#i still haven't learned how to draw clouds

[adventuringblind]

The Wolf, The Bunny, and the Muppet

Carlando X Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Carlos makes plans, Lando doesn't follow them, and punishment ensues. She's just trying to look cute, is that really so hard?

Warnings: Mildly dark Carlos, Denial, Overstimulation, Bondage, Degradation, Praise, PinV, Marking, Heavy subspace, Lando being a pain, BDSM, unprotected sex (not condoned), crying, anal with mild prep,

Notes: So... this is a thing. I fell in love with this towards the end. Dark Carlos is my new favorite thing. Hope the requester appreciates my effort because this was A LOT. Jk, kinda, but I do hope you like it!!

Side note: feeding my praise kink fuels my motivation to write. I am lacking that currently.

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It's not often Carlos makes a pre-planned effort to put a scene together. He's calculated, sure, but he can also go with whatever the situation calls for.

This weekend is different. He has something he wants to try and has made his partners aware of the plan. It's not often he gets to delve into non-sexual domination. The kind that builds up into something more.

He'd been very clear about the rules after getting them off on Thursday. Hopefully enough to satisfy them (Lando) until Sunday night where he would tear them apart and put them back together.

Lando has always been the trickier of the two. She does whatever Carlos says. Lando can but chooses not to.

Needless to say, that if Lando breaks any of the rule's things will become significantly more difficult for everyone involved. Mostly for himself, but Carlos also doesn't really want to put that much effort into doing something different.

Friday is easy. Lando isn't pent up, both are dressed in outfits he'd picked out, and haven't complained about it. Not that he's expecting it. He's not going to put them in something they aren't comfortable with.

Friday practice goes well. Enough for Carlos to have the energy to tease the pair. He leaves them wanting more, for obvious reasons. There is something so satisfying about having to people who love and trust you, begging for anything you give them. Carlos loves this feeling; addicted to it like a drug.

The climate they are racing in is warm enough that Carlos can comfortably have the female wear a dress that barely brushes the tops of her thighs. It's skimpy, and he loves it. He loves the attention she's getting and how people are gawking at her. There is a primal satisfaction deep down because he knows full well she's his.

On the other hand, he had to wrestle Lando's hoodie away from him. The risk of overheating left Carlos is a predicament. The result being a grumpy Brit who wants to die of a heat stroke but complied regardless.

He manages through qualifying fine. Knowing he's going to find his girl in the garage waiting for him. Carlos gets through media with a PR approved smile. Still eyeing Lando and the fact that he is back in his sweatshirt.

Carlos edges him for hours when they get back to the hotel. His precious girl sits right at his feet, waiting patiently for direction. Eyes glazed over at simply being made to watch and wait.

Lando is sweating horrifically. Carlos left him in the sweatshirt, making him regret his earlier misdemeanors. The Brit is slobbering on the sheets, begging for some reprieve. Carlos helps him take a cold shower when he thinks Lando has learned his lesson.

He makes the podium on Sunday. He's elated, walking on cloud nine. Satisfied with his adrenaline-fueled kisses to his lovers in a back corner before he heads to do media.

It's back in the garage when Charles starts laughing at an Instagram post. It draws Carlos' attention. He looks over to see what's on the screen, only to clench his jaw in utter disbelief.

Lando, is openly flirting with Oscar. His smug look says he knows exactly what he's doing. Of everyone, it had to be Oscar. It could've been Max for all he cared. Oscar just grates on his nerves with the way he looks at Lando.

He ends up having to stay later than expected. Lando had said he was heading back to the hotel to order dinner for them since he was done. Maybe try to make amends for his earlier stunt.

Carlos takes his girl with him. He watches her shudder as he praises her for being all weekend. Not like he expected anything different. Carlos broke her a long time ago. He's still breaking Lando.

He keys the room open, expecting to see food on the table and Lando sitting patiently. What he hears instead is Lando moaning. The sheets shifted around underneath his writhing body.

Carlos just stands and watches for a minute. Lando is clearly aware he's is but making no attempt to stop. The sounds he's letting out are exaggerated and whiny. Terribly desperate for something Carlos won't give him.

"Mmm - Oscah..."

And Carlos snaps. Any semblance of self-restraint disappears. The stoic facade he was trying to keep dissolves into a fiery anger. Red hot and boiling in his stomach.

Carlos storms over to Lando and flips him without any difficulty. He pins him with one hand and undoes his belt with the other. "What a fucking brat. You can't be a slut for one second can you?"

Lando is whining underneath him. It's a pathetic noise, and Carlos soaks up every bit of it. "Desperate little thing." He wraps Lando's wrists in his bet and tightens it. The Brit lay bare and vulnerable at the mercy of Carlos' decisions.

Carlos spares a glance at the female. She has stripped her own clothes and is kneeling by the bed. He wants to drown in the sight and ravish her until neither of them can breathe. "Must you ruin my plans, Landito?"

"Just wanted to feel you."

"Yeah, you're going to feel me for weeks after I'm done with you."

Carlos motions for the girls to come to him on the bed. She crawls to him, big eyes clouded with want. "You're so perfect, amour. I'm going to reward you for being so good this weekend. Lando will watch and take notes."

Lando whines as Carlos rolls him onto his back. Rough and calloused fingers grip at Lando's hips. They tease the sensitive areas where Lando needs him most. Cock achingly hard and dripping.

"Stay put and I might let you cum tonight."

Carlos moves closer to the angelic female, looking at him like he is the only thing in the world. He strips off his own clothes and pulls her body closer to his. The skin on skin alone has her eyes rolling back.

He pushes her head lower. Her mouth opens to receive his cock with no hesitation. She wraps her lips around him with such skill that Carlos can only get lost in it. Hand buried in her hair if only to worship her. There is no need to guide or hold as he bucks his hips up and hits the back of her throat.

It's impossible for him not to take advantage of her mouth. It is harder to stay away from the edge of ecstasy. But he manages, he pulls her off him and slams his lips onto hers.

His fingers slips into her cunt with ease. Wet from the weekend of waiting. The anticipation of feeling him finally comes to fruition.

"Sir, please - I need you." The brg falls from her lips like it's her first language. All she knows is him; drowning in the way his fingers rub against her g-spot. "Need to be filled by you."

Carlos can't deny the girl anything. He burries himself in her. Eye's burning holes into Lando's as he snaps his hips at a relentless pace. "How does it feel knowing this could've been you?"

Lando whines and pouts, hips bucking towards the spainard to find the friction he needs. Carlos grants him nothing but a handprint on his ass. Tears spring into his eyes at the sting. It grants Carlos a sick kind of satisfaction.

His girl pants his name. Her tongue sticks out of her mouth in search of him. The only satisfaction she gains is from being good for Carlos.

He feels her tighten around him, alerting him that she's on the edge. "Wait for me, I'm almost there." He whispers against her skin. She scratches at his back as he picks up the pace. Her own way of claiming him, it sends Carlos' head spinning.

She's begging for it but waiting so patiently. The control he has over her is intoxicating. He could keep her like this forever, but she's been good and deserves a reward.

"Cum for me, you've been so good princessa." She tightens around him, walls refusing to let up. Her body jolts in the pleasurable waves of dopamine and serotonin.

Carlos finishes with a few sloppy thrusts, painting the inside of her white. The only thing left is their heavy breathes as they bask in the high.

Carlos praises her as he pulls out. She whines at the loss of him, so he places a hand on her hip to ensure she knows he's present while in a vulnerable headspace. It's endearing how she needs him.

"See that Lando? Do you think you can be good? Can you listen to my words like the good boy I know you are?"

Lando is sobbing. Putty in the hands of Carlos. Broken and beautiful. Just the way he should be.

Carlos takes pity on him. Places Lando in-between the girls' legs. He waits, unmoving inside of his perfect girl.

He drips lube all over his fingers and takes care in opening up the Brit, but leaves him right enough to ensure a bit if a sting still.

Lando is keening. He's trying so hard not to move; to be good for Carlos.

Carlos takes his time sinking into the Brit. Each movement sends him further into the warmth of his Carlos' perfect girl. Lando is sobbing now, begging for anything Carlos is willing to give.

Carlos finally gives in. He show the two of them to mercy. Teeth clamping onto Lando's neck to mark him and fingers pinching the girls nipples causing her to shreik.

Perfect for him.

His.

All his.

Carlos fucks them into overstimulation. He's relentless and refuses to let the moment go to waste. Not when they are sobbing in pure ecstacy.

They chant his name, and he feeds off it. He could live in this place. Only hearing them worship him for the rest of his life.

Finally, he slows. He pulls out gently and whispers words of encouragement and praise. He kisses up and down their bodies and worships them because they are completely his.

He cleans them up with gentle hands, let's them know how much he loves and adores them.

Carlos cuddles them to sleep. The feeling of their hearts beating on either side of him only sends him further into the chasm of adoration for the two.

Hearts that are beating with his in tadem.

Hearts that beat for him.

#carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x female reader #carlos sainz x y/n #cs55 imagine #cs55 x reader #cs55 #carlando #carlos sainz x lando norris #lando norris x carlos sainz #lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris f1 #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #ln4 imagine #ln4 fic #ln4 #ln4 x reader #scuderia ferrari #mclaren lando norris #mclaren racing #mclaren #formula 1

[mudkirby]

Pebbles In order of appearance.

@druidshollow lore lore lore Dune lore lore

@flickering-nightfall whole reason I draw Pebbles the way I do since first exposure

@toxictoxicities b u f f

@dennis7231 still waiting on them dropwigs >:)

@weepinglilvessel ant snooooot

@mudkirby me :> 🔫

@shkika love your Suns

@northflowerowo Sorry I shoved him so far down lol

Honourable mentions/ shout outs: @trashiiplant Howwow Knight and Wainwowld :D

@kelnexia is lurking.

@daszombes Thank you for explaining lore, giving us peak story telling and characters to simp for in the form of the Iterator Logs. What? No Pebbles? Don't care. You're on here now.

Druid's Hollow, the first time I ever saw your YouTube channel was with the Distant Frontier video after just having gotten into Iterator Logs. One of the most pivotal pieces of media you've made in my life was God- Jake Daniels. That single video alone gave me the push I needed to make my first Rainworld oc Parting Clouds. The stories surrounding your characters (and Dune) are creative beyond my ability to write stories. Keep up your top tier memery.

Flickering Nightfall, I'ma put this in a nutshell. Duckdance. After that I found your blog via Google before I made a Tumblr and became enthralled by your content. From something as obscure to me as Infinity Train to Pebbles ragdolling, you were essentially my gateway into liking Iterators. I love the purple. I need moar.

Vic, b u f f I haven't known your blog long and was introduced to you through the My Goodbye animation. Since I was sort of entirely new to Rainworld at that point, I had no idea what was happening. I just saw a well drawn thing and went "oooooo". I'm all for Suns' antenna twitches and NSH box head. Also, body pillow 💀

Dennis, one of the first blogs I found when I first started Tumblr. I found you through the @iterator-ask-blog and found bullying Pebbles hilarious. I love the way you draw the yellow things on his head and I just appreciate that you do digital in general. I do not, will not and proceeds to die if I must. I've seen quick progress with your art style as well. Keep going.

Vessel, I barely know you. Who da heck are ye? I saw your art style once and knew I needed to follow. The way you draw Pebbles and Moon are so satisfying to stare at for minutes and I had way too much fun replicating that s n o o t. I don't know what you're up to with them aside from chaos. Murky Seas' story and design are fantastic. RIP

Shkika, I only found you through the @ask-looks-to-the-moon blog and love the way you draw the Iterators. It's very stylistic without straying too far. The three fingered hands to the goofy faces Moon expresses makes me smile. B a l l s. My Suns design was more so inspired by the way you make him as you were somehow the first Suns exposure. You're the only reason I can't see him without fluff. How did you make Pebbles cute kavvkatkcfadal

Northflowo, way back in 2022 in my first exposure to Hollow Knight, I found your channel through the Baby Mantis skin video with Nosk along with the lore in a nutshell video. Any other content I saw I forgor. In any case, your channel was there in my search for knowledge on that game. Fast-forward to the near conclusion of 2023 when I was first introduced to Rainworld. In my hunt for memes and more knowledge, I found the other lore in a nutshell video and realized you were the perfect channel for me as you had plenty of other content on that subject. Your art still manages to astound me, especially with the shot you did in the map Pliocene and the Warrior Cats redraws like with the waterfall. I'm trash at drawing backgrounds and might learn something from you.

And of great importance to me, @bornt-urnge/@zigmatism

@kitterjitters /@offended-dragon

Thank you for every moment of drawing from Pokemon to Kirby to Mire (oc) and anything else. You have made some of the largest impacts on my life, drawing, game choices and I've enjoyed every moment. I want to have more ridiculous sessions like that in the future and look forward to it.

Some of you have been around in my life for some time and others I've just found. All the same, every single art piece you've made has inspired me no matter how polished, memed or "trash". All of you have made an impact on me, no matter how miniscule. I look forward to the future with anticipation for all of your art. Have a terrific year, and with my deepest gratitude, thank you. Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading this.

#rain world #iterator #five pebbles #fp rw #art #me when when uhhh me theeeeee uuhhh umm me when the #adhd/add #man #pinned post #mud rants #i wrote this at like 1 am #i felt really generous #looking at it now i regret nothing #at least 1 am me was licid enough to make this good

[tatooineknights]

Day 3: SOLITARY CONFINEMENT

Eyelashes fluttered as the humming of the bacta tank filled the space around Luke Skywalker, the warm liquid bubbling up to the surface, finding an escape. He could see nothing beyond the bacta that restoratively clung to his skin, the room beyond dark as night. His body was numb, possibly sedated, with every extremity holding the weight of a thousand pounds.

"Father," Luke attempted to squeak out, but the respirator connected to his nose and mouth refused to allow him. The last thing he remembered was lying on the ground in the Throne Room, calling out for Darth Vader to save him from the torment of the Emperor.

Had he done it?

Something felt incredibly off, though Luke couldn't quite come up with a thought for it. His brow twisted, the young Jedi used all his strength to raise his left hand and pound it against the glass. There was a flicker of light in the room surrounding him, a wiring sound that soon joined the humming of the tank.

Luke could see himself, his glazed eyes seeing the blurred pink of his skin and the white of his underclothes beneath. As his vision began to come back to him, Luke started to notice the light dressing of purple lines that glimmered across his chest and to his arms. They were so faint, only the right amount of glare made it obvious. Peering past his white briefs, Luke could see the same pattern along his thighs. Scars? From the lightning, no doubt.

The harness clipped to Luke's waist suddenly began to lift him out of the bacta tank; the air was cold, causing him to instantly begin shivering and longing for the comfort of the warm fluid. As he looked around at his surroundings, a mechanical arm from the device above him wrapped around the respirator, unlocking it from the bridge of his nose and causing it to fall to the ground.

Luke's breathing was hard and ragged between his shivers.

"Where am I?"

He trembled, somewhat equally from the cold and also out of fear. Did his father help him after all? And if he didn't, why would the Emperor spare him? What about his friends on Endor, his sister? None of this was right and dread continued to creep on him.

The apparatus that hoisted him in the air moved him to the opposite side of the empty room, where only a small central device cackled with static above it. His stomach turned in knots - a containment field. "No," he shouted under his breath, futilely attempting to struggle and free himself from the harness that would lead him to captivity; but it was of no use, whatever had sedated him made it almost impossible to move, additionally causing his mind to be too clouded to draw on the Force. By the time he'd managed to kick his leg in defiance, the straps of the harness came loose and dropped Luke dead center on the device, levitating him in the air.

"Welcome, young Skywalker," a familiar gravelly voice spoke out over an intercom. A neon red light activated around what must be the door out, with a white circle centrally fixed. It must be watching him. "You claimed to be a Jedi when we lost spoke; so fitting is it, then, for you to be prisoner inside my palace: the former Jedi Temple."

"Let go of me," Luke replied, but the voice continued on, speaking over him. It must be a recording of some sort.

"It would be foolish to give up on you after only one attempt, as Lord Vader had said. Perhaps you are already see the failure of your pitiful ways. You will change your mind.. and you will embrace your destiny."

"You haven't learned a thing about me," Luke spat to the recording, venom and feeling coming to him as the effects of the sedative began to wear off. The youth was trapped in this cycle. But then his heart raced as he realized that Vader was still here - he had saved him, it seemed, at least from a certain point of view. But now the tables had been turned, and Luke was in greater danger than ever before. He wasn't sure how he would get out of this.. but he would.

The containment field made it impossible for him to externally use the Force but he could still sense and feel with it. With his concentration back and his mind unclouded, Luke sensed for the bond that had equally betrayed him as it did saved him. His eyelashes fluttered as it took a great will to reach out; but soon enough, he did.

"Father."

There was a great silence.

Luke.

Someone stood at the opposite side of the door, waiting to enter. A tall and mighty presence. There was trepidation and intense self-loathing within, a mind filled with regret. It was him: Darth Vader. Luke Skywalker swallowed as he waited for the door to open; his journey would have to start all over, and it would be the greatest test of his life, but there was still a chance.

#luke skywalker #star wars #whumptober2023 #no.3 #solitary confinement #fanfic #fanfiction #whump #post-rotj #post-rotj au #return of the jedi

[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

♡Weekly Chronicles♡

December 15,2023

Hey babes! This week was amazing I am so happy I have created this blog I love being a blogger. I've wanted to create one for yearssss but I never got the time to do it and didn't know what to base my blog on. I love seeing other girlies on the same journey of self-improvement<3.

♡Education♡

The semester is officially over for me on Saturday I am so excited I need this break because school in general can be so stressful and I need this time to relax and pour into myself more I'll probably be uploading here more frequently while on break. 

♡Mental♡ 

I started antidepressants a little over a month ago and have been loving my journey on them my mind is clearer and I don't feel that little gray cloud following me anymore. I am present and not constantly worrying about others and things that I can't control. This is my first time using medication to finally have control over my mental health. Other than that my mental health has been so good. If you deal with seasonal depression you got this girl it's tough. Trust me I get it I've dealt with seasonal depression and anxiety for years and my inbox is always open for a chat but I ask before you tell me your problems ask how I'm feeling in the moment <3

♡Physical♡

I have been super consistent with my diet! Eating clean and working out every day I have been lifting 3 times a week. I didn't get to lift today because I am currently at work while typing this lol but I will make up for it by lifting tomorrow. I am currently fasting trying to make up fasts from Ramadan before Ramadan comes around again in March and I'm not going to lieeee it has been helping me look extra snatched now! Like I woke up looking in the mirror like yesss but fasting has so many benefits besides keeping you snatched it helps a lot internally as well. I recently ordered some items for my gut health journey and it's at the post office so I'm going to pick it up tomorrow super excited! This is unrelated but last night I didn't want to get out of bed to do my nightly skincare routine but I forced myself to remember my goals so I'm proud of that.

♡Hobbies♡

I have been consistent with my Italian lessons on Duolingo which I highlyyyy recommend for anyone trying to learn a new language the way its set up is perfect for me with the colors and drawing it feels like a game to me lol. I haven't been reading like I was supposed to I think I only read 2 times this week that’s super baddd I need to stay on top of it. I have been blogging consistently and I love seeing you girlies reflagging and hearting my content it means a lot and I def need to do a Q&A I’ll drop one next week for sure. I want to invest in soap making as a new hobby for me it looks like so much fun! 

♡Plans For The Weekend♡

I have a trip coming up next week I'm going to Maryland for a convention with a couple of friends from the 23 to the 27. I am super excited it's going to be so much fun. So this weekend I'm getting a lot of things together. I have to look for a few of my outfits for my trip and I'm waiting for my shoes to come. Also, I have my final this Saturday and an appointment with my OBGYN ladies don’t forget to book appointments for your check-ups your inner health is super important please take care of yourselves!

This was this week's little journal entrieee not that much occurs in my life but I still love the little update I gave you ladiesss. Comment your plans this weekend and how did your week go?

#becoming that girl #dream girl #girlblogging #dream life #it girl #glow up #productivity #that girl #clean girl #pink pilates girl #wonyoungism #self improvement #self care #green juice girl #it girl energy #becoming her #self love #soft productivity #productivitytips #consistency #self growth #routines #healthyhabits #wellness #positivity #girljournal #hyper feminine #motivation #my diary #pink blog

[yanderes-galore]

Hey, I wasn't able to be here for the request period, so may I request some calliope and caliborn hcs?

-🎭 anon

Ohh... my weakness- Of course I can! I'd love to write for them in the future too so here's my ideas on them (As there isn't much content for them, probably due to their nature as I learned when writing this.)

Allow me to indulge in brainrot ;p Your anon name makes sense! Hope it's long enough-

Yandere! Calliope + Caliborn Concept

Pairing: Flushed❤️/Pitch♠️ (Hard to categorize when it comes to Cherubs)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Rivalry, Jealousy, Delusional behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Sadism, OOC Cherubs at times, Possessive behavior, Mentions of "NSFW" (not actually, it is to Caliborn), Restraints mention, Forced relationship.

These two are the complete opposites of each other.

Yet they both also share similarities, such as a passion for drawing and delusional.

They're both intense for two different reasons.

Calliope is overbearing and delusional while Caliborn is sadistic and overbearing (along with delusional).

The two would be an issue to be around be them sharing the same body or separate.

For this I'll focus on them both separated.

Let's start with Calliope.

Calliope is certainly the nicer of the two.

She's delusional and often fantasizes about you.

Calliope is very passionate about her obsession.

She'd write fanfiction and create drawings of you and her Trollsona.

Calliope struggles with her obsession as her kind only really feels pitched for others.

Despite this... when she meets you she can't help but pour all her fantasies onto paper.

She hides things away from you for now but she certainly has a stash.

Calliope would be clingy with you and very delusional with her views.

When she sees you she clouds her vision with the fantasies she's created about you and her.

She believes you already love her and simply haven't said anything.

Even if you told her you don't like her she still uses her fantasies to stay all cheery.

Calliope would rarely wish to leave your side.

She's obsessive and often wants to try more flushed things with you.

Her kind is incapable of reproducing in such a way but she tries to mimic it with you.

Oh she really does wish she was a troll...

That way even if you were human you and her could properly have a relationship.

She'll probably follow you around everywhere to note new things down for her fanfiction and art.

Calliope would soon even show you all the work she made of you and her to show how she feels.

She loves you and hopes you'll see the adoration she has for you an accept her!

Even if she can't quite feel flushed, she would at least like to try friendship and go from there!

Then there's Caliborn.

Completely different from Calliope.

The idea of being flushed or even friends to him is naughty to him.

As a result, he'd be harsher with you.

He likes to put you through sadistic games.

Caliborn likes to make you hate him, often playing with your emotions to see your reaction.

He sticks closer to the Cherub's Pitch relationship behavior.

He's clever and arrogant, often teasing you just to mess with you.

Caliborn is much more possessive and a bit less delusional than Calliope.

Caliborn sees your little "relationship" as a game and you as a toy.

He's certainly the darker yandere of the two.

He's threatening at times and sometimes uses flushed behavior to "torment" you.

It's not very tormenting to you, everything else he does is though.

Despite the fact Caliborn wants you to "hate" him, he doesn't want you to leave him.

In fact, he won't let you leave him.

He plans to shadow you just like Calliope in a clingy fashion.

In fact, Caliborn loves to be dramatic around you, often mocking you at times just to have you express your hatred for him.

Caliborn also gives you art, but it's of... questionable quality.

Seriously, you have no idea what he gave you.

He claims it's NSFW but you have... no idea-

Calliope is someone who wants to experienced flushed feelings for you while Caliborn falls more into pitched.

When they're one body it's chaotic but somewhat easy to manage.

You can tell who's active by their cheek and eye colors.

When green you expect to be smothered by affection, when red you expect to be toyed with for your emotions.

They never want you speaking about the other.

When Calliope is active she expresses distaste and irritation at Caliborn's name, asking as politely as she can that you don't utter it.

She shows more annoyance when she sees you crying or upset because of what Caliborn did.

Caliborn hates you mentioning his "sister", wanting you to focus on him.

Trying to make him jealous, are you? Don't bring her up. He may just make things worse.

When the two are in separate bodies things get worse.

Now the two are fighting each other in an attempt to garner your attention.

You're flooded with mixed messages and views and odd gifts.

Calliope wants you to love and pay attention to her while Caliborn wants you to focus on hating him.

It often becomes Calliope trying to keep Caliborn away from you in fear he'll harm you while Caliborn doesn't want Calliope taking his "toy".

The two may come up with the idea of "cuffing" you to them.

If they're a singular body then you'll have a cuff on your wrist attaching to them.

Then you're essentially forced to play along.

If they're separate?

Both hands are cuffed to a different cherub... and your even more stuck.

Calliope and Caliborn express the two different behaviors a yandere can have.

Smothering/affectionate... and cruel/destructive.

Together the two may be bearable.

You may be able to deal with them if there's balance.

Yet alone they're just as bad as one another.

They're intense, obsessive, and bad to be around.

You'll either be smothered by affection or swallowed by an overwhelming hatred.

This is what makes the cherubs interesting to write.

They're both two extremes.

There's no sharing when it comes to them either.

They'll fight and argue because they both want you.

The two will keep tugging and pulling at you for your attention... all because they want you to themselves...

Up until you break, one way or another.

#yandere homestuck #yandere calliope #yandere caliborn #yandere cherubs #yandere homestuck x reader

[silverdune]

an aria in perfect fifths | k.hj, c.jh

"well, that would be great, but newsflash: i.. didn't.. sing!"

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked. genre: supernatural character(s): kim hongjoong, choi jongho tags: violin demon hunter!hongjoong, demon!jongho, violins, jongho can show up in mirrors, explicit language, banter, mild rivalry energy, hj and jh have some history, very very loosely based around phantom of the opera (more vibes than anything) word count: 1.3k summary: choi jongho, a notorious demon of the opera house, can be summoned to any mirror, but only if you sing three notes perfectly in a very specific order. one day he is summoned.. only to find the man responsible didn't even open his mouth. a/n: this work is entirely inspired by and workshopped with the amazing anne (@bikerjongho)! please go and read her work, she is incredible. particularly for this one shot, i would advise you read her one shot stradivarius in flames, as that is where violin demon hunter!hongjoong originated! with her permission i have combined my idea with her world to create this. to anne: i really hope you like it!🫶

Hongjoong knows how to play the violin.

Over the years of setting the instruments to the fire to burn the demons within, he has learned to become quite the virtuoso. Now, he may not be perfect, but he is certainly no slouch at playing.

When the mood strikes him, he waits until the demon is lying perfectly dormant to lift up the violin along with its bow and play a line or two. Hongjoong knows he has little time to spare, but he uses that time to place the violin between his jaw and shoulder, and drag the bow across the finely tuned strings.

With being so lost in the melody, he does not even realise something happening to the cracked mirror behind him.

Clouds rumble behind the glass, and in its fragile state, almost shatters completely.

When the figure materialises, his lips tilt up in a smirk briefly, before he realises just who has summoned him. "..Oh, God.."

The voice almost makes Hongjoong drop the instrument on the ground.

Pivoting on the spot, he comes face to face with what exactly happened to the mirror.. and the person inside it.

His jaw drops, a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "What the hell do you want, Jongho?”

Jongho merely stares at him, deadpan. "It is a pleasure to see you again too, Hongjoong.”

Rolling his eyes, Hongjoong groans, "I thought you needed to be summoned! Why are you bothering me?”

"Bothering you?" Jongho repeats, remarkably calm with his hands crossed in front of him. "I do need to be summoned, that is exactly why I am here, or have you forgotten?" he asks, lifting a brow like a disappointed father.

"No I haven't forgotten, how could I forget? That's your entire shtick," Hongjoong retorts.

"Well.." Jongho gestures vaguely around him. "Then you would know the only way I could possibly be here is if I had been summoned, and.. you are the only one here." Jongho smiles; it seems bizarrely genuine, though anyone who knows Jongho would know he could hide a thousand laughs of ridicule behind his saccharine grins. "Might I say, I did not expect your vocals to improve so dramatically, you truly did pay attention in all of my lessons!"

Hongjoong purses his lips, not at all amused by this. "Well, that would be great, but newsflash: I.. didn't.. sing!"

He punctuates each word with a wave of the bow in his right hand. Jongho draws back in shock.

"You.. did not?”

"No! I did not!" Hongjoong asserts.

Jongho's attention then gets brought back and forth between the violin, the bow and Hongjoong. The violin, the bow, Hongjoong, the violin, the bow..

Jongho stops. He covers his eyes with one hand and sighs. "It was the violin. You playing the violin summoned me.”

Hongjoong stills, then slowly glances down at the instrument in his hands. It clicks, and he scoffs.

"Oh, fuck- You're right, it was the violin!"

Jongho drops his hand and looks away in exasperation.

He does not get paid enough for this.

Hongjoong twirls the bow around his fingers. “Ha! Funny that.. But, hold on.” He pauses, then quickly throws the bow in the air to catch again before pointing it at Jongho. “I barely played a chord on this thing. How did you get summoned so fast?”

Jongho shrugs, still baffled by the fact it was a violin that did the trick over anyone singing to start pondering the specifics. “Don't ask me, you’re the one who plucked it.”

“But that's all I did!” Hongjoong says, exasperated.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jongho sighs, “Look, you played a couple notes, it managed to match the notes that would need to be sung in order to summon me, I’m here now..” He drops his hand and stares at the demon hunter. “What do you want?”

Hongjoong’s eyes shift around the room before they land on Jongho, blank as ever. “You- You think I did this to legitimately conjure your presence? I didn't even know this was possible, your appearance is a bigger surprise than my appearance on stage getting the Stradivarius last month.”

“Ah.. Ah, yes I did hear whisperings about that..” Jongho recalls in a tone of voice Hongjoong just knows is leading to a punchline. “You made quite a name for yourself in the local fucking newspaper!”

“Well, if they didn't know it was me, did I really make a name for myself?” Hongjoong quips, putting the violin and bow aside.

“Stradi-Vulture..”

“Yeah, see? No name for myself, I live perfectly in secret,” says Hongjoong, taking a seat on an old, dusty chair in the corner. He clasps his hands over his abdomen then kicks his feet up on a crate in front of him, crossing one ankle over the other.

Jongho draws his lips to a thin line and exhales through his nose. He pointedly decides to change the subject. “Have you remembered anything from my lessons?”

Hongjoong's eyes dart over. The tonal shift from somewhat light-hearted banter to sincerity nearly knocks him off the chair. “I didn't not remember anything..”

“Wonderful answer,” Jongho tuts.

Planting his feet on the floor, Hongjoong rests his arms on his thighs. “Let me put it this way: I haven't applied your teachings in the way you might think but they have helped a tremendous amount.”

Jongho’s brows pricked up at that. “Oh?”

Hongjoong smirks a little proudly. “..I know my arias from my cadenzas.”

Jongho scoffs a laugh. “You’re a funny one, Hongjoong.”

Jongho processes the information and it slowly clicks into place. “..Because you know what form they take, you know what kind of demon you are dealing with.”

“You laugh! But, it has helped me figure out what the demons are singing when I’m seeking them out. Does more than you might imagine.” He nestles back in the chair then flicks a stray bit of lint off his jacket.

Hongjoong shrugs a shoulder, “You taught me that.”

Jongho shifts in place inside the mirror. He starts to feel the growing embers of his limited time in this space closing in on him, a sign that he should not spend much longer in there, lest he grow weak. “You surprise me, Hongjoong. Though, to be fair, it was not as though you took much interest in the singing portion of my lessons.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “You can thank Astaroth for that one..”

“You made a mockery of each other. Besides, are you telling me you always took an interest anyway?”

“Why do you think I showed up?” Hongjoong fired back, looking Jongho directly in the eyes.

Jongho was taken aback by this sudden admittance. Hongjoong had always been the one to turn up late. He sat in the back and played with the piano keys. No mention of any genuine interest in the singing, apart from the odd time Hongjoong would throw a note through the air just to appease the old choirmaster.

His eyes narrowed. “Why did you show up?”

Hongjoong feels a lead weight in his chest.

Gently, he lifts the violin and places it on his hands, as though he were presenting an award, and stands up.

“Had to save you from one certain fate, didn't I?”

Hongjoong can't look him in the eyes.

Jongho swallows the lump in his throat. The embers grow stronger.

“I- I must go.”

“I bid you farewell, sir.” Hongjoong smiles faintly. A smile that does not reach his eyes. His eyes are still trained on the violin. “Tell Astaroth we can talk it out soon.”

The warmth of fire starts to burn Jongho’s skin as his eyes well up with tears. Without another word, he disappears from the mirror, shrouding the backroom in darkness once more.

Hongjoong hums passively. He decides not to risk another note.

At least he now knows he could get an aria in perfect fifths.

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#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong imagines #jongho scenarios #jongho imagines #ateez au #ateez fic #words.(ave) #fic: an aria in perfect fifths

[frostbite-the-bat]

no but genuinely. i love shadow filbo dearly. he means a lot to me.

he marks a time for me where i began embracing what i like just... for the sake of it!

he embodies the things that inspired me to draw online in the first place. hell, sparklecat characters with bangs have made me stop cutting my hair. i haven't cut my hair properly since. just because i wanted the same bangs, not knowing how hair works. now i have what is best described as messy fluttershy hair. to many people just how long my hair is, is what defines me when they see me and my hair is in a way special to me.

and again - he was what inspired me to draw. in class i'd be drawing my own sparklecats at the age of like 8, with bangs and wings and little companions that sit on clouds that rain hearts. (and bolts and skulls when ANGRY!)

i put rainbows on everything. i thought nyan cat was the embodiment of everything good in the world. i listened to nightcore versions of songs only. i say, as i am listening to nightcore, right now.

because of all these old classic animation memes and sparklefurs and silly scene and emo song flash animations i'd find... i'd pick up ms paint and draw. i imagined just how i'd animate, finding even the simplest methods absolutely mesmerising. there is something to be said about me being this young with internet access - because it very much so had it's negative effects. not me watching fetish videos at the age of 8 just because it had pokemon in it. yea that did not have any lasting effects.

but despite all this shit - it raised me! and even just a few years later... like.. 2015 when i began posting online on deviantart for the first time, not being just a lurker... learning how The Computer works better - not only drawing on paper anymore and gaining more and more interest towards digital art... i was already nostalgic towards these earlier days. but still living IN it, y'know?

just having fun, doing my own thing! isn't that what art is all about?

well. then the cringe culture nation attacked. severe bullying at school. and in general, just shame - which i am still fighting in certain aspects. but it's a bit more complicated than just "shame". (more so fear of Things.)

i'd look back at things with either genuine "cringe" or a distaste. how DARE these people have fun? because deep down, i was simply jealous.

if i was going to reference anything old like this, like classic animation memes, it was framed as "JOKE" "NOT SERIOUS" because i feared i would be harassed, made fun of, or people would thing THAT is the best of my artistic abilities. but... it's not like that.

and now, more and more people are embracing this. and it makes me so happy. and shadow filbo helped me fight off these fears a lot and just let me love what i love and be myself.

maybe it's not an ""aesthetic"" that completely defines me, maybe it IS a tik tok trend to do nowadays - but i don't care. without any of this i wouldn't be here. those were my first inspirations. silly colorful cats animated to crunchy mp3s of songs using movie maker and 3 (three!) frames drawn in ms paint. it had so much charm. it had so much genuinity. and i could feel it even back then.

without it i might've not been here as i am now. there are so many things that go into this, of course. but i simply would not be the exact way i am. and i dunno. that's something to think about.

thank you so much, shadow filbo. one "mistake" with you i've had was thinking i should be a good creator of something and respond to every fan and fanart, which only stressed me out. i have... opinions! about being recognized in various places and, as some dub, a "NICHE INTERNET MICROCELEBRITY" (nothing against you fox </3).... yeah! not a fan.

another mistake was dubbing him as a "joke" always. and... he is! he is humorous! i am a jokey person! i like crunchy shitposts! i like being the reason people laugh! i will go to certain levels to even ridicule myself just for the bit, and i don't mind it. i'm hyper(active) and i am just a jokey person, that's that. but... him being called a joke was honestly just a shield from people taking him too seriously.

if people were to mock me for being nostalgic for nightcore, and rainbows, and edgy amvs, sparkledogs, scene culture and clothes, rave songs... all this!

but... no! people loved it! people loved it so much, it moved THEM to create art!

me, referencing things that made ME inspired to draw all those years ago - then inspired OTHERS to draw other things. to embrace themselves. to have fun. to connect.

it means so much to me. it's a bit odd to comprehend, too.

but it means the world to me. sorry if i am ever annoying about shadow filbo, and is often the first thing i bring up when bugsnax is brought up - but he is the highlight of my experience with bugsnax.

thank you so much, shadow filbo. and me and my wretched little claws, of course. for making them. and those that inspired me. those old friends i lost along the way, too. and those, that inspired those that inspired me. and so forth.

thank you.

#shadow filbo #important #<- i just don't want to lose this mess of a ramble. #i could add so #so much #but i'm not going to otherwise i'd have several long tangents. especially mixing like. queerness and growing up trans and a furry and then #nonhuman shit into this #and the bullying thing. and being in a country thats... yea. where theres even less people like you #finding a home in places like this. yeah. (happy kinda yea)

[noodlehaku]

for your avatar mdzs au………have you thought at all about how lwj and wwx meet? Does wwx die and return as a different bender or is there no war between the sect families in this au? I’m just so curious about what scenes/plot ideas you have for this au it is so cool!!!! ^-^

I haven't really expanded on the details of the plot just yet; but I'm always happy to explore possibilities. I've imagined Lwj's and wwx's meeting to be similar to canon: The yunmeng benders visit the northern water tribe to train & study, this time with wwx acting as jc's bodyguard (as he isn't a waterbender).

Now here's when I'm still deciding: I'd like to have it kept on the DL (as in: strictly contained to the yunmeng tribe) that wwx is an airbender; so while the kids are studying in Gusu wwx has to hide his bending. He's posing as jc and jyl´s bodyguard and uses the opportunity to visit the northern water tribe and learn some bending theory/ history + benefit from the library!

However, as we all know, wwx is a gremlin and uses subtle airbending to prank poor unsuspecting gusu lan disciples & elders. He also still sneaks alcohol into the cloud recesses; and does so by using his bending to jump the gigantic ice wall surrounding the place. Lwj catches the annoying little shit who's spent the length of his stay playing pranks on him and his shufu, and reports his ass. He doesn't expose him as an airbender, though.

Over the course of his punishment, wwx wheedles and taunts lwj into practicing with him in secret, using the fact that lwj has never had the occasion to face an airbender in combat before. Dueling between glaciers behind gusu ensues. The rest of the cloud recesses arc pretty much follows canon after that!

I think that if there was a sect war, wwx would reinvent spirit bending to manipulate vengeful spirits. Maybe also energy bending. I'd have to think about it some more.

If wwx died as a result of this war and his bending methods and the ensuing chaos, he'd most likely come back as an earthbender, since mxy is technically a Jin & therefore from the earth kingdom. Wwx would probably have some trouble learning to control his new bending due to it being the opposite of airbending; he might eventually take to sandbending or metalbending though. He is a crafty king after all.

That's really all I can tell you for now! As I develop the AU, I'll draw more scenes & characters. Anyone can also feel free to drop some suggestions into my asks or comment any ideas!

[the-missann]

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Next character up is

Cassie Ann, the deuteragonist of the story.

She is an energetic young woman who tries her best to make everyone around her happy. Being a 4th Dimensional being just like Larson, she also is curious about her species and essentially forced Larson to let her help him.

She is very headstrong and has a hard time listening to others who aren't making sense. Despite this, Cassie is a sponge and any emotion anyone currently has, she usually feels it as well. This makes her grow empathetic towards even the worst of people. It doesn't cloud her judgement though and she will only help someone if she feels like it.

Cassie is going to be in every other scene I made because she's so friendly, she's involved in almost everything the group does. Cassie is made to be the catalyst for most everything that happens and if not for her, no one would even interact with each other.

P.S. the scenes she's in with the other characters aren't colored because 1. I'm too lazy, but also because I got tired of having to get the right colors every time I drew them. Then in 2023, I learned about color pallets 😶‍🌫️

I'm also thinking of this right as I'm about to post this, but she's the Deku to Larson's Bakugou lol.

Anyways, I was going to draw her in these different hair styles, but I decided just to have a mention that Cassie's hair is different throughout the story. She is black and I like to be realistic and not rude when it comes to making black people and their integral hairstyles :) Also this helps so people can relate to her a bit.

As for this form, this is something I haven't written, but clearly got the idea for. In the second book, the beings called Selestials are a species of rock people who are born through the energy of their earth. Because Cassie isn't a human, she's able to endure the process of this birth and ends up in this form!

This was also just "I'm a super big fan of my own work and wanted to see her in this form" so I ended up adding it in the story.

Here's a little scene for her:

Cassie made off as swiftly as possible, wasting no time when she was finally let go. As Cassie was walking around, she made sure the phone was still up and could see everything she was seeing. After her check, she took another look at her surroundings.

There’s nothing here! What am I even looking for?

Cassie looked out and could see all the other planets.

It was still a sight to behold. She was amazed at how beautiful the universe was and found herself thinking that they should visit other planets after this. She sighed, but right now we’re on a mission huh?

Cassie decided to keep walking and found nothing on the barren planet, so she picked up a rock and put it inside her bag to take home, but then she heard a noise. She suddenly turned… and saw nothing there.

“Lars?” She called out.

Nothing was to be heard, but she was sure she heard something. Cassie shook her head and resumed walking when the noise returned.

She didn’t turn around this time, but instead reached for the rock she collected. With it gripped in her palm, she waited until hearing the noise again; which she did. Quickly, she turned around and threw the rock as hard as she could in that direction.

The rock shot out just barely missing the one who was now behind her. This person stood with a smile on their face, unphased by the rock that almost hit him. He looked human, so Cassie thought they had to be like them.

Cassie thought this optimistically. “I’m sorry if I almost hit you with that… I thought you were my friend.”

“So that other one is with you?” He asked himself. “Then it’ll be easy to make quick work of you two. As long as you’re not together, this’ll be easy.”

His words were strange and they only caused Cassie to sigh when she realized what she may be in for.

Her optimism was squashed as she spoke. “Um… are you going to try and kill us?”

He chuckled. “Maybe not, if you decide to work with me and not against me.”

“To do what?”

“Destroy anyone who feels they can oppose me and make me the ruler of the entire universe!”

Cassie stared at him as he spoke. She sighed and walked over to a larger boulder she saw, she set her bag down and made sure the phone was angled perfectly.

“Are you abandoning your earthly possessions?” Asked the strange male.

“No, I just don’t want my phone to break when I attack you.”

“What are you-”

He was cut off when Cassie punched him square in the face. This sudden and intense impact caused him to fall to his knees. Cassie stood behind him and waited for him to lift his head up. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and spoke to him.

“I don’t know if you think you’re stronger than me…I mean, you might be, but much like I was against Lars, I can’t let you do whatever you want.” She stared down at him with a blank look on her face.

Her banter caused him to chuckle. “And why’s that? Because you fear the destruction of this world and everything in it?”

“No, I just don’t want to have to listen to someone who’s first line was getting rid of someone.”

The male found himself laughing even more now. He reached back to grab Cassie’s arm, he did so and Cassie stared at him with the her expression unchanged.

“Then we’ll have to see if you’re strong enough to stop me!”

She sighed to that. “Why couldn’t the first thing we found have been friendly?”

The man laughed and reached to strike Cassie…

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Not- so-fun fact: this Cassie is pretty much the only one I have built like this. All my other Cassies are shy, anxious, and don't talk. I always love writing her this way, but, the person who review swapped with me said that Cassie had to have some kind of underdeveloped mental state because she frequently acted as a child would... when she's only seventeen. Again, I feel this was only said because she's a female.

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[ohc-and-the-music-tapes-archive]

Archived blog post by Optical Atlas about "2nd Imaginary Symphony for Cloudmaking" and hand drawn Music Tapes t-shirts

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In 2002 Julian Koster of the Music Tapes notified those on E6 Townhall that he was going to begin selling CD-R copies of his upcoming albumThe 2nd Imaginary Symphony for Cloudmaking. A little while later he came through with a first shipment, and fans received a CD-R with a strand of Julian's hair just hanging out from under a label depicting crayon-colored clouds. Because of a long delay in shipping the orders, he sent a hand-drawn "Friends of the Music Tapes" tee-shirt with each package. Julian also mentioned that he had so much fun sending out these packages that he was considering self-releasing the album instead of sending it out via Merge Records. He told us that what we had was a rough mix, and was already becoming more layered and complex as he worked on it.

My wife and I sat down to listen to the 2nd Imaginary Symphony on September 11, 2002, finally turning off the television after endless retrospectives that featured the same footage of planes crashing into the towers. The album begins with a little bit of singing saw, and a narrator--not Julian, but the sort who might narrate one of those old Walt Disney storybook records for children--tells us the story of a young boy named Nigh who follows a mysterious older friend to a factory that produces the clouds of the sky. Apart from the saw (which succumbs to a lovely crescendo in the finale), there's no singing, and no songs. But it's quintessential Music Tapes.

A little while after that we received a second package, a second CD-R, and two more tee shirts. Apparently Julian lost his first shipment list, found our letter, and send one tee shirt for my wife and myself, thinking we hadn't received the first one. I gave the CD-R to my brother-in-law as a birthday gift; I don't believe he ever listened to it. The tee shirts we haven't worn, and they're a bit wrinkled in these photos because for a couple years they've been tucked into a dresser. Now they're hanging up, and I'll have to iron them and take one out on the town when the weather gets warmer. It's almost four years since Julian sent the CD-Rs out, but last August Julian recently posted at the Townhall to reassure us that more Music Tapes material is coming, including the official release of the 2nd Imaginary Symphony. He wrote: "Hello, hello! Goodmornings, afternoons, and evenings to you all! I just wanted to share with you all that the song album is being mastered in early September, and has in fact left the womb, and though I love it very much It is now time to let it go lead its own life. The final version of the story record has already been mastered, and is worth waiting for (rather than seeking out the early versions i promise). There will not be any word on release dates untill early fall, so I'm afraid there IS still a wait before you, but much shorter than those you've grown use to." In the meantime, I know some have been curious to see what the shirts* looked like, so here are some photos. The most elaborate shirt features the following text (all grammar and spellings are "sic"):

"Late August, corner of W. 80th St. and Amsterdam Avenue in New York City. 2000 and two. And old woman in a rain slicker is loading most of her belongings into a trunk on the street. Her belly is full of Hominy Grits. She learned the recipie from her Grandmother as a little girl. She still remembers drawing pictures with her bare Fingers in the Steam clouded windows accross from the stove. She still remembers fealing warm and Safe. How her grandfather could make a spoon float several feet in the air above her, without even lifting a finger. He seldome Spoke, and never Smiled. This parlor trick was the Sole means of Communication between them. I hope she doesn't mind me writing all of this down. She does Not know me, nor I, her. I am familliar only with the warmth that traveled A million human miles and took the care to visit her image upon me for even the briefest of Moments. She will load her trunk intoo the Caboose of a Great passenger train. She will fall in love with a man her own age. Together they will invent a methode of playing the piano that allows for the Storage and Compartmentalization of time. In this way they will begin the Capturing and preservation of indevidual moments. They will build themselves a Workshop in a functioning German Clock tower. They will begin with the preservation of random moments, and eventualy find themselves drawn mostly to moments of sentimentality. The Old Woman sits and blows on her fingers. It's winter. Her hands are cold. She Plays a moment from her childhood. A windy day, the Sun filters through the clouds. It's 1920. There is a great wind, and the mustache of a distinguished gentleman is blown clear off his face. The moustache, a trimmed handlebar, takes flight, Flapping through the air in a birdlike fashion. It is soon joined by the moustaches of Several other men. The wind blows and blows. The moustaches, now numbering in the thousands, migrate Southward for the winter. The old woman stops playing. The Old man walks over to her and Smiles. They love each other dearly. In time they will run out of moments of their own sentimentality to distill and preserve. And so they will begin to detail yours. At 1st you will apear to them in dreams. Only when you wear this Shirt. They will coment on their common dreams, and begin to compare notes. In their dreams they will always try to read this Shirt. They will never succede. My Writing is too small and illegeible. My spelling to difficult to decode. They will grow fond of you, and look forwards always to the next time you put on the Shirt. They will share with you your moments of sentimentality. Play them over and over again on their Piano. In time you will come to feal them....and Never again will you feal alone."

*On the subject of Elephant 6 shirts: lou2ser wants your E6 tee-shirt photos for his flickr archive. His shirts are less wrinkly than mine.

#the Music Tapes #Julian Koster #visual arts #2nd Imaginary Symphony for Cloudmaking #fan's stories #photos #2002 #2006 #merch

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

maple harvest quilt!!

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

I did piano lessons briefly as a kid and I've been meaning to try to get back into that for the last few years but haven't done it yet. Also I'd really like to learn some basic car maintenance stuff. It'd be really practical to be able to change my own oil and tires and whatnot. So those are both on my hobby/skill to-do list.

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

Off the top of my head, ACD Sherlock Holmes. That sort of...desperation for mental stimulation and addictive personality thing is super relatable. Plus I have a pretty sharp ability to observe: a little bit Holmes and a little bit NBC Will Graham with the magical unrealistic empathy lmao. I can often draw quick conclusions about people and situations based on a speedy overview, which obviously can be a really bad habit, and it's crucial to keep my mind open to being wrong, but more often than not those initial intuitions/ observations end up being correct. So it's kind of a balance of trusting what I see and notice while also being careful of whatever biases or assumptions I might come to a situation with. None of this applies online though. Irl it's like "Oh the quirk of that lady's left eyebrow and the cut of her blazer and the way she walks and the giant dark cloud I can practically see over her head mean she's probably gonna take her day out on customer service" *she proceeds to do so*. Online, over text, I can't gauge things nearly as well and flounder much more. 😩

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

Coffee: appallingly sweet and creamy. Like 3x3 or 4x4. I don't actually like coffee all that much, but I have a terrible and literal caffeine addiction where I will be actually debilitated for a day or two if I don't get my daily dose, so I have to make it palatable. 😅

Tea: depends on the type. I don't like tea nearly as sweet, but black teas I'll still add milk. Herbal teas usually just plain, maybe a tiny bit of sugar.

#asks #autumnal asks

[silverstark]

Hua Cheng Amnesia ficlet Pt.2

Once again, this is fanfic of a fanfic: This is HEAVILY inspired by VampireFaun's beautiful wonderful Hua Cheng amnesia-curse fic,"Thousand Gold Come-And-Go Stew" on Ao3. Go read it I'm obsessed with it. This scene is fanfic of that fanfic.

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~Before~

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian were sitting by the lake in Ghost City having a picnic when suddenly an evil plume of smoke rose up from the Gambling Den cackling about victory.

Xie Lian frowned.

"I WON! I WON!" the ghost proclaimed.

Hua Cheng clicked his tongue in annoyance. Very soon after, the ghost cloud suddenly cleared as if it had been sucked back into the ground. Xie Lian stared at the space where it had been, contemplating.

"What an eyesore. I hope this hasn't upset gege's appetite," Hua Cheng said.

"No, no," Xie Lian said, drawing his attention back to their picnic.

There was a colorful array of snacks on a golden tray, a jaded tea set, and plenty of room for one of them to lay down with his head in the other's lap. Xie Lian wanted to show his appreciation.

Unfortunately, his preoccupation did not go unnoticed.

"Not to worry, gege," Hua Cheng said. "He only wants to sow chaos for a few irritating officials."

Xie Lian smiled. "I trust San Lang would never lend his power to any true evil."

Hua Cheng raised his eyebrows. Xie Lian pressed a grape against his lips so he wouldn't speak nonsense. Hua Cheng obediently took the grape into his mouth and ate it. However, once he was done, he still spoke.

"Then why is gege fretting?"

Xie Lian gave him a reproachful look. Hua Cheng cleared his throat.

"I meant to say- Then what is gege thinking about?"

Xie Lian fed him another grape, this time as a reward. He hummed as he considered how to answer.

"It's nothing we haven't talked about before. It's only…" Xie Lian blushed despite himself.

"Hm?" Hua Cheng prompted, his eye lighting up.

"I didn't feel I had the right to ask, at the time," Xie Lian explained.

"Gege has always been welcome to ask me anything," Hua Cheng said.

"En," Xie Lian accepted.

Hua Cheng smiled and held a grape before Xie Lian's lips. Xie Lian lowered his lashes to escape that warm gaze as he accepted the offering.

"So, what is gege's question?"

"The Gambling Den…is it really alright? How do you make sure…that things don't get out of hand?"

"Ah. Gege asked a good question," Hua Cheng said with a smile.

Xie Lian waited.

"I built the Gambler's Den once I had mastered the cultivation of luck," he explained. "Those who came in to play understood that if they won their bet, I would grant them their wish."

Xie Lian listened and considered.

"And so, when gambling in the Gambler's Den, every gambler plays against you. Which means, they can never win if it would be bad luck for you."

"Gege got it right," Hua Cheng confirmed.

"But…but don't you still need to pay attention to every bet?"

"Why does gege think that?"

"That time we played dice against Black Water, you said that we lost the roll because you forgot…San Lang, did you do that on purpose?"

Hua Cheng had begun laughing when he remembered the bet Xie Lian referenced. Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Hua Cheng's past mischief and his lack of remorse about it now. He could only shake his head.

"San Lang…" he said helplessly. "You're so insincere."

Hua Cheng stopped laughing to try to make his face look solemn.

"Gege, I didn't lie to you!" Hua Cheng swore. "I promise, you will not-"

Xie Lian stuffed another grape in his mouth before he could deliver his usual promise. Hua Cheng swallowed it without chewing.

"Gege, believe me!"

"You just said-"

"Gege, it was my fault, but I didn't do it on purpose!"

Xie Lian raised his brows and waited.

"Didn't gege learn the first time you came to the Gambling Den? The high roll isn't always the luckier roll."

"We clearly agreed that the high roll was the winning roll," Xie Lian pointed out.

"If I wanted Black Water to talk," Hua Cheng agreed.

Xie Lian almost asked 'didn't you?' But then he considered. Hua Cheng knew that even if they won, Xie Lian's test would not work on Black Water.

"So, when it makes no difference, you can lose rolls?"

"…"

Hua Cheng's eyes were sparkling with mischievous delight.

Xie Lian: "???"

Hua Cheng hinted, "The prize for a high roll was the chance to interrogate Black Water. The prize for a low roll was-"

Xie Lian blushed again and hastily interrupted with, "I understand!!!"

Hua Cheng laughed again.

"So there really is nothing to worry about," Xie Lian said with an attempt at composure.

"En," Hua Cheng agreed.

"No matter what, the bets placed in the Gambler's Den can only end in San Lang's favor," Xie Lian continued.

"Unless I will it otherwise," Hua Cheng clarified.

"En. San Lang's powers are truly amazing."

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#TGCF #HuaLian #I heavily edited Part 1 but I'm lazy about posting it #if people seem interested I will #i'm not sure what to name this fic but it needs a tag #HC amnesia fic #myfanfic #novel spoilers #TGCF spoilers #maybe this should be a prologue but i like the idea of playing around with non-chronological storytelling #‘i’ll just write a little scene to get it out of my system’ i said

[littleragondin]

I've been tagged by @silverquillsideas thank you!

RULES: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it.

appearance

Blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

I had purple, pink, then blue hair for a while. I miss it, actually. I have a jaw too small for all my teeth so I had to wear braces (and a retainer, before and after). I got some form of metal contraption in my mouth between 12 and 16 (which uh, sounds terrible written down lol).

hobbies and talents

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

I love music but I never managed to sit down and learn an instrument (tho I own a ukulele I *will* learn to play) - my brothers are the musicians at home. I uh do all the other 'artistic' stuff I guess: I do sing (mostly in tune), I draw and I write.

relationship

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // My parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

I met someone I was friend with online when I was 16, she was significantly older than I was and i ended up spending the day with her & two friends of hers in a flat somewhere in my city I didn't know... it was harmless, if a little boring, but looking back now that was NOT my wisest move 😅.

aesthetic

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

I am very lucky because I live on an island, so I get to enjoy the beach and the ocean (tho often a bit too cold to swim in ;_;), and it snows every winter so I also get to enjoy my favorite kind of weather.

miscellaneous

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

As a child I was terribly car sick (can't be in a car more than 10 minutes without puking kind of sick), and the only way to avoid it was to sleep. So while I can now read in the car, I still automatically starts feeling a little sleepy in cars.

Ok not sure I have fifteen people to tag but if you feel like it (and haven't been tagged yet), I'll tag @scienceoftheidiot @sauvechouris @howdydowdy @benkaaoi @troubled-mind and @fandomfairyuniverse

#that was a fun little one! #tag games

[senpais-play-thing]

Heya,

So I haven't been a regular on Tumblr in a while, but I feel like this is really the only safe place to post my One Piece OC, and some stuff about her. If all goes well, I will make more art of her and text posts. Right now I'll just add some info about her below 🥰

Name: Hayda 

Age: 25

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Eye color: dark brown

Skin color: dark brown, freckles 

Hair color: off white blue tint

Tattoos/markings: faded scars on mid back

Hobbies: Reading, some drawing, loves taking care of carnivorous plants, astronomy. Hates to admit it but she really likes shopping

Personality: A bit distrustful and distant at first, is a people watcher before she really talks to someone. Sometimes considered a little dissociative and "uppity", but that's far from the true case, she just really likes to watch and evaluate others before opening up to them. Once she trusts someone or sees they don't have negative intentions at least, she's friendly and cheery, but still on the shy side. Sometimes she gets overly excited about her favorite things and she really opens up and starts to babble, but tends to catch herself and double back into her shell before going too far. 

Background: Hayda's background is clouded in misery and mystery. She's from the same family as Heat, but grew up very different from him. He left their home island in the South Blue at an early age, but Hayda stayed as she didn't have a choice. She watched her island and others nearby get overturned and left barren by both pirates and Marines, so she has a strong distrust for both parties. She doesn't hate Heat, but after reconnecting with him by chance on an island, she's discovered how resentful she feels towards him for leaving her and others behind, and she is internally battling with that, as well as the feelings over getting in touch with a long lost family member.

After spending some time with Heat, and them talking one on one, she's starting to warm up to him, but she keeps a lock and key on what happened during the time they were apart in their lives. She's grown to accept the Kid Pirates, but is still wary and closed off. She's terrified of Kid, but he's indifferent towards her and likes to poke fun at her and harass her. Based on what he's learned about her from Heat, he thinks she may be useful in some ways. Wire was indifferent towards her, but he speaks to her now. Killer is unsure and silent to her.

Hayda hasn't had much close experience with others on a friendly basis, so she's extremely conflicted on what to think about everyone on the crew, but day by day she finds her hardening exterior softening around them, as well as their's. The only one she can't read well is Killer, she's curious about him... 

#one piece #kid pirates #one piece oc #digital art #illustration #artislife #artoftheday #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #killer one piece #one piece fanart #my ocs #drawing #drawdaily #black art #blackgirlmagic

[legionofpotatoes]

16, 20 and 21? Also 30, I don't think we've seen swolas nearly enough 👀

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

I literally used to say this about my job of 10 years before quit it haha 😬 I'm unfortunately good at media planning for digital ad campaigns, something I grew to abhor the longer I did it. Art answer: I would say like, granular repetitive lining? For like micro-patterns or textured shading. I've learned to control my wrist and pull them well enough, but it's still daunting.

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

I really don't know! I don't think I'm particularly ahead of the curve in anything, drawing is hard. I enjoy doing clouds, but mine are super stylized so I don't know how that stacks up against people's general ideas of difficulty.

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

Leyendecker? Mucha? Whatever Dragon Age did for tarots? Whatever Hades has going on (Jen Zee is so cool)? This question essentially boils down to which artists I like and that is a BIG HOLE

30. No, you haven't:

#see the thing with swolas is. I WOULD expound and refine the sketch and draw more variations but also like #I dont want to be mean to the poor man yannow. this i find is funny both as a janky drawing AND as a repetitive gag #that and my sense of humor is dead-centered on repeating unfunny jokes until they start being funny despite themselves. swolas has promise #thearchdemongreatlydisapproves #asks

[moinsbienquekaworu]

A day late but - @petralemaitre, you asked, so here's more stuff about my OCs!

I've talked a whole whole lot about my "main" Star Wars OCs, I won't go into more detail here (especially since I'm starting to run out of stuff haha) but in short: Korcha is a Harch Jedi Master based on an old teacher of mine, she's pretty strict and values traditions but also loves getting to know people and languages. Her first apprentice, Reil, is a crèchemaster who is visually impaired, patient and creative; Devafe came next, she's honest, likes peace and quiet, and wanted to work in the Archives before the war; and little number three, Lineth, is a year older than Ahsoka and in a similar situation with the war happening and all, except she isn't a main character so she's just barely scraping by.

If they sound fun to you, here's all the interesting posts about them I could find, for convenience. Feel free to skim through if you want! I talked about Korcha, Reil and Devafe here, though the post isn't 100% up to date anymore, about their clone commanders Jellyfish and Stellar here, you can find updated timelines here, and there's the original post I made about my Mandalorian Chiss lady Karaad and her Mikkian princess wife Tevlin. If you don't want to read walls of text (fair) but you're interested in drawings, here's the tag where I put all the art of my SW OCs. I also answered my friends' asks about them, so there's the one where I rate them /10 on how swag they are (spoilers: they all are) and here's the one where I just talk about interactions they could have with canon characters.

That said, I can tell you about one OC I haven't actually talked about much here even though she was my first OC! Her name is Cehim Velm and she's a Pau'an mapmaker. She lives in her spaceship, makes maps, has fun with artist friend occasionally when they can meet up, and I love her.

She's not an explorer, she just makes the maps, generally as commissions for people who want to decorate their houses and have the decoration look fancy, but also for other people who enjoy maps for their beauty and not just their practicality. She takes digital commissions and physical ones, and because the GFFA is big I'm saying she makes enough for her to live a nice life. She also collects maps, physical ones and holographic ones, maps with typos, old maps, maps of specific planets, just lots of maps.

She looks like a normal Pau'au, likes wearing wide leg trousers, comfy sweaters and all types of head coverings, and I like making her looks reeaally tall because I think it's funny if she towers over normal-sized humanoids. She does travel the galaxy, for for fun and for her job, she gets cold in space but she still loves being able to look at the whole galaxy just out of her window, is technically domiciled at her parents' place in Pau City even if with holos and whatnot that doesn't matter, and likes learning a few words and sentences in the languages of the planets she visits. As a person, she's friendly but definitely an introvert, she likes spending most of her time alone though she really enjoys the time spent with her friends as well, she has her head in the clouds, and she's the type of artist who listens to podcasts while they work.

She's also part of a group of artists who come from all over the galaxy who have meetups with other members in the area and who are all named after people who've tagged their names in my city, either as their actual name or as an alias, I still haven't decided. That's what the "Solek" thing is on Karaad's little ref sheet, it's her alias in that group! I haven't decided what she does yet though. Anyway, she has fun there, and also just hangs out in bars/cafés when she lands on a planet, plus sometimes she invites her friends to travel with her a little.

She's a bit like Meredith but in space, and she's pretty fun to think about, but her life has less of a clear timeline since she's not too tied to the main events of the movies. I do like to think she could have been on Utapau when the whole thing with Grievous happened but that's about it. She does know Korcha for some contrived reason, because I cannot refrain from having my OCs all know each other, and I think she would get on well with Stellar.

Okay that's about it if you actually read all that holy shit thank you!! In any case thanks for the occasion to talk about my favourite little guys!

#i just like them a lot they take up so much brain space #this is also 100% going to serve as an oc masterpost of some kind #still bewildered by an author i love just being nice and asking about my ocs #anyway fiou glad i got to talk about cehim she's fun too! less cool because well no laser sword but still #wow i have a ramble tag now #wow i have an ocs tag now