#the stuff with darkness was so cool and ominous i loved it

[corishadowfang]

I FINALLY GOT THE CHANCE TO WATCH THE KHUX FANDUB AND. AHHHH.

#I'VE BEEN DOING REN FAIRE STUFF #(and also trying and failing to catch up on writing) #SO THIS IS THE FIRST CHANCE I'VE HAD #just...man #the vas did FANTASTIC #the stuff with darkness was so cool and ominous i loved it #VEN'S SINGING DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN #the little bits of dialogue added to the fight scenes #the secret scene at the end--!! #just--AHHH #it hits man #...i miss the ux kids

[damnation-if]

I just want to say, as a certified monster fucker, I'm already in love with your story hahaaa <3 I'm glad we're getting more adult stories and the themes in this one are so intriguing, can't wait for the rest ! Alsooo, I really liked the way you describe things? I do not know how to explain it haha but I could easily visualize what was happening and the general atmosphere you're going for and I thought that was neat :^)

thank you so much for your kind words!! i truly appreciate them and i'm so glad the descriptions were to your liking! i have at least some level of aphantasia, so i'm always worried that i'm not describing things enough haha... glad that doesn't seem to be the case!

i was actually talking to my friends just yesterday about how there's relatively few Creacher-y ROs around... so for whatever reason, i guess because it's on my mind, i thought i'd take a bit of time/space here to mention all of the Monsterfucker Approved (TM) ROs that i could come up with, in case anyone else might be interested. this list isn't meant to be exhaustive (in case i miss anyone) as sadly i am yet to become all-seeing and all-knowing 😔

Creacher (Alien)

Rhaxa and Imxa from Project Hadea by my beloved @nyehilismwriting. spikey, scaley, bitey, etc. 👌i also love and appreciate the attention to detail put into worldbuilding for the different ways their species communicates and thinks and so on, showing the culture gaps between them and humans. quality buggies!

Creacher (Eldritch)

Roach from The Passenger... the mc is also an eldritch creacher in this one, which may add or subtract to the enjoyment for various different people lol

Sysba from Attollo; i also think this game in general is pretty monster friendly, with a bunch of monstrous side characters and so forth. the cool kind of neo-gothic vibes give it a feeling a bit akin to a cyberpunk Penny Dreadful... it's about as Monsterfucker as cyberpunk gets i think!

Beacon from Stygian: The Abyssal Lighthouse by my good friend @salty-stories. this one is probably the most Lovecraftian of the eldritch creachers i think, heavy Call of Cthulhu vibes. it's still in progress but i'm personally willing to wait haha

Creacher (Parahuman)

Lorelei and The Other from The Golden Harp; pirates and sirens and mermaids, oh my!

Danny and Isla from When It Hungers by the wonderful @roast-ifs ... the game is still on hiatus but it still lives rent-free in my head always... the monster mcs are So *chef's kiss*

Oisein from The Nameless; due to the sheevra mc there's a Lot of really cool exploration of the boundaries of humanity and stuff like that... we love a "nonhumans shouldn't be able to feel/do this" story... we love it a Normal amount for sure.

Creacher (Indefinable)

Trace from Greenwarden by @fiddles-ifs; an iconique creacher... the game itself also has excellent kind of Appalachian gothic/supernatural vibes and a dark undercurrent of Lurking Monster Foreboding.

Games with Applicably Creacher-esque Vibes

Virtue's End by my beloved friend dani... the ROs might be human, but the mc most certainly is not<3 dark fantasy and sumptuous Monster vibes, what more can you ask?

anything by the extremely talented @thirtybythirty (links to their games in their pinned post). everything they write has a compelling undercurrent of... eldritch existentialism. perhaps the creacher is in fact the Narrative... or maybe the humans were the creachers all along...

the fabulous OFNA: Birds of a Feather - it has the perfect combination of things Not Quite Human and Not Quite Right to create a rich and ominous atmosphere, well-worth playing even though everyone is Technically human lmfao

anyway sorry for rambling on and i'm sure there's a bunch i have missed but. i do feel like it's worth giving praise where it's due for games and writers that we appreciate! thank you again for your kind message (and for giving me a chance to talk about this a bit lol)

#what does the chaos mirror see #glucosify #long post. #passing these notes out at the monthly monsterfucker conference #sorry to put trace in their own category but. also i feel like they'd have it no other way lmfao #avoiding putting my games on here like a good boi... especially the ones i haven't written yet #there's also sort of monster-adjacent things like leftski-if's orcs and werewolves but #there sort of opens up a rabbithole once you get into. Nontypical Humanoids #like i had this problem with a lot of demon!ROs as well they're kind of. Mostly Human #like don't get me wrong i enjoyed keeper of the sun and moon for example but the cambions and nephilim are not. Particularly Inhuman #however obviously my categorisations are very arbitrary and i'm not. gatekeeping monsters XD just for the sake of this post not being longe

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Makin' the Best of a Bad Situation

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Summary: When Rhett and you get caught in a heavy rainstorm, you must take shelter in an old abandoned barn. Soaking wet and shivering, the two of you find your own way of heating things up.

Word Count: 2685

TW: Steamy/Smut, Fluff, Frottage, Undressing Each Other, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship, Language, Rhett picks Reader up

Notes: This is the smuttiest thing I have ever posted so I hope you enjoy!

Thank you so much to @writercole for the three-word prompt "flowers, forever, run" with Rhett. And a big thanks to @lorecraft for beta reading and to @mayhem24-7forever and @musings-of-a-rose for reading it over and providing your support. I love you all!!!

A cool drop of water burst against your cheek, rousing you from your slumber. Your eyes flutter open in surprise and you see that the brilliant blue sky that had been above you for what seems like seconds ago has turned a dark, cloudy gray. 

As another drop of rain splashes against your skin, you turn your head where it is resting on Rhett’s chest and stare up at his still-sleeping face which is slightly obscured by the baseball cap he has pulled down low. He looks so peaceful when he is asleep– younger, less burdened. But as much as it pains you to wake him from his much deserved rest, you know it is necessary.

So, running your fingers across his chest, you murmur, “Baby, wake up. It’s starting to rain.”

Rhett mumbles something in his sleep and wraps his arm around your waist, drawing you in tighter against him. Smiling, you bend over and press your lips to his as the rain begins to fall more rapidly. “Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Get up.”

With a groan, he peels open one eye to stare at you from under the bill of his cap. “Whatcha on about?”

“It’s raining. And we’re still a ways away from the house. We gotta start heading back.”

He glances up at the sky as if it has just occurred to him that he is currently being rained on. Sighing, he gently rolls you off him and he heaves himself to his feet. Then he holds out his hands and helps you up. 

Once you are standing before him, Rhett brushes off a few petals and blades of grass that are clinging to your dress. But when he looks up at your face, you see him notice something over your shoulder that makes him freeze– his eyes growing wide –and he breathes, “Oh shit.”

Confused, you turn to see what he is looking at, and you gasp.

A wall of rain is traveling across the pasture heading straight towards your picnic spot. As you stare at it in disbelief, part of you can’t help but marvel at the sight. The seemingly solid mass of water is moving swiftly across the field, engulfing the land as it passed. You watch as it swallows up one of the fences, the posts disappearing into the massive storm. 

And the noise! It is a wonder you hadn’t noticed the sound before, but as it draws closer, it is impossible to ignore. The thunderous pounding of rain on the hard, dry ground is an ominous warning of what is coming.

You have only seen a storm like this once before and the rain was so bad it washed out your driveway, trapping you in your house for days. And this storm is heading straight for you. 

Rhett grabs your hand and yells, “Run!” 

“But our stuff!” You try to reach for the blanket the two of you had been laying on, but Rhett yanks you away as he urges you forward.

“It’ll be fine. Now go!”

Rhett half drags you along as his long legs outpace yours but you manage to keep up as you tear through the pasture heading for the house. Just a short time earlier, you and Rhett had been chasing each other through these same flowers before he had wrestled you down onto the blanket. But all the carefree fun of that time has been replaced by a frantic urgency as you try to outrun the worst of the storm. 

But you are just too far away from shelter. In minutes, the soft drizzling around you morphs into a torrential downpour. The hard raindrops sting your skin and within seconds, you are soaked to the bone. You squeeze Rhett’s hand as tightly as you can. Through the sheets of rain, you can only barely see him and you are scared that if his hand slips from yours, the two of you won’t be able to find each other again and you don’t relish the thought of weathering the storm all alone. 

Suddenly, your hand is pulled sharply to the left. You stumble slightly on the slippery grass but manage to stay on your feet. Over the pounding roar of the rain, it sounds like Rhett is attempting to shout something to you, but you can’t make it out. However, you trust he knows what he is doing and you continue to follow his lead.

A few moments later, a building suddenly emerges out of the blinding rain. You only manage a quick glance before Rhett pulls you inside, but it looks like an old feed barn of some kind. Rhett had once mentioned there were a few abandoned barns or storage sheds scattered around the property left from the days when the ranch had flourished. But as business dwindled and their herd got smaller, there wasn’t a need for all these buildings and the upkeep was costing them more than they were worth. So, the Abbotts had just forgotten about them.

This is apparent as you look around the space. Though there didn’t seem to be any lights in the barn, it is still bright enough outside in the storm to illuminate the space around you. Empty food containers and turned over crates are thrown haphazardly on the far side of the barn and you see several bird's nests up in the rafters. The roof is leaking in half a dozen places, rain pouring in and puddling on the hay-covered floor. However, the middle section of the barn has held up fairly well and you and Rhett are able to find a dry area to huddle together. 

Rhett stares out into the pouring rain as he pulls off his baseball cap, rings it out, and stuffs it into his back pocket. Shaking his head in disbelief, he turns towards you. Raising his voice to be heard over the rain pounding on the tin roof, he says, “What the hell was that? I ain’t ever seen a storm come on that fast. You alright?”

You shrug with a small smile. “Sure. It’s just a little water.” You look down at the sizeable puddle that has formed underneath your dripping form. “Well…. A lot of water.”

“Didn’t think it was supposed to rain ‘til tonight. Sorry our date was ruined.” Rhett reaches out and plucks the flower from where he had tucked it behind your ear earlier this afternoon. When he had placed it there, it had been lively and full. But now it hung limply in his fingers with half the petals missing. 

As he tosses it to the floor, you shake your head. “It wasn’t ruined! We had such a great time before the rain…. or at least I did. The rain doesn’t take that time away from us.”

“Guess that’s true,” Rhett admits. Then a small smile creeps across his face. “And I had a good time too. I’m glad you talked me into it.”

“See? I told you a picnic was a good idea!”

A small shiver runs across your skin as the wind blows through the barn carrying a mist of rain with it. Rhett notices and begins to look around for something to wrap around you. But there isn’t anything left like that in the barn. Finally giving up, he says, “Maybe you should just take off that dress. You’re never gonna dry off in that wet thing.”

“Oh!” You feel the heat blooming across your face. “I mean, that’s probably a good idea, but I’m not… I’m not wearing anything under it,” you admit shyly.

Rhett just chuckles. “I hate to tell ya, sweetheart, but that’s been pretty apparent since we got in here.” 

You glance down and notice he’s right. Your thin sundress has become practically see-through in its current soaked state as it clings tightly to your body and you feel your cheeks burn even hotter as you try to cover yourself.

But Rhett gently takes your hands and moves them aside. “Ain’t nothin’ I ain’t seen before. Besides, I’ve been imaginin’ takin’ this off you since the moment I saw you in it.”

His hands hover just above the straps on your shoulders, hesitating as he waits for your approval to continue. When you give him a small nod, he smiles and runs his hands across your shoulders and down your arms, pulling the straps down with them. Soon, your dress is pooled in a wet heap by your feet and Rhett takes a step back.

He’s right. He had seen you naked nearly a hundred times before. But that had always been in a bedroom or the shower or that one time in the back of his truck. Somehow it feels different– more vulnerable –to be standing bare in front of him in the middle of the day in an open barn. You feel so much more exposed, but as much as that terrifies you, you also feel a familiar heat begin pooling in your stomach.

And the heat only grows as you see how Rhett is looking at you. You didn’t know it was possible for someone to look like they wanted to lovingly worship every inch of you while simultaneously wanting to ravage your body senseless. Yet somehow, Rhett is managing it. His blue eyes darken several shades as they roam your body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

And when you shift your eyes down to escape the heady weight of his gaze, you notice that his wet clothes are not doing a much better job at hiding his body than yours had been. His t-shirt clings to his stomach, accentuating the hard muscles you know lurk just beneath. And as your eyes drift lower, you gasp at the bulge straining in his jeans. Never have you seen him this turned on just from looking at you. Usually, it took a fair bit of teasing on your part to make a noticeable impression, but even then it was nothing like this. 

You squeeze your legs together as you try to suppress your own building desire, but Rhett notices immediately. His eyes flash and he reaches out to grasp your hip. Pulling you closer, he uses the other hand to cup your breast, his thumb ghosting over your hardened nipple. You melt into his touch, leaning your head back as a soft moan escapes your lips. He repeats the motion and you feel a shiver of pleasure run straight to your core.

With your neck exposed, Rhett leans in and begins sucking on the tender skin just above your collarbone. You had scolded him in the past for leaving marks in places you would either have to explain or try to cover, but you know he loves it when you show them off. Show the world that he has claimed you as his own. So, just this once, you let him. 

You tilt your head so he has a better angle and he begins to travel up your neck towards your jaw, alternating between sucking and kissing along the way. But when he reaches the spot just below your ear, you turn his head so you are staring at each other.

Running your finger over his full lips, you purr, “Why is it fair that I’m the only one not wearing clothes?” 

His eyes flash. “Guess it ain’t. Wanna help me fix that?”

“Of course, baby. Anything you want.”

Your hands slide under his shirt and over his firm stomach. In a reversal of his removal of your dress, you gather up the soaked fabric as your hands slowly travel up his chest. You stare at his face the entire time, relishing in the small twitches of his jaw or fluttering of his eyes as you go. 

Once his shirt has joined your dress on the floor, you begin to trail your hands across his broad frame. Your fingers trace the tattoo on his chest and you remember when you went with him to get it. How stoic and calm he was as the needle drove the ink deep into his skin, leaving a permanent mark. Much like how he drove into you later that night after he took you home. That had been your first time with Rhett, though certainly not the last. But even in those early days, you knew he was not someone you would ever be able to shake off. That night he had inked himself onto your soul and regardless of what your future holds, you know he will be a part of you forever.

As your hands continue their journey downward, you press yourself against him as you reach his belt. In doing so, your chest rubs against his, and your bare thigh brushes against the bulge in his pants. Now it’s his turn to let out a soft moan as his eyes slip closed. Smiling, you move your leg up and down, slowly caressing him through his jeans. But just as you feel him twitch against you, Rhett pushes you away. 

Panting slightly, he murmurs, “You keep that up, sweetheart, and I’m not gonna last more than a few minutes.”

“What’s wrong, Abbott? Do I have you all hot and bothered?” you tease, trying to ignore the throbbing between your own legs.

Rhett gives a shaky chuckle as he runs his fingers through his hair, slicking back the damp strands. “Oh, like ya wouldn’t believe. But I’m not ready for it to end just yet. Still got some things I wanna do to you.” He reaches out and takes your hand, placing it back on his belt buckle. “But first, I thought you said you’d help me with this.”

“I did,” you coo. Quickly, you undo the buckle and slip your hand inside the waistband of his jeans. Squeezing him through his boxers so he bucks into your hand, you say, “And then I’ll help you with this.”

Rhett growls as he grabs your wrist, causing you to release him. “What did I just say?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the rain.” He squeezes your wrist tighter, and you know you are just about to push him over the edge. You stare at him, your eyes daring him to make a move. “Maybe you should say it again… with more detail.” 

His expression is almost predatory; his smirk is all teeth with a lusty possessive gleam in his eye. If anyone else looked at you like this, it would terrify you. But on Rhett, it makes you want to drop to your knees and give him whatever he wants. The heat in your core begins to grow stronger, and you feel yourself getting wet between your legs once more. Only this time, it isn’t because of the rain.

Rhett releases your wrist and brings his hands up to cup the sides of your face. Drawing you closer until your faces are only a breath apart. “You wanna know what I’m gonna do to you?” You nod eagerly as his deep voice envelops you, causing your breath to hitch slightly in your chest. “First, I’m gonna make you fall apart again and again on my fingers until you are beggin’ for my cock. And I’ll only give it to ya if you use your words to ask nicely. Know that can be hard for you sometimes.”

You moan as you squeeze your legs together, trying to give yourself even the slightest relief. “Rhett… please…”

“Uh uh. Not yet, sweetheart.” He brushes the hair from your face, his grin widening at your neediness. “But I’ll make it worth the wait. Gonna fill you up just how you like and fuck you until my name is the only word you can remember. Is that enough detail for ya?”

“Yes!” you gasp. “Please, Rhett! Just like that! I need it! I need you!”

He presses his lips against yours, the kiss frenzied and heated as he lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around his hips. Breaking away for just a moment, he gasps, “Well you got me, sweetheart. Now and forever.”

Taglist (I am also tagging those who I usually tag on my side blog because I am not cross-posting this over there due to the more mature nature): @loverhymeswith, @babblydrabbly,  @lorecraft, @heart-0n-fire, @nerdysuperchick,  @hederasgarden,  @yespolkadotkitty, @green-socks, @mayhem24-7forever, @callsign-fox, @callsign-phoenix, @wildbornsiren, @lt-natrace, @superskittles, @wkndwlff, @rhettabbotts, @ryebecca, @yanna-banana, @lewmagoo, @basiccortez, @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy,  @fantasticcopeaglepasta, @blue-aconite, @luckyladycreator2, @nik2blog, @dumb-fawkin-bitch

#fic #fic request #rhett abbott #outer range #lewis pullman #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #f!reader #rhett abbott x f!reader #rhett abbott steamy #rhett abbot smut #sort of? #it's right on the edge of steamy and smut

[the-moth-from-elsewhere]

The Epic Amazing Absolutely Insane TAOCC Song Post

Aka: Elsie assigns random songs to random characters for random reasons, vaguely organized by mod. These are almost entirely vibes and randomness so get ready to be utterly confused. Don’t expect any of these to fit too well, I went more based on the sound and random stuff than the actual accuracy. Also i’m kinda brain-broken from overthinking all this music lol. No, I didn’t add links, just because this took so many hours. Maybe tomorrow, I just wanna get this done.

Feiar’s characters.

Nymn

“Dento takes the Stairs” by Gooseworx

I told you these would make no sense. Idk the amount of nymn just being vibes/silly/lighthearted makes me think of how this song is a break from the chaos of the Elain series.

Jessy

“Metamodernity” by Vansire

Okay, I have a really specific animatic in my head for this song in which we flash between the TAOCC characters as they are in the circus, and then a cool transition, and then it’s them pre-circus. My best example is Dusk and Jessy sitting on a bench. A train passes by, and now it’s human Jessy sitting alone on a bench. Because Dusk is AI. And that very specific part of the animatic in my head tends to stick with me, especially seeing as Jessy is very “just go with stuff” and so I can kinda hear him singing this in my head.

”Apocalypse Now” by PinnoccioP

The first appearance of many of my favorite music artist lol. The song is about enjoying existence even if everything is a violent wreck, and it just kinda fits to me lol.

“World’s Smallest Violin” - AJR

yeah just gonna drop this one here and run

“Sweet Tooth” - Scott Helman

Blame Fei.

Clara

”Drosselmeyer’s theme - Kurumi Wari Ningyo (Nutcracker No. 2 March) - The Princess Tutu Soundtrack

Okay, for starters, you should watch Princess Tutu. Like right now. It’s amazing, and the title does NOT do it Justice. Back on track, it…it’s the nutcracker! Come on, this one was basically handed to me.

Tutu vs Kraehe (Swan Lake Act 1 Op. 20 No. 2)

Fight theme.

Lance

”I Don’t Have a Name For It” - Steam Powered Giraffe

I…I’m sorry I don’t have an explanation for this it just works. Lancia sweep.

Raina

”Nightcall” - Kavinsky

…Once again, very flimsy. But like…switch the gender. I’m sorry but it’s giving “they’re talking about my death but I’m still here.” The miku version works better here in my opinion :3

The pirates

“He’s a pirate” - F-777

“The 7 Seas” - F-777

idk man techno piracy go vrrrrrrrr I unironically blasted these during like the entirety of the pirates plotline frick you this is my rant I do what I want /silly

Star’s Characters

Icia

”Long Live” - Taylor Swift

I swear I have reasons for this just hear me out okay- First off, I can see the voice fitting, second off, I imagine her singing this either for Lance or Starro or both after we finally finally finally throw Hexe off a cliff.

“Santa Salvacion” - Magia Record OST

epic fight theme for fighting the terrifying ice lady. I blasted this while writing the fight scene with The Dark Queen Icia.

Dunite

”Postmeridae” - Madoka Magica OST

Cutesy upbeat theme for making merengues to. No notes.

“Witches Dance” - Magia Record OST

Idk, feels like her fight theme

”Roki” - Mikito P

…Vibes. Entirely vibes. Dunite should start a band /hj.

Starro

“Please Never Fall In Love Again” - Ollie MN

I just…him. Singing this. About Conny. I swear to cheese.

Vaga and Nova

“Class Dance - Rensho Kyoku I” - Princess Tutu OST

…Vibes.

Odette

”Vocalise Op. 34 No. 14” - Madoka Magica OST

Vibes. Piano. Sad string accompaniment. Must I say more?

Achilles

“Doubt #2” - Madoka Magica: Rebellion OST

Starting to notice a pattern with the kingdom characters lol?

Joofie’s Characters

Cardlan

“Main Character” - Will Wood

Ego. So, so much Ego.

“Sayo-Nara” - DDLC OST

I have my reasons.

Minimi

“Not Yet (Epilogue)” - Madoka Magica: Rebellion OST

Accordion and a little bit of ominousness. Vibes.

Xeyshattersiltav1a’s Characters

Sun

“Cowboy Dan” - Modest Mouse

Yee-haw sun. Do not give that woman a truck. Wow, these descriptions are getting terrible lol.

”Popular” - Wicked Soundtrack

Wicked but it’s sun and Dusk lives in my head rent free okay

“Alright” - Mother Mother

please help me I keep making up sun animatics with this song in class

Mix

“Something, Everything is Wrong” - Madoka Magica: Rebellion OST

This song is the reason I associate Mix with the accordion. Also, I imagine Dusk meeting him/his first real introduction in TAOCC’s background music as this song.

“Intertwined” - CMYK, CircusP.

Rip this man’s love life

“Love is War” - Ryo/Supercell feat. Hatsune Miku

Love is still Vehicular Manslaughter /ref

Dialtone

“Cats!” - waterflame

Does the song fit him? Not at all! It is way too techy and upbeat, and would probably better suit someone like Switch. But like….cats. He’d listen to a song called “cats!”. You can’t convince me otherwise.

“Want You Gone” - The Portal OST

Dialtone is GLaDOS coded to me.

“Killer Spider” - PinnoccioP

vibes and vibes alone.

Soup’s Characters

Silhouette

“Scared of you” - Brandon Hesslau

“Whoops, sorry for kinda almost killing you.”

”What Gave It Away” - Riproducer

evil.

”Burial Ground” - Low Roar

sad backstory.mp3.

Clown

“I’m Number One” - Muppets Most Wanted Soundtrack

Look man he’s silly and egotistical and it’s funny. He’s definitely singing this with carbine.

Autumn’s Characters

Pyxel

”Magical Doctor” - MARETU

once again, more vibes than lyrics and the gender’s wrong but, like, the vibes, man

Neb

“Lonely UFO” - PinnoccioP

…it doesn’t fit. The lyrics, as far as I can tell, do NOT fit. BUT LOOK AT THE OUTFIT, THE BLUE HAIR AND VOID SKIN AND MURDER TEETH AND TELL ME THAT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE NEB, OKAY?!

“Finding Sanctuary” - Stellaris OST

Silly space song for silly space person.

Lily’s Characters

The bookend siblings, and I mean all of them as a group, Katrina included for brevity’s sake

“Magical Girl and Chocolate” - PinnoccioP

Okay, I have actual reasoning for this one. Each of the siblings is someone’s “magical girl”, whether metaphorically or literally. They’re each fighting to protect and support someone. And they each strain and struggle to cope with a role too demanding for them. This song works for each of them in a different form and context.

Octavia and Steven/Sign

“Isn’t it “A”” - PinnoccioP

The arguments of all time

Honse- I mean Sophro

“Puzzle” - CMYK, CircusP

He’s just here to help. No notes.

Miscellaneous Others/Not big enough for their own section

Lantern

“Lantern” - Undertale OST

…self explanatory. The song’s vibes fit, too, I imagine this plays in his scenes.

“The Other One Left” - VaneLily

Half due to the “I just want a loving father” line. Gender’s wrong, again, but otherwise the lyrics fit.

Seer

“Seer’s Theme” - Cindy

I literally cannot outdo her own theme. It’s just too good. I listen to it randomly just because I like it so much /gen.

Sigil

“I’m Just Ken” - Barbie Movie Soundtrack

this is mostly a joke but come ON you think that guy doesn’t feel a little overshadowed by his GODDESS FIANCÉE?!

“Business Man” - Tom Cardy

Okay so this one takes some explaining because I imagine sigil walking into Dialtone’s place to spy and Insanity ruining everything and shooting everyone. It makes absolutely no sense but it’s funny in my head so here we are.

My Characters, yes this is gonna be last

Dusk

“Ultimate Senpai” - PinocchioP

A song about being overly pressured and stuff? Yeaaaaah.

“Sis Puella Magia!” - Madoka Magica Soundtrack

….Pretty. That’s it.

Aoki

“Decretum” - Madoka Magica Soundtrack

The reason I gave him a violin.

Alpenglow

“Yume Yume” - DECO*27

I have an ENTIRE ANIMATIC for chip and alpen with this song in my head

Lemonade

“Viva La Vida” - Coldplay

lore. Hehe.

Yume

“What are Children Made Of?” - PinnoccioP

This kid’s childhood has been ruined and boy is processing that hard.

”Everything about Animals” - PinocchioP

an absolute fever dream of a song that she would absolutely sing about animals. And how cool they are. And ohhhh look commentary on the state of humanity

Switchboard

“Kom Susser Tod” - Astrophysics

Idk it doesn’t fit all too well but the mix of utter hopelessness and eurobeat techno is just hercore

TAOCC as a whole

“Something Rotten!/Make an Omelette” - Something Rotten Soundtrack

WHEN I TELL YOU I HAVE AN ENTIRE. FREAKING. ANIMATIC-

”Your Silver Garden” - Madoka Magica OST

I do not know the lyrics literally at all but I could see an OP for TAOCC with this song

#Taocc #i am terrified that people will criticize my choices here lol #Yes they make no sense I know that

[whirld-of-color]

Wishing Well AU Masterpost

Hi hey hello welcome to the Wishing Well AU, where we ask questions like “hey so what if Mango dug up an eldritch horror in his backyard and also the horror revived his dead son at a terribly high cost?” Purple is involved, for some reason. There’s a lot of blood and a lot of sickness and a lot of dirt and decomposition involved.

This AU pulls inspiration from living houses, the movie Skinamarink, games like Anatomy and Lethargy Hill, Subway Midnight, and the analogue horror genre. It’s all kind of body horror, kind of gross, ominous house, red lighting go brrr.

It has come to my attention that this AU is very much something that requires context whenever I incessantly post about it so I’ve compiled all of the posts into a fun little masterpost while procrastinating on my various tasks and things. Here you go.

You can read all of the posts included here in the order they were created via the tag: Wishing Well AU. (there’s also some aesthetic detritus and a few random text posts floating around in there.)

The Important Bits

The Inciting Post: Version 1, Version 2

Payment: Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide. No Cost Too High. Aftermath.

Purple: Friendship, Promises, Story Role

Teeth

Baby Teeth, Dear Diary, A Choice, A Decision, A Consequence

Welcome Home

The Basement

The Call, Deep Dark, Bloodroot

Skin

Scars, Discoloration, Unfamiliarity, pain, Not A Choice, Love, Fear

Bundle Up

(ooc note here about the Fear poll, if the glitch fixes itself sometime down the line)

The Garden

Orchid Update! Flowers, Reminders, O Mother, Deeper, Rewind

Eye

Retrograde, Communication, Dreams, Ticket, Questions (I, II, Eavesdropping, III, IV, V, VI, Rabbit), The Exit

I Hate This House Too

The Train

Hurricane Season, Malmo, Encounter, DEAL

Hair

Exit, Homing Dove, am i home yet? / Entry, Pathway

Threes(noncanon)

The House

dreaming

Supplementals

Don’t Look Down

Them ^-^

To Go Again

What Is A Malign?

Drip, Drip

This One Ask (read the garden first)

Her

Character Designs!

Looking Down

Epilogue

Fun Little Memes

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Venns Your Diagram

He's BACK IN THE STAIRCASE (ft an unrelated oc)

ah shit. ah fuck. purple's fucking dead

Gold Moment

You be slanging it?

(note that other people’s (@nzn43, @stick-named-figure, @bugsinspace, @sammy8d257 @luizastarry @itzcomedia @codexcracked) art and writing are linked in this post. i am in no way claiming them as my own, its just that the things other people have done for this au are relevant and cool and i want to include them. also parts of this au literally cease to make sense if i don’t include the stuff other people have contributed, and also, i really want to include it all because all of the art and writing is amazing and beautiful and wonderful and some of it is really really funny actually)

#animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #alan becker #avm au #ava au #original posting #wishing well au #bookmark

[stillness138]

Since there won't be any more expansions (and i'm a chronic procrastinator), i updated my personal top 10 Gwent card arts into a top 20, including the few sets that came since then and shuffling things around a bit.

It's a long one, hence the cut.

Personal top 20 Gwent card arts:

20: Bone Talisman by Bogna Gawrońska It's still the most festive looking thing i like. My beloved blue-and-bright red fidget spinner. I really can't explain my weird attachment to it any other way; i generally tend to like the item arts, maybe it's the collector brain, maybe it's because after Homecoming and most of the expansion sets since later 2019 onwards, these base set trinket adjacent arts became more prominent to me among a lot of new, more dramatic and bleak character and scenery art.

19: Ceremonial Dagger by Katarzyna Bekus The entire set of strategem arts from Merchants of Ofir is honestly packed, but the dagger is the one i found myself putting in my in-game profile the most. Maybe it's the item hoarder brain again, maybe it's the color scheme i find relatable if that makes sense, most likely it's the premium helping a bunch to make that choice too. The background weirdly fascinates me. Does it have anything to do with The Spiral? I have never attempted to really assign any logical meaning to the strategem arts, they're clearly more symbolic than anything, but it still makes you wonder.

18: Ard Gaeth by Katarzyna Bekus Somewhat related, here's another piece of wonky multiverse lore. And once again, it's the color that first grabs attention; the contrast of teal and this dusty red. Then one starts realizing the implied size and scope, the birds help with that, apart from being a cute composition detail. The shattery effect makes it look volatile, unstable, dangerous. Ominous. Which ultimately makes it fit with the rest of the Wild Hunt archetype in more than just lore.

17: Coup de Grâce by Lorenzo Mastroianni There are two wolves in me, one loves bright colors, the other actually enjoys a lot of the bleaker scenes. Although to be fair, Lorenzo Mastroianni is a big contributor to that. And it's no wonder, when he casually drops stuff like this. It's almost symbolic, lot less than strategems but certainly more than other, straightforward "war sucks" Gwent art. How do you visually represent something sad in a way that makes it hard to look away not just because of the tragedy but because of the beauty put into making that image? You ask Lorenzo Mastroianni, the modern classical artist, to do it.

16: Viper Witcher by Valeriy Vegera I once described Valeriy's art as "where Lorenzo uses a tight color palette, he uses every pencil in the case". This one is perhaps not as obvious an example, the whole piece has a very unified atmosphere especially from afar, but still, there are so many colors especially in textiles and skin. They're harder to register sometimes but it's how Valeriy does texture and shading. And somehow, he bridges the bleak and the colorful world too. Admittedly, this card also had to be here because mr. Viper is my son, and the voicelines are done by an actor with the nicest, smoothest bass i've heard since Peter Steele.

15: Naglfar's Crew by Anton Nazarenko I was surprised by how much i ended up liking this one. It's the implications, i think; enchanted to laboriously upkeep this monster of a ship, this 'and if you see it emerge from a breach in the sky, you know you're fucked' symbol of death and decay. It's dark in a way i find compelling, i guess.

14: Serpent Trap by Marta Dettlaff Back to the bright ones, i liked this art ever since i discovered it as Nature's Gift in post-Midwinter beta. The card saw play in Scoia'tael spell decks, and to me it became linked to Francesca Findabair for their shared spectral snake thing. But that all aside, the art is just so pretty. Vibrant, yet not oversaturated. And like the item arts, needed to balance out the cool and badass and the dramatic and tragic. Looking at it now, another point comes to mind; it's still grounded? The way Gwent art at large is grounded compared to other card games. Like it's not trying so hard (both this piece and the game's art in general). That's refreshing.

13: Chort by Bartłomiej Gaweł It reminds me of the first game's main menu. The Witcher 1 main menu is, to me, one of the most accurate representations of this universe, its atmosphere. Even if the "you kill cows, you get ambushed by the fucking baphomet" is a meme game mechanic, something about it is...witchery. Superstition, folk legends, and ultimately, monsters. Or that's my takeaway, anyway. But the Chort art, beside being on the more rare side in-game, has always weirdly drawn me in.

12. Oneiromancy by Lorenzo Mastroianni This was the Novigrad expansion key art before they turned it into a card, and i sure am glad they did. Lorenzo can get a bit weird, as a treat, someone said. Are they Condwiramurs and Corinne? Possibly! But i'll abstain from the schizo theories now. It's a gorgeous, well composed and executed surrealist piece. Inception if it had strong palpable atmosphere.

Denis Villeneuve > Christopher Nolan. but Lorenzo beats both

11: Funeral Boat by, you guessed it, Lorenzo Mastroianni One final yippee for the last card set. And my god it's beautiful. Tight composition can get surprisingly hard to coordinate and make decisions for, but this is so well-balanced. The left end of the boat is closer to the frame, but right side has the most noticeable color, the character's face, and of course the bird to even it out. As if to defend the title i gave him earlier, Lorenzo references Isle of the Dead in a way that, even if symbolic, fits into the universe perfectly. Someone stop me before i start rambling about similar concepts in different mythologies.

10: Dana Méadbh (now the token spawned by Call of Harmony) by Anna Podedworna The most famous Gwent artist enters the list. With a piece made around two, when you think about it very bold choices. The goddess of nature and life, glowing with inhuman light in a black and barren forest. Obscured by thin, bare tree trunks. But to make her emerge and stand out, that was necessary. And it's working wonders. A lot of the Scoia'tael faction is obviously green, all kinds of green, but even a simple choice like making it pop out of black makes the card art stand out among others.

9: Circle of Life by Oleksandr Kozachenko It has everything i usually look for in Gwent art; nature, color, atmosphere. A certain tranquility, perhaps. A little bit of story - the orange badge is the Kerack coat of arms. It's that environmental storytelling thing gamers keep talking about, complementing the character and faction drama of the rest of its card set.

There's a slightly changed, extended version, too, and somehow it's even better.

8: Gezras of Leyda by Bogdan Rezunenko As much as i tend to dunk on Bogdan for having played Blasphemous once and making it his entire personality, Gezras is easily the best school founder card art of the set. Once again, the choice to have these prominent arts on the more symbolic side paid off, and the result is a stalking nocturnal animal out for revenge, backed by a giant image of what simultaneously did him irrepairable harm and gave him the means to defend himself. The premium doesn't disappoint either.

7: Rioghan the Undying by Daniel Valaisis To nobody's surprise, the atmosphere, once again, got me hooked. I love the cold color, the dramatic flow, the big imposing silhouette of a ship in the background. Poor boy is the picture of misery. It's pure melancholy (something not that common in the Skellige faction by the way, which is a point in favor of Funeral Boat too), that i, of course, am inevitably drawn to.

he's just like me fr...

6: Witches' Sabbath by Michal Lisowski Did i craft this card already or not? The realist's complaint towards near-greyscale card art. I share this sentiment, if only for the comedy of it, but with a few notable exceptions, and this piece is the main one. The Robert Eggers comparisons were made already i'm sure, but it really is a take on the last good Witcher 3 quest with a dramatic, more dreamy, or you could say cinematic quality ramped up to 11. Gone is the fanservice present in the game and the unnecessarily grotesque depictions of fatness of other parts of this card set, and what remains is a beautiful, ominous callback to folklore and classical art.

5: Tinboy by Valeriy Vegera This is a baroque painting. The drama. Tinboy doesn't take that scarf off, ever. And here this poor soul is, their last will to live dragging it off him. On purpose? On accident? Probably both. The pattern marking Tinboy as a gang member staining with blood of a victim, something something symbolism. All in Valeriy's signature 'which pencil should i pick up next' style. Underrated piece.

4: Lara Dorren by Toni Muntean They finally got our girl. And once again, despite heartbreak, it's gorgeous. Soft, sweet colors with a necessary hint of melancholy (the lighting suggests it's sunset?), and a pure, painted quality without the need for texture assets. A scene like this is better left a comparatively simple and laid back tribute. Beyond the technicalities, i also really, really applaud Toni for the outfit design. This is the Aen Elle princess, dressed well but for the weather. And the fact her mostly blue clothes with yellow sleeves mirror Cregennan's yellow jerkin with blue details, and her red brooch above the heart might, beside contrasting with the blue, very well reflect his fatal wounds... well. As much as death on card art isn't always done the best, Lara is represented together with that which mattered to her the most. Despite being categorized among the Wild Hunt, she remains herself.

3: Lydia van Bredervoort by Igor Klymenko The joy i felt when this was the art of Lydia they managed to get into the game. It's easily one of the best contest pieces and on par with the best Gwent has to offer - it has mood, and that ever present air of groundedness, realism, and in that, unfortunate tragedy. But similarly to Lara, it shows Lydia being her own person; doing what she loved and was good at without sight of Vilgefortz despite her being known as his ever loyal assistant. Likewise, it doesn't sensantionalize her condition, but references it in a subtle, tasteful, and even clever way. I also love her dress and the overall color palette. Igor understood.

2: Eldain by Anna Podedworna Couldn't help it, this asshole has me in chokehold and he's enjoying it. In my defense, this piece highlights everything Anna is known for, because she's damn good at it. Incredibly sharp main subject of the piece contrasted against a blurry background, which allows for insane details like the strings extending from the top of the lute. To add more fun to it, Eldain isn't even in the absolute foreground, but the piece is still composed smart, so he remains the main focus. His silly red collar on mostly green helps. On top of all that, the art tells a little story, something Anna often does too, and in this case it delightfully sums Eldain up. It's also the best premium in the game.

look at his little red ears from sitting against the sun aww

Honorable mention: Lake Guardian by Anton Nazarenko Like the following #1, this card has sentimental value to me as my second card reveal and artwork i made my best emote of. It was a perfect match, bird gals and all. It's a Sirin, bringing in a more obscure but not unwelcome mythology reference to the universe. And I love her vibrant, marble-like eyes.

1: Dol Blathanna Sentry by Lorenzo Mastroianni ...remains my favourite card art since that fateful day sometime in January 2018. I was just discovering what there was to know about Witcher, downloading Gwent in the first place out of need for more content as i was slowly reading through the first book. Gwent has done a lot to explore and build on this universe, and it has helped me contextualize a lot of things early on. I remember scrolling through the deckbuilder, seeing this art, and being struck by its mood, this aura of secret and wonder. "Oh, so this is what Dol Blathanna looks like..." It's quintessential older Lorenzo. Very much admitted brush work, fog, tight color palette. The little specks of blue in flowers and face paint work just right. Maybe it's a reference to Arthurian myth and Avalon, maybe to Greek myth and Hades, or maybe, as is often the case and was the case later (or earlier in this list), both. It spoke to me and my sense of wonder back then. It speaks to me when i search for comfort now.

now, time to tear Karol Bem to shreds in the top 20 least favourites xd

#shut up elis #the witcher #gwent: the witcher card game #fingers crossed tungle doesn't obliterate the links

[thefirstknife]

Season of the Deep cutscene reveals

I don't even know how to begin this but oh my god. The cutscene. The origins of the Witness. I am absolutely on the floor right now. I will post the link as soon as we have it but until then, I'll try to do it justice with screenshots. This is absolutely groundbreaking for the whole setting. I'll put it under just in case (also it's long). Seriously don't click until you watch the cutscene:

First things first, the prediction was correct! The first victims are the Witness' people!

This matches with the first message from Ahsa, about the first victims being "nomads and wanderers." They appear to have discovered the Traveler:

It's interesting how it's shown here. As if rising from the ground. Probably artistic visual to show that it gardens and transforms the earth around it, but maybe it might also be showing that this was the first spot it showed up to garden. As if it emerged here first. The rest of the cutscene seems to support that, given that the Pyramid ships did not exist before this so there was nothing to chase it. So it was either gardening before this without being chased or it never gardened before and this was the first place it touched as it spawned into the universe.

This matches the stuff about how they ended up getting to live in a big city in an oasis. The Traveler did for them it did for us, helping them get into a golden age. But as the messages from Ahsa said, they wanted something more from it, which isn't what the Traveler wanted to give them.

I love love LOVE how ominously it shows them building what would later become the Pyramid ships.

Man. Chills. And then their discovery of the Veil! Interesting information; they didn't make it or have it inately, they found it by studying the Traveler. This lends credence to Ahsa's messages where she talks about "two halves of a whole long divided" as being about the Traveler and the Veil.

They went out to find and take the Veil, which they did. The Black Fleet already fully developed. It's interesting how the Veil is show up there without the Tree of Silver Wings/roots section.

Super cool stuff about how they got to perceive the Light as negative:

They already knew much about the Light. How it could bend the laws of the universe and create life. But they came to realise that it could bring ruin... just as easily. The cosmic events it set in motion could wipe out entire civilisations in a heartbeat... without reason. And so they saw the Light not as a source of prosperity... but of unfettered chaos.

This fits with how the Unveiling describes the Gardener deciding to pursue complexity and the Winnower being entirely put off by the mere idea that things could grow to be complex, uncontrollable and chaotic:

Your new rule will only make great false cysts of horror full of things that should not exist that cannot withstand existence that will suffer and scream as their rich blisters fill with effluent and rot around them, and when they pop they will blight the whole garden. Whatever exists because it must exist and because it permits no other way of existence has the absolute claim to existence. That is the only law.

This side of the Darkness philosophy despises chaos. It despises the idea that everything can develop as it wants, that there's no order, no goal, no rules, nothing special to strive for, just free will and your own choices. It seems that the Witness' people came to this conclusion too as they delved into studying the Darkness and started regarding the Light as too chaotic and without rules to follow. Without rules, there is no way to control anything and things can go in directions you can't predict which deeply troubled them. That means that anything could happen, including entire civilisations being destroyed for "no reason." Talk about an existential crisis.

The object in the top left corner showed up as they mentioned the Veil which seems to imply that this is their symbol for it and it's really really good because that's the symbol we know from Rhulk's Pyramid:

Here it is looming over Lubrae; is the Veil responsible for the power the Witness used over Rhulk and for Rhulk which led to Rhulk rising as a disciple and destroying Lubrae?

Darkness is described as:

And then The Woman :) with the text as she appears and gets sliced:

And in the Darkness they found the means to carve away the chaos of existence. To calcify it into a final shape. Eternal... and perfected.

Much to think about what the statue means now. I'll have to rewatch this and everything about it a few more times. But after this detour, it's revealed that the Witness' people returned the Veil to the Traveler and tried making a connection, just like at the end of Lightfall, in order to "reshape reality itself." Big potential implications for the portal:

But the Traveler said no and left. And then it happened.

Having witnessed the truth in the Darkness, they used its binding power to merge themselves... into the salvation they craved. Thus began the Witness's pursuit... its campaign to impose meaning on a meaningless universe.

The reason the Witness has a smoke filled with faces above its head is beacuse that's all of the Witness' people merged together into one being, eternally in pursuit of the Traveler (Gardener), to "reshape reality itself" and to "impose meaning on a meaningless universe."

There are a few very grim scenes of the merging which shows a lot of of dismembered bodies in the shape of a triangle just piling up and then something akin to their essences being pulled into one to create the Witness. Incredible stuff.

Wildest shit I've ever seen. Seems also like we're on a good track with the general theme the game is setting up here. The Darkness is a power of the mind and consciousness and was used to create this being. They learned so much about the Darkness by studying the Veil and the Veil is inextricably linked with the mind and consciousness as well. Its link with the Traveler could, apparently "reshape reality" which, again, interesting implications for the portal now and possibly strengthening my theory that in order to enter the portal and survive, we must get in by transferring our consciousness or perhaps merging our consciousness with something.

Still much to learn about! And we might, given that Sloane has told us that Ahsa and her bond became too weak for Ahsa to also tell us how to get through the portal, but that she will be ready to say more next time.

This season might actually end with telling us how to go through, which I did not expect at all since we have two more seasons to go after that. But then again, this will be just in time for us to be ready for the August The Final Shape showcase; perhaps knowing how to get through and what's on the other side are the basic necessities to understand the showcase at all. Which might mean that getting through and knowing what's on the other side aren't even close to being the biggest mysteries of what's going to happen in TFS.

Absolutely insane. I will be rewatching this cutscene on repeat until the end of my days. I will never be a normal person again after this. So much stuff to think about and try to put into place now with this hindsight. I'll definitely be looking over some stuff again now that we have this information.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #season of the deep #season of the deep spoilers #witness #the veil #traveler #ahsa

[kittydragondraws]

Dead End

panic attack ensues

rambles under cut

Ads... bootiful

more... waiting

ooh thing happened and it hurts

Nice... beach

aww look at those cubicle

GIRLS

TWINS????

LIVE LADIES LIVE

DINOSAUR

AAAAAAAAH

NO HER BUFFERING FRIEND

BEAUTIFUL GIRLIES

no trauma D:

WHAT THEY CAN DO THAT

FNaF?

ice stance

AWW HE'S BIG!

WHAT THE HELL THEY'RE FRIENDLY

WAMMANA HUH

DOLL JUST DIPPER

OOOUGH ATTACK

SHE FALLIN

WAIT THEY'RE AWARE OF CYN?

omg uzi's so cute

oof ominous face

teaser image :D

how did they not get hurt by the fall

UZI HAS CONTROL OF HER SOLVER FORM

aww they're bird people

N's so silly

claws...

CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES

on the other hand male dd references :]

OH THAT'S WHY IS SAID DON'T LOOK

omg tessa's so cute

NO BABY GIRL

why didn't she fight

oh mah gosh no child

COWBOY BABY MENT SOMETHING

WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL

WHAT IS THIS THING

SPIDER BOY

oh my she's kinda coot actually

darkness woman

did that say sister?

oh my god this chick feral

haha magnet

wow she axin

sentinels...?

OH MAH GAH SHE HAS ANTLERS

SHE FRRAL

bro really said valuable

just an oven...

oh my goodness UZI

ooh the w word

NORI WHAT THE HELL

why is tessa there

aww mamby what the hell

why is he not afraid?

oh my god are we gonna get like 100 more worms

oh wow she repaired herself

this chick kinda cool

liam and his wendigos

oh good they live

is this just torture?

haha i'm scared

bot went 0.0

...and uzi?

he siad it haha

wht the hell was on that screen

wait i just realized her eyes are orange, Teacher

woah they look kinda coot

she's just enjoying this

AAAAAAAAAAGH

wait so earth is gone?

so uzi wil die, okay

oh my helling gosh nah

why is she insane

oh no uzi

cowboy baby feels remorse

flashbaning her wont work scrub

httyd moment lol

BLOOOODD

dingoHUMANNA ALLANAH FITZGERALS GO AWAY

oh no stuff is happening

no not cool girl

they're sounds are nice

wll he's gone

haha v

UUUUUHM

CYN

ABS

WHATEVER

STOP IT

UZI'S OKAY RIGHT

wakey wakey....

human blood :D

baby girl

i cannot breathe

they're gonna reactivate

why u red boy

this music kinda nice ngl

i regret every fanfic i've ever watched

bro this song slaps

it's like opera

hehe hiding

my hand is shaking lalala ha ha ha

WAIT WHAT DID HIS SCREEN SAY

DOOOOOOOLO NOOOOOO DOOOOOLLLL NOOOOOOOO DOOOOOL

meh

OH MY GOD THE HORROS

i love her accent

awwwwwww hand holding

noooooo.... YAS

these two are so dumb

guns brandished lady

OH MY GOSH TESSA

oh good god doll is okay

wow she kinda cool

GET OUTTA HERE SENTINELS THIS AIN'T YOUR PLACE

why must they sound so gosh darn cute

WHAT DOES RED MEAN IS DOLL IN CONTROL

my god the boss fight begins

FINGERS DON'T BEND LIKE THAT

these things smart

v gto the killer reflexes frfr

glasses woman :D

N NO

aww she swore

if v dies i'm so gonna cry

smart is the new cool

not the actual hell woman

NONONONONONNO

THIS GOD

I HATE THIS ABSOLUTE FUCKING SHOW

I HATE YPOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

#kitty's kooky insane ramblings #murder drones #murder drones episode six #murder drones episode 6 #murder drones dead end #dead end #episode six #episode 6 #spoilers #murder drones spoilers

[seishiroses]

All of Nagi's cosmic aura moments from the Episode Nagi trailer! ⬇️

(Nagi's aura colours have always made me so curious so a few thoughts on that and the animation in general.)

1. Hakuho vs Aomori Dadada

I'm very excited to see this match animated as we can assume it's the first time he's playing in a high stakes faceoff (if we cross out that in-house volleyball game from his light novel anyway). This shot looks good to me and it's interesting that there's this dark aura around him but it's not quite as vivid as it becomes in blue lock.

2. Hakuho vs. Aomori Dadada

I have to say I like this image way better in the manga than here. Similarly to the previous frame, the aura flare in his eye here is not as vivid as the other one we see later in the trailer.

2. Blue Lock First Selection (Team V)

This shot is where the aura colours really start to pop and take on the cosmic hue that the author has mentioned in interviews. I'm excited to see if there's a certain point at which this happens.

3. Conversation with Ego before entering Blue Lock

Chronologically this happens before the previous aura moment in the trailer. This is a super important moment in the manga since it's the first time we see Nagi's skull aura and it also captures how self aware and confident he is of his abilities (or a superiority complex if you prefer). This looks quite similar to the manga panel. The blue, white, black and purple shades merging into each other make this frame very ominous since we don't quite know at this point in the story how dangerous of a player he is (unless we have watched the anime/read the main manga of course!)

4. Blue Lock First Selection Team V

Honestly, I don't like this shot at all. We can see the aura colours are strong but the aura itself could be a lot better animated and blended in. But sometimes they do put half done shots in trailers so I'll be crossing my fingers anyway (This is just a little criticism as an avid anime watcher, not like I'd be able to animate any of this stuff).

5. Blue Lock First Selection (Team V)

I think this shot is way better. The aura colours look beautiful and really bring out his eyes against all the white/light colours around them. They definitely convey the idea of an "awakening".

6. Hakuho (last shot of the trailer)

I loved that this shot ended the trailer! It looked very cool (any shot of Nagi kicking a ball is automatically very cool imo) and while this does not have the cosmic aura it does have this dark misty black around him which looks equally great I think. (I wonder if there's any truth to his aura getting darker and darker over time since his character colour is black but that's just me thinking out loud I guess.)

And that's all of them.

I know there are already very compelling theories around how the skull aura has been changing and what it means based on how Nagi's ego has been evolving/devolving over time and it might be obsessive to look super closely at the animation to find more clues. But also, this is a character who is still searching for his true ego/motivation over 250ish whole chapters of the main manga so how can you not. (Also I LOVE NAGI and it's just fun that is enough reason ok now I'm just talking to myself...I mean I'm always doing that...)

#nagi seishiro #episode nagi #epinagi movie #skull aura #blue lock #animation #haven't done a long post in a while #the theme song is so good oml

[britcision]

So this is pretty much what it looks like when I’m world building with the partner

————

Partner: so I want Evil Tony Stark to have this magic painting of a door that opens into a dark little room to keep my boy in when he’s naughty or inconvenient

Me: oh yes very good. And it’s not like the frame is the door, you open the painting of the door into another dimension

Partner: yeah he’s gotta be able to take it away with him so he can have it on command 😈

Me: okay so how I think this works is he paints the room inside it first to make the interdimensional space, and then paints the door closed over it, so he can paint whatever he wants in the room 🤔

Partner: oh yeah that’s cool, so he can put furniture or a happy little tree in 😋

Me, suddenly vibrating: okay but no he actually paints a Happy Little Tree and it’s just a tree in the corner of this completely dark room that just giggles softly all the time 🫠

Partner: …. And we tell the party as a joke the first time about this old cell the boy was in with a happy lil tree 😏

Me: and then we don’t say anything for like 2 years and then one of them gets put in the dark room and they just hear giggling 🤩

————

Or

————

Partner: okay so Evil Tony Stark mostly uses constructs and stuff for servants so we’ll put the Robotery in the basement for those 🤖

Me: okay, and when y’all go back to the abandoned mansion do you want there to be one left behind? 🙂

Partner: fuck yeah and the boy knows all of them he loves little creatures (and the house mimics) 🥰

Me: and since the boy was intentionally left behind, this is probably a construct that was doing something related to him so it’s probably reasonably aesthetic, yea? Like feeding him or dressing him up? 😇

(The boy was being kept as a pet by Evil Tony Stark because he glows for Fey Reasons and was pretty literally a living sculpture for 11 years and they did not exactly worry about the “living” part much)

Partner: yeah, if Evil Tony Stark is gonna see it around it’s gotta be aesthetic ✨

Me: so you find this cute sweet little construct friend and then you go a little further into the room and just see hundreds of partially or fully deconstructed bodies of this exact little guy and most of them are just minorly different aesthetics because Evil Tony Stark just trashes them when he wants a new look

Also one is still just barely alive and that’s because it’s one of the ones with a person’s soul bound to it and they’ve just been cuddling in the dark for months since they were abandoned 🥰

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This just happens in the winter okay I become Extremely Fucking Ominous for literally no reason and then it’s Horror Time

Most of our world building is him making cool and interesting places and characters and then me sneaking in sideways like “hey what if they’re also super fucked up 👀”

And to be fair he loves it and he always says yes please and helps me fuck them up more

Anyway we laid the groundwork for Lord Meldacio’s mansion today that the party are gonna get to in a couple weeks and I had so much fun this guy is the fucking bomb

#big gay dnd problems #pasha’s paw patrol #lord meldacio #he was already such a bad guy #and then i got my nasty little fingers into his house #and now it’s a full psychological horror show xoxoxo #the party love my traps #they almost never kill anyone #they just… incapacitate you 🥰 until someone comes to get you 🥰 #edgelords always got some variations on ‘oh i was recreationally tortured i bet i recognise these tools’ #and then i gotta ask them ‘well did you have your skull opened for brain seasoning? can you still move independently?’ #and suddenly they are real quiet and very happy not to know what the tools are #i’m english okay we went to real torture dungeons in real castles on the weekend #if your evil cult wanted you physically capable of moving ever again it really limits the torture options #they also underestimate psychological horrors 🥰 #i live in constant pain. pain isn’t scary #and our edgelords are always so happy when i give them a lil spare psychological torture as a treat 🥰

[a-s-levynn]

oooooohhh i would love to see more from this light art museum you went to👀

Ooooh okay okay, i'll put a few snippets under the cut here! I don't have much context for these as i've said, because i have not photographed the info pads.

Sadly tumblr only allows one video per post so i have to figure out something.

Okay so this was the very first thing that greeted us. This red column was slowly pulsating with a rithm of very slow breaths and it was almost pitch black around it so it was definitely an opening experience:

The museum takes space in an old market so the old stalls create the walls and hallwas. It is so cool. The picture doesn't really reflect it, but it was so dark. It was an interesting experience for sure.

This was at the end of it:

This room was very interesting. The light were vibrating in a way that simulated movements of a beehive.

This was just a very cool installation but it is kind of ominous, and i liked it a lot:

This was an interesting one! The colours changed from red to blue in a loop but the little pedestal you can barely see in front of it had a sensor. And if you had your hand 15 cm or above it you could manipulate a beam of light into the installation. It was so fun!

This was a simulation of a star dyieng and being born in a loop. I have a video, i'll try to post it in a separate post

And staying on theme, this is definitely one of the coolest ones.

This i remember. It was supposed to evoke the destruction and birth of galaxies. I couldn't capture the entire loop but i have a good chunk of it here:

I'll share a 2 or 3 more videos soon, i'll tag you under them if you'd like (and anyone who is interested, pls let me know) because i there was some cool and pretty stuff there.

I want to go back once more before the exhibition is closed but we'll see. But i'm definitely seeing the next one they make as well!

#levynn answers #light art museum

[iocainesmoothie]

Been playing ffxiv, paid to skip HW but really enjoyed stormblood, saw emet-selch for the first time.

I'm very impressed that his first introduction to the player was to be shot and rag dolled down the stairs, it immediately differentiates him from the other ascians who just say ominous and vague nonsense that never amounts to anything. It was almost more sinister, because it really illustrates the point that the ascians are noncorporeal horrors piloting a meat puppet.

Also very minor detail but I noticed even back in stormblood, instead of writing a boring talk quest as "go talk to so-and-so", instead they say "go meet SOMEONE at such-and-such place". Like it's so very minor, but instead of straight up telling me who you're going to meet they just sorta hint and say how excited that person is to see you again.

Mechanically it's the exact same boring quest format, and maybe I don't otherwise even care about that character, but even that tiny bit of speculating who it is and the implication that they have any kind of emotional response AT ALL is already elevating the writing.

I get the majority of quest text boils down to telling the player to go to X or talk to Y or collect Z and there's only so many ways to do that, and clarity of communication is always top priority, but in something long format like an mmo where the player has likely plugged in a hundred hours already you can kinda assume they've been trained to expect a certain order of events and can play with the format a bit.

Also the last duty of sb was one of those "everyone shows up at the big battle as npcs and cheers at you to go on to the big boss while they hold back reinforcements" fights and it's very anime but honestly it always works on me.

Been leveling up dark knight, but I bought the level 80 warrior boost because I hate playing with other people and I wanted to solo a bunch of the main scenario raids instead of queueing. Also I'm playing dark knight because aesthetics, and tanking for a group is too much responsibility for me.

Honestly dk kinda sucks compared to paladin and warrior, way less mitigation and self healing, and though it feels like I'm doing more damage it's still not as much as a pure dps.

Also bought a bunch of clothes on the shop in a moment of weakness, but now my outfit is so cool I don't want to change into anything else! And I kinda miss wearing vanilla gear and seeing your outfit change as you pick up upgrades. Oh well atleast I'm cute and it avoids those awkward moments when a piece from a new set doesn't fit with your current fit.

Ffxiv clothing designs are so gorgeous, even the shitty low-level vanilla garbage is kinda cute. Ppl who buy store stuff obviously look good but I have way more respect for the glamours I see where people just got really creative with in-game items. The graphics are like 10 years out of date but the hair and clothes and faces are still miles better than some of biowares stuff (guys I love you I'm on your side let's figure this out you can't just make everyone bald)

Also I've noticed the cuts scene cameras do a trick anime does a lot to cut down animation costs, the framing and panning and angles do a LOT of the work when they otherwise can't get these limited models to emote that much. Or else they just fully cut away and let a sound effect imply an action took place and your brain just fills in the difference.

Anyway I'm addicted and am probably wasting a lot of time on things I should be doing instead but it's nice to have something to hyper fixate on for a while, and I haven't even started SB or EW and I've heard they're both life changing so maybe I'll just glut myself until I've wrung all the dopamine I can out of it.

Also I've realized there is such a jump in writing quality in SB that I'm only really emotionally attached to lyse and hien and the general, the rest of the scions are all kind of... idk unlikable?? They're all the same kind of snarky but not really funny, and speak intelligently but not really with any character or having much to say. Allisae being maybe the exception but I feel like she doesn't get much screen time compared to her brother.

It was very touching that she's the tough prickly one, but very honestly tells you she feels alone and sadly asks you not to leave her in a moment of vulnerability before the fight where she reaches for your hand desperately before her soul is teleported away. Like damn yeah this is manipulative but you got me! I'm invested now!

Also that little crystal cat boy was in arr and I never finished/paid attention to his quest line so idk how he ended up i SB, guess I'll find out.

#playing ffxiv #just dumping my thoughts

[peachiebeann]

Lovesick (Villain!All Might x OC)

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@huicitawrites here you go!~

This will also be on Wattpad!! I will likely not post every part here, but I will definitely be linking them!

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Obsessed was probably an understatement. He was far more intense than even the most diehard fans out there.

He was devoted to this woman, she was his everything.

Rhed, the Panda Hero.

He had met her once before.. and she was even prettier in person. Strong, too.

He had robbed a bank that day, and was so very close to getting away with his earnings.. before she stepped in.

He could have easily won that fight singlehandedly. But he was captivated the moment he laid eyes on her. He wouldn't dare hurt her.

Her adorable red panda form, her breathtakingly stunning features, her graceful mannerisms.. he loved it all. He would spend hours watching news clips and interviews galore. But seeing her in person, let alone using her strength on HIM, was a sight to behold.

So he played nice. He played nice and he let himself be arrested.

While he sat in jail, however, he had a thought.

He wouldn't let this meeting go to waste. He had waited for over a year to finally see her.. but what if he could see her.. every day? What if he could wale up every morning and see her beautiful face next to him?

Why not just.. make that happen?

All Smite sat in his dark cell, beginning to grin like a madman as his eyes widened in inspiration.

"I'm coming for you, My Sweet Little Panda...not to worry. Life will be so

much better once you're in my arms.." He rumbled to himself, beginning to chuckle.. and then laugh as he laid back on his metal sleeping cot. With his hands behind his head, he closed his eyes with a blissful smile.

For he would need as much rest as he

could before he could put his plan into action.

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He found her. He couldn't believe it, it was really her again. And she looked just as perfect as before.

She was sitting in a news booth, getting ready to film a live interview. He wanted to storm in there and shoo the makeup artists away.. she looked just as beautiful without it. But Smite growled to himself, knowing he had to be patient and wait.

He would wait until they started filming.. and then jump in to rescue her. He knew how much she hated interviews, especially on the news like this. Once she was with him, she wouldn't have to ever worry about this stuff ever again.. her life is going to be so perfect and peaceful. He couldn't wait to have his lover in his arms at long last.

He stared through the window with the other fans, adjusting his gas mask. He was genuinely surprised at how stupid some of these civilians were. He was just openly standing there in his villain getup and not one person thought anything of it. Maybe they thought he was a new hero of some kind? Though with all the ominously long spikes on his mask and shoulder pads, that theory likely should have been null and void. One idiot even commented that he looked cool.

Soon enough, the interview started and Smite watched, just in pure shock for a few moments. She was in her half-panda form, which she didn't show as often as the full panda or her human form. Though.. He didn't like the fact that the interviewer was a male. And that he kept scooting so close to Hei like that. His little Hei.

And then it happened. He touched her. The interviewer took Hei's furred hand and seductively ran his hand up her arm. It drove Smite crazy. He began to shake as he balled his hands into fists.

Wait. Wait. WAIT.

He couldn't do it. He stepped away from the window to initiate his plan. He needed to save her from that disgusting hog of a man.

He approached the exit door at the back of the building, simply kicking it in, though it did take a few tries. The loud banging did indeed spook Hei and her anxiety spiked slightly.

Smite, now in the building, looked around for the filming room. He made sure to punch a few ginormous holes in the walls and make as much loud noise as possible. Once he found the room, he was swarmed by security, which he very easily flung off of him before punching his whole fist through the metal door.

Hei, now shaking with immense anxiety, jumped up from her seat. "What's going on?!" She asked, quickly kicking off her heels.

Once the door had been ripped off completely, Smite reared it back and threw it in the direction of the interviewer that touched her arm, hitting him with it.

Hei stood took a few steps back as the massive villain approached her. Her hands were up in a fighting stance, but one could tell by the look on her face, she was petrified. "Who are you?!" She asked.

Smite stopped in front of her, crouching to one knee (although he was still WAY bigger and taller than she was) and gently brushing his knuckles against her cheeks. "I've come to save you, Angel..." He spoke.

His mask obviously had a voice changer of some sort, his voice coming out much deeper than normal.

"S-save me..?" Hei asked softly, her hands now clutching at the collar of her dress.

Smite gently cupped her cute round face before standing and approaching the interviewer, who was struggling to get up from under the door. Smite kicked the door to the side, reaching down to grab the man by his throat.

He lifted him into the air and began to squeeze. When the man began gasping for air, Hei grabbed at Smite's arm. "Stop!! Let him go!!" She tried climbing on his arm, but he simply grabbed her with his other arm, setting her on the ground. Trying to physically force this man to do anything at all was pointless. She needed someone that was at least remotely close to being his height and weight, which she obviously was not.

"I would kill you.. but the world is watching. And I only have about 3 minutes to spare before the cops arrive. So I'll leave you with a warning." Smite squeezed even harder, watching the man struggle to breathe and grasp at his massive hand.

"If you lay a finger on her ever again, I won't be as merciful next time." With that, Smite dropped the suffocating man on the ground and turned, snatching Hei up into his arms and bursting through the large window to make a run for it.

The sirens grew louder, but Smite was way ahead of them. He had meticulously planned every single aspect of his plan. And unless some freakish thing happened, he wasn't going to get caught.

He stopped in an alleyway, quickly charging up before moon jumping up onto the building and escaping that way.

Hei, obviously not wanting to fall and die from this height, clutched onto him as she turned back to her human form. "Where the hell are you taking me?!! Let me go!!" She hissed at the man, who kept his gaze straight ahead. He was far beyond the cops on foot, now he just needed to escape the helicopters and he would be home free.

Or..

Smite skidded to a stop and set Hei down. "Get behind me." He commanded, pulling a pistol from his belt and aiming at the helicopter blades. "No!! I don't take orders from a vill-" "I SAID GET BEHIND ME."

He hadn't even finished his sentence before Hei followed his orders in a snap. He fired a few times, managing to destroy the blades of one chopper. As the aircraft went crashing down, Smite turned to focus on the other helicopter behind him.

A glint flashed in his eye as he noticed his little Hei running towards the chopper as it lowered to pick her up.

He snarled, making a mad dash for her.

Hei reached out, nearly ready to jump.. and a massive tricep snaked around her waist, yanking her back.

"No..!" She covered her face as Smite took a few shots and destroyed that helicopter as well.

Once they were alone, Smite set his gun back in his waistband and took out something else. "I don't want you to hurt yourself, Angel.. it's for your own good." He panted, pinning Hei to the ground with one hand. "What are you talking about..? Get away from me!!" She tried to fight against him. Her blood ran cold as she felt cold metal around her wrist and she heard that familiar clicking. He was handcuffing her!!

"Let me GO!! You sick bastard!!" She thrashed even harder as Smite forced her other wrist into the cuffs. "AAH!! They're tight, you asshole!!" Hei hissed, being picked up by him.

Smite gently brushed her hair from her face, cupping her cheeks in his massive hands. "They're not tight, Dear. Maybe if you'd be obedient, I wouldn't have to restrain you this way. I'm sorry, Angel." He told her, leaning down to gently hoist her over his shoulder, careful that she didn't get pricked on any of the spikes on his outfit.

He still had to be relatively quick about getting Hei to his place. If he lingered too long, she would calm down and be able to shift into her panda form. Which.. he could still absolutely overpower physically, but it would be more of a hassle.

Lightly bouncing her to adjust her position, Smite was off, still leaping from building to building until he neared his apartment.

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He actually lived in a pretty nice and spacious apartment. Likely not what one would expect from a villain.

Closing the door behind him, Smite gently set Hei on the floor, giving her head a soft ruffle as he walked further into the house to undress.

Hei, still shaking and slightly dirtied from their journey here, just stood in place. This place could have been booby trapped, there was no way she was setting a foot anywhere.

She whimpered and looked around like a lost puppy. This guy wasn't planning on keeping her, right? She would much prefer to just be killed outright.

Smite returned to her, maskless and shirtless with a small key in his hand.

It's safe to say that Hei... probably wasn't expecting to see a fairly attractive, blond haired, blue eyed man under there. He had two long, slightly krinkled strands that framed his face, one of which tucked behind his ear.

"Come here, Angel. Let me get those off you and patch up your injuries." His voice at a normal pitch now, he sat on the couch and beckoned for her to come closer.

She didn't move, only staring directly at him in resistance. Smite sighed and leaned back, exposing his abs to her. "It's either you come here and let me get those off, or you can keep them on and continue to hurt yourself." His brows furrowed.

Still not an inch. Leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling as he mumbled to himself, Smite stood up. "Sweetheart. Look, when I tell you to do something, it's for your own good. Not mine." He approached her, crouching to one knee and spinning her around to unlock the handcuffs. "So it's in your best interest to listen to me. Refusal only makes this harder for you. Do you understand me?" He asked, spinning the cuffs around his finger.

Hei turned back to face him, staring at the surroundings behind him. Those were some pretty big windows.. she could smash through those.. or maybe pick the lock on the front door-

Her thoughts were interrupted by the man cupping her chin. "Use your big girl words, Princess."

"Fuck you."

Smite snickered, letting her face go before roughly grabbing her arm and yanking her towards the couch. "You've only been here 5 minutes and you're already pissing me off. That language will not be tolerated, Angel." He sat down, setting her over his lap and hiking her skirt up. One hand on her back kept her from thrashing while the other reeled back slightly for a swift spank.

Hei squealed, digging her claws into his leg as she tried to escape his death grip. And for that, she received yet another spank. "Apologize. Now." Smite ordered, glaring down at her.

She had no choice. He would continue if she didn't. "I-i'm sorry, please! Stop!"

His spanking stopped. He sat her up, gently pulling her skirt down and looking over her. "Have you learned your lesson? Use your words." He asked, resting his huge hands over her hips. Though barely audible, Hei responded. "..yes."

"See? Wasn't so hard, now was it? Now.. I'd like you to see your room. I think you'll really like it." Smite stood up, carrying her with a hand on her still stinging bum.

In all reality, what could she do? What could Hei really do to escape? This man was probably twice, if not 3 times her height, about 10 times her size, and he could lift her above his head with one hand. The windows were thick and the only exit door was babyproofed. Sure, the windows could open, but not by very much at all. Even if she could hypothetically get out through the window, she was about 15 floors up, a fall that would absolutely kill her. She was still a quaking mess and her panda form, probably the one thing that could at least remotely fight against this beast of a man, was completely out of the question until she calmed down.

Smite entered the room, flicking on the lights and gently setting her on the ground. "Turn around whenever you're ready, Dear." He smiled warmly.

Hei took in a breath, slowly turning around.

The room was actually really well decorated. And to her liking as well. Almost as if he had known her and her tastes personally.

A huge bed, thick fluffy blankets, even a little area in the windowsill for her to sit. There were also plenty of massive gift bags on her bed… likely clothes, perfumes, and other miscellaneous stuff.

She stood, speechless for a moment before she felt a large finger scratching behind her ear. “What do you think?” Smite asked, lightly nudging her to walk forward. Hei flinched her head away from his scratches and stepped away from him, going to look in the bags.

When the hell did he have time to do all this if he was in jail just yesterday?

As she looked through the bags, she could hear his heavy boots approaching her from behind. “How did you get my hero suit..” Hei asked, now feeling VERY creeped out, if she wasn’t before.

Smite chuckled deeply. “That’s not important now, Angel.” He replied, now reaching down to feel her tail. “If you couldn’t tell, I’m a really big fan… I’d love to know absolutely everything about you.. whenever you’re comfortable telling me, of course.” He murmured huskily, wiggling and lightly bending her tail around curiously.

Hei very rudely reached back to snatch her tail from him, huffing as she continued to shuffle through the bags. While she had come to the conclusion that this man had been physically stalking her in order to take notes, she had to admit, he got her taste in clothing and decor perfectly.

“If that’s the truth, then the first thing you should know is that I bite when my boundaries are crossed. Don’t touch me again.” She snarkily replied, pushing the bag away and crossing her arms.

“It looks like someone needs another spanking, hm? Still not over your bratty attitude?” Smite asked, pushing her to bend over the bed. Hei shuffled, holding her hands over her ass to shield it. “No! Nono, I’m sorry!” Hei panicked. His hands were big, calloused, and they HURT.

Smite sighed, letting her go. “I don’t like having to hurt you like that, Angel. Please be more respectful to me.” He told her, looking over her face.

He knew that now, she was scared of him. But soon, she would come to love him just as much as he loved her. He reached out and brushed some hair from her face, gently pinching her cheek. “..You’ll understand in due time, Dear.”

Hei growled and flinched away again. “I want one of your shirts.” She mumbled. “Hm? My shirts?” Smite asked, tilting his head as he stared at her. He was honestly still a little stunned at himself. He really managed to pull this trick off and the prize was the love of his life standing in front of him. No other villain could say that they managed to kidnap a large hero like Hei.

“Of course, Angel. Come with me. I’ll run a nice bath for you so you can soak some of these bruises.” He told her, gently taking her right arm. When Hei flinched at the sudden movement, he raised a brow, looking down to her wrist.

“Oh.. Angel, you’ve hurt yourself..” He frowned, still eyeing it for any open wounds. When he saw there was none, he suspected the pain would obviously be coming from inside. She had likely, sprained, twisted, or even broken her wrist in her struggle to escape.

“I told you the handcuffs were too tight..!!” Hei barked, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to call him all sorts of derogatory names, but she knew this kinky fucker was looking for any reason possible to spank her again.

Completely ignoring her statement, Smite cupped her cheek, using his thumb to carefully wipe a tear. “Don’t cry, Darling… Tell me, how bad is the pain? 1 to 10.” He very carefully lifted her by her armpits, setting her onto the overly soft bed. Hei sniffled, using her non injured hand to wipe her face. Why was she even engaging with this man? HE was the reason her wrist was injured!

“Please.. just give me a shirt so I can go to bed… I don’t want a bath.” Hei responded, sniffling. “No can do. Come along. I’ll help you clean and get you a wrist brace.” Smite went to pick her up, but Hei snatched away. “I can walk.” She grumbled, hopping down and leaving the room.

Smite watched with a dreamy sigh, smiling softly. She was just so cute when she was cranky. He would feed her a luxurious dinner and send her off to bed with the biggest hugs and kisses. He wanted her to feel better and he was going to do everything in his power to make her happy. Because she deserved nothing but love and happiness.

#all might #villain all might #all might x oc #all might x reader #my hero academia #yandere all might x reader #yagi toshinori #mha toshinori #villain!all might #mha oc #mha oc x canon #mha fanfiction #mha all might

[vaniliens]

what do you like most about Juvia? and what's your favorite ship of Juvia (with someone?)

OHHH JUVIA... JUVIA.... I complain a lot about her, especially the way she's written post series 1 😭 I'm not a big fan of her obsession with Gray (& how that's her entire personality now 😨) BUT YEAH shes still one of my favorites;;;;;

It's mainly her idea / concept / potential that i fell in love with, which sadly never got explored much in the series, BUT here's a list of stuff I loved about her canonically in no particular order (+ the ships);

Her backstory and her arc during Phantom Lord. I lovee how her and Gray's fight was resolved, I'm so happy she finally got to see a clear and bright sky after YEARS of thinking she'll never see it because of how awfully she's been treated by people around her for something she couldn't control, I think it was beautiful!!! And she definitely deserved it!!!! I could relate to it a lot too 😭

She LOVES her friends as much as everyone else in FT does, it just doesn't seem like it because of her. Thing. With calling people her "love rival," at least before series 2. ->

The series' first ever unison raid being hers and Lucys??? ICONIC. I'M GOING TO BITE A TABLE. Her self sacrifice to get Cana out of Freed's jutsu shiki??? DEVASTATINGLY SWEET. Getting Gajeel to join her in Fairy Tail because she was worried he wouldn't find / be accepted in any other guild??? ALSO REALLY SWEET, GOD. Her team ups with Lisanna during Tenrou and Alvarez??? VERY CUTE 10/10 WE NEED MORE.

If it isn't obvious enough, she actually does have a really cute and funny character (As long as shes not doing anything relating to Gray for once)!!!! And I love that contrast between her new brighter and more cheery personality and her older, quiter and depressed one. Its really sweet. I love her character arc a lot ok. I love how she actually doesnt like swimming despite her element being water and how shes awful at baking!!!! Go girl!!! Give us nothing!!! I lovee how shes not above doing anything dumb with her friends (Like with Gajeel, especially) shes fun I miss her ☝️

Her design(s) ??? Have you seen her??? She's serving 24/7. A unique silhouette every time too. Phantom Lord fit? A slay, a definitive classic, love the europe-ness of it, really fits her constant rain thing she had going on. The teru teru bozu on her was adorable and sad at the same time. So good she came back to wearing it after Edolas Arc (this was apparently a warning). Her outfit once she joins Fairy Tail??? ADORABLE! THE DRESS WAS UNIQUE!! THE SHORT HAIR WAS A SLAY. I'd say it counts as a 'meaningful hair cut' even when we never got to see her cut it or why she did but narratively it did show that she was starting a new life 🫶 I dont think i need to say much about her fits after Tenrou, they look really good and comfy 😌 And I love her long hair too, not as much as her short hair but its cute how it kinda looks like water, intentional or not. Shes one of the few women in FT who hasn't come down with a nasty case of 'Mashima's Same Face Syndrome Post GMG' but she was still affected by it. Also i love her long boots and furs..

Phantom Lord Juvia was reallyy cool too, before she got a redemption and all. Look at her!!! How powerful and mysterious she seemed!!!! The dark blues / black outfit... the rain following her wherever she goes, how she was one of the strongest people in Phantom, again, the teru teru bozu, her constantly stone cold face, dark eyes, how ominous she was- she was Leaking 'Power' at that point and I kinda miss her intimidating presence :( I love how scary she was and could be sometimes

Her arc with Meredy,,, I dont know how to articulate my thoughts on their fight nor am i confident enough that the stuff im thinking of actually happened / was there (Like her recognizing that Meredys situation was awful, did Juvia even ever learned about her past??) (Been a while since I rewatched/read it, my bad) but the hug did stood out to me. Usually the fights would end with someone or both or more on the floor / ground, regardless of the characters, but this time Juvia just hugs her, and Meredy cries and its just ??? 🥹🥹🥹 AND THEY HUG EVERYTIME THEY SEE EACHOTHER AFTER A LONG TIME TOO AFTER THAT,,, ITS REALLY CUTE... also i think its cool that Mashima changed it so it ended like that because of a flood that happened.

Her magic seems really flexible and awesome, no wonder she was part of the elemental four and an S-class candidate- Girl!! She's weaponizing pressurized water!!! You can't just get hit by them and expect yourself to be okay just because its water!!! She could just drown people soo easily using waterlock or send them back MILES using. That attack I forgot the name of. She could just "disappear" by turning into puddle and reappear and surprise people the same way!!!! You cant attack her using physical objects, it would just phase through her!!!! She can flood entire arenas!!!!! The fact that should apparently control the temperature / heat of the water too!?? Girl!!! Use it more!!!! Hate how it was shown once during phantom but never mentioned again, that would've been so useful. Mashima knew she would've been unstoppable if she was used to her fullest potential so she was nerfed like every other characters whos ever gotten a redemption.

Okay apparently i like her more than I thought. Let's not mention the stalking bit. I think its creepy. But yeah!!! Love her character!!

As for ships, I'm not that picky with ships involving her (Reason being im never sure if i ship them for romantic reasons or if its because i think they wouldve been funny), just make sure it isn't Gray, also I tend to ship her with women more & headcanon that shes a lesbian!

My favorites are obviously luvia (Lucy) and lisvia (Lisanna) or lulivia (POLYCULE‼️‼️) I just think they're neat and like really sweet aauagh. Something about these two girls accepting her almost immediately, how they like talking about love a lot, Lucy & Lisanna teaching her how to bake, the beach trips, the sleepovers would've been legendary..... so would the dates.......... think about it,,, The iconic-ness of the first ever unison raid from luvia.... the Juvia/Lisanna team up during tenrou.... the spite from shipping something against the majority of the fandom,,,,, Come down here into this cellar with me...

I also like ervia a lot, they have a lot of potential!! I wish we got to see them spar 1 on 1, like before tenrou? Also the scene where Erza conforts her after she failed to give the scarf to Gray 🥹🥹??? Cana and Juvia are also funny and they have GREAT chemistry in canon, most tensioned filled Juvia ship ever & im surprised its not right behind Gruvia as the fandoms favorite Juvia ship.

Lyvia also wouldve been cool!!! I love whenever 2 characters are unhealthy and obsessed with one another, and lyvia could've been that had Juvia reciprocated his feelings. Also seems better than gruvia. Lyon doesn't actually stalk her hes just a simp whenever he spots her.

Meredy/Juvia is cute too (AFTER the timeskip) idk they're adorable. I think the FTGKMR card of Meredy wearing Juvia's clothes sold me on this, because lets be honest if she was wearing Lyon's outfit, the whole fandom would've screeched as well 🙄 you've seen their reaction towards Lucy wearing Natsus vest thing, let me have this. But yeah i see it Less as romantic and more just best friends. Not quite mother/daughter or siblings because i never got the chance to think of it that way too much while watching (Thanks to the timeskip immediately after tenrou too)

Aquarius and Juvia would've been neat to see more of, especially when they got along SO WELL during the short amount of time they talked in the celestial spirit realm 😭 This is kinda a joke ship but yeah i do like it :)

Navia and gajuvia are cool too 👍 They're are getting up to no good!!! Again, i see them more as friends than lovers but I see the appeal.

Also heres the meredy card im talking about in case you want to see:

#nillas #asks #Anon #fairy tail #juvia lockser #THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK I LOVE JUVIA A LOT I THINK SHES COOL 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 #anti gruvia #<- filter reasons

[randomfandomwrites]

Missing Part 2 (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

*not my gif*

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Billy helps find you in the Upside Down (I think I made it gn reader, but honey is used as a nickname)

Warning: Kidnapping, angst, cursing, kind of anxiety?

Word Count: 2,410

A/N: Sorry I’ve been kind of slow on writing, school’s starting soon and I have a lot of stuff going on. Leave it to school to make me not want to do the things I actually like :/

~

Billy covered his face with his hands again, rubbing his eyes. He exhaled loudly before looking up. “Shit, that’s all true? That all happened... here? And- and that’s why Max and (y/n) were at the house with Steve and why Max was being so weird and- oh my God,” Billy rambled.

“Yeah, and now (y/n)’s there and we have to help them,” Hopper said.

“Damn right we do! Why are we just sitting here doing nothing while they’re fucking dying? Didn’t you say the air is toxic or some shit? We have to help!” Billy shouted, standing up abruptly.

“And we will, but you can’t go. Leave this to the adults; we’ve done this before,” Hopper replied, just as loud.

“I’m going and you can’t fucking stop me! (Y/n) has been a part of my life since I moved to this shithole town and I’m not about to start living without them! I’m almost an adult and I sure as hell know how to take care of myself. So fuck you if you try to stop me, because I love (y/n) and without them I would fucking die in this goddamn place!” Billy screamed, sitting back down.

“I can’t-” Hopper started.

“Jim...” Joyce whispered. Hopper looked at her and sighed, shoulders slumping.

“Fine. On one condition. Anything, and I mean anything, starts to go wrong, you run. You get out of there and don’t look back. Now is not the time to be a hero, alright? We go in, we get (y/n) we go right back out. No brave or  daring acts, kid. You run. Got it?” Hopper explained sternly. Billy nodded.

“Yes, sir,” Billy said seriously. Hopper stared (glared?) at him for another second before nodding once. 

“Okay then. Let’s go. Joyce, you know where the gate is?” Hopper asked, turning to her. 

“Yeah, the kids told me. It’s a half hour from here, if we hurry,” she replied. 

“Alright. Come on.”

~

Billy jumped out of the police car, slamming the door and running to the gaping hole in the ground.

“I’m assuming that... that’s it?” Billy asked.

“Yep,” Hopper muttered with disgust. “Ladies first,” he grumbled, gesturing to the gate. Joyce scoffed and slowly stepped inside before disappearing in the slimy opening. Billy followed her, Hopper right behind him. 

“Whoa,” Billy grunted, landing roughly. He stood up and looked around. The pulsing gap that connected his world and this was about seven feet above him. But he had fallen down? What the hell is this place? 

The darkness was the first thing he noticed. It seemed to consume everything, and things that should have been bright and shiny were dull and dreary. There was no light here, except for the occasional lightning flashes in the sky, illuminating the ominous terrain for moments before allowing the gloomy shadows to take control again. 

The next thing he noticed was the temperature. A bitter coolness seemed to hang in the air, an icy sensation that sent a shiver down his spine. It felt as if cold fingers were tracing over him, pulling him and sending piercing ice to the depths of his heart. It was so, so cold.  He hated it here already and he’d barely taken a step. 

The last thing he noticed before Hopper pulled him ahead was the silence. There was no ambience here. Aside from the occasional squelching of wet vines and the faint, intermittent rustling of things he’d rather not see, this other world was silent. Billy could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. 

“Come on, we don’t have all day,” Hopper muttered, walking forward. Joyce followed him. 

“Down here, we don’t have day at all,” Billy responded. Hopper shot him a cold glare, though not as cold as the biting atmosphere that seemed to suffocate them. Billy rolled his eyes and trailed behind the adults. “Where are we going, anyway?” He asked. 

“Well, when Will was down here-” 

“Who’s Will?” Billy cut Hop off. 

“He’s my son, and he was stuck down here for a while. We got him out, and he’s okay now. But he was at our house a lot, so we’re going to (y/n)’s house to see if they’re hiding there. Seems like they would take any comfort they could get down here, and I don’t blame them. I would come home too,” Joyce mused. Billy stopped in his tracks.

“Well if they want comfort, (y/n) wouldn’t go to their house,” Billy commented. Joyce and Hopper turned around. “Yeah, they don’t like it there any more than I like my house,” Billy continued.

“What the hell do you mean?” Hopper asked.

“I’m just saying, if (y/n) wanted somewhere they felt safe, they wouldn’t pick their house, that’s all,” Billy said defensively. Hopper raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to Billy. 

“Was there anywhere they did like to go? Anywhere that meant something to them?” Hopper asked. Billy shook his head and looked down, thinking. 

“Um...” He stared at the ground, biting his lip. Suddenly he looked straight, then up at Hopper. “Wait, yeah, the theater. We- we go there all the time, and that’s where I asked them out. Um, they told me they go there sometimes to think?” Billy said hopefully. Hopper stared at him for a second. 

“Then I guess we’re going to see a movie. Let’s go.”

~

After what felt like hours, the theater came into view. “Oh my God, there it is. (Y/n)’s there, come on!” Billy shouted, starting to run. Hopper put a hand in front of him to hold him back. “What are you doing?” Billy asked.

“Be quiet, we don’t know if anything is here. These monsters like to hunt, and we might be fun prey if they’re close.”

“Isn’t that just a reason we should hurry? What if those fuckers are in there with  them already? We have to go!” Billy urged. Hopper pushed him backwards.

“And we will, but if we’re dead, then nobody’s coming to help. Got it?” Hopper reprimanded sternly. “Let’s just be cautious. We don’t even know if (y/n)’s in here.” 

A shrill roar pierced the air and the group ducked behind a building. A creature appeared from nowhere, with too-long arms and milky skin. It roared again, shaking the earth. It put its face to the ground and stalked towards them. Billy was practically shaking as it stood up and looked right towards them. He saw Hop reaching towards a broken piece of brick and stood up, keeping his back to the wall. He slowly inched to the opposite edge of the building, throwing it away from them and out of sight. The creature snapped its head back at the sound and dropped to all fours, running down the street away from their hiding place. Billy had to cover his mouth to quiet his panicked breathing.

When all seemed clear again, Billy exhaled. “What the fuck was that?” he gasped.

“That was a demogorgan, and the reason you can’t be screaming to your heart’s content out here,” Hopper responded sternly. After another minute, Hopper slowly stepped out onto the street and looked around. “It’s okay. Let’s keep going. But for (y/n)’s sake, keep your goddamn voice down.”

Billy was getting more and more impatient as the small group approached the building. His heart was racing, and he felt like he would burst if he didn’t get in there right this second and help you. When he reached the door, his patience snapped. “(Y/n)? (Y/n)?” he called. He sprinted down the hall, pushing open the doors to each movie room and glancing in quickly to see if you were there. Joyce and Hopper ran after him, calling out, but couldn’t keep up. He flung open the second to last door in the hallway and looked over it, moving to run out before his heart stopped for a split second. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the outline of a figure lying on the ground. 

It was you.

Billy’s breath caught in his throat as he froze, staring at you. You were still, your limbs splayed out in a way that seemed unnatural. Snapping out of his daze, he stumbled toward you. 

“Billy!” Joyce shouted, opening the door. Hopper almost ran into her, but they both stopped at the sight of Billy’s slow movements and your motionless body. 

“Oh God, (y/n), no,” Billy whispered. “No, no, no, no, no, no, it can’t be you, it can’t be you.” He fell to the ground, kneeling before your body. He shook you. “C’mon, (y/n) please.” He shook you again. “Please, please, please!” he begged, his voice rising as he choked on his words. 

No response. 

Billy lowered his head and sobbed. This isn’t happening. This is a nightmare. This isn’t happening. He repeated it over and over in his head. But something pulled him out. He felt- no. Was it? Billy looked down at you, the tiniest spark of hope flickering in him. “(Y/n)?” he whispered again. Your hand twitched slightly, almost unnoticeably. But Billy saw it. He could breathe again. He lifted you up in his arms, pulling you close so he could hear your heartbeat. It was there, but it was faint. He looked back at Hopper and Joyce, standing silently in the doorway. “They’re alive!” he shouted. “We have to help, hurry, help me pick them up!” They didn’t waste time running down and pulling you to your feet. 

“(Y/n), I need you to open your eyes for me, okay?” Joyce said. “Can you do that, honey?”

Your eyelids fluttered for a second, and the hope in Billy’s chest grew. “(Y/n)? I’m here, honey. I got you, just please, please open your eyes,” he whispered.

“Billy?” You looked up at him, practically limp in his arms. Your vision was blurry and your voice was almost gone.

“Oh my God, (y/n). Yeah, I’m here. I got you, I’m here,” Billy whispered, tears in his eyes. 

“Water,” you coughed. Joyce fished a flask out of her backpack and brought it to your lips. It was a little stale, but to you, it was heaven. You drank almost half of it before taking a breath. 

“Good, that’s so good, (y/n). Can you walk?” Billy asked.

“I- I don’t know,” you murmured. 

“I’ll help you,” Billy said. He put his arm around you and placed your arm on his shoulders. You knew he was practically carrying you, but it did help you walk. With Billy supporting you, you could limp well enough.

“Okay, now let’s get out of here before anything comes and ruins all of our warm, fuzzy, happy feelings,” Hopper said in a tone that indicated his true meaning which was along the lines of let’s hurry up and leave right the fuck now. He didn’t want to be down here any longer than he had to, and it wasn’t hard to understand why. Everyone else felt the same.

You tripped constantly walking out of the movie theater. You could almost feel yourself ebbing away as you used the last of your energy trying to push yourself towards home. Billy offered to carry you several times, but you declined. You didn’t know why, but you felt guilty about them coming down to save you, and you would’ve felt even guiltier if Billy had to carry you all the way to the gate. Although, the more exhausted you got, the more tempting his offer sounded. He kept glancing over at you, worried, each time asking if you needed help. And each time, you insisted you were fine. You hated yourself for it, and you didn’t know why. Maybe the toxic air got to your head.

It took longer than expected, but finally, finally, they got you to the gate. Now the challenge was getting you up through it. Joyce had rope in her backpack, but you obviously didn’t have the strength to climb up. 

“Um, okay,” Billy started, running a hand through his hair. “Um, how about I go through, and then, um, (y/n) can stand on your shoulders,” he said, gesturing to Hopper, “and then they can go through and I can pull them up on the other side?” 

“They are not standing on my-”

“Hop,” Joyce said sternly. Hopper looked between her and Billy, scoffing, before he looked at you. You were weak and barely standing. His eyes softened. 

“Fine. Just hurry, please,” he relented. Joyce smiled at him and began climbing. Billy went up soon after. Hopper stepped toward you. “You ready, kid?”  Silently, you nodded. He bent down and moved his hands back so you could stand on them if you needed to. The situation was so absurd and the position he was in was so awkward that you laughed slightly. Hopper looked back at you, a small smile on his face. You jumped onto his back like a toddler and positioned yourself so that you were crouching on his shoulders. You felt like a freaky parrot, and the image of a parrot in your shoes was enough to make you laugh again. I must be delirious, you thought. It’s not that funny. Still, you were fighting giggles as you slowly stood up. You were still feeling faint, and you wobbled slightly. The opening was only a few inches above your head, but it felt like a huge gap. You shakily reached toward the edge. The second your finger brushed it, you grabbed onto it like your life depended on it. 

Now that you were steadier, you stood up taller. The top of your head pushed through the slimy layer, and you reached up to where you knew Billy was waiting. A second passed, and then a warm hand grasped yours. You clung onto Billy’s hand as you pushed further through the opening. Adrenaline pumped through you at the sight of your world. You pulled yourself up Billy’s forearms as he lifted you. You fell into Billy’s chest and he hugged you.

“I was so fucking worried, (y/n), I thought... (y/n)? Hey, shit, are you okay?” Billy’s voice was laced with anxiety as you swayed. Your legs gave out and you fell over, Billy almost dropping you.

Billy’s voice yelling your name over and over was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

~

I would’ve had this done in an hour tonight but somebody kept bothering me 😭 I swear I’ll try to be more active and get the requests done. School is starting soon and my mental health is being a bitch, but writing helps me so hopefully that’ll motivate me :) Love you all so much and thank you for reading!!!

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Part 3?

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[outofangband]

Would you tell more about "Such cruel devices and similar", please?

from the wip ask game, my list of wips

Such cruel devices is my general Maedhros in Angband verse of which I always have more to share of!

@that-angry-noldo also asked about Set in Slow Torment which I thought I'd answer here because it's related! That is my Húrin in Angband verses!

Both titles are from lines in their books,

"Fingon wept when he saw the cruel device of Morgoth" and "Therefore Morgoth had him chained and set in slow torment". I'm still asking what 'set in slow torment' means. It's one of top three most ominous lines to me that I don't fully understand (the others are the extremely ominous lines about Morwen in the Lays and of course...that thing about Tulkas and Melkor in BoLT)

You can read them in my tag "in the iron hell"! I have a Maedhros in Angband piece coming up in a day or so!

I really like Angband world building and I really like writing horror so. As always feel free to ask about this stuff or send prompts :)

small snippets of each

cw: general Angband creepiness, water as control/dehydration, some unreality because I get carried away with shadows of Angband

Set in slow torment

"You know what I speak of, Thalion," the Vala whispered, tracing a long, sharp finger down the bruised face of the man hanging before him.

"I do," the voice was hoarse, blood had sprouted at his lips where they cracked.

"Forget for the moment the promises of land, of rule," the Vala suggested, almost gently, "Tell me you will speak and I will have you given water." That finger tilts up the man's chin, staring into eyes tinted from jaundice, "Surely you wish for water."

He has dreamed of water. Of the cooling streams of Nen Lalaith, of cupping its water in his hands and bringing water to his mouth, of the clear springs beyond his house, of the water that ran through the stone troughs built by his own grandfather.

He dreams of his family drowning.

"No." He thinks to save his breath, his voice, forming words forms yet more blood where dryness has flayed his lips and mouth. But he has no need to save them. His words are not for the Enemy today.

Such Cruel Devices

The bindings were undone and Maitimo crumpled to the floor. An almost soothingly cold metal pressed up against the burning skin of his chest; the tip of the boot of the creature stood above him. He could feel pressure being applied but there was no part of him alert or lucid enough to register pain. 

"Stand, King of the Noldor," the ringing, clear mockery reverberates through the high chambers, piercing his mind. He gasps, spits blood upon the floor at the shadow of his Enemy. He cannot look up at the Moringotto. It is not that he is afraid, though he would be a fool not to be. But the very form of the being does not allow for his gaze to hold. It shifts, ripples, undulates between robe and shadow and mottled flesh. The blood seems to vanish when it touches the dark outline. Maitimo's hair falls over his face as he glares.

One of the guards steps forwards to strike at him again but the shadow shifts again and the guard goes still. Maitimo can feel the gaze of the Dark Lord upon him, watching as his body flailed in its attempt to right itself. He collapses back to the ground, unable to support himself on a broken arm and mutilated leg.

"Stand, Nelyafinwë." The order is softer now, almost lazy. The being does not move as the shadows fall over him, weaving through his torn skin, invading, consuming.

(I feel like my Angband writing hasn’t been as good lately which makes me sad because I both like writing it and I love being known for having awful ideas…as always I welcome feedback and constructive criticism!)

#maedhros #the silmarillion #musing and meta #Húrin #the children of húrin #short writings #in the iron hell