't read a comic book since 2011, so. This is pre-New 52 and anything that came after it. If that even matters anymore.

Tim hasn't been around for several days. Not on patrol, not at the manor, not at Wayne Tower, nowhere. In typical Bruce and Dick fashion, they barely notice - figure he's probably doing his own thing (he does do that a lot, these days) and he'll be back soon. He's terrible at returning messages when he's hyperfocused, and sometimes just ignores people when he doesn't have anything to say, so he'll get back to them when he's less busy than he is now.

Jason, seeing an opportunity, thinks to himself that somebody has to eat all the food in Tim's fridge. He lets himself in and the apartment is a fucking wreck. It's clear there's been a struggle here; the bathroom mirror is shattered, the kitchen table toppled over, broken glass all over the floor, the TV pierced by a few Batarangs, etc. Jason is instantly so angry at this entire family unit (but especially at himself for not even thinking to question Tim's absence) and he takes some pictures of the trashed apartment. Sends them along in a text to Dick, and then to Bruce. Says, "Maybe we oughta start looking for the kid??"

The trail is immediately cold. Tim's place isn't on the Bat-network of security systems (anymore) so Babs hits a firewall she's not comfortable trying to crack. She's not sure what happens if she breaches it; maybe nothing, maybe something weird, it's Tim, who knows? So they start trying to figure out what could've happened there and it's not entirely obvious. Dick starts up a list of enemies known to them who could want something with Tim. It's a long list, lots of work to be done. They have to split it up between them.

Tim, for his part, is not even in Gotham City anymore. He doesn't know exactly where he is, but that hardly matters to him. He's tired from a few days of too little sleep, hungry from running almost entirely on breakfast bars and the most ungodly concoction of caffeine ever created, and sore from recent injuries he didn't have the time to address properly. And besides all that, he's strapped to a chair in a dingy basement somewhere, no windows or light sources other than a single bulb over his head, and they're trying to break him. He hasn't broken out yet because the attack on his mind is exhausting and relentless. He's never met this particular psychic before - he's pretty sure, anyway - but they're pressing buttons, sensitive ones, and often. He thinks maybe it's been two days already. They comment on his strength, tell him it's impressive. "You'll break, though. Everyone does."

Tim holds out as long as he can, he really does. He shies away from the probing influence of another mind, poking at his defenses, trying to get him to crack. He doesn't know what information they want but they won't get it.

There's a laugh from somewhere behind him. Gentler than he expected, almost pitying. "Silly boy, I know everything I want to know." They bend down to whisper in his ear, hands on his shoulders, rubbing, almost soothing. "I just want you to relax a little. Have some fun."

Tim knows it's over the moment his guard slips a bit. Suddenly he's flooded, and it's warm and he's losing the tension in his muscles, leaning into the person's touch. And they know they have him now, and even as he feels his inhibitions falling away and their hold on him growing stronger, he's drawn even deeper by that invasive but enticing whisper (at his ear? in his mind? he doesn't know and doesn't care) that says, "Wouldn't it be nice, though? Just for them to see you as a threat for once."

It's been eight days since the last time anyone saw Tim and they get good news. Babs caught security footage from the penthouse at Wayne Tower. It's late at night, everyone is just going on patrol, and Tim's there, suited up. Looking for something, it seems. Relieved and a little cheerful, Nightwing volunteers to go fetch him. He lets Batman know he's in the penthouse, and Batman honestly isn't expecting the call for backup he gets less than five minutes later, Dick practically shouting on the other line for help.

The fight carries them very quickly out of the nearest window and Dick is good, these are the streets he's known for years, but he forgets sometimes Tim followed them without equipment and he doesn't think he can outrun his little brother. Tim's keeping up with every swing, every turn, every move to throw him off balance.

Jason gets there first. Fires some shots up into the air from a moving vehicle below, figures he can at least get Tim's attention or get him to stop. Dick comes over the line: "I don't see him anymore."

Tim crashes down on the hood of the car and before Jason can react there's a pipe swinging into the windshield, shattering it, and Tim's hand reaches through and jerks on the wheel and the car's crashing against the curb, up and over, into a storefront. Jason kicks at the door to open it and Tim is stalking toward him, fast, with this sinister little grin on his face like he's about to fuck Jason up. He's not sure what else to do so Jason flings a Batarang - watches as Tim smoothly catches it, reaction time still too slow to respond to the arc of Tim's arm as he throws it back and it sails back and into Jason's thigh.

Dick jumps down between them and has clearly given up on reason. Tim's not listening, anyway. Dick swings and connects with Tim's jaw, knocking him flat for a moment. Dick instantly feels a surge of guilt; he hit harder than he meant to, and he bends down to offer Tim a hand when he realizes that sinister grin is back. Tim bit his own tongue on the impact with the sidewalk, but he doesn't seem to care. Spits blood on the concrete and lunges again.

It takes almost everyone to bring him down and at least incapacitate him. When Tim is finally freed of the mind-control influence, everyone tries to bring his spirits up about it. "It's not a big deal, we know you didn't mean it."

Tim holds in what he wants to say. Slips out when it's midmorning and everyone's still asleep. Gets on the next plane out of Gotham and hides out in a safehouse the second he gets to Berlin. He tends to his own injuries there and doesn't have a phone or any way to be contacted, doesn't turn on a single computer or device that might let them know where he is. He doesn't want to tell them he meant it. That it wasn't that hard to be convinced to do all those things. He'd been hiding the more.....violent tendencies for a while, but under that influence, with the pain ebbing away and the tiredness subsiding, there was unbridled, unadulterated rage. They didn't respect him, they didn't care what happened to him, and maybe some of that feeling was the mind control but a lot of it was pent-up resentment and hurt. He kept it under wraps. Took it out on people who had nothing to do with their family, their problems. But he couldn't deny that sometimes, he really wished he wasn't so inclined to keep it quiet. And they cracked all his carefully constructed defenses, brought him into a part of himself he didn't want to think about, a part that liked it when people hit him like they meant it because it meant he could hit back with every ounce of his weight behind him. And Tim can throw his body weight around well, even when he hasn't been eating as much and sleeping as often. He thinks about how it felt to hurt his brothers, to really haul off and unload on everyone. He doesn't like that even with full control of himself restored, he still sort of feels....powerful for having done it. Like maybe now they'll see him differently, won't brush him aside as often.

Tim hides out for a while before he comes back to Gotham City.

#bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #batfamily

[lilflowerpot]

What an entire fucking mood, chasing the serotonin high of one particular fixation and absolutely nothing else until it wears off... at which point I have already become an immobile heap on the floor, drained of my passion and energy. And while yes questions about my stories or worldbuilding fuel me to think up answers for them, I too cannot force myself to answer in detail a topic that I am uninterested in. That's just how it is.

And eyup t'was me! Surprise! I've been lurking for A While now.

And I just like the... the one-ness with nature, that sort of reciprocal relationship that the Eiyyka’an religion dictates— I just love it when there's not a harsh line drawn between a people and nature. I like to read about such cultures, and I sure as hell love creating them. The jungles, the planet sustained you, and you would nourish it in return upon death. I also love the little tidbits that make the concept feel more full: the aristocrats and their owned land, the controversies arising from some circumstances because there's no way a culture or a collection of cultures would be entirely without conflicting beliefs and needs. So there's a... requirement? for places that produce food to label or mark whether their food was cultivated on a burial site. I like that sort of little thing that arises from building a unique culture. You did such a great job! Launching your dead straight into the heart of a star... what a fucking metal way to go. I can definitely believe that the Galra ancestors would have done it if they had the means to do so.

And I have indeed seen the punnett square post, even though the numbers made my head spin quite a bit (which is no fault of yours, I uh, I just have no sense of scale nor numbers unfortunately, someone could tell me “that's 100ft long” and I would be unable to envision the size of the object they're describing) and I will let you know that I found the subject matter deeply deeply fascinating!

My spoons keep being used up these days by all the too-ambitious odd projects big and small I've been taking up, I made good progress on my ongoing project series of character design sheets, though I haven't been able to write properly for a while now. I'll... get to it. Some day. Maybe I'll show you my stuff someday as well, and I assure you that reading Little Blade is still on my to-do list.

I hope you're having a nice day!

— the worldbuilding enthusiast

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Hello again my darling! Evidently it took me a while to answer this one because I was, as you so eloquently termed it, "chasing the serotonin high of one particular fixation (TotK) and absolutely nothing else until it [wore] off," and now here we are.

The Eiyyka’an faith is near and dear to my heart because it just naturally wrote itself into something so gentle that I couldn't help but fall in love with it ♡ I myself have always been one for those sorts of cyclical, balanced relationships with the world, and it simply felt right to me that those who lived in the lushest most verdant areas of Daibazaal would consider it a profound blessing, and as such would want to give back as and when they could. And I'm pleased you feel I've done a good job regarding the little conflicts and controversies of Imperial culture, because as you say it wouldn't feel realistic for everyone to agree on everything—particularly in a people so numerous and widespread as the galra!

Nono you're absolutely valid in saying the punnet square numbers made your head spin (they certainly did mine), the human brain really isn't cut out to envision quantities on the scale we're talking for Imperial population 😅

Ah, the ol' spoon deficit,,,, believe me sweetheart, I've been there, but I'm glad to hear your personal projects are going well! I wish you the best of luck, love!!

#worldbuilding can be such fun I do hope you enjoy the process #Ao3 Little Blade #sa screams back

[incaensio]

setting : district thirteen's infirmary, days one to three after the arena breakout.

it is the sting in her hand that wakes her up. instinctively, she raises that, only to find something fight back — her eyes ache as she opens them, only to realize she's in a hospital of sorts. the rush of panic is familiar as she believes herself to be in the capitol. of course. the plan — rebellion, however haymitch had put it — could never work. they haven't strapped her to bed, however, which is foolish. her head is hazy but anxiety is a powerful tool that pushes her to tug at the line set in her arm; she keeps her heart monitor (nevermind it is spiking) as she properly sits up, looking around to set herself. the curtains are drawn shut, but the privacy is not a cage — only a mask that keeps her from finding an exit, which is just as bad.

there's a chiffonier on top of which the big machine that monitored her heart rested. the sounds are louder now, how long until someone comes? she doesn't have the time to hesitate. so she doesn't. she goes through the drawers, finding all sort of useless things in the unlocked ones — silicone ties and gauze and a fluid bag or two — and, just as the she hears the sliding of the door, she secures a hand around a syringe, and falls back in bed, keeping the needle under the covers.

her nearby captor is dressed in all gray, other than the medical coat; there's a device in their wrist and they talk into it, something along the lines of she's awake. oh yeah, she's awake, katniss thinks. they approach to take her vitals and she pounces, sticking the needle in their neck — that is enough for them to stumble backwards, and katniss tries to push her own body forward; she slings her legs out of the covers and out of the bed, but her knees wobble and she falls to the floor. it is just enough time for another person to come and sting her with something else.

everything's black again.

———

when she wakes up again, the first thing she notices are the restraints. they keep her lying down, tight against the mattress, and, this time, there's no delay in the arrival of the medic. it's the same doctor, only they have some kind of bandage around their neck; katniss would smirk at that if she wasn't so groggy, or defeated that her attempt has failed.

"do you know your name?" the person's voice is a bit husky.

"don't act like you ain't fuckin' know it." katniss' own voice feels as if she has slept for days — she should feel that drop in her stomach as she realizes that's probably the truth, but it doesn't come. they've put her in something more powerful, then. that's bad.

"we need to be proper here." in hospitals in the capitol, they had mini computer screens — tablets, or holos — when they wrote down patient information. this person uses paper. that's odd.

"i ain't proper, haven't ya heard? where in the capitol are we?”

there's a pause then, but the person's expression doesn't change much. they've been doing this for a while, probably — it's the same look her mother has when she handles patients: impersonal, profissional, secure. even if the patient has just tried to kill them. katniss isn't sure either to respect this person or loathe them.

"we're in district thirteen, katniss everdeen. you've been brought here two days ago by haymitch abernathy, along with some more people from the capitol to join the cause against the tyranny of the capitol." well, that's a bunch of bullshit if she has ever known it. obviously, the capitol caught up to the hovercraft and captured them, and is now playing mind games. destroying her for her dare to fight back. they're fucking wrong if they think she will stop now. "you've broken two fingers in your left hand when you assaulted soldier abernathy. they're setting, and you'll be able to use your bow in no time." they want her armed, after she's just tried to kill them? that's either interesting or just dumb.

"it would be nice if you ate something, it has been a while since your last meal according to your bloodwork." the person is offering a plate of something that looks like oatmeal. katniss barely gives the food a glance before glaring at the medic. food is the last thing in her mind, and she'd rather starve herself than eat something from this fake district (it would be better if she did starve. a full circle, at last).

"what about haymitch?"

"he's alive, and his nose is back in place. you're not ambidextruous, so the hit wasn't precise."

that smile comes to her face now. then it falls, back to a scowl. what does she care that haymitch is alive if he's left peeta behind to die? she'd have preferred if he was dead. perhaps she'd have had better luck if she went for his throat rather than his face.

there's another moment of silence, and then katniss hears her own laughter bubbling out.

"soldier? haymitch?"

"we're all soldiers here. we're all fighting for the cause, mockingjay."

that takes away all the sardonic amusement from her face. she finally feels the cooling in her stomach.

"where's my family?”

that's the first thing that seems to distress the person. they look to the side, as if waiting for help. it comes swiftly, another spike in the medicine making her pass out.

they're dead too, then, is the last thing she thinks.

———

she doesn’t want to wake up a third time. she wants the drugs to take her forever. there’s a part of her that finds it amusing that they shall not have any mockingjay, that this is over for her, finally. then the softest, most familiar voice rings through the room. “can you remove these from her, please?” primrose. katniss’ breath becomes ragged even before she opens her eyes, but panic is halted at her sister’s gentle hand undoing the straps around her body; prim’s hands then go to her face, brush away a stray hair or two (they haven’t bothered braiding her hair, then. guess if she attacked a medic who went to take her vitals, trying to make her pretty is not worth it. this is truly not the capitol).

“katniss.” prim breathes. there are tears in her eyes. katniss finds that, as her vision blurs, she also her tears in her eyes. someone else comes in — katniss recognizes her mother, the now rare dread in her face. “katniss!” she’s less gentle than prim as she wraps her arms around her eldest daughter, and something is heavy in katniss’ throat at her mother’s worry for her. it feels foreign, but she doesn't flnch away. lilian pulls away and prim keeps a hand on katniss’ own, as lilian takes the other.

“am i dead?” it’s katniss’ own voice, that rough pattern that seems to have become her new tone. lilian’s face turns in a way that katniss has seen in the mirror sometimes — how ironic is that, that she has always been deemed her father’s mini me, yet it is lilian she has become — and she looks at prim, then back at katniss. “no, katniss. we’re in district thirteen. they- they’ve just taken us in.”

“yes, we’ve just arrived. we came straight to see you. we didn’t know if you were alive after the interview, the arena blew up just a bit after that, and they turned off all the tvs then.” prim is the one telling the story. she has a steadier voice, her little duck. one year ago, she turned to katniss’ side in bed in tears about her first reaping, and now she’s sitting at her death bed, comforting her as she tells what certainly is a fresh horror katniss is unaware of.

“katniss,” lilian has started again. katniss wonders if they have rehearsed this on the hovercraft. “we couldn’t have come any sooner.” a pause, and the two healers of the everdeen line look at one another. “katniss,” she’s getting tired of her own name. she’s getting sick of this.

“what?” annoyance is palpable. “spill it.” her insolence earns her lilian’s sad, shocked eyes. that’s nothing new. primrose looks at their mother, and, adding to katniss’ suspicion of an arrangement between the two, lilian stands up, saying she will check what they’re giving katniss. of course. mother always scrambles in times like this.

“after the power went out, we waited. we could tell something was coming. and then… we could hear the cars running up the road. all the peacekeepers left. then... after a while... they dropped the bombs.” katniss blinks. “they bombed twelve, katniss.” katniss is speechless in a way she has never been before. worse than when she couldn’t think of the right words. she just can’t think of anything. anything but they bombed twelve, katniss.

“because of me.” it’s the only thing she can say.

the volunteering for prim. the arrow to the gamemakers. the flowers for rue. the berries for peeta. the mockingjay dress by cinna, for the rebellion. bombs, for twelve. all pointless, because they're all dead (save from her sister, the first sacrifice, the only one that stuck).

“it’s my fault,” she can’t breathe. she tries to pull in the air, but she can not inhale, she can barely hear prim trying to tell her otherwise; she can not hear anything else but they bombed twelve, katniss. her hands, free for the first time in what feels like days, shoot up to her face, nails dragging across skin and then fingers curling around hairs and pulling until it hurts, until everything hurts.

someone holds her hands down — she thinks it’s prim, but when has prim gotten that strong? mother has found a syringe with one of the capitol/thirteen people, she’s approaching them — but she still can’t breathe properly and her chest hurts so bad she’s almost begging for the now familiar oblivion, the one that everyone from twelve must have asked for when they burned, scorched by real flames, to coal.

real twelve coal. katniss can hear herself laughing again.

then darkness embraces her as the loop restarts.

#suicide ideation tw #hospital tw #needles tw #violence tw #panic attack tw #self harm tw #drug use tw #— 𝐾. 𝐸. : written. #eventideevent04 #ptsd tw #attempted murder tw #under a read more because it is a whopping

[erebosblue]

welcome to literally I haven't even finished a fic for this fandom yet and I'm gonna yell into the void about a ship anyway.

I do not understand why Yatoma is a rarepair?????

sure sure Kaz, (just get used to me calling him Kaz that's what I default to at this point,) is canonically in love with Bishamon and Yato and Hiyori are love interests even if I don't like that ship. but like??? when has that ever stopped shippers before?

I do like Bishamon and Kaz in a lot of ways, but y'all are sleeping on Yatoma and I will not let that stand.

(also: I am pretty aware of what happens in the manga but I'm still catching up so pardon mistakes I'm just silly little guy with Opinions.™️)

Yato and Kaz is such a beautiful and tragic love story. even more so than the other ships that involve either one of them.

Kaz is a guy who's loyal to a fault. he will do anything in his power to keep those he loves safe and this often works to his detriment. he's betrayed Bishamon multiple times because he wants to protect her. Kaz will do anything and everything to save his loved ones no matter what happens to him.

he gets killed? fine by him.

he becomes a Nora? as long as Veena has justice, he will do it. he will beg for it.

Kaz's extreme loyalty can even make him seem untrustworthy in a divine sense of irony. not just when it's being used against him for a plan to kill Bishamon.

Kaz's loyalty is something that can only end in pain for him because he just doesn't value himself. he is a tool to help his God(s) and nothing more.

and then there's Yato. someone can seem extremely noncommittal not by choice, but by circumstance. because the thing is, once you have a place in Yato's heart, he doesn't want to let go.

but he is forced to over and over again. he is forced to release Shinki because they think he's unreliable because he just dips sometimes and no one knows why.

he cares so deeply about the people close to him but it doesn't seem that way because

he doesn't know how to properly communicate that and

he keeps everything close to his chest out of fear.

Yato would do fucking anything to keep everyone safe and even die for them even though he is terrified about ceasing to exist.

Kaz is ready to die because he thinks that it's just the natural progression of his use and Yato is ready to die because he thinks it's the one good thing he can do.

but that's not quite it. Yato didn't want to die, he was trying to get his name out there so that he wouldn't die, but once it became clear there was no time, he accepted death because killing Father means more that continued existence.

this could be false, but just from what I've seen and been able to read between the lines of, Yato was always going to kill Father once he realized that he wanted to be better after Sakura, but he didn't want to die and never come back.

it was a waiting game. one that Father won out because Yato's name is still unknown.

but Yato is okay with that as long as he's free for maybe just a minute and everyone else is safe. everyone that made him truly happy.

okay, okay, but why does any of that mean Kaz and Yato are a good ship?

because they are tragically similar and drawn to each other.

Yato was Kaz's beginning and Kaz is Yato's end. Yato is the reason why Kaz is a Blessed Vessel and Kaz is what allowed Yato to go on the suicide mission that is fighting Father.

Yato is a God that barely feels like a God with all the chains around him. how little he was allowed to know. how much of his life was determined by a man that should, by all means, be beneath him but isn't.

Kaz is a Shinki that keeps falling in love with Gods (/p or /r) and is hurdling towards self-destruction as he tries to keep all his loyalties in order. a Shinki that has much more power of his Gods than any Shinki should. because Bishamon is emotionally reliant on him and Yato needs/needed him to protect him. (I'm not saying Kaz is manipulative. he's not.)

Yato and Kaz are God and Shinki in labels but reading their interactions it never feels like that typical master-Shinki relationship because it's not. they never have been that and never will be.

Kaz demeans his own feelings because "Gods can never love humans" and Yato does because he's afraid.

Kazune and Kazuma are distinctly different because Yato brings out a piece of Kaz that is much less strict and more,,, human. Bishamon and Kaz are always going to be limited by the fact that Kaz views her as above him. sure, he views Yato as above him too, but it's a lot less blatant. he talks to Yato with an ease that we don't see a lot.

Kaz is a very deliberate man. he rarely talks without purpose and intent. his words have to mean something for him to say anything. but it's different with Yato because they are different together.

Yukine might be Yato's guidepost and Blessed Vessel, but Yato is too parental over him to do some of the things he does with Kaz. because Kaz is his friend. not his kid.

this is getting way too long, but I just have a lot to say okay?

Yato and Kaz are the definition of Star-Crossed Lovers because no matter what they will end up apart. Kaz's first loyalty is to Bishamon and Yato was always going to die trying to be free. they're God and Shinki. two Noras (I'm counting Yato as something like a Nora,) fighting back against someone who hurt them and then they will separate. back to their true masters. Bishamon and lady death herself.

#yatoma #noragami yato #noragami #kazuma noragami #noragami kazuma #kazune #bishamon #I have a lot of thoughts #and I analyze characters too much #I didn't even say everything I have to say about this ship but- #I think this is enough for right now #norgami spoilers

[tlgtw]

-- Second Prototaxite Incident: Hair --

Hello,

It is with great ANGER I inform you that I have been beset with another moment akin to, months ago, that I saw images of prototaxite fossils.

Some of you may recall my post from some time ago, regarding my theory (Though not presumably mine, cause frankly I'd be really surprised if I actually was the first to suggest this concept.) that the mountain Leyndell is built on top of, as well its crater, crater lake, central island *to* that crater lake, the incredibly long vertical chamber ending with the Forsaken Depths, the Deeproot Depths themselves, and the formations of the Siofra and Ainsel Rivers (Google images of 'lava tubes' and compare them to the entrance areas of Ainsel, to quickly see what I mean for those ones, specifically.) all seem to indicate that what I have been referring to lately as 'Mt Leyndell,' was in-fact, an active volcano, looooong in the past.

I have literally SO much fucking circumstantial evidence that can be framed to support this theory. It's a blast.

Come that part of "Episode 2," (I'll be announcing the new-and-improved forecast for all of that on Monday, as planned.) you'll see what I mean for yourself. So I'm not gonna go into any other details here.

The real point of this post is, just like the first time this happened, that moments ago I found another piece of what is, to confirm, literally just circumstantial evidence. The only proof is in my eyeballs, just as before, it's literally just appearances. That I nonetheless find so completely random in how precise it is, that I can scarcely imagine what else kind of reveal it could be foreshadowing.

Assuming, of course, that it *is* specifically, foreshadowing *something,* in the first place. Which is not an insignificant assumption to make.

My own literal lack of imagination is of course not a sign of any clairvoyance. The video that will include the covering of this topic itself will go over it all properly, and there is a *lot* I still haven't said, regarding my so-called 'Mt Leyndell,' and ensuing potential implications for the rest of the story, if such a thing was actually revealed. ('Mt Leyndell' isn't even the actual name of the topic as a whole.)

(And if you want to be cheeky about it, too. The four colours currently associated with the powers of the Elden Ring: Black, Yellow, Orange, and Red, are also all found in lava as well! With the molten rock itself, and then the hardened outer crust of it. And there's also the interaction between the Rune of Death and obsidian as expressed through the Godslayer equipment and, then there's the whole Capital of Ash thing, with embers falling down from the sky for days upon days proceeding it and then, uh... hm...............)

I think I am beating around the bush.

To shorten it all, then: "Get excited!" and the random-ass fucking HAIR on Marika's hammer in the E3 reveal teaser, a trillion fucking years ago for this game, is fucking pele's hair.

No shit the magic of the Fire Giants all look the way they do, then, don't they? No shit, the 'Draconian' preset, from the character creator, says they didn't LIVE for very long, isn't it!? No shit, a tree sprouting next to a mountain with a lake on top, would be given a moniker like 'the melting pot of ancient life' during the age of the ancient dragons where that same tree, during the *current* age, for no clear reason, isn't! As well as why the powers of the Elden Ring, responsible for the Living Jars, are drawn the otherwise completely random thematic connection to STEWING.

And so on and so on. I'm of course just teasing. You'll see all of this and more (and as a lot more interesting, I hope, than all this is appearing here) in that video itself.

Will it be eventually revealed somehow that my identification is wrong, and that this and everything else had actually been foreshadowing something else entirely!? Heavens-to-betsy, I'm going to be furious if it doesn't.

As they say, confidence kills the gambling heart. And I hold mine very close.

I'll Be Yours, T-L-G-T-W

#ERwSET #Elden Ring #Elden Ring Lore #Mt Leyndell

[foxpunk]

I would like to hear about your vampires 👀

OH BOY!!!

So, Jessie (they/he/whatever) and Angel (he/him; Spanish name pronunciation: Ahn-hell, though he's alright with Angel too). They are precious OCs with stupid-baka-lives that I made with my bestie, Joan.

Jessie is a vampire who is relatively "new." They got turned in the 90s when they were in their 20s and living the goth dream. I mean Goth goth. PLEASE look up 90s goth fashion. The hair, the makeup... *chef kiss*

Then we get to modern day, and we have our lovely bisexual himbo college Jock, Angel. Now you may be thinking he does not sound like a stereotypical vampire, and you are correct. Because at this point, he is Not a vampire. He is a ray of sunshine, actually, so this story is hilariously ironic. He's social, and outgoing, and young, and uh. A little bit slow on the uptake (more on that later)...he's doing his best!

He's also got a thing for goths. Lol. Lmao.

One day he's at some party on campus when he notices Jessie gatecrashing, and being a wallflower, and generally being SO his type. Luckily our boy Angel is Jessie's type too. Their blood type, that is. Meaning. Yep, he's got blood alright! (...it Does help that he's cute)

Anyways, getting straight (or, bisexual, actually) to the point: they have a one night stand. Or at least, it was Supposed to be a one night stand, with Jessie nabbing a bit of fresh blood at some point and Angel none the wiser. Jessie just says they're a biter, which, to be fair, is Not a lie. But now, it's the morning after, and Jessie doesn't shoo off Angel right away. Both because he seems like a good guy who won't be weird about it, and because Angel seems like the king of guy who needs five meals a day or he'll die. Totally the only reasons. So, instead of shooing, they offer some breakfast to Angel.

Angel, darling that he is, eagerly accepts. Jessie, however, forgot to take into account that they are a Vampire and Angel is Not A Vampire. They need to give Angel actual edible food. Which like. It's not like Jessie never eats human food, it's just rare these days. So they've got to scrounge around to try and find anything and they find...some dubiously aged Eggos. Jessie tries to say maybe they should go get some ingredients to actually make somethint, but Angel is like it's fineee! I love Eggos!! They've been in the fridge this whole time!!! What could possibly go wrong!!!!!!!

So yeah, Angel chokes on these stale old Eggos and Jessie does not know the Heimlich or CPR. Not very high on vampire To-Learn priority lists I guess what with the uh. Immortality and all.

...Yeah, you guessed it. Jessie - understandably, really - panics over the dead body in their apartment and is like. OH, FUCK... WELL. I DO HAVE A SOLUTION FOR THIS and they turn Angel...That part is less understandable but a LOT funnier, so it stays.

TL;DR: Angel takes this all (relatively) in stride and is just happy to be here. Jessie thinks he is insane for this (they're right) and is now also responsible for giving this jock, this ray of sunshine, this...Extrovert...the Vampire 101 crash course.

Needless to say, chaos ensues.

(They do eventually properly enter A Relationship together and everyone around them is going to suffer through their eternal undying honeymoon phase.)

Bonus Content: There's more characters in this story! Like the legitimately batshit (<- compliment) 500+ year old bar owner vampire who sired Jessie. She is so unhinged and girlboss I love her. And also, Angel's long time Best Friend/former soccer team mate who is a disabled trans lesbian werewolf. Who Angel did NOT know is a werewolf AT ALL despite her barely bothering to hide it around him in recent years. I did mention he was slow on the uptake, remember...

So, yeah, that's the rundown on them! I haven't drawn the others yet, but here's some Jessie and Angel for y'all <3

[ Character Descriptions: Angel has a bigger body and face with an athletic build. His eyes are dark and a bit droopy with thick eyebrows, and hair is dark, wavy, and cut short in an undercut. There's a small birthmark dotted on his jawline. Jessie is shorter and slimmer. Their hair is grown past their shoulders, but shaved on the sides and heavily teased for volume. For makeup, their eyebrows are thin and sharp, eyeshadow is smudged on, and their eyeliner has two dramatic wings on the lower lids. They've also got several ear piercings along with a labret and nostril piercing. / End of character descriptions. ]

#actual alt text is in the images themselves #vampire 101 #<- temp tag for this #original character #original characters #ask

[chococookiez]

I FUCKING MISSED 4/13 I COMPLETELY FORGOR BUT IM POSTING ANYWAY

i was holding off on posting it until i had more content but i did a fantroll :]

some other art/shitposts i did with it (+ my other ocs)

and here's bonus ooc shitty doodles i did for my dying tiktok account

i haven't properly drawn anyone other than aradia and sollux (and eridan partially but i've only done march eridans for some reason) and the one with all of them was . the first time i drew any of them other than eridan please forgive me

words under the cut. i must ramble

so . homestuck huh

how did i spend my first 4/13 you ask? got up at 5am to fuck around with my (slightly drunk) friend on vrc until we got tired, had various revelations, a whole crisis that i do not wish to unpack... im forgetting something

oh yea

dumb of ass moment: i played that one fucking solkat vn literally just for the hell of it

I haven't read the comic yet BECAUSE im planning to binge read the entire fucking thing over the summer with my friends and i am fucking HYPED i have the unofficial collection downloaded on my pc already in preparation and we're planning on doing a massive party once we're done we are going to have a fucking ball with this . technically i've only been properly interested in homestuck since february which i find really funny cause my brain made the switch so fast it gave me fucking whiplash. i've literally never had an interest hit me THIS HARD in my life especially with how little canon content i have to work with currently since im saving it all for the summer (the restraint is so hard y'all have no idea)

highlights of shit i've done to do with homestuck other than art so far:

made 2 extended zodiac pins out of pre-existing pins i had, one for myself and one for my irl friend

said irl friend had to suffer through a 2+ hour long infodump where i just showed them all the main characters i had knowledge about (beta/alpha kids/trolls, ancestors and cherubs), did a hussie and had The Quadrant Ramble™, shittily explained classes and aspects and tried my best to explain The Weird Time Bullshit™ (it was very fun for me . he also said it was fun but i have my doubts)

speaking of quadrants i've made 4 quadrant keychains (erisol spade, cronkri heart, meowrails + kurtuna diamonds) (currently only displaying 3 of them since the meowrails one fucking SELF DESTRUCTED as in the paint fucking peeled itself off and ive been too lazy to remake it rn) and i've been slightly tempted to add a solkat one but i have no clue what quad i'd put them in tbh and that's the only thing stopping me (oh and a meuloz heart . just because)

very very vaguely hinted at this once before but i made a shitty character playlist. not linking it or saying who it is. y'all can just guess

i made... an eridan osu skin. out of one i had already that i liked. and i've been tempted to make a sollux one. did you know im mentally ill (something did spark this: i had a map of eridan's theme that had a skin on it, so decided to make a full one out of it to fuck with my friend who likes him)

im planning on cosplaying A Troll but have no sodding clue which one. my internal options rn are kanaya, vantases (have their outfits/something like them on hand already, plus vantases have easy horns), leijons (associate myself with them a lot (one of my favourite vrc avatars to use rn is a meulin edit even), especially considering im a leo myself), eridan, aradia and feferi (they'd be hilariously fitting for reasons i wish to not explain, especially eridan)

am probably gonna land myself with a pile of homestuck merch, either from birthday gifts or my own stupidity

so yea, just a few words. i couldn't fight the homestuck

#homestuck #413 #4/13 #4/13/2023 #original character #oc #fantroll #aradia medigo #tavros nitram #sollux captor #karkat vantas #nepeta leijon #kanaya maryam #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #equius zahhak #gamzee makara #eridan ampora #feferi peixes #beta trolls #this is a ramble post. #and today on cookie's ramblings #cookie's trash bin #MAUAMI USES IT/ITS BTW :D #it does have arms #the cloak doesnt

[byrnelokomo]

yknow something i haven't seen people point out yet (at least on tumblr) is how the trailers for totk have already confirmed/continued SEVERAL details and theories from botw that make the plot setup for totk seem..... VERY interesting

first of all, smth i noticed a while back was the floating island confirmation. in botw, on the octoballoon quest for that kid, he gives you this dialogue:

[image IDs:

image 1 is a screenshot of dialogue from Shamae that says, "I sometimes see it in my dreams. Do you think that a long time ago people used to live in the sky? I hope so..."

image 2 is another screenshot from Shamae that says, "Good kids can see it! They can see the kingdom floating in the sky!"

end image ID]

and ofc the importance of that is obvious now BUT AT THE TIME i just took it for a reference to skyward sword for fun, like all the place name references. but now it's apparent it Wasn't.

which is very interesting because this means they were planning the plot of totk at least from the development of breath of the wild. and remembering how soon totk was announced, that makes me very excited because it means the opportunity for totk to not just be taking place in the same world but to be a coherent sequel in every meaning of the word--for it to build off the story of botw--for it to purposely be foreshadowed in botw--is POSSIBLE.

and we all are talking about the zonai ruins rn and the architecture style in the new totk trailer, which, if it IS connected to the zonai, WAS intended in the original game to later connect to totk.

which brings me to point 3 that is very 👀👀 to me: those fucking luminous stones. glowing cyan magic or rocks or whatever are not exactly uncommon in loz, but i can't help but notice the similarity of the luminous rocks to the crystals in the first totk trailer, the ones everyone already went wild about regarding a possible time stones return from ss (and i am still very curious about).

the ones shown several times in the trailer, almost pointedly, seeming to drawn attention to themselves in the framing...

[image IDs: three screenshots from the original trailer of tears of the kingdom. the first is link and zelda in a dim cave of some sort walking a path while the camera views them from behind at ground level, over the edges of glowing aqua crystals. the second is an overhead shot of link and zelda doing the same, now with those same crystals shown to be on the side of the path and numerous. the third is them further along travelling across a seemingly underground bridge, with crystals littering the walls around them and framing the image from above and below and to both the right and left of the central bridge. end image ID]

i don't have a clearcut theory for these but something i DO think is very interesting is THIS description we get of the luminous stones in the botw ingame item menu:

Luminous Stone is one of the minerals found throughout Hyrule in The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. This mysterious mineral gives off a pale blue glow in the dark, which some believe to be souls of the dead. Apparently, this stone can be used as a base to make special clothing.

at the time i read this, i was very perplexed and intrigued by the bolded part of the text, because it seemed out of the ordinary for the typical game item descriptions. NOW though... i wonder if it was some kind of foreshadowing. and considering the sky references, i think there's an actual possible chance it might be. and considering how creepy the original trailer was and potential tone and magic we've seen of the new game, this could be some really fascinating lore or a plot hint.

i am just. really excited about the possibility of breath of the wild itself containing a lot of purposeful clues and foreshadowing for tears of the kingdom, and if totk will actually continue the story properly from botw, and answers questions from botw, yall.

especially whatever the FUCK was and is happening with the tapestry loredump in botw and ganondorf's origins in this story

#tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #nintendo #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #mine #totk #botw #theories #i think abt these things a lot and thought i oughta make a post abt them #loz mutuals dont let me down