actually writing out the story I have in my head has been like pulling teeth but even though the writing progress is slow, the mental images don't stop coming lmfao

Alas I made more art woops

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

That's the face he makes when he's feeling silly.

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Billy: That's it, Harrington, you're pissing me off! Leave me the fuck alone!

Steve: I'm TRYING but I need you to stop hugging me!

Billy, tightening his hug: No!

"evan, i find you adorable". adorable as in able to be adored. as in capable of being adored. as in i find you worthy of adoration. adorable, from the latin adorare (to worship) to adorabilis (in the sense 'worthy of divine worship') to the current day adorable. as in maybe if we had made it to the movies or if eddie didn't show up, i could've showed you just how much i want to worship you. as in i look at you and there is a font of adoration in my heart for you. adorable as in i flew into a hurricane with you and yet this date is a thousand times more thrilling than that. adorable as in there is a person in your building who saw me jump up and down like a little kid in the lobby after i had kissed you for the first time. adorable as in i kissed you and immediately thought fuck i could do this forever if he lets me. adorable as in i want to press kisses to your birthmark. adorable as in i spent the entirety of the days leading up to our date wondering about you, if you liked your coffee with two sugars or one. if you liked storms or if the lightning strike had put you off on them all together. if you liked cats or dogs or if you were the kind of weirdo who liked goats instead. if you thought about the kiss as often as i did. if your stomach tangled into twisted knots as saturday drew closer. if you would be agreeable to sitting in my lap. if you would blush as prettily as you did the day i kissed you. if your world also realigned when our lips met. if our orbits had matched up now that we flew into a hurricane together. if the gravitational pull between us had finally been too strong for either of us to resist that night in your loft. or maybe, more simply, adorable as in, "evan, i find you adorable."

willow how would bakugo's cuteness aggression manifest 🥺 would he bite your cheeks 🥺 or anywhere really.... or would he press you harder against his chest 🥺 keep you tucked under his chin so you can't see how much he's furiously blushing 🥺 or or or would he squeeze your hand tighter 🥺 would he the inside of his cheeks!! his lips!! until they bleed!! i am soOOOooOOOO

omg sel all of the above akfhkahfkaha i'm so insane for him you have no idea PLEASEEEE

he's such a bully like. it depends on where you're at in your relationship ofc but he's !! such a biter !!! a wrastler !!! puts you in a headlock !! bc he can't deal !!! i think at ALL TIMES he's making an ugly little face at you too LMAOO like scrunching it up bc he's so akhfkahfkahf RAAAHHHHH you do something so cute and he's like. grinding his teeth together and stretching out his hands, feeling all the tendons and muscles flex LOL omg....and the biting of the inside of his cheek...............your brain................you're SO RIGHT !!!! i think he pulls his own hair too LOL like runs a hand through it bc he's STRESSED and then just TUGS on it. all his blood rushes in his ears. pupils dilate alfhahfa gets the bakugou equivalent of the zoomies akjfhakgha has to box the air jump on his feet a few times to shake it off. i'm chewing him to pieces. i am just chewing him to bits.

Do you know or think any of the past Halloween events will rerun? Like “Terror is Trending” or “Spectral Soirée”? Cause I wanna know the plots of those and maybe play through them since I joined the game late, but I’m not sure if they’ll rerun at this point

I HOPE so, the second Halloween event is still probably my favorite! (it's just. peak non-main Twst content. everyone is so ridiculous and it's so delightful.) the way they've been doing it though has been to rerun the previous year's Halloween event and then the new one, so Eng probably won't be getting those first two events again anytime soon. :( if you're okay with just watching them for the story, your best bet is probably to look up a playthrough of them on YouTube. just make sure it has the ending rhythmics, they both had super cute ones!

Eng sometimes does things differently than JP though, and I think there's been a bit of an influx of new players to both versions lately? so one or both might decide to do a big rerun at some other point in the year! or they might just start rotating Halloween events or something now that they have four of 'em. :U I admit, I do kinda hope that they rerun just so I can try to get that ONE Scary Monsters card I'm missing...please Twst...I just need one more...

Me: BRO. Can you imagine if Luffy activated Gear 5 2 years earlier at Marineford

AO3: Hey boo I gotchu

Me: AY-YO????

I might clean out my storage spaces more often if there was a chance of finding something like this

I suddenly had the urge to draw Cell :D

Poor angsty lil oreo 😟 maybe he could need a reboop of his installment... or preferably a nice comforting hug from New Rat friend?? UwU seriously, would be sooo cute omg! 2 cuties hugging it out is just soo awww~ pls?? ✨🥺🙏

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Well, the rat is me (hello!), so I guess I could give Cross a hug if he needs!

But he should be warned, I am a bear hugger >:3c

And while I'm here hugging skeletons, if I could be serious for just a second (because any longer and I'll die of sillyness deficiency)

This is the anniversary of a really sad day for me, and if I hadn't had undertale to be obsessed with and distract myself I can't imagine how much worse it would have been. So I just wanted to say thank you for letting me jump into the fandom and make stuff and have fun, it really means a lot <3

some unfinished slabs

Went to let the birds out and found this furious little (baby) lad in one of the trenches, exhausted from trying to get out of the coop he so bravely wiggled his way into. I fetched him out and let him go outside the pen. Hopefully he won't be trying that again.

I need to know more about Metis Cykes. I really do.

She's a psychologist working for NASA with her work (implied actual) partner to build robots who feel. Said partner has a brother whom Metis mentors in the field of psychology and they're both big nerds for Japanese culture. She and her daughter literally live in a NASA space station. Seriously. That's just where they live!

More importantly, she has a very obtuse form of love. She builds machines and headphones to help her daughter live a normal life but the two of them are so detatched from one another that Athena doesn't see it as anything more than an experiment. When Metis tries to explain what she's doing, she explains it at such a high level that Athena just can't digest the information. This is Metis' daughter, mind. A fairly high-maintainence one who was forced to spend a majority of time at home because of a disability. She couldn't explain to this girl - who by all rights should be the most familiar person in her life - that a pair of headphones can help make things quieter for her.

I'm willing to believe Simon on this one; he is remarkably in-tune to people and what drives them forward (usually for the purpose of manipulating them into getting his way). Metis more than likely did love Athena and showed it through her dedication to researching her abnormal hearing. She used it to help the Space Centre of course, but also to help Athena live a relatively normal life.

One of the last things she left for Athena before she died was Widget; a device whose primary function is to display/voice Athena's emotions and thoughts. Things that she probably struggled to communicate as a child, enough for it to be something Metis wanted to create a solution for.

Widget doesn't go completely black when it's not reading any emotions - check when Phineas Filch stole it. It's grey when he wears it and lights back up when it's on Athena. It only goes black when Athena's in severe emotional distress and begins to shut down.

Metis knew Athena was in deep pain; she was in pain even before UR-1 scarred her. She loved her so much that she dedicated a good chunk of her research into trying to understand her condition and relieving her of some of the burden.

But that's not what stuck with Athena.

Her tireless work meant that they didn't spend much - if any - time connecting with each other as mother and daughter. Perhaps she's troubled in her own way. Maybe her work with GYAXA really was that demanding. In either case, Metis failed to meet her daughters emotional needs while focusing on her practical problems.

I wonder why Athena never picked up on this... you know, Athena - someone who can hear subconscious tone of voice so well she may as well be telepathic? Did they just not talk that much? Was Metis emotionally challenged as well? Was she not nearly as emotional as other people, like the phantom was? Or maybe Athena simply didn't fully understand what the emotions she heard from her mother meant. It's hard for me to say.

I need to know more about this troubled, troubling person.

Sidenote:

Hmm... come to think, maybe that's why Aura fell for her? She's voiced her displeasure at how emotional and irrational humans are. Someone like Metis - someone who focused on practical problems and could seemingly invent a solution to anything through intelligence - would be a good change of pace in her eyes, I'd imagine. Then again, these lines come after UR-1 and 7 years of grief, so take that with a grain of salt.

doing this to him in my brain.. if u even care....

Hi there, I hope you're doing well 😭 ❤️

I don't mean to bother you with this so please ignore if it makes you uncomfortable, but I was wondering if there's any Dottore piece in the works or if you're planning any in the future or something (any crumb will do KSNDJDBEHSJ) I love your writing and have been reading your fanfics a few times aha :"D

Have a good day, and I hope this doesn't come off rude! p(^-^)q much love!

In the works I have the Dottore halloween fic (one of the drafts I'm eyeing rn) and a modern au one as well!

My phone notes are kinda filled with incoherent concepts and rambles about him bc for the longest time I'd get ideas right before bed, or I'd wake up at 2am for some reason and I'd have Inspiration lol

Most of those are either too short or incoherent to really share, or I intend to actually turn them into fics at some point. I do have one that I'll share though bc I'm unsure where/what to use it in since it's mostly just dialogue... idk

"None of what you're doing matters," You tell him.

"Oh?"

"You're human. And even if you manage to carve the humanity out of yourself, to become a god... to what end? Nothing is forever."

His smile is slow, purposeful. "Perhaps. Does it bring you comfort, then, to know that none of this matters?"

When you don't answer, he continues, standing up to take the seat next to the operating table where you lie, instead. "To know that you've suffered for nothing?"

His fingers tap playfully against your sternum, over freshly bandaged sutures, and you hiss in pain. He smiles wider.

It did, you think. Not the thought that your suffering was pointless-- malicious and cruel for the sake of itself-- but the thought that he'll be forgotten with time, as all things are. But there's a glint in his eye now, a look you don't like. The sentiment turns to ash on your tongue, souring in your chest.

"I think I'll take you with me," He says, after a beat. "Since it doesn't matter, in the end."

A tear slides down your cheek and he clicks his tongue, wiping it away with his thumb.

"I need you to understand something," He tells you as he stands from the seat again, going back to what he was doing on the other side of the room, "I will never let you go. Do you understand? You will never see the light of day again. This lab will be the last thing you'll ever see."

Dottore must see the disappointment in your eyes. He clicks his tongue again, feigning sympathy. "But perhaps if you're good, I'll bring you something from the surface. As a reward. Now be quiet; these next tests don't require you to speak, and I don't need your input."

You feel numb.