#this made a lot more sense in my head... but was fun to try animating again ^^

[westwing19]

Kirby tries to join Meta Knight for tea

(Silly little animatic idea I had that got a bit out of hand)

bonus:

#kirby #meta knight #captain vul #idea stemming from prev ask that I sank too much time into #this made a lot more sense in my head... but was fun to try animating again ^^ #animashun #meart #adopted au

[art]

Creator Spotlight: @themetalhiro

Hi, I’m Metal! I’m a freelance artist from good ol’ New Jersey. My favorite things to work with are a lot of bright colors, exaggerated poses, and candid scenarios. I try to farm sensible chuckles whenever I can, so I’m also big into comics. I love making them about my life, and the media I’m into, and one day I’d like to publish my own series!  Thank you to everyone who has gotten me this far!!

Check out Metal's interview below!

Did you originally have a background in art? If not, how did you start?

I guess so! It’s funny, I don’t remember a single time in my life that I wasn’t drawing as a hobby… somewhere in middle school (a little late, I know.) I put the pieces together that animated movies were made by artists, and that it wasn’t just for fun, they were paid to do it. The moment I discovered people could be paid to make art, I decided I would do that, too. Now I’m here!

How has your style developed over the years?

I think the best way to answer this would be with an example! Over the last few years, I have made more of an effort to draw more intentionally, which sounds silly. Now, I put more thought into my poses and step out of my comfort zone with shape language and composition. I had a phase where I drew everyone with a huge, perfectly circular head and no nose. That definitely did not lend much variety...

Which 3 famous artists (dead or alive) would you invite to your dinner party?

Ack! I’m so terrible at history! I’d love to give a well-thought-out answer about fine artists of old, but I don't think we’d have much in common… Most artists I admire and who have driven me forward creatively are the people behind comics I’ve read. Andrew Hussie, Bryan Lee O’Malley, Eiichiro Oda... these guys have inspired me greatly and had a heavy influence in developing my art style and sense of humor. I’d love to ask them questions about their processes and upcoming projects. I think it would make for an entertaining night!

Over the years as an artist, what were your biggest inspirations behind your creativity?

Outside of pure aesthetics like searing bright colors, layered clothing, and loud noises…. the best and most inspiring moments in my life were those surrounded by friends and loved ones! I cherish the hell out of memories of hanging around in fun locations, trying weird food together, and impromptu midnight walks... so I try my best to capture that atmosphere and my own memories in my work when I can, even if I’m imposing fictional characters on top of them. That’s always the core of it.

What is a medium that you have always been intrigued by but would never use yourself?

I would never permanently refuse a medium, but every time I pick up clay, I’m like a baby using its hands for the first time. Absolutely dreadful. If one day I could make and paint a figurine like the ones I admire in videos, that would be awesome... But for now, I’m not counting on it.

How do you want to evolve as a creator?

I’ve had an absolute blast drawing fanart over the years, and it’s certainly played a massive role in my growth as an artist. But my dream has always been to publish my own stories for y'all to enjoy! I have lots of worlds I want to introduce to you before I’m old and gray. I want to get faster, work harder, and get better at drawing interesting settings so I can get the wheels turning as soon as possible. I also want to stop avoiding the color blue like a coward.

What do you wish you knew when you first started out creating art that you know now?

Pay your taxes quarterly. Tablets will break at the exact moment you need them most, so have a spare. Wear your blue light glasses. You’re going to need to wear a brace on every joint on the right side of your body. It can be lonely sitting at your desk all day. The car on the side of the road that costs $1000 cash….. don’t trust it!!!

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

@cranity—They use absolutely beautiful colors and weighty line work. Everything looks so sharp and clean! I wanna put it all up on my wall!

@vewn—Their ability to crank out quality short films and illustrations packed with detail is incredible. The off-kilter perspective they use really sells disorientation and catches your attention like nothing else.

@nelnal—They have absolutely banger character designs again and again, I can’t believe one person’s mind can come up with so many creative ideas!

@jinx88kc—They have a beautiful and recognizable style, and the way they incorporate animation into their illustrations sometimes is SO cool!

Thanks for stopping by, Metal! For more of Metal’s work, follow their Tumblr, @themetalhiro!

#creator spotlight #artists on tumblr #themetalhiro

[elysianeclipxe]

secret soft boy revealed | enhypen sunghoon

warnings: insults towards build a bear, sunghoon being a judgemental bitch /hj, irony or like little hypocritical (not that bad i swear), also like mega soft hoonie

genre/au: fluff, boyfriend!sunghoon au

word count: 1.4k

summary: build-a-bear is a cliche and old thing that couple do. only lame people would go there to build a bear when it's obviously easier to just buy one.. so tell me why THE Park Sunghoon just so happens to be there, enjoying the fact that he's building a bear... whipped af

sidenote: pls don't question where my mind's at these days, idk either. like this idea legit just popped outta nowhere and has been stuck for like a week. i had to do it, i had to so deal with it. sunghoon's cute like this anyway, also hoping he isn't super ooc in this, i tried my best y'all

Sunghoon is a man with a lot of pride. That pride slowly increased as the years went by and never stopped to fall. It rose from ice skating, it rose from his fangirls at college, and it definitely rose when and as he dates you. But right now, his pride is easily being challenged by a stuffed animal store. What exactly is he looking at right now?

“Ya! What the fuck is this nightmare of a store?” He felt his feet halt at the sight of the -what’s a nice way to describe it- childish looking store. Well that’s way better compared to what he did say. His eyes are wide and figure is just frozen cause he definitely did not see this as part of his day when he said that you could take him anywhere.

“What do you mean? It’s build-a-bear, it’s cute.” You replied in a questioning tone. You tug at his arm trying to pull him inside the store but it gets progressively harder as if he doesn’t want to go in.

“It looks stupid.” You knew it, this wasn’t the ideal place to go to.

You frown at his response and let go of his hand with a huff, “you look stupid. If you really don’t wanna go in then I won’t force you to. I just thought it would be fun to do together.” Maybe you should’ve picked a different place for the two of you to go to instead of something so immature. You probably look like such a childish significant other in his eyes right now. Great…

He looked over at you and felt his figure slump at your down state. Was this build-a-bear thing such a bad thing that he would shut it down before even trying it? For others, maybe. But for you, no way. He likes you too much for that. So he lifted your chin and forced a smile, “I want to do it, just don’t expect me to be too into it. Just want you to have fun.”

“REALLY HOONIE!? You’re serious about this, promise?” With a slight nod of his head, you beamed your smile at him and excitedly dragged him into the store. This’ll be fun, right?

Oh boy were you soooo right! You and Sunghoon had only entered the workshop around 15 minutes ago and anyone can obviously see how much you’re enjoying it so far, but what you didn’t expect was to see your boyfriend enjoying just as much as you. Maybe even a little bit more. The way he paid so much attention to the worker who explained what to do first since you were both first time build-a-bear makers, or maybe how he said how you two should surprise each other with your build-a-bear and see who made a better one like it was a competition. Nevertheless, you agreed to his proposition. 

So here you are, looking around the store trying to find a design you think would be best. Frogs, nope. Bunnies, cute but no. Unicorns, why. Everything seemed so basic and incomplete until there, your build-a-bear chilling on the second shelf. A little penguin.

Awwww, it’s so cute! It kinda looks like Sunghoon. My ice prince and my ice related animal, makes sense

“You are way too cute not to get! Come on, let’s go get you all plush and personalised.” You happily walk over to the worker and move onto the next step, the worker instructing you to do this silly but amusing heart warming ceremony for your almost stuffed penguin. Rubbing the plastic heart between your hands and giving the heart a wish for your plush was one of the most entertaining things to do. Screw being childish, this was terrific and you didn’t care. And it seems as though your boyfriend doesn’t care either since he comes rushing over to you with an unstuffed bear and a huge grin on his face. 

“I FOUND IT!! I found the perfect one to get, a classic with my personal touch. I am definitely winning this!” He confidently handed it to the worker and worked on his heart warming ceremony. A serious look on his face as he warmed up the plastic heart in his hands, rubbing it on the fully stuffed animal to create memories, promising to care for his new build-a-bear, and sealing that promise with a kiss.

HE’S SO CUTE OMG!! HOON YOU ARE SO CUTE LIKE THIS, STUPID MY ASS, YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BOYFRIEND EVER

After everything was done, the workers placed the hearts in each stuffed animal and closed them up before handing them to you. You both thanked them before looking at each other with determination in both of your eyes. “Sorry Hoonie, but I think I won this one. I got a penguin while you got a basic bear.”

He loudly gasped at your words, hands over his heart before placing the bear’s paw over their heart. “How could you? My bear is not basic! He is a classic with a customised scarf as a personal accessory. I for sure won this challenge, step down babe.”

“How does adding a scarf make it that much better, Hoon?”

He froze. “Hoon?” He bit his lip and turned his head to the side, not noticing that his cheeks and ears began to turn the lightest shade of red. “Hoon~, wanna answer me?” You teasingly ask him, closing the distance between the two of you. “Please..”

“IgavehimasimilarscarftotheoneIgaveyouwhenwestarteddatingandiputourinitialsonthescarfaswell…” Sunghoon said quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. This is embarrassing, too embarrassing for him.

“Sunghoon, I understand nothing from that. Could you repeat it again, a little slower this time?”

“Ishhhhh, okay. I gave him a similar scarf to the one I gave you when we started dating and I put our initials on the scarf as well…” His blush deepened to the point he started covering his face with his hands. You bit your lip in pure amusement and happiness.

Yep, I’m right. My boyfriend is the cutest thing ever, I love him so much

“Can I see?” He hurriedly nodded and pushed the bear in your direction. The classic brown bear with a different colour for the heart shaped paws and the scarf that did indeed have both of your initials in it. PSH <3 Y/N. You could feel your heart melt at the sight of something so simple yet weirdly touching. This man is too much for your heart. “You win, Hoonie. I-I don’t think I can beat this.”

He peeked out of the gaps between his fingers, “really?” He saw your nod and your shy smile and started smirking at you all smug like. “You really like it, huh?”

You push his face away and begin to walk towards the counter to pay for the build-a-bears, “don’t get too cocky, Park Sunghoon!” He followed after you with a loud laugh. “Oh yeah, what do you think we should name them?”

“Tofu for the penguin and Mapo for the bear?”

“Like mapo tofu, the dish? Just why?”

“Because mapo tofu is two parts that make a great dish together, just like how you and I make a great couple together and plus we made these build-a-bears together… also I’m kind of craving some mapo tofu right now.” You slapped his shoulder and chuckled at his dorky analogy. Mapo and Tofu, kind of cute.

“Hoon, do you still want to buy them some clothes?”

“Nah, I’m kind of tired. Spent too much time trying to win the competition. We can just buy them clothes next time if we want to and order some takeout at home..” He handed over his credit card and waited for the cashier to place the stuffed animals in the bags before heading out the store with you.

“So there’s a next time?” You cheekily grinned at him. You can see that shy smile that only shows when he’s admitting to something he judged too quickly but enjoyed.

“Maybe… It wasn’t so bad going to build-a-bear with you.” He wasn’t lying, it was pretty entertaining. Especially since he saw just how happy you looked while getting your penguin. It wasn’t so much that building a bear was fun but more on how fun it was to be with you. Okay, he’s lying a bit. Maybe building his own bear was pretty fun. But he won’t admit it. Cause who would ever think that the so-called ice prince would be so into building a bear? 

I hope you all enjoyed reading this random fic, I'm hoping it was okay. All support is very much appreciated <;33

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[pearlzier]

js read niecesitting and it was the cutest thing ever omfg but like i was thinking maybe u could write something similar but vice versa ? like when r introduces matt to her niece and matt sees how reader is js so protective and motherly over her, he’s like oh my god i’m in love

a/n ┆.ᐟ ᰍ ︵ got a lil carried away perhaps + daily sturniolo triplets taglist plug as per usual ۫ .

you really fucking wanted to go to the party, but here you were, with your niece. it's not like you didn't want to take care of her, no, but you did want to have a social life. it was one night but.. you and matt were gonna go out and have fun. pushing these thoughts away, you watched as the little girl sat beside you at the kitchen island mixed up her little concoction of makeup from her baby makeup set.

“wait, come closer,” rue taps your hand with her chubby fingers, trying to drag you closer. you shuffle your body near her, having put down your phone before letting out a soft laugh of your own.

“okay, we have a makeup guru here,” she pats your cheek for you to shut your eyes so she can apply the eyeshadow. her big, cute eyes light up when she sees her masterpiece come to formation. a flurry of giggles slip past her lips and she claps her hands excitedly. there's a childlike, mysterious wonder filling her brown eyes, which soon turns to curiosity when she hears the sound of the door bell.

“i'll get it, auntie!” rue practically runs to the door, despite the fact that maybe the adult should go get it. you're typing on your phone, snorting out a laugh at something stupid you'd read when you hear rue make a little scared sound, and you quickly rise from where you are to check out what's happening at the door.

“rue rue, hey, who's—” your hands slide over to hold onto rue's shoulders as your brow furrows, but your expression softens almost instantly when you realise it's matt. rue clings to your leg as you hold her, and you watch as matt eyes the two of you with total confusion. you can almost laugh at his expression.

“am—am i interrupting?” his blue eyes flicker down to rue's, watching the confused expression on her face.

“auntie? who's that?” she asks, tugging on your oversized shirt. matt tilts his head, probably thinking the exact same thing as the child.

“hi, matt,” you say gently, smiling softly. guiding the child to the side gently, you tilt your head for him to come in, which confuses the little girl. “rue, meet matt, matt, meet rue,” they just stare at each other, kind of like two animals trying to defend their territory. in which their territory is you. rue notices how nice you are to matt, and matt notices how protective you are of her.

“hey, kid,” matt runs a hand through his hair, shutting the door behind him and locking it with the key on the door before he follows beside you a little tentatively.

“uhm..” she seems nervous to say high, to which you gently nudge her to do so, but not forcing her to. “hi, matt,” she says finally, clinging to your side quite a bit. “are you my auntie's friend?”

oh, so you're her aunt, matt thinks to himself. so she's your niece. that makes a lot more sense to him, and he relaxes a bit. he didn't know what he was thinking, but he's glad to know who she is to you. and why you're so protective of the little girl. it makes a little warmth grow in his stomach, which he can't quite put his finger on.

“uh, yeah, yeah,” he nods, arms crossed across his chest as you guys made it to the kitchen where you'd been sat up prior. your eyes flicker to his and an apologetic glint shimmers in them as you gesture for him to sit with you guys. “yeah, your auntie’s friend.”

“mhm,” you glance at him as he sits beside you and rue seems to be deciding something, her little fingers drumming against the table before she spoke up, tone gentle. she looks to you, and attempts to whisper, but it comes out as a quiet shout more than anything.

“do you think he wants his makeup done too, auntie?” she tries to cover her mouth with her hand, and this makes matt smile. matt smiles even more at the way you indulge rue, by doing the same in covering your mouth and whispering just as loud—

“i think so. should we ask?” the way you play with her makes his heart ache. he doesn't know what the feeling is, doesn't know whether he wants to know. but he doesn't hate it. doesn't mind it. might even like it.

“you ask, he's your friend, auntie,” rue decides, glancing at matt in a way she thinks is sneaky, but she just full on stares at him, before looking back at you.

“matt?” he pretends he was checking his phone, just to indulge the two of you in the same way you'd done for rue.

“hm? yeah?” matt leans against the counter, his expression a feigned innocence and obliviousness.

“you think, the lovely rue here, could do your makeup?” you bite back a soft smile as your gaze meets his and especially as matt pretends to not really know whether she could. he leans back, stretching, with a shrug.

“hmmmm, i dunno..”

“please! you'll look so fab,” rue promises, holding up her little pinky to which matt finds himself interlocking his with hers in a pinky promise as he sighs dramatically. a laugh slips past your lips, and soon, you find yourself watching your boyfriend get his makeup done by your niece.

matt is the perfect client, staying perfectly still for rue as she does his blush, his eyeshadow, etectera. you watch in amusement, but also fondness. “are we all done?” he asks after a moment, his eyes still shut. he probably looks ridiculous, he knows that, but he wants to see the happiness on both of your faces.

“mmmh, auntie, what d'you think?” matt opens his eyes and allows both you and rue to see the new look. you hum, letting the little girl lean against your shoulder are the two of you inspect him. the way you treat rue makes him want to cry, tears of literal joy. he bites his bottom lip, but releases it as soon as he senses rue about to protest so he doesn't mess up his beautiful red lipstick.

“he looks perfect, honey,” you smile softly, and rue claps her hands excitedly. you too have your makeup done, and rue had somehow managed to grasp a basic form of colour theory and made your makeup match. as your niece bounds off to grab a mirror so you two can see your makeup, both you and matt make eye contact and burst out laughing instantly. “you do look perfect!”

“y’look even better, sweetheart,” he crosses his arms once more and leans against the table. he admires you silently, for a moment, before he speaks up, “you're good with her.”

“huh?” your brow furrows, and matt notices, so he continues, having now reached out to hold your hand gently.

“with rue. you treat her like your own kid, y'know?” his thumb traces a heart on your palm before he lets go, feeling a little too sappy for a simple moment like this. however, you nod, leaning against the table too as your head tilts to the side a little.

“that kid's my life,” you admit as you look up at him, squeezing his hand for a moment after you'd taken it back into yours. a soft smile plays on your lips, and you continue, “i adore her.”

“yeah?” it's like matt's taking a mental note of this. as he watches you, he nods. he leans over and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark on your skin. god, he loves you. you are quite literally, unequivocally, perfect. and that realisation slowly dawns upon him as he searches your gaze for a second before he glances back over at rue's bounding footsteps with a little mirror in her hands.

“okay, line up!” she gestures the two of you over, and you both shuffle over with your fingers intertwined. rue has clearly very much noticed something as she flickers her eyes over the two of you. first of all, the interlaced fingers make her brows raise. then the red kiss mark on your cheek which is suspiciously similar to the tone of red on matt's lips.

you and matt glance at eachother for a moment, stifiling your laughter before you pose with eachother in the mirror, which then gives rue an idea. “auntie, can i use your phone?”

“go ahead, babe,” you smile, pressed against matt's side. rue hops up onto the chair to grab your phone, fiddling with it before she hands you it so you can turn it on. unlocking it, you hand it back to the girl so she can take the photos she wants to of you two.

“say… cheese!” she beams, smiling happily as she snaps a few photos of the two of you. she quickly turns and shows them to you, his eyes searching yours for a moment as you're looking at the photos. a glimmer of pure adoration gleams in his eyes and he glances at rue for a moment, who's looking back at him with a look that's way too knowing for a little girl her age.

“thank you for the makeup, kid,” matt gives her a smile, to which rue beams and nods, giggling.

“anytime!” she shrugs, as if it's nothing, glancing back at you. you look back up at her and you let out a little hum under your breath when you see the time.

“i think it's someone's bed time,” rue whines, and she looks at matt as if he's gonna agree, but he shrugs his shoulders with a little laugh.

“your aunt's right, kid, c'mon,” she pouts, but she hands the phone back over as she glances dramatically at the stairs. her eyes roll and she glances back at you once more.

“can you get my bedtime story ready?”

“you got it, missy, stay right here you two,” you agree to do your niece's bidding, and you head on upstairs to sort out her pajamas and stuff, which leaves matt and rue together. a comfortable silence settles over the two of them.

“so when are you getting married?”

“i don't.. we aren't—what? who.. hey, woah, no—what colour ring would she like?”

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[attyattlaw]

cross posting yesterday's rambling thread for posterity and because tumblr lets me edit things. anyway this is a sorta long thing and i might add things i forgot to mention in the twt thread

i tend to draw on-model canon because im a coward + just personal preferences. but the way i convert the canon designs into my artstyle is that i take the distinct features oda gives them and then combine it with personal headcanons to complete what should look like a unique human. Starting with Trafalgar Law, who is unfortunately a bland-ass conventionally pretty boy

someone commented a while ago the law hat drawing tutorial i made a while ago didn't make much sense and i realize its bc of the specific way i draw law's face: heart shaped (ba-dum-tss). That meaning, a narrow chin widening into a mild defined jaw, wide cheekbones, and up to his know-it-all brain dome.

given that, the pudgy guitar pick shape of his head i mentioned here should make a lot more sense.

i don't think this design point is unique to me, as most conventional pretty anime boy gets given jaws like this. a lot of law artists tend to veer into this head shape. just how life be sometimes. other points: flat, thick eyebrows is bc im a hairy gal and i need to feel better about myself.

Killer gets to be more interesting, because he shouldn't be considered conventionally attractive. my idea behind killer's is that those individual features is smth he would be insecure with enough to hide himself in a helmet but i draw him with all the love in the world actually. i'd like to think its how kid sees him or yknow, law, bc he's my kin assigned blorbo and maybe you ship lawkill as a guilty pleasure too i mentioned before (and ruined people's days) when i said whenever i draw killer he looks like griffith before i put on his goatee. the upper half of his face is distinctly feminine, with the lower half kinda over compensating. other than that uhh...idk. stan killer

Kidd is the bane of my existence, i feel like i can never draw his face consistently. yet at the same time he's so damn fun to draw everyone gotta try it.

my problem with kidd is that this mf does have eyelids. most kidd painters out there interpret this as him having deep set eyes (think Matt Smith or jeffrey star) . and yeh skill issue on me i should practice that. other notes, i try to make him younger than canon makes him look. he is my babygirl and he deserves to look cuddly. my band au kidd version has the honor of being allowed some chubs. he's just tries to look older and more menacing with edgy makeup. also i try to give him dimples when i can because, well i can.

Rosinante last bc i lost steam after kidd. the thing abt cora is that aside from not having eyebrows, everything is structured with the generic one piece man template. which means i gotta do everything myself doffy is there bc the way to figure out how to draw these two is to give them minor differences from each other, that being doffy gets slightly sharper features. in canon, these two are also rly wide boys (more of an oda style feat tbh) but i make them long. though bigger brained donquixote artists know that of these two brothers, doffy should be the wiry-er built. anyway that's it. in conclusion, i need to draw more girls actually i feel like im becoming misogynistic by osmosis from oda's style and now i draw girls all looking the same too.

#one piece #trafalgar law #eustass kid #eustass kidd #op killer #massacre soldier killer #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #donquixote doflamingo #was gonna do robin and perona too at least but like...i have a job and stuff

[a-libra-writes]

OKAY random jon snow and robb stark brainrot but yk how cats become way more cuddly and affectionate with pregnant women? like nuzzling against them, being more alert, snuggling more, and staying close to you? what if ghost and greywind were the same? they're much more protective of you and it's a common behavior in direwolves so as soon as ghost/greywind start growling at jon/robb you guys immediately know 😭 i can just imagine waking up with their little heads resting on your belly or staying much closer to you than usual. and maybe the same with dany's dragons? obviously they're not gonna be like all over you but i can imagine them being a bit more protective and caring than usual!! thanks in advance and love ur works

Anon ur so right also this was fun and cute to do <3<3 (also kind of an AU where Jon stayed behind to be a sworn man to Robb!)

So between the two direwolves, Greywind is the more outwardly protective and aggressive. It's like he sensed something was off from the start - if you weren't aware you were pregnant, you'd be confused in Greywind's sudden interest in you. He'd sit at the doorway and linger while you went about your business, and would side-eye anyone he didn't like getting too close. You and Robb found it odd, by amusing. It all made sense once you figured out your condition.

While you found your fluffy guard dog to be sweet, it was mildly terrifying to some of the servants ... even the ones who had been at Winterfell at their lives were anxious to see a massive wolf wandering the halls like some little Southern dog. You try sending him out during the day, but in the evening, it's being at your side or bust. He will howl and make a fuss, something Greywind normally only did if he was locked away from Robb. He wants to be right at the bedside or on top of the bed, which again is something Greywind has never done, even with Robb. Greywind has never been the most affectionate of the direwolves (that was Lady), but he'd actually rest his huge muzzle on your legs and accept a few pets. Usually, Robb and Jon were the only ones who could touch him.

Your husband is torn between finding it funny and being baffled. He teases about it often. "What have you been feeding him behind my back? I bet she's given you the butcher's scraps, hm? What's gotten into you, boy?"

(Your handmaidens aren't pleased because if they enter the room while you're still asleep, there's a huge direwolf perking his head up and growling at them. You've never been able to train him out of that ...)

If he really must stay out of the bedroom, then he lurks right outside the door. As much as Robb knows it unsettles the servants and night guards, Greywind standing guard makes him feel better about your safety. He tries to keep the direwolf occupied during the day so the servants don't have to worry so much.

When you're outside, regardless if it's a short walk to the Godswood or heading to Winter Town, Greywind follows you instead. The further along in your pregnancy you get and the slower you walk, the more he stays at your side, like he always did with Robb. There are many people who worry about essentially a wild animal being so close to Lady Stark - and what'll happen when the baby's born? - but you see nothing but protectiveness in Greywind's big eyes. He's always alert and wary around you; sometimes you and Robb worry about him never getting a chance to relax.

Now, if you were with Jon, it was Ghost who would be your little shadow. Which was interesting - he was the most independent of the direwolves, often leaving for days at a time to do his own thing. He began to linger closer to Winterfell, and when you'd go outside, you'd see him several feet away from you, following along. By the time you're a few months along, he was walking right at your side. He never went inside the Keep, so when you went inside Ghost would stay in the yard, acting like ... well, a ghost, waiting for you to come back out.

It gave Jon a lot of comfort to know you had a shadow. He couldn't always be by your side because of his duties, especially if Robb traveled, and he was relieved to know Ghost was suddenly so attached and keeping you safe. The direwolf had always been fond of his wife, but in a distant way - maybe once in a while you could stoke his neck or he'd follow you for an hour out of curiosity ... but that was all. Now he was lingering, pressing his nose at your abdomen and huffing, allowing plenty of head pats and ear scratches. Jon is very endeared by it all. He'd sit right at your side, close as possible, and laugh as Ghost huffs and tries to press between you two. White fur absolutely everywhere.

The direwolves being so close and oddly affectionate means you can get away with a lot more - like, say ... sitting them down and letting you brush them, teaching them to sit or lay down, putting food on their nose and having them wait for the signal to eat it. Robb is aghast that Greywind is actually being obedient (until he gets tired of it), Jon just laughs and doesn't expect Ghost to stick to it. He assumes once you have the baby, his direwolf will go back to his adventurous, aloof self. In the back of his head, Robb is a little worried Greywind will get possessive once the baby is born. He plans to bring Greywind with him on his travels, in case he gets too overly protective of you and the child.

#sorry no dany bc dogs just brainrot me sfdjfjs #robb stark x reader #jon stark x reader #game of thrones x reader #got x reader

[wttcsms]

wttcsms wags blind bag, one shot collection ;

about poking fun at blind items & wanting to explore wag culture (and also looking for any reason to write about hot anime athletes), this fic collection's theme is inspired by/based off of... well, blind items about wags!

you're what i wanna love on, shugo meian

at the height of peak stardom, you're not just japan's pop princess — you're everyone's. with it comes controversy; your infamously short dresses, the late night parties you attend after every concert, your outrageously expensive concert tickets and merch, your racy performances that have concerned mothers going on social media saying you're a bad influence. adding to your list of typical pop star transgressions, you also have a hot, successful, wildly successful and just barely controversially older boyfriend!

but it would've been fun (if you could've been the one), tooru oikawa

from high school rivals to long-distance college sweethearts to perhaps the couple that got eloped way too early, it's no surprise that you and oikawa end up divorcing soon after getting married. while in your case it seems like love might be a losing game, you and oikawa both only play to win. when the olympics brings you two together once more, there's a good chance you two can reconcile and get your relationship back and better than it was before — or, go down with this sinking ship. with either outcome, at least you two are doing it together.

something to lose, shoyo hinata

heartbroken, jaded, and convinced that all men are garbage, you don't plan on anything happening when you're invited to an after party for a profession volleyball team in order to boost said team's publicity. you don't plan on making any friends or meaningful connections, and you certainly don't plan on getting the number of one of their star player's, shoyo hinata. then again, a lot of things don't go as planned when he's involved, and you don't expect yourself to be happy about these turns of event, but for once you are; happy, that is. and it's all his fault.

easy like sunday morning, wakatoshi ushijima

wakatoshi ushijima is notorious for his devotion to two things: volleyball and his family. during his post-game interview where he's been away from home for nearly two months, interviewers are asking him if he's excited to attend the rowdy after party to celebrate. ushijima's answer? he's taking a flight directly after this interview to head back home. he plans on celebrating the only way he knows how to: by finally being able to tuck in his sweet kids to bed, and then show his beloved wife how much he's missed her.

it's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender, koutarou bokuto

before he gets scouted by the msby black jackals and becomes one of japan's most famous athletes of all time, he's a struggling athlete trying his hardest to get a contract. during the off-season for recruiting, he decides to make some extra cash by using his looks and charms to become a contestant on a reality dating show, where he meets you: beautiful, intelligent, ambitious you, who is so clearly out of the league for anyone. you adore him, and you two have the strongest connection out of everyone on the show, so when he ends up picking someone who's not you, you're shocked. you don't know that he thinks he's doing you a favor because he believes he'll only ever hold you back. when the show invites you two for a reunion episode special, bokuto can only hope your feelings haven't changed.

burn out season, michael kaiser

what do you do when suffer a potential career-ending injury? hopefully not get diagnosed with depression, find out that because you devoted your whole life to your sport, you now have no sense of what to do without it, and then realize the only person who really Gets You is the only person who can irritate you like no one else does. hopefully you don't start to spend your newfound free time with him, and hopefully, you don't start to experience all the fun firsts in your life because of him and with him. or, maybe hopefully you do.

life could be a dream, yoichi isagi

getting together was no easy feat, and yoichi wants to show you how happy he is that you're his. he showers you with presents, shows you off at any given chance, always has a hand on the small of your back or around your waist. his possessive streak only grows when he finally slips that expensive engagement ring on your finger, and he shows you just how good married life is going to be for you.

i was supposed to sweat you out, michael beckenbauer

michael beckenbauer doesn't give a shit about japan, or the other subpar racers who have the nerve to get behind the wheel of the cars just to lose by a wide margin to him, or about how he's perceived by the media. he just wants to finish out this season, return home, and maybe find some worthy competition. he doesn't care if it's your job to try to brighten up his image; he never asked for a publicist, and in typical michael fashion, he's going to go out of his way to get you to quit. he has a bad tendency to underestimate his opponents, though, and off the track, you just might be his worthiest competition yet.

#this was silly and 4 fun ok #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #mf ghost x reader #blue lock x reader #meian x reader #oikawa x reader #hinata x reader #ushijima x reader #bokuto x reader #michael kaiser x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #michael beckenbauer x reader #masterlist #reader insert

[joyce-stick]

The Beef Stroganoff Song! (arbitrary subtitle discourse edition)

So, you may have noticed here that the subtitles in this clip (from Symphogear GX episode 3) are fairly different from what you're used to seeing when people post this video, and the phrasing in the subtitles is fairly different from what the associated memes often say

For those who don't know, Symphogear got itself released on blu-ray by Discotek, and with that came with a new translation authored by Noelle (@ulsairi on twitter ) who is notable for being the only trans lesbian anime translator I know of off the top of my head.

Her translation appears, in my opinion, really rather polished and very good, and I strongly appreciate the way it's written and how much character it adds to the dialogue by giving everyone distinct voices and adapting things into more natural English. It's also a fair bit gayer. I haven't encountered many people who've seen these subs, but I think most fans of the series would consider these a net positive change. There are some people who are mad about these subtitles, and they can die mad.

Anyway, let's talk about the different phrasing of the beef stroganoff song. I'm mostly going to compare to Crunchyroll's subtitles for reference since that seems to be what most others go off of. Here's a link to that version.

So right off the bat we can see here that while CR's translation appears to be a lot more, for lack of a better word, functional, Noelle's translation tries to apply more dialectal force "it's beef stroganoff/Yes! It's THAT beef stroganoff!" And generally communicate through the tone how excited the girls are to get started. Additionally you'll see throughout that the latter is a fair bit more lyrical, there's a lot more punctuation and verbal tics and filler phrases written into the dialogue to express that they are singing, which makes sense since Japanese tends to omit a lot of the sorts of prepositions that Noelle threw in here,

Like, Yumi (yes I went and looked up her name on the wiki) just says "beef stroganoffu" because it's obvious from context that it is beef stroganoff, she doesn't need to spell it out, at least, not in Japanese

(We know like maybe ten hiragana and 1 kanji do not trust us on Japanese this is all just basic shit we learned from online guides)

So this probably leads to a rushed translator from Crunchyroll (they are notoriously crunched for time) who's just trying to Get It Done probably not really bothering to throw in extra additional connecting letters to express the tone of the character, only doing so when it's required to make basic grammatical sense in the target language. So they likely didn't think to make the subtitles have flourishes like this that aren't explicitly in the original Japanese. Noelle meanwhile had the time to consider things like this and take such liberties in order to attempt to convey the same tone that was arguably implied by the Japanese, even if not explicitly put forth

And that's about all the things I should not repeat I guess, TL;DR, these subtitles are more fun to read because the translator had more time to think about the best way to make them more fun while still being accurate to the spirit of the original dialogue, who'd have thought!

(In case you're wondering, the Commie subtitles say kind of the same thing here, and y'know, it doesn't seem like a wrong translation, but also I really dislike this subtitle styling, orange on pink with that font and that drop shadow is just kinda bad. I appreciate the effort but like. Come on. Please fansubbers, please think about if the font and colors you chose actually work with the image you're putting them on)

Moving on!

horizontal and middle rhyme with each other so you can almost actually sing this, actually let me take a moment to try it right now- never mind, I can't sing. Hahaha. I don't actually think it lines up that well with the melody But I thought it did! Didn't I? That's significant, that this actually reads like plausible lyrics to a silly song someone made up instead of a literal translation of a Japanese song

Anyway, here comes the first major difference!

So in the Crunchyroll subtitles, Yumi says "it doesn't have to be beef" which in English (in my estimation) sounds a tad scatterbrained, like, "oh yeah sure beef but whatever really it doesn't actually matter," while Noelle's subtitles rather say "Got no beef? Don't you worry!" Which implies something different.

"It is recommended to use beef, but you may substitute something else if you are sorely lacking in beef" as opposed to "Oh the beef doesn't actually matter, zoinks lol!" CR's translation is kind of a bit funnier in how it sorta comes from nowhere without this qualification, which probably lead to this phrase's memeticness, but Noelle's translation seems more reasonable to me so yeah again, tada, yay for sensicalness.

Now here's another interesting change:

Again, the flat manner in which the CR subtitles say "finish with salt" with rendezvous only being included because that's literally what they said, is sort of absent any stronger emotional implication,

Noelle's translation meanwhile going with "don't forget them, they need it" imparts personhood upon the salt and pepper. The implication being that the girls are saying, "the salt and pepper are in love, please reunite them, they must be in gay love together." Or maybe you think the salt and pepper cannot be forgotten and must be reunited because they are Only Friends.

Whether you choose to believe that this is the salt and pepper getting married, or merely subtext, or an interpretation, or salt and pepper shipping bait, this is a deeply important tonal indicator because it reminds you that these girls are ultimately playing with their food!

"And there, now you're in for a treat!" I don't think I need to explain this one.

Now, here's an interesting one!

In the Crunchyroll subtitles, it just says the memetic "boys don't know this." With no context, no elaboration, no clarity, no qualifiers. Boys don't know. Did the boys magically get their brains wiped? Are the boys biologically incapable? Who knows. Nothing is said but that.

Noelle's subtitles, on the other hand, qualify this statement by saying "Boys aren't taught to cook, so they may not know" (And note again how, it says "kno-ow" to emphasize, once more, that they're singing, and also this lines up with the long "ooooo" sound they make at the end of this lyric, so cool)

There is now context! Boys aren't taught to cook! Anime and Japan's culture in general still pigeonholes people into gender roles! And an anime translator just wrote you a hidden translation note about it! You might be a boy, you might know how to cook, but certain boys in another part of the world aren't traditionally taught cooking, so they may not know

They may not, but they could!

Trust a trans person to express gender facts with subtle nuances like this in anime translations.

And with that lovely bit of good translation and good writing and good localization of a thing to make it make sense to people

Mew!

#symphogear #symphogear gx #beef stroganoff #translation discourse #boys dont know this #(or rather THEY MAY not) #(but could if they were told how!) #you know it from anime and manga #audrey (of the joystick system) posts

[artsyanapink]

RAPHAEL X TIEFLING TAV

So again, don't think it is dubcon because Tav wants it but she is too ashamed to admit it. 😩

I NEED THIS DEVIL 🫠

You had finally set foot in Baldur's Gate, after all these weeks of fighting the cult of the Absolute and searching a cure for the tadpole in your head, your group was still at the starting point.

For now, you were visiting the city again. It changed a lot since the last time you were there, before been abducted on the nautiloid. You passed merchants, citizens and animals until a building catch your eyes. "Sharess's Caress?"

Something seemed to strangely pull you towards it. Wyll seemed to sense it. "A brothel? I think we should find a place to rest instead for now."

Astarion laughed dryly next to him. "You should learn to relax from time to time for a bit of fun."

"You and I know both well that we have a different kind of fun, Astarion." The warlock respond uncomfortably.

Karlach didn't respond anything yet but you knew she didn't look too fond of the idea of entering. You turn to them, persuasive. "It can't be that bad, can't it?"

Oh, how wrong you were.

You were immediately welcome by the owner of the brothel the second you pass the door. She suggests you a selection of people to have a good time with but you weren't interested.

"Are there anyone else?" You asked curiously, feeling your compagnions eyes behind you.

There was a pregnant pause as she gazed upstairs, then turn to you with a grin. "It seems that the devil's den is not occupied anymore. You would have a great time with him." The woman eyes you up and down and you feel naked despite wearing your armor. "He is truly a charming fellow. I am sure you would have a great time."

You thank her, wondering who the owner was talking about. You had a little idea and that made you even more drawn to find out. You walk upstairs, searching for the room she mentionned and opening the door, you were met with the githyanki general leaving the room in angry steps, then the devil's eyes on you.

"For fuck sake...Are you kidding me?" You could hear the other tiefling grunt.

You feel trapped when his eyes met yours. He was in his human form, knuckles under his chin in false thought as a smirk graced his lips. "My, my, the little mouse finally crawls to the cat claws, time and luck ran out. Have you finally lost all solutions after all this time?"

Did you? You know you tried. Nettie, the hag, Halsin...All of them couldn't help and although your vampiric friend decided with happiness to use the tadpole powers (for selfish reasons, you didn't judge) you weren't and Raphael was right, you were lost, but that wasn't the first thought on why you entered the devil's den.

You frown and your tail sway, knowning he could easily read you like a book. You turn to your compagnions with sweaty hands. "I'll join you guys later. I need to talk to him in private."

They all seem to disapprove beside Astarion. You knew how he would go for a deal with a devil than returning back to Cazador. The others however, Wyll and Karlach, weren't on the same side. "Don't you fucking dare sell your sould to that cambion!

You try to calm the stronger woman. "Karlach..."

You hear a clap. "Now, let's talk about the deal." The smell of sulfur passes your nose. Raphael had changed in his cambion form. He cracks his head and rolls his shoulders back.

"I never agreed to make a deal." You frown and cross your arms. "And even if I was, I still don't know what you want in return."

He walked closer with a grin. "There was something." The devil pauses, flamed eyes looking at you. "but changes happened." His vague response only makes your brows crease deeper and he laughs at your expression. "Don't look at me like that, little mouse." He snaps his fingers, transporting your friends elsewhere, probably outside the room. "I already found another way to retrieve it." You still didn't know what he was talking about. "As for you," Raphael places two fingers under your chin. "I have grown found of you—in my own devilish ways. I want you to serve me."

What? "Serve you? Don't you have damned souls to do so already?"

The cambion let out a devious chuckle. "Let me rephrased it." His grip turns rougher, claws slightly scratching your skin and his voice threatening. "You will serve me." His face returns neutral.

You stay immobile with wide eyes, your body getting warmer. You couldn't believe you were liking this in the bottom of your mind. Raphael seems to sense it, a smug smile on his face.

You sigh. Your compagnions will hate you forever if they know about this but you would lie to yourself if you say you weren't drawn to the devil since the first meeting. "On one condition." Raphael's listening, so you continue. "You give me the hammer to free Orpheus and let me save Baldur's Gate." You loved the city and you didn't want weeks of efforts to go in vain.

"Such autority." Raphael let go of your chin with a sneer. "You have a deal." A contract appeared in front of you, the fire illuminating the room. You read the infernal lines carefully before signing and the paper disappeared.

After it did, the devil didn't waste time. He snakes a hand in your curved horns and tug. You whine, eyes directly at him with a glare but he only looks nonchalantly at you. "On your knees."

"You could've asked—" You let out a moan involontary as Raphael tugs again on it, your face closer to his now.

"And where is the fun in that, little mouse? The cat is hunting for what he chased." His smile faded a moment as he says his next words. "On your knees."

You kneel while never breaking eyes contact with the devil. Raphael's glowing eyes looks down at you and a part feel natural, to be below him. A unholy dream that was coming true. One you never told anyone. To be at the devil's mercy was intoxicating. His hand caresses your hair, then your face and he hums. "Mortals are normally so boring but you? You are certainly not, little mouse." He snaps his fingers and you feel cold. The bastard undressed you.

"Seriously?" You watch him, embarrassed.

He tut when you try to hide your parts. "Do not hide yourself." You see him drink you up and down. "Seeing you like this is far more refreshing than with that poor excuse of an armor." Raphael swat his hand like he was talking of junk. The devil works his magic, his naked form now in front of your own kneeled one. Your body goes rigid as his cock appears in eyes level. You gaze at him.

Hells. How were you suppose to put it in your mouth? Astarion was big but it wasn't the same. Raphael's member was of a devil, red with veins and bumps. You're confused when he walks away to sit on the end of the bed. His legs are opened and he curls his fingers towards him. "Come."

You get up but stop in your tracks. "Oh no, pet.  On all four." You blush, flames pooling inside your lower regions and you crawl to Raphael's lap, between his legs. This was so humiliating, but so worth it.

You palm his erection and stroke it gently, then start to lick the tip while looking at Raphael. His eyes full of flames watch your ministrations with silence, a few groans there and there but he doesn't seems to be the vocal type. You wrap your mouth around his cock, chocking as it touches the back of your throat but hum, closing your eyes.

"Good....You know what you are doing after all." Raphael lets out a relieved sigh mixes with controlled pleasure. "Is it the vampire spawn? Or perharp another of your compagnion? Not that it matters. You are mine."

You don't respond, bobbing your head as you suck and roll your tongue around his shaft.  The devil grabs the back of your horns and move you to his own pace, your nose touching the hair. Raphael chuckles, trapping you in your position. He groans as cum slides down your throat. Even finished, he doesn't let go of you. His eyes glares at your form when he sees you are not drinking his cum. "Shallow." Tears appears in the corners of your eyes with the lack of air and you drink every drop, gasping to breathe when Raphael lets go of you, smirking.

Your body is trembling in arousal when the cambion orders you to lay on four on the bed. You look over your shoulder, your tail flicking back and forth. He walks closer to your form and grips your ass cheeks. You let out a whimper when his lips are close to your face, his voice lowering above a whisper. "What a naughty little mouse. To think you would do such a thing when your compagnions are outside." Raphael didn't feel sorry, that was for sure. "With a devil no less." There was a smack, your body moving forward with a cry.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

You nod, but he only smacks your ass harder with a glare. "Y-Yes, Raphael."

"Good girl." The devil spreads the skin, your pussy in view. "My, my."

You face the sheets, flustered and embarrassed. Gasps leave your lips however when you feel Raphael rubs your folds. You were already soaked and he barely touched you yet.

He hums, entering two inside. This earned a whimper from your part. "Too much already? How disappointing." Another finger came in, not bothering to know if you were truly enjoying yourself or you just couldn't take more.

"Can you—ah!" You stop mid-sentence as the devil pumps three fingers roughly. He relishes in your moans, looking at your helpless form under him, your clawed fingers grabbing the sheet while trying to not let sounds out. This made Raphael frowns. He wanted to hear you scream, beg, cry, anything but dead silence so the devil's fingers go their way deeper.

"Raphael!" You couldn't hold your voice, moaning his name for your friends to hear.

Your skin was shining with sweat, tail down in submission. The devil continues his assault on your plump walls, biting your ear. "Louder."

You scream his name louder, and even louder when he enters you with his cock. Your pants fill the devil's den and you didn't care anymore if your compagnions could hear you. You want to satisfy your craving for this immortal being. Raphael lifts your bottom higher, going deeper in your pussy. "Such a tight little mouse, mine to toy with now." His shaft rumbs each corner of your walls, making you see stars.

You were begging for release for what seems like hours when he came on your butt, slapping it soon after. You were exausted, head dizzy and heart pumping out of your chest. The matress squeaks under you, meaning the devil left the bed and you could see him in the corner of your eyes snapping his fingers, clothed once again.

"I enjoyed this little adventure between you and I." He turns with a smirk. "Not that it will be our last."

You get up with shaking legs. "So do I have to go to Hell with you now?"

Raphael laughs. "No, not now. You still have a mission to accomplish, do you not, little hero?" He approaches your naked form, grapping your face. "I'll come for you when time runs out." Then the devil disappeared.

The door behind you immediately burst opened with a furious Karlach and your two other compagnions.

"Fuck...."

#i love him #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 spoilers #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael x oc #raphael x reader #tiefling #tav #karlach #astarion #wyll #fanfiction #smut

[amysgiantbees]

Dead Boy Detectives Cat King Spoilers

I ADORE the Cat King and I'm really fascinated by him and I just love how detailed everything about him is.

A few thoughts on him...

I love that he's living at Empire fish company to harken to his royal status.

I adore the head-cannon that he's Desire's child. With his golden eyes that remain no matter his form. Desire's actor even tweeted about it!

Since he had to ask which boy put the spell on his cat we know one of his powers isn't seeing through his cat's eyes, they have to report back to him. And, knowing cats, they have to want to report back too. They don't just do it out of obligation. So, I'd like to think he's a pretty decent ruler. Or even my head-cannon that he doesn't really rule them more protects and acts as their go between, between themselves and other creatures.

His powers so far: Personal resurrection. Teleportation (but maybe just to pocket dimensions). Shapeshifting. Binding spells or just magic in general much like Edwin can practice magic from books. All very indirect kinds of magic which really suit his trickster spirit vibes.

I love that his loneliness is tied in to almost every interaction he has with Edwin. From insisting that he likes to keep things consensual then putting a spell that forces them to be closer. To watching out for/stalking Edwin with his cats. To forcing him to tell the truth but only a little bit in a kind of desperate attempt to get Edwin to see he cares about him and embraces him for who he is. Edwin calling him lonely really doesn't come from nowhere to humanize him which I love. It's great that even the minor character's motivations are well thought through in the show.

I feel like he took to Edwin so quick possibly just out of pure desire. But also people love to say animals are great judges of character, especially cats, they're discerning. So I love the idea that even if Thomas was repressing the fact that he is lonely a part of him knew it and recognized that loneliness in Edwin. As well as what his actor's mentioned in interviews that Thomas is so free and has so few inhibitions and thus just enjoys messing with stuffy old Edwin so much.

Me enjoying Thomas' moral greyness does not mean I'm condoning his behaivour. But it certainly doesn't bother me for multiple reasons. Firstly, his actor is SO charismatic. It really does make a difference that he's just SO fun to watch. Also, not that I've never been harassed by a queer guy before, but him being not straight does help beat the creep vibes in my mind. Also, the way that he will push a boundary but say or do something that softens what he's done helps. Like ranting and raving in the woods that Edwin will regret this but instead continuing to try to protect him from Esther. I think he clearly cares enough about Edwin that if Edwin was REALLY that uninterested in him and uncomfortable he would of just have given him a different punishment. Also, it's a fair punishment. He binds Edwin just like Edwin bound that cat. He's an ambiguous trickster fantasy creature, I'm willing to let a lot slide due to the fact that he clearly has an important role in the story and people's lives as a disrupting and mischievous influence.

I also am not particularly bothered by any potential creepiness from the Cat King as the way in interviews everyone talks about him is that he had a very specific role to play. He was made to be Edwin's sexual awakening. Yes he could have just been a guy that like always seems to be obliviously shirtless going on runs or something like that and it would have been less problematic. But, for one, I'm sure Edwin's seen that before and just looks away when it happens. Two, Edwin is SO repressed I think it makes a lot of narrative sense that he needs someone SO pushy and desperate in return to wake him up. And also he then contrasts against the purity and sweetness of Edwin's love for Charles. I don't see this as condoning this behaivour because real people aren't deeply repressed Edwardian ghosts that couldn't access therapy even if they wanted to on account of being dead.

Furthermore, as I'm sure many people have seen in recent popular discourses media does not need to be morally pure. I don't think that should be a get out of jail free card though. Or that creatives should be allowed to make whatever offensive shit they want and then say but "it's art" or "it's satire". Context matters. It's important how you frame something. And sure the Cat King is not punished for his bad behaivour but he is framed in such a way that I feel like he is not supported for it either. He doesn't get "rewarded" with Edwin in the end. He's not even guaranteed to have his company in even a platonic way since they're heading back to London and he, presumably, has to stay in his kingdom (he calls himself A cat king so I'm assuming there's others elsewhere so he probably can't go to London and intrude on another's territory. Or maybe he's A cat king in that there's just one at a time but there's a history of them).

Also, I've seen some people be uncomfortable at the age gap between Edwin and the Cat King, but to quote one of my favourite YouTubers Kennie J.D. "They're brooding hot 25 year old teenagers". They're both actors in their 20's. They could both theoretically be playing immortals frozen in their teens. I get that Thomas looks older but none of them look like teens. Edwin's actor has a 5 o'clock shadow. The most info we get about Thomas' age that he's meant to be appearing as is that he says "he's not a daddy type" according to him. Admittedly his actor says that when he was imagining a backstory for him part it was that he thought he and Esther were ex's. So that does lend to the idea of him being frozen as an adult. So I'd definitely say it's a grey area. But also people arguing it's not weird because they're all kind of ageless anyway, I do disagree with. As a TikToker, Babbity Kate, I like pointed out just because Edward is over 100 years old doesn't mean Bella dating him isn't less weird than her dating Carlisle. There's a difference, it matter's a person's maturity.

I just hope we get a Season 2 and the Cat King sticks around for it. Hope Edwin misses him XD

#dbd #dead boy detective agency #dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives spoilers #myanalysis #the cat king

[a-very-well-made-mask]

I also love shoving my Tourette’s shit onto toby it’s so fun playing with my Barbie dolls YIPPEE!!!

So here are some ‘headcanons’ or general ideas I have for his Tourette’s/tics, based (BASED??) on my own. I don’t like when people get rid of his Tourette’s and tics or ignore the factors that bring them out.

-When he’s in a proxy state he’s going to be ticcing heavily, stuttering badly, clicking and groaning and jerking around which is going to unnerve and scare his victim more. Toby obviously hates it which makes his tics worse, he can barely talk because his jaw is clenched so badly. He just grunts and moans and goes after his victim, straight up animal (Just like me fr)

-A few tics of his are the ‘general’ head twitching/snapping from side to side, blinking/winking, grimacing, cracking joints or slapping self, rocking on his heels or crouching/jumping up, but some others (that I don’t see people mention) are his vocal tics like groaning, coughing, yawning, yelping. Physical also include rocking on heels, biting his hands, kicking, this is usually when he’s working up to a tic attack. He’s liable to hurt himself so Clockwork knows what’s going on and sits with him and lets him squeeze her hand. #1 Tourette’s supporter I KNOW SHED TREAT ME RIGHT…

-Another tic of his is stuttering or saying Clocky’s name, like ‘Clock-Clock-Clock’ or ‘Natty/Nat’, she actually thinks it’s oddly sweet in a morbid Tourettic way and they have inside jokes about it

-Tic attacks are made worse or started by being in proxy state, but that’s not always what starts them off. A lot of stress, anger, negativity, large fires, flashing lights/strobe/large crowds, being out too late at night, or too much excitement also set off tic attacks or seizures

-He goes non-verbal from tics sometimes, he can sign a little in ASL but that’s useless when your hands are cramping up and flapping, but Clocky’s spent so much time with him she usually knows what he’s trying to say and helps guide him to say certain things or talks for him

-Toby used to take various meds for his Tourette’s, like antipsychotics and shit like Risperdal, but he hated the way they made him feel and stopped taking them. Im just speculating here, but it might have been that the meds were in a sense ‘blocking off’ Slender Man’s access to him, so a little bit of Toby’s decision to toss the meds may not entirely have been his decision

-When he gets exhausted after a tic attack, he likes laying with or near Clockwork. She just calms him down in a way nothing else can <3

-He’ll only let Clocky call him ‘Ticci’ (I FUUUCKINGGGG HATE THAT NAME SORRY FELLOW DICKSUCKERS)

#OK THATS ALL BAIIII #scoots away like Stewie griffin #GOD I LOVE TALKING ABOUT TOBY AND HIS TICS #creepypasta #yappin #toby rogers #clockwork creepypasta #natalie ouellette

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starving creatures | chapter three🖤

pairing: xu minghao x reader // jun x reader (mainly lol)

description: starving creatures have arrived at your homeland in forks. little do you know, they not only intend to drain the blood out of you... they'll also to break your heart in two.

genres: slowburn (please bare with me), fluff, angst, vampire!au, ceramist!hao

warnings: blood drinking, lot of blood related themes, repressed emotions, family issues, miscommunication, kinda toxic friendship with cheol? blood and smut will be mixed. emotionally and physically starved vampires oops. did i mentioned blood?

minors dni!!!

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CHAPTER THREE

He’s never been easily forgiving. And even if he was, the events after his transition couldn’t possibly be ignored like he was ignoring them. Joshua remembers it with such clarity—a young student with big dreams suddenly crushed by the weight of a life that wouldn’t find death. The morning after the attack, a maddening hunger made Vernon lock himself in a room for days. He made him swear not to let him go out until his appetite would miraculously vanish –which, of course, didn’t happened.

Joshua agreed to his terms, even though he knew they were sadic and unrealistic. With his bare hands, he tore apart the neck of a hen. He dampened his friend’s lips with some fresh blood and saw the color gradually abandon his face. Three days passed like this. Vernon grew more irrational and aggressive until Joshua understood he was stupidly trying to starve himself to death. He knew too well that the first thirst wouldn’t just go away with some stinky animal waste. So he got his hands dirty. He took the life Vernon refused to steal and fed the blood to his friend.

Vernon still punishes himself about it. And Joshua is still trying to convince himself that the person he attacked from the back would understand, if only he knew how desperate he felt in that moment.

In Vernon, he had found a companion. A friend for a life sentence he thought he would be serving alone. Should he feel grateful or enraged at Boo Yejin and his perverse brother? While he arrives at the Boo residence, he tries to get rid of all the conflictive thoughts he knows Seungkwan will read through like a kid’s book.

He knocks on the door like a civilized person. His fists are hidden at his back, clenched so hard that pain almost numbs his senses. If only he were strong enough, he wouldn’t hesitate to smash his way to the hallway. A servant asks for his name and, after checking with the master, reluctantly invites him to wait in the foyer.

The carpets are crimson red. There are no beams of natural light passing through the dense curtains. His childhood home used to have the same chandelier that is now hanging over his head. It has thick branches and crystal tears. And his stomach turns at the experience of revisiting the past without a warning.

“Took you long enough,” Seungkwan says, after a few minutes of letting his rage brew in the entrance. He is dressed pretty uncomfortably. An elegance no one would consider to carry at his own house. “I see this bloodsucking life suited you well enough. You look different from the student we cornered at the library”.

“Don’t you look into your enemies?” Joshua asks. “It’s hard to believe you’re oblivious to every trace of his face.”

“Enemies?” Seungkwan snorts. “Your pig-fed family is no enemy to me. If you think about it, a wolf doesn’t see a lamb as much of a danger. But for the lamb, well… the wolf is a significant threat.”

“Why did you send the mirror to my house?” Joshua asks, trying to ease his anger so he won’t lose himself in Seungkwan’s twisted game. “You thought it would be fun to mock us? You weren’t even capable of bringing the mirror by yourself. You had the girl doing all your dirty work.”

“She offered when I told her. She is very helpful, like a housewife but you don’t have to pay nor marry her,” he says that in a disdainful way “In response to your question, no. We weren’t trying to mock you. What you were given is a relic and an honor, even though you’re too ignorant to see it.”

“An honor?” Joshua asks, taken aback by the audacity of the statement. “Why would you want to honor us? You don’t even respect us.”

Boo Seungkwan and his family's contempt for animal-fed nocturnals is not a secret well kept.

“I was hoping to make amends.”

Joshua laughs. If Seungkwan was really hoping to reconcile, the making up of his wrongdoings would take a lot more effort than an old mirror.

“A hundred years have passed. One would assume your friend grew accustomed to this.”

He 's wrong. Vernon never got used to this life, he just went with it.

“Never contact us again.”

“Wait,” Seungkwan insists. And he grimaces at the bitter taste of having to plead someone so inferior to him. “Walk around town. Take your made up family with you and watch how you don't get turned into dust the instant you leave the house. Let all of that sink and ask yourself how hard it's going to be to abandon that ten, maybe fifteen years from now. Then come back."

“What are you…?”

“Agnes!” Seungkwan abruptly cuts his sentence. “Please, escort him out.”

II

You can’t stop thinking about Minghao. The cold wind bites the end of your feet, and even though the weather slaps your face with constant reality checks, the thought of him insists on spinning around your head. Like you had been bewitched.

Autumn is coming. You and the guys decided to go downtown to handle flyers for the Harvest Moon Festival, an annual event organized by the state cultural committee, also known as Seungcheol’s brother, Wonwoo. Of course Hoshi took advantage of the situation and spread the word of the party he would be throwing Saturday night without the permission of his parents. You don’t know half of the people he invited. You wonder whether Minghao would want to join the party. Of course your friends won’t invite him but, if they did, would he want to be there?

Something tells you he wouldn’t. Something tells you he’d rather stay home among brushes and wine and clay. You wonder how ridiculous he would think you are if he could get into your head and find out you think of him so deeply.

Next time you see Jun, you want to ask him so many questions about his brother. Like how old he is or what movies he likes to watch when the weather is too foggy and rainy. Jun does seem to be able to read your mind, so you try to dispel the thoughts before you end up ruining your auntie’s business because of a stupid infatuation.

“Will Professor Han be doing his weird representation of the Spirit of Autumn again?” Dino asks, while absentmindedly handing out pamphlets to random passersby.

“Much to our disgrace,” Seungcheol says. “I tried to convince Wonwoo to not let him. But he said he’s got some important shit to say.”

“Important?” You ask. “Last year he said to watch out for a fairy infestation.”

Your friend Dino scratches his nose while Seungcheol charmingly smiles at the tall blond girl he handed his last pamphlet to.

“He’s an old man and a frustrated storyteller,” he tells you. “The least we can do is bare with him.”

“He told me I was going to sprint my ankle last year and I did,” Soonyoung adds. “Thinking ‘bout throwing him an invite to the party.”

You laugh at your friend's joke. Then he forgets his pamphlet-handling duty and tries to seriously convince you about how awesome it would be to have Professor Han come to his house with lots of tequila shots at his disposal. You laugh until you can’t find the stomach to keep doing so anymore. It feels like air has been sucked out of your lungs when you see Minghao a couple of steps from you, smoking a cigarette.

Fortunately his brother is sharing the cigarette with him, equally intimidating but you’ve grown accustomed to the weight of his presence. He glances your way, almost as if he detected your doubtful glare the second you placed it in the cloud of smoke they are breathing. You must say hi. But Minghao looks like he’s been taken right out of a painting.

You’re about to greet them when your best friend grabs you by the arm.

“C’mon, t/n, let’s grab a milkshake,” he says as he abruptly diverts you from your neighbors’ pathway.

Before you lose sight of them, you can see Jun nodding at your friend with a smug, almost provocative smile. Minghao simply looks at you two, stone cold.

“What the hell, Cheol?” You ask when you arrive at the cafeteria. The cashier looks at your friend like he’s a boyfriend in a tight spot.

“What do you mean?” He asks obnoxiously, just before ordering for two oat milk lattes.

“Don’t play dumb,” you say. Or maybe at this point you're begging. “We’re not like this.”

You're not quite sure what changed, but the fluctuations in Seungcheol’s character became evident shortly after he turned the sweet age of eighteen. His shoulders are always stiff. The only way for him to loosen up is by downing a full package of beer. Most times he forgets his promises and the worst part is, he won't talk to you about it. He rather party it off and call it for the night.

It shocked you when he called from Sweden to tell you he had traveled unexpectedly.

“Don’t act like I didn’t do you a favor,” he tells you. “You said you didn’t like them.”

“Yeah. There was no need for being rude though,” silence falls between the two of you until the cashier hands him your drinks. “I'm going to apologize.”

“T/n, wait…”

“Hoshi can have the latte.”

There you go, running away from the cafeteria like you run away from home each time shit gets too hard to handle. You love Hoshi; he’s a good friend to you. Yet there’s hatred in the words you spit at Seungcheol. Maybe you shouldn't blame your friend for his poor coping mechanisms. Who told you yours were better to begin with?

“Running away from Prince Charming?” Jun teases you from behind. He takes you by surprise, like an always attentive wolf with his favorite deer for hunting.

“Shut up,” You say, turning to him and realizing your tone could’ve been nicer. “Fuck, sorry Jun. It’s just… I’m not in the best good mood.”

His self-satisfied smile turns into a concerned gesture.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to be nice to me because my family is your client,” Jun says. “You can tell me if I’m being an asshole.”

“You’re not an asshole,” you laugh. “Just annoying… at the very worst possible time.”

“Maybe we can share a drink and talk about the appropriate and non-so appropriate moments to annoy you,” He offers. “I’m afraid my brother won’t be able to join us.”

You arch an eyebrow. What a devilish vestige for the angelical figure of his brother.

“Sorry,” he apologizes this time. “I guess the timing was wrong for that too.”

III

Minghao got turned into a nocturnal creature a hundred years ago. One must say he did it by own choice, except Jun’s recklessness didn’t make the decision feel like a matter of volition at all.

It had been a beautiful night; lively with intense candlelights and people dancing and chatting to the sultry melody of a saxophone. Minghao had attended Jeonghan's gathering in hopes of releasing the tension work had left on his back. A girl asked him about his job and he would have confessed his hatred for nursing if it wasn’t for the unexpected arrival of Junhui.

Four years younger and not mature enough to take no for an answer.

“What on earth are you doing here?” He had inquired. The girl, still peering over his shoulder in hopes for him to resolve his problem fast.

“I was invited. Hard to believe?”

“Han said you could come, he didn’t invite them. Why you have to act like such a kid all the time?"

“They’re my friends even if you don’t fucking like them, alright?” he blurted, cheeks turning red from the blood that was still circulating through his veins. “I swear if you get to know them…”

“They're older than you. They’re always wrapped in some shit. There’s nothing else.”

Minghao’s own temperature was beginning to rise at a slow but certain pace. Not only were his words true but the group had embraced Jun as a puppet for them to handle at their own pleasure.

Some wine? Jun could bring it. A party they hadn’t got an invite to? They would sneak out with the kid.

“I’ll kick them out myself.”

“Wait!” Jun had stopped him by the arm, fear draining the color from his face. “Let me do it.”

It was a mistake to let him go like that. He knows it now, forty years have passed, and he got the chance to memorize that evening like a hateful poem. He reproduces it in his dreams. Sometimes, he even tries to change it. Each word is cruel and it sticks to his mind like tick legs that are just impossible to rip off. Jun’s friends weren’t friendly. Apparently they had forgotten what humanity was like, just like the Boo Family had when they beat the shit out of Vernon and force him into eternity without him doing nothing to earn it.

Minghao had read about it in Vernon’s diary; midnight, late night studying and the clock ticking amid the silent of the empty library. Boo Yejin had sent his brothers to ambush Vernon for his poor decision of not choosing her love over his studies. If only he had gifted her with a pinch of his affection… then, he wouldn’t be here. Alive and suffering.

Minghao wakes up panting on the sofa. If his heart was still beating, it certainly would be sticking out of his chest. He’s home, luckily. So the initial confusion fades away pretty quickly. Like today, the majority of his nightmares are about his brother and his friends. Their stories always terrify him because they weren’t given the chance to choose or refuse this life. They were just thrown into it.

His shirt is soaked in sweat; his face is hot and throbbing and there’s a reddened hand diligently squeezing his own. It feels soft; so soft he could easily crush it with a little more pressure. It’s also warm and gentle. He has to force himself to let go because, in such a long time, he hasn’t allowed himself to feel such tenderness.

He doesn’t deserve it.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you tell him in a soothing voice. You’re wearing a raincoat. A crimson red raincoat. “You’re fine. Your family is fine. Everything’s okay now.”

“Where 's Jun?”

“We found you screaming when we got here,” you explain. “Your brother went to find Joshua. We tried waking you up, but nothing worked and you scared the shit out of us... You had a nightmare or sleep paralysis, I’m not sure. It must have been terrifying. All the things you said…”

“What did I say?”

Minghao's voice carries a sense of worry –not only had he dreamt about his brother. The taste of your blood had also been a recurring theme in his dreams.

“Just Vernon and Jun’s name... And something about them to please don’t hurt them.”

A beautiful full moon outshines the stars through the window. It pierces Minghao’s sight like the blade of the sun when the day is too bright to handle.

He had withdrawn from your touch. He didn’t want you to lay a hand on him, yet there was something about the tightness of his body and the shivering of his lips that made you feel profoundly sad when you looked at him.

That something was the need to be held. You could see it in his eyes; a skin starvation that had him rotting instead of living. The craving for a gentle touch.

The feeling leads you to briefly comb his hair with the hem of your fingers, affectionate but not too much. Loving but not too intimate. And you must have been right because as you caress him, your neighbor closes his eyes. His lips, so red like he had just bitten a strawberry.

He has to stop you, but he can’t. You need to go home, but you can’t stop brushing your fingers through the strands of his snow white hair.

The texture tricks you into believing you’re caressing the soft fur of a lamb. But what if it’s just a facade? What if he’s truly a predator?

Seungcheol wouldn’t trust him.

“Sorry,” you say in a faint voice. “I have to go. If you feel better I will just…” it physically pains you to remove your hand from his hair. “My aunt has to take her meds,” Why are you escaping? Is little red riding hood scared to be hunted by the wolf? “I left some chamomile tea in the kitchen. You should have some. It’s good for the nerves.”

“I will,” he says. But all that occupies his mind is the desperate, almost childlike need for five more seconds of your time. Chamomile won’t do anything for him when his fangs hurt inside his mouth. They will tear his skin open if he keeps pushing them back. “Thank you.”

You smile faintly. Your lips form a curve that’s meant to be as friendly as possible, but you want to touch him again.

“Anytime.”

You need to feel him as much as he needs to feel you.

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#minghao x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen the8 #seventeen x reader #minghao fluff #jun x reader #jun angst #jun fluff #jun smut #minghao angst #minghao smut #junhao #vampire au #seungcheol angst #seungcheol x reader

[douma-daisy]

How You Caught their Attention {Obanai/Tengen x Reader}

tw: animal death for Obanai’s part.

Obanai 🐍

Kaburamaru killed your new pet mouse. :(

“Mina?” you called out as you carefully scanned the area around you. Deep down, you knew she was as good as gone, but it wouldn’t hurt to search. Besides, you had your katana on you, so if you ran into any demons taking shelter in the forest’s shade, you could take care of them.

You were just about to give up when you noticed her sitting on a stump. You gasped in delight and rushed toward her, glad you wouldn’t have to take another trip to the pet shop. Your glee quickly died when you spotted a white snake creeping up on her.

“Mina!” you cried, scooping up a rock as you ran to her and raising it over your head. Before you could bring it down on the snake, you felt someone grab you from behind and flip you over. A demon?! No. As you sat up, you recognized the black and white striped haori in front of you.

“Mr. Iguro?!” you said, then gasped when you heard a pained squeal. “Mina!”

“Why were you trying to hurt my friend?” Obanai hissed.

“Your friend is killing my mouse!” you cried out, pointing to where Kaburamaru loomed over a now still Mina. Obanai looked and his eyes widened.

“Oh,” he said. “I… uh… I apologize.” You frowned and stood.

“Whatever. That’s what I get for getting the cheaper cage,” you shrugged, but Obanai could still sense your devastation.

“Let me make it up to you,” he said. He noticed your uniform. “Perhaps I could give you some training. As a hashira, I’m sure it’d be valuable to you.”

“That sounds great, actually,” you said. “Thank you, Mr. Iguro.”

“You may call me Obanai. I have a feeling we’ll be getting to know each other very well, after all.”

Tengen 💎

He heard a rumor that you said he was embarrassing.

It was ridiculous. A travesty! Him? The glorious sound hashira, god of festivals, lord of flashiness, husband of three beautiful wives, embarrassing?! How dare this insubordinate subordinate make such an unflashy claim about him. He’d be sure to teach you a lesson about respecting your superiors, and on recognizing brilliance.

“Hey, you!” he called out as he approached you among a group of your friends. You looked up at him, immediately intimidated by his towering height.

“Me, sir?” you asked, pointing to yourself.

“You’re (y/n), aren’t you?” he asked. You nodded. He smirked. “Well, (y/n), I happened to hear about something you said about me that caught my attention.” You furrowed your brows. What could you have said about him? You didn’t really talk about him a lot.

“Someone told me that you thought I was embarrassing,” he said.

“I never–” you began, but Tengen cut you off.

“No, no, no need to take it back. I could use a little constructive criticism,” he said. “But to fully understand it, I got to know what counts as embarrassing to you. How about… this?” He suddenly grabbed you and slung you over his shoulder. You yelped in surprise and your fellow demon slayers chuckled.

“Hey! Put me down!” you protested, your face heating up.

“Yup, you seem pretty embarrassed to me,” Tengen said, slapping your behind.

“How dare you!” you yelled, erupting more laughter from your colleagues.

“Oh come on, (y/n), I’m just having a little fun!” he said, bouncing a bit on his feet to jostle you around. After a few more minutes of this, he put you down, surprised to see tears welling up in your eyes.

“Hey, come on! Don’t be a crybaby over a little payback!” Tengen said.

“I never said that thing about you!” you told him angrily. “I wouldn’t say you’re embarrassing, but now I’d definitely say you’re an asshole!” You slapped him, then stormed off. Your friends stayed silent, bathing unwillingly in the awkwardness.

“I don’t think (y/n) said that. You should probably go apologize,” someone finally spoke up.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that was just a rumor made up to cause drama,” another added.

“Well why didn’t someone say something earlier?!” Tengen asked, his face turning red. They shrugged. Tengen scowled and stomped off after you, trying to think of the flashiest way to apologize for his behavior.

Don’t worry, you ended up forgiving him and agreeing to be friends.

#hashira x reader #obainai iguro x reader #obanai x reader #tengen uzui x reader #tengen x reader #uzui x reader

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Hi @ender-princee! I had a lot of fun making this and I hope you enjoy. Thank you for putting this exchange together and for letting me be part of it @mcythorrorgiftexchange!

The Red Means I Love You

A bit if violence, blood mentioned and described but not heavily, a bit of cursing

1,881 words

The sun had gone down almost completely, the sky a gentle purple fading to inky black, freckles of white paint that were stars beginning to dot the landscape.

It was a comfortable early autumn evening, and with the sun now taking its ritualistic rest, the heat of the day hours prior was a bit more tolerable and pleasant as Roier continued his journey to no where in particular.

His boots crunched the occasional leaf and he kicked the occasional pebble before he came up on a seemingly empty stretch of road and alleyways between buildings.

Warm orange lighting illuminated the pathway from towering lamps overhead.

Any cars that were in the vicinity were parked and abandoned.

It just seemed to be Roier and the creatures of the night, like crickets that started to vocalize, and a few fireflies that hadn't yet left and wouldn't return until the weather was deemed warm enough for them to emerge again, and something moving in one of the alleyways and bumping into a trash bag that rattled.

Roier's walking faltered and he stopped for a second to try and make out the source of the disturbance.

No other unnatural noise came from anywhere so he continued.

Everything was fine.

Then the sound of glass breaking somewhere nearby happened.

He thought about saying something, he could alert the source of the sound of his presence, but then he would alert the source of the sound of his presence, and they would figure out that he was worried, and alone.

So he just stood in place as his ears twitched in interest.

And a cat hopped out from the darknes, made eye contact with Roier, shook its head, meowed softly, then walked away.

Roier felt the corners of his mouth uptick in a smirk before shaking his own head.

"Es solo un gato, está bien, no seas idiota."

"Just a cat, huh?"

Roier jumped and almost tripped and fell over his feet as he whipped his head to the voice coming from behind him.

The person was tall, they had dark curly hair with a light streak at the front, piercing blue eyes, and a soft smile.

"What's the matter, guapito, something you're afraid of?"

Roier noticed fangs peeking from inside the mouth of the person, who wasn't a person at all, as they spoke.

"Vampire."

Roier practically whispered.

"Wow, bom trabalho, you're not just a pretty face after all."

The person- vampire- had a gentle voice and spoke with an accent.

"Now you're quite the sight to behold."

The vampire's eyes trailed up and down Roier's frame, admiring his extra set of arms and eyes and a small set of fangs of his own but in a different sense.

"Arachnid?"

Roier nodded and the vampire nodded back.

"Cellbit."

"Sorry?"

"My name. It's Cellbit."

"Oh."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Introductions usually go both ways, no?"

"I mean, I wouldn't exactly say 'it's nice to meet you' right now."

"Oh come on, don't be like that, guapito."

Roier tried to ignore the slight spread of warmth across the apple of his cheeks as the vampire- Cellbit- stepped ever slightly forward.

Cellbit was intimidating, and Roier was certainly suspicious, but he wouldn't say he was afraid.

He was almost unnaturally tall, his dark curls framed his olive toned face nicely, and his sharp blue eyes bore into Roier in interest.

"What do you want?"

"Believe it or not, I'm here because you're not just a sweet face, and I'm not the only one who could take something from you."

"Huh?"

A glass broke somewhere again, this time Roier suspected it wasn't just some animal, as a tall shadow rounded the corner.

"Stick by me when they get here."

"Que? Estas loco?"

"Talves. Just hold on. Do you trust me?"

And Roier stood still, his four eyes blinking and mouth hung open slightly like a fish trying to take a breath, but he stepped a bit closer to Cellbit anyway.

The shadows went from being silhouettes to taking physical form as two people, or seemingly so, had stepped out of the alleyway a handful of metres away.

They were also very tall, and if Roier focused, he saw a glimmer of light against one of their fangs as they said something to the other.

"Calma."

Cellbit nearly whispered into the air before disappearing in quite literally a blink, his eyes laser focused and watching the other two beings, which were much closer than before all of the sudden.

"Well look what we have here."

Said one of the, what Roier presumed, vampires.

"A nice meal, just for us."

It seemed that Roier's presumption was correct as one of the duo took a step closer.

"A hybrid, huh? Isn't that interesting, don't see too many of those around here. No matter, I've never had spider blood before."

The second of the pair said and had also stepped closer, when a throat cleared, Cellbit was back from wherever and standing within arms reach of Roier.

"Fancy seeing you here Cellbo, you never join for group feedings, first time for everything I suppose."

"I'm not."

"Kind of looks like you are, but no matter, care to move out of the way so we can enjoy our food?"

"Back off."

Both of the other vampires made an aborted noise, the one who was inching closer to Roier stopped.

"Sorry, I don't think I heard you exactly, você quer repetir isso?"

"Back. Off."

Cellbit took a step closer to the side of Roier, who ignored his cheeks heating up slightly.

"So I did hear you right after all, interesting, and why should I do that, hm? There is perfectly good meal from a perfectly willing participant right here that you are so rudely refusing to give the opportunity. Isn't that right, quierdo?"

Both of the other vampires stepped forward, while Roier stepped back, unintentionally but not unfortunately bumping into Cellbit.

"I said back off"

Cellbit said while catching Roier's biceps and keeping him from falling after he started to lose balance.

"He's not a meal only for you."

The second of the duo said and crossed his arms.

"He's not a meal for anyone."

What?

"Desculpe?"

"He's not a meal, for you two or for me or for anyone, he's not going to leave with a drop of blood taken from him."

"And why is that? Why should we leave a perfectly good meal alone? Not just a regular meal either, need I remind you that this isn't someone you see every day, this is a hybrid. When was the last time any of you have had spider blood and when is the next chance any of you think you'll get? Tell me, really, what's your reason?"

Cellbit was still very close to Roier, and even though he was not near falling anymore, he still held onto his biceps gently.

The other two vampires were give or take a foot away, one had his arms crossed and the other had an eyebrow raised, both of their mouths parted ever slightly in question, light from the rising moon glimmering off of their unnaturally sharp teeth.

Roier had a feeling that they- as in all three vampires- could hear and smell his heartbeat and sensed his presence before, seeing as they all pinpointed his location, but he was certain they could hear and practically taste the sweat beading his brow and his pulse thumping beneath his skin now as the distance was closing.

One of the vampires suddenly lunged forward, his face centimeters away from Roier's neck, a hiss echoed.

Roier jumped back before fangs made contact with his skin and hissed himself in warning.

Cellbit put his body between Roier and the other vampire and stared daggers into both of the duo but especially the one who dared to try something he thought was funny.

"Aye, pendejo!"

Roier exclaimed as he jumped back to avoid being bit, arms going up and holding onto Cellbit's shoulders as he stepped in front of the hybrid on instinct.

"You're going to wish you hadn't done that."

Cellbit seethed, icy blue eyes slowly morphing into a dark red color, closer to resembling blood.

"Am I now?"

The one vampire challenged, the second took a few small steps back, and Cellbit smirked and showed his own fangs before pouncing.

Cellbit was now holding a knife that seemed to have appeared from thin air, it was small and very pretty and it sliced the first vampire's jugular cleanly.

They opened their mouth to react, but any sound or word they could've protested with was promptly cut off as the seams of their throat were torn, beads turned a trickle turned a waterfall of smooth carmine fell from the wound across their windpipe.

They fell into a heap, like a puppet who had their strings cut, onto the asphalt beneath.

"Caralho!"

The second one yelled, and ran as fast as he could, barely making it a foot from the other body, but Cellbit was faster, and practically teleported in front of them, using the same method to dispose of them as he did the first.

Cellbit's knife was beautiful before, but now it was gorgeous, vermilion coating it and running down the blade.

He lifted the weapon to his mouth, made eye contact with Roier, and licked a stripe across it.

Then he crouched and positioned himself above one of the bodies beneath them so he could swallow the still slowly flowing red liquid from the source.

When he stood back up and looked at Roier, the lower half of his face was crimson, he licked a line across his upper teeth, and his eyes were morphing back into that piercing and addictive blue.

"They aren't a threat anymore."

"Mierda. I didn't know you could kill vampires."

"You can't, not technically, I mean, not again. You can hurt them, and these two will probably be asleep for a while, but they'll be back in a little bit. They probably won't remember anything either."

Cellbit had his eyes transfixed on the duo at their feet, the puddle of sticky vermilion grew around both of them, but it was just residual blood still dripping from their necks, the wounds has come to a stop in the meantime.

Roier had his eyes transfixed on the tall boy with dark hair and blue again eyes and red lips and stubble next to him.

"Roier."

"Como?"

"My name. It's Roier."

"Olà, Roier. Hm. I think I prefer calling you guapito."

"It's a good thing I prefer you calling me guapito then. Thank you."

"For?"

"Saving me. Being here in the first place. I don't know how much I believe in chance, or before tonight at least, but this was kind of crazy."

"What were you doing out here anyways?"

"Walking."

"Anywhere in particular?"

"Not really."

One of the vampire's bodies twitched very slightly and the other groaned quietly.

"Care to keep walking to no where in particular together then?"

"Seria mi honor."

Cellbit's hand was a bit sticky with blood from earlier's endeavors as he held it out, and Roier's hand was a bit tacky with sweat from adrenaline and anxiety because of earlier's events as he grasped it, and neither of them minded as they walked down the moonlit path.

#mcyt #qsmp #cellbit #roier #fanfic #creative writing #mcythorrorgiftexchange

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Alice 'Allie' Parkington is WonderSpider!

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Miguel: One year and four months ago, I devised the formula for inter-dimensional travel, allowing me to open portals across the multiverse. I created an elite stri-

Alice: Oh, Okay! -

[Alice is the result of a 'Adapt-A-Spider' Challenge, where you adapt a pre-existing character into a Spider! You can see more of my fun Spidersona challenges HERE]

(Also HUGE THANKS to @fairytalespider who made the OG SpiderSnow!)

Gwen Stacy isn't the only blonde who knows about miraculously falling through wormholes.

Except Allie got sent to the universe with talking animals, and a maniacal queen with of taste for beheadings. Not that she's complaining. Not when the tea parties are so delightful~

At 7 years old Alice Parkington found a white waist-coated rabbit, on a hurry to who knows where -

And she followed him, fell down a hole, and never came back.

Origins:

[Alice's world is a mix of the book's portrayal, the cartoon's, and Tim Burton's (though I haven't seen the movies). Her story begins at the end of book - a similar ending to the cartoon movie, but instead she doesn't wake up.]

After losing a game of croquet to The Red Queen of Hearts, Alice is sent to the dungeons, awaiting her beheading on the Queen's orders. That is, until she finds an enchanted Spider in her cell, sent by an ally. When she's bitten, it gives her all the power of Wonderland - and binds her there forever. After escaping The Red Queen's Death Row, Alice was adopted by the woman who helped free her - The kind but exiled The White Queen or Marmoreal, aka Her Aunt Mirana.

Now The Blue Princess of Marmoreal, Alice is next in line for the throne, and the web-swinging protector of Tugley Woods, Wonderland. She spends her days fighting against the tyrannical and murderous rule of The Red Queen of Hearts, and The Court of Cards. With The Mad Hatter as her martyred Uncle Ben - Alice calls Wonderland her home, though she's always left questioning what's real and what isn't. At this point, she's accepted she'll never know the answer. So when she's recruited for Spider Society, it's just another rabbit hole to go down, and another adventure to fall into. On campus she's known as WonderSpider, and she's a lot more powerful (and ruthless) than you'd think.

Design and Personality:

Alice is a lot less sugar and a bit more spice, with her personality taking after the book (moreso than the movies).

Alice is bubbly and independent. She's as curious as a cat and as chatty as a bird. And she's all about asking questions and finding her own way in the world.

She's loves tea parties and foraging and making crazy experiements in the Hatter's workshop. And now that he's gone, she still finds herself in there, cooking up another magical sweet or Victorian style gadget. When she's not doing that, she's at The White Queens side, begrudgingly taking (literally) nonsensical etiquette classes. She isn't afraid to speak up for herself and others. And once she makes her mind up, it's settled.

Despite what some may think, she's isn't an entire lunatic. She's hasn't gone Wonderland Mad yet.

Even since a young girl, Alice has always been known for asking questions - trying to find the sense in nonsense before coming to a conclusion. She's great at picking up on details, and thinking outside the box. And she's always the one to keep a level head, no matter what the circumstances. Doom is not assured when reality is subjective. She's as logical as she is loopy, and although some may think there's nothing going on between her ears, they are sorely mistaken.

She always wears her glasses. She needs them to see.

Or rather, she needs them to see correctly. Having a cause of The Mads, taking off her glasses distorts her vision of the room into a psychedelic and disorienting wonderland version itself - which hurts. She keeps them on always. Though they can be knocked off during battle. Like other Spider-people - The lenses squint, blink, and emote. They have a permanent and consistently moving patterns and colors. Between blinks, the design may change, the swirls changing color or direction. Sometimes the words she's saying may flash over them for emphasis, and they can contain anything from exclamation points to tie dye.

Alice is a de facto genius.

An expert chemist, Alice has mastered dozens of recipes and chemistry formulas using the vegetation in Wonderland. She's cracked the code to rabbit holes, and has an amazing affinity for science and theoretical theory. And if she doesn't understand a certain law of physics or something, she can just choose to ignore it. Literally.

Powers & Abilities:

Hobie told Alice that laws are oppressive. She agreed, told him she hates the laws of physics - then started floating to the ceiling like a balloon. Needless to say, reality doesn't really work for Alice. And she cannot control it.

But no matter what her misfortune, though - She'll always say 'Oh, dear.'

Reality Warp:

Wonderland has side effects. Alice can grow and shrink at will, but once she's there, she can't go back. When she wants, she can manifest rabbit holes to Wonderland on any flat surface, but she doesn't know where they are - so she always falls into them. Her tears are huge, and they flood any room. And for some reason, she's obsessed with cookies. It she sees one, she'll eat it. It doesn't matter if it says 'Eat Me' or not. If you hand her something and tell her to drink, she will. It's the one thing she won't question, although she should know better. She'll read the label, and if it's not clearly labeled bleach or poison, she's drinking it. If it's not those two things, it must be safe right?

The Power of Imagination:

Like Spider-Ham has the Super-Slapstick ability, Alice has the Power of Imagination on her side. If she can make logic of it or believe it, then there is a random chance it will happen. If the team is looking for a way past a locked door, Alice may say 'If only there were a mousehole somewhere here. Mice are such scampers, they can get into anywhere!' There will probably be a 1/4 chance of a mouse running by, leading them to a cartoon like mousehole she can shrink and go through. However, Alice can't will it to happen. She can't be asking or hoping for it, and the thought has to be completely innocent and 'wonderous' for it to work. The ability can also be compounded, with multiple unlikely things happening rapid fire - however this is less likely and HIGHLY dangerous if done in other universes, and is likely to cause an anomaly. Plus everyone else involved goes a tad bit 'loopy' for a bit.

This ability only works outside of Wonderland, and it was discovered by Miguel.

When Alice met Miguel, she began to question his interesting suit, and so she asked. Miguel began to explain to her, but confused, Alice said 'Well, that's nonsensical. Surely you can't wear light like fabric. If that were true, I could pull this right off you.' - And then she did. And suddenly she was holding his suit in her hands as if it were made of fabric, and Miguel was there in his underwear.

Alice's response: 'Oh dear.'

Chesire Mode:

When surrounded by enough chaos or kinetic energy, Alice can go Chesire Mode, and really goes off the bend. She experiences full Wonderland Madness - similar to the Hatter, and gains the ability to unravel herself and turn invisible. Her voice begins to echo, creating a disorienting and hallucination-like affect. Doing this is known to cause madness, but it affects everyone in the room.

Equipment:

WebShooters: Alice uses mechanical Web-Shooters created by her and The Mad Hatter. Her webs are silly string and streamers. 'Bow'-nus Arms: Alice's waist ribbon is extendable like Mr.Fantastic's limbs, serving essentially as a second set of arms. However, when it's off of her, it's much more similar to Doctor Strange's cape, having a mind and personality of it's own. She can take it off and ask it do it, and it'll go off and (try it's best) to do it, just like a snake. It's name is David Bowie. She does not know who David Bowie is - it's just a coincidence: it's family name is Bow-ie, and David is a common name.

Random Facts:

Alice hangs out with a lot of the 'Eccentric' and Mini Spiders - She likes others from cartoons or fairytales, or anyone made for whimsy.

And she likes spending her time small.

She has a crush on Lego Spider-Man. She shrinks to be with him lol

He naturally finds her a little offputting, they're NOT a thing but she wishes (sis he's literal plastic)

Alice's best friends are SpiderPetal, SpiderSnow (@fairytalespider), SpiderFairy (@stardust948) and Spider-Ham.

Since they all live in either a woodland area, a cartoon, or both, those are usually who she's with

Though she only goes small around people she trusts - but never someone like Miguel. In fact, with Miguel, she does the opposite.

When Miguel is in the room, Alice prefers to grow 'full size' as in... taking up the whole room giantess style.

She says it helps, because 'It makes Mr.O'hara look like a little toy soldier.'

With the size of his lair, she can often grow taller faster than he can get lower - so he'll stay up there, and she'll grow to meet his eye.

She can decide when to stop growing or shrinking, just not when she'll turn back.

This power is transferable. Alice's wonderland powers still work elsewhere, and so her cookies and drinks do too.

Alice can only keep 1 cookie and 1 drink on her at one time, never more, it'll always be ruined.

She can use these to either extend her state, or have someone shrink or grow along with her.

But once she uses the one of each item, she can't get more until she returns home and makes more.

HOWEVER. HOWEVER - Alice is down for deals.

If you come to her world and ask for some cookies or potions, she'll give it to you. But there's a mandatory tea party involved, and the only payment she asks is that you bring sweets for the guests - Vegan please!!

(Her favorite is angel food cake, after cookies of course)

Those aren't the only ones - she has dozens of sophisticated concoctions for any need - floating and weightlessness, invisibility, even the ability to mimic voices perfectly -

And just the same, she's able to carry one of each when outside of Wonderland.

A frequent customer of hers is Hobie. He puts the potions to work - plus he makes the best vegan coconut macaroons.

Oh - also DO NOT Drink her tea though - it's made with Wonderland Tea Leaves....Great for a good time, horrible for bedtime.

Despite not knowing her specific age - Alice is a young adult - and she works at The Society.

Her Uncle Hatter was a master chemist, alchemist, magician, chef - and dozens of other things. And for years, Alice studied under him.

Originally, Miguel assumed all of this knowledge would be non-transferable nonsense, but - wrong.

Alice is one of the leading scientists at The Society - with a concentration in Multiversal Physics, studying everything from the visual styles of universes, the path between universes, and differences in time.

She'll often say something, only to get dismissed by Miguel.

But Lyla will cut him off, telling him that scientifically, Alice IS making sense.

It's just that because her world is totally backwards, the ideas she has to describe her thoughts are backwards too.

After a while, she becomes one of the main people to write the updates and programs for the watches, working with Miguel as her boss.

She's like a bop-it, full of weird and very useless quirks.

If her feet get wet, they make the duck waddle sound when she walks.

If she hits her head, it makes the TikTok 'Boink' sound. She runs and it makes the Flintstones noise.

If she stubs her toe or gets hurt on something tiny, she'll scream like Tom The Cat.

She burps bubbles (like the soap kind) and her sneezes sound like one of those party straw thingies.

Sometimes her Wonderland powers play tricks on her. She'll be like 'I'm outta here!!' then walk into a looney toons wall. And she's so embarrassed cause the cartoon noises make it so much worse fhgsuigdf

Sometimes when she tries to run she stays in one place for a second before the running kicks in (like a cartoon) - and Miguel just grabs her and she's like 'Dratz, I was trying to get away.'

She enjoys hanging out with Hobie, though she does not understand him at all.

Like, she's British too - did I mention she's British, cause she's from Victorian England -

But she has no opinion on his ideology because it's ???? lost on her

He's like 'This is a metaphor for capitalism' and she'd be like 'I don't know what that is.'

He's like 'count your blessings'.

But Hobie LOVES that Alice doesn't stick to the rules -

and that she gives the middle finger to the laws of physics by just existing

He's like 'That's so cool, what you just did. Real Metal.'

She's like 'I suppose I am just a container, filled with slowly decaying food - so in that way, I am quite like a fridge, which is cool and made of metal-'

And he's like 'what are you talking about-'

And they mainly hangout because they're both lazy.

Alice is tirrreeed of all these weird physics rules and new technology and non talking cutlery.

She'd much prefer to take a nap, or wander off, of have a tea party, or do ANYTHING that isn't work. Same girl same

And that's it! Most of it, I'll probably maybe maybe not write a post about her joining the society and how it completely warps her perception of reality because she's been trying to get home for so long, she doesn't even know if her home exists then there's this new society through ANOTHER wormhole but she still can't get home-

Oh and before I go, her intro art is inspired by Qveen Herby's single Abracadabra!

Yeah. If you made it this far THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME UR TIME! Thank you so so much for entertaining me I MEAN IT THANK YOU I KNOWI POST SO MANY OCS AND IT'S KINDA OVERWHELMING SORRY AAHHH MY BRAIN CANT STOP I CANT FOCUS HELP

Anyway I'm normal

HERE HOBIE

Bye.

#NO PROOFREAAADDDD #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #spidersonas #spidersona #alice in wonderland #disney #disney movies #disney princesses #technically????? #chesire cat #the mad hatter #UHHHHH #YEAH

[inhibitionfreewriting]

Omg can you elaborate more on gaming with hasan? i loved that Sims 4 ask

just to throw it out there, if @the-phantom-author hadn't answered that ask, my brain would NOT have started going so blessed be their existence and their writing, so please check our more of their stuff (if you haven't already devoured their blog like i have 💀)

hasan definitely feels like a guy who has two specific gaming with his partner vibes, on stream and off stream.

on stream - if it's a co-op game, you are still against one another and it's more fun for that. bread and fred? you are lucky if you make it past the tutorial without laughing to the point of tears. he will not anchor when you tell him to and is consistently inconsistent with his jumps. chat is blaming him (when you are on stream, you are the monarch, no ifs ands or buts about it) and he's trying to gaslight chat into thinking that your counting is off or bad. the goal of the game could be "keep the garden alive" and all you have to do is click on the sun and a rain cloud, and you two would be turned against one another.

if it's not a co-op game and it's like a regular multiplayer, my brain immediately went smash brothers lmao, no matter how bad either of you are at the game, gloating is not off the table but there will also be a lot of quiet soft moments of "no you're not clicking the right button, its x". he may want to be on top and kick your ass but playing the games together are not fun if you don't have the same foundation as him or anyone else that's playing.

if it's something like the sims 4, it is bicker city. you two can't even play stardew valley without arguing about where something goes. you tried the "new" (its like 10 years old now oh my god im aging myself) sim city and he spent 20 minutes lecturing you about the taxes in your city being done wrong and you just stared into the camera like you were on the office. chat was losing it at how exasperated you were. you have lost track of what he's saying but you do know that you are doing the opposite of what he's told you to do (chat is tattling on you for taxing the lower class bracket at the highest and basically not taxing the rich at all)

off stream? i don't know if you've ever lounged around with someone on a couch and played a console before but. let me paint this image for you.

you're both on the couch playing mario party, propped up on pillows as you lean, your legs stretched out on his lap. when it's not his turn he's got his hand on your legs or his arm around you, this man fidgets with your body like you are made of fidget spinners. it's getting late, there's food on the table in front of you that's on the verge of getting cold but. you two are comfy and egging each other on, but it's not nearly as loud and over the top as it is when the stream is on.

there's one night where you're both laying on the couch and he's on top of you with his head on your chest, tired from just being THE hasan all day, and you are playing animal crossing, controller above his head. sometimes clicking through dialog or taking a moment to just stroke your fingers through his hair.

the peace btw never lasts for long because Kaya senses it and will jump on top of you both when you're not paying attention and knock the wind right out of you.

#hasan x reader #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi #hasan #ask replies #bunny writes #i love gamers #hasan and you have an animal crossing island together #but it's really YOUR island #and he just has a player there who plays once every 3 months