#i usually draw bodies based on personal experiences and what I see

[fontvine]

nsfw alphabet for wriothsley please ?

CW - gn!reader, pre wriothesley release, blood, breeding

A = aftercare (what they're like after sex)

very attentive yet quiet - he has a list of things he does without skipping or doing any of them out of order to ensure you feel comfortable and safe with him afterwards

B = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

wriothelsey loves your neck... specifically the back of it tho - something about the little hairs that line the base of your skull and how his fingers look as they trace the muscles in you neck makes him flustered

C = cum (anything to do with cum basically... i'm a disgusting person)

while he loves to see you coated or filled with his cum, something about seeing your own release coating his scarred skin really does it for him - he'll make you ride his abs, smearing your cum and arousal all over only to press his hand to his stomach so he see the little strings that connect between them afterwards

D = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

when your nails scratch down his back or down his front, he'll purposely put his weight into your nails, allowing them to dig deep enough to draw blood - if he's not in pain for the next few days, then it wasn't good enough

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

he's certainly dabbled in sexual escapades but never let anyone get too close to him - considering his occupation, he rarely had time to be doing anything outside of casual hookups

F = favourite position (this goes without saying)

missionary - simple man who likes the simple position that allows him to look at you without strain and allows your hands to reach every bit of his skin

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

wriothesley is definitely more serious than anything else - he may let out little breathless giggles alongside you but wouldn't crack jokes or do anything purposeful to make you laugh

H = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he tries his best to remain pretty well groomed but his hair gets unruly at times - if he's more swamped at work than usual then he may let go of his grooming habits

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

very intimate - since you are probably the only one who had really gotten close enough to see wriothesley for who he really is, he uses sex to really let his guard down around you

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he only jacks off if he cannot get to you in a timely matter - at work when you're on the surface and he's borderline trapped in the four walls of his office is one of the only times he gets off by himself

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

scratching, minor blood kink, restraints, biting, breeding

L= location (favourite places to do the deed)

in the comfort of your home together or in his office (when you visit him)

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

wriothesley strives to make you scream for him and to have the both of you dripping with one another - be it literally or just draped in the marks of one another

N = NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

hurting you to the point of inducing fear - he dabbles in minor pain play but the minute fear crosses your face he'll be off you in a second (he wants to induce reactions, but never fear)

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

isn't a huge fan or oral going either way but he'll never deny you if you want it, be it him going down or you going down on him

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

very rarely does wriothesley go slow or gentle - he's an hardened person by nature and does prefer when things are more heated between the two of you, however thats not to say he wouldn't be gentle with you once and a while

Q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

doesn't mind quickies but he does prefer to be able to go at his own pace without being rushed

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks?)

as long as it doesn't break the law wriothesley will do almost anything under the sun - he won't push the rules passed their set boundaries but he will push just to the surface of them

S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long?) 

man has stamina for days - he deals with rowdy gang members for a career so he's able to go for a solid three rounds before he starts feeling anything

T = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

wriothesley is a man who finds confidence in his body and that solely so he would utterly despise anything that brings you pleasure outside of himself or your own fingers

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

outside of edging or dirty talk, he keeps the teasing to a minimal

V = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he'll grunt, growl, and sigh loudly, but unless he lets you top him, thats all your'll really hear from him (when you top he does not keep his mouth shut whatsoever)

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

wriothesley has rules in the bedroom - while they aren't the most serious ones, some include telling him everything and anything you are feeling, not holding back your sounds, and never holding back from leaving marks on him

X= x-ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

a beefy man with a girthy 7 inch cock - truly the veins that line his cock drag so delightfully on your gummy walls - his cock is also ever so slightly curved upwards

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it really ranges for him - sometimes he only really finds himself horny when you are, but other times he drags you to the bedroom three times a day to fuck like rabbits

Z = ZZZ (…. how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he waits for you to sleep before he rests himself - like i said about aftercare with him, wriothesley has a list of things he does after sex so he doesn't rest until you're cleaned up and comfortable

#⌕ ⋮ alphabet. #genshin x reader #genshin imagine #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact smut #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley imagine #wriothesley smut

[redara]

Where You Are

Summary: when the world gets too much, you know you are safe in the confines of your mind, even if that means you are drowning.

A/n: this is based on my personal experience. It may be different for everyone, but each one of them is valid. If you are going through one rn, i hope you find that safe place to call home.

Pairings: Bi-Han x reader/you.

Ratings: Teen & Up.

Words: 1.172.

TW: description of dissociation and anxiety. Soft!Bi-Han.

The restricting feeling in your chest comes, binding, tightening, stealing your breath with each passing seconds. Your heart aches, a pricking feeling, like a glass stabbing. The seconds turn to minutes. The familiar coldness blooms from your palms, numbing, making your fingers shake.

Calm down, calm down, calm -- you wheeze. Feeling suffocated by nothing, drowning in the abundance of air and space. Chatters from the people around you feel muffled and agitating, gritting in your mind, edging you towards the figurative cliff.

So you do what you do best at moments like this: you take the plunge.

You're conscious, and at the same time, you are not. You are simply not there. Physically, your body remains in the room, reacting to others as cordially as usual, but mentally, your mind is elsewhere. Mind drawing thousands of jumbled memories and imaginations to distract you from the fact that you are drowning.

A moment passes, and the shakiness of your hands becomes manageable. Another moment passes, and the ache of your heart dissipates. An illusion, a battle tactic, you've successfully numbed yourself when your mind wants to go on a fight or flight mode. In that little victorious moment, you mentally pat yourself in the back, promising that once this is all over, once you are alone, you will mend your wound the way you know best.

But your victory is short-lived when someone calls you, and they begin to engage in an antagonizing conversation with you, and you are cornered once again -- too poor a reaction, too little, too much, too strong, too weak -- and that restrictive feeling returns; the memory fucks up by replaying snippets of the bad ones, triggering you inch by inch, that your imagination can't keep up, trying to fix everything.

Then once more, you hide your shaky hands, you smile your heartache away, you take the plunge into the abyss.

***

The hours feel like forever. By the time you're leaving the dining hall to return to your room, you feel too exhausted to think. Purposefully, you take the quieter path, away from the prying eyes and their sharp tongues.

So you pass the garden, lost in your own mind, trying to assure yourself to keep it together. Just a little bit more. It has passed. You are doing a good job. You just need to stay strong a little bit longer.

But for how long...?

"I didn't see you in the dining hall."

A deep, raspy voice startles you -- you're drawing blank on your mental defense, rendering you to stare wide-eyed at the voice owner. The Grandmaster is standing in the garden, still dressed in the formal blue hanfu, still looking so distinguished despite the hours of loud celebration and exhausting conversations.

You bow, "Forgive me, Grandmaster, I didn't know you'd be here."

"Spare the formality; we are alone." He beckons with a tilt of his head, and like a dog on a leash, you approach him. "Like I said, I didn't see you."

His words confuse you. Surely he did see you; you sat at the assigned seat where you can see each other; it was his plan after all. If you were to sit beside him, the uproar would be much worse than the festive dinner you just walked out of.

"I sat where you wanted me to. Did someone block your line of sight?” You carefully ask; the last thing you need is to have your Grandmaster be upset with you, a nobody hunter of the Lin Kuei.

But your Grandmaster, your Bi-Han, your lover, shakes his head. He raises a hand to your face, and your heart leaps, your mind screams -- the memory of some other hand in the past makes you flinch and close your eyes in the present.

"Y/n..." Bi-Han calls, voice a soft whisper, and touch a gentle caress against your cheek. His fingertips are cold, but his palm is warm, cupping your face. You are being pulled closer by his other hand around your waist, and soon you feel his forehead pressing against yours.

The cold fingers a startling wake up call. It pulls you out of the abyss faster than any method you know. It holds you, engulfs you, that you soon can feel the ground beneath your soles, the night air mixing with Bi-Han's warm breath, the soft silk of his hanfu under your gripping hands, his steady heartbeat --

"Come back to me..." He asks, a careful demand, a plea. "You are here yet you are also so far away. I do not understand what ails you, but if you let me, I can try. It is cruel -- the Gods put you into battle with something unseen, whilst we both know I would fight it with you. I would win it for you."

His forehead is exchanged with his lips, warm, shaky, pressing against your skin. He then holds you closer, tighter, encasing you as if he is shielding you.

You try to reply, voice being held tight by an invisible noose from your tightening chest. A sob comes out instead. The dam of your restrained tears finally breaks, unleashing your cry -- your knees buckle, too tired, but the ground never claims you when Bi-Han holds you steady; his presence a strong tether that keeps you from sinking.

Neither of you says a word. Neither of you need to, even when the cold air of the garden turns into the warmer air of his bedroom, when your weak form is curling on his bed, still being held by him. His usually stern gaze shows sympathy and concern as he looks at you. Lips moving, asking, "What do you feel?"

You shake your head. Can't articulate your feelings. Can't make heads or tails of your ordeal.

"What do you need?" Bi-Han wipes your wet cheeks with his thumbs. "Did anyone disrespect you? Tell me their names, and I will make sure they won't repeat their mistakes again." When you shake your head again, his eyebrows curve upwards to his forehead, "Please, tell me what you need..."

You inhale shakily, "S-stay... Please, stay with me..."

"You foolish little thing, you need not to ask, I am not leaving."

"I'm sorry -- I'm sorr -- sorry --" then your composure breaks, and your cries come out a bit more liberally, truthtfully it terrifies Bi-Han. Your apology is unending; you want to make sure he knows you are sorry for being so weak and pathetic in front of him; you don't want to make him second-guess your relationship; you can't lose him too...

He doesn't need to ask. Doesn't need to pry more. He stays there unmoving, watching your eyes, the ebb and flow of your unsteady self returning to the present. There is a light in his gaze when you begin to 'exist', when you begin to crave more of his cold touch, when you are not far away in your mind anymore.

"Bi-Han..." You rasp.

He heaves a sigh of relief. His rare smile shows when you repeat his name again. "There... Now I can see you..."

#bi han imagine #bi han #bi han x reader #bi han x you #bi han x y/n #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #redarader #anxiety #dissociating #mental health #mental illness #fanfiction #fanfic

[haejjoon]

Hiiii

First of all I want to say that I love your art and I really admire it. It has kind of make me want to go back to drawing again. I used to draw a lot a few years ago but I stopped because I became unhappy with my progress. Now I want to go back to making art but I'm insecure about it because I'm worried I'm too old to start again (I'm 19) and whether I'm capable of relearning it properly. Do you have any tips about where to begin to learn art basics (specifically anatomy)? I would appreciate any advice.

Hello!!! Firstly thank you so much for the compliments, it really does mean so much <333

I'm nineteen, too! Of course you can start art again. I've taken a lot of breaks in between my own art, too, and it's only very recently that I started enjoying making art again (after .... like.... a year or two. lord) so I really do understand how you feel. But we're nineteen years young, and have so much time ahead of us to get back on our feet.

In my experience, improving comes quickest when you focus on one very specific skill at a time—and I mean SPECIFIC. Practicing gestures with torsos only, the muscles of the upper arm, skeleton heads in different angles. I've been studying arm anatomy (and only arm anatomy) recently, and I'm already miles ahead of how I used to draw arms in the past.

If you want a specific step by step on how I personally draw anatomy, I don't mind sharing a quick tutorial! But for general advice—form follows gesture, and gesture follows movement. The biggest mistake someone can make while drawing a body is focusing on the accuracy of the muscles/bones before getting the flow of the gesture down.

Even if the anatomy looks a bit wonky with the gesture, it's important that you capture the movement of the pose first, and then build muscle on top of that. Proko on Youtube has a very good quick drawing series on this, and explains it way better than I do, but that's the gist of it.

Also, PLEASE always use references! I know that hearing that gets old, but it's really important. If you'd like, I can make a quick tutorial on how to use references properly, too. Reference everything—pose, lighting, even art style if you're looking to switch things up (i have about 10 different tabs open on my computer with different artists I admire so I can reference their art religiously).

Speaking of referencing art styles, it's important to gather a bunch of artists you like in terms of style, and not just one. The trick is to separate them by skill—"this artist is for lining refs", "this artist is for anatomy refs", "this artist is for face refs", etc, etc.

And to jump off of That: I find that with anatomy, looking at other peoples' anatomy studies on pinterest is also very helpful. Obviously you should be referencing from real life too, but with art, it can be difficult to pin down what to put on the page and what to leave to the imagination. You wouldn't want to actually draw every single muscle in the arm individually, right? So I go and look at other artists' anatomy studies to see what they keep and what they don't keep.

(usually i find them on pinterest, and they look smth like this. the color coded ones especially help me.)

I'd recommend learning gesture and anatomy first, then building off of that to learn how to draw faces, then lining/coloring, just so that you have a solid base to work off on when it is finally time to color. (also because coloring/lighting requires a fair bit of how body anatomy works as well!!)

But yes, that's all the advice I can give from laying in my bed. I hope it helped somewhat, and if you'd like tips on how to do something more specific, I'm always willing to draw it out or go more in depth ^^ Best of luck on your art journey!

#asks

[auideas]

Can I use your hanahaki AU???? I promise I'll give you proper credits. I would be grateful if you'll agree.

Of course! Any and all prompts here on AUideas are fair game -- we've posted them with the intent to share and spark new ideas, so asking for permission is unnecessary. What we do ask, though, is that you make sure to credit us with the original concept so others can find us and be equally-excited about starting their own writing.

As a thank you, here's a list of some new and interesting Hanahaki Disease AUs!

Confused about what Hanahaki's is? Here's a link from Fanlore that explains it in more detail, but the TL;DR is that if Character A has an unrequited love / crush on Character B but Character B doesn't feel the same way, Character A's lungs will slowly fill with flowers until the petals expel from their mouth. Needless to say, this is usually deadly...

In a world where Hanahaki's Disease was spreading like wildfire, Character A watched the news as the CDC decreed a ban on social media for the safety of the public -- fans had been developing fatal cases of Hanahaki's Disease for celebrities and influencers who could never possibly love them back.

Character A has been inflicted with Hanahaki's Disease; they just couldn't control themselves, and when they see their crush (Character B) in public, Character A has an attack. When the petals are finally cleared away by passersby and they can draw in a strained breath, they look up from where they'd fallen and see that they're in the arms of Character B who stares down at them with conflicted eyes. Character B can't help but be concerned for Character A's safety, but the type of flower petal Character A is producing has their favorite scent, and it's taking everything they have to not see if Character A's mouth tastes as good as it smells.

As a divergence of the classic Hanahaki's Disease concept, this universe manifests certain flower types based on the quality of the crushee's heart; the worse a person they are, the more pain and torment the afflicted will experience (thorns, thick roots, putrid smells, etc.). This developed as a safety mechanism to help Hanahaki sufferers break off their obsession quickly, but some infatuations are hard to escape.

Characters A and B had been in a long, loving relationship with one another for years at this point, and they never thought they could be happier...that is, until Character B has a coughing attack in their bed. Character A rushes to their side and their eyes go wide when they see a single rose petal fall from their best friend's lips and into their palm. The room tenses.

As a last resort, some Hanahaki's Disease sufferers choose to sign up for a dating service that aims to specifically pair up Hanahaki's sufferers in the hopes they'll fall in love and be cured. Easier said than done, of course...

"Listen, officers, I know it's a CDC emergency, but whenever I fake a Hanahaki's attack in public, I just get so much sympathy from everyone around me. It's like...it's the only time I really feel loved, you know? I was about to fake another attack here on the street when I found them. I don't know if they're still breathing, but I tried to pull out as many petals as I could-- NO, I don't know their name, but LOOK! Their lips are even more blue than the stupid f*ckin' petals on the ground, so HELP THEM!!" AU

It was thought that when someone died with Hanahaki's Disease, they were all but cured since their love died with them. After the first few bodies were buried, though, flowers matching the ones that killed them always sprouted from their graves. Character A's job isn't to clean the stones or stop grave robbers -- their job is to monitor the Hanahaki remnants' growth, make observations, and categorize new flora.

Obsessed botanist and activist Character A purposefully infected themselves with Hanahaki's Disease, but not for sympathy. They sought out the off-chance that their blood, their body, and their very bones were special enough to warrant the growth of a rare, extinct plant that could save the world. And if they couldn't do it, well, then they'd just have to get creative.

Overseas factories were known for their poor conditions, but a whole new meaning was brought to the word when Hanahaki's Disease began spreading like wildfire. For a small paycheck, these factories would house Hanahaki's sufferers and collect their petals to use in perfumes, ceremonies, etc. With the fatality rate of the disease being so high, they have a hard time keeping their stock consistent (without some foul play, that is).

Looking for some more Hanahaki's Disease ideas? We've got you covered! Here, you'll find all our Hanahaki's Disease ideas; if you'd like even more, shoot us an ask.

Hope this helps out, and happy writing!

-- Admin M xx

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[owlish-owlhouse]

I read headcanons of the older sibling of the collector, can I request what would their sibling relationship be like if they were together? (without shadows or Belos around lol) the same as with the headcanons of the human reader being next to him with the difference of being his brother/sister, thank you!

Of course if you don't wanna its totally ok 👍💖

I love your writing skills! Keep going (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

So I'm going to do Collector Sibling Headcannons before cannon happened. I haven't seen the new episode yet so some of this lore may be disproven. Oh well.

These are all based off Headcannons I have about an o.c of mine who isn't related to the Collector but their both Star Children and she's older so she takes care of him.

...

You're both celestial beings, children of the stars. Born in the same universe from the same event happening thousands of years later you are the closest thing your species gets to siblings and families outside of mentors. Celestial bodies usually being singular entities (unless they created multiple consciousnesses/ personalities)

Because of this it's your job to take care of The Collector. While they can take care of themselves they are a young star child that need guidance while you are much older and understand your roll better. You bring balance to their chaos, order to their fun, and make sure they don't go too far in their games.

You've seen the beginning of time. You know the ending of the universe. Yet none of it matters to you. Your life is separate from the beings who live below. You are a cosmic entity someone who explores galaxies and the ruins of ancient civilizations. You have seen magic, science, technology, and everything inbetween. You document it all just like you were taught.

You spend your days playing and dancing in the stars. Holding each other's hands as you spin and laugh scattering stardust across the ages. Racing shooting comets across the sky and taming wild constellations, changing them to your image. You explore the vast cosmos and see the people below documenting them before you move on.

Every Collector collects in a different way. Some are more artistic and metaphorical in their approach. While others Collectors are given certain abilities and roles in how they collect depending on how they were made or formed. Different celestial bodies have different celestial abilities after all. Elements and where and how they were made in the universe forming who they are and what they can do.

You are more artistic. You write and draw out pages and pages of history and culture documenting everything and everyone into a large book, as large as their planet in some cases. Weaving their stories into the Collectors common languages for all your kind to observe.

You use your collection as a storybook to read to other young Collectors when they visit or cross paths with you. To help them learn how collecting works and what collecting does if they are still learning. You answer their questions and guide them as well as you know how before sending them off back to their other mentors and galaxies where they are collecting.

While your exact style is unique to you it's easy to learn and allows young Collectors to experiment in their own ways. Collector your brother copies you in a sense, but he started much smaller.

Trapping various creatures into scrolls is similar to your book. You help him catalog everything so he would never lose his toys and while he's not supposed to play with his collection you never told when he wanted to revisit something he captured often bending the rules to do the same.

The Elders are the ones who pick where you go and how you collect if you can not find your own way. While you are older and help guide the young if your species you are not yet an Elder. You listen to them dutifully as the ones before you did and make sure your brother does the same, upholding your species traditions. Until one day everything changes. You and Collector change. You get to close to the beings your observing and you become attached.

That's when everything goes wrong.

#majesticas the star child #o.c majesticas #majesticas lore #collector lore #star child lore #platonic collector #collector #collector x reader #platonic collector x reader #toh collector #toh star children #toh collectors sibling #collector spoilers #the owlhouse collector x reader #the collector #owlhouse collector

[residentfurry]

Oc infodump/ Verdugo speculative biology

@wisecrackingeric-2

This is part Mari post part verdugo speculative biology post! So please keep in mind this is all speculative x)

The basic story of the Verdugo is that there are two of them; Salazar's scientist and housekeeper. They are bioweapons that are basically made of gene spliced human, insect, and Plaga DNA, made by the scientist before turning himself into a Verdugo.

Mari is based off/ was infected by the scientist Verdugo (the one you see in the main remake) so we'll be mostly focusing on the traits of that one mostly!

(Also it's not confirmed in-game that the scientist Verdugo could infect people, but in the DLC the housekeeper Verdugo infects Ada with what seems to be it's own type of parasite/plaga, since it gets expelled from her body after the death of the Verdugo and that doesn't happen with other Plaga. I like to think that if Ada hasn't killed the Verdugo, she would've turned into one.)

Which was kinda the inspiration for Mari! Kinda a fun "what if" situation. What if the Verdugo had infected someone besides Ada, having been able to do so before?

As a Verdugo, she shares many similarities with with the insects the scientist had extracted the DNA from. Based off the Verdugo models, I would assume that they're cricket/grasshopper DNA! Several of the species I have as examples below are actually from Spain/Europe, so it's very likely the scientist used them in his experiments!

(Insects pictured: Mole cricket, Bush cricket, Giant Weta, and Grasshopper)

The legs, mandibles, even the unique 'hands' are all features that the Verdugo have! (Or at least variants of them) Even though Mari's design doesn't start far from the in-game models^ I usually keep the insect part of her in mind when drawing her!

The part where my own concepts/ speculation comes in is usually in her behavior.

Which begs some questions!

Could Mari chirp like a grasshopper or cricket?

Yes! It's my personal headcanon that she could grow wings and shed them at will (as alot of bioweapons in re can mutate at will) and while she has these wings, she could technically chirp!

What would her wings look like?

I would imagine that they would be transparent or a kind of ashy brown.

How does a Verdugo like Mari crawl through small spaces like vents? (Like in the game?)

I personally headcanon that she can flatten her body, much like a roach! This helps her fit into small spaces that she shouldn't otherwise fit into.

What other similarities does Mari have with insects?

Like Grasshoppers, Mari's ears is located on her side, just above her legs!

Does Mari have abilities like the other Verdugo/ bioweapons?

Mari can do basically everything the scientist Verdugo could do. For example, she is extremely difficult to kill and is pretty much impossible to kill by gunfire. She can also transform into that long-tailed form (like in the Verdugo fight with Leon) and use that tail with precise accuracy. Other than that, she has passive regeneration and can regrow a limb if lost in under a week. She also has the same weaknesses as the scientist Verdugo and becomes sluggish in the extreme cold. (TLDR: she has strength, agility, and can kill anything in many different ways while being kinda untouchable herself. Not that she'd want to, of course, but she could!)

Could she infect others and turn them into Verdugo?

Yes :3c

How does she get along with Ashley? Shouldn't she be under some sort of control via Plaga?

She may still have some residual instincts (because she is a bioweapon after all) but she isn't influenced to directly harm Ashley or well...anyone.

Usually Verdugos and bioweapons are hyper aggressive, but Mari isn't. She isn't "mind controlled" like the other Verdugo/cultists (at least not in the same way.) I don't know if I want to reveal too much of her backstory just yet but there's a good legitimate reason for all that stuff. ^ I tried to make her as canon adjacent as possible so she could actually be a legitimate character within the re universe.

But what was the thought behind The creation of Mari?

The whole reason I wanted to make Mari is to basically...give explanation to what Ashley is doing after the events of re4, as well as give her some more character depth and explore what we really don't get to see in the games: how does a bioweapon event/ attack effect someone long term? I wanted to explore Ashley's trauma and her desires and what she decides/wants to do moving forward, and Mari is kind of a narrative device to help with that. She doesn't just stop existing once she's saved, ya know?

Did I create Mari just because I wanted more Ashley content? Yes. Absolutely. I love Ashley as a character and I think she's so interesting!! I want to see more of her!! So Mari is just my excuse to pretend that I'm Capcom making filler content for what Ashley's doing LOL

Overall, props on whoever designed the Verdugo in the remake, because it's one of my fav monster designs ever and is just so beautifully detailed (as well as it's partial xenomorph inspiration!) and is just so cool in general!

So ya that's some facts/speculation about Mari and the Verdugos! ^-^

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 #re4 remake #verdugo #oc x canon #monster oc #speculative biology #resident barks #TY ERIC FOR THE COMMENT UR A REAL ONE!!!! #kept calling the scientist verdugo the scientist bc I'm too lazy to look up his name. anywyas

[notecapn]

Heizou from the arranged marriage au - again, by @throwingstuffhere, very inspiring, thank you

Ayato here for emotional support (and as a point of reference)

some thoughts on that under the cut (and close ups of the coloured Heizous)

i talked previously about this a bit, so there are going to be things i've said previously and a couple of new thoughts. but mostly just rambling

the design choices were made as if Heizou was an in-game character who frequently fights but still needs to look presentable

i’m still on the hakama pants for Heizou, and if not that, he’d probably ask to make the trousers loose (like slacks maybe), with all the splits Heizou can do they’d tear otherwise, unless the material is more flexible than how it looks on Ayato. but quite frankly they look just like normal ones, if a bit more expensive

i am, in fact, speaking from personal experience, dress trousers are very likely to tear if you try kicking something high above your waist level - especially if it's more than once, and i don’t imagine Heizou is very careful about this, and i think he’s used to more freedom in his leg work, or any body part actually, he has a lot of skin showing

as for everything else: it's pending, really.

the vision could be both on his right hip - just like Ayato, or his left one - sort of like it used to be, and mirroring Ayato and also kind of completing the Kamisato's vision placements: Ayato and Thoma on the right hip, Ayaka on her back and Heizou on his left. i also could be reading too much into things (or i'm actually not reading into this enough and it's very important for the characters where they place their visions: like how important their vision is to them, or there's symbolism of the placement, or it's just pure aesthetics)

i had half a mind to put Heizou in a pair of dancing shoes. they look so funky - i have no idea if they are comfortable or not and they look like they could slip off at any moment. for the record i am not planning on putting him in a pair of funky dancing shoes (for now)

tbh i didn't think too much about his footwear previously, i just thought to put him in some dress shoes like Ayato, even if those are not particularly comfortable - but it would be more painful if he delivers some sick kicks: physics of pressure, with the area being smaller and the force staying the same and all that

he could also go with geta (or sandals?) like Ayaka - which would also make sense. Ayato's job requires him to sit a lot so naturally he doesn't walk too much for the shoes to cause him any trouble, but if we're going with the assumption that Heizou tends to work best on foot (old habits die hard, you see), then he'd be miserable if he wore the shoes all the time. counterpoint, however, is that i don't want to draw toes, and i am a coward

also the coloured designs are what i'd consider his formal outfit: as far as my research goes, yukatas (which Heizou usually wears in the au from what i can tell) tend to be worn for less formal events, and it's at the very least not customary to wear yukatas under hakama pants, so..

also also it has been a while since i’ve properly worked with colour so i am extremely unsure how I want this to look, that is why there are two sets of colours of each design. and i don't even think i'm satisfied with that? and obviously the outfit can be a combination of the two styles, i just threw things at the wall to see what sticks

the first version is based on the one i've made previously, with some minor changes, like the Anemo inspired print on the pants and on the inside of the cloak (i don't know if it is noticable, there are sakura petals as well), and the arm guards (also yes, the red does not look very good on him, i just wanted to add something different, spice things up a little). and yes, i still imagine Heizou magically discarding the cloak when he attacks

(edit) additionally, Heizou with more blue in his palette:

the second one is very heavily leaning on Ayato's design, with less layers, loose trousers and a western shirt underneath. this one was done mostly to test out the coat and the trousers

and lastly: i'm not a historian or a fashion designer or a historian fashion expert. i have no idea what i'm doing other than looking at all the pictures available on the internet and drawing inspiration from that

and @raccoonwithacoffeeproblem, if you wish to see it

#arranged marriage au #heizou #shikanoin heizou #ayahei #genshin impact au #will think on it #notecapn art #i guess that is a tag now #hes used to freedom unless its neck lol i have no clue how to integrate the collar (the choker? whatever its called) #i dont think he needs it to be honest but i also kind of think it’d be funny if he left it on. the scandal #why does he wear it anyway? fanservice? i mean it makes him visually more interesting ig #considering the top half of his design looks a lot less detailed than the bottom half. esp without it. it makes sense really #but still it does his reception as a character no good #the fandom at large is convinced hes “sus” #on a completely unrelated note #i need to throw more rope on him #- in a “its a signature element of any inazuman character” way #i swear im not trying to be crass #but it is sort of hysterical #i am not using csp for this one. its procreate this time #i want to draw characters interacting but im stuck here help #started sketching this out after drinking for a bit so dont take it too seriously

[mozzarella-stickz]

You Are My Lucky Star: Eddie Munson x F! Reader

Author’s Note: 99% of this is based on my own experiences, thoughts, and feelings. I really needed this comfort. I hope to anyone feeling this way about yourself that you’re not alone and completely valid :)

Summary: You’re convinced you’re unlovable. Eddie Munson doesn’t quite seem to think that’s true.

Warnings: self-esteem issues, self deprecating humor, mentions of slight parent issues, however lots of fluff and comfort <3 also reader is a theater girl because so was I 🥹🙏🏻

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You tapped your pencil against your math notebook, desperately trying to not let the tears fall out of your eyes. Yet another failed crush, another guy who didn’t return your feelings and only wanted to be friends with you. This had happened with almost every guy in your time in high school, and it was really starting to hurt you inside. You believed there was something wrong with you, something driving people away, something that made you completely unlovable. Was it your face? Your nose? Your body? How you reacted to things? You weren’t sure, but you were bound and determined to be sitting in front of your mirror that night crying and trying to pick out what it was.

Your leg began to bounce against the floor, as the tears began to slip from your eyes. You reached your hand up and quickly wiped them away, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself.

From across the room, however, you were attracting the attention of someone.

Eddie Munson was watching you carefully, studying your hunched expression, sad eyes, and shaky and bouncy legs. He knew of you, since you were good friends with Nancy and Robin, and he’d seen you in almost all of the plays and musicals (that he swore Jeff forced him to go to, which was part of it, but it was partly to see you). Something was up with you, and he wanted to know. It wasn’t anything theater related, Robin had said you’d gotten the role you wanted in the play, maybe it was school? Whatever it was, he was going to hound Wheeler and Buckley about it.

The bell rang, signaling the end of 9th period. You grabbed your Walkman and headphones from your bag, slipping them over your ears and pressing play. The sound of Olivia Newton John’s melancholy intro to “Hopelessly Devoted To You” filled your ears, and you sighed. Of course.

You walked down the hallway to your last class, your head hung low as you looked at your feet. You didn’t know why you were even so upset about this guy, you knew it was probably going to end up like this. Why were you so upset? You were probably just being stupid like usual.

You sighed as you entered your last class, praying to God it would go by soon so you could get out of here.

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“Wheeler?”

Nancy looked up from her work table in the school newspaper room, to see Eddie leaning in the doorway. She glared at him, telling Fred to take over her station while she talked to him.

“What is it, Munson?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“It’s about Y/N. She looked…really upset today in class. Like not at all how she usually is. Is everything ok?”

Nancy sighed.

“Boy problems,” Nancy told him. “She’s…she’s an emotional person, and this is the fourth guy to reject her. She’s always been really insecure and I can tell it’s really hurting her.”

“Insecure? Why?”

Nancy shrugged.

“Her mom’s a little much, always gave her shit for her personality and sometimes even her weight, and she’s always just been that way. Since middle school at least.”

“She’s like…super pretty. And you’ve seen her onstage, she’s just, so…magical.”

A glimmer started to glow in Nancy’s eye.

“She is,” Nancy said with a smile. “Now I really have to get back to my newspaper station. Thanks for your concern.”

“No problem, Wheeler.”

Nancy left him alone, and Eddie felt something in his stomach. Something he hadn’t really ever felt before. Could he like Y/N? She was pretty, kind, smart, and really funny from what her friends have said. Eddie thought about her in his head, her smile, her voice, and the feeling in his gut grew. Eddie was at that point he did, in fact, like Y/N.

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“Y/N, I think I’ve found a guy for you.”

You looked up from your lunch at Nancy, who had that excited look in her eyes like when she had some sort of master plan. You looked at her confused, eyes brows furrowed.

“I already told you, Steve is too much like my brother for me to-“

“It’s not Steve,” Nancy interjected, sitting down across from you.

Your confusion only began to grow.

“If it’s not Steve than who is it?”

“Ok, don’t laugh, but its Eddie Munson.”

You burst out laughing despite Nancy’s warning.

“Y/N!”

“Eddie? You really think Eddie likes me?”

“I do! He asked me about you yesterday, said you looked really sad in your math class.”

“So?”

“And then I told him about your boy problems…”

“Nancy!”

“Let me finish! He acted shocked, he was asking why you were so insecure because he said you were super pretty and get this…he said you were magical on stage!”

You sat back, stunned. There was no way. He had to have just being friendly. You weren’t ugly, but super pretty? You didn’t think you were at all. And you weren’t that good onstage, sure you had lots of energy and facial expression but magical? That was a bit extreme…

“He was probably just being nice.” You said. “I doubt it was anything serious.”

Nancy groaned.

“What?!” you exclaimed. “I have to be realistic. Being a hopeless romantic is what got me in this situation in the first place! Maybe I’m just unlovable, or something.”

“That’s not true!”

“Maybe!”

“Oh my God, I love you, but you can be so stubborn.”

You took a bite of your pretzel and shrugged.

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“Hey, Buckley.”

“Holy shit, Eddie! Don’t scare me like that!”

Robin picked up the stack of VHS tapes she had dropped, glaring at Eddie as he helped her pick them up.

“Sorry, sorry!” he exclaimed as he helped Robin pick them all up. “I just really need to talk to you.”

“Is it about Y/N?”

“How did…?”

“Nancy.”

“Goddamnit, Wheeler.”

Robin set the stack of tapes on the counter, pushing Steve’s legs away.

“Hey!” Steve exclaimed, narrowly avoiding knocking over his Coke van sitting next to his legs.

“Shut up, dingus, Eddie’s gotta tell us about his crush on Y/N.”

“What?”

Eddie’s face flushed.

“You’re blushing!” Robin laughed. “Eddie’s in looovveeee!”

Eddie shrugged Robin off.

“Okay, maybe, wait shit, not in love but the crush yeah, not that I don’t love her! But like it’s too early for that and I’ve barely talked to her besides after her shows and at Nancy’s birthday party-“

“You’re rambling.”

“You’re one to talk, Buckley.”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“Nancy said Y/N isn’t convinced you like her. Nancy said Y/N went on about some bullshit about being thinking she’s ‘unlovable’ or something dumb like that.”

“Unlovable? Really?”

“Y/N’s words exactly.”

“Jesus, Nance said she was emotional but I didn’t realize Y/N thought of herself that way.”

“She’s been through a lot. And if you break her anymore I will not hesitate to snitch on you to Hopper about your little side hustle.”

“Believe me, I have no intentions of hurting her. I don’t know, I just want to like…wrap her in a blanket and not let her feel sad or anything again.”

Robin smiled that same knowing smile that Nancy had, and Eddie felt those same butterflies in his stomach at the thought of Y/N. He had to ask her out.

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“Why are we here? I just want to go home and watch The Breakfast Club!”

“You can watch your John Hughes after this, I promise,” Nancy told you, sitting you down at the picnic table in the woods.

“And I won’t talk about how hot Claire is the entire movie,” Robin promised, sitting next to you.

“You only say that since she looks so much like Vickie.”

“Shut up!”

A couple minutes passed and you began to grow annoyed.

“Seriously, what is going on?”

“Just wait!”

You set your head down on the table, and Robin looked at Nancy a little nervously. There was no way Eddie was joking, right? To their delight and relief, they saw him walking towards them, looking uncharacteristically stressed and pale.

“Hey, Y/N,” Nancy said, shaking you.

“What?” you grumbled, before your eyes grew wide at the sight of Eddie.

“H-hey,” he said nervously, rocking on his heels. “Um, how are you?”

“I’m g-good. What are you doing here?”

“Well, I actually had a little…a little proposition, if you will, for you.”

You felt your hands begin to shake, your body get goosebumps, and your heart go light.

“W-what is it?”

“I know the drive-in is showing Singin’ In The Rain next week, and um…it’s a musical and I know you love this so I…I wanted to know if you would come with me?”

You felt like your head was spinning. Overcome with emotion, you burst into tears. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie all looked at you panicked, and you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket, trying to calm yourself down.

“S-sorry!” You cried, “I’m just…I can’t believe…”

“Deep breaths, it’s ok,” Nancy soothed you, rubbing your back with her hand softly. Robin nodded, rubbing your shoulder with her hand.

Eddie kneeled in front of you, resting his hands on your knees gently. He looked up at you, his big brown eyes meeting your eyes. Eddie then reached up, wiping away your tears, not caring that Nancy and Robin were watching.

“Can…can you give us a minute?” he asked them, and the two girls nodded, scurrying off to a clearing a little ways away.

Eddie sat next to you on the bench, wrapping an arm around you tightly.

“Look…” he said, his voice finally steady. “Nance and Rob told me all about you. I hate that you think of yourself so lowly, you’re pretty, talented, you’re always raving about your shows or The Muppets or Stevie Nicks or your new favorite movie and…it’s sweet. You’re really sweet. And I guess I’ve felt this way for a long time but I only just realized that…I really, really like you, Y/N. I really do.”

“Really?” you said, your tears beginning to dry. “You’re not messing with me?”

“I wouldn’t do that. So…what do you say to the movie?”

“If you don’t mind me bursting out into song and dance, I’ll say I’m down to go.”

“I don’t mind at all. Not when you look so cute doing it.”

You got incredibly embarrassed, hiding your face in your hands. Eddie laughed at you, pulling your hands away with a smile.

“I’m serious! When you were that one girl in the show last year, the weird name that started with Z? The one in love with that Tommy kid? Totally adorable.”

“Zaneeta in The Music Man?”

“Yes!”

“Thank you, Eddie, she was my dream role for a long time and getting to play her was just…amazing.”

“I’m glad. You deserved it.”

You snuggled into Eddie’s side, breathing in deeply. Nancy and Robin watched from behind a tree, smiling as you and Eddie got up, hand in hand.

Not all your problems were going to be fixed of course, but you knew no matter what, you had Eddie, and that was perfect.

#stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #totally not crying right now #i want my eddie

[teecupangel]

Desmond as a Mind Flayer

Submitted by @fanworldbuildingfun​

 few days I have been absolutely consumed by Baldur’s Gate. It has been a most excellent diversion. And thus, I come to you with an idea: after the Solar Flare, Desmond does perish in the Temple. Physically, that is. However, his mid endures – and not at all as The Reader

No, instead – Desmond comes to as a silent observer in the mind of the MC of Baldur’s Gate 3. An experience so similar to Animus that, at first, he thinks he IS stuck in an Animus. But the world, the beings in it – they fit nothing that Desmond has experienced before. And so, he tries to adapt. Trying to reach out to the person he is riding. Permitting what he perceives as a draw on his Eagle Vision (even if it comes across so odd now!). Pinging when he senses danger going on

And then, one day… He manages to actually interact with his host. In a dream. Now. To stop them from being so antagonistic to Desmond – neither of them, after all, had an option to get stuck as they are

In short: Desmond gets reborn as the Mind Flayer parasite in BG3 world. And does not realize it

Que Desmond being *the* Bleeding Effect here. And possibly working on having the other companions become potential carriers to his ancestors’ memories? But that only happens if his host opts to “connect” with the others often (which the game implies is Bad)

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Additions by teecup:

I haven’t bought Baldur’s Gate 3 yet so I am basing Desmond’s Mind Flayer capabilities on what’s wildly accepted in D&D.

First of all, we’ll make Desmond a rogue Mind Flayer that no Elder Brain can control at all. This would make him an enemy of the other Mind Flayers (although they wouldn’t necessarily attack Desmond or his host directly though) because he cannot be ‘put in his place’.

Of course, this would also mean that Desmond has no connection to the hivemind (either permanently or, if you’d like, we can make Desmond be able to access the hivemind later on but he’d mistake it for maybe the Bleeding Effects of ancestors he didn’t know about).

And Desmond always appears as Desmond Miles in the MC’s dreams. He’s just as baffled as the MC to why he can see thru their eyes and the MC might even believe that he’s a wizard or a sorcerer who had fallen into a spell of his own or some kind of magical artifact.

Desmond doesn’t believe that because he has all of Desmond Miles’ memories.

That’s when the MC would suggest “Perhaps you did come from another world and have been transformed?”

And that’s when the search for what Desmond is will begin.

Mind Flayer won’t be the first guess of the MC because Desmond doesn’t act like a usual Mind Flayer. He’s sincere and his words held no lies. Sure, he didn’t tell the MC everything about himself but that’s not surprising at all. Everyone has secrets and it was clear that Desmond’s secrets wasn’t his alone to share.

So they bonded in their dreams and Desmond starts to gain more control over the MC’s body. It’s like… the more they share what they were thinking, what’s on their mind, the more Desmond… feel more in control.

Desmond doesn’t think that’s a problem. In Desmond’s eyes, it was just similar to how more ‘invasive’ the Bleeding Effect was becoming (and that is how he and the MC had been calling it, the Bleeding Effect).

And neither of them realize that Desmond was doing what Mind Flayers were meant to do to their host from the very beginning.

The moment the MC starts to talk to Desmond about their thoughts and feelings…

Desmond had begun to eat their mind.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond has no idea what he’s doing. He doesn’t even know what a Mind Flayer is.

I’m thinking we should make the MC magic-focused so that the actions Desmond could do while in control would synergies well enough that they won’t realize that Desmond’s affinity to magic is more on the side of the Mind Flayer’s Psionic Magic ability being on the forefront.

It’s probably going to be the Mind Flayers who would tell the MC and Desmond what Desmond truly is unless they find a character that can tell that the MC is already undergoing ceremorphosis.

You want other people to be the host of his ancestors? We can go for the D&D lore of Mind Flayers and make Desmond lay eggs which will hatch to tadpoles with memories of his ancestors.

Of course, this would mean the real reason why the Elder Brain wants him dead is because his ‘offsprings’ also do not adhere to the rest of the Mind Flayers and they do not need to stay with the Elder Brain to live and grow.

They can automatically be implanted into a host.

Which means… Desmond wasn’t just a Mind Flayer. He could potentially be a Mind Flayer with the power of an Elder Brain.

And… I just have to add this:

#submission #if they do talk to one another thru dreams #this does mean that the mc can’t be any race that doesn’t sleep #like those who have ‘trance’ instead #unless we’re gonna make desmond able to connect to them #via trance as well #it's funny how i finally managed to answer this #during the time that baldur's gate 3 is in full force right now #that was not intentional #assassin's creed #desmond miles #baldur's gate 3 #mind flayer #desmond as a mind flayer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: baldur's gate #fic idea: dungeons and dragons #sure why not #fic idea: crossover

[majorluz]

Red/Blu Pyro Headcanons!!

To see my lil doodle featuring what I personally believe Pyro looks like under the mask go here pls!!

Red Pyro

Pyro doesn't really try to be mysterious. He just likes the anonyminity and is a little self conscious about her looks. The other mercs are skeeved out by him bc they've NEVER seen her face and have never seen him shower or use the latrine at night. That's bc she's Scary Good at moving around without being detected while unencumbered.

The first person he ever showed her face to is Engie, because he never questioned her motives or showed any fear while interacting with him and treated her like a trusted comrade, with all the friendly back-slaps and fistbumps that came with it. Of course, it was spurred by a conversation where Pyro was teasing Engineer about being scared of him while getting in his personal space, but when Engie reiterated, "No, son, I ain't scared," that's when the mask was peeled off and Dell was met with a yellowed grin and two haggard but gentle brown eyes. "How about now," Pyro signed with her free hand.

Binds with gauze sometimes to aid with the body dysmorphia and the "running-around-in-the-blistering-desert-wearing-an-asbestos-lined-suit" situation but started doing it less and less because Medic threatened to slice off his tits if she kept binding that tight. He's running out of salve and painkillers. Stop making his job harder.

Pyro is very vocal when wearing the mask but when he's not, she's selectively mute and speaks almost exclusively in SL aside from small grunts and vocalizations that are too specific to emulate with signing. (Audible frustration/sarcasam, sobbing, laughter)

Pyroland is less of a "delusion" and more like an inappropriately-timed daydream. Pyro knows what his job is and she is damn good at it, but an active battlefield doesn't really give you any time for escapist fantasies soooooo why not combine the two? it's not healthy or viable long-term but nobody's gonna intervene if the other team's good n crispy right?

Sweaty. All the time. Doesn't matter the time of day or the temperature outside. She smells like sweat, his hugs are slightly damp, and her skin sticks with the person he's touching. This is actually a very pleasant experience.

Uses novelty weapons like the Gas Passer and the Thermal Thruster because they're just so damn FUN. Favorite taunt is Gas Blast, you can probably tell why.

Blu Pyro

He's not nearly as vocal, not even while wearing the mask, she communicates almost exculsively in SL. His demeanor is a lot more docile and shy in social situations, but is arguably even more spine-chilling in combat because she doesn't always laugh maniacally when roasting the opposing team, but rather tilts his head in curious, almost childlike fascination.

The other Blu mercs are a little less scared of him than the Red team are of their Pyro because of her gentler nature, but it's still freaky to wake up in the middle of the night for a glass of water only to be met with your Pyro standing in the hallway in his full gear, staring, unmoving, at a wall...

Is also Very Sweaty but instead of smelling and feeling like a warm sweaty body he feels clammy and ill. Nobody's fond of bunking with her because it feels like sleeping next to a corpse. which is double unfortunate because he's a cuddle bug

He LOVES drawing. She'd dip her fingers in blood and draw on concrete if he had no other viable surface. Blu HQ's walls are COVERED in Pyro doodles. some of them drawn in blood The subjects of her drawings usually consist of her coworkers, houses on fire, Ms. Pauling, houses on fire, cats wearing silly hats, did I mention houses on fire? One time, he drew the entire base in flames, so her drawing materials were confiscated for a week. Which ended in the base being set on fire because he had nothing constructive to do.

Absolutely devoted to the stock Flame Thrower. When questioned about it, Pyro signs matter-of-factly, "Fire makes bad things disappear."

She gets injured. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. Not enough for a respawn, but he has shown up at the Medic's office with a butterfly knife stuck firmly in the back of her skull, a fire axe stuck in his spine, and her leg blown off from a rocket. It's become sort of a game among the others to bet on how he'll end up mangled on the battlefield. Their Medic doesn't find it very funny.

Very clingy and protective of the mercs she thinks are the 'smartest' like Engie, Spy, Medic, etc. He seems to value intelligence very highly due to her own perceived lack of it.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 pyro #tf2 headcanons #tf2 imagines #im alternating between he/she bc im grasping at straws and considering scout's line in the captions of 'meet the pyro' #which is 'he's not here is she' to be canon bc i so so desperately want he/him she/her butch pyro pleaaaaase

[dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3]

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hi i uh. drank a sinister potion (dr. pepper) on the way to school this morning and the problem with perfection filled my head for the fiftieth time so. i'm here now. soooo uh, warning for a very crazy caffeine induced audhd rant. 👍

i just like.... kinda wanna let u know how much this fic means to me. like fr. like seriously. it means a lot to me. we've been mutuals for a while so i feel like now's def a good time (and a long time coming lmao)

iirc i found ur fic when i was in the danganronpa trenches in like, 2021/2022 i think? it was summer and i had nothing better to do with my free time and i was super bored and ishimondo was my personality and i found it while going thru ao3 and was like "yeah. this sounds cool"

and i did NOT know what i was getting into let me tell you. adored the writing really fast. ur skill level actually blew me the fuck away like. instantly. all the characters were incredibly in character, everything was so detailed and i LOVED the fact that you made your writing very emotion driven. like you wrote a lot with like, exaggerated punctuation and pauses and spaces and stuff that i rarely ever see but i feel like your writing was like, so much better for that??? its something i've started to use in my writing because it just draws you in so much and just. puts you into their shoes almost instantly. like it sounds like you're in their head. like i think like that (got that narrator brain in me) and it was just so cool to see someone write like that. got a lot of good moments

and i honest to god binged that fic because it had me by a chokehold. like i'm talking i barely got sleep because i was so excited to read the next chapter the next day that my body would wake me up earlier. and i'd pull it out and binge the next chapter. and when i got to a point where the chapters where still being updated, i remember checking like. every sunday night or so every week to see if it got updated. so many cliffhangers that i was not normal about..........

and i recommended it to EVERYONE i knew that was into danganronpa. like i did not care if they usually read fanfiction or not i would sit there and go on infodump rants about this gay fanfiction i found on the gay fanfiction site and ik i confused them but like. that was how good it was to me. felt like it was a real book. and not only that i honest to god felt like i was reading about me.

like the way you wrote taka meant and continues to mean so much to me to this fucking day because i rarely ever see characters that are like me, at least in an honest to god way. and i was already connected to taka and loved him but i think you made him feel like an extension of me in a way and it just like. idk. it spoke to me man. ik i sound dramatic but it did.

like an autistic queer kid with a strict parent being thrown into so many situations where you just automatically assume everyone else is watching you, judging you, based on past trauma and experiences and just. at the same time so emotional and passionate and just genuine for lack of a better term. and the panic attacks that were written i actually almost had some during reading it because i felt it. that felt like me honest to god (not a bad thing btw!!! i am ok!! but that's a compliment because that's how accurate it was!!)

and during a time where i was dating people who just. idk its hard to explain. i knew they cared about me but there were so many times where there were disconnects. sexuality and gender (gender's not really a part of the story ik but yk what i mean) was a big one. and i felt how he would feel when mondo wasn't exactly the best when it came to his behaviors and expressions of love.

and now i'm with someone who is like. mondo at all his best moments. and even when he matches mondo's lower ones it feels like, there's more times where we can do what they did in the fic and work through it. be there for each other because even if we're both fucked up yk we can like. work through it. and that's so cool honestly?? its not transactional, it means something. i've felt both sides and it's so. crazy to me. it's just wild.

and while i didn't read a lot of it (mental health was NOT in a space where i could i'm gonna be so real) the other installment, the one where mondo comes over to taka's house and they gotta hide and stuff? i've felt that. god i've felt that. my current boyfriend (also a trans man) and i have had so many times where we've had to act as "friends" and hide our romantic gestures and being so deathly afraid of getting caught yk?

idk this fic made me feel seen, and i wonder if there's like... anyone else that feels that way. idk i feel like their definitely is. and i just kinda wanna like. thank you for writing something that just. made me feel heard in a time when i really really needed it. even if we didn't know each other it felt so wild to have a stranger sit there and give me and indirect hug and let me know that i am not the only guy struggling out there with this stuff. it's changed the way i view myself and how i view the world and it's so cool to me that even fanfiction of all things can do that. that's nuts man. you did that and i really wanna emphasize that you should be proud of that. that's so cool. you're writing is so fucking cool man.

and also another thing i. love. that you also wrote about sex being a form of like. expressing love for some people. i am demisexual so like. seeing a character that seemed to also exhibit that and really only feel and have that strong attraction to someone they love romantically and have a connection with, and do it to let the other person know they love them. it's like. that's cool. that's so cool. i'm shaking you that's so cool /pos

and while i'm not fixated on dr right now (as you can. probably tell. (btw obligatory "watch lego monkie kid but also you do not have to i just wanna let you know its cool" plug because of Tha Autism(tm)), and while my comic i was going to make is on a very long hiatus bc adhd is beating the shit out of me, i really want you to know how much i appreciate this fic and how much it just. lives in my brain. how much it makes me emotional to this day because it spoke to me; some random dude who was just getting out of high school who fucking needed that really really bad. and also i want you to know how excited i was when we become mutuals and i'm really really lucky to have someone so cool as my mutual, and you've become even cooler in my brain now that we're kinda yk. in a vaguely similar circle.

anyways i appreciate you so much!!!! and even if we're in different fandoms and stuff, and even if tpwp is also not being continued/on a hiatus i still appreciate what you did with it, and what you do now. don't understand all the fandoms you post but i got that respect for it. i'm in the corner with pom poms cheering u on.

so um. yeah! that was long. but i'm hyped up on caffeine and neurodivergent so ujhm. yea. hopefully this made sense lmao

~ your very much not normal mutual tyler 👍

Okay, sorry for the late response, I saw this when I got up this morning and needed the day to figure how to respond because this was. So much (in a good way I promise!!!!)

So, first of all, THANK YOU FOR THIS!! It's easy as a fic writer to feel discouraged with your writing, or to feel like you're not as "good" as other people, and it's things like this that remind me that whether or not I'm a "good writer," what I write does matter to people. And that's just... really special to me, so thank you for writing this all. It means so much to me.

I'm glad you like the dramatic pauses and the way I write, though! When I was younger, I always tried to limit doing that sort of thing, since I knew it wasn't considered "good" or "proper" writing. But with TPWP I just... decided to let myself write how I wanted to write and not think too much about it. I wrote TPWP kind of how I think, because I wanted it to feel like it was Taka's thoughts and emotions, even if it wasn't in first person. And I'm really glad that came across!

I've always been really big into psychology and introspection, which is one of the main reasons I write about things like that a lot. I like to get into characters heads and try to figure them out. See what they'd be like if this thing happened, or if this thing hadn't happened, etc. I write about struggles, because I struggled as a kid, but in more quiet ways. I mean, all things considered I had a good life. supportive, loving parents and older brother, good grades, people generally liked me and I never got in trouble. But I was so determined to do well that I psyched myself out. I was terrified of disappointing people and losing what I had, and I crumbled in middle and high school. Luckily I had good parents so I was able to stumble through it, but it always left me feeling isolated, since I could never articulate why I felt so off inside. It wasn't until I took an "abnormal psych" class in college that I even realized I had intense anxiety.

All of this to say that I'm glad I was able to resonate with you through my writing. I could never find the words to articulate myself when I was younger, so I took to writing to try and connect with people, to get a message across. Most of my stories have some form of "moral" or "lesson" that I'm trying to get across, lessons that I had to learn myself growing up. TPWP's was that perfection is impossible and that you have to learn to accept yourself for who you are. Honestly, I put the most of myself into Taka, since while I never had a distant parental figure who wanted me to be absolutely perfect, I was kinda that figure to myself. I wanted so badly to be "perfect" and "the favorite" and when I wasn't, I freaked out. I shut down and couldn't even explain to my parents why. So, with TPWP, I wanted to let other people know that it's okay to just... be you.

I don't know if any of this is making any sense, sorry. I had a long day at work and my head is a bit jumbled. Mostly just... thanks for writing this. Things have been tough lately between school and work, and it's nice to be reminded that my stories do matter to people. I never wanted to be a professional writer, but I did always want to write something that made someone, somewhere, feel something. Hopefully something good, something cathartic.

Oh, and as for the sex thing... that was honestly unintended, ha. But I'm Ace, so to me, that's what sex is. Or what it should be. A way to connect emotionally with your partner above all else. Honestly, the only reason I wrote sex into TPWP was to explore the way it would interact with their friendship, not to be like... sexual, ha. Glad you liked how I wrote it!

Anyway, thanks again for writing this!! And I'm glad we're mutuals too! Yeah, I am part of some interesting fandoms on my main blog, but I'm glad it's not too off-putting, ha. I'll try and check out that show some day, though! I don't have a lot of emotional energy to get into a new show at the moment (as I'm sure some people can understand, since starting a new fandom can be a lot at times), but maybe once (IF) things calm down for me I'll take a look! I have seen a lot of posts about the monkie kid show, not just from you, so it's something I might check out one of these days. I'm mostly waiting for Our Flag Means Death season 2 to air tomorrow so I can get washed away into Pirate Town for the next month or so, while the episodes release. 😅😅😅

#Ask answers #Personal post #Sorry for rambling. #I hope there aren't any typos but I'm too tired to read through it so hope it makes sense!

[imagionationstation]

I need advice. How do I make an au? Is there any rules ?

I’m not sure… If I have the authority to give AUs rules?

AUs are an Author’s Universe. The only rules in the Author’s Universe is up to the author, as far as I know. You can make it as impossible or complicated or realistic as you want.

I think… I think if there was a rule, it would be to involve reminders that this is attached to some movie/book/show/etc. A Ninja Turtles AU needs to involve at least one brother. Or April. Or Casey. Splinter- Bishop- Mutanimals, even Chloe.

This AU is a turtles AU, so you gotta include elements/characters from the shows/show that you’re basing it off of.

As for how to make one?

An AU is usually an notable difference from the show in one or a couple key factors. Taking the brothers and giving them a female parent would make that world an AU. Taking the brothers and changing them into another creature/a human would make it an AU. Changing the ages makes it an AU. Changing any key aspect of a show would essentially make your story an AU.

Most people make AUs left and right without realizing it.

Those who intend to make an AU often create an entirely new dimension by choice. They give them a new setting, new personalities (or similar personalities based off different past core memories), and give them new villains or friends.

Some AU’s are extreme- like my Mutant World AU, which is a world that is full of mutants. The turtles past is completely turned upside down- with the brothers Raph and Mikey being abused and then adopted by Splinter, and Leo and Donnie only being chosen brothers, bonding after being used as experiments for as long as they can remember. There’s no Foot involvement at all, and the Kraang are the ominous, dangerous lurking element

And some AUs are more subtle- Like taking scene from the show and adding a Y/N or self-portrayal character into the plot. The show elements remain the same, but now they have a sister or a best friend or a crush tagging along. The plot is relatively the same, but now they happen to exist.

How you do an AU really depends on why you’re making it.

If it’s just for fun: There is no right way to make an AU! Come up with characters, let your mind wander and picture them, draw them- write clips about them- just ramble about them! Plan backstory if you want, or flush out their future! They are your characters now- give them fluff! Hurt and heal them! Let the live their lives as you see fit! (Just try and make sure you keep you facts straight. AUs can get confusing at times… Trust me.)

If it’s for a story: DO NOT START WRITING FIRST THING! Not for a story plot. It makes things hard. Flush out the characters first.

What’s their backstory? Why do they act the way they do? What are their greatest skills? What makes them likable? What are their flaws? What makes them unlikable? Is this an action AU? Who’s the villain? Romance AU? Who do they like? How does the relationship build? What insecurities might your character/s learn to battle? Do they have close friends? Will they make close friends? What is their friend’s backstory? What makes them as close as they are?

There are probably a million more that could be asked, but the important thing is that you need to know your characters. You’re the only one who knows what questions are relevant to the characters and their development. Think on it.

Using what you know about the character, it could help design the world around them. Maybe they are bullied often and that’s why they’re so self conscious- where are they bullied? School? Work? What do they do? Are they bullied for clothes? Their voice? Their appearance? Why? What do they look like? Do they have scars on their body from physical abuse? A special place to hide when things get bad? Where is that? Bedroom? A friend’s house? What do those look like?

Once you build you characters and some of their world (only some, because new objects and flaws and buildings will absolutely come up as you’re coming up with new ideas), then you can build a plot.

What is your story about? Finding themselves? Action? Trauma? Romance? Horror? Or a series of OneShots about their daily lives filled with fluff and good feels?

Anything goes! As long as you love your plots, there are readers out there that will love your plot as well!

Hope this helps!

#Me: writes this a few days ago #Me today: Realizes I never posted it #writing #au writing #writing advice #tmnt fandom #2012 tmnt #tmnt 2k12 #Mutant World Iteration

[acradelius]

can i request blackwatch! moira and genji?? maybe something after a rough mission!! 🥺 luv ur work sm ♡

"Don't You Worry. It'll Be Alright."

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairings: Blackwatch!Moira x Reader, Blackwatch!Genji x Reader

Rating: Orange [🟠] (Equivalent to PG)

Warnings/Mentions Of: Injured Reader, Injuries

Word Count: 679 Words

Author's Note: Spent like an hour trying to research Genji's attitude during Blackwatch, because we all know he be edgy and shit, all for the information to be like "Yeah, he was upset." So, apologies if this isn't Genji like behavior.

Moira O’Deorain

To some it would seem that Moira’s complaints about (Y/N) being recruited for a Blackwatch mission of this severity was that Moira didn’t want to be the one to end up babysitting the junior support. Or that there were some rumors going around that it might have just been the fact that a secondary support was going at all, seeing that Moira was normally the one that was relied upon when it came to healing. Moira had complained to mostly everyone that was allowed to know about the mission. She complained to comrades, she complained to (Y/N). She even went as far to go to board members and complain to them.

They should've listened, because turns out in the end Moira was right after all. It wasn’t that (Y/N) was a bad support, quite the opposite actually, it’s more that  (Y/N) just needed more training followed by more field experience in terms of severity. Not having that experience led them to this moment: being in the medical wing all patched up and recovering from some major injuries. It was quite a rough mission. Despite trying their best, everything just seemed to go in the opposite direction luck wise for them. Moira dismissed Angela from having taken care of (Y/N), mumbling underneath her breath.

“I’ll be fine, it will just take some time to heal. No biggie, love.” (Y/N) attempted to reassure that they were fine, taking Moira’s hand within their own and squeezing gently. “You’ve been seriously injured. You could’ve perished.” Moira responded bitterly, but there was that mutual knowingness that she didn’t blame (Y/N) for the state that they were in. If anything maybe there would be some chance that they would start taking Moira and her opinions more seriously and into consideration now. “-but y’know, the team members kinda suck, to be honest.” She was drawn away from her thoughts to the rambling (Y/N) was making. “They’ve got their.. positives.. but I couldn’t agree more. Now, you get some rest.”

Genji Shimada

The mission wasn’t supposed to end the way that it did. It was supposed to be a simple stealth mission: get in, recover the information that was needed, get out. Genji must have miscalculated something, but couldn’t bring to mind what it possibly could’ve been. It caused the mission to be a failure, a rough failure. It all backfired and they were forced to retreat back to the rendezvous point, teammates injured and without the information. “If it wasn’t for this disgraceful mechanical body..” Genji spat out quietly to himself, hightailing throughout the base with the objective to find a singular person he had in mind. 

While it was lowkey against policy, more for the safety of an individual, it was quite easy to differentiate which room (Y/N) stayed in due to how decorative their door was. Various colored sticky notes adorned it, some being reminders or update messages about important things and others being silly little drawings and mischievous arguments. He didn’t bother to knock, he didn’t bother to listen to any sound cues to see if you were even home. Either you wouldn’t be and he would wait for you to return or you would be home and he could get started to get over this anger that had built up. 

“Rough mission, Genji?” Being immediately read like an open book, or maybe it was just the usual way he enters the place whenever being upset. He doesn’t give any response, finding (Y/N) within the kitchen area pulling some baked vegetables out of the oven. Genji proceeds to come up behind them, wrapping his arms around their waist followed by burying his face into the crook of their neck. “Rough is some way to describe the failure of said mission.” Despite the anger within himself, he allowed himself this one moment of peace, relaxing himself to the hums of (Y/N), followed by their words of reassurance. “We just have to have patience, my dear. Eventually things will get better, Genji.”

#moira o'deorain #overwatch moira #blackwatch moira #genji shimada #overwatch genji #blackwatch genji #orange rating #x reader #requests?! thank you<3

[galaxythreads]

Ah if you’re doing lore for fics, could u do it for Brothers of Frost (my beloved) —thot-son-of-odin

always still doing fic lore! :)

I have literally not looked at his fic since the day I posted it. So this will be interesting I guess.

The basis of this fic was actually based off of an idea for an original story my sister had, where countries traded heirs so that way they would stop fighting. I honestly don't even remember what the original request was so I'm not sure how badly I altered it.

I remember very vividly how much writing from Odin's POV made me feel frustrated because like, usually i just consider him to be an a-hole, but I couldn't do that from his pov and I needed him to be a good dad so I had to compromise a bit.

LORE FOR BROTHERS OF FROST <- LINK TO STORY

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"Frigga's hand rests on his shoulder, and Odin lifts his gaze to his wife gratefully, raising his hand to gently hold her fingers between his own. She has always been attuned to him, able to read his face like an open book despite his best efforts to dissemble."

This position has always struck me as really intimate when partners do this. <3

Also I really must have just discovered the word dissemble, because when I was doing a different fic lore I saw it and was like ??? galaxy WHY. Because like, it means what I think it means in this context, there are just so many better words to use. Sometimes eyes are just eyes, yknow?

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"The word of a Jotunn is never trustworthy."

oh and I'm spelling jotun weird. okay. Also. My man. my guy. my dude. Your xenophobia is showing and your frost giant son is literally two feet away from you.

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"his feet giving tittering taps against the ground in a rhythm that is familiar to him."

...tittering taps? what on earth--?

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"He casts a look at the boy, long blond hair is tucked into a messy ponytail with loose strands coming to hang around a thin face. He carries muscles, but it is meager compared to other children his age and it does not seem to hold well onto his gaunt body. He is tucked into furs, but they do not seem to be warm enough for the brittle edge of Jotunheim."

fun fact!! @thot-son-of-odin drew fanart of this:

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"She releases his hand and moves forward slowly, though Thor flinches to it. Wide blue eyes swing up to meet the golden blonde's and his fists clench at his sides, as though preparing for a fight."

Hypervigilance from being raised in a society that loathes him. Thor was bullied and beaten up frequently.

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"Thor barely comes up to her shoulder, and Odin can see the stiff surprise in his expression."

Guess who is receiving the first hug in their life that they can remember?

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Thor lifts his eyes towards him, "I'm…" He murmurs in a shaky common-tongue. He swallows, "I'm…"

thor was going to say "i'm going to pass out", but frigga interrupted him.

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 "Hello, Thor," he says in a small voice, "you're well, I trust."

"I'm…" Thor repeats helplessly, then clenches his fists tightly, "yes. Of course...Thank you."

Just realized that Thor is meeting the person that he was traded for and he's probably having mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, Loki is smol, on the other, Loki stole his life.

Thor was also going to say he was going to pass out. The boy does not know how to cite his needs.

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Odin bites sharply at his inner cheek before sharing a helpless look with his wife and rests a hand on Thor's shoulder, pretending to ignore his flinch.

Guess who is NOT used to contact that isn't intended to hurt??

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Odin guides Thor through the palace, but the slightest noise or abrupt movement makes him flinch and draw in closer to himself. He seems terrified of everything and Odin is not quite sure what to do with this information

Yeah, guess who grew up in the middle of Jotunheim streets and like. Did not see people and color? This is literally Thor's first experience with Asgard that he remembers and everything is loud and he hates it.

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Thor asks no questions. He hardly speaks except when asked a question, instead opting to stare at everything.

GUESS WHO DOESN'T KNOW THE COMMON TONGUE THAT WELL BECAUSE NO ONE FREAKING TAUGHT HIM?

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When they at last make it to the royal family's wing, Thor's eyes widen with wonder. The personal rooms are adjoined in the middle with a large sitting room, a private kitchen (Frigga has always loved to cook and not even her royal status is going to stop that), and a small nook that Odin has turned into a library since he moved in here with Frigga.

Galaxy's Quest To Ignore/Explain Away Servants Continues!

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Odin laughs with the others and rejoices, but notices with painful realization that Thor has shrunk further into himself and is barely picking at the food on his plate

GUESS WHo--i'm kidding. thor hasn't ever been to a party before. Everything is STILL LOUD.

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Loki keeps attempting to start conversations with him (which shows the blond's true lack of talking desires if Loki, who hates initiating talking, has to start first), but Thor isn't responding.

"lack of talking desires" GALAXY WHY IS THIS--

Thor still doesn't understand the common tongue that well. Loki might as well be speaking gibberish.

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Thor was always to return and take that responsibility. Asgard was never meant to be Loki's. It does not quell his fury to realize how many believed he'd simply sentenced his firstborn son to death.

my man my guy my dude. you didn't. even think about that a little bit? Laufey could have just outright killed Thor. And then you wouldn't have an heir. Also kind of messed up that Odin's immediate solution to this is to dump the throne onto Thor once he came back. Like. HOW DID YOU THINK THIS WAS GOING TO GO?

okay. good news guys, even when I try to write Odin as a good parent he still sucks. It's just in his nature.

I still cannot believe that Laufey didn't even want Loki back. Like BRO--

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To recompense this, they asked Sir Borison, head of the nobility's school, to have him take a placement test. He wasn't drastically behind others his age, but he does not bare Loki's genius. Odin is not unhappy with this, he is pleased Thor understands what he can.

i'm gonna let you all in on a little secret. Sir Borison is the name I always give Loki and Thor's tutor and it's because it's literally sir boring-son. Yes, I have the sense of humor of a ten-year-old.

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His common-tongue is often choppy, as if he did not spend enough time speaking or learning it, and the fact it did not hinder him in the testing was impressive in of itself.

YEAH. CAUSE HE TAUGHT HIMSELF HOW TO READ.

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Thor is not so much of Jotunheim's that he does not feel.

OH MY GOSH THE XENOPHOBIA. DUDE. LOKI IS RIGHT THERE.

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"I not want—" Thor starts, then clenches his fists, "please not make me be attended to by healer." Why is there such reluctance? Surely the boy must know that they intend him no harm. He is safe here. Asgard will always be safe for him.

I literally don't remember why Thor doesn't want to go to a healer, but I am so here for this. What's going on baby boy? :(

Also the failing speech patterns are just *Chef's kiss*

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"Father!" Loki cries, coming up to the other side of the desk and slamming his hands against the surface. "I want a new brother!"

*rolls eyes fondly* oh my gosh you big dramatic baby.

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It is hard to see Jotunheim in him when he's shy and stumbles over his words, but this? This is the culture he knows best. The one that Thor cannot keep if Odin is to make him king. If Thor is to recover from the years he spent as Laufey's.

I'm so annoyed with thim right now. A because MORE XENOPHOBIA AND LOKI IS STILL RIGHT THERE and b...dude. Thor has been there for like ONE WEEK. How is he supposed to have recovered by now???? And what does "recovered" even mean? That he acts more like Asgardians? LIke? Odin has put in zero (0) effort into helping Thor, but expects him to be all better anyway.

I'm just asdfkjas;dflkajs;df

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Sir Utlison's gaze flicks up to him, almost as if guilty before admitting, lowly: "He's...reckless. Dangerous. You must know this, he is a tool that Laufey created. A intelligencer. Why do you believe he was sent with no escort?"

I am banging my head against a wall. A spy. Just SAY SPY. An EYE IS SOMETIMES JUST AN EYE.

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Thor's eyes lose their anger, replaced with a tired defeat. "Fandral hit Loki hard enough to make him bleed. I hit him enough to make him regret it."

THOR. MY CHILD. MY BABY. YOU HAVE KNOWN LOKI THREE WEEKS AND YOU'RE ALREADY BEATING UP HIS BULLIES. <3

SOMEONE NEEDS TO BEAT UP YOURS NOW

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Thor's head whips up and he jerks slightly, "Wait! Please! I lost control of my temper and I'm sorry, I swear on my honour I'm sorry, but please don't lock me in the room!"

Oh.

Oh.

Right. Forgot about that. Okay. Yeah.

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"...yes. The King was never pleased with anything I did. He was always angry. Sometimes he'd hit me, but I was to small and fast. They were always making fun of me and I hated it. No one liked me, but they pretended they did. I tried to do the things that they wanted, but I was always cold, sick, and they hated me for it. The King—Laufey would punish me by throwing me in the room and I hated it. I didn't like dark. It was always cold, All-Father, and I just wanted to be warm."

You know. Isolation in the dark and cold is probably one of the worst long-term psychologically damaging things I can think of. Good job, Laufey, you messed up a perfectly good child.

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Thor squeezes his eyes shut, "Fandral's gang of idiots. That's-that's why Loki hit him first. Then Fand-ral hit him back and called him the hiccup of the family and that he wouldn't underssstand because of that, and I was so angry. Loki's mean, but he's my brother. All-all of them hate me and they said that you do to and that you want to send me b-b-back."

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT TOO.

I literally love how in any reincarnation of them, Thor and Loki are still ride or die siblings. AND SOMEONE HIT THOR'S BULLY BACk!!!

(I DO NOT ENCOURAGE NOR CONDONE VIOLENCE)

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Startled, but not surprised, Odin assigns Loki to the task as well to keep the four boys from strangling each other.

maybe, consider this, you could have an adult supervise them instead of an actual child, sir?

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There's a book between their legs from where they're sitting on the floor and Loki points at something on the page.

"What's this letter?"

""E"?" Thor questions, looking up for confirmation.

Loki shakes his head, "No, that's "Æ", this is "E"." He points somewhere else on the book. Thor makes a little humming noise of agreement.

Odin's stomach jerks.

Thor never learned how to read from the Jotunns.

There's just something really really sweet to me about the idea of Loki putting together that Thor can't read and then going "well i guess I'm just going to fix that" and then Thor trusting him enough to let him help. I love these two so much.

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Loki gives him a look, but it's softer this time, "Worry not," he reassures, releasing Thor's hand, "you should really think about drawing the Dejorunn Mountains, they're beautiful at this time of year. Sir Borison said that he was going to take my class up to see them, but Astrid slipped and got her dress all dirty and she cried for a long time, Brother, it was at least three minutes, and then Brosn fell down and broke his ankle so the trip was cancelled. Do you want to see them with me? Father said he would take me, but he's been busy and he might let us go if you ask—" no, he wouldn't, they're too dangerous. When they're older, maybe, "—and I would love to drink from the Waterfall of Kings. You would, too, I think."

Loki learning with Thor's anxiety and helping Thor with it and Thor letting him help and this 'verse is SO GOOD. I'm very proud of myself. I did a great job, lol.

I always think of this as like. The devil's fic. Like on my list of fics I hate this is below that. But it's actually really good??? like. Yeah it's got some rough spots and Odin is STILL horrible, but overall I would write a follow-up one-shot, which is kind of my basis on how much I hate something, XD

thank you so much for this ask. It gave me a little boost of confidence.

LINK TO STORY <-

#thor #thor and trauma #my fics #fic lore #my fic lore #loki #odin #frigga #answered

[faesystem]

Thank you so so much for answering my previous ask ;w;

Re-reading it I noticed I worded something really badly when I mentioned the switching between wheelchair and brace, what I meant is that I usually use one or the other depending on his condition (like on a day that the pain isn't too bad and for short trips, a brace but otherwise a wheelchair?) instead of trying to use the brace to make him able-bodied ;;

My worries were mostly that I know there are very big differences between these sorta aids (like I mentioned, in my case my tendonitis is mild-ish so I usually switch between compression gloves/sleeves and a brace that's got a metal rod, rarely going for the tape) and while most things showed these knee braces with a rod on each side and like 4 straps to keep the leg in place, but I wasn't too sure if that's an actual everyday aid or more of a medical aid you'd only get while at a hospital... cuz some mention it as "post-op" while others as an aid for joint pain, and if I'm drawing this the least I can do is get it right (i think)

I'm very thankful for your answer once again, and I'm very sorry for my struggle at describing the brace and I'll also take a deeper like you suggested at his disability and the impact it has o7

(I haven't drawn Scar in a while... not to mention posted, but I'll be sure to pop by once I do finish this WIP; Also I'm really thankful for the drawing wheelchair guide you linked)

I am glad you found my answer helpful. :]

I do not use braces often. I used to use wrist braces to prevent hyperextension when doing circus, but decided it was just better to avoid those activities altogether. So, I honestly could not tell you what is a realistic aid when it comes to braces.

A good resource, in my opinion, is looking at disabled people online talking about their experiences.

I searched up, 'knee brace ehlers danlos' on tiktok and immediately found this video. It probably answers quite a bit of your questions. I find that tiktok tends to be a great source of info, as it is generally by and for disabled people, and the short format makes the information bite sized and easy to understand.

I honestly also think it could be an interesting way to implement some world building in the story. Most MCYT stories are in a Minecraft-based fantasy setting. Me, personally, I tend to flavour it as the stuff they get on Hermitcraft is only really stuff the Hermitcrafters can make.

Which means in my setting, all of Scar's aids are made by his fellow Hermits. I feel as though the redstoners construct him all different kinds of braces and wheelchairs (often times not actually containing wheels) and other aids.

I honestly think that it does not necessarily have to be 100% realistic to our world what braces he has if it is a fanatsy setting that does not function like our world. If it is a more our world like setting, then yes some realism would probably be great, and the best way to find that is through people who use those aids talking about it. But do not be afraid to get a bit creative with it.

Obviously, I would suggest understanding how an aid works fundamentally before adding flair. It does pain me a bit (perhaps a lot) whenever I see a beautifully designed wheelchair which looks exactly like a hosptial chair. But if you understand what does and does not work (such as having a very high back on the chair that restricts arm movement when pushing, lack of cushion, ect) then its pretty easy to make something cool.

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[mavigator]

A CALAMITY IS COMING.

PHANTOM PAINS is a paranormal graphic novel based off of a nightmare I had when I was fifteen and a short story I never finished as a kid. Before judging the actions of a seventeen year-old dealing with phantom infestations in their home, mind, and body, ask yourself this: what the hell would you do?

In 1899, a stray forest fire took out the entire bottom half of Bywick, a small, forgettable town too far west of the railroad tracks to draw visitors. Hundreds of people died burning, and they took the life of the area with them. This tragedy spliced the town in two: the north side, where the laws of the universe proceed as normal, and the south side, where phantoms coast the city blocks.

By the time seventeen-year-old Jasminder moves in, it's over a century later, the south side of Bywick has been rebuilt, and stories of the haunted half of town are almost as common as the haunts themselves. Jas couldn't care less about ghost stories. They've got better things to worry about, like the collaborative English project, or finding a place that'll still develop film, and stuff like, 'hey, was that noise real, or?'––at least until a turn of events leads them to ->

PHANTOM ALLEY Nicknamed such by those that are capable of utilizing it, Phantom Alley is the threshold between the world of the living and the world of the dead. To the unseeing eye, it's just an alley located right in the middle of town. To those that are special––and what makes someone special is none of your goddamn business, not quite yet––it's a doorway. When a regular person crosses through Phantom Alley, they see nothing unusual. When someone less than regular walks through, the normal world falls away. All of the people fade from view, and the sky goes black. The air is always hollow and warm, like summer nights. Nearly every building is a phantom. Nearly every object contains a phantom.

Phantoms cannot cross through the Alley. They're locked in the south side of town.

HOW DO PHANTOMS EVEN WORK?

Anything can become a phantom––people can, of course, but so can animals, objects, and places.

Phantoms are merely impressions of what they were before they died. They don't retain memories or personality, though some retain unique knowledge.

PLACES: Say a library is closed down and demolished; this library, because it's so full of knowledge and history and experience, dies. Because it dies, it becomes a phantom. The building isn't haunted, it is the haunting. Many locations in the south side of Bywick are haunted by the places that came before them. This gives them odd properties when visited after crossing through Phantom Alley (these properties are NOT NOTICEABLE BY DEFAULT for those that aren't aware of the hauntings). For example, the bowling alley gives people three shadows, and the shopping center induces dizziness and chills. The entire south side of Bywick is extremely haunted because nearly every house was burnt to the ground.

ANIMALS: Not too complicated. When a living thing dies, it has a chance of becoming a phantom. The more haunted of an area something dies in, the bigger a chance it has at persisting after death. There's a dog park in Bywick that's occupied by tons of doggie ghosts. Not relevant to the plot at all. I just wanted you to know that.

HUMANS: Phantoms of humans are unique. They aren't able to hold their humanoid forms for long, and usually occupy an object with some kind of significance to them; could be a book, weapon, piece of jewelry, etc. They can also turn parts of themselves corporeal for very short amounts of time. They are the only types of phantoms capable of possession.

POSSESSION

Possession, contrary to popular belief, is a mutual agreement. Phantoms must have agreement from their hosts before taking over the body, and can be forced out of the body by pure will of the vessel. Possessions, overall, are not healthy for the phantom or their vessel, so they only occur when necessary and for short periods of time. When a person is possessed, they gain physical aspects unique to the phantom, such as a triple shadow or face/body markings. When possessing someone, phantoms are able to channel their spirit through their vessel to ward off harm from other phantoms. They can also talk through their vessel, which they can't do otherwise.

WRANGLERS

The wranglers are a group of people that are able to cross through Phantom Alley and see the haunted copy of the south side of town. Their jobs are best described as zookeepers; Bywick doesn't need ghost hunters. It needs people that can communicate with phantoms and keep them entertained, keep them happy, and offer companionship. When a hostile or otherwise dangerous phantom appears, the wranglers work together as a group to take care of it. Each wrangler has a patron phantom that they work with.

OKAY MAVERICK THANK YOU. WHAT'S THE STORY EVEN ABOUT?

The plot kicks off when Jasminder stumbles through Phantom Alley and into the haunted half of town. They encounter some phantoms, maybe freak out a bit before realizing none of them mean any harm, and meet a few of the wranglers. Ecstatic that they have the ability to see ghosts, Jasminder asks to join them. You know, as an after-school activity.

They meet a phantom named Crasher, a... very self-confident phantom with an eye for world domination that's convinced it's evil. Much to both Jas' and Crasher's dismay, Crasher has to be Jas' patron phantom.

During a routine phantom wrangling, Crasher possesses Jasminder to protect them. Everything goes flawlessly, and they're feeling pretty good about being a team, and then Crasher realizes it has no idea how to... un-possess Jas. This is no good–-by which I mean potentially life-threatening––for the both of them.

And then they learn that in order to see phantoms, you have to have caused a death.

Jas certainly doesn't recall killing anybody.

There are bugs crawling in the corner of Jasminder's vision. Something's growing beneath the pipes. There's a ghost hunter in town. Something's gotta break. Something's gotta bend.

A calamity is coming.

OTHER INFO

Wranglers

Jas + Crasher (wip)

Extra phantom info (wip)

Haunted locations (wip)

The Inspectre

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