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heeliopheelia · 7 months

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"there's nothing i'd change about you. i love every single part of you" (niki x reader)

genre: fluff, comfort fic word count: 0.6k requested by @im-yn-suckers ♡

a/n: i felt like writing something lighter tonight so here we go with kinda reversed comfort fic!! i'm working on the next hee drabble as i'm posting this one, so if everything goes well i'll finish the 1k event this week!!

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A frown makes it way on your face as you check the clock and realize it's been fifteen minutes since your boyfriend's finished his shower. He's been in a foul mood ever since he's come back home, visibly exhausted and irked by every smallest thing on his way. He spat some harsh words at you too, but the instant regret flashing in his eyes each time let you know that he didn't mean them at all.

So you did your best to give him the much needed space, knowing that nothing helps him clear his head more than some time alone, but after such a long time of absolute silence coming from across the hall, you can't help but feel slightly worried.

You call out to him softly and when you get nothing in response, you make your way into the bathroom where Riki is. You tilt the door open and take a peak inside the steamy room, only to feel your heart dropping at the sight of your boyfriend slouching in front of the mirror, hands braced on each side of the sink as his head is hanging lowly, eyelids squeezed shut.

Your eyes soften immediately at the miserable sight and without a shadow of hesitation, you walk towards him.

"You okay, babe?" You put on your most comforting tone as you wrap your arms around his torso from behind. "You've been beating yourself up for a while now, hm? Tell me what's on your mind, handsome?"

"It's just–," he cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his face. "I know I can be a lot sometimes. And I'm sorry that you have to deal with all of that so often. You must be tired of this shit by now."

You frown slightly, pulling your head away slightly to press a kiss to his shoulder blade.

"Hey, don't say stuff like that. It's okay, everyone lets their emotions unleash from time to time, it's normal. Would be hard for one to stay perfect all the time," you hum quietly, squeezing his waist a little tighter. "But there's nothing I'd change about you anyway. I love every single part of you. Especially the parts that you love about yourself the least."

Riki breathes out a heavy sigh and finally lets himself relax into you a little bit as the guard that he's kept so high up absolutely crumbles. You can see how exhausted he looks now, the usual playful glimmer abandoned his now nearly dull eyes couple days ago. You slip your hands underneath his shirt and run your warm hands over his abdomen in hopes of bringing him some source of comfort.

"I could never get tired of you," you let out a quiet whisper after another moment of silence, and rest your cheek on his back. "Just because you're not smiling and laughing all day long doesn't mean you're suddenly undeserving of my love, Riki. I love you just as much as I did last week – if not even more."

At that, your boyfriend finally pushes himself off the counter and turns around to draw you in closely into his arms. Leaning down, he buries his face in your hair and holds you tightly as his head buzzes with all the love he carries for you.

"Thank you," he murmurs, hand caressing your hair gently, "for always being here. You're my little angel, you know that, don't you?"

You hum quietly and raise to your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "And I'll always stay here. And you will start trying to let me in a little more, okay? It's you and me against the problem – not you against me. Promise me?"

Riki looks at your outstretched pinky finger for couple seconds before intertwining it with his and lifting it up to his lips to seal the pledge with a kiss.

"I promise."

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#carly's 1k event ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა #1k event: requests ✎#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki x reader #niki fluff #niki imagines #enhypen niki #niki x reader #nishimura riki x reader

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piosplayhouse · 10 days

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I don't know if you'll answer but I need to know the lore behind sexy times with Wangxian, like is it a fanfic? why do people hate the author??

It was the longest mdzs fic posted during its time in 2021 and gained extreme notoriety for its absurdly long tag list, frequent update schedule that consistently forced anyone scrolling any of its tags to see it at the top of their page, and escalating poor, racist, and trolling authorial behavior that ultimately culminated in the author virtual1979 being suspended from ao3 for a month because she posting an author's note saying she hoped that all her haters would contract covid and die. She deleted the fic from ao3 a little while after this happened, ig bc she wasn't getting enough attention anymore, but allegedly the thing's still up on dreamwidth under strict friendslock. The fan lore article goes pretty in depth about it:

The best summary for why it pissed people off so much is really just showing you these screenshots of what the fic looked like towards the end of its life on desktop and mobile (be warned opening the full image):

From my personal experience:

from 2019 up until around 2021 the fic really was just a normal-ish, if very strangely written and kinky, wangxian porn fic about them basically just fucking around post canon and enjoying day to day life. It updated pretty frequently and had a fair amount of tags because the author was literally just tagging anything that she wrote. But like the first few hundred, maybe even a thousand tags were pretty accurate to what the fic was because of that, and were relatively manageable for the first few years that it didn't pick up any attention really.

At some point in 2021 when cql was really starting to blow up online and the tag count was starting to pile up to the point of annoyance, the fic started receiving some comments that were just like "hey can you try to cut down on tags, I don't think it's necessary to be so specific as to tag 'Korean food' or 'eggs' or whatnot". The author did not share this idea, evidently, and instead built a grudge against commenters who would tell her to delete tags, subsequently adding more and more as time went on.

As the tag count and updates increased, the content of the fic did too-- it got a lot, lot weirder. I'm sure someone's saved it all somewhere but for reference it spun out into what I can only describe as like if Rick and Morty's plot was cut to be just the parts of the show with underage/incest plotlines with All Tomorrows level sex dystopian world building exclusively to elicit the most visceral audience reaction possible. Around this time is when more people started to notice the fic and its escalating tag issues, leading them to leaving more comments complaining about it, leading to the attention seeking author spitefully adding more tags. Around this time is when she also started adding fake tags that didn't apply to the story whatsoever (sorry to disappoint, "talking vagina" was one of those. I did check) just to boost the count, take up more space on people's screens, and bait people into commenting hate for attention.

By this time, it had become a fandom-wide annoyance as she had begun to tag entirely unrelated ships, therefore putting the near-daily updating titanic of a fic at the top of any mdzs-related tag. People were outraged about this, and calls came for ao3 to step in. Ao3 waffled around for a bit as there was no official rule at the time that imposed a tag limit, so there wasn't established ground to ban virtual1979 (who btw many people suspected of being 40 whole years old due to the username and allegedly some other internet sleuthing on Facebook or something). Meanwhile, she began to tag other fandoms-- tgcf, svsss, BTS, basically anything that would get a lot of attention and draw hate with the advent of The Monstrosity suddenly drowning out all other recently updated fics of the targeted fandoms.

People had been trying to retaliate without ao3 action, though, by coding their own themes/skins that would allow someone to block a user or work and other fic writers made their own parody, the "bland times with wangxian" collection, which were minimally tagged sfw shortfics typically featuring wangxian just doing laundry or things like that. A good amount of them were actually like just fics where wwx would explain to lwj how to install custom ao3 themes and block fics that were taking up too much space on his screen. Imo it was pretty funny, but these also sparked some controversy as people disagreed with fighting annoyance with more annoyance to people trying to find content.

Either shortly before or after ao3 staff said they'd step in due to an insane amount of reports and backlash, I forgot which atp, virtual1979 began perhaps the worst tagging spree of the fic's life by changing the title, many of the tags, and the summary to a slew of racial slurs, sexually explicit imagery, and other generally offensive statements. I'm pretty sure this came after the fic was temporarily hidden once, as this update gained considerably less attention than the rest of the tagging saga, but people were still rightfully pissed about it. Ultimately, like I mentioned before, the author was then suspended for a month for wishing covid and death on her haters, and attention seemed to die down during this time to the point where she didn't really fight much more when her suspension ended and deleted her account and the work shortly after. Again she seems to have moved to dreamwidth, but most have forgotten her and I'm not sure if her presence is public at all on there. But that's the story of the worst mdzs fic ever written

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meanbossart · 3 months

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DU drow asks time

Lore questions/sweet messages/stuff that made me laugh that's about DU drow specifically that I decided to compile in a single post!

First of all, "outraged to be used as a medium for old man gay divorce" is a hysterical sentence LOL

As for his thoughts on the Ansur debacle? Negative ones. He hates the emperor, he doesn't care about his third-time-twist real identity, he doesn't particularly care about Wyll either (well - he kind of finds him entertaining, he's kind of really frustrated by him, it's complicated) but he saved his dad on a whim to spite Mizora anyway. BUT HEY, all that trouble would have been worthwhile if he's about to get an ancient dragon fighting alongside him - this old duke sounds a little too confident in this fairy tale, but stranger things have happened, right?

Then the situation unfolds as it does, and if he wasn't eager enough to use that orphic hammer before, he certainly is now. There is very little that the Emperor does past Act 3 that DU drow doesn't find a way to twist into something that confirms his resolve against him. If he could have taken Ansur's side in that fight, he would have - not that he shed any tears over killing him either.

Sick sword though, that helped soothe his nerves a bit and I'm sure spared everyone a little bit of a tantrum at camp later.

HAHAHAHA I can't confirm nor deny because I see so few large body-type elves as it is (which is fair, elves aren't usually... That massive). I did set age to 50% because it does look a little weird when it's all smooth. Maybe that's the trick?

Though I guess if you find it unsettling, then... No wonder it suits him! however this just looks like an impressively handsome fella to me, to be honest. I insist on fucking him up further whenever I draw him for that reason.

Thank you so much for following along and for giving the fic a try!!! And no worries, english isn't my native tongue either so I've been there 😎👍

I do actually have a couple of very short comics planned that take place pre-tadpole, but my backlog of WIPs is... Massive. Not to mention the commission work I do (currently not taking any more). I have one that's about his first interaction with Orin and another about a business dinner with Gortash gone-wrong, but I have no clue when I'll be able to work on them. Hopefully soon though!

You know, I've always hoped that after I died I'd be remembered as the guy who inspired others to make their nipples card-swipe-able.

Joke's aside, thank you LOL I love that my guys' nips have taken up non-insignificant room in your mind, it's always comforting to know that you aren't the only one.

Piercings and the such aren't really his style though. While he finds his scar-work weirdly comforting, he isn't so interested in aesthetic results as much as he just enjoys having pain inflicted upon him in a controlled environment, by people that he loves - He doesn't recall this post-tadpole, but the scars were a result of a kind of... Recurring ritual between himself and Orin that served to replace normal intimacy, pretty much.

Since you touched on it though, I do like to believe that Astarion finds his cut-up body fun, both on the eyes and on the hands LOL.

I'm starting to think you guys are all in on this. It's like the fifth time someone catches me in the act - god damn it, is it that obvious that I wanna slide down Peter Steele's cold corpse like he's a a ride at the Magical Ice kingdom... Which is to say, yes, both the guy and his music are not-so-lowkey a big inspiration behind a lot of DU drow's characterization!

That's all for now folks, thank you so much for the asks!!! This isn't all of them but I try not to spam people's feeds when I can help it/space them out. I see all of your messages and I guarantee you that if I have an interesting answer for them, you will see a reply eventually!

#ps: i only made that peter steele joke because i know he would be ok with it LOL #ask #DU drow #bg3 spoilers

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breannasfluff · 7 months

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Punishment and Shrines

Whump Rating: 1.5/5

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It’s a cave. Of course it’s a cave. Warriors and Wild couldn’t be stuck on a nice open plane, they had to be trapped in a cave. There might be air, but there’s not a lot of space. The cave-in saw to that. Sure, the chain will get them out eventually, but they were pretty far back in the tunnel.

Why did Warriors agree to go with the champion again? Right, because he was trying to be nice and get to know their newest member. At least he’s not stuck in here alone. Even if the darkness and tight quarters draw up bad memories.

“How are you doing, soldier?”

Wild doesn’t answer, but the sound of his breathing increases.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Warriors feels in the dark until he bumps into the champion; there’s little floorspace free. “The other will get us out.”

He doesn’t respond, just whimpers.

“Give me your hand.” After some fumbling the captain finds and squeezes it. “Do you not like the dark? Or the space?”

“Z-Zelda says it’s claustrophobia,” Wild manages. His voice is high and reedy with panic. “After the shrine I…”

“Shh. You don’t have to explain.”

Wild doesn’t seem to hear him, just clutches his hand tighter. “The shrine…the lid, it was right above me. I don’t—remember much. But sometimes there was blue light and liquid sloshed. I’d reach up but there was stone. They buried me in there. I couldn’t…remember why. But I was trapped. No one would let me out.”

Warriors winces because that kind of trauma leaves a mark. “Put your hand up, Link. See? You don’t feel any stone over you now. Sure, we are in a cave, but we have some space. You have food in your slate. I could test the rocks and crawl over them if we needed to find some more space. And most of all, you aren’t alone. I’m here with you, okay?”

The champion whines and squeezes his hand. At least helping Wild distracts him from the darkness. “I don’t like it either, you know?”

At first, there’s silence, but then a questioning hum.

“Yeah, the military wasn’t kind to recruits and all that. If you disobeyed orders, they’d put you in solitary confinement. Not for too long; at least not unless you did something bad.” Allowing traitors into his ranks was certainly bad. “The room was tiny; you could feel all the walls in the middle. Couldn’t stand up straight. It was pitch black and underground. It was just so…silent.”

He shudders at the memory.

“Did you have to go in there often?”

If the captain closes his eyes, he can pretend the darkness is a choice. “Sometimes. Not always for long, but once or twice…” he lets it trail off.

The experience left its mark. His wariness about enclosed spaces and total darkness has never gone away. He served in the war and it was a hard time. While it might make sense why the punishment was so steep, he’s hard-pressed to say it taught him anything besides fear.

“I want to be outside,” Wild whispers.

“Me, too.” Warriors is quiet for a while, focusing on breathing through the growing panic. Then, abruptly, his hand tightens on Wild’s. “Doesn’t your slate light up? Why are we sitting in the dark?”

A pause. “It’s small in here.”

“And?”

“The slate light is blue.”

“So—oh.” The shrine. The thing that would ease Warriors panic is the thing that would lead to Wild’s. He tries not to imagine the walls pressing in around him. “Right, sorry.”

Still, the champion lets go of his hand and fumbles at his side. Abruptly, the space is lit up by the blue light of the screen.

Warriors takes a deeper breath, relaxing at the visual reminder that he’s not trapped in the punishment room. He can see the rock pile from the landslide; the ceiling is fairly high for all they are pushed into a small space.

“Thanks—” he cuts off because Wild’s eyes are squeezed shut and buried in his knees. “Hey. You can turn the light off. That helped.”

The champion wavers for a moment, then taps at the slate till it goes dark. Immediately, a hand nudges his and he takes it. Warriors works to keep the image of the room in his mind, despite his senses telling him it’s getting smaller.

He’s not alone, he didn’t mess up. Wild is here and he needs to keep their newest hero safe.

Wild’s turned his slate light on and off twice more when Warriors is pushed to his limit by the time natural light enters the cave. He’s up in a flash, carefully climbing the pile up to the hole. “Guys?”

“Good to hear your voice!” Sky calls back. “Is Wild with you? Are you both all right?”

“Yeah, we’re fine, just tired of being in the dark. No injuries, just some scares.”

Sky’s laughter is welcome. “Time is pissed you two wandered off. He’s also worried, but trying to hide it.”

The captain snorts—that sounds like Mask—and backs up while Sky and the others pull boulders free. Wild joins his side as the light grows, pressing himself to the opening. When it’s wide enough to go through, the captain nudges Wild to go first. He slithers through, blocking the light for a moment until he’s pulled through.

A few more rocks are pulled out and Warriors follows. From there they follow the tunnel back up to the surface.

Wild bursts into the open with a gasp, running forward and throwing himself in the grass. Then he rolls on his back to stare at the sky. Warriors joins him, flopping down and grounding himself with the sensation of the dirt and grass. Sunlight warms his face.

“You good?” he asks.

“Yeah. Being outside helps.”

The chirp of birds and crickets fills the air and then Wild says, “Thanks for sharing. About being punished. I know that had to suck but—it helped.”

Warriors nods, even though Wild isn’t looking. “It was nice not to be alone. No more cave exploring though, okay?”

The champion breathes out a giggle. “No more caves.”

#solitary confinement #whumptober2023 #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu whumptober #breannasfluff #mywriting #lu wild #lu warriors

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milkmily · 1 year

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König headcanons

Just some headcanons of this man cuz I absolutely adore him and God I want him sm. There will be nsfw stuff too cuz I want him yeah...

I feel like König loves legos. Has a wall collection of them in his room. Makes him happy to see how small they are. It's also kind of satisfying to him. Calms him down. Does get mad when he loses or can't find a piece tho.

He doesn't get a lot of them though. Because he eventually doesn't have a space for them. So he gets small ones like minecraft. He has the mushroom one.

He will get you legos if you love legos.

"Hey König, we should get the flower legos and build them together." You say as you show him a picture of them. You looked them up and said never mind. Too expensive. He didn't like that you looked upset. So a week later…

"Liebling(darling), I got us something." He says as he holds the box of Lego flowers. "Aww, König." You walked up to him and kissed him.

König was shy at first when it came to kisses. He had his mask on when you two kissed for the first time. He was sent on a dangerous mission. "König." You say and he looked down at you. He had his bag full of his gear ready to leave. "Yes Liebling?" You lift up his mask, only showing his mouth, and gently kiss him. "Be careful."

He works in the military, of course he will get them even if they are expensive.

Knows how to draw and its in a cartoonish style.

Draws you two kissing hehehehe

He was thinking about that kiss the whole day, weeks even.

When he wanted more kisses, he asked shyly. But as he gets used to them, he just kisses you whenever he can. Loves kisses sm.

Our king loves big girls :)

Loves them thick and chunky, rolls and everything.

He loves to run his hands on your curves and rolls when kissing you.

König doesn't really take care of his hair. He does to his facial hair. Just not his hair. You'll have to point out that his hair has been getting longer and he eventually goes to the barber to get it cut.

He shoves his clothes in the drawer. Doesn't have time to organize his stuff. He does organize them sometimes, but he later on gives up.

Does sometimes keep his mask on around the house. And when going out, he always wears a normal black mask.

He loves cuddles, mostly when he gets to be a little spoon. Loves being the little spoon.

Likes to share clothes. Either he shares his with you or you share yours with him, he still loves to share clothes. If your clothes are bigger than his, you will end up losing 4 shirts. They will be his.

If your clothes are smaller and you wear his, he will let you. Gladly will. He loves seeing you with his clothes on. Just don't take his Favorite shirts.

Has a cat. A white fluffy cat that he named snowballs and he spoils her a lot. Gives her the best food and treats, cute clothes, and always has her clean. Gives her whatever she wants. He loves his Snowballs and Snowballs loves him.

Amazing at cooking. Fabulous at cooking. On dates if you don't feel like going out, no worries, you have your own chef at home.

His mom taught him how to cook. He just learned from the best.

Mama's boy. His mom sends him so many gifts and letters. So does he. "Oh, I should get this for Mama." He says whenever you two go shopping. He sees a cute letter, he has to get it for his mom.

He once sent her flowers on her birthday and she absolutely adored them.

His mom will send you letters and baby pictures of König naked in the bath. König becomes a blushing mess when he sees his mom sent you a picture of him in school.

You two definitely have something that matches. Bracelet, shirt, socks, even underwear.

He likes it when you run your hands in his hair when you two are sleeping. Makes him fall asleep faster. He does struggle with falling asleep sometimes, but feels more comforted when you are sleeping with him.

"Oh they added pickles to my food…" Konig says as he lifts the top bun up only to be surprised by disgusting pickles. "Oh, no worries, you can go tell them to make you a new one."

"N-No! It's fine!" He anxiously says. "I can simply take it o-"

"We are going." You grab the burger and König. You go to the register and say, "Excuse me, he asked for no pickles." You say as you hold out the burger.

"Please, it's alright. I can simply take it off." He whispered and you shook your head.

If you also have very bad social anxiety (like me), it will go like this.

"Aw… they added pickles…" König says disappointed and you lift your bun up. "Aw… they added mine too." You say and look at König. "Let's just take it off." You say and he nods. Having to order for the burger when you two entered was stressful, imagine the stress it will be when asking for a new one. Nope.

You two happily enjoy your food.

He doesn't know how to dance at all. He tried to dance at a school party and he kept stepping, bumping, and getting tripped by people. Dancing isn't his thing. Plus, he is too tall and his date couldn't exactly slow dance with him due to his hight. Never again tried to dance.

He definitely got told in school to read louder or a student would yell, "I can't hear him teacher!" As a joke

Will try to teach you how to defend yourself in case an enemy finds out about you or an intruder gets in the house.

Love it when you two are matching. Again, you two have almost everything that matches. Even plushies.

Oh, he definitely owns a huge squishmellow. Loves to hug it and lay on top of it or it being at top of him.

He has stupid shirts that say the dumbest thing ever. But he only wears them at home.

Like one that says:

"Don't bully me

I'll cum"

And:

"Reasons why I'm single:

× hideous

× too picky

✔️ dick too big, might just kill someone"

Too anxious to wear it out and have eyes on him if he wears them out.

Likes it when you kiss his neck. Sexual or non Sexual way. He loves to feel your lips on him all the time.

NSFW

You aren't König's first. He did have past partners. And when it came to sex, it was a struggle. Had to always check up on them.

König loves to eat you. Loves being in between your legs and sucks on your sensitive clit while he fingers you. Asking if you like it, if he is doing good.

"Am I doing good?" He asked as he went back to sucking on your clit. "Yes…yes baby, so good for me."

He humps on the mattress while he eats you out.

Cock warming drives him fucking crazy but he loves it. The fact he can't move his hips at all makes him whiney and wants to cry. "P-Please, let me move." He begged. You Slightly moved your hips and made him through his head back, letting out a loud moan. "Not yet, baby." You say

He always makes sure if you are alright when he goes in. He doesn't want to hurt you at all and wants you to feel good.

He likes to be praised so much. Loves praises. Loves it when he gets told how good he is and how big he is.

He loves it when you top him. He gets all whiney and obeys every order you tell him. "Yes ma'am." Is what he will always say to you.

He likes it when you sit on his face. König loves thighs and loves it when you squeeze his head with your thick thighs. He does not care about oxygen needed in him when he is happily eating you out.

HE MOANS LOUD EHRHDJWNEHRH

He moans so loud you sometimes have to cover his mouth while you ride him. His eyes roll to the back of his head when this happens. He tries his best to keep low but you just feel good :(

König also loves it when you kiss him to keep in the moans. The kiss becomes so sloppy and wet.

He loves the marks you leave on him. Makes him weak.

He likes his nipples touched and sucked.

Idk if he is more of a boobie or thigh guy. Maybe both.

If you have big boobs, he will fucking suck, bite and be in them while you fuck him.

Anyways, I can take him(not in a fight)

#konig x y/n #konig cod #konig #cod #cod modern warfare #i want him so bad #its not a joke anymore #konig x plus size reader #cod x reader #x reader #call of duty headcanons #könig call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty modern warfare

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mermaidmoose · 10 months

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Inspired by @montyuh & @callsign-relic first contact AU oneshots - here’s the first fanfic I’ve written in literal years so uh, it’s a bit rough.

Soaring through the depths of space, far beyond the reach of man traveled a ginormous starship- the Lost Light. Measuring 15 miles long and 10 miles wide it was certainly spacious enough to comfortably accommodate a large crew … and one tiny new resident.

Back on Earth, you had signed up to be part of an expedition to an inhabitable planet far from home. In exchange for food, shelter, and the adventure of a lifetime you eagerly packed your bags and said your goodbyes to loved ones. The trip was supposed to take a few years total give or take. Nothing too strenuous.

To quote Murphy’s Law: “What can go wrong will go wrong”. The company responsible for creating the expedition’s starship had cut corners- lots of them. When the starship jumped into warp drive it shook so violently that your whole body was rattled and smashed into the ceiling of your capsule bed. You were lucky to get away with only severe bruising and a bloody tongue. Exiting the jump left the ship stranded, drifting aimlessly as everyone scrambled in the dark to collect themselves. With several of your more experienced crew-mates dead or injured, you and the few survivors chose to route the ship’s remaining power to fuel the escape pods to try to navigate back to Earth.

After a week of travel (according to your pod’s calendar) you were carefully navigating through an asteroid field when a large shadow fell over you. While you are grateful the giant-ass starship that appeared out of nowhere hadn’t obliterated you and your escape pod, you weren’t expecting to be kidnapped either. By giant alien robots no less! With a language barrier! And no sense of personal space or boundaries! Shit! You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the situation.

Well, you had tried quietly crying about it while wandering down one of the vast halls of the Lost Light, until a blue mechanical horror emerged from an adjacent hallway. To you, Whirl looked like something that had stepped out of a horror movie, with his gangly inhuman build, long neck, and large yellow optic that felt like it drilled right through you.

Whirl barely gives the fleshy creature a cursory glance, noting that it had stopped moving and making those weird noises. He hardly knew what all the fuss was about over such a small, fragile, stinky creature. One misstep and he’d be cleaning gunk out of his foot for several cycles. As he looked away and began ruminating on who he could heckle at Swerve’s a sound made his antennae twitch. It was the pitter-patter of tiny feet running away from him at a frantic yet pathetically slow speed.

Ok, so maybe he could gain some entertainment out of the thing at least. “Hey? Where you goin?” He drawls as he slowly follows after you. It was almost comical how slow he had to walk to not catch up right away. Did you really think those tiny legs could outrun him? “If you don’t pick up the pace I’ll pinch ya!” He leans forward and clacks his pincers menacingly at the empty air behind you.

You were scared shitless. Once Whirl started plodding after you, you contemplated if this was the end. Murdered or eaten by a metal alien monster and all because you wanted to explore beyond earth. ‘I wish I could go back in time and throttle myself’ you seethe as another pinch draws closer. ‘I wish I had never left home. I wish-‘ pre-death regret-thinking is cut to a halt by the appearance of a gap in the wall paneling. In an instant, all thoughts disappear as your body bursts forward with a surge of adrenaline. With a quickness neither of you were expecting, you squeeze yourself into the gap.

You heave a sigh of relief at your successful escape. Your victory is short lived however when Whirl’s optic comes into view and blasts you with what feels like the light of several hundred light bulbs. “Ow! Bastard!” you snarl. Without even thinking you blindly lash out and slap the offending optic. Whirl jerks back in slight surprise, not expecting to feel … whatever that was. Was that an attempt to fight back? Damn, this thing was pathetic. “Oh? Think you’re a tough guy? You’ll need to hit harder than that!” He jams one of his pincers into the gap above your head, trying to wiggle the wall panel open.

As Whirl is focused on the wall panel, you desperately squint around, looking for some means of escape. Thankfully, his loosening of the panel opened another gap on the opposite end. You make a break for it and rush out of the gap, not daring to look back. As you feel a rush of wind and the thrumming of danger (or is that the vibrations of something running?) a shout breaks through the chaos.

“Whirl! What do you think you’re doing!?” Before you can even register what’s happening a smaller, orange mech runs up and scoops you into his hands, holding you in a protective grasp. Though muffled you can still hear what you’re pretty sure is angry robot speak.

Rung rolls his optics at Whirl’s theatrics and sighs. “We’ll discuss this further at your next session. And don’t think this will go unreported- Ah, poor thing, you’re shaking” his attention is drawn back to you. The mech softly coos, gently running a finger along your back in soothing strokes. Truthfully at this point you’re shaking from a mix of adrenaline and relief, not fear. But you lean into Rung’s finger and note how much gentler he is compared to the other bots you’ve met so far. Orange eyebrows bot is now #1 in your book … whatever that means (god your brain is fried. you want a damn nap).

“Are you trying to kill the poor thing? Organics are much more fragile than us Whirl, even enough stress can kill them. Such as being chased by a giant mech! And don’t think I didn’t see you try to grab them!” Rung hardly raises his voice at others, but if Whirl is going to be a threat to the organic, he needs to intervene now.

“Tch! Relax eyebrows, we were just playing around. Y’know, bonding and all that slag. That’s what the captain said we were supposed to do right? Well,” He clicks his pincers. “This is how I bond. Bet we’re already besties! See?” Whirl stretches his neck out to get a closer look at you, but all you do is cower further into the orange mech.

Whirl lets out a dramatic gasp and places one servo over where his spark would be. “Did you see that doc? Rejected! Betrayed! I’m never gonna emotionally recover from this!”

“…It wasn’t that bad” the blue mech grumbles, somewhat affronted by Rung’s scolding and the weird itching at the back of his processor. “Whatever, I’ve got better things to do than hang with you two losers. Like getting drunk!” With that, the blue mech takes off with a cackle, leaving you and Rung in the dust to process everything.

‘I need to find my escape-pod as soon as possible, or else I’m gonna die here’ you morosely conclude.

#transformers #mtmte #mtmte whirl #mtmte rung #first contact au #I am so rusty at writing and it shows #the ghost of 12 year old me possessed current me and wrote this #maccadam

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Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - personal space

Turns out, staying in drift with multiple tons of a highly sophisticated robot for hours at a time gives you a bad case of sea legs.

“Oi, watch out!” One of the techs catches Robbie before he hits the cockpit floor. He’s graduated from control room to the inside of the Conn-Pod, which mostly means there is a lot less space for all the people upgrading the hardware and drawing out plans for removing the other pilot console. “I think you had enough for one shift.”

What, already? “I can–“ But he can’t, because they removed his helmet and he might be sick just from trying to look at someone without seeing the whole hangar at the same time. “Ugh.”

The tech laughs and waves over colleagues to help her unscrew Robbie from the makeshift rigging. In a real fight, he’d have been thrown across the pod on the first hit, but it works well enough to let him move The Charger around the bay. It takes three people with power drills to extract him, and two to effectively carry him out of the cockpit, where Cho and Stark have their monitoring station set up on the walkway.

“Whoa, what’s going on?” Stark demands when the techs deposit Robbie on the crate Cho is currently using as a bed. “I didn’t see a seizure, what’s–“

“He’s exhausted, boss,” the tech points at Robbie, who’s too focused on keeping his head from rolling off his neck to defend himself. As soon as he’s down, two nurses descend to check his eyes and to attach a mini-EEG to his temples. More people have touched him in the last twenty four hours than possibly his entire life up to this point, and if he wasn’t so nauseous he’d be feeling some kind of way about it. “Besides, look at the countdown. Canelo says we need at least six hours to get the wiring sorted. Might as well follow Cho’s example.”

“Right,” Robbie can’t see what Stark is doing, but judging by the deep sigh he doesn’t have it in him to argue, either. “Right, good shout. Yeah, let’s— When did he conk out?”

“An hour ago,” one of the nurses says in a way that promises to cut off Stark’s caffeine access.

“I thought it got quiet. Hey, Reyes, how’re you feeling? Nothing new popped? Brain all good?”

Robbie cracks open his bad eye to look at him over the nurse’s shoulder. He didn’t realise he’d closed them. “Fine. I think.”

“Thinking is a good indicator!” Stark exclaims, throwing his hands up. The enthusiasm makes him look ten years younger. “Go get some chow. Pam, make sure he doesn’t collapse in a hallway somewhere, Jen would eat one of my important organs.”

“I’m fine, I’m just—” Robbie presses his feet into the metal surface of the walkway. His knees feel detached, but less like they won’t hold if he tries to stand. “Just need a minute.”

“You need to sleep,” the nurse – Pam – waggles a finger on his face. “We’ve set up the old Horizon Bravo quarters—”

“No,” he protests. It’s half five. He can just make it, if his legs cooperate. “No, I need to go get my brother. He starts school at seven.” An exchange of significant glances occurs over his head. “I’ll be back after drop off. I’ll grab some food on the way.“

Lisa very kindly offered to help Gabe get ready in the morning when Robbie was told to come back to the hangar for the fifth shift to continue testing. He doesn’t mind leaving his brother to sleep on his own – he could never really afford to – but something about having a virtual stranger take over on such a short notice doesn’t sit right with him.

“Amadeus said you sorted it out,” Stark says, like he suspects he’s being had. It takes Robbie a moment to figure out he’s referring to Cho.

“In case I can’t make it back.” Robbie refuses to back down under his stare. “I can. So I will.”

“…Sure, whatever.” Stark makes eyebrows at Pam the Nurse before turning around to address everyone around: “Alright people, countdown is on fifteen hours! Pilot’s going to catch a snooze, everyone else get on the Conn-Pod while it’s free!”

“Did you not sleep at all?” Gabe yawns while Robbie collects a change of clothes. Parading through the support side in the undersuit made him feel half-naked and he’s not keen on repeating the experience. “Robbie, you have to sleep.”

“I know, buddy.” He’s also not keen on letting Lisa and Pam wait outside for too long. Lisa showed up despite Robbie texting her it was alright, ‘just in case’. “It’s just because the countdown is low, okay? Things will even out soon.”

After the next demon. Jesus, what is his life. If Gabe catches the implication, he doesn’t comment on it, so Robbie gets on with peeling the undersuit off. It’s much harder to do after sweating in it for eight hours and belatedly he realises that’s why you should’ve used that baby powder.

“What’s that?”

When he turns to look over his shoulder, Gabe’s pointing at his back, brows drawn together in concern. Does it show? Does what show? He feels along his shoulder blades as far as he can bend his arm, but other than sweat, nothing is there.

“What’s what?”

“It’s red. Like squiggles, but straight.”

“Where?”

He crouches down to let Gabe draw lines down his spine with his fingers. He still can’t feel anything out of order. “Picture,” Gabe makes a grabby hand for Robbie’s phone.

There are indeed lines of red blotches along his spine. Just skin irritation; something deep in Robbie’s chest releases in relief. Nothing to worry about. Probably just pressure from the spinal clamp. Yeah, those things dig in after a while.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he ruffles Gabe’s hair to his loud displeasure. “The drivesuit left some marks, that’s all.”

“Robbie, are you really going to fight the demon?”

Robbie knows every single expression Gabe has ever made better than his own face. He can tell whether his brother is happy or not, whether he needs space or coaxing, whether everything around him is too much or not enough – the one thing in life he thinks he’s definitely an expert in. But he’s never seen him look like this before. Like he’s afraid to be excited.

“No, I’m just–“ he searches for the right word. “The jaeger isn’t ready, and I’ve not had enough training. I’ll just be protecting the base.” Unless you grow some balls between now and go time. “I’m not doing anything risky, alright? It will probably be really boring.”

Are you kidding? You get to pilot the best-looking jaeger in the line-up and you expect it to be boring? God, he hopes it will be boring. There is a non-zero chance the demon won’t go for Hong Kong at all, and The Charger won’t even come off the suspension rack. He doesn’t want his first job to end up in a disaster because he has no goddamn clue what he’s doing. I know what I’m doing. That’s more than enough.

“I bet it will be really cool,” Gabe smiles encouragingly. Robbie blinks away the alien sense of puffed-up confidence he definitely hasn’t earned. “Lisa said we might go into a bunker. We’ve never been in a bunker before.”

Not that Gabe remembers, at least. “I can still take you to school, you know.”

“You,” Gabe puts his palm against his chest, “need to,” and powers his wheelchair to push Robbie towards the bunk bed: “sleep!”

Despite his insistence, Robbie doesn’t let him just leave. Pam is still waiting outside the door when he unlocks the ramp down to the corridor level. Her and Lisa must have made fast friends, because they abruptly stop talking as soon as they see Robbie. He has no reason to suspect they were talking about him, but two women going quiet and smiling like that never spelled anything good in my life before. Did he put his t-shirt on backwards or something?

“Morning! Are you ready to go?” Lisa grins at Gabe, who squeezes Robbie’s hand before letting go to roll his chair down to her side.

“I have time, I could–“ he starts, but Pam smacks him in the chest with a plastic bag. It smells faintly like bread. The look on her face dares him to finish the sentence.

“We can make it to CC on our own, right Gabe?” Lisa has a hand on Gabe’s shoulder. She and Pam exchange a conspiratorial glance, and Robbie barely gets a hug goodbye before his brother rides away without him.

Pam has enough mercy to let him stand in the doorway for a couple more minutes. “It’s half six,” she observes eventually like she’s commenting on the weather. “Eat the food, all of it. The outfitters expected you to have gained more weight by now.”

When Robbie peeks into the bag, it contains at least two doughnuts. “There’s a pager in there, too. If you aren’t asleep by eight, ping it, someone will come give you downers.”

“Downers?”

She gives him a pitying look. “You need at least five hours. You did well up there, but if you end up out in the ocean, you could be drifting for a very long time. Eat, sleep, and don’t show your face up in the dome until the third shift, no matter what R&D say. Got it?”

Robbie grits his teeth. “Eat, sleep, come back for third shift,” he mutters. “Got it.”

Pam smirks. “Another sunny one.” She pushes him again until he’s fully inside the bunk room and shuts the door behind her. Bitch.

He really needs to rest. Next thing he knows, he’ll be squaring up to Dr Montesi.

...Next time he wakes up, it will be to really pilot a jaeger. Out of the Shatterdome, with a demon due within hours.

Cheer up, kid. What's the worst that could happen?

#ghost rider pacific rim au #robbie reyes #eli morrow #fanfic #everybody get enough sleep challenge #I have been Informed that technically this is a filler and I could just jump straight to the demon part #but I was halfway through it so #here we go

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httpstes · 1 year

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Hii hru??<3 Can u write a little about Taurus Venus in 10H?

Hey :)) i’m doing good i just finished majority of my exams and i am so over it 😭 anyways i’ll get on with the req so y’all don’t have to hear me complain ab how much i hate school🧏🏻‍♀️

⍣♀ in 10H:

Venus in 10H individuals garner a lot of attention from everyone around them. They’re viewed as being full of love. Regardless of whether they understand the beauty they hold or not, others can easily see this. They could be seen as that one random pretty person in class or at work that everyone looks forward to seeing.

Venus in 10H individuals have really good reputations unless Venus is negatively afflicted to malefic planets. These people have something special about them that just draws others in. It’s always something unique and random as well. On a individual level, Venus 10H natives may have certain hobbies, interests, beliefs that others just find endearing. This and, well, they’re hot 🗣. Need i say more ?

Venus 10H individuals may be interested in or pursue careers to do with the arts and or cosmetology. Anything that involved you expressing you’re pure creative talent is best suited. A career where you can design, invoke desire, draw, paint, beautify etc. My aunty has this placement and she does interior design and also is like really good at cutting and styling hair ??!? Y’all have a natural inclination towards beautiful things as well as wanting to create beauty wherever you go, even if it’s on a subconscious level.

This is unless Venus apsects Pluto harshly from the 10H, this creates a dynamic of wanting to create a peaceful atmosphere but also craving destruction and wanting to see how chaotic things can get 😭

⍣Taurus Venus:

Taurus Venusians. ah i love you guys sfm. literal princes/princesses. but not one that is easily woo'd over. they have a lot of self respect and know when someone is overstepping their boundaries.

Taurus Venusians radiate such calming energy and this is why they are considered to be many people's safe space :) The best at comforting and making someone feel welcomed. They’re love language is probably gift giving/receiving and or physical touch and quality time.

One of my closest friends has this placement and she is constantly spoiled by people 😭 Do y’all attract people who like giving gifts all the time bc if so, hook me up i want some free gifts 🤭 Ofc Taurus Venusians themselves also give pretty good gifts but it’s a all or nothing type of situation. They either don’t get anything or go all out and give you the most thoughtful gift (possibly an expensive one but it’s more so thoughtful and based on things they know you want/need)

⍣Summary:

ok now putting both placements into perspective, yea ur pretty and gorgeous and i will continue to say it. Like cmon taurus, the sign of sensuality and luxury (taurus is obv much more than that but yk) and Venus in 10H, you appear aesthetically pleasing to everyone who comes by you, like you’re charisma and beauty is just so mesmerising.

Individuals with these placements definitely love artistic things and or creating art/beauty themselves. Yall be decorating your room, drawing/writing, and putting a lot of time into your makeup and skincare routine and ily for that. This is the ultimate self-love placement and they know when people are over-stepping their boundaries.

And so, both these placements equate to a individual who is not only drop dead gorgeous and literally divine, but one who won’t take shit from anyone and knows how to stand their ground. If you’re currently struggling with setting boundaries as a Taurus/Venusian, do understand that you will get there and you will prove others wrong that you are not a push over or one to be easily fooled. Keep your head high and stay stubborn I love you bitches 💗

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wonderful-magician · 24 days

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OK do you ship dinahboose and if you do I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS. ( I saw you where analyzing ceeb’s characterization sooo) if not just use this as a free space to ramble about something else idk 💀

it is 1:am but I am so desperate to ramble and I also will take any excuse to draw any ship I like ever which is almost too many so excuse me if I sound nonsensical

^^!!

OKAY I LOVE DINAHBOOSE obv I've been into this musical for a total of 2 weeks or so- so I'm still scrounging every bit of Information on these guys that I can. And I've done wayyy more research on CB than I have Dinah ( he has a lot more to look at though ) but these two just make sense to me. They just make sense. Opposites but not opposites. They are confusing and they are both confused. But at least they can hold hands while confused.

Personally I struggle to ever hate or dislike ships unless there's like a blindingly obvious reason to dislike a ship. But dinahboose is probably my second favorite ship so far for StEx ( Electraboose has 1st place and Krupp/purse has 3rd )

Totally not gonna use this to talk about my personal rewrite of StEx.. specifically C.B. because I don't want to make a post just for it LMAO.

So yeah I've been basically studying C.B. ( or, I guess caboose because he hasn't been called C.B in a long time... but C.B has more personality.. ) and my version of C.B. is probably a horrible amalgamation of OLC and 2015 Bochum. Because I love radio aesthetics and the Dinah friendship but I also love the toy soldier aesthetic and absolutely batshit laugh ( I also love it when C.B. is played by somebody too flexible for their own good ) hes just a glorified circus clown on wheels with a radio set strapped to his head.

And I wish I could pretend that I understand cutting him but I do and I don't and I do. Because I honestly feel like C.B in the original does more than Electra lmao. But I don't think cutting people is the solution most the time tbh.

Okay onto more half asleep rambling that is likely to change because I'm still in the early stages of this rewrite. But. I recognize that C.B. has some issues. The one most of my friends point out is that he seemingly has no motive. He just... Is silly I guess. And I think this is a bit funny because I do like an antagonist with the motive of " it would be funny " , but at the same time. Kind of hard to make that character very ...er... Well I'll just say it does get a bit boring.

Something I also heard was that in the reasons C.B. has been cut was because caboose's aren't exactly used anymore, which is totally fair!

But could also totally be a motivation! Think about it, why is C.B still working? Still working with the freight despite essentially being useless? Because greaseball wants to keep him around to use him for cheating. Easy! Obviously none of this could easily be translated to the show. But for some comics/writings? Yes. Yes.

Think about it. Rusty is struggling, he feels a bit useless because steam is falling behind! So he tries to win and prove himself. But who else feels useless because of their job being replaced? C.B. but unlike rusty, C.B takes the other path, instead of trying to be a role model and win or prove himself. He just goes down the path of crime. And hey, he's probably a crazy adrenaline junky too so he's still doing it for the fun!

And why does he betray greaseball? Plenty of reasons. C.B might dislike greaseball because of poor treatment, he might dislikes greaseball for his treatment of Dinah, he probably just wants to get the adrenaline high of betraying him in the first place. Maybe to prove that he's important and needed because if he doesn't help, greaseball will lose. And he wants to hold it over him for his own personal desire of self importance. Who knows. He's a complicated little clown he is.

Ok anyway yeah I'm like the #3 Dinahboose supporter I will draw them more hehbehehehee

#stex #starlight express #stex caboose #stex dinah #cb the red caboose #not tagging anybody else mentioned #i struggle to hate things #i love silly musical #probably makes no sense #if its rlly bad I'll rewrite this in the morning lol #dinahboose #yes I drew this in like 3 hours

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ha-answers · 12 days

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[ARC 2: THE RUNAWAY]

CONVERSATION TAKES PLACE AFTER THE FIGHTING

(You’re not missing anything, i just decided to skip drawing more fighting scenes)

………….

“What’s your name”

“………..”

“….Listen i’m, sorry for throwing it to you 20 times ok-“

“21”

“What ?”

“You threw those things towards me, 21 times”

“……….”

“Well ?”

“ᶦ’ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ⁻ᵐᵘᵐᵇˡᵉ ᵐᵘᵐᵇˡᵉ⁻”

“Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ?”

“I Said

I’m sORry that you’re sUch a PAIN in the ASS”

“That’s it” He throws his hand up, surrendering himself to this mentally draining conversation, they just fought before, went through hours of awkward silent to just end up with whatever is going on right now

Fuck it we ball

“Hey-, where are you going-“

“Somewhere away from you, you’re up and well now, find your way back to, wherever you’re from”

“…..” They start picking up their pace and follow suits, he made it very clear how one sided this trip is, constantly trying to pick routes that are physically demanding, using unconventional ways to get through the areas, yet despite all of that he never seems to manage to successfully cut them off, they fall and plummet, stumble and trip, yet even after all that, they never seem to be giving up

He watches them with disinterest, honestly it’s painful to see them try to pathetically get through from time to time, they don’t seem to be accustomed to living outside in the wild, seriously he doesn’t know how are they still alive at this point, they probably wouldn’t last any longer

Is what he had initially thought before looking back at the current reality of 2 iterator one shelter and a soundly asleep slugcat neatly situated in one cramped space

“…………

how long are you going to keep this up”

They don’t respond, instead they keep their gaze firm, and to the ground, contemplating, thinking, worrying

…………………

He sighs

“Arrow”

“What ?”

“You can call me Arrow, just that”

“Oh, uh, um-

….Metric, Unparalleled….Metric

nice, to meet you”

“……

So you can be polite but can’t spit out one decent apology ?”

A lot of dirts and dust were kicked towards one another that day

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[HARMLESS AS AN ARROW] HA has reconnected

[UNPARALLELED METRIC] UM has connected

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Beginning

#rain world #harmless as an arrow #arrow #ha #iterator #iterator oc #unparalleled metric #metric #um

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James

Part 8! :D

Masterlist

First Chapter/ Previous Chapter/ Next Chapter

Content under the cut!

“PINKY!”

The lesser fairy shouted loudly. The poor girl had enough of everything. She was trying to still come to grips with the fact that they had messed up as badly as they did in terms of having their “guests”. She was not happy. “WHAT?!”

“We need things!!”

“What kind of things?!”

“Supplies, materials, the like.” The lesser fairy kept shouting.

Twilight saw the poor girl sag before she looked up. Her eyebrow twitched. “Very helpful.”

“Um-” Twilight spoke up.

She turned to him, with a mildly nasty look. Twilight couldn’t help but shrink back slightly. She huffed and moved her hair away from face, drawing it back into a tight hold with her hands at the back of her head. “Yes?

Twilight coughed, trying to keep his gaze low. It landed on her legs. No bad. Back up. “I can go with you?”

She didn’t look impressed.

Twilight coughed again, feeling a slight warmth to his cheeks. “Really! I’m a great tracker!”

She stared at him for a moment longer before she groaned and adjusted her hair once more. “Alright. I suppose there’s nothing wrong with it. Let me get the list from the Tweedles and then we can head out.”

Twilight tilted his head. Tweedles? Is that their name?.... What’s a Tweedle? And why are there more than one?

The girl left for a moment, Twilight fell into a moment of weakness as he watched her leave, paying a little more attention to her than he should have. He snapped his head away when he realized what he was doing. He felt so dumb. Why is he like this? Why didn’t he go get the others? Why did he offer to go with her? Alone?

She came back faster than he expected and pocket a small piece of paper in her top. Another thing Twilight felt bad for noticing. “Alright. Let’s get this over-”

She paused and looked him up and down, her annoyance morphed into a sweet concerned face- directed at him. “Hey. You ok? You look sick.”

She walked up to him, putting a soft hand on his cheek and his forehead. She was… smaller than he thought she would be now that she’s this close. He could do something. But what was it? What was his brain telling him to do? It was all action but no direction. What was happening? Man, she is so cute!

“Are you sick?” She asked him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He half wanted her to lower her hand to his arm, then maybe he could flex and then she would feel his muscles. No, that’s dumb. That’s really dumb. What is he thinking?

“I’m fine.” He smiles. “I’m.. umm… I was coughing. It’ll go down.”

She raised an eyebrow, seemingly seeing right through his fib. “Uh-huh… quiet cougher, aren’t cha?”

Twilight clears his throat. “...It was on my own spit…”

He’s an idiot. What’s wrong with him? Twilight scratched the back of his head, smiling as brightly as he could to get out of the grave he’s digging for himself. “It’s fine! Really! Let’s go get that list your friend asked for!”

She shook her head and grabbed her staff. “I hope you’re good at identifying trees and catching animals.”

Twilight’s face dropped. “What?”

“We need three different types of bark and some fur. Apparently that sword the chosen one has isn’t strong enough for what we have planned and we need to fortify it before the end of the month.”

Twilight tried to keep up, she was no longer waiting for him. “Why? The Master Sword is capable of a lot of things. It even dispels dark magic.”

“While true, we also need it to close the rifts in the space-time continuum. That being said, they’re still being made faster than we can take out. So! We better make this quick. Then the Lesser One can fix up the sword and the fairy can get off of our backs for a little bit since the plan would be in motion faster than we anticipated.”

Twilight manages to catch up to her and match her stride in an instant… Was she always a fast walker? He’s having to actually need to put effort into keeping up with her.

She walks through the hideout with startling confidence before she moves through some boxes, disappearing for a moment. Two seconds pass before her arm shows up again and Twilight is pulled through. He ends up in the middle of a forest, but he’s disoriented and lost. He doesn’t know where he is.

He’s spinning on his feet, making it worse as he tries to figure out where both of them are. “Where are- How did-”

“You can thank the Lesser One for that.” She says proudly. “It didn’t take them too long to figure out how to get through Hyrule through portals instead of going from dimension to dimension. This way. Bark number one should grow on the west side if I remember correctly.”

Twilight follows blindly. He’s thoroughly impressed. And it wasn’t even her doing.

“How long do you think this would take us?” He asks her quietly, following her as she leads the way.

“Why?” She looks at him softly. Twilight finds his heart reaching out to the look. “Are you worried about your friends? They should be fine. The Lesser One likes your friend- Sky- Right? And the fairy seems to fly circles around Mr. Traveler. They’ll be taken care of. We don't have them to hurt them.”

“I know.”

“You know?” She turned to him shocked. “...How? I thought that-”

“I’ve been around earlier, remember? As Wolfie?” Twilight adds sheepishly. “I saw most of everything.”

Now it’s her turn to blush and Twilight is taken aback about how it blends into her hair. She covers her face with her hand. “....I forgot about how I treated you for a minute.”

Twilight grins like a doofus. “I didn’t~!”

She sends him a defeated look. “You should.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x oc #lu twilight

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No update today -- next chapter's cover has had a good chunk of progress made on it, but I'm too busy tomorrow to get it finished up to post at a reasonable time. (This works out well anyhow, as I'll be moving back down for college next week, so if the current page wasn't partially finished already I may have not had the time to complete an update.) In the meantime, finally getting around to posting ask responses (below the cut)!

I'm really glad to hear you're liking it! Life's been a little crazy lately, so updates have been more scattered than I'd like, but I'm still thoroughly enjoying making this comic, so I'm you're enjoying reading it!

Looking at the timestamps, the first page was released on December 12th, 2020. So we’re just past 2 and a half years now!

The actual “development” of the story technically goes a bit further back to the time around the 1.4 update release, as I was getting really into the game lore and wrote up some worldbuilding ideas. Then in late November of 2020 I started planning a fanfic based on that, did a short 2-page comic set in that AU for fun, and then ended up expanding that original fanfic into the current, longer comic!

I’m gonna tentatively say yes! At least, one per Andrew and the Clothier each. There wouldn’t really have been a reason to make more than one of Andrew. There technically could’ve been more made of the Clothier, but one was all that was really needed.

Fortunately this current set of backgrounds outside of the dungeon is relatively simple, as I reuse the base coloring for the columns and adjust the perspective/lighting as necessary (each column is actually two pieces -- one “flat” side and one “angled” side).

I have a pretty limited capacity for doing backgrounds, so I tend to use tricks like this to reuse them where I can, haha. The first few backgrounds for an area tend to be harder, as I need to make assets and figure out how I want lighting and so on to work, but from there it usually gets easier.

It's still dependent on the background's design, of course -- backgrounds that are painted (usually outdoors) are a much different experience to work with than areas with detailed lineart and textured surfaces, such as the tavern and Andrew's kitchen. I'm slowly getting used to the perspective tools in Clip Studio Paint, though, which is helping a lot with drawing indoor spaces!

In all honesty, I was mostly focused on making it immediately recognizable even in silhouette, and that it fit well on the page, rather than focusing on making it perfectly to scale or the likes, haha.

Design-wise I find the Wall of Flesh to be super interesting -- it visually ties the “first” boss of progression (EoC) in with the last boss (Moonlord). And it’s overall very jarring, in that it’s easy to accidentally summon and turns the Underworld into an inescapable auto scroller in a way none of the other bosses do. And of course the story/lore significance, etc. etc. etc.

So when the time comes, I hope I can do it justice!

Honestly, I’m not sure! I still haven’t totally decided how that whole sequence of events will go -- some parts of it are very clearly planned out, others not so much. In a general sense, I do think that Chris’ reaction could vary significantly with the circumstances -- how much of a shock it is, and if he understands the significance of it -- but generally wouldn’t be good, in a horrified/panicking sense.

At the current point in the comic, Chris *does* have a general idea that something weird is up with Andrew, just based on what Heather/Malik/Becca were saying (including Heather’s mention of “burns”), plus Andrew leaving in a hurry that morning and brushing it off when asked about it. He doesn’t believe that Andrew is evil, of course, just that he’s dealing with some things, and Chris is appropriately concerned.

So- yeah, finding a doll of Andrew in the Underworld- honestly, there are a lot of ways for him to take it badly.

But hey, once he has the doll, Hardmode won’t be far away, and that’ll bring a whole new host of problems for him to focus on instead!

#purity town #not an update #pt asks

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joelswritingmistress · 9 months

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My Boss: Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: After a slow day at work, Joel returns to help you drag the kayaks out of the rain at the day's end. Despite feeling guilt you devise a plan with a white lie to draw him to your cabin after hours.

Reader x Joel Miller

Joel eventually made his way up to the arts and crafts tent, making his rounds more heavily to the indoor stations on, what turned into, a rainy afternoon. You felt his absence when he had gone, though you knew he was throwing you a bone in giving you the lake station on a rainy day.

You toyed on your phone a bit, browsing Instagram and Tumblr. You put your phone into private mode and cyber stalked Joel, smirking to yourself when his professional photo popped up. He was as cute as ever with a neat, navy blue polo on in his head shot. Facial hair was trim and hair combed perfectly above a beaming smile.

The rain picked up again, creating a steady rhythm on the metal roof of the shed. You tucked your feet in farther, careful not to get your white Nikes soaked in the downpour that made every attempt to get into your dry space.

Next to you, the empty chair made you sigh. It was selfish. You knew it. Joel wasn't yours to keep to yourself all day, though you wished one day maybe there was some snowball's chance in hell he could be.

You rested your chin in your palm and stared out at the water. It was calming amidst your fiery thoughts. Plus, every day in recent memory had been sunny. A rainy day was inevitable.

One o'clock passed, then two, and then three. Somewhere in there you took your lunch break, though the whole day felt like one giant break. Still, you didn't feel too guilty because you had been working around the clock since early June. It was fun work, but by late July you didn't mind a light day at "the office".

When five o'clock rolled around and the rain remained, you threw up the hood on the light zip up sweatshirt you wore over jean shorts and hurried toward the little beach.

Rain seemed to come at you from all sides. Up, down sideways. You yanked the first canoe away from the lake's edge and dragged it back into the shed. And then you did the same with the second before beginning on the first kayak.

"Hey!" Joel's voice cut through the rain's elegant putter-patter and you whipped your head in his direction as he appeared out of nowhere from the path. A strand of wet hair stuck to your cheek with the sudden turn of your head.

"Hey!" You waved with a smile, suddenly not caring how wet you were.

"I'm sorry," he shouted, joining you immediately to help with the last two. "You could've waited for me. I would've helped."

You shrugged and began carrying the kayak with him. "I didn't do all that much today. I can handle it."

"Now all you need is a pina colada."

"What?" You asked with a laugh.

"The song, you know? If you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain." Joel grinned wide and then shook his head as you both entered the little shack. "Sorry, bad dad joke I guess."

You laughed out loud. He was so cute. You loved his dad joke, and now that he explained, it was funny. "No, that was funny." You continued to grin at him and then the two of you sighed at the same time, eying the remaining kayak.

You made a move to run out to retrieve it but he stopped you. "I got it." Joel hurried out before you could protest and it didn't take long for him to return, dragging it in to the lone dry area.

And there he was again with his saturated t-shirt and baseball hat. Your eyes drank him in and you could tell he sensed it that time.

"Arts and crafts crowded?" You asked looking down toward the purple kayak by your feet.

"Yeah." He nodded. "We're going to postpone tonight's outdoor movie until tomorrow. Frank volunteered to deejay a dance party in the dining hall instead."

"That sounds fun." You smirked. "Do you need anyone to work it? Because-"

"Take the night off," Joel cut you off. "You've earned it. You've done a lot of extra hours here when you should've been doing.. whatever."

"Are you working it?" You but your lip when your eyes met and looked away from him just after.

Joel tapped the walkie-talkie that was attached to the waist of his cargo shorts. "On call. If something goes wrong I'll head over but otherwise, no. I'm just going to check in a few times."

"Well hopefully you can enjoy a quiet night in for a change, too."

"Yeah." Joel held your gaze and nodded.

"Yeah." You smirked again at him, wanting him so badly to invite you to his cabin. You knew he wouldn't, but you hoped he would anyway. A part of you wondered if he was thinking about it. Was it even remotely possible that Joel had even in the slightest interest in you?

Don't give yourself false hope, you warned your heart. On the same note, your mind searched for a reason to get him to your cabin.

A stray drop of water fell onto your forehead from the ceiling and you both glanced up. Right there, an idea was born. Was it a sign?

You made a little noise of disapproval. "I bet that one spot in my ceiling is leaking again." A lie. You felt bad but maybe, just maybe, it would draw him over.

"What spot in your ceiling?" His eyebrows pressed together with concern and you thought about coming clean. Lying wasn't something you liked to do, nor were you good at it. Still, what was the harm in a little white lie?

"The first week, I just got a little drip like this." You motioned to the ceiling as another drop bombarded you from above. "Nothing major. Just annoying." You used your fingertips to wipe the stay bead of rain away.

"I can take a look at it. It's only a quick fix but I have some of that spray that seals leaks, from that old infomercial. It works surprisingly well for a temporary fix."

"Are you sure?" Fuck, you felt bad but you were equally excited. Now you had to stage a leak.

Joel nodded. He seemed to be studying your expression. "Why don't you head back, get yourself dry and I'll be over in an hour. I just have to make sure Frank's all set for the dance and the chaperones are there on time. Set up some limbo games and whatever else."

Your heart was pounding. An hour. It would be the most anticipated hour of your life.

"Okay. Thank you. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome." Joel held your gaze and you finally looked away when you couldn't take it anymore.

"Go home," he echoed. "I'll lock up and I'll see ya in a bit."

"Okay. Are you sure?"

Joel nodded and shooed you with his hand, making you grin. You grabbed the drawstring bag you'd brought down and hurried through the rain back to your cabin.

When you got inside you could've shrieked with excitement but you held it together and told yourself to act like an adult. Twenty-two was a funny age. You weren't a kid but you also hadn't been around the block as much as someone like Joel had. That you were sure of, in every way imaginable.

Luck was on your side again. There actually was a small leak by the back door. You couldn't help but think the stars were aligning to some degree. Seeing that the leak had taken care of itself, you placed a small spaghetti pot beneath it on the floor and focused on getting yourself looking as cute as possible after a nice, warm shower.

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arcadechan · 10 months

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Hey! I just found your art and I adore it! I don't mean to be a bother, but how do you draw hands? They're so amazing and I struggle a lot with them!

Hello there, thank you so much~! It's no bother at all, sorry it took me a little while to respond (I came down with a cold and wanted to reply properly!), but check under the cut for a quick rundown on how I do hands and some general tips!

So I generally draw hands in four steps. First, I draw the block of the palm (which depending on the angle of the hand will typically be either a squarish shape or a wedge shape). Then I place the MEAT, that good chunk that's basically part of the thumb, if it's visible for the pose.

Next is the fingers. If the knuckles will be visible I usually circle in a KNUCKLE GUIDE, it helps me space out the fingers, follow the curve of the hand, and can sometimes make some nice shapes for me. As for the fingers themselves, I'll either just draw straight lines to start, or come in with big blocky shapes. I've found sometimes it's easier to erase the shape of the fingers than to draw them outright, especially in the sketch phase where I use thicker brushes (on purpose, so I don't worry about detail too much). That's my usual process!

I make frequent use of reference - normally I use my own hands. Either looking at them as is or taking a picture, I do both all the time

working digitally is GREAT for learning to draw something you struggle with, especially hands. sometimes I'll draw them very large on purpose and then shrink them down, or I'll zoom in while I draw them. big hands.

looking at how other artists draw hands can be just as helpful as looking at real-life reference, especially if you have a more "pushed" style

when drawing complicated hand gestures, I usually stick to simple shapes (at least for the sketch phase), because then I can at least get the idea down.

using the eraser or a brush on transparency to find the shapes of the fingers for you is a gamechanger, erasing can be drawing too!

I let the character decide the finger and hand shape

knuckles still don't make much sense to me (that's why I often use a KNUCKLE GUIDE, sometimes I'll just partially erase the circles to make the knuckle shape for me and call it good)

Nothing...hugely revelatory. Hands can be pretty intimidating, they're comparatively small and full of bits and bends...and you can always just kind of tell when a hand isn't "drawn right". Practicing drawing singular hands on a larger scale really helped me, as well as focusing on "shapes" over "details".

One thing I've been really trying to remind myself of lately is that I can draw things how I WANT them to look instead of how I think they SHOULD look; looking good or cool vs "right" or "correct". This is especially helpful with drawing hands, as they can be so expressive and articulate and weird in their own right, that ignoring technical correctness in favor of GOOD SHAPE, LOOKS COOL can really help you land somewhere a bit more satisfying.

#chan replies #replied #hands #draw tips #i hope....anything here was useful anon #hands are complicated. learning to simplify them - just so you can get comfortable drawing them #and THEN getting complicated again #was my general process. and it kind of still is #good luck!! thank you for the ask and the compliment!! let's draw!!!!

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mikeys-thighs · 2 years

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Somethin’ Wrong Here

Bishop x Reader

Summary: Bishop’s fiancee’s reaction to some the events in Season 4, Episode 4.

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol consumption, arguing/yelling

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This has been taking up space in my head since I watched the episode and I just had to write it out. No use of y/n or gender pronouns. Hope y’all like it despite it being an all hurt/no comfort...

Part 1 | Part 2

A text from Cielo had you angrily driving to the clubhouse. How dare that asshole you called a fiancé pull this kind of shit. All that drama with Canche and Yuma had caused a small rift in between you and Obispo; it was actually a bigger issue than either of you wanted to admit. You had been fighting constantly since the attack at the clubhouse, but you were patient and hoped things would work out soon. Well you were trying to but it seemed Bishop thought it was easier to drink his problems away. The wedding had even been pushed back a couple of months in the wait for things to calm down. Unfortunately things just seemed to be getting worse and not better, but as his old lady that is what you signed up for. You knew what you were getting into when you first fell in love with him. But you never expected this.

Your car all but screeched to a halt once inside the club gates. You took a second to calm down a little before leaving the car. It was important that you did not cause a scene until you confirmed what Cielo texted was true. If some random puta was actually putting the moves on him and he wasn’t shutting it down, there was going to be hell to pay. One more deep breath and then you were walking through the main door. 5 seconds. All it took was five seconds for your world to flip upside down. There was your old man doing shots with some woman you had never seen before. He was too wrapped up in telling her how he could keep up with her all night to even notice that someone had walked into the clubhouse. It was obvious to anyone breathing that those two were flirting and it instantly made your blood boil. The fucking audacity of this man.

You slammed the door loudly, finally gaining his attention. Bishop was also too far gone to even register that he was in some deep shit. You stomped over to where he was sitting with that bitch, and you were almost positive that there was actual steam coming out of your ears.

“Obispo Losa, you got a lot of fucking nerve.” You started not caring that you were drawing attention.

“Cariño! Sit down, have a drink.” He drunkenly smiled at you.

“Really that’s all you have to say to me! This is the first time I have seen you in DAYS and I find you flirting with some skank. But you want me to have a drink. Sure makes sense.” You were fuming at this point.

The rando chose to jump in “Seems like you could use one, sweetheart. Might help get that stick out your ass.”

Your eyebrows shot up your forehead. Who the hell did she think she was? Was she part of the reason you were here right now? Yes, but you would deal with her afterwards.

“Excuse me. I don’t even know you gringita, Also I wasn't fucking talking to you, so mind ya business,” You snapped, “And you,” you turned to Bishop ready to give him a piece of your mind.

“Hey! Watch it. Treenie is a nice girl. She enjoys my company unlike somebody.” He cut you off. He no longer looked happy to see you; he was scowling now

“Fuck you. I love spending time with you. I don’t particularly like this version of you though.” You gestured to his current state. “I also don’t like receiving texts from Cielo about your drinking and flirting.” He went to defend himself, but your intense glare stopped him. “Don’t try to deny it, pendejo. I heard the little innuendo you both made just now. Not to mention the way you were looking at her. It is a look I am very familiar with.”

“I’m sorry, isn't he a grown man? He can do whatever he wants.” Treenie interrupted, a stupid smirk on her face.

“I thought I told you to mind your business. Butt in again and I’ll break your nose.” You threatened turning your gaze on her. A threat all the Santo Padre members knew you would act on and probably soon.

Bishop slammed his hand on the table,and you jumped at the noise. If he was mad at you before he was downright infuriated now.A shot glass shattered as it rolled off the table and you slowly met Bish’s eyes. There was nothing but rage and hate swirling in them, not even a smidge of their usual adoration. Even during your worst fights he had never looked at you with such contempt. He sternly pointed a finger at you.

“I told you to watch the attitude. Now I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you lately, but it ends now.”

You started to argue back but he stopped you.

“No! I’m talking, you’re listening. You don’t get to come in here and act like a fucking brat. This is my sanctuary where I come to find peace from all your fucking nagging. Except now I gotta deal with shit here, and at home.”

You could feel your face getting hot with embarrassment. It was one thing for you to argue in private, but something else entirely to do it in public. You could feel everyone’s gazes on the two of you. It was probably like watching a car accident . They knew they should probably look away but couldn’t.

This was not how you saw this going. Honestly you had no idea how it was going to turn out when you got here. You figured you would yell at him and maybe fight the bitch for trying to sleep with your fiancé. Then Bishop would’ve dragged to a secluded part of the clubhouse for a round of make up sex. So what happened next caught you completely off guard.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe there was a reason I haven’t been home? Huh? Well, I’ll tell you why. It is because I can’t fucking stand to be around you. All you do is bitch and complain about everything. The dirty dishes, the neighbors dog shitting in our lawn, picking the cake flavor for a wedding I DON’T EVEN FUCKING WANT!” He continued on but you stopped listening.

He didn’t want to marry you… That had opened the floodgates and you were quick to wipe the tears away. Was all that planning and how excited he seemed to spend the rest of your lives together a lie? An act he put on to keep you happy? Well if that was what he wanted then fine.

You swiftly took off the ring on your left ring finger and chucked it as his stupid head. It was enough to shut him up. The clatter of the ring seemed to echo in the dead quiet clubhouse. It also caused everyone in the room to unfreeze and turn away. You didn’t bother to wipe your tears as you stepped closer to him. With a gentle tug of his beard, that he didn’t deserve, you forced him to make eye contact with you. He had to know you meant what you were about to say.

“I hate you Obispo and I never want to see you again.” You turn on your heel and leave the clubhouse.

You had made it all the way to your car before somebody followed you. As you looked over your shoulder you saw it was Gilly. He didn’t say anything, just held his hand for your keys. You had no energy to argue, so you handed them over and got in the passenger seat. He sent you a small smile before driving away. Thankfully he didn’t try to start a conversation, you were too busy crying anyway.. After dropping him off, you drove to the closest hotel. There was no way you could actually return to the home you used to share with Bishop tonight. It would hurt too much. Although the hotel room didn’t do much to dull the ache in your heart either.

#bishop losa x reader #bishop losa imagine #mayans imagine #mayans x reader #mayans mc

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