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pastalithebufftabby · 1 year

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Woah Pokémon ocs??? Wacky

So this silly guy is Yogurt, he’s supposed to be a snooty rich trainer who’s somewhat popular in the region he lives in (which is Galar), he’s like a rival type character kinda

And woah here’s his silly team

He likes to have only fairy and grass types but Rosewinter is an exception cus he’s just a silly fellow

Meadow’s basically the unofficial “leader” of the team after Yogurt, loves the entire team with all her little strawberry heart and would do anything for them, and she hates losing battles because she hates thinking of the rest of her team being down about the loss

Sunflower loves to battle, but whenever anything goes wrong or she realizes they’re losing she just books it and leaves, doesn’t even tell the rest of the team she’s leaving the battle she just. Scurries off-

Rosewinter loves to entertain, but he has a hard time doing it, as he’s very anxious around people and has stage freight. Doesn’t stop them from trying at least though

Heliotrope is the baby of the team basically, like he’s not a baby but everyone on the team just adores him and will protect him at (mostly) all costs. He was originally scared of Nerium when he first joined the team cus they’re a big guy, but he warmed up to him eventually, now they’re best buds woah

Speaking of Nerium, Nerium loves to do most of the battling (which he does since Yogurt likes to give him most of the spotlight) and he can be a little intimidating at times, but he’s actually just a big teddy bear at heart

Last but certainly not least is Cherry, he joined the team for… other reasons but got too attached to everyone, so now he’s a permanent member. May or may not have a crush on Nerium, and he oddly never seems to take his glasses off, how odd

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harmoonix · 5 months

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𝓗 𝓐 𝓡 𝓜 𝓞 𝓝 𝓨

(Astrology Observations)

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~ Something like a dream has found me ~

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🌺 - Every element symbolize a mythical creature your rising sign is associated with

Earth Risings with Fairies 🌺 ~ Grace

Water Risings with Mermaids 🌺 ~ Rarity

Fire Risings with Dragons🌺 ~ Power

Air Risings with Angels 🌺 ~ Serenity

🌺 - Moon - Jupiter aspects (both harsh and positive aspects) have an inner wisdom, their energy feels like a vortex, very wise for their age

🌺 - Sun in Pisces, (Pisces Degrees 12°, 24° Or Sun in the 12th house) are attracted to mysticism, fantasies, fairytales etc... The Sun here has the energy of dreaming/dreamy

🌺 - Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio Risings = Heart of the ocean, they're untameable like the ocean waves, very innocent with dangerous shadows, very romantic like the ocean aswell

🌺 - Moon in water degrees (4°, 8°, 12°, 16°, 20°, 24°, 28°) love with their soul, their love is so precious and surrounded of peace. They have a calming inner harmony

🌺 - Rising/Ascendant under water degrees (4°, 8°, 12°, 16°, 20°, 24°, 28°) have the most peaceful eyes you'll ever seen, their eyes are so serene and magical, their eyes will get memorized in your head

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🌺 - Sun aspecting Chiron will heal your insecurities, like they can be the people to call out your insecurities and to help you overcome them

🌺 - Venus aspecting Neptune (Both harsh and positive aspect) = Hypnotizing beauty, both Venus and Neptune represent beauty and let me tell you when they're connecting eachother is like an explosion of cherry blossoms

🌺 - Chiron and Pisces/Chiron in 12th house can make you addicted of them, they are the type of people who are lonely or may like to stay alone but once you come up in their energy you can become addicted of them (Pisces effect)

🌺 - Capricorn Sun/Moon/Rising/Venus and Venus in the 10th house have ageless beauty, their beauty remains in time just like the old wine

🌺 - Asteroid Bella (695) in elements and your beauty

Bella touched by the air have an electric beauty, outstanding personality and they're very chatty in their words. They feel like the breeze of air in the morning, breath of life

Bella touched by the water have an mesmerizing beauty, appealing personality, something about them seems so magical and enchantix . Enchanting aura

Bella touched by the fire have an wild beauty, something that you'd feel in love when you see it, strong personality and wild at heart too

Bella touched by the earth have the gracious nature of a nymph, so feminine, so soft and elegant like a rose, natural beauty and classy vibes

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🌺 - Ascendant - Moon aspects (Both harsh and positive aspects) give snow white vibes and I don't mean the skin color, I mean the vibe and the energy of snow white, that pure and nostalgic aura of it, just like that are these aspects too, very kind, helpful, positive, dreamy.

🌺 - Out of all the signs Sagittarius and Pisces give the most tropical and exotic vibes they're like this friend of the group who's gonna teach you their traditions and culture

🌺 - Mercury in Cancer/Taurus/Pisces have very soft voices, their voice can be very feminine aswell no matter the gender for example boys with those signs in Mercury can have soft/sweet voices

🌺 - Part of Fortune in the 7th house are really blessed/fated with a very good relationship/marriage because the Part of Fortune shows where you're the most lucky

🌺 - Libra, Leo and Gemini Moons can be the type of friend who always has a prominent smell of parfume. It can be from their obsession with perfumes

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🌺 - Uranus aspecting the Midheaven (MC) can experience having unexpected moments in their career, on their career path or at their jobs (maybe as a surprise 🫢)

🌺 - Asteroid Hera [103] aspecting MC = Being seen as the loyal one in the relationship, the faithful one, the attention will be for you first

🌺 - Sun/Moon in the 5th house can make you very emotional and connected to kids, like that type of person who is always encouraged by kids

🌺 - Neptune and Jupiter in good aspects can make the native very spiritual/intuitive/ with these aspects you can often get lost in your dreams aswell

🌺 - Neptune aspecting the ascendant (both harsh and positive aspects) make the native stunning. They can literally look like some ocean/river nymph with those aspects

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🌺 - Uranus aspecting Mars > If you are from the lgbt community this can be an indicator of attracting the same gender. Especially men

🌺 - Sun in the 11th house have the cutest relationship ever with their friends. Is really very precious what they have with eachother

🌺 - Virgo Sun/Moon/Risings can nurture themselves with long baths, it can be a nurturing method to escape the reality and to focus on yourself for a bit

🌺 - Virgo Mercury or Mercury in Virgo Degrees (6°, 18°) can really bring any topic in conversation. Like jumping from one topic with another and at the end you can forget what you were talking about

🌺 - Sagittarius Moon/Moon in the 9th house give the vibe of Tarzan/Mowgli because of their explorer spirit (If you have this placement and you like these shows it makes more sense). Applying if you also have moon in Sag Degrees (9°, 21°)

🌺 - Cancer/Moon in the 7th house is such a cute placement to have if you're looking for a cute relationship or partner

🌺 - Gemini/Mercury in the 5th house can make the person very sensual in talking and especially at flirting. They can also talk dirty at some points

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🌺 - Aquarius Moon or Moon in Aquarius Degrees (11°. 23°) may like to stay alone/or to be left alone when they are in that type of mood, because they can feel way better alone than with people who stress them out

🌺 - Lilith h12 or h13 aspecting Moon can be the type of person who comforts you when you're low emotionally. Because they can understand you 100% perfectly

🌺 - Neptune aspecting the ascendant are really very sensitive/soft people. And there is nothing wrong with that. I actually think these type of people are the kindest people ever but they're born into a evil world who may hurt them at a soul level

🌺 - Saturn in the 4th house/Saturn in Cancer are the type of people to comfort you when you need to nurture yourself the most because even with all the chaos in their lives. They still have the most peaceful soul

🌺 - Moon in the 2nd house loves sweets, you can always see them sneaking to eat some, they're usually very picky when it comes to sweets tho

🌺 - Moon feels very chill at 3°, 15°, 27° degrees because it makes them be the most aware of the things that happen around them. They have a very strong sense of hearing aswell

🌺 - I wanna give a shout-out to the people with Cancer Lilith and Lilith in the 4th house because they were raised in toxic families/households and still manage to smile. They're so strong

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🦋 This post is about harmony, the thing that puts our world to challenge, because unfortunately not everyone can live in harmony but we can have this harmonious energy in our lives 🦋

🦋 Have a very beautiful day to everyone reading my observations, have a blessed day 🦋

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#astrology #astro observations #birth chart #astro notes #astrology observations #placements #astro community #fyp tumblr #astrology fyp #horoscope #ascendant #venus #asteroid #asteroid observations #asteroids

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deadlyeyez · 11 months

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Hi!

I'm new to your Watcher!Wally work (the whole blog in general) so I have a few questions, if you don't mind. 🤗🙃🤔

👋Do you mind typing up something short, like a character layout sheet or brief bio, to act like a sort of crash course on your watchful darling au?

👋Do all Viewers come in red or can they come in other hues of red? ... May I be a red-pink with a slight cat's eye(liner), pls? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

👋Wally vamp????

👋Does Wally have any decadent/cozy robes or cute belts to boot?

👋W!Wally fun facts/concepts, pls?

👋Wally with ✨~Braids~✨? 🥺🙇‍♀️

You don't have to answer any of this, I'm just trying to grasp this au properly (albeit gently). Thank you so, so much for reading, keep up the amazing work! 🫂🤗❤️🍎

why hello! many many questions, viewer. i’ll try to answer all of them!

🫙 — i’m working on a small rundown of the AU, but i’ve been focusing on drawing for the most part. however, there will be one eventually, haha!

🫙 — all viewers come in red, (the same color as the light on a recording camera!)

🫙 — wally is not a vampire, although he has had to do some… vampiric things in order to survive after he ran away.

🫙 — wally has many robes! the one sewn by barnaby is simply his favorite.

🫙 — i can certainly give you some fun facts!!

wally purrs when asleep or content, much like a cat.

wally walks on his toes and walks toe heel, like a dancer.

wally is actually wonderful at singing, but he sings rarely and knows very few songs.

he can hypnotize people when threatened. this is a direct result of the viewers.

he has night terrors regularly.

he worships the viewers and is completely devoted to them. (his idol was made by himself, days before the incident with Home.)

his favorite color is actually a greyish purple.

he likes cherries instead of apples.

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madamesungalaxa · 2 years

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★Here are some sketches of the diamoms gb with some Headcanons~

Note: imagine like you are already married to them~

•Beatrix

★ He would be smart, elegant and disciplined like Reiji, but with the calm of Shu (and also, with his palette color and hairstyle, and maybe with his type of voice too). Responsible. "Duties it's first" he always saids when you are trying to spend time with him. Oh, but when there's no duties, and it's free time, it's time to relax with a book, a cup of tea or with his beloved wife~. He's not good at being direct when we talk about feelings, so, I think he would say romantic things to you but indirectly, he probably talks metaphors with you when he wants to sound romantic. Like a poem, yes, he would make you poems handwritten and fresh ink... poems kept in letters, sealed in a red seal with the figure of a red rose 🌹.

And also: I have this idea of when he's nervous or anxious about something, he play with his hands, moving them around a lot, but also, touching constantly his weeding ring while thinking of you to calm down. (Reference of the Moments when Beatrix is worried about shu)

Note: yeah, he may be smart and all, but just like Beatrix, he doesn't know how to cook. Probably his food would be very raw.

(I still don't know which name put him, Benedict maybe(? Help here xd)

•Cordelia

★Ok, he definitely it's the mix of Laito and Ayato. It's arrogant and confident like Ayato but with the romantic and perverted side of Laito. And of course, with the hair color of Kanato. (Plus: his eyes it's feline like Ayato's but the hairstyle of his fringe it's like Laito's) In DL there's characters with long hair, and that's a synonym of elegance and strength in some way (look Karl and Carla) so, I wanted that for Cordelio (after all, he is a Prince). He usually tie his hair (like some men in XVII century) and it's only when he's alone with you in the bedroom he takes off his ponytail and let you touch his hair... And well, not just his hair~🫦

Be prepared because this man wants to fill you with kisses and marks. He's the romantic type, so he'll be waiting for you half-naked, maybe he'd put some perfume and oils on his body, (which are probably hypnotic/erotic potions from the Makai) with scented candles and some sweet wine and cherries, and you, you're his Dinner. But he would LOVE to bring out your wild side, he wants to know how much you love him💜 affection with actions, that's what he wants🫦

Note: he's so arrogant and perverted and all, but if you tell him that you don't love him and you never did it, he'll get really depressed and will cry a lot, totally heartbroken (reference when Cordelia finds out Karl doesn't love her)

(I like to name Cordelia Male as "Cordelio". sounds kinda typical just putting an "o" instead of a "a" but the name “Cordelio” I think it's an actual name, I heard it somewhere🤔, so, Cordelio:3)

@yuikomoriemo ^^🍓✨

Hehe, I got excited and wrote a lot, oops:0

I been reading about the diamoms to get inspiration for their male version, but inevitably I started to fantasize about their genderbends like characters of the game, as diaboys as well. And omg! I'm in love of all three!~✨ (well, four counting Yui🌸)

Oh, at least that's how I pictured in my head hahhahsha🥴✌️.

★That's all for now~ 🍓 Later I'll make another part ^^~🌈✨ (excuse my English if I made a mistake^^')

#diabolik lovers fanart #diabolik lovers #cordelia sakamaki #beatrix sakamaki #diabolik lovers headcanons #dialovers

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mind-travel-er · 1 year

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Pitfall Trap

# Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Wednesday Addams # Synopsis: Carnivorous eyes can be mistaken for loving eyes. Tyler had learned that with Wednesday Addams, he couldn’t dissociate the two. He didn’t even want to. # Warning/Content: Spoiler S01, Obsessive behavior, Sexual Tension, Primal Instinct, Toxic relationship, Character Study. # Word Count: 1.2k [read me on AO3]

Carnivorous eyes can be mistaken for loving eyes. Tyler had learned that with Wednesday Addams, he couldn’t dissociate the two. He didn’t even want to.

She is perfect.

And during that Rave’N dance, staring at him with dark, wide pupils, he wasn’t so much swaying to the music, but rather swayed by her.

By the girl who brings piranhas to a swimming lesson; just because someone usurped her right to torture her little brother. He knew she wouldn’t be phased by the monster crawling under his skin. Wednesday wore hers with pride on the outside.

" … Like putting piranhas in a swimming pool?" She frowns. He explains himself with a purse of his lips he can’t hope to hide:

"I may have done a little digging on you after we met."

"I’d do it again."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

She is exquisite.

She dances, and he grins with all his teeth. She walks away, pulling the invisible elastic between them; then comes back to him, barely brushing his white tuxedo. He could growl right there and then. He wants his strong hands to grip her sides, but instead he snaps his fingers two times to the rhythms of The Cramps. ♭ I cruise through the city and I roam the street Looking for something that is nice to eat ♭ His eyes won’t let go of her. As if he’s both captured by the sight of an irresistible prey and hypnotized by a force that has relentless power over him. She moves and he follows. He is a paradox. He is all want, possessiveness and even rage. Yet, he smiles. He dances. He dances with her . Sky eyes meeting the dark of hers; somewhat meeting the dark of his. There are times, she gets so close, he wonders if she knows.

Wednesday Addams. Lovely and awful Wednesday Addams.

The one that smells like cardamom and the musk of the forest at midnight. When he gets close and breathes deeply in; her raven braided hair has a whiff of a wild cherry tree’s bark and a hint of sebum. At the sounds of the electric and psychedelic guitar , she’s moving at times like a rag doll; other times with lascivious movements that awake a fire that he knows too well. Her sweat is beading below her elaborate updo and making its way between her shoulder blades. Salty. Irresistible. He licks his lips. He has done much more than that before. The girl wasn’t a stranger to excursions in the woods near Nevermore Academy. She would kill for a brother. He would kill for her; he had. Rowan Laslow. If he wasn’t lying to himself, he would even die for her. Either way, what bliss. She would appreciate the gesture if she knew. But there’s joy in a secret threatening to become undone. It’s his way to have power over her; as she has that unsettling power over him. After he had indulged with Rowan, he had seen her lying there on the ground, hard to differentiate from a lifeless corpse. Her scent had been jealously retained by the leaves and the earth beneath. Once swept away by her peers, he had come back. Rolled in her aroma. Covering himself with her; with a depraved glee that only a monster could be satisfied with. ♭ Yeah, the city is a jungle and I'm a beast I'm a teenage tiger looking for a feast ♭ For a moment, he loses sight of her. Then, coming from behind, there are a few light taps on his shoulder. Wednesday stands behind him. Only Wednesday can lurk around without the ravenous monster in him noticing. If anyone could describe the traits of his face, only a love sick one could apply. He doesn’t mind. On the contrary, he loves the chase. He welcomes the ache that comes with it. He loves how unapologetic she is while dancing; as unapologetic as he is when the Hyde comes to play between the entrails of his victims.

In a primal way, Tyler knows that the Addams girl must sense the edge to their relationship. She’s not just drawn to "The cute boy next door". Admittedly, there is that. However, when she rarely comes to Weathervanes, she takes the quad over ice from his warm hands, and for only a few seconds, there's darkness at her fingertips. At that precise moment arises a conundrum. Does the chill roaming her arms merely exists because she fancies him? Or is it due to instinct? Those days, he can see the goosebumps leaving a trail on her fair skin— a warning; a thrill. A terrible danger near the surface that only her reptilian brain can perceive. One that has meant death for countless children, teenagers, and adults alike. Yet, everyone knows that Wednesday is in love with Death.

And tonight, she is dancing with It. ♭ You better duck When I show up The goo goo muck ♭ She rolls her hips, rolls her shoulders, draped in black ethereal satin. The intensity of her stern stare sets him ablaze, and he swears he can feel the scorching of the flames. He sees red instead of black and white. He dreams of his palms meeting the delicate crook of her neck. He dreams of shared heated lips that could never quench his thirst, except perhaps when he’s drenched in warm carmine; metal taste on his tongue.

The music stops. Wednesday doesn’t move anymore; still staring. Close. He can hear her little heart pumping the adrenaline away. While the world around continues to dance, he stands still; like the reflection of a mirror. Opposites. She’s in black, he’s in white. She’s controlled and neat. He lashes out whenever he can.

He finds those oppositions intoxicating.

Then. Then he thinks his dream might just come true because the livid face of Wednesday turns into shades of red; translating his mind. He looks up in shock. Hemoglobin droplets raining on them like a Christmas present. Delectably covering her ink-black hair; staining the shoulder pad of his jacket; staining everything. And for the first time during this Rave’N ball; for the first time ever for that matter… He sees her smile . Covered in crimson. A lovely reminder of when he does the same in secrecy; only Wednesday does it out in the open. As she always does. And it might just be the beautifulest thing he’s ever witnessed.

His irises grow wide. As wide as his hunger.

Around them, it is mayhem. Guttural screams, panic, and trembling limbs attempting to run away. It feels like home. They aren’t moving. Between them, a quiet wonder. He observes Wednesday looking sideways with a luscious twist on her lips. Then, in perhaps the longest seconds of his life, his eyesight reduces to a pinpoint as his dilated pupils follow the elegant finger of the Addams girl, slowly entering the sacred circle of her mouth. A taste.

He might just lose his head. And he doesn’t mind. Nonetheless, she’s disappointed: "They couldn’t even spring for real pigs’ blood." Disappointed that she can’t taste the real thing. If only she knew. She turns away from him. A pit in his stomach. And an ache to see her wolfish smile again.

"It’s only paint." He can make it otherwise. He is breathless. And famished. He usually likes endings. The one he inflicts on others, that is. Still exposing her spine to him, he huffs and puffs from the yearning to bite whatever he can put his teeth on. Please, for the love of God, he thinks, let me sink into your flesh. Perhaps… Perhaps there is more than one way.

#tyler galpin #tyler x wednesday #tyler galpin x wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday x tyler

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knucklehoagie · 1 year

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the stars, and eddie

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The moon was bright enough to cast shadows, low enough in the sky to light the periphery of Eddie's profile like a halo. Around the van the fireflies pulsed in and out of view, highlighting small circles of grass and leaves, dancing lazily around the van. They landed and blinked on Eddie's jeans and hair, you were sure they were on you too but they never landed for long. watching them was hypnotizing but you may have also been high enough to enjoy them with a childlike wonder. Eddie was reclined, holding himself up with one arm, legs crossed on the top of his van. He had really grown up since the last time you saw him before summer break. He was thin but muscular, you could see the tone in his arms and the way his shirt rested on his stomach, it really seemed to suit him and now that his hair grew out properly he looked like a real rock star. You watched him with tired eyes as he brought the joint to his lips. The cherry illuminated and you watched him drag his breath in, his inhale was outlined by moonlight. His hand leaned over limply to hand the joint back to you.

...A delayed response, you realized he was handing you back the joint but you were fixated on the softness of his mouth, the way he held the smoke in his chest and how it slowly began to ease out his nose before he exhaled completely. A dragon. Fire breathing Eddie Munson. You never considered smoking weed to be sexy but the way you watched haze dance around his chin, his velvet mouth, the beginnings of stubble growing back from this morning. He was looking up at the moon and you had been holding the joint, your arm still outstretched, with your mouth slightly open for probably way too long. his eyes moved to look at you without moving his head and you jumped with surprise. You didn't expect him to look at you and you felt your face get hot.

there was a beat of silence. you saw him smile and turn towards you.

"what?" he said softly, but he was laughing, too, probably because he scared you. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, you took another quick hit and let your hand hang, your arms wrapped around your legs.

"Nothin'." you mumbled.

"Are you okay?" his tone was suddenly serious and you looked back over at him. He watched you intently and it made your heart ache to look back at him, his big brown eyes were so honest and the blue light of the moon and stars behind him made him look like some sort of heavy metal disney prince. the silence was suddenly heavy between you and you realized you had to answer him otherwise he would actually start to get worried. Puppy dog eyes Eddie Munson, too sweet to lie to. Well, whatever, you weren't home from college for long and you missed him more than you thought you would back in the dorm rooms.

"i really want to kiss you right now," you admitted quietly, grumbling.

"you DO?" he replied so fast it made you jump, the volume was louder than it needed to be and you couldn't help but recoil. you looked up at him and he looked so genuinely confused as if you'd told him some sort of riddle, his brow furrowed but his eyes were wide. he looked down at the hood of the van like he was searching for an explanation, something to make sense of what you just said. he probably couldn't comprehend affection, his parents were gone and he had few friends, most people avoided him or treated him like a plague and now most of the people he knew were off at college and he was still stuck in high school like the stubborn kid you knew him to be.

he looked back up at you with a smile and gave you a punch on the arm, pushing you over like one of those toys that doesn't fall down. you grunted and scowled at him but he had his trademark dopey grin.

"Dude, you're fucking high."

you stared at him incredulously for a few moments before you couldn’t help but smile along with him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson one shot

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constellationguy · 12 days

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Nicknames

Overlord Husk X bartender reader

One quirk about Husk that was easy to pick up on was that he almost never called anyone by their names. Name from earth, name gained in hell, it didn’t matter, he didn’t use it. Husk was in the habit of using nicknames for most people, especially with the souls he owned.

Some were okay nicknames others were deceptive or plainly rude. No one had a say in what he called you. He normally would call his workers something plain until he could come up with an “appropriate” name. A few of the best ones being Pumpkin, the hell hound bouncer who smashed a pumpkin on a rowdy patron’s head one Halloween and Cherry, the cannibal janitor who you hoped was named after her red lipstick and not her consistently stained red hands. Like most other people that Husk named, you were named after a specific quality of yours, he called you “the peace maker” or his “prize”.

However, unlike most nicknames given in the casino, your coworkers were the ones to start calling you that, not Husk.

Working in the restaurant industry for most of your life, unlike other workers who were forced into the customer service life after making a deal with Husk, made you “more professional” when dealing with unruly guests. For the most part you were quiet while bartending, best not poke the flames of a drunk in your opinion, but whenever someone got to be to much waiters, dealers, and even guests would call on “the peace maker” to sort it out. You had a hypnotism power which made guests more malleable when angry. You didn’t have to use the ability very often, most angry guests wouldn’t be so uppity after being in your intimidating convincing presence.

Husk never really noticed you or your abilities before that one fateful night in the casino while he was gamboling with someone who was getting agitated with his devastating losing streak.

“Hey boss,” the dealer said meekly.

“What, can’t you see we are in the middle of something, just deal the next game before this guy blows his top,” Husk said gruffly while briefly pointing to the guy opposite him.

“May I just speak with a coworker for like twenty seconds before we start the game, it’s urgent,” the dealer said, pulling at her caller.

“Fine be quick ‘bout it, I’m gonna’ get a drink,” Husk stated while turning on his stool then getting up slowly, while still being in earshot of the dealer.

“Hey! Hey Bill!,” the dealer whisper yelled to a near by waiter.

“Tell the peace maker that we have a code A.L. Streak with the boss, tell them to keep an eye on the table.” these words peaked Husk’s interest as he was walking away, he recognized the code but not the name.

“Who the hell is that,” he said under his breath while waking to the bar. Once he got there the line immediately parted for him.

“Whiskey on the rocks, you know the smoked one I like don’t you sweetheart,” Husk said to you leaning on the bar. You nodded and turned around on your tip toes to reach the whiskey on one of higher shelves. You sat the bottle down on the counter then grabbed a rocks glass and put a ball of ice in the glass in a rhythmic fashion matching the jazz ringing through the casino. You just started to pour the amber liquid in the rocks glass when Bill got your attention, dragging your eyes from the glass to the mousy demon talking to you.

“Hey!,” Bill whisper yelled from the opposite side of the bar from Husk as you put the bottle down in the middle of your task.

“There is an angry guest on a losing streak gambling with the boss, table eight, keep an eye out, thanks,” Bill said his words quickly and left even quicker, not noticing Husker. You noticed how Husk’s ears flicked when Bill talked out of the corner of your eye, when he left you made quick eye contact with Husk before finishing your task and quickly putting the glass in his hand, nodding in a slight bow, then making eye contact with the next guest.

Husk walked back to his table with a smile on his face while sipping his whiskey. So it seems he had meet “the peace maker”, perhaps the name would stick.

Once Husk got closer to his table he could hear the angry guest mumbling, barely under his breath about how disrespectful the staff was, keeping such an “esteemed guest” waiting and the dealer tapping her foot in-tandem. Husk rolled his eyes as he sat down.

“Start the game Dimples, let’s get this over with.” Husk said with his continued confidence from the previous games. The guest hissed and continued to mumble as his cards were dealt.

The line at the bar was long so you were more preoccupied than you would want to be when there is a guest you need to keep an eye on, so you tried to keep an ear out for raised voices. Your brain was filled to the brim, anymore turmoil and the people would be able to sense your unease, but you tried hard to keep your movements quick and fluid and your ears open for any disturbances in the atmosphere.

When you were getting to the last people, there was just a few regulars surrounding the bar, no longer in a line when you started to hear Husk huffing, implying an eye roll. You didn’t stop make the cocktail for demoness on the far right bar stool but slowed down considerably, trying hard to catch bits of their conversation. The dealer was trying to calm down the angry man and he was getting more and more loudly agitated. You finished the cocktail quickly, putting it on the bar and wiping your hands.

“Hey, I have to deal with a guest, I’ll set a pen and some paper on the bar for you guys to write your orders while I’m gone. It wouldn’t be long,” you rushed your limbs to move, the guest got a little to out of hand for your liking. Since there was no immediate protest from the regulars you did what you said and headed over to table eight. As you got closer to the table the dealer, Dimples, started to relax, seeing you come up. The guest was starting to draw attention, so you quickened your passe to catch his attention.

“Good evening sir,” you said, interrupting the guest as he was about to start shouting. He looked at you still fulled with fury and apparently alcohol that you could smell off his breath. You stepped in between him and Husk trying to block his view of him.

“Tell me sir, what’s all the ruckus about?” You said in a collected tone trying to start to cool him off.

“Your dealers a cheat! That’s what!” The man said folding his arms like a toddler and standing up threading to stick his nose in your face.

“I apologize that you feel this is so, however, tell me, have you won any games tonight?” You said stepping back and putting your hands up in a surrendering manner.

“Of course I have!” The man slurred proudly. “I won most of my games until I sat down here with this bitch of a dealer.” His tone was cocky and sharp.

“Oh I see, well congratulations sir, tell me how many games have you played here tonight?” You said, with a smile and a small clap. This calmed him down quite a bit and he sat back down.

“I- I’ve won twenty out of my thirty games here” he said proudly through hiccups.

“Oh my, I bet you’ve had quite the time, well I think it’s time you cash in your winnings sir,” you said leaning in to him with a hand on the table tapping your nails rhythmically. Your pupils turned from circles to spirals and they moved gracefully, putting the man in front of you in a trance.

“Oh I guess I, I have, haven’t I? That, that sounds good. I should, I’ll finish this game and go home,” the man said through sniffles and hiccups.

“Very well then, I’ll over see this game till the end and find you, our special guest an escort out, how does that sound sugar,” your voice dripped with honey and your eyes’ spirals picked up speed. All the man could do was stare into your eyes and nod.

“Lovely,” you said, your voice dripping with venom. You moved from his side to the dealer’s, without breaking eye contact with the guest, his eyes following yours.

Once you broke eye contact the game was back on. For the most part the game went on without a hitch, only threatening stares between the players here and there. Once the game was done, you found Pumpkin to escort the guest out. Once that was sorted you ran back to the bar to fulfill orders and manage the small build up of guests. This left just Husker and Dimples at the table.

“So, that’s the so called peace maker huh?” Husk said leaning onto the table.

“Huh?! Oh ya! They have a way with guests, they are the holy grail when on shift. And- the regulars at the bar seem to like them,” Dimples said breathless and quite scared.

“I see, well you did pretty okay Dimples, remember to tell Pumpkin about that guys future alcohol limit. A bitch doesn’t get a pass just cause he’s tipsy,” Husk said getting up and grabbing his glass. Husk walked over to the bar, his tail swishing lightly as he walked. When you noticed Husker walking over to you, everyone at the bar had been served, and you finally thought you could catch a break.

“So you’re my so called peace maker,” Husk said gruffly waking behind the bar.

“So that nickname has made its way to you. Here’s your check miss,” you said finishing your last request before turning to meet Husk’s eyes.

“I was wondering why my managers were fighting tooth and nail for you on their shifts.” Husk said leaning against the shelves behind you. You grabbed a glass and started to wipe it down.

“Ya, the weekend shifts normally have the most drunks and it’s most convenient for me. When I told Benji I wanted weekend shifts he tackled me in excitement,” you smiled recalling the memory.

“Then I guess I should spend more time here on the weekends, can’t have my newly found prized possession being lonely,” Husk said in almost a whisper.

“What?” You said flushed, whipping your head to meet Husk’s gaze.

“Well, my prize, your ability has peaked my interest in you. I just need to know all the ways you can use that ability of yours.” Husk said bringing his muzzle close to your ear.

“Well, thank you boss.” You said still flushed, your mind and your eyes wondering.

“How about you close the bar thirty minutes early and meet me in my office. I’d like to see all of your abilities myself,” Husk said close enough to smell the expensive alcohol on his breath.

“Yes boss, I can do that.”

“Good, I’ll see you then,” Husk said walking off into the expanse of the glowing casino.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel husk

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hands you an ask hands you an ask h

👥 - is there a character from their source who isn't/wasn't originally an f/o but that has lore connections to your s/i? in other words, a (potential) f/o for lore reasons?

📖 - what is your s/i's backstory? how does it make them meet your f/o(s)?

❤️ - any favourite reoccurring scenario?

Hi hi!! Thank you so much for the ask!! I'll answer these for Eris (Hellaverse S/I)

👥 - Is there a character from their source who isn't/wasn't originally an F/O but that has lore connections to your S/I? in other words, a (potential) F/O for lore reasons?

Absolutely! A few characters become heavily influential to her lore, because of Pentious!

Platonically, Angel is a close friend of Eris, because they've been through similar trauma and they usually end up over drinking to cope together.

Because of this, she also became close to Cherri and she's even told her about her feelings for Pentious, which in turn has the two push her towards him when they're all at the club together!

Romantically, Zestial has become a conflicting figure for Eris, because she sees him and Carmilla as her godparents, but for some reason there's just something very alluring about him to her. He comforts her once Pentious is sent to heaven and even helps her organize an army for a future attack during extermination day

📖 - What is your S/I's backstory? How does it make them meet your F/O(s)?

Eris is a hellborn overlord, her father is a Duke of hell, commander of 60 armies, Eligos. He trained her to take over his position, as well as including her in the family business of production and sales of grand scale weapons.

Eris' mother was a human, which makes her a lot shorter than other demons and sinners, but doesn't really exact her powers or abilities. She can: hypnotize people, see the future (in small scale), reanimate and control corpses and she has her true demon form, which comes in the shape of a large bat.

Eris owns a few human souls, mostly those of politicians and people who wish to have information about their battle enemies. She also disguises herself as the Greek goddess of chaos when she visits the human world.

Carmilla and Zestial practically raised her, while Eligos was always busy with work and wars for territory. Carmilla taught Eris how to fight and even crafted her a spear made out of angelic metal (though Eris doesn't know that's the material it consists of) they also develop different weapons together.

Zestial taught Eris her manners, she's very respectful of her fellow overlords, even if eventually she intends on becoming more powerful than them. Zestial is always willing to talk to her about anything that may cross her mind, she trusts him more than anyone else and he was the first person to learn about her feelings for Pentious, which he hesitantly approves of.

As for how she meets Sir Pentious, it happens when Charlie has Cherri take the residents and staff of the hotel for a night of fun. She invites Eris to keep Pentious at bay but both of them are far too awkward and shy to make the first move on each other.

Once he offers to have sex with all of the club, Eris keeps a close eye on him, in case things get out of hand. When they eventually do she sneaks into the room and starts to fight the people who won't let go of him. She manages to make most people leave, but she ends up dueling a few demons that break one of her horns, she eventually kills them off but feels a lot of pain because of her injury.

Pentious feels admiration and gratefulness for her help and offers to have her come back to the hotel so he can help bandage her up, she accepts. Once they go back to the hotel, he makes her a silver band to mend her horn back together, as well as help her with first aid for her wounds.

After that, she spends the night at the hotel, Charlie insisting that she rests before trying to go home. She ends up talking to the staff and residents and warming up to the atmosphere quite quickly. Eventually, she asks Charlie if she could try to stay at the hotel, both for assistance (since most of hell already knows about their plans to fight angels) and redemption, Charlie happily agrees!

Eris creates a reanimated army to guard the surroundings of the hotel once the angels come, as well as having some of them work as butlers for any residents.

When Sir Pentious sacrifices himself she breaks down, her demon form takes over and right as she's about to strike Adam, Lute begins to attack her instead. Eris is mostly focused on letting out her rage and ends up ripping off one of Lute's wings before she leaves to help the others.

After that she's heartbroken, she still wants to better herself but things feel pointless and empty without Pentious. Until she gets a letter, from the man himself. He explains that he's now in heaven, spoken to Emily about their relationship and she was happy to allow them to stay in contact!

❤️ - Any favourite reoccurring scenario?

I really enjoy imagining Eris and Pentious driving around in his dirigible, just enjoying the city's lights and each other's company. Sharing their first kiss and confessing their feelings for one another as the world shines below them!

Other than that I also enjoy thinking about Eris training her combat skills with Carmilla, having her be proud of her godchild as she slowly improves her skills and becomes more powerful!

Having Zestial invite her over for tea and some chitchatting is also a sweet thought!!

#✯ lovely asks #❥ inseparable souls #yay S/I lore!!

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Ocean Likes Me - Noodles & Mismatched Dreams

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Ocean Likes Me

Korea, May 2022 on Viki

8/10

Main Tropes: opposites attract, grumpy/sunshine, impossible dreams, gay chef

Stars Kpop’s best known out gay singer, Holland, and Han Gi Chan (Where Your Eyes Linger). Noodle shop! Broken dreams!

This is a solid little KBL, with a good premise and cast. Manic pixie dream boy can get old fast but when contrasted with awkward grumpy chef? It’s a tasty combo that elevates both ingredients. Holland is a charming screen presence - baby boy is HYPNotiC. And while I wasn’t entirely sold on the chemistry, these two did give us some very good kisses and sweet domesticity. I grinned through most episodes and I didn’t even mind the standard KBL 1 year separation at the end because it felt so true to the characters.

It was Tommy’s wardrobe that really clued me in as to what was going on with this show. His jumpers are full of rough shaggy textures (mohair, faux fur, chunky knits) and stormy-beach colors: sandy browns, blues, and grays. Not necessarily colors you normally associate with an ocean, but the colors that really are there on a cold northern beach in particular.

We are left wondering if Tommy is meant to be an actual boy or if he is instead a representation of the ocean. Is this actually about Ba Da learning to love himself? (Since bada means ocean).

The title of the show, Ocean LikeS Me (BaDa - the ocean - falling in love with Tommy) versus the title of the song Tommy writes, Ocean Like Me (I am the ocean). Is this contrast intentional, I wonder? Or am I reading too much into that one S?

Tommy is like a piece of beautiful driftwood that has been tossed upon the shore, soon to be swept away again on the next tide. We aren’t surprised when he leaves, we aren’t surprised that he is both capricious and consistent. He may or may not be the spirit of the sea, but either way he embodies both its relentlessness and its transience.

The sparse coldness permeating this show in contrast to the cozy domesticity it depicts when the boys are together reminded me of something out of Scandinavian film. This whole series is permeated by a sense of winter. The lighting and style is exactly the opposite to the warm atmospheric feel we got from Cherry Blossoms After Winter. These are, in a way, two different ends of the spectrum of BL that Korea produces yet they both embody the precision and in the stiffness of KBL.

Watchers of KBL are often left with this persistent idea that we are missing something all the time, something the characters are doing just off screen, or in between episodes. We missed it but Korea also didn’t WANT to show it to us because they find it too painfully intimate to portray.

This absence colors all KBL with a certain wistfulness. There’s so much left unsaid. But also un-filmed. All the scenes that would be considered key in Thai BL, are left out.

But, for me, Oceans Likes Me managed to justify this aspect of itself in a way other recent BLs have not (I’m looking at you: Love Class). We never see Tommy and Ba Da actually become boyfriends, they just... suddenly... are. It’s as inevitable as the ocean. There is no confession scene, there’s no first time, there’s just THEM.

And then, just as quickly Tommy is swept away and there is no them at all.

Or perhaps I’ve been in too many relationships with artists?

I understand the premise of this ending (unlike most of the arbitrary Kdrama 11th hour separations) which is: sometimes you can’t just support someone else’s dreams, you must part in order to pursue your own dream. It’s not a lack of love that ends the relationship, it’s conflicting life goals. (This hit me pretty hard, actually, since one of the great loves of my life is a sunshine person whom I had to leave behind: not for lack of love, but conflicting ambition.)

I was happy (and a little surprised, frankly) that they brought it back around and ended with the boys together again. We actually didn’t have the right to expect and HEA from this kind of narrative, I’m so glad they knuckled under the BL yoke and gave it to us.

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#bl review #holland #Han Gi Chan #Where Your Eyes Linger #korean bl #kbl #k-bl #recommended bl #ocean likes me #ocean like me #Kdrama #viki #Rakutan Viki

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dailysourceofhaneul · 1 year

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QnA about Haneul

Welcome! I must say it's been quite a few months since i updated about Haneul. And now I'm finnaly back with another interesting post! There are no guarantees that i might go on a hiatus once more, but till then enjoy! Here i will be presenting a QnA that has been answered about Haneul. Please make sure to like and follow!

1. What do strangers notice about them first?Ans: Her humorous aura that radiates and stunning elegance. She has never met a person who didn't laugh at one of her jokes. She usually emits calmness and carefreeness and helps those around her feel at ease.

2. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

Ans: In comparison to when she is alone, her social personality is very cheery, lively, and well-mannered. When she is by herself, she has a tendency to act weirdly in her own manner. When she is interacting with people, she tends to hide her strange side because she is aware that the other person might find it uncomfortable.

3. How do they act around a crush?

Ans: like all normal people freak out whenever they pass by, have a conversation, or even just glimpse their crush from a distance. It is exactly the same in haneul's instance. She generally blushes frequently and makes an effort to restrain herself from gazing at them intently. She has never been in an intense relationship with a boy, unlike her high school ex's, thus she gets extremely anxious whenever her crush speaks to her.

4. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

Ans: Her ears turning red is usually the sign that she is lying.

5. What do they smell like?

Ans: Cherry blooms, fresh mint, hibiscus flower, dior cologne, fresh parchment

6. What is their hair texture like?

Ans: Very smooth and silky

7. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

Ans: Haneul overuses the word " like" very often.

8. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

Ans: The weirdest quality she has is probably having a weird sixth sense where she can absolutely make out the person's thoughts by their facial expression. It's almost as if she were a… a psychic as people may call it.

9. What color do they look strikingly good in?

Ans: There's no saying that she doesn't look good in any colors because whichever color dress she wears becomes an instant liking to all people. But her beloved fans have observed her in various different outfits with elegant colors and exceptionally weird combos too, and finally they've come to a conclusion that she looks strikingly good in black and brown colors!

10. How do they show affection to someone they love?

Ans: Her manner of showing someone affection is either by playfully pulling their cheeks or giving them a huge giant bear hug no matter the gender !

11. Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

Ans: Definitely! That's one thing that makes all men and surprisingly women, weak when they look deep into those hazel irises and find themselves hypnotized.

12. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

Ans: The attributes that are inherited are mainly from her parents. She gets her lack of patience and anger issues from her ferocious (but gentle) mother, and the intimidating poker face from her dangerously over-protective brother.

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if Eddie tries dunking on mötley crüe I'll kick his sorry (& cute) ass.

Also Eddie doing a double take when reader and Robin are both ready to drool watching Cherry Pie too

my honest opinion is nobody really likes mötley crüe the fans just somehow decided to consider t*mmy l*e cute and because of that now their generic music is "good" :) yeah, i have harsh opinions about those fuckers

anyways, i can affirm with my whole heart to you, anon, that eddie will stay as far as possible from any mötley material. playing on the radio? he'll turn it off. a video comes on mtv? the tv is now thrown out of the trailer. one of the boys is wearing the band's shirt? eddie won't even look at their face. he might be a heavy metal dude but he still has a functioning brain (sometimes).

like i said before, warrant's cherry pie video is almost like a sanctified moment in eddie's day – to him, there is nothing better than coming home after another stressful day at school and watching the cute blonde girl dance around in her red top, and he even got accustomed to the band standing awkwardly at her presence. maybe eddie even started to like warrant after some time... but of course, he'll never admit that to anyone. ever.

watching this specific piece of media is now part of his routine, so the trailer's tv is always turned on when he comes home from school, even when his friends, y/n, robin, and steve are over. it's not like you're bothered by it, since you all like music as much as he does, but sometimes ed may go a bit overboard with the volume... meaning that he will turn it up in the middle of your conversation just because one of his favorite songs is playing. you grow accustomed to it, i swear.

so, when warrant comes on, eddie will walk to the tv set just to turn the volume up, and he will just stay there, seated in front of the device like the little girl in poltergeist. in this case, he is distracted by something else entirely. he is so focused on the blonde's red top that he almost misses the looks on your and robin's faces. almost. and now eddie's attention is fixed on both of you, and how your wide eyes stare longingly at the screen, almost hypnotized by what's happening in the video, much like his customary state when watching cherry pie.

this time, he is much too busy processing what was going on with both of you instead of concentrating on the television. when the video ends, you and robin can literally see the big question mark on this boy's face.

eddie masterlist | main masterlist | navigation 𖤐 hey! wanna talk? leave me a message after the beep ─ currently accepting requests for concepts & moodboards for eddie munson and steve harrington.

#sorry for the spam <3 #i'm trying to empty my drafts #not proofread #eddie munson x reader #liv talks about eddie #liv answers anon #i will probably delete this later #because i don't like my writing anymore :)

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radios-oc-composium · 11 months

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Name: Scarlette A. Sunshine

Age: ???

Gender & Sexuality: Cisgender Pansexual Female

Info: Scarlette is a succubus who suffers from amnesia. She is best described as bubbly, ditzy, and sweet. She lives in a hospital with her husband and adoptive son.

Scarlette was born from an incubus father and a cambion father, and was a rather powerful and ruthless demon during her time in hell. However, something caused her to lose her memory and revert to a smaller form that took up less energy. When she woke up on the surface, she had no recollection of her past life at all.

Trivia:

Her height can fluctuate, but her base form is 4”9 without heels and 5”1 with heels.

Her favorite foods are strawberries, cherries and sweet liquor candies.

Her eyes have a hypnotic affect, so she keeps them covered with her bangs.

Her wings can grow much larger, so that she may fly with them.

#oc #misc #scarlette

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goddamnwebcomics · 1 year

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Alright. So what are the best character designs you've encountered in a webcomic? It can't all be bad.

Oh sure, this time I'll go in no particular order. Let me start with the most obvious.

1. Matt from Gene Catlow

I may be biased but Matt is a character design masterpiece, he's got a simple yet effective design that captures his personality as a self-serving schemer. His appearance is very much inspired by Cassius from Kimba the White Lion, making him appear as a vicious panther-like cat as opposed to Gene's tomcat design. Matt is also sexy despite not being conventionally attractive, but part of that is thanks to the wide range of emotions Matt goes through. He is the most emotional character in this comic, and his expressions come off as natural due to how flexible his face is. He can look adorable in one panel and scary as hell in the next. You can tell Albert put a ton of care in Matt's design. It didn't start out perfect, hell, it didn't even look like him at all, but eventually, he became the design masterpiece he is now.

2. Dr. Universe from Spinnerette

While Krawniverse is an annoying objectivist self-insert, I think he has a great design. The mad scientist look that is eyecatching from the get go. He also does look somewhat like a normal human being when he's in a civilian outfit, but he looks so much more interesting as the mad scientist. I went with the black jacket he wore at the beginning of Fat Spinny arc as my favourite look for him.

Demikhov does also deserve a shoutout for being a russian remix of Universe's design.

3. N.O.S. from Console Girl

Of course the best character from Console Girl also has the best design, it really sucks that every other console's design prioritizes author's fetishes or cosplay instead of giving them an unique outfit that have the colors of console on the forefront. N.O.S. not only looks great, she can go from elegant to psychotic in the blink of an eye. Her grey skin also makes more sense than with Vibibi because it's part of the CONSOLE's color. She also looks oddly cute when she doesn't do the mad eyes.

4. Sir Ari from Kit n Kay Boodle

It's a snake with a top hat. Sometimes less is more.

5. Celesto Morgan from Dominic Deegan

This is another biased choice but of all the characters in Deegan Celesto has the best design, he has a consistent hairstyle and his design is the perfect foil for Deegan. He started off as Szark/Lady Szark's lover who later became the truth-spitting edgelord we all know and love. I also like how his eyes glow black instead of white, which probably fits the seers more. Anytime shit is about to go down Celesto will show up, but he also might show up to bang some chick.

6. Stealth from Alien Dice

Yes, Stealth is also in the best design list, more specifically her old design. Even if Tiffany has learned to draw the new Stealth, the old design is just so much superior. I think Stealth's old design may be my favourite of all the dice designs as rest of them are either malformed animals or discount Digimon. She looks like what you expect alien cat to look like with green large eyes, two tails and hypnotic fur pattern. Can you imagine what the evolved forms would've looked like if she never got whitewashed? Just...keep the human hair out.

7. Alejandra Coldthorn from Las Lindas

Chalo's art and Las Lindas as a whole peaked during Alej's revenge, originally she was just another big booby cow with tight office clothes but when she plotted the insane scheme of ruining Mora's life she became both fashionable and threatening at once. I love her brown jacket and her much more menacing demeanor. Makes you think she's gonna play the World's Most Dangerous Game with Las Lindas residents. Of course that didn't last long, but damn, Alej was so fun to watch during this time and her design here was the cherry on top of the cake.

8. Bloodcrow from Spinnerette

We end on another Spinnerette character. Bloodcrow is a tragedy because when he isn't wearing that stupid Birdman of Alcatraz mask he looks actually really sexy even with his facial scars. He's also built great like damn. Now I kinda wish I could riff that porn co-OKAY I STOP.

#article thingy

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dreamingofvanishingenvy · 2 years

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Chapter one

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. 81345720167 is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you are finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options."

When I first met Korosareta Jisatsu, it was by accident. We had bumped into each other in our last year of middle school, and I was perplexed.

Being a pretty popular guy, I thought I knew everyone, but here stood a small and timid looking girl who I had never seen before.

The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. The ones she hated, the ones she called dull and brown. The way they seemed to gaze up at me with a small spark of curiosity surrounded by sorrow hypnotized me.

”Sorry,” she had said, ”I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Her voice sent a shiver down my spine; the low and alto-like tone mixed with her overall monotone expression seemed to spark something in me.

I had to get to know this girl. I had to know her story and why she was the way she is. I wanted to get to know her.

And now that I think about it, I wanted to love her then as well.

Before I knew it, she was walking away—her silky ebony hair brushing against her broad shoulders with each step.

”Hey! Wait!” I called out, my hand involuntarily reaching out, my fingertips brushing against the back of her silk school top. ”Can I get your name?”

She had seemed surprised to be asked that. Like no had ever done the simple task of getting her name.

”Why?”

A small and boyish smile slipped onto my lips, the sight reflecting slightly of her chestnut eyes. ”Can't a guy ask a pretty girl her name?”

I watched in amusement as she glanced around, her arched eyebrows pulling together as she searched for another girl. Once she realized she was the one I was referring to, she pointed to herself.

”Me?”

I laughed, one that seemed to make her almost translucent skin turn red. Her round cheeks were turning as bright as a cherry; the moment I saw the color on her, I never wanted it to go away.

For a moment, I was breathless as I took in her flustered state. The way her eyebrows pulled together and her chestnut eyes flooded with both embarrassment and confusion, the way her pale cheeks flushed in a way that she could never hide it. The way her hands gripped the ends of her school skirt, tugging at it slightly.

”Why are you laughing?” she muttered, her voice wavering slightly as though tears were filling her eyes.

Thinking back, I should have realized what she was thinking. It was so simple now. A boy she's never seen before asking for her name then laughing? She must have thought I was just some dick making fun of her.

My hands quickly shot up and shook as I tried to regain the conversation. ”No, no, please don't cry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!”

She didn't say anything, though I could tell she was contemplating just running away. Not that I would blame her.

”I’m _____, and you are?”

Her eyes shifted from the ground to me, then back again. She seemed to be stuck in her head, wondering if she should tell me who she is or not.

I smiled softly, my arms crossing as I shifted my feet. ”Even if you don't tell me, I'll just ask someone else. I’m sure they’ll tell me.”

”I doubt that.”

She was so quick to respond that it had caught me off guard. Or maybe it was the harshness in her tone, as though the thought of anyone knowing her was a disgusting thought.

I raised an eyebrow; I hadn’t been used to people so adamant about being unknown; almost everyone I had known wanted to be seen as something, whether good or bad.

”Look, I need to go.” She sighed, sniffling slightly as she slowly calmed down; it was like she had settled herself down without any confirmation from me. Like she had, had to do it before.

She didn't give me a chance to stop her, quickly spinning around and disappearing through the double doors leaving me with a hand outstretched to stop her with a simple ‘wait’ at my lips.

Just as soon as she arrived she was gone, from my sight only. Korosareta Jisatsu stayed on my mind for days after, enough for me to search for her when I had a chance or to day dream about her in class.

I was a typical boy in love, though I didn’t know it then.

All I knew was that I had to find her again, I had to be a part of her life no matter what.

“Hey I didn’t see you today! Well more like you were avoiding me. Is everything ok? _____ said you looked like you had been crying, is that true? Just...call me back ok?”

#angst #romance #current wip #voicemail #rough draft

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bellevuesanitarium · 1 year

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Art by @spinda-draws

Rules

I refuse to interact with anyone under the age of 18.

I'm very flakey and will respond slowly. Sorry about that. :(

This blog is dark-themed. Some heavy topics may occur such as violence, mentions of abuse/trauma, drugs, alcohol and the likes. If this isn't your cup of tea then this isn't the blog for you.

I welcome asks from anyone, even if we're not mutuals.

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Muse List and the Bellevue Universe

Dr. Fable

Plague doctor, physician, beloved in Bellevue Sanitarium by test sub- We mean, patients. Francis Fable Crowell is patient, calm, polite and always happy to see his patients. He not only works with plague cases, but he also specializes in hypnotism to calm the stressed out mind. Whatever plagues both in body and in mind, he will help find a cure. He also makes remedies and potions to help those who are ill. If he adds rainbow sprinkles to your medicine, please just listen to the good doctor and go along with it.

Dr. Sable

Plague doctor, surgeon, Fable’s twin sister. Penelope Sable Crowell is a little more aggressive when it comes to treatment, not as patient as her twin brother, but she’s amazing in her line of work, which is body modification. It ranges from flesh to mechanical body parts. If you want a heart transplant, she can do that. Missing an arm? Here’s a new one! Though, it might end up having scales, or be a tentacle. In that case, don’t be surprised, frightened, disappointed or all of the above when you wake up and your arm is more flexible than the rest of your body and you’re producing steam from your ears.

Judge Jeeves

Jeeves, like in his title, is a judge - a judge for the newly departed. He takes the form of a skeleton with two white glowing orbs in his sockets, giving the impression they're his eyes. Dressed like a traditional judge, he wears a black robe and a powered wig, the wig being tied back with a blue ribbon. He's professional and does his work as thoroughly and accurately as he possibly can. His beloved pet and loyal companion, Cherry Blossom, is a orchid mantis the size of a large dog. The only time he ever shows affection is towards her.

Grim & Scythe

The Grim Reaper, also known as the Angel of Death, is not what you'd expect him to be. He is rather short, merely standing at 4 feet, and his temper is just as short as his height. He drinks heavily, but not what humans call alcohol. In the Afterlife, an angel's type of poison is called spirits, which is just another word for alcohol anyway. It has the same affect on angels.

His companion Scythe is, well, a scythe. It's sentient and can speak and move freely on its own, but it relies on Grim to do his job and reap souls of the newly departed. Since Grim is always getting drunk, Scythe has to scold him on a regular basis and push him to take his job more seriously. The two bicker a lot, but don't let that fool you. They're inseparable.

Doctor

A former plague doctor, he still holds the name to hide his identity. After the death of his ill-fallen mother, and after years of studying healing, he found a new fascination with not only alchemy, but the arts of dark magic. He started using his own patients as test subjects to discover things no one has explored before. After retiring his physician position, he continued his research and his obsessiveness lead him to modifying his own body using a mixture of alchemy and dark magicks, so he can prolong his life to discover more hidden secrets of the universe. Inventing artificial immortality lead to some dire consequences, like garnering the attention of the gods. Dr. Fable and Dr. Sable, the gods' pawns and children, were sent out to hunt down Doctor and bring him back to Bellevue Sanitarium in the Afterlife to study his modified body.

Knock Knock

A patient in Bellevue Sanitarium, also known as S-011, is an anomaly that crawled out of the Void. The twins have not been able to figure out how exactly he came to be, but Subject 11 takes a human-like form made completely out of a dark matter. He looks exactly how humans would describe seeing a shadow person at the corner of their eye. However, Subject 11 has donned a blank, white mask to give himself a more unique look, or - in Dr. Fable's notes - it is said that it's how he can make himself more recognizable to creatures that "live in the light".

He's extremely flexible and is considered an acrobat. His stealth is as deadly as his bloodlust. His movements are so silent that it's as if he's not part of this world. Other patients with a keen sense of smell claimed that Subject 11 has no smell on him. He is mute, but understands English and other languages quite well. When asked for his name, he simply responds by knocking twice on a surface. Hence, he's been coined as Knock Knock.

#i will post more about the universe #just wanted to repost this and get this out there

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DuPont would be disappointed to know that Peter had wrecked his throat.

It happened in the fourth song, and Peter felt it when he thrown himself off in that high note on “Diamonds”. It served him right for trying to add mustard to it, trying to hit a note he wasn’t properly trained to carry and for which he hadn’t prepared his vocal cords, which was already exhausted by then, to try. But had he learned his lesson? Nope! He had been riding the performance high, had been euphoric watching the kings and queens parade down the runway in elaborate and stunning undergarments and swimsuits, imagining how dazzling he looked to Ashira and Naseem in that black dress under those hypnotic lights.

When the big finish came, when all the singers came onstage for a final song medley while the models strutted in their underwear, Peter had to, just had to, throw his head back and give it his all, push his falsetto to the limit and milk that high note for all its worth, to give the attendees what they paid for, and what that activist organization in Cameroon what they needed. And now Peter couldn’t record a song. Thank goodness for his species’ incredible regenerative abilities -- he didn’t know when he will heal, but he knew it would be soon. All he could do was write songs and dick around on his computer in the meantime, do some work that didn’t involve his vocals. Speaking of...

Peter’s alarm went off. He closed out of the email he was reading, one detailing how much money the show raised for the gay Cameroonians, and stretched. Break time, an hour a day he promised Naseem he’d take for himself for rest (”And I don’t mean sleep!” Naseem made sure to emphasize) and that Peter was forced to take, anyway, until he recovered. And to quicken the recovery period, Peter brewed a nice, hot cup of tea, his favorite ginseng blend with a hint of cherry syrup. He carried the mug to the bedroom, where he knew his current read and cozy thrown blanket awaited him.

He froze at the door, his hand still clenched around the knob. “Caleb?!”

The child gasp, whipping his head around and causing a long line of wine red lipstick to cut across his cheek. He looked at Peter with those large honey eyes, now ringed with wild smears of powdered shadow that looked like they were drawn on with fingers, midnight blue and sunset orange on one eye, tropical green and shimmering hot pink on the other. Beneath the bright pink blush caked on Caleb’s cheeks, the skin paled as the child slowly lowered the lipstick.

“...What... are you... doing?” Peter asked, each pause he forced himself to take to monitor his volume.

“I...” Caleb set the tube of lipstick down, and the wax stick broke off and fell, drawing a gasp from the child and a strangled groan from his foster father, “I... I’m sorry! I...! I wanna be pretty, too!”

Except the makeup was expensive as hell even when Peter got them on sale, and whatever latent eye infection Caleb may have must be crawling all over Peter’s eye makeup, and that was one of Peter’s favorite lipstick shades and it was so hard to find it and it’s probably discontinued and now it’s ruined!

IT’S COMPLETELY RUINED!!

Peter’s mouth hung open. He thought he was going to scream. But Caleb hung his head, sitting on his knees on the vanity stool, fiddling with his hands and smearing the makeup even further all over his fingers. Makeup that he tried to use, like Peter.

I wanna be pretty, too!

And instead, Peter laughed. His hand flew from the doorknob to over his mouth, to hold in the adoring laugh that bubbled up as Peter walked to the vanity and set the warm mug down. “Aw, Caleb!” he cooed softly, “That’s so sweet! But you should have asked before using my stuff!”

“...I know...” Caleb mumbled.

Peter leaned against the vanity, crossing his arms and sighing, smiling down at the child. “...Do you want me to do your makeup for you?”

Caleb’s eyes brightened. He nodded, his smile crinkling the dark red line on his cheek. “Yes, please!”

Peter plucked a clean reusable wipe from the box, spraying it with oil. As he wiped, he knew that he shouldn’t reward this behavior, that he was going to have to punish Caleb in some way for using his expensive cosmetics without permission. As he dried Caleb’s face, Peter knew he was going to have to go through everything to see what Caleb had gotten his fingers in to throw away. But Caleb had his small, round face turned up to him, his eyes closed and his smile wide, waiting for Peter to skillfully paint his face.

Peter gently gripped Caleb’s chin and picked up another tube of lipstick, one that Peter wasn’t so attached to. “Just so you know, Caleb,” Peter said as he drew along Caleb’s lips, “You are already a very beautiful boy.”

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