#it's been...what a year?? I haven't drawn this au as much as I should and I'M ASHAMED

[magistralucis]

"Kiss me." - Trazyn/Orikan (for @beril66; Necrontyr AU, R-18)

(Drabble for a prompt fill challenge, prompts available here.)

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"Well?"

Orikan's eyes flickered open. "Well what, my lord?"

"You don't think I've behaved myself so far?" Trazyn had a lovely wryness about him, not only in his smile but his attitude, his long slim fingers playing over Orikan's forehead. It was not often that he saw the Diviner unveiled, but whenever the cloth was set aside, he took great joy in the knowledge Orikan only ever did it for him. "Isn't that why you are come to join me, since I've proved myself trustworthy? No words could express how much it grieved me to sit opposite fair Orikan, merely the length of this little table away, unable to embrace or even touch him but for a fingertip."

As if to claim his due Trazyn pulled him into a back hug, nuzzling the back of Orikan's neck. His hand roamed downwards in a gentle sweep past the cryptek's chest, and Orikan thanked the gauss-lights of the sanctum that his blush would not show. "Grief is a strong word for one hour apart."

"More like two, if you count the time we took to come here. Two weeks, if you count how long it's been since we last met. So you see, the word is completely warranted."

One slender white eyebrow was raised in response. "And I suppose you feel I am at fault for your condition."

"Oh yes, it is all Orikan's fault, all the time and always." Trazyn nodded, mock-wounded. His hand came to a standstill on Orikan's lap. The Diviner let out an incredulous noise in lieu of turning to stare at him; ridiculous or not, those Nihilakh robes were very warm, and comfortable to lean against. "I wouldn't have thought the stars deigned to shine on one such as I. Clearly they do, seeing as you were drawn to me by them, and you've never left me since - fairly sure they tell on me, too, since you've figured out so much of my nonsense. Yet you never stop me. Could it be that you enjoy it too?"

The scent of the Nephrekh incense had filled the sanctum entirely. Orikan hummed in quiet contemplation. Years ago, when they were newer to one another, he might've taken Trazyn's words as a barb against his profession; against his dynasty, against crypteks, whatever was the least charitable interpretation he could slap onto a lord he found obnoxious. They'd argued plenty over this matter and a thousand others in their time. Back then it had felt natural the two scholars should be opposed, for wherever bad faith was concerned, the necrontyr had ever wanted a share of it.

But they were different people now. Life's autumn was brushing its leaves over their heads. Orikan was well-traveled now, instead of merely envying Trazyn for having done so much earlier; he'd seen how in every world the noble folk disdained stargazers, whereas the Nihilakh lord had only ever given him curiosity, as well as a quiet respect for the things Orikan could see. For all of their differences, the two of them had only ever strived for wisdom. Trazyn was perfectly aware that he was being seen, and held no resentment about it; when he'd teased Orikan about those things, he had not done it to lord his riches or his station over Orikan's head, but rather to open his heart and understand.

(Not that this had ever stopped Orikan playing coy about it.)

"Who's to say I've never stopped your nonsense?" He remarked, lifting his chin in a lofty gesture. Like most other crypteks he had a faint tan-mark there, where his false beard was bound during his official duties, and which Trazyn found so tantalizing to trace. "Or that your nonsense was ever worth stopping?"

"Ah!" Then the overlord was quiet for some time, beguiled or bested, Orikan couldn't tell. "You haven't missed my antics then, dear one?"

The Diviner smiled. "Not at all."

"Really." Trazyn looked down at him, quietly amused. And that was when Orikan realized he'd never been bested at all: unnoticed by him, the hand that had been still for so long had slipped under his robes, finding its mark where flirtation had brought his secret core to a melting point. "Because the mouth I can see and the mouth I can feel are telling me very different things."

This too was not new. In hindsight he should have expected it, but in the moment Orikan was mortified.

An angry blush rose to his cheeks. "Well aren't you a knave."

"Yes, Master Orikan, but a honest man."

This, however, made no difference whatsoever to arousal, whether the Diviner's or the overlord's. At long last Trazyn felt empowered to disrobe the suitor's mantle, and he did so right away, searching out bare flesh and the heated moisture that left his slender fingers drenched. "Should I not praise the praise-worthy? Argue, against all wisdom, that what is beautiful is not so? I may be a knave but I will not be made a liar - I want you - I've wanted you ever since you drew that blindfold about me, and took me to this secret place, unknown and unheard by those of your dynasty. For that is not the true void, is it, sweet Orikan?"

He nodded towards the ceiling. Orikan's breath caught in his throat ere he could respond, for the lord's other hand was roaming over his chest now, thumbing langorously over the linen that had peaked with the tips of his nipples; but it was true, that was not the void, or at least their void contained in their current timeline. Before Orikan had worked his sorceries upon this place, it had been a tall but sealed room, its ceiling closed over with noctilith like everywhere else in the tower. The night sky swirling over their heads now was a practice piece, of voidmancy he'd picked up from Sannet, a literal window of alterdimensional space he had brought over for the sake of open air.

That, and of utmost secrecy, for no smoke nor sound could escape this sanctum to present time. Orikan nigh melted to think of the implications. It was a good thing pre-existing familiarity was involved, for he would've been too appalled to even consider it otherwise. (Scandalous! An outrage! The master of a sanctum, overcome by his guest.) He squirmed on Trazyn's lap, his moans stuttering; the archivist held him close, intent on pleasuring both mouths; his kisses were no longer confined to Orikan's nape, but turned him insistently so that he stole the Diviner's breath at every opportunity, the scent of incense and their mingled perfumes heavy about them. His fingertip circled the small nether lips, delved smoothly into the soaking warmth, stirred Orikan to gushing point.

Panting, the astromancer broke the kiss, a thin trail of saliva joining their lips. "Orikan the Diviner begs your pardon, Lord Trazyn, pray have some mercy upon him."

Trazyn laughed. "Now what's this! Begging so early, and not even on your knees."

Yet he was merciful. He did not truly need Orikan on his knees to still his touch, if not entirely withdraw; instead he folded his palm between the Diviner's legs, protective and possessive of his modesty, and allowed Orikan to claim his breath back. "Forgive me, dear one. You are very beautiful. It's true I find you hard to resist now, but really, I feel that way all the time."

"Nothing to forgive." Orikan found their present position inadequate, and turned more decisively to touch the lord's cheek. At this adjustment Trazyn's hand slipped from between his legs, and instead found its place upon Orikan's hips, his gold-stained fingers glistening in the light. "I find you beautiful, too."

Trazyn smiled more wryly at that, and with greater disbelief. "What, inner beauty?"

"Plenty outside to spare." Orikan said, and kissed him back.

The advantages of sitting on the floor was that they scarce had to move anything to lie down. Only the sitting-table, its significance as a boundary long lost; as the scholars fell upon each other they shoved the table away, bracelets and sleeves tangling as they made room for their bodies, pulling together the cushions beneath them for a soft surface. This was it, then, it was happening. The inside of Orikan's head was all a haze, his only thoughts being the Nihilakh lord underneath him, and the delights he'd subjected Orikan to only a fortnight before.

The last time they'd done this they'd been at Solemnace. Trazyn had taken him to his chambers, in the deepest, most secret parts of his palace, and for two days they'd not seen the sun or the stars or much of anything else. The Diviner did not think they had that long now - until the Nephrekh incense was burned, at best - but he was sworn to making the experience just as memorable. He shed his outer robes. As Trazyn was collecting himself, adjusting his own turquoise robes about his loins, Orikan stood and stepped closer to him. Never mind the void, or the gauss-brazier, or the various bright glitters of his room: he was blushing all the way down to his chest as he drew aside his shendyt, exposing the dewy slit that lay between his legs, and he cared none for if he were seen. "Kiss me, lord." He said.

Trazyn gazed up at him, hazy with longing. He regarded Orikan's swollen lips, then the ones presently closer, and sat up. One of his hands closed around Orikan's thigh, the other his waist, holding him steady for the ministrations to come.

"Nothing would please me more." He whispered, then leaned upwards in worship, his lips parting to taste the other's desire.

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(Note: Something else that became longer and longer as I wrote. This one is definitely being fleshed out as a full oneshot, oh yes 🤩

This Orikan is not the same one in Unravel, though the physical similarities have carried over. Following from Orikan's sanctum in TIATD, I was thinking of how cryptek sancta might work in general - how strange and reality-bending these spaces might be, given what crypteks are like, while also likely being an intensely private place for them. Being officially invited into such a space would be a great honour, if not a request for intimacy. I thought about that happening in the Flesh Times, how Orikan might invite Trazyn over with the stipulation to keep his sticky fingers to himself, before the lord lays claim to the most precious thing in that sanctum anyway. 🤣 They are already lovers here, experienced and at their kindliest. Not like their dynamic as necrons at all, admittedly, but I think that's part of the fun of writing necrontyr AUs.)

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #trazyn the infinite #orikan the diviner #necrons #necron #prompt fill #drabble #this was meant to be a drabbles challenge but all it's making me do are post snippets of fics that become longer and longer #what is happening to me 🙃 #edit: temporarily removed labels to see if this changes visibility. sigh

[goopyedgay]

Uh time to be cringe

sometimes it makes me feel very bad and the fact of being a gregstella shipper bothers me, imagine that what you love the most and makes you happy is also what hurts you the most, I'm not doing anything wrong and still the people get to be very annoying and cruel to me, I want to believe because I am the one who is actively creating content about them, so I guess it makes sense that I'm the one who takes the hits.

I'm someone who tries to take things calmly but sometimes I just explode over things as simple and stupid as these, I know I asked people to block me if my content bothers them, and I appreciate that they do, but there are also people that the only thing seeks is to annoy, even sending me messages that I should kms.

I couldn't care less about these things when I'm in a good mood but in these moments when I just feel bad and I can only say, I'm sorry? sorry for shipping two characters that have nothing problematic? I wish I had become obsessed with something else instead of this but I can't help it, I've been dealing with this shit since last year, but now that I've become more open it only makes things worse.

I can't even calmly interact with the hellpark fandom because I'm afraid they'll get mad at me and point out that I'm "proshipper" or "lesbiphobic", at this point I don't even want to draw HP Estella and Gregory together, I have to admit that I ship them and that was the reason why I started doing it gregstella content, but to avoid problems I created my own au or whatever. (and it ended up becoming a very ambitious project wow)

I'm not lesbiphobic, in fact, I really like ships wlw, and I have considered being a lesbian many times but i'm aro so meh, just because I like a "straight" ship doesn't negate everything else, it will sound like an excuse but I don't even consider Gregory to be a man (or at least the one from hellpark and my au) or a woman, I consider him as... Gregory just being Gregory? I don't really give much importance to this hc thing because at the end of the day my favorite characters are my favorite characters for other reasons and not just for that, and I found myself unfortunate that my two favorite characters are two that you can't ship because it's "wrong". I know there are some gregstella shippers who have said or done unpleasant things, but there will always be weird people, and that doesn't mean we should pigeonhole us all into that.

It's sad that I have to say something as stupid as this to me. But I needed to get this off my chest because I'm really getting tired of this kind of stuff, I'll probably delete this later or maybe keep it here so people are clear about where I stand and stop saying or misinforming what I do or say, like e.g. I draw nsfw (something I have never done publicly and I haven't drawn this type of explicit things for years since I was grommed lol, and if I did in the future that is something that does not concern you, much less if you are minors)

Anyway, thank you very much to the people who support me and like my art, you really motivate me to continue being open with what I like and continue bringing content for the community of this beautiful ship, or even if you don't like the ship and you only like my artstyle, it is also appreciated ♥️

This is more vent than a clarification, but hey, take it as you want, love y'all!

[broomsticks]

help needed??? i've been in fandom for 5 years and i still haven't proper *proper* read a femslash fic???? i'm not counting side relationships and established relationships. shame on me, i know, but i'm here requesting for a guide because i thought i could start anywhere, and then realised i didn't know what i wanted - or who i wanted to watch fall in love. which is.... sort of absurd, like i'm a multishipper, and i have female faves too. anyway! would you be so kind as to rec your fav recs, fics, or metas, or fav ships so i could jump aboard one?

many thanks in advance 🤗

ykw i actually think i get what you mean anon. especially in HP fandom, where so many of the main characters are male and so many of the important relationships are het or between two male characters, you do have to make a special effort, go out of your way almost, to consider female characters. and then in that light femslash seems almost - contrived? forced? and not only is that not fun for a lot of people, there’s also the side of ‘am i just rehashing amatonormativity again???!’ you just can’t win, etc

all of which is to say, if you (more so anyone else reading this) don’t feel particularly drawn to femslash, especially in the HP fandom, that’s okay! maybe think about trying out more original media that centers female characters and relationships between them—i’ve recently loved both a league of their own (1940s american girls professional baseball league! so much canon wlw) and house of the dragon (dyke drama with dragons! canon is only het though) for this—but, meh, your fannish brain wants what it wants. ❤️

THAT was a really long way of saying: that’s why i think probably the first fic that really unlocked my femslash brain was this 200k longfic by @hawksquill, Luna Lovegood and the Forgotten Circle. it’s tagged luna/ginny but is really more of a luna centric AU, set parallel to the canon timeline. several canon events happen ‘in the background,’ like the chamber being opened in COS and sirius escaping pre POA, but luna is the main character, with a prophecy centered around her, and the story basically completely diverges from canon by the mid Hogwarts years. the main cast is almost all female characters: luna, her mother, ginny, mrs figg, mcgonagall, gwenog jones - everyone from bellatrix to lavender! really opened my eyes to the potential stories that could be told with the little scraps and tidbits of characterization given to these female characters.

have a little excerpt from chapter 17 that i still think about way too often:

“If you could have magic, like with a snap of your fingers, would you do it?” “You know, I’ve wondered about that for a long time. There will always be a part of me, a large part, that thinks I should say yes in an instant. But there are a lot of scammers trying to prey on us Squibs, and we have to be careful. And we ought to remember that fairy tales teach us to be careful what we wish for, particularly when we are offered something that seems too good to be true,” Mrs. Figg reflected as she added the valerian root and passed some to Luna. “So I suppose that if I were to get magic after all this time, I should want to work for it, so I could truly appreciate it, and be sure it was real. Which is why I keep pottering on at the Circle, and why you all think I’m such a fool.” “I don’t think you’re a fool,” Luna said quickly, but the lie tasted bitter on her tongue, and she was sure Mrs. Figg could sense it too.

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(theres like a million and one things under the read more)

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a couple of shorter femslash recs that hew slightly closer to canon: 

Two Quaffles Pub by @thistlecatfics: postwar, cho and ginny meet at a bar and get to talking about what they have in common. harry. quidditch. michael corner. definitely not war trauma and definitely not unhealthy coping mechanisms!

tags: sometimes you get drunk and trauma dump on your ex's ex at the gay bar, and then make out in the bathroom. messy trauma recovery, Getting Together, not the healthiest of relationships but c'est la vie

“The war impacted me too. Just because I don’t spill my war stories to random girls in bars, doesn’t mean I don’t also have my shit.”  “Tell me, then,” Ginny dared. She leaned across the table, staring at Cho. “I told you about Tom, the man in my body when I was eleven. What have you got?”  Cho knew she shouldn't let this hot woman - no - hot mess of a woman bait her. Not when she was already feeling the alcohol. Not on a date. Well, this wasn’t a date, whatever she had implied earlier. She was not on a date with Harry’s Quidditch star ex who, apparently, had more trauma than anyone knew and a bit of a drinking problem to match.

hermione/ginny: it’s practically canon. they share so much gossip, they share a tent in GOF. here's a sweet untitled vignette series, Ginny is all warmth and strength and movement.

i’m not normally overly one for friends-to-lovers, but i really enjoyed these postwar parvender + werewolf lavender brown fics. again more established relationship than falling in love, but it’s not implausible to imagine given canon basis and there’s plenty more relationship development story to tell! 

beautiful enough for the both of us by dirgewithoutmusic

like the careful undressing of love by comosum

Where Roses Bloom by monetstcroix

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some marauders era: first thing that came to mind was alice/narcissa, actually! pre first war canon compliant is a fun space to play around in, because it’s circumscribed to an extent — you know you’re writing a doomed angsty romance, you know you’re reading a doomed angsty romance, you know where this story is headed but until then, until then, there is room to put your own stamp on things, your own interpretation of “how it might have gone”

Alice, Look at Me by Rollercoasterwords is probably the definitive marauderstok fic for the ship;

Devil's Snare by endocrine was written in 2015 and has several similar story beats/HCs!

Flying Lessons by Phantomato is a postwar andromeda/rolanda hooch i raved about recently that does a great job of pulling from canon and delving into some aspects of postwar trauma not often explored.

some other i never really thought about these!! ships i’m personally very fond of/ very intrigued by: 

myrtle x mcgonagall: their student years at hogwarts overlapped! katie x cho, they were yearmates and both quidditch girls!  

the (cho/)fleur/angelina/tonks “older than golden trio” girls. cho/fleur (delachang) and flonks are the biggest ships (and i have a couple more flonks recs later), but any of these dynamics would be fascinating, imo.

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there is a limited amount of room to play around if you aren’t open to softening the lightning gen slytherins (in the way a lot of drarry fandom does, queer lightning gen cuddle puddle) (which i do get, i personally have to be in a specific mood for it) - but if you are, there’s a ton more fic! on the longer end too, because the character journeys are typically longer.

i say that and here's a <3k sporty feels cho/pansy, HOT AS FUCK 

absolutely impeccable pansy/ginny double drabble by @nanneramma

delightful post war luna/pansy day at the beach 

if the slytherin x gryffindor dynamic does grab you and you’re okay with that level of ‘canon what canon?’ - there are a number of longer ginny/pansy, pansy/hermione, millicent/hermione, etc. that are as well crafted, plotted, worldbuilt, etc, as any drarry fic of that length - i’m particularly thinking of the largely 25-50k range written for WLWBB! 

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some of hp femslash’s best kept secrets, imo: the incredible inventiveness of some of the rarepair fic - particularly those written around maybe the early-mid 2010s, though there are some in every year. examples: 

Independent Love Song by Writcraft: Millicent Bulstrode is a tailor and Ginny is losing her mind over a woman in a tweed blazer and burgundy brogues.

A swagger, a twinkle, and a fine arse on a broom by Woldy: Tonks lets her eyes linger on Hooch's spiky grey hair, her shining leather boots, and thinks If that woman's straight, then I'm a monkey's uncle.

Stylemagic by Woldy (luna/tonks): Who would have thought that Charing Cross Road was style central?

City Life by holyfant (tonks/ginny): They travel, find each other and themselves.

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& since you mentioned meta, i have to shout out holyfant's essay for @femslashrevolution: Towards A Darker Femslash

I wanted to continue to write smaller pairings and explore female characters, too. And I did, but the point remains that when I look at my story stats now, it’s clear that my f/f stories are shorter in word count and are less varied in their plot and execution than my m/m stories. All this to show that I am 100% part of what I am about to describe: not a problem, per se, but an observation that I think is useful to be aware of and think about. The fact is that femslash, across fandoms, remains a niche category, and that while there are great amounts of people who read and write almost exclusively m/m this is barely ever the case for f/f.

i also really liked this other one On the personal as normal; on the normal as political:

I think one thing that stands out, from a majority of my interactions on this issue through the years, is the perception that the act of writing relationships among women is inherently political, in a way that the act of writing about relationships among men is not. The $64,000 question: do I agree with this? Are electrons particles, or waves?

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going to close this off with one of my self indulgently favorite femslash, both ship and writer: i am in love with the way montparnasse writes second war fleur/tonks and how reminiscent it is of first war wolfstar, the tension of attraction set against the tension of the war. vibe quote included, because either you like her style or it’s not your taste - but if you do, there’s nothing quite like it!!

Six Penny, Seven Stone: Timing is everything. Tonks's was always just a little bit off-kilter.

Fleur accompanied her to exclusive pureblood parties that summer, posing as a personal assistant or dear live-in friend to Tonks’s erectile dysfunction potion heiress while they listened to one of the Yaxleys moan about the dilution of sanctified old blood and got handsy over hors d’oeuvres. Still Fleur seemed disappointingly unaffected by her spectacular breasts in a vicious push-up bra or the Dietrich-esque raised eyebrow/lit cigarette combo: she made advances and spurned Tonks’s and eventually after reporting to the Powers That Be after nights out ruffling robes in enemy territory they ended up at a neon-sleazy diner or got takeout and ate it at one of their flats—Tonks in Southwark, Fleur in Camden—until they fell asleep at opposite ends of the couch after sharing a joint or chamomile tea and watching X-Files and EastEnders reruns. In theory, they kept to their own sides as well as they could, but in practice, their limbs did often wander.

Obscure Topography: Sometimes, Tonks realizes, coming at each other from awkward angles makes you stick, elbows and all.

Sometimes, when she’s either very drunk or feeling particularly soppy, she feels like she can slow time itself down to a sluggish, tipsy trickle, where nothing else matters but her own beating heart and the turn of the world, or—here, now—Fleur’s skin and hips beneath her skin and hips, moving to a rhythm of their own, no time like what your body keeps in its hollows and curves. The brush of a thigh takes hours; the glide of fingers riding over ribs, and she loses track of the day. War and worry and shattered nerves are nothing next to this, meaningless without the strange, humorous patchwork of two hearts beating out of tune, where the radius of the whole world condenses down to the bed and they’re the only women alive in London for a while.

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OKAY NO VERY LAST ONE

@consistentsquash's:

#hp femslash #hp fics #my fic recs #answering this instead of working on my flonks ship manifesto hahaha #ty for the ask!!! #going to work on that ship manifesto now i swear it is almost done

[ferretwhomst]

time to talk about my shitty self indulgent toh raeda + aladarius centric vampire au!!!!!!!!!!!! this mostly started as a shitposty thing that i thought up while listening to a few songs (namely these three) but guess what i came up with lore. it's a thing now.

(by the way this post started as an explanation but ended up with me writing a whole story so uh. watch out for that. everything's under the keep reading!)

everything is mostly the same except it takes place WAY before luz's arrival and also a. alador separated from odalia way earlier in this (still technically married?) and b. lilith defected from the emperor's coven earlier, mostly because ... i felt like it.

basically, darius and raine both are well known figures in their respective covens, but one day they both just... mysteriously vanish. eda hears the news and despite not talking to either of them in years, she can't deny that she's worried about them. eda contacts alador (who she also hasn't talked to in years) and asks him to help figure out what the fuck happened to both of them. he agrees.

eventually they come to the conclusion that the two of them were ambushed by vampires. everything they've found seems to add up but they don't have much concrete evidence. nor do they know for sure what happened to raine and darius- for all they know, those two are dead. so alador and eda do what any normal people would do in this situation: go out at night looking for raine and darius.

at this point eda contacts lilith for help, because she knows lilith has a decent amount of knowledge about vampirekind. she's right, but unlike eda and alador, she's unwilling to go out at night to look for raine and darius- she's worried about safety. vampires are notorious for their aggression when they're craving blood, after all. she would much rather stay indoors and research. plus, someone's gotta stay back with a backup plan just in case something does go wrong.

eda and alador are fine with this, and they go out every other night exploring the boiling isles, looking for raine and darius. for awhile, they don't find a single trace of the two. they stop going out as often.

one day eda convinces alador to come with her to the knee. they've been here before several times while looking for darius and raine, but eda swears she saw someone moving in the shadows when she'd been there during the day. alador isn't very optimistic about this- in fact at this point he's totally convinced that darius and raine are dead, but he goes along with eda, if only to entertain her.

he's fully zoning out as she drags him along, almost on the verge of falling asleep then and there... until she suddenly yanks him down behind a bush, punches him in the arm with a little too much force, and silently yet vigorously points in the direction of two cloaked figures before them.

...and THAT is where the whole thing Really kicks off. eda and alador start going out more regularly at night for a chance to see darius and raine. they realize that they may or may not have a thing for vampires (as one often does). lilith is clueless to this development and continues to warn them about the Dangers of Pursuing Vampires not knowing they intend on pursuing those vampires Romantically. etc etc

here are some doodles of The Guys. the designs aren't final at all but i will make more art of them soon and figure it out <3 (and also of lilith!!! i haven't drawn her much and i haven't come up with a proper design for her either but eventually i'll get there ASDCSKLD)

edit: HELLO!!! if you're interested in this au you should check out my askblog @owlsandbats :-)

#i hope you as the reader are imagining yourself sitting by a campfire with me as i dramatically enact this story to you #toh #the owl house #alador blight #darius deamonne #aladarius #the blight deamonnes #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #raeda #lilith clawthorne #lilith toh #ferret rambles #tvh au #<- my tag for this funny little thing #i am obsessed with making raine look like a Creature. idk why

[thr-333]

i really love your leo junior au and i saw the angsty mini comic where splinters ghost(???) was tormenting future leo and had a fun angst idea i wanted to share. so, Fleo kidnapdopted little leo under the premise that if he wasnt there the krang wouldnt be there either right? but then the krang apocalypse still happens (gonna leave how bad it is this time up to everyones imagination) so taking leo away from his brothers, robbing him of a family and happy memories before they could even begin, it was all for nothing

Thank you! For the comic he's sort of Splinters ghost, not really since splinters not dead(at least not on the outside). More like Leo's guilt hallucination.

I haven't worked out if I want the Krang to come back or focus on Shredder as the main villain because he has more themes focused on family and the Hamato clan. Either way I have a snippet for retrieving the key whether the Krang come back or not:

Leo stormed into the house pushing the curtain aside. The world was narrow around him plans both new and old flicking through his head rapid fire. Failures and successes. Successes turning to ash getting colored as failures. round and round. The phrase history repeats itself had always been hollow until now.

He didn't know if Junior was following behind him. He usually was, ever since he was a boy and started copying Leo's every move. That was a mistake he should have been more careful. Told Junior not to follow in his footsteps. That was supposed to be the point.

he turned on a dime slamming his hands on the table. The whole thing shook the paper lantern they had kept there ever since Junior was a boy fell over rolling off the side.

Junior stood just inside the doorway. Worn curtain in place of a door brushing against him. His shoulders were unhunched, hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. Blood on his face from the fight.

"How could you be so reckless," Leo hissed, knowing full well how. Arrogance, insecurity, a desperate need to prove yourself. A debilitating fear of responsibility, "What were you thinking?"

Junior shifted on his feet. Raised his head so the hood no longer shrouded his face. There was defiance in his eyes. He opened his mouth.

"Don't answer that, I know you weren't, You were being arrogant, and foolhardy, you made this about proving yourself, you didn't care about anything or anyone else!" Because what did the fate of the world matter in the face of seeking others approval? What consequences were there beyond your own ego? Leo slumped into his seat at the table resting his head in his hand, "I thought I raised you better than that,"

He was meant to. Was supposed to let him grow up with all the skills and support he needed so this never happened again. In the end he wasn't good enough. This was just another thing on the long list of Leo's failures.

He knew the risks he knew the consequences of this failing. Junior didn't, just like he hadn't. If he had told him what was at stake, what they would loose Junior would have taken it seriously. He was so much better than Leo in that, in most things. Only Leo could take that brilliant spark and make everything go up in hell fire.

Something banged on the table. Leo conjured the effort to look up. There sitting on the table still vibrating from the impact Junior had the key. Tight knuckled grip against the carvings just the same as Leo remembered them. Just the same as he had drawn them a thousand times.

"I saw the drawings you know," Junior said quietly hand retreating from the key. Leo finally looked up his arm at his son. teeth gritted eyes shrouded, "Been looking at them for as long as I was old enough to lift that trunk,"

He nodded over at the worn trunk Leo usually kept his clothes, red markings flashing in the light. At the moment papers were strewn around it from where Leo had given a quick rundown of what they were after.

Over a decade for him to prepare this mission. Years before it spent stewing mulling over what if's. And he gave his son five minutes to prepare before sending him into a warzone.

"I took them down," Juniors voice hitched, Leo's attention snapped back to him. Back to the trembling line of his shoulders, "Down to the markets, it seemed important to you, so I..."

Juniors breath hitched his shoulders jerking with it. Leo made to get up. Junior turned his head away making him freeze. A memory came up unbidden, of Junior as a tot. How anytime someone sounded mildly upset at him he would sob uncontrollably until Leo came to comfort him. When was the last time he had to do that?

When was the last time Leo was disappointed in him?

"I wanted to..." Junior couldn't finish the sentence. he was hunched over himself. Faced turned away with a hand over his mouth to muffle everything.

Leo was still half way out of his seat, halfway to his son. That wasn't good enough. He got up reaching out ready to pull him close. To apologies to beg for forgiveness.

Junior stepped away from him.

"Anyway now that I see it the one I had was a little bit off," Junior turned to him wiping away tears. Speaking through his short breaths in a rush, "The whole thing is a bit skinner and taller, the carvings are shallower too,"

"Junior," Leo tried to reach out again, this time his son stepped back towards the door.

"Any-anyway you should probably hide or destroy whatever that is," Junior shrugged, inserting false cheer that colored his tone a somber shade, "I'll guard the perimeter,"

"Junior-"

"It's fine Dad, I can handle it, promise," Junior went to step through the door hesitating at the curtain for a moment. Whispering quietly, shakily, "I'll make this up to you,"

The words froze Leo to his core. He couldn't even summon a word of defiance until the curtains were fluttering closed again. His knees gave out from under him. Leo didn't try to save himself from crumpling to the floor. Forehead pressed against the cool stone.

It was then that he remembered the promise he had made to Junior. Shortly after ripping him away from his family. Dooming him to a life without the one happiness it afforded Leo.

"I'll make this up to you,"

Except he didn't think he could anymore.

#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise #rottmnt #future leo #future leo au #seperated au #f!leo #leo junior au

[fennecthunderfox]

Figured I should probably life update.

It's been a looooong time since I've posted here. Various factors got in the way of art in general and I figure I need to at least post a text update if nothing else.

Where have you been?

I have been mostly gaming in my free time and lurking on the internet. I didn't realize it, but I guess social media had been chipping away at my mental health without me realizing it. Namely Twitter (it's gonna stay twitter forever to me, I don't care what it's actually called now). I wanna try to get active on tumblr again, but they changed the layout in such a visually suffocating way, I can't do that site right now either.

So I just lurk.

What about your art?

Art has been hard. As I've complained about a lot in the past, I have a full time job and this job has had me on mandatory overtime for 3 years at this point. I also have chronic pain episodes that- while they have improved- still occur on occasion.

So you haven't drawn at all?

I've drawn very little UNDERTALE/DELTARUNE art recently, but I actually HAVE drawn some Zelda-centric art. I just haven't shown it because it's extremely self-indulgent and I am aware that the one canon character I draw the most is one people tend to hate. (Revali. It's Revali. He's a jerk, but I love him and I love inventing Rito characters that both admire and acknowledge his skill- but also knock him down a peg.)

The future of your Undertale/Deltarune comics?!

There should still be a future, yeah. Problem is, it's been so long since the beginning of the comic, I've kinda... gotta figure out what the heck the story even is anymore. Cause I don't really like WD Gaster being a villain? And that's sorta how we framed him to be in the comic, but I don't like that anymore.

"Fenn, Gaster made Ralsei disappear. Or SOMETHING, we still don't know what happened to Ralsei."

Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I've said from the beginning that Ralsei isn't dead, and that's still true. Also if I do change Gaster's motives, the Flowey/Ralsei thing (Flowsei?) will remain the same. So basically what I'm saying is Gaster was framed kinda like a villain in the comic, but he may shift to just a very, VERY morally grey guy, and you'll understand WHY in time.

Aaaaaaaand Vesseltale?

Vesseltale's a weird one cause it's the secondary plot comic and it's still stuck on-hold in the best possible place to be on hold. I might have to write that comic to a point where the biggest twist of the AU is revealed and then just be like: "Okay, here's some bullet points about this AU cause I don't actually think I can make this a full comic."

And then have like... highlight comic series where I just draw out major scenes. Like how Frisk interacts with the altered versions of the characters in this time.

Final thoughts?

I wish I had more time to do art. I really do. It's just difficult to set time aside to do it because of work. It's easier to pick up the Switch to decompress while listening to Let's Plays on Youtube at the moment.

Once the Holidays pass, I think I'm gonna try to carve out time on the weekends specifically for doing art. I'd love to finish Defnodel Chapter 3 before Deltarune Chapters 3 and 4 release.

Also be prepared, I might start posting Rito fanart on DA because I love the Rito. You have no idea how many headcanons I've created for these dumb birds. I love them so much.

#Fenn Speaks

[ruelin024]

*apppears in your askbox like the absolute gremlin i am* mmm a few questions heuehhuehehue fav sans? fav ship (if oyu have one, that includes self insert)? and will you ever do ditys and if so, how long do you think?

😖You've been in my inbox for 5+ days, since for some reason, as simple as the questions are, I couldn't seem to pinpoint my favorites.

Like if you asked me my favorite anime, book, etc. My head goes whoosh then my damn brain turns into a smooth mofo.

Sorry if the reply is too long, I dunno if I went off topic, I probably did?

I love a lot of things… Yes. I would make a list… but then I wouldn’t stop. If I had to settle for one Sans, it’d be OG Classic. The Origin, The Legend, The #1 Tumblr Sexyman, Sans the Skeleton. The other top fav Sans at the top of my list would be Fell, Horror, Lust, and Nightmare, and it goes on.

But to tell yah the truth I am more of a Papyrus Simp, I realize this sometimes whenever I come across any type of OG or AU Papyrus art. It’s a hard choice. My mind and body goes to Sans, but in a way my affection is with both, but mostly Papyrus. I don't know if that makes sense, it feels like two-timing. I should draw more of Papyrus, even out the simping scales. \(￣︶￣*\)

I just love drawings Sans a lot tbh. q(≧▽≦q)

In terms of ships? (I heard the topic of shipping can be complicated or an issue) ... So. Hmm. from what I've self-evaluated to myself. I don't really have a favorite... :D I think? Cause most of the time I choose to neither like nor dislike because love and hate are too strong of an emotion for me to deal with. Disliking things makes me feel tired and I can only handle so much fangirling/boying before my feral emotional levels exceed my capacity to remain conscious. With the amount of words I’ve said so far, I am proving I am a walking contradiction.

Anyway, I'm a welcome all-type of person, I'm neutral as long as no harm is being done. Meaning I am the type to also dabble in a ton of things. (゜-゜) (´◑ω◐`)

(Either I am what I say I am🤔, or I just haven't known/met the wrong people enough in my life to feel the need/want to make a whole DNI list 😅.)

The first ship I drew was y/n x sans au and I have drawn Error and Blue together for a cute ditys. I've been meaning to attempt drawing more ships, but not at the moment.

One insert ship I'm into at this time, that I can recall at the top of my head is an artist called @/mothiepixie (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) 😆💖

Also! I actually made it to 100 followers last month! I wanted to make a dtiys on such an occasion, but someone did a wrist twist move on me and now I can't exert my fingers or wrist that much, so I'm doing doodles or working on past WIP I've already started on ever so slowly.

I haven't gotten the chance to figure out what I’d draw exactly for a dtiys. If I were to make one now, it’d be at least 2-4 months to maybe a whole year in duration, depends.

Would I make prizes? I'd probably give everyone who participated a simple drawn prize for my first DTIYS (maybe☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)), then for the next DTIYSs I would do top 3 or 4-5 five winners. 

Welp, tis my answer you absolute gremlin, handing me the most complicated question which I indeed sure overcomplicated and being in the back of my head for the past few days. 🤣👌💕 Thank you! 😂

#answered #thank you for the ask! #i talk too much #sorry for the late reply #hopefully you've got yer answers :D #hopefully this makes sense

[twotangledsisters]

I haven't gotten to read your Tangled Sisters AU yet, but I really love the idea! Honestly the only thing I like about Cassandra being Gothel's daughter is the AU potential of if she was raised in the tower with Rapunzel, so it's really neat to see somebody fully tap into that potential in such a committed way!

Oh, I kinda agree, but not fully!

Obviously, I agree that the AU potential of them being raised together in the tower is just amazing! I love AUs, I love exploring how characters change and how that causes a domino effect of changes!

But I do think there was more potential to the Gothel-daughter dynamic than people realise... Just obviously not in the way it was done.

The way it was done was very weird because Cass didn't need to be Gothel's daughter to become a villain. We had a reason! She was sick of warning of dangers, being ignored and then in the Great Tree being the one injured due to those decisions. She wanted to be heard. That was a way more compelling reason to betray the gang than finding out about your mother xD

Buuuuut... we do see Gothel as Zhan Tiri's disciple. And we see Zhan Tiri use Cassandra as a means to an end. Those two things could have been connected so easily! Gothel having a child not to love it but to fulfill a purpose later on in life is very in line with that woman. Zhan Tiri having this really long and convoluted plan, sure!

But the heartbreak that would come with being created for a purpose you aren't on board with. That feeling of lack of autonomy when you realise you are nothing more than a tool, that you've always been a tool. Especially for a character like Cassandra whose literal first introduction revolved around the idea of 'you should be able to do what you want'.

I would probably have to do an entire separate very long post if I truly wanted to talk about how this could have been done cause this isn't just changes to season 3, but hopefully you get the gist.

Other smaller bits of potential are if Cass were perhaps actually drawn to the moonstone because of how much sundrop magic her mother had consumed over the years...

Let Eugene and Cass revisit their chat from Eugene vs Cassandra later in S2 and reveal Cassandra really cares about who she is and where she comes from so that the reveal is a bit more impactful? Like, it isn't just random, but an answer to a question!

Like... There definitely was potential... But in the context of season 3 I really have no clue why they did it xD

Anyway, sorry for that ramble! I've been thinking a lot about missed potential lately...

Thank you for the ask :D

#ask asnwered #tangled the series

[pxppet]

Iris AU - Part 2

(Part 1)

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Two IRIS employees sit in a rather bland looking home, talking with the owner over gone cold coffee.

"Why would you ask me to do this?"

"You're a perfect lure for him."

The homeowner sits back in his chair away from them, folding his fingers into each other. "You are joking."

"No, we wouln't joke over a matter as serious as getting him back under containment."

The man shakes a finger at them, angry and disbelieving that this is real. "No. No, no, no. You promised me I would never have to get near that thing again. When you let me go you said I would never have to be involved!"

"Please calm down, Mr. Schneeplestein," calls the more tired and haggard looking of the two. "The ALTRs containment wasn't expected to ever be broken, and this is a dire situation."

"Dire? Why should I care if it kills other people, all I care about is never seeing it again."

"Henrik," the second one in a lab coat attempts in a way too friendly way. "I know that those months were traumatic for y-"

"Understated, like any good IRIS poppet would."

"Mr. Schneeplestein if you don't do this, he may come for you anyway. At least this way you'll be guarded and have a high likelihood of us recapturing him to further keep you safe."

Henrik balks at them, trying not to look as furious as he is. He pinches his forehead over and over, feeling a headache start in the same place it always does, the heavy scar along the back of his skull. "You're insane. The whole company."

"Sir, you're needed for something bigger than yourself. Isn't that what doctors do?"

"I haven't been a doctor in years."

"If we can't convince you, we will use force. Too many lives are at risk, and too many have already been taken. We have no way of knowing he won't come for you. ALTR 114209 is obsessive when it comes to the people he chooses to 'serve' his purposes. All we're doing is ensuring you don't have to go through anything like that again."

"Try drinking shitwater out of a moldy pipe while that thing laughs at you, and after you know what it's like do this your goddamn self."

The employees glance at each other, and the tired guard stands up.

"We don't want to use force. Last chance." The mans hand is gripped on the taser in his belt.

Henrik feels his heart in his throat at the thought of ever being electrocuted again. The floor lights up and a blaze of agony stabs into him. But no, he's at home in his apartment. He just wants them gone. Don't look at me, he pleads in his head.

"Fine," he tries to sound drawn and cocked like a bow, but even he hears how badly his voice cracks. "I will help. But you have to keep that thing away from me as much as possible. I am not running blind into forests or slathering myself in butter. That thing and I have as little contact as you can manage."

The guard stands down. "Your help is appreciated, doctor. The van is waiting out front, we can fully explain the plan as we go."

Henrik sighs, drinks the remains of his freezing coffee, and stands to follow them out. Goodbye nice apartment, goodbye rebuilt life. The goons have plans for you.

-

Chase feels tired. Even still holding Anti's hand, which usually seems to make that go away. Even with shoes, they've been walking for nearly 6 hours across the English countryside. His body hurts. He's thirsty. But he can't seem to open his mouth to complain.

"We're getting closer," Anti says, as though reading his mind. "Even you'll be able to feel him soon."

Feel him? Chase feels a pang of fear at not knowing what that will mean. He doesn't have to wonder long.

He feels the smell of an antique store slap him across the face as they pass into a clearing, and he suddenly notices that an entire portion of the sky is… grey. Not with clouds, the usual blue has just been completely washed out to nothing. He stares up at it as Anti pulls him along, and for a brief moment he stumbles over his feet as his mind tries to stop him from going any closer. Anti doesn't even seem to notice, his entire face has contorted with excitement and he's nearly pulling them into a sprint.

Anti stops, across the clearing and against the next line of trees. "He doesn't like people he doesn't know. Wait here, Chase."

Chase feels his feet freeze in place, his entire body stiffening into an upright position. Wait, as a physical command on him. He feels foggy as Anti walks away, images and sounds flashing in his mind. Things he's seen before and things he never has. His wife's face, his old guitar, a childhood television show, a bowtie, Anti's face when they met- It cycles through his fluttering eyes so quickly that he can't tell what's real. He starts panting slightly. Where did Anti go? He feels his hands begin to shake.

His breathing has progressed to hyperventilating, when suddenly Anti's hand is in his again. Everything clears instantly and his eyes refoucus onto Anti, grinning, his eyes glowing even brighter than usual in their pits.

"Chase, this is my friend. Say hello."

Chase looks behind him, and whatever he was expecting, well, it's not that.

A polite-looking younger man bounces on his toes, half behind a tree. Like a child hiding. The only odd thing about him is just how pale white his skin is, and just how deeply black his hair and irises are.

"Hi?"

The man doesn't really do anything. No words come out, no gestures. He looks almost timid and tiny behind the tree. Chase swallows down his nerves.

"Uh, I'm- I'm Chase. What's your name?"

The man still doesn't do anything, his face nearly cartoonishly afraid. Chase looks at Anti in confusion.

"Oh, right, 'course. He's like a lot of creatures, doesn't really respond at first unless you use his own language."

"I don't speak anything but English and a highschool course level German, man."

Anti scoffs. "When did your kind get like that?!"

"Most people only speak one or two, I don't know what you want from me!"

Anti chuffs at him, like an annoyed dog. He turns back to look at his friend, and then looks at Chase. "Just copy my hands, okay?"

Chase watches his hands make a variety of shapes, tapping and touching each other. He figures it's sign language of some kind, but it's hard to follow it. He attempts to though, looking at the man with a slightly forced smile.

"You just told him your name, watch him now."

The man steps out from the tree, arms to the side as though he's trying to emphasise how lightly and carefully he moves. He siddles right up to Chase, and his hands slowly come upward. Chase doesn't have time to think before the man grabs both of his cheeks and squishes them. Chase accidentally blows a raspberry from the sudden force, and the man grins widely at him, shaking in his shoulders but making no noise.

"He likes you," Anti assures when Chase gives him a hurried glance. Chase blinks, confused but not entirely scared anymore. Anti's friend seems harmless. Just a... odd, overly formally dressed guy who doesn't speak. Ok, he can work with that.

Anti begins moving his hands again excitedly, and Chase watches them converse, slightly in awe. Not that sign language is unusual, it's just seeing these two almost-but-not-quite-humans use it that sets off his 'weird' radar.

Chase resigns to let them talk, and begins to sit down to rest. A branch crackles under him as he does, and Anti's friend stiffens in place as a massive wave of something bursts out of him. Chase tries to stand up and apologize but he... can't move. Can't do anything. Even Anti is frozen with a half smile and eyes halfway to looking at Chase. His blood feels strange. He doesn't think he's ever felt his blood, but it's like it's... heavy, all of a sudden.

The friend is still moving, rubbing a fist on his chest with wide eyes. The wave recedes back inside the man, and Chase gasps in a breath, not having realised he wasn't breathing. The rush of oxygen makes him light-headed and he falls the rest of the way onto his ass.

Anti is laughing, and grabs his friend and puts him in a headlock, rubbing his hair into a mess. "Asshole, I haven't seen you in 150 years and that's how you treat me?"

The smaller man is being smothered, and despite what just happened Chase finds himself worried Anti is actually hurting him. Not that he would risk getting between that.

Instead the man breaks free, shaking in that same way, shoulders heaving. Chase realises he's laughing, the open mouth clicking the pieces into place. A totally soundless laugh. A totally soundless... everything. Even his footsteps don't make much noise at all in the leaves as he tussles back and forth with Anti.

"Alright, enough!" Anti shoves at him and he dips respectfully in a small bow as he's thrown back. "We needed you to keep safe, but now I need a place for my human to sleep. Anything you can think of?"

The man taps his chin and foot in thought, face screwed up. He signals a lightbulb going off with his finger, and begins signing to Anti again.

Chase just tries to catch his breath on the ground before he'll have to walk again.

They seem to make up their mind, and Anti walks over to him, holding out his hand. "JJ has a place in mind for us. Let's go, Chase."

Wordlessly Chase feels his exhausted body follow Anti's instructions as their trek through the forest begins again, now with a third companion.

#iris au #jacksepticeye iris #henrik von schneeplestein #chase brody #antisepticeye #jameson jackson #writersofjack #writers of jack #jacksepticeye fanfic #jse egos

[llitchilitchi]

since you’ve put the big pause on monarchy restoration, do you still have plans to continue vampire menace? and if not what direction were you heading to take it in?

honestly? not really

I was excited earlier this year to bring it back for the spooky month but as you can see, halloween is just around the corner and I haven't drawn anything. my interests have shifted elsewhere so except for a rare post here or there I doubt any of my AUs will be making a big return unless something happens

vampire menace was supposed to be a one-off halloween au last year but I continued it mostly because people were interested to see where the bloodlust episode would go. bloodlust in itself was going to have a few follow up comics, the next one being Dream coming home and hugging it out with Sapnap. then there would be a comic (or a couple) showing how the episode affected the three. maybe even Sapnap reaching out to some other vampires to figure himself out

I also wanted to introduce more characters into the AU but uhhh there's a couple people that I'd much rather just ignore even exist at this point. the two that I was still looking forward to though were Skephalo with BBH as an ancient vampire that snf know and have been friends with through their entire existence, though with Skeppy I kept going back and forth on whether I should make him human or vampire. the other couple I was excited to introduce were Velvetfrost with vampire Velvet and his human boyfriend Ant, and they were disgustingly in love.

it would be mostly little sketches, simple slice of life comics. I didn't really have much more drama in mind for the AU besides bloodlust if that's what you meant

#asks #vampire menace au #I have a couple notes in the margins of my sketchbooks about what I wanted to draw for that #tons of little stupid things but never any plot #like the three of them going halloween shopping #Ive felt a little more excited about dsmp and mcyt in general as of late tho #especially the recent lore talks on dash and getting to answer asks abt aus #I might do more but Id really like to try and branch out. maybe do original art

[carrie-tate]

Top 22 of 2022 End of the Year Game Tag

Well, as I understand it, I, too, have been drawn into this tag game. At least I was to mention @otomiya-tickles and @happyandticklish, thanks for that, in any case, I'm glad to join)

Part 1: Fandom Faves

1. Favorite new fandoms of the year You know, there are no exclusively new fandoms this year. Rather, my love for a couple of old fandoms caught fire in a new way. Like Mob Psycho 100 or Psychonauts. Oh! Milo Murphy's Law, Kaitou Joker, Inside Job, Super 4 (this two actually new…) and Percy Jackson too btw! Balan Wonderworld is deserves a mention too Okay, okay, that's all, otherwise I'll just go into the enumeration of ALL fandoms in general, because I don't know how to choose my favorite

2. Favorite new ships since this year If I lower my impudent ships with s/i, then I will say: Milo/Amanda (Milo Murphy's Law), Annabeth/Percy (Percy Jackson) Well, obviously Terumob and Shoritsu (Mob Psycho 100), haha

3. Favorite anime/TV show of the year Oh I also started watching Supernatural this year and I should keep watching (while I'm stuck on the first episodes of season 4), I definitely like this show Speaking of anime - Mob Psycho 100 and Kaitou Joker, I haven't really watched anything else huh

4. Favorite movie of the year Complicated question, yet I watch a lot of things, but at the same time I remember a little… Only Klaus (2019) and Rise of the Guardians come to mind, which I'm going to review closer to the holidays

5. Favorite character of the year Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100), Rasputin Aquato (Psychonauts), Mini-Mini-King (Kaitou Joker), Stoll Brothers (Percy Jackson), Brett Hand (Insider Job)… *mumbles in enumeration*

6. Favorite soundtrack of the year The Meat Circus from Psychonauts (this tune haunted my mind for a month while I was playing the second part and actively sat in the fandom, haha) Crazy Necross from Vangers GO GO REIGEN! from Mob Psycho 100 which I just found but I love it and want to set it as my ringtone lol The whole Gris ost (the ending of the game makes me cry when I need to…), the whole Beetlejuice east… I guess that's it, heh.

7. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year Percy Jackson book series (honestly, I promise myself to still find time and read the Mark of Athena from the second cycle TwT)

8. Favorite game of the year Psychonauts 2, this game literally became the first platformer (well, in general, a game where you need to run, jump and beat enemies) that I went through completely And Little Inferno too

9. Highlight of this year to remember Entrance exams and college admissions, god it was this summer but it feels like it's been YEARS

Part 2: Community Review

10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2022 To be honest, I haven't been as active on tumblr this year, so I have no idea what happened here in a year. That is, perhaps I know, but most likely I do not attach any importance to this.

11. Favorite fan art of the year Oh, there were two memorable fanarts that come to mind here and here

12. Favorite fic of the year Can I just say that ALL of Kanene's MP100 fics are my favorites at the moment? Like, so much so that I can't remember anything else lol

13. Favorite ask game of the year It's not like I'm involved in a lot of that, is it..? Maybe that recent fandom thing? This was fun

14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger The fact that I was able to get out of the shell and start interacting with really cool people from tk community, and the fact that I literally carring the mp100 fandom with my sketches, lmao

15. My own best fic/post of the year If we talk about the post that I am proud of, then this is one of the last posts with the Kageyama bros. I think I did a really good job on the poses this time

16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year My posts are related to mp100 Beetlejuice!AU, because I want to develop this idea, but I think that people are not very interested in it

17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected I'm still surprised by the popularity of that art with Shoritsu, which was one of my first posts on mp100 here, and probably one of my most popular posts in general…

18. Something I changed on my blog since this year Well, my blog is only a year old, so I can't say anything definitive…

Part 3: Next Year

I have such a spontaneous lifestyle that I don't have anything planned for next year huh, so I can't seem to answer the questions below…

19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year 20. Goals for next year 21. 2023 releases I look forward to the most

Part 4: Spreading Love

22. Shoutouts to people who made my 2022 a better year Well, then I'll throw everything under keep reading

@candyheartedchy, thank you for the fact that formally it was with you that my acquaintance with the existence of such a thing as s/i and f/o began! Your art is amazing and inspiring! @kanene-yaaay, I am sincerely grateful for every reblog of yours, like, this is one of the main incentives why I draw now. You are so emotional and bright, it's just amazing! @misaki-just-doodles and @we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono, yes, we haven't talked in a while, but I'm really grateful to you two for supporting my work this summer. It was a great time and I hope you are doing well! @otomiya-tickles @ssnicker-doodless @vqler @thecomfortable even if it's still a little embarrassing for me to tag you, I want to say that I admire your creativity and you are like those cool older comrades that you look at and think "I want to be like this when I grow up", thanks for that!

#tag game #talk #top 22 of 2022

[tflaw]

Hello!! Hi!! Where do I start? How do I start?? I'm feeling like a reader lining up in a book signing event, a fangirl abt to meet her idol in a fan meeting, I'm all nervous sending this. This is totally off season hehehe it's abt ur wt. Maybe I should share with you my exp just so u can imagine y I'm feeling this way.

-> Sooo, I only got back to Tumblr in Nov, left few years back after done w college and succumbed to modern slavery of the evil corporate world and torture of guilt to be a responsible adult, (oh, it was awful *putting the back of my hand resting on my forehead like a damsel in distress* ok that was dramatic) butt yess I return just for fun. Despite no longer reading fanfic on Tumblr/AO3 I still read original works from time to time.

-> So when I was in Tumblr the first week if, I remembered I saw an illustration and I was like woahhh nice!! I'm always so drawn to historical/period/royal au fics and I thought, oh cool concept for TR and ahh Mikey is always like a King for me. Silly me, I didn't know it was a fanart by one of your readers for ur wt!!! 2 days back I read this terrible fic from elsewhere not here, historical romance and I thought what was that TR fanart abt again? I felt so dumb, I lost the post I didn't even rb it, not sure the name/title/tag used/ until 9h ago. Found it, rb the fanart, read wt on AO3, and I'm blown away. It was 10000000000% wayyyy better than what I read goodness lawd, well for me, for me u wrote better than a published writer my love!! I felt the excitement of reading another Tolkien's and reminds me of asoiaf.

-> Oh but I had another silly episode of finding u back in Tumblr, from one handle to another my silly self did not realize I've already followed you the first week for a Genshin fic tbr and only now I understood that one person sent you some Asks as a knight or something following you. Long shall you reign hehehe. Sumtg like that abt ur handle. This also I was confused I thought it was someone else's acct. 😂

Ok there. That's why I have no idea where to start or how to start. But sweetheart,this is an appreciation msg. I'm so so in love with you and your writing, wicked throne. Gosh I wanted to just sit down w u in a coffee shop/garden and just talk abt this au. Hang on this reminds me of the two besties on IG wearing medieval dresses and walk around in some European gardens in modern day 🤭 lmao. I've read all of your TR on AO3, but I had no acct there to send Kudos so I'm sending from this Ask. I've been missing sooo much since you wrote it.sighhhh

Here you go babe ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ thanks for writing so well!!! Ok this def isn't enough for all the effort, blood, sweat and tears you've put into your babies.

FIRST I DONT RLY KNOW WHAT TO SAY OMG this is such a sweet message i'm honestly so happy!! it's been a while since wicked throne has been mentioned in any of my blogs so it makes me extremely joyous receiving this ask today!!

+ yep omg wicked throne has a lot of talented artist AND I SWOON EVERY TIME SOMEONE DRAWS A FANART FOR THE FIC!! just the effort of sitting down and thinking of wanting to draw fanart for wt makes me want to cry !!

+ thank you so much for reading!! if i could i would sit down in a coffee shop w you too to talk about it!! it's a story i've been cultivating during the last few years and it's forever in my system <33 i'm just rly sad that i haven't the inspiration to continue it but it's gonna be finished one day !! thank u for ur support and rly any kind of interaction is more than enough for me so u don't have to leave kudos or anything! this ask is already a treasure to me. again thank you and i hope you're having a wonderful day!!

#from swanphantasm. #✉️: hotmail.

[tatooines-ghosts]

Ah! I am so obsessed with your No Jedi Allowed AU. Would literally squeal if you posted another drabble. *fingers crossed*

Oh Anon, thank you! I'm so glad you like the AU. I am sad to say it has been kinda shoved to the back burner and I haven't been able to give it the attention I would like over the last couple years. The next chapter has been like, half-finished for a very long time, and I work on it very sporadically.

That being said!

Ask for a drabble and you shall receive! Have a little bit more than a drabble (a good 2k words), featuring a Certain Scene from AOTC.

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Jango gave the Starfighter on the landing an appreciative inspection. It was a brand-new model, beautiful, compact, fast, powerful. He would have loved to give a ship like this a spin. Anakin too would probably turn this ship into a delightfully lethal weapon. He took a scan of the ship and collected its specs for her perusal later, and it would be a good test for Boba. He noted the droid, more suited for navigation and maneuverability than weapons, which was an unusual choice. The way this ship’s guns were mounted, it would be easy for a pilot to take off their own nose if they didn’t properly calibrate the guns before firing. Said calibration would be done best by a droid, or an extremely skilled pilot and marksman – someone like him.

But Jango knew this wasn’t another bounty hunter’s ship. This was something potentially much worse. A Jedi.

He hurried back inside setting off quickly for his home.

Anakin was pacing anxiously around the living room with Lykan in her arms. “Who was it? A bounty hunter? Are they here for me?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Jango said calmly. “Looks like a jetii, must be here to inspect the army.”

“You’re sure?”

No. Jango couldn’t be certain until the jetii left planet without sticking his nose into his allit’s business. It was entirely possible this was an imposter who had caught Anakin’s scent. Or perhaps this was the same jetii who had seen him on Coruscant. He may be here on a manhunt, but not for Anakin.

If he was here for a troop inspection, it was entirely likely that he would ask to meet Jango. Would he be better served having them all bug out before the jetii showed up?

No, there was sense in running and acting guilty if this happened to be a coincidence. No need to run from an opponent he knew nothing about. And if it came down to a fight, he could handle himself against a lone jetii.

“Jango, what do we do?” Anakin asked in a tight voice. Lykan began to cry and fuss in her arms – hungry little complaints.

“Nothing, act natural. I’m going to shower. If he shows up, I trust your judgement about letting him in. The jetii should have no reason to hurt or bother you.

Obi-Wan's mind was spinning as he followed in the wake of the Kaminoan's long strides. It made no sense that Master Sifo-Dyas would have commissioned a clone army without the Council knowing about it, or the Senate. And yet, here were millions of soldiers engineered to fight a war on behalf of the Republic. Who had paid for them? He hoped that the man used as template for the clone army would have some answers.

He perked up as the Force stirred around him, warm, comfortable, safe. A little vortex of happiness in the otherwise pretty inert facility. Curious. His escort, Taun We, stopped outside a door and pressed her finger to the panel. A soft chime sounded before the door slid open. A young boy stood there, looking at Obi-Wan with some skepticism. He doubted they had many visitors out here. That must be the unaltered clone Jango took as part of his payment, his son.

Taun We addressed the boy. "Boba, is your father in?”

“Yep.”

“May we come in?"

The boy looked over his shoulder. "Sure." He stepped aside to let them into the apartment and called out, “Ani, Taun We’s here for Dad.”

The warm contentment concentrated inside the apartment, permeating like the scent of a lit candle. Cozy, peaceful, Obi-Wan felt drawn to relax – this was a safe place.

A short entrance hall led them into a main living room. There was art plastered all across the austere white walls; messy, unpracticed scribbles in a riot of colors. There was a scattering of toys across the floor, not the boy’s, Obi-Wan assumed. He stepped fully into the apartment and found the course of the colorful chaos. At the dining table, a young girl was scribbling across a sheet of paper with a blue crayon. She looked up and beamed at the Kaminoan, "Hello Taun We!"

“Hello, Shila.” The Kaminoan nodded to the little girl before turning to a corner Obi-Wan couldn't quite see. “Hello, Anakin. Is this a bad time?”

“Not at all,” a woman’s voice replied.

Obi-Wan took another step forward and saw a young woman in a rocking chair, cradling a nursing baby to her breast. She was rather young, maybe twenty, Obi-Wan guessed, with blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. And very obviously the Force Sensitive who was creating the comfortable vortex.

"Hello," her eyes slid over Obi-Wan. "Who are you?" The Force curdled slightly with caution, and he caught a current of worry twined in with the warm comfort.

"This is Master Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi," Taun We introduced. Obi-Wan bowed respectfully to her.

"I apologize for intruding. I was hoping to speak with Jango Fett." He was rapidly filing away new information. Two more children, a wife or girlfriend, who happened to be incredibly Force Sensitive. How many other surprises were hiding on Kamino?

"He'll be out in a bit." She held his gaze, her intense blue eyes locking onto his. He could feel her brushing against his shields, probing for ill intent. Her attempts were clumsy, almost brutish in the way a self-taught Force user would be. Obi-Wan let her see enough that he meant no harm. He was simply here for information. She relaxed, but only a little.

"I'm Anakin Skywalker."

"Pleasure to meet you."

Her eyes moved past him to Boba and she instructed in Mando'a, "Go tell your father we have a visitor."

The boy disappeared down another hallway and returned a minute later to report, "He'll be out in a few minutes."

Anakin looked back to Obi-Wan with an apologetic smile, "You showed up just after he stepped into the shower."

Obi-Wan smiled back, neutral, polite. "I always did have poor timing."

The baby finished nursing, and fussed quietly until Anakin placed him gently over her shoulder. Obi-Wan politely averted his eyes while she adjusted her shirt to cover herself. He found his attention drawn by the little girl who was showing Taun We her drawings. The little girl was clearly related to Anakin, though her dark hair suggested she picked that up from her father. He kept his frown off his face as he did a little mental math. Anakin couldn't be much older than twenty, and her daughter had to be at least four years old… she would have been fifteen or sixteen when the girl was born. He stepped aside automatically to let Anakin pass on her way around the apartment. When Taun We asked to hold the baby, Anakin passed him over comfortably. She moved to the open kitchen and flicked the power switch on an electric kettle.

“Do Jedi take tea?” Anakin asked over her shoulder, watching him warily.

“Yes, thank you.” Obi-Wan nodded graciously to her, though he doubted he would be here long enough to have a cup.

She turned her back on him again and busied herself with pulling out cups and a pot.

Obi-Wan could still sense her caution, but it was the kind anyone reserved for strangers with unclear intentions. A door opened down the hallway, and Obi-Wan caught the faint scent of soap and steam as the man he wanted to see stepped out. His short hair was still damp, he was freshly shaven, and his clothes were clean. Taun We made introductions again.

"How do you find your army?" Fett’s words were neutral enough, as if eventually he expected a Jedi to arrive on his doorstep.

"They're very impressive. You must be proud."

Jango shrugged, taking the baby from Taun We when he began to fuss. "I'm just a simple man trying to make his way in the universe. As you can see, I've got plenty of mouths to feed." He easily placed the baby over his shoulder, and almost instantly, the fussing stopped.

Obi-Wan was acutely aware that every eye was on them, even the little girl had gone quiet to watch. "Ever make your way so far as Coruscant."

"Once or twice."

"Recently?"

"Perhaps."

The man was purposefully resisting his attempts at probing his mind, purposeful in a way that had to be trained. There were few cultures who knew how to train mental resistance to Force influence. Add to that, Anakin's casual use of Mando'a, Obi-Wan was fairly confident Jango Fett was the bounty hunter he had tracked from Coruscant.

“Then you must know Master Sifo-Dyas.”

“Can’t say I do.”

“Really? He didn’t recruit you?”

“I was recruited by a man called Tyrannus on a moon of Bogdon.”

“Curious…”

Jango’s replies were too easy to be lies, too natural to be rehearsed, and he sensed no guile from any of the others in the apartment. The children might not know, but his wife would know the truth of Jango’s recruitment, and she projected so clearly into the Force, he would have felt the lies through her. Obi-Wan threw her a glance, she had crossed her arms and was studying Obi-Wan with unconcealed suspicion. She didn’t trust him, but not because he was poking into Jango’s business.

“Do you like your army?” Jango asked, drawing his attention back.

“I look forward to seeing them in action.”

“They’ll do their job well. I guarantee it.”

Obi-Wan knew it was time to duck out gracefully. He would get no more information from the bounty hunter. He bowed to the room. "I apologize again for intruding. Thank you for taking the time to see me."

“Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi.” Jango smiled blandly and saw them to the door, still holding the baby.

When they were heading down the hallway, the jetii under the watchful eye of Taun We, Jango turned to the apartment. The kettle was boiling, but Anakin hadn't moved to turn it off.

"Was he here for me?"

"No, jetii don't work for Hutts."

Her shoulder's slumped in relief and she turned off the kettle. "What did he want?"

"Must've tracked me from this last job. Things went sour and I know he saw me." He passed the baby back. "We need to go. Pack your things."

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Obi-Wan finished his call to the Jedi Council and was happy to get out of the driving rain. He had reported his identification of the bounty hunter, the surprise army meant for Republic use, and then mentioned the Force Sensitive woman. She was interesting, but she was not a concern right now. With a baby that young to care for, she couldn't have been involved in Jango's attempt on Padmé's life.

He walked back through the cloning complex alone this time, hoping to sneak up on Fett. He wasn't entirely unsurprised to find the apartment empty, a few items haphazardly tossed aside in a hurry to pack and leave. The daughter's drawings were left scattered across the table with the crayons, the kettle was still hot. He wasn't far behind them.

He caught up on the landing pad. Boba saw him first. Anakin hurried the children up into the ship while Jango, dressed again in his armor, attacked.

He was a skilled fighter, clearly trained in the Mandalorian tradition of counter-Jedi martial arts. Obi-Wan knew this would be a difficult fight, he was at a disadvantage with the rain driving straight into his face, but he wasn't expecting Jango to have back up.

He barely deflected the blaster bolt sent from the side and turned to see Anakin standing on the cargo ramp of the ship with a blaster trained on Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan couldn't retaliate, he wasn't going to risk hurting the baby in a carrier on Anakin's chest. She knew exactly what she was doing. Jango was able to get the better of him, sending Obi-Wan tumbling off the edge of the rain-slick walkway, in attempts to dodge Anakin's shots and Jango's. Obi-Wan was able to catch himself, and climb back onto the landing pad, but he was too late. The ship was already taking off. He grabbed a magnetic tracker from his belt and managed to land it on the hull.

Obi-Wan turned back to return to his own ship. Wherever Fett went, Obi-Wan would follow. That Anakin was going to be a problem, he had a bad feeling about her.

#no jedi allowed au #shades of tatooine #replies #anonymous #jango fett #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #oh look. it's the beginning of the no jedi allowed part of the no jedi allowed au

[rebuke-me]

12,13,14 and 15?

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

oh god. i don't know if i can pick just one? i have a lot of random ones. this one isn't that crazy but i do have an entire pixie hollow au for bmc. i don't talk about it much bc its mostly self indulgent and cringe but you know. we ball. combining all my weird little fixations into one.

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

oooh,,, i mostly stick with deere, but. i have a bunch of little ships that usually take the backseat which makes me feel bad about it. i want to write a messy ass chloe/madeline fic when i find the time, but idk when/if that'll be lol.

14. Is there a character or ship you were so sure you would never write/draw but now you've changed your mind?

i mean. not really? i think the closest to that i have in recent memory is brooke/rich, because at first i didn't really get them but. they rattle around in my head a lot. other than that i was SO sure that i'd never write wlw chloe but like... whatever the hell she has going on with madeline. i think they should kiss about it yk.

15. Have you noticed your style change over time?

oh absolutely. ive been writing/drawing bmc since like... 2017? i think? since my freshman year of high school. my writing and drawing have improved DRASTICALLY since then. but like... my drawing is still just for fun, so im not stressed about being the best or anything. and my fic is where i get to cut myself slack with writing. so like ive improved by breaking rules yk

#thank uuuu #ask game #bmc

[handicappedbuenchico]

What I love your blog: You saw a couple of two-dimensional side characters from a sequel that gets ignored by much of the fandom, said "Screw that, Carlos and Spencer are MINE now!" and are always wracking your brain to give them the complex emotions, motivations & backstories you feel they deserve. Huge "I know this character better than their creator" energy and I'm SO here for it. (Same thing I did with Jimmy tbh.)

What needs improvement about your blog: You're much too harsh on yourself! RP should be fun, relaxing, cathartic, creatively challenging even--but it's not a school assignment, every word doesn't need to be perfect. Posting ten paragraphs of rambling headcanons with no basis in the source material that are meaningless to everyone but you? An extensive playlist for every half-baked AU to cross your mind? Aesthetic moodboards out the arse? All are beautiful expressions of fandom joy I love to see. And it's not any more "cringe" to be obsessed with our adopted muses than a novelist being passionate about their original characters, in my humble correct opinion ;)

Call me Child Character Protective Services because I am protecting these literal children from the incompetence of every adult involved with them and their existence. Both in canon and in a meta context because the way they got treated was absolutely unacceptable, I would also call it disrespectful even, and I will not stand for that. I do know Carlos and Spencer better than R.achel T.alalay and M.icheal D.e L.uca actually, because I don't even think those two even KNEW who Carlos and Spencer were SUPPOSED TO BE (the unfortunate byproduct of a script that was whipped up last minute with a rock and two shit sticks to rub together I'm afraid).

I know not everything HAS to be perfect. Trust me, I know. My sense of insecurity and even imposter syndrome came purely as a result of attending school for art in a good 4-year span. My sense of perfection and security in my own skills and abilities were absolutely destroyed during that time to the point where I haven't drawn in over two years and now this looming sense is leaking into any other creative medium I try. It's annoying, I hate it, and I wish it would leave me the hell alone. I guess what also makes me feel bad about posting my random 1 AM headcanon ramblings or aesthetic/musings related things is this sense of...guilt over not doing things like answering asks, replying to threads, continuing starters made for me specifically, and just doing other general roleplay stuff. This feeling of guilt gets especially bad when I haven't been active in a while. Plus, I just get these moods where everything I do just sucks in my mind. Like most things that go through my brain, it'll pass on eventually and I'll be fine.

#coffinbreath #thank you for this

[checkers-dance]

*comes in through your window* hi tumblr user checkers-dance. i've been thinking SO much about monsta x incest so i guess here's some of that. siblings jooheon and changkyun that for some reason or another have grown really distant in their adulthoods. it's not out of any resentment or anything, but life got in the way and they've just kinda grown apart and haven't seen each other in years. but then for some reason that i haven't really figured out but also isn't that important, changkyun has to stay with jooheon for a while and now that they're sharing a space again he's like "oh no, my brother is EXTREMELY HOT" and he feels super guilty about it. changkyun feeling super drawn to him after years of having little to no contact with him and feeling like this corrupts all the fond memories he has of him. idk what happens next, its just been on my mind.

THE RETURN OF THE JOOKYUN INCEST AU...last time jooheon was the older brother and I thought abt changing this up for this au but I'm simply too weak for older brother jooheon/younger brother changkyun. Listen I just think changkyun should move into jooheon's apartment and jooheon suddenly realizes that he can't even read his brother anymore? Changkyun is quiet and withdrawn and he doesn't seem to respond to jooheon's moves to rekindle their uh brotherhood and that's partly due to the guilt of changkyun finding jooheon hot, but it's also due to them having branched out in interests and changkyun feeling kind of out of place and nostalgic for the time when they could just understand each other effortlessly. I think they should end up finding some common ground thru music (yes basic answer but anyway). They can form a musical duo together. ALSO I think hyungki should make an appearance as twins. Idk how this fits into the plot but they should do it anyway

#asks #mx au hell (affectionate)