#and he really has a particular face shape for her that looks so round and youthful form the front yet angular and sharp from other angles
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I thought there was a parallel between Teresa's era Irene and Clare's era Irene in her appearances but those panels are only slightly similar; so here, have these two vaguely linked images
#you can really tell Norihiro Yagi loved drawing her#so many panels of Irene feature her from different angles and mostly of her face#when you would see her fully it's in so much detail#and he really has a particular face shape for her that looks so round and youthful form the front yet angular and sharp from other angles#and as a person with a similar face shape I love that so much#Claymore#Irene Quicksword#Ilena Quicksword
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Homie. Darling. Muchaco. Please help me. You're an animator. You've worked in the video game industry. When you get to That One Memory in TOTK (you know which one I mean and if you don't, you will),
Please help me figure out what the fuck is going on with Ganondorf's face rigging
Man, I didn't even need to look anything up: I knew EXACTLY what you were talking about as soon as you said it.
Short Answer: Need more polys.
Long Answer: It's simultaneously a case of limited model structure and potentially some degree of intentional design choice specific to Ganondorf's presentation in this particular game.
Discussion below the jump, just for the sake of not stretching out people's dashboards. No worries about spoilers: none of this is story-relevant.
So! To give a very broad strokes bit of coverage on the wide and varied nonsense that is 3D modeling, this is a case of Topology. The basic thrust is that topology is the overall structure and layout of the mesh that makes up the 3D model's various shapes. The lower the polygon count on that mesh, the more angular its structure and the less capacity for deformation it has. The higher the polygon count, the smoother its structure and the greater its capacity for deformation. The trade-off, however, is that low-poly models are easier for a game engine to render. High-poly models are a massive drain on processing power, to say nothing if they're built inefficiently with a bunch of wasted geometry bogging things down.
Here's an example of a low-poly model on the left and a high-poly model on the right.
So when you want to make a character emote, you're basically grabbing a bunch of those polygons around the face and moving them around to shape the face into the desired expression. If you don't have a lot of polys to play with, it causes folding and tearing issues where the model and its textures do some pretty wonky shit.
Something both BoTW and ToTK have going for them is that they're actually very low-poly games, which is extremely helpful in making the games run as smoothly as they do given the world size and seamless loading. The lighting and texture work do A TON of heavy lifting to make the game look as good as it does. Really look at these models closely and you can see how angular they are. Look at Zelda's outstretched hand or how sharply light falls across the character's features. In the bottom right, notice how you can see the sharp points that make up Zelda's shoulders? They're not rounded; they're angled just enough to give the general illusion of a curve at a glance. Same goes for her eyes; you can count the angles that make up the shape of her eye but, at a distance and at a glance, they look big, round, and doleful.
Something you can also notice is when characters talk, a lot of them have little to no facial deformation. Mineru, for example, basically has a one-hinge Muppet mouth outside of pre-rendered cutscenes. A lot of characters' eyes are basically painted onto their faces and switch between static texture shapes as opposed to being fully rendered and animated orbs modeled into their heads.
Ganondorf actually has a fairly complex character model, especially compared to Link or Zelda, but he doesn't have a lot of model deformation. Basically the only parts of his head that move are his eyes/brows and mouth/jaw. If you look closely around his eyes you can see they're rendered basically as triangles. There's only two or three points along their shape the model can deform at. Further, since the rest of his face doesn't really deform when he emotes, it means the only thing that really moves are those small key elements. Which yields moments like this:
The animators are basically pushing his expression as much as they are actually capable of with this model's limited structure. See the hard fold in the lower eyelid, or the fact that his teeth aren't attached to anything inside his jaw? It does the job though; it overall looks good and, in the moment this scene happens, really adds something to the unsettling nature of what's going down.
I mentioned before that there may be a certain intent as well. Something specific to Ganondorf in this iteration is that, more than ever, he's become an Oni. Ganondorf's character design has slowly been leaning toward more Japanese-specific visual concepts over the past few appearances but he's gone full yokai for ToTK. Not just in his build, but in his clothing and weaponry. Dude is swinging around a kanabo for the first time ever in the franchise.
In Japanese mythology and Noh theater, a Red Oni basically functions as the embodiment of all the worst parts of mankind. They're greedy, brutal, cruel monsters who revel in causing destruction. If you want to look at their good aspects, it's traits like passion, ambition, and a wild spirit. But, overall, they're the bad guys. Ganondorf is 100% depicted as a Red Oni in ToTK. So when you keep that in mind, add in the implications of what Ganondorf just did in that scene, and consider the traditional appearances of a Red Oni...
...then that face-breaking grin makes a lot more sense.
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Full. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *SMUT*
(No my pictures. My header.)
Summary: Eddie’s girlfriend has an insatiable appetite for something in particular tonight.
TW: There is no plot. This is just porn. So much breeding kink. So many cream pies. Begging. Talk about pregnancy. Eddie dirty talking. Little bit of praise. Taking pictures post sex.
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Her whole body was vibrating against his, her nails digging into his shoulder blade as she felt her tight hole get filled to the brim for the third time in less than an hour.
Eddie’s head comes up from being buried in her neck, his curly bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat. He looked way more fucked out than she did. “Fuck, baby.” He whispers against her lips, barely audible to her. He shuts his eyes, groaning as he shifts slightly. “Gotta pull out.”
“No no no.” She whines, gripping onto him harder. “Again.” She bats her eyes up at him, sliding her hand from behind his neck to hold one side of his face. “Please, I want more.”
“Baby, you’re overflowing with cum. It’s leaking out of you.”
“Eddie,” She whines pathetically, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him inside her. “Just one more, please? I want your cum so bad.” She reaches up to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
Eddie’s own fingers dig into her outer thigh as he gives her a few shallow thrusts, really just pushing all of his cum deeper inside her. He feels her whole body go limp under him, making him pull back from the kiss to look down at her.
Her eyes roll in the back of her head, her head following and rolling back on the pillow below her. “Yes.” She gasps.
Eddie couldn’t hold the cynical smile on his face back as he looked down at her. “What has you so cum hungry?” The head of his cock nudges her sore cervix, still making her ache for him.
“I want you to fill me up more.” Her eyes were round, heart shapes practically in her irises as she looked up at him.
Eddie let’s out a little laugh. “You want me to fill this pretty pussy up? What if I put a baby in you?”
Her cunt squeezes around his cock at his words, butterflies going from her pussy up to her stomach followed by a low whimper as she wraps her legs around his waist.
“Oh, you want that don’t you? To put a baby inside you? That why you’re cum hungry?”
“Yes! Yes I want you to get me pregnant. Put a baby in me.” She moans out loud, slamming her hips down to meet his movements.
Eddie rolls his head back, grunting loudly. “Keep going, princess. Just like that.” He halts all his thrusts and let’s her fuck herself against him. “That’s a good girl, drain all my cum out of me.”
She holds on tight to Eddie with both her legs and her arms wrapped around his back. Her lips press kisses to the side of his neck, racking the top of her teeth against his pale skin. It wasn’t until she felt her orgasm build up that she starts to suck a hickey into neck.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum. Keep going, my sweet girl.”
She squeezes her legs tighter around his waist, pushing his lower half deeper against her. “Please, I wanna cum too, wanna cum too Eddie.”
Eddie’s face was buried back between her head and her shoulder, grumbly groans and throaty moans being sung in her ear. “Fuck!” Eddie gripes loudly, his body stiffening while he shoots his white ropes inside her again for the fourth time tonight. “Fucking take it, fuck.” Eddie growls in her ear.
She could feel all of the cum leak down to her ass, more than likely pooling down on the sheets below her. Eddie didn’t even have to move anymore for her to reach her orgasm, her muscles clenching around him as she grasps him in desperation of closeness. All she could manage was loud, screaming moans in his ear before she sunk into the mattress, fluttering her eyes closed.
The sound of her heartbeat was filling her eardrums, drowning out the other sounds in the room.
Eddie kisses across her chest and collarbone, letting her calm down. “You with me?” His voice sounding miles away as his finger wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead.
All she manages to do is whimper in response and wrap her arms around his sweaty body, burying her face deep into his chest.
“Baby, I have to pull out, it’s starting to hurt.”
She slowly unwraps her legs from his waist, letting them fall onto the mattress still open.
Eddie grips the base of his softening cock and slowly starts to pull out, making both of them wince out loud.
“Eddie.” She cries, trying to pull him back towards her, the emptiness and ache making her start to cry.
“I know, baby, I know. Shhh.” He coos at her, kissing her cheek as he finally leaves her hole empty for the first time in hours. “Can I look and see how pretty your pussy looks with all my cum?”
She nods her head, cowering behind her hands as she watches him lean back on his knees and spread her pussy lips apart.
“Fuck, you are so cute. Stay just like that for me?” Eddie asks with an excited look on his face as he reaches for the Polaroid camera on his bedside table. He once again spreads her lips apart and snaps a picture of his cum leaking out of her. “Oh fuck, just seeing this is making me hard again.”
She can’t help but giggle at him. “I think my pussy needs a small break.”
Eddie takes the picture and places it on top of the table along with the camera, wanting to get under the sheets with his girl. Once he’s settled on his back, he pulls her toward him, letting her head rest on his chest while he presses endless kisses to her head. “There’s no way I didn’t put a baby in you.”
His statement pulls her back to earth, making her up at him with heavy hooded eyes. “Kinda hope so if I’m being honest.” She says in a quiet voice, turning onto her belly, feeling the cum shift slightly inside her which makes her scrunch her face up in slight discomfort.
“And if I didn’t,” Eddie starts, grabbing her as soft as possible by her neck and bringing his face closer to hers, their lips touching softly. “We just gotta do that again.” He whispers into her gaped mouth before kissing her hungrily, having every intention of having more rounds tonight.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x fem! reader#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x fem reader#eddie munsonxreader#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson x fem!reader
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Okay. Time to do Goodbye Despair edition of appearance headcanons
Teruteru Hanamura - (He/Him Hyper pan sexual) I don’t actually hate his design, he looks like the plump chef decorations everyone had in their kitchen in the 90s. He has thick hair and uses a ridiculous amount of pomade and hairspray to style it. (How he doesn’t catch on fire doing flambé is beyond me)
Ultimate Imposter - (They/Them intersex pansexual) They have to hide all of their natural features as part of their talent, but I feel like they probably have a somewhat feminine build. Due to their weight, they can pass more easily as any gender without being questioned (and maybe with some shape wear to help seal the deal) and this is pretty gender affirming for them.
Mahiru Koizumi - (She/They, Lesbian) She is midsized with a small tummy pooch and kind of pear shaped. Her freckles extend to her shoulders and back, and she has somewhat crooked teeth, but in kind of an endearing way. Has a small nose ring.
Peko Pekoyama - (She/Her, grey asexual) Slim and muscular with very little curvature, not that she needs a big pair of jugs to slow her down. She has really long thin fingers, and 9 times out of ten they are ice cold. She also has several scars from weapons training.
Ibuki Mioda - (They/She, pansexual) Built like a board. Just no hips or chest to spare, but they prefer a more androgynous style anyway, as is popular in the scene. Always has raccoon eyes, and will rub or picked at her face, smearing them in the process. Septum and tongue piercings and stretched lobes. Also has light acne scars.
Hiyoko Saonji - (She/Her, Lesbian) Looks like she’s 12. Her hair is very reactive to humidity and she is prone to turning into a poodle if it gets wet. Has a sizable front tooth gap, which only serves to make her look more childish.
Mikan Tsumiki - (She/Her, bisexual-female pref) She is plus sized and has wider hips, which she bumps into stuff with all the time. She has a round face and a button nose, which are always rosy pink, because of how often she is crying. Just chronically puffy eyes.
Gundam Tanaka - (They/Them, pansexual) They are kind of average/slim and don’t have much in the way of muscle. There’s just not as much under those robes as you might expect. Wears corpse paint and other trad goth makeup often but hates going out without at least using a light/white foundation. Black lipstick is a must for special occasions, and they always carry at least one lint roller to maintain their perfect black clothes with the hammies. Has a septum piercing and stretched lobes.
Nekomaru Nidai-(He/Him, Bisexual, female pref) Obviously built like a Greek god. Is very particular about his manscaping, and you bet your ass his fades are always on point. His hands are so fucking huge and blocky that it’s almost comical to see him holding someone else’s hand. His chest is hairy, and he has eyebrow and nipple piercings.
Nagito Komaeda - (He/They, gay) The man is dying of cancer. He is deathly pale and skinny. If he wasn’t a wacko, any sane person would be concerned for him. His hair is dry and coarse, in an over processed bleach kind of way. Has dark circles and yellowing teeth. Somehow though, he still manages to have a smooth, soft baby face and unnaturally clear skin. Is lacking in the eyebrow department, but has white double lashes on Satoru Gojo’s level.
Chiaki Nanami - (She/Her, pan) She is chubby. Like not just on the cusp of plus size, but a few sizes deep. Has stretch marks on her hips, chest, and stomach. Pale skin and puffy eyes from poor sleeping habits. American girl doll teeth and frizzy hair from falling asleep on random surfaces.
Kazuichi Souda (He/They, bisexual female pref) Has a bit of pudge from eating processed junk all the time, but doesn’t seem to mind. He had braces as a kid, so his teeth are perfectly straight and really the only tight laced thing about the guy. Has shaved sides and hates washing his hair, so he uses the beanie to cover up the greasy bits and his little black roots when they grow out. Breaks out easily, and has some acne scars. Pierced nostrils, tongue, and stretched ears.
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu - (He/Him FtM, ace spec?) Kind of scrawny and will just never be tall. Freckles on his shoulders and back. Has a tiny amount of peach fuzz over his top lip and is really hoping it will start to fill in. Blonde eyebrows that are barely visible to begin with, that he still insists on shaving slits into. Pierced ears.
Sonia Nevermind - (She/Her, pansexual) Petite all around. Dainty little hands and the softest skin. Very fine hair, and like Fuyuhiko, she is a bit lacking in eyebrow definition, but she has to fill them in. Has a small upturned nose and definitely does the princess peach lip thing.
Akane Owari - (She/Her, pansexual) Muscular and thick all over. As much as she definitely has abs, having them visibly defined is generally speaking, not healthy for most women, so they’re under a smooth soft tummy. She has a wider button nose and full lips that she would love to put gloss on if it didn’t interfere with her snacking. Has somewhat crooked teeth and her hair is consistently tangled.
Hajime Hinata - (He/Him, pansexual) Buff arms. All around pretty stocky but not fat. Stubby thick hands. Tans easily and has the worst farmers’ tan from his stupid polo shirt. Gets freckles across his nose when he’s in the sun a lot. He has bushy eyebrows that could use some attention and thick lips.
#danganronpa#goodbye despair#sdr2#super danganronpa 2#hajime hinata#nagito komaeda#chiaki namani#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#gundam tanaka#sonia nevermind#kazuichi souda#mikan tsumiki#hiyoko saionji#ibuki mioda#nekomaru nidai#akane owari#mahiru koizumi#peko pekoyama#ultimate imposter#sagishi#teruteru hanamura#danganronpa headcanons
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Angel baby
welcome to the college AU fanfic! Carina is our MC and i love her dearly! smut and fluff AND CARINA BEING SUPER CHEEKY!!! hope you enjoy :-)
feedback is always welcome! happy reading 🫶🫂
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Harry was late.
When he arrived to the lecture hall, everyone was already seated and the teacher was going on and on about something he couldn’t really understand. There was a powerpoint up on the board and the TA was sitting in the front row, Harry could tell he was a TA because of the way he dressed and there was absolutely no one sitting beside the poor guy. Harry sighed and quietly walked up the steps and sat down next to a girl he couldn’t see. Her head was sitting on her hand and she was doodling something on her notebook. Harry payed no attention to the girl and sat down, putting his bag beside and opening it up. It made a loud sound, attracting some rather annoyed faces. He placed his notebook and blue pen on the table in front of him and then sat back and looked around the room. Everyone looked bored out of their minds. This was nothing like his mother told him it would be. This school is apparently super prestigious and only a few people get in each year, his mother, Anne, works here. Harry really is a nepotism baby.
“Now that I’ve gone through the basics, I’m going to give you your first project,” The professor said, clapping his hands together. Sighs of disappointment echoed the lecture hall, the professor put his hands up.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have until October to finish his. It’s a small paper and you’ll work in groups,” He said, looking at his notebook on the table. Harry always wondered why someone would pick a job like this. Why someone would stand up in front of a bunch of people who are obviously disinterested, but still act happy go lucky all the time.
“You’ll partner with the people beside you, if you don’t have someone beside you, find someone and email me,” He said, grabbing a whiteboard marker.
“Here’s my email,”
“The project is on gender roles in society, something so important in our day in age and this particular major. If you have any questions, please email me or talk to Luke, the TA during his hours,” The psychology professor walked away from the white board and his eyes gazed around the room.
“Talk with your partner until the end of class and discuss your roles in this project,”
Harry cleared his throat, his pen in between his index and middle finger. He looked towards the girl, who was now looking up at him. She’s pale, but fresh-faced. Her eyes are wide and bright green and she has a few dimples around her face. Her hair is dark brown, curls shaping her soft round face, it’s pulled back into two braids.
“Hi,” She said, her voice like honey.
Harry immediately melted and placed a hand on his cheek to try and stop them from blushing.
“Hi,” He said.
“I’m Carina,”
“Harry,”
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“So I was thinking, we could meet up in the library tonight? Around seven?” Carina asked as she began to pack away her supplies, Harry got a view of her short yellow dress and white converse. Harry nodded and quickly wrote down his number.
“Here’s my numbers, I live off campus,”
Carina raised an eyebrow, “Maybe we could meet up there?”
Harry swallowed and tried to stop his cock from twitching at the mischievous look in her eyes, he nodded quickly, “Yeah, for sure, totally,” he said and Carina giggled.
“Text me?”
Carina waved goodbye and walked out of the lecture hall, she immediately bumped into her best friend Jade. They went to high school together and luckily, got into this college together. Susannah, Jade and Carina are hoping to move in with each other when the first year of college ends.
“I met someone,” Carina said as they walked together.
Jade wiggled her eyebrows, Carina scoffed pushing her friend to the side. “Not like that, for a school project. But has a British accent,” She said, Jade made a moaning sound attracting eyes.
“British men are…” Jade made a mwah sound, “Chefs kiss,” Carina nodded, “Exactly! And he is on the top of my list. I’m studying with him tonight, he will be my friend,” Carina said and Jade nodded laughing.
“Not creepy at all! Go get em’ girl,”
Carina laughed and waved goodbye to her friend and headed into her next lecture and for some reason, her stomach was full of butterflies and couldn’t wait to see the curly headed, green eyed, British boy tonight.
Classes ended and before heading over to Harry’s, Carina freshened up in the bathrooms. She shaved everywhere, and actually washed her curly hair. That was a first.
She quickly got changed into a tank top and sweats, checking her phone quickly. Harry had texted the address, so she grabbed her bag and books and headed there. He didn’t live to far from campus which was handy, why didn’t she find this apartment earlier. The walk from her dorm to his was nice, the air was cold and after a shower, that did her skin wonders. Harry had texted the pin to get into the lobby of the apartment building, so she popped it in and headed to the elevator. In the elevator she checked if she even looked half way presentable. Which she didn’t, but honestly, she was too tired to care.
Carina walked down the hall to Harry’s apartment and knocked on the door.
Harry immediately answered.
“Hi,”
“Hi,” Carina smiled, walking into the house and toeing off her shoes. She looked around the apartment, not what she imagined guy would live in, but it was nice nonetheless.
“It’s my mums place,” He explained, hanging her coat up at the door rack. “My roommates and I weren’t allowed to change anything,” He smiled and Carina laughed.
“Roommates? This place must be huge,”
Harry nodded, “And not cheap. My mother makes me work, that’s for sure,” He murmured.
“The living room is this way, we can work on the project in there,” Harry said, Carina followed and padded towards the room, the wood cold on her feet. The living room was extremely nice, white seats, a flat screen tv, paintings and vases everywhere. Jesus Christ, this guy is rich.
“Wow, it’s amazing in here,” Carina said, looking at the paintings.
“My mother got this shipped in from Italy. The only one of its kind,” Harry said, Carina looked behind her and for a second looked at the boys lips. She quickly turned away and then hummed.
“Project?”
Harry cleared his throat and nodded, “So I was thinking maybe I could do it on the females and you the males. Get it from a different point of view? And then we can go from there,” Harry said, Carina nodded opening up her laptop.
“Sounds good to me. We can just write a draft and then we can what we need to improve,”
And so that was what they did. For three hours, the wrote, researched, laughed, smiled and longly gazed at each other like two idiots in an 1800s romance novel. The tension was almost unbearable and Harry had just taken his jumper off, so Carina was finding it hard to hide her desire for this boy. His arms and hands were full of tattoos, one of a naked mermaid, which really just did it for Carina. She did like a man with tattoos. But she pinched herself and got back to work.
Harry cleared her throat when he saw her bent over. Carina was so focused she didn’t even notice her tank top hanging down and Harry was getting a full on show of side boob. He looked away immediately and tried to concentrate, but his cock had other ideas. His dick was so hard he literally couldn’t write, Carina had noticed how uneasy he was, she smirked and leaned back.
“I think we should take a break,” Carina said standing up, stretching.
“S..Sure,” Harry said clearing his throat.
Carina tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and walked around so she was in front of Harry.
“Do you want to have sex with me?” She asked, placing a hand on his cheek. Harry nearly choked, blubbering on his words.
“Do you, baby? Wanna feel my pussy?”
“Yeah, want to fill you up,” Harry moaned.
“Can I kiss you?” Carina asked her thumb pulling down his bottom lip.
“Yes, please, kiss me,”
Carina leaned down and placed her lips on his, moaning at how soft and warm they are.
“You want to fill my cunt up, baby?”
Harry nodded, “Take everything off for me,”
Harry did as he was told, pulling down his pants and boxers and then down the same for Carina. Harry was in awe of her body. Her tits were perky and fit right around his mouth, Carina pushed his head away.
“Only my pussy,”
Harry nodded and then moaned as Carina stroked his red, aching cock and then put her two legs on either side of his thighs. She teasingly dragged the tip of his cock through her folds. She then slammed down on his cock.
“Fuck, mommy,”
Carina smirked, “Oh, I like the sound of the that,”
#harry styles#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles one shot#harry x you#harry x y/n#harry styles x y/n#harry styles x ofc#harry styles smut#harry styles fluff#harry styles angst#harry styles blurbs
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What Does The Fox Say?
Oneshot Pairing: Eric Carr x Gender Unspecified Reader
Prompt: The reader’s first encounter with Eric is interesting, since this fox clearly has a lot to say, despite his gimmick of not wanting anything to do with them.
Warnings: Eric being sarcastic and sassy, but can you blame him?
A/N: Eric’s costume doesn’t connect him to kiss because the band doesn’t exist in this one-shot, he’s a children’s party entertainer. If this particular one does well, this could turn into a full fic, idk. Also, ft. coworker Paul lmao.
~RONNISREALM~
“Mommy look! It’s a kitty! Mommy, mommy, mommy!”
“I’m supposed to be a-"
BLAP!
Y/N, a janitor and unfortunate witness to the absolute chaos that currently racked party central tried their best to continue on with the mandatory sweeping, although… the altercation that had just happened wasn’t making it very easy.
For whatever reason, the little spoiled birthday brat who had been the center of the current function decided to hurl her pizza slice at the cat guy—or whatever he was supposed to be, the little rat cut him short before he could finish.
All Y/N knew, was that whoever and whatever the guy was, he didn’t want to be there. Hell, they couldn’t blame him, either. You try standing around in a loud and unorganized environment while being accosted by tiny creatures that most likely have no idea of sanitizer's existence!
Unbeknownst to Y/N who only occasionally made brief eye contact with him, the guy’s name was Eric, and if he could be doing anything else, it certainly wouldn’t be standing around in a hot fucking costume, caked in makeup while being a hit-target. Eric’s dream was to buy a drumset, but you can’t do that with an empty wallet, can you?
So there he was, marinating in annoyance, and the slightest bit of back pain. Management wasn’t bullshitting when they said those boots weren’t made for walking. But astonishingly, this was indifferent, as was his escape tactic, which he soon planned to initiate.
Loitering around the supply closet.
Y/N had constantly silently encountered Eric, as they were the janitor, but never verbally, and from hearing his encounters with other people, he could be a cool dude when he wanted to be. A little short-quipped and sarcastic, but cool nonetheless. They always wondered why he took such comfort with the supply closet, but what had just happened really answered all it needed to answer.
As an hour had thankfully rolled by, the crowd of children had also begun to roll out. The little girl’s hellspawn of a party had been bumping along for the past four hours, and Y/N found themselves dreading the amount of cleaning that was going to have to be done. Splattered drinks and smashed sweets along the linoleum, it was a grotesque sight.
“Paul! I’m going to grab the mop bucket and bleach, could you maybe… I don’t know, put the chairs on the tables?”
Y/N’s co-worker Paul rolled his eyes at this comment but nodded shortly. Not before he made a comment of his own, anyway.
“Yeah, okay Y/L/N. You always say that and come back with a soda, not a mop bucket. Maybe think of me this time and bring me one, too!”
Y/N briefly stared at the man and his mop of brown curls before snickering and shuffling their way down the hall. The automatic lights illuminated the dreary walkway, and the clicking noises synched with their feet carelessly smacking the floor.
“Nobody ever turns the air conditioning on…” Y/N muttered as they approached the turn-in, rounding the corner to be met with the smell of cigarettes.
There he was. The guy. The cat-whatever! His deep-set, intricately shaped eyes were brought out by the makeup that adorned his face, and his never-ending jumble of curly hair appeared to be frazzled from the day’s stressful activities. He stared off into space as if he wasn’t aware he was… blocking the closet door, and this caused Y/N to grunt.
“Be a dear and move?” they sniffed out, trying desperately to ignore the smoke. It was invading each and every one of their senses, and it caused their eyes to prick in irritation.
“Haven’t you got shit to sweep? God, I can’t get a moment, can I? First, it’s the kids, now it’s the janitor,” Eric rudely scoffed, blowing a large cloud of smoke out in the process. Taken completely by surprise, Y/N shoved their hand on their hip and tutted their teeth.
“I don’t think you’ve got much merit to be lecturing me on what I’ve got to do, you’re supposed to be on the job, yet here you are, like you always are,” they deadpanned smartly, matching his rudeness. Eric’s face contorted into an amused grimace as he cleared his throat.
“Like I always am… so you’ve been spying in on me, cool to know. Maybe that’s why management won’t pay for a new security system, they’ve got you.”
Well wasn’t he just lovely!
Y/N popped their lips in equal amusement, shallowly inhaling through their nose. The smell of cigarettes and bleach was dastardly, but nonetheless, they continued on with what they were determined to say. With their ticked-off eyes trained on him, they sputtered.
“Y’know… I get it, man. I do. I don’t have to dress up like a cat, but I do get pizza and other ungodly substances slung at me on a day-to-day basis, just like you. But you don’t see me out here mouthing off to coworkers–”
“I’m a fox! A damn fox! Not a cat,” Eric burst out, but instead of his previous angry demeanor, he was giggling like a madman. He placed his hand at the top of his head to remove a few curls, and mockingly gestured at his eyes, which sure enough, had fox written all over them.
Y/N, who was aimlessly taken aback by the man’s sudden switch in mood, snorted.
“Oh. Well, you hardly talk, wouldn’t of known. What’s your name?”
“Eric,” was the quiet response. His cigarette now lay discarded on the mucky floor, awaiting to be stamped out.
“Eric, ‘kay. I’m Y/N,” they repeated with a nod, and awkwardly looked around. Momentary silence loomed around the area before they spoke up again, remembering that they were at damn work!
“Well, what does the fox say to maybe… gettin’ out the way? I got floors that ain’t about to mop themselves, and I’d fancy getting home for dinner.”
There was once again a momentary silence before the sound of Eric’s boots tapping the flooring reverberated a few good times. Y/N looked him up and down taking in his physique, before immediately darting to open the closet door.
“Have fun… mopping I guess, I’m gonna go get ready to go home so I can simultaneously get ready to come right back,” he half-snicker half-sighed.
Y/N dismissed him with a proper nod and disappeared into the closet. They weren’t sure what their first encounter was going to be like with the man now known as Eric, but it was certainly far different than they had imagined. Yeah, they’d been imagining it.
Short-lived and a bit crude, but better than nothing, huh?
A/N: Eh okay there I did it, I can take requests now.
#kiss#kiss band#kiss army#eric carr#eric carr x reader#eric carr imagine#eric carr au#paul stanley#paul stanley x reader#fanfiction#ronnisrealm#kissblr#kiss imagine
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Ranking all the Straw Hat Pirates by timeskip redesign.
Luffy - Captain
Probably the simplest redesign, which makes sense considering his the main character and face of the franchise. Gotta make sure he's instantly recognizable. The yellow scarf adds some nice color balance with the iconic straw hat. The longer, flared sleeves brings some more attention to his arms - the focus of his fighting style, and having it unbuttoned by default highlights his only real physical change -broader and more ripped.
The most drastic change is, of course, the scar. X-mark, skull and crossbones comparisons for sure, but more importantly it highlights the trouble and danger he endured in the 1st part of the show. This protagonist normally defined by his unfapability has been marked. Ace is dead -and he's never going to let that happen again.
8/10 - simple, effective, but not a show stopper
Zero - Swordsman
Again, biggest physical change is the scarring, highlighting the increadible pain and hardship Zoro has endured following Luffy and pursuing his dream. Really leaning hard into the green, but the purple belt is a nice touch. I imagine there's some cultural symbolism with this particular cloak that I'm missing. My guess is that it's supposed to invoke historic samurai dress, but I'm not sure. Either way, it's a decent look on him.
5/10 - good, but pretty similar to before and too much green for me. I prefer the old look slightly
Usopp - Sniper
By far the biggest glow up, Usopp goes from being a scrawny teen to a young man. The big bushy hair behind and little goatee are fantastic. The suspenders and new paints keep him looking silly, but add more color than before and the bell of the pant legs match his toned, broader chest. The new hat mimics Luffy's, and Usopp's continued insistence that he's the captain.
10/10 - no notes
Sanji - Cook
The hair is a bit messier, more emo/punk with the covered eye switching sides. The little chinstrap is a nice way of aging him up a bit, but what really sells it is the angularity of the face now. Clothing wise not much has changed, keeping the double-breasted suit. A subtler change to how his drawn is he slouched back less, making him feel a bit more imposing.
6/10 - not too much change, but I like it better than Zoro's
Nami - Navigator
Nami's outfits change the most of any character, so I'll focus on physical changes. There are two - hair and boobs. I like boobs as much as the next guy, tho I think the show uses them for jokes too often with the new design. Still, the hair is excellent and combined they do help make her look older, more confident and assured in her skill.
7/10 - again, not a lot of change, but the simple ones here do change how the character feels
Chopper -Doctor
Biggest change for Chopper is the hat. I liked the way the top hat provided a different shape/silhouette, so the big round one doesn't do it for me. I do really like the colors on it, tho I wished they matched more with his shirt and pants. Still, it looks good, and his ears sticking out is a really cute touch.
I like how he's shown to have aged more in some of his other forms. I especially like this moment from their reintroduction when he meets Nami and Usopp in reindeer mode.
The much larger antlers, the more pronounced chest and fir look great. I kinda wish they'd made his regular form a little more aged as well.
6.5/10 - neutral on most of the changes, but I don't dislike any of them outright
Robin - Archeologist
As with Nami, Robin changes outfits frequently. Unlike Nami, Robin is already an adult when pre-timeskip, so there's very little physical growth left for her. The biggest change is her haircut, which is a really subtle, but nice difference. She's finally started to heal from her childhood trauma and a lifetime of being constantly alone and on the run now that she's joined the crew. Her hair reflects that, leaving her childhood bangs and diy-looking crop behind.
7/10 -subtle, but good (also she's my fave so I'm biased)
Franky - Shipwright
How the might have fallen. It's too busy. The original design is so good in its simplicity. Here things like the leg bits distract from the rest of the design. I do like how the seems make it look like he literally added stuff onto his torso section, rather than grow naturally. The shoulder balls and square arms are too much, especially together. I think I could have gotten behind more square arms as an interesting silhouette change, but combined with the silly shoulder balls its too much - tho the mechanical joints at the shoulders are a good touch. Last, they removed his hair! That doo is almost the most iconic part of his original look! You can't just shave him! Make it bigger and weirder if you want to change it that badly, but you can't shave my man! Now he looks like a marine. At least he got to keep the sunglasses.
3/10 - I do like how this new design highlights his cyborg nature more, but I wish he'd had an aesthetics advisor while performing his upgrades.
Brook - Musician
As an animated skeleton, can't really change anything physically so they went all out with a change of clothes. While I think the crown is a little much and lo9ks pretty silly, I do like the rest of his outfit. It's loud and ostentatious as befitting a skeleton musician. The frilly boa helps to extend the fluffy afro a bit more into his design, but he keeps the old timey suit and cravat. He is, indeed, a man out of time.
7/10 - good, but not as much going on thematically as Luffy's
Overall: 6.5/10 - All but one of the cast looks better, but most of them are only marginal improvements. Still, some really standout ones as well.
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OC of your choice:
🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition?
💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?
💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute?
👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?
👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?
Hello, Ridea. I hope you are having a wonderful day. I apologize for how late this is. I've been really busy lately.
I am going to answer this for Cipher Agent Prescost. She is one of my favorite characters to write about. Prescost originally lived during the Old Galactic Republic, around 4000 years before the events of A New Hope if I remember correctly.
🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition?
Cynthia Prescost is considered physical attractive to others. This is usually at first glance.
She knows how to use makeup to accentuate her looks. She takes pride in her appearance and knows that any missions or contracts could be easier accomplished if her target lowers their guard. Unfortunately, she knows that having them think she is attractive is the easiest way for that to happen.
💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?
For most people, Cynthia's attractiveness is based on looks. She is an attractive woman.
However, she is also the mate of Darth Noktis. Noktis is an Iridonian Zabrak. He often tells her that she is his Tai'Shan. She often affects him through pheromones. When she is around him, Cynthia drives him wild.
💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute?
Cynthia's most physically attractive attribute is her symmetrical face. She has a round face shape. The width and length of her face is about the same, but she has very soft features.
👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?
cw: child abusive
Before she met Noktis, she didn't consider herself attractive. This is partly due to her upbringing. Her parents -- her father in particular -- was extremely abusive and would tell her things such as she was so ugly that romance was not for her.
Once she became a member of Imperial Intelligence, Cynthia was trained in the arts of seduction and knew to use those techniques to her advantage. As I mentioned, it is easier for her to get closer to a target if their guard is down.
👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?
Cynthia smells really good. She tends to take pride in her scent and will often dab perfume on key areas of her body.
She enjoys long scented soaks in her bathtub that Noktis had set up in his apartment suit for her. He would often import Sakoola tree blossoms which she uses to soak. These are soft yellow blossoms with a hint of gold around their edges. During their first wedding anniversary, Noktis bathed her with these and, afterwards, tattooed Sith runes upon her back.
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Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼
No particular order to these because this is about self love not freaking myself out.
Under the cut because I am still very self conscious about how long my posts can be.
This one was a tribute to my favorite episode of Lights Out: Execution. It was a long car ride home with my grandparents and since it was October, Radio Classics was all spooky for the month.
The episode starts strong: a high ranking nazi officer is reading a letter on the situation in occupied France. In a small town, an unknown woman attacked a guard than ran off. In retribution, the commander of the local military has rounded up every woman fitting her description and is hanging them all until her kills the right one. The first woman comes out. She smiles. The floor falls out beneath her. The first woman comes out. She’s laughing now. Over and over the woman hangs. Her bodies pile below the stage. A storm picks up, driving all but her and commander away. Over and over he hangs her himself. She monologues to him, each time she says a county that will have it’s revenge against the axis powers the floor snaps out from under her.
And then she grows giant and reveals herself to be the Statue of Liberty!
It totally ruins the whole thing, but if you jump out right before then it’s such an effective little piece of horror, I would kill to see a short film adaptation.
I wanted to capture that in the piece, using a rougher pen (which ended up working perfectly for the lightning) and focusing entirely on the lighting. I’m still proud of the little touches too- from how strands of hair stick to her face to the title of the card not matching the number.
Next up: Jack of Hearts! This one’s very different but also relies on a very similar focus on ideas that are presented early on in a story then scraped.
When Jack made his grand reappearance in She-Hulk I was instantly smitten with this sad little guy and went back to read all his previous appearances. I was more than surprised to find that though in his modern stories his suit is a high tech alien device that keeps his powers in check and he’s an alien who’s half n’ half genes where just activated by the fluid he dumped on himself, that’s kinda the opposite of his original vibes.
I wanted to draw something to honor the original Jack, a man with a strange chemical burn wearing an antique suit of armor because it was the first thing he put on after the accident and now relies on as a mental crutch to keep his devastating powers in.
And I’m very proud of how it turned out! (especially because I was very ill when I drew it…)
I really liked how his energy signature turned out. I originally did this piece for Valentines Day, so I wanted the solar flares of his power to look sort of like roses.
I’m also very proud of his armor, which is based on this 1250 statue of Saint Maurice since it was the best match for his original look.
Next piece is actually two pieces I posted separately because I’ve just never worked myself up to finishing the full piece: Lurue!
She’s the patron of one of my stand-by dnd characters, so I’ve always been playing around with what she would look like. But at some point I had the thought “what if Lurue was based on Eohippus” and it was off to the races.
I genuinely have no clue how I motivated myself through hand drawing all the little crescent shapes of her design but it payed off. Plus it was super fun to balance the Indian/Ottoman influence of my typical Elven designs with her particular knight-in-shining-armor aesthetic.
Another two-for because these two are very similar. When I was younger my warm up for drawing was to do a simple portrait of a character then surround them with symbolically relevant plants and flowers. So of course when an X-Man gives me too many emotions I let them out with bouquets.
Not only am I technically proud of these two, I’ve always wanted to break into their symbolism because seemingly no one’s ever caught on.
Firstly, Chamber: Celandine (Joys to come), Fungus (Resilience, loneliness, solitude, disgust), Daffodils (Uncertainty, chivalry, respect or unrequited love, return my affection; new beginnings), Fireworks Protea (Courage, transformation, daring, resourcefulness, diversity), Thistle (Nobility, endurance, warning), Plum Blossoms (Beauty and longevity), and Amaranth (Immortality).
Then, Wither: Betony (Roman for protection from ghosts and spirits), Crocus (rebirth and a neverending cycle of life), Thistle (Again), Purple Hyacinth (Sorrow; Please forgive me), Purple Heather (Solitude, beauty, admiration), White Lily (Purity, commitment, rebirth; a rejuvenation of the soul), Foxglove (Insecurity), and Anemone (Forsaken, sickness, anticipation, undying love, eternal peace).
(I’m so proud of this one that it’s the cover to my Wither playlist, which is still under construction but I’m already so proud of, my playlists are one of my favorite non-art or writing pieces of art)
And finally because I feel weird not mentioning any of my writing, my two fav fics I’ve ever written are:
Shrine Bright Circus Man - Me worrying about Jester calling Molly a god given her history of believing so hard in that sort of thing that she actually made one. It’s short, it’s simple, it’s sweet.
In Pursuit of Ghosts - Probably my favorite thing from my ol’ Overwatch days. It’s a combination of my favorite crack theory about the two red heads being related and Moira’s best skin: Banshee.
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Do you have a fashion inspo blog?
Well, although I'm a millennial and technically from the generation that made blogging popular I have never been into fashion blog like that
Even when I was studying fashion I was more into reading magazines/industry news than blogs
It didn't stop me from digging a particular individual style though. And on that aspect, as far as I know, Toru Inagawa has been my biggest style crush. I discovered him because he was often featured into TUNE magazine (streetstyle magazine) and I immediately fell in love lol. I'm a sucker for everything oversize so I quickly became obsessed with him and his pants and knitwear
Fun fact: I am such a fan of him that when I went to Tokyo I was adamant in going to his second hand shop (he's the owner) and bought gorgeous oversize denim pants there. The same day I made an Instagram story tagging him and he looked at it 😳💗 Biggest "Sempai noticed me" moment!!! lmaoo
Toru in his younger/streetstyle days:
him lately (he's becoming finer tbh 👀)
he's super hot idc lol
For female inspo it definitely was Tsubasa Masuwaka. She peaked big time during her gyaru days ; her way of coordinating sporty items (beanies, varsity tees & socks) with more fashionable pieces (denim, cowboy boots) has always fascinated me
But beside her sense of style, the way she conducted herself, being so confident in her taste and how to properly convey it in the shootings she was featured in was very inspiring.
There's this documentary about her on youtube ; even if you don't understand Japanese you can have a glimpse of her style and allure (starting from the 4:00 mark). Keep in mind this was 15 years ago, so this style might come off as kinda dated but even today I think she still she had that visionary je ne sais quoi which totally explains why she is to this day the queen of a 10 millions yen empire lol Tsubasa has always been a smart businesswoman
youtube
I remember obsessively trying to buy that exact same kind beanie at New Look. Tsu chan really got young wannabe gyaru me on a chokehold lol
Today, now that gyaru fell off and she getting older, her style became pretty underwhelming (it a hit or miss really...). I'm currently reading her book "Tsubasa REAL" and the fashion chapter is okay, but it's nowhere as "WOW" as it was back when she got a big break as a gyaru dokusha model. It's interesting to see her rocking designer brand more than she ever did (in that documentary she's making a Shimamura haul - basically the equivalent of Primark in Japan) but....she never manages to pull it off and always looks like she's cosplaying
left: wearing Burberry and MiuMiu, right: wearing Prada and Gucci
Though it seems more like a global movement in the reiwa era, which is more beauty than fashion oriented(?)
I replied to an ask where I more thoroughly elaborated on the whole difference of era in Japan but to put it bluntly, reiwa is much more conservative and "safe" (styl & make up ise) so it makes sense that Tsubasa is going along and toned down her style?
I find fascinating how her makeup style perfectly represent the Heisei vs Reiwa aesthetic shift
Heisei: glamorous/big hair, tanned/glolden skin, heavy eye makeup & eyelashes, thin eyebrows, glossy lips, shimmer...
Reiwa: pale skin, little to no eye makeup, strong eyebrow, 涙袋/ namidabukuro (drawn or surgically enhanced tearbag to look more youthful)..
The last day I was (re)watching her video of listing all her plastic surgery and she admitted messing up her face with hyaluronic acid because she was so insecure about her big round shaped head, and used hyaluronic acid to have a sharper face, but the hyaluronic acid eventually migrated on her cheeks which made her face even rounder 💀 so now she's trying to fix it with HIFU (which is some sort of electrosound muscle treatment...). She lowkey sounds addicted but that's how far narcissism will get you.... (and it seems well ingrained in the family since she said her own parents told her when she was still in middle school to pinch her nose with a clothespin 1 hour a day to have a high nose bridge (which she did) 💀 and when people clown her for having weird shaped nostril she said it hurt her feelings because that's her "natural features"....like?? bestie, maybe if you didn't mess up your nose cartilage during your growth development your nostrils wouldn't look so weird. There's nothing 'natural' about it 😬)
This woman started getting plastic surgery very young (in her early 20s with eyelid surgery) and did so continuously up until now (she's in her mid 30s) so that explains why she's looking so uncanny when she doesn't have her pictures monitored/filtered to hell and back. Tsubasa has the same syndrome as Kylie Jenner, which is women trying to fit into a very specific beauty aesthetic that only looks good on Instagram but in reality looks super uncanny.
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Hiiiiiiii!! For the ask meme: 🦅💞🤲
HIIIIII 💖💖💖💖
(Fanfic writer ask meme! With bonus emojis!)
🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?
The latter, unless I’m working with a particular trope-shaped structure. But even with that, there’s a lot of working out as I go along. Like for Three Weddings and a Funeral, we generally knew from the start what the weddings+funeral would be, but we made a LOT of discoveries and choices along the way. @greenlikethesea and I are similar in this way I think, which is probably one of several reasons why writing with them is just a joy and delight and feels so natural.
While I don’t outline I do believe in jumping around/jumping ahead to another point if I feel moved to get to a different scene, or the one I’m in is giving me issues. It’s easier to skip back and fill in connective bits, than to just plow straight through determinedly when I know I’d rather be somewhere else in the story.
💞 who’s your comfort character?
U REALLY NEED TO ASK???? REALLY????
I love him (hisses through gritted teeth, fists clenched)
🤲 Would you please share a snipped of a wip?
This is from a @greenlikethesea collab that is NOT Fair Ithilien verse. We’re giving you range, baby! Been noodling around in this one for a while and are still figuring it out. But I loooooove what we have so far so it’s worth the wait I think.
For a split-second, he considers playing along. Lets the narrative unfold in his mind: that world in which he has been excitedly receiving lovelorn notes from some sweet, pretty thing. Tries to conjure her face in his mind, the type of girl who would be too afraid to speak to him face-to-face, but bold enough to put words to paper anyway. Letting her perfectly round and looping penmanship do the talking for her, dotting her is with hearts, spritzing the page with some sweet perfume. Something that would linger on this Alternate Universe’s Eddie’s hands and his jacket, where in this world he is keeping her notes pressed close to his heart, where he treasures them and waits hopefully for the next one.
He’s got a decent imagination, but he can’t make himself dream up her face with any clarity. And any perfume she’d use would probably just give him a headache. This Universe’s Eddie has no admirers, secret or otherwise.
He opens the sheet of paper (regular notebook paper, he rubs a thumb over where it’s been ripped away from spiral binding, the jagged little strips left behind) and stares at it, unseeing.
“Hate to disappoint, but it’s a matter of business,” he says. Gareth and Jeff deflate, but seem to immediately buy it. People have tried to get Eddie’s attention in weirder ways than this to score some weed, after all.
“Damn,” Gareth says. “Was kind of hoping to start the year off with some intrigue here.”
Eddie is a little touched by how he’s bought into the fantasy, strangely. “Don’t look so glum, chum,” he says, kicking his feet in the air and leaning back to rest his hands on the van’s roof behind him, warmed by the September sun and hot against his palms. “Between scoring some tail and scoring some cash, I’ll take the cash every time. Well–” he pauses theatrically, considering. “–almost every time.”
Gareth and Jeff chuckle appreciatively the way he knew they would, and drift off towards their own cars and rides home. Eddie watches them go, chest warm and a little tight with affection, with wishing he could always be the kind of center point they need him to be.
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Happy Floofty Friday everyone!
This has been living rent free in my brain for past few weeks, so I present to you...
My hypothetical parents of the FizzleBean siblings!
You can check out some of my ramblings about their designs and who I think they are, under the cut!
Just for comparison, I also drew the siblings themselves. (It's my first time drawing them..., also yes, my Floofty is tailless!)
You can check out some of my ramblings about their designs and who I think they are, under the cut!
Designing them was quite hard. Floofty and Snorpy are so similar and different from each other at the same time, that it doesn't make any sense. Well, if it doesn't make sense, I'll make it make sense!
For Maliva FizzleSmudge, from the beginning I really wanted her be the short one with a tiny tail. It's a shame the lab coat covers it... it's so stinkin' cute! She's got yellow fur like Snorpy, just a bit less orange and lighter.
She's the lucky one who got the purple eyes and locks. I managed to mix both orange and white in them! Her mouth is in neutral position, but her teeth are more square-shaped and have a small gap in the front like Floofty's. Her nose also has a similar shape to Floofty's, but it's kinda squished. Unfortunately she's affected by the same "curse" as her children and her nose color is almost the same as her husband's fur color.
It's hard to see, because of her lab coat, but her stripy markings cover her whole back and neck. The ones on her arms and legs blend with her darker paws, however she's got some lighter spots around her paw pads too (the same as Floofty has).
Maliva is a Chemist, often working with dangerous, toxic, corrosive and flammable substances. One of her favourites is Chromyl Chloride for it's dangerous looks. She's a little clumsy, but hasn't had that many accidents in the lab! Despite trying to protect her paws and face, she often ends up with bits of her fur charred...
She wears her glasses all the time, she's practically blind without them. She's a big fan of her husbands home-made nettle tea, but coffie is also an important part of her menu.
For Arvey PetalBean, analogically, he was supposed to be tall and lean with long limbs and tail. I was avoiding making him plain purple, so his fur color ended up being a gradient form violet to puchsia. He turned out WAY fluffier than I intended. I love my grumps fluffy!
He didn't get the locks, only a short fringe, but to reconpensate him for that, he got the iconic underbite with rounded teeth, like Snorpy. I wasn't sure what eye color to give him, but I think magenta made his face more balanced with all the rest of his body. His nose has a similar shape to Snorpy's nose but it's longer and thinner... and yellow. It's not the same yellow as in Maliva's fur tho, it has some lime in it and it's more saturated.
Without any particular idea, I just wanted to give him SOME spots. I think what I did with his markings looks pretty neat. They look lighter on violet parts and darker on puchsia parts of his fur. He also has some light spots around his eyes, nose and on his paws.
Arvey is a Botanist and a passionate plant breeder. He particularly loves ferns with their big and beautiful leaves! He's always wearing thick gloves while working with more prickly plants, but they still somehow find a way to give him a taste of their thorns.
He tends to be very aloof, sitting in his garden all day and pondering over his charts and notes. One of his latest projects was to emphasize hollyhock's healing properties and at the same time make their irritating effect less problematic. He was succesful and ended up with a specimen bearing nice, yellow flowers. He called it "Alcea Maliva" after his beloved wife. He wears his ring in form of a necklace, because it's uncomfortable for him when it's under his gloves. He sometimes wears glasses, but only for reading.
#+alex does art+#grumpus#grumpus oc#long post#floofty fizzlebean#snorpy fizzlebean#I think it's obvious that Maliva is sorta a referece to Alphys form Undertale#I love them so much aaa#not the proudest of the art but still!#maliva fizzlesmudge#arvey petalbean
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Blood Ties - chapter Forty-one: Perfect Preparation
Soulmate au Choso x Reader
Warnings: not OSHA compliant. minor violence and injury. Light angst. Swearing. Smut at the end of the chapter, face riding, cowgirl, unprotected sex.
Synopsis: some training with Yuki, plus some smut at the end of the chapter :)
Word count: 2.6k
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Ahead in the distance, the air shimmers. The hallway stretched out for a few yards, leading to what looks to be a school gymnasium, minus the bleachers. The ceiling stretches up so high that it's shrouded by a layer of fog, but you're certain it's there. Although no light sources are visible, the room is plenty bright. The floor is wood, and the wall panels are covered with a thick layer of padding. Racks of weapons line the wall closest to the door. Across the room, against the opposite wall, is a mixture of targets and practice dummies. Yuki stands at this wall, closely inspecting a human-shaped dummy.
“So tell me,” Yuki says, “what kind of girls are you into?”
“Tall buff ones that can kick my ass,” you say.
She chooses one of the dummies, moving it out into the center of the court. The figure buzzes with cursed energy, as if it’ll come alive at any moment.
“Is it safe?” You ask. “To be off like this? Shouldn't one of us be with Tengen?”
“Tengen isn't far.” Yuki says. “To manipulate his barrier like this, it takes a lot of energy. He has to be close by.”
So he's watching you. Great.
Your eyes fall to the rack of weapons. They shine with the same mirage-like effect as the barrier. You suspect that they're simply an effect of Tengen’s barrier. If you were to leave with one, it wouldn't really be there.
From the rack, you tug down a two-handed sword. The blade is double-edged, with the end tapered to a tip. With the tip against the ground, and your hands on the hilt, it comes up to about your waist. Despite its size, it's quite light. At most, it's about four pounds. The weight is dispersed evenly throughout the blade.
From the rack on the wall, Yuki retrieves a thin, arm-length sword from the rack. A rapier.
“Will you practice with me?” Yuki asks. “I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious about your innate technique. I want to see how I stand up against it.”
“You’ll probably kick my ass,” you say, “but sure.”
She retrieves another two swords from the wall. Practice ones, with wooden blades. “Lets not use real blades against each other,” she says, holding the sword out to you hilt-first. “Just in case.”
The wooden blade is heavier than the steel one. Shorter too. This particular sword is shaped much like Grimsever. A backsword; a long, straight blade, sharpened on one side. Instead of the tip being ground into a point, it's rounded.
Yuki takes a stance you don't quite recognize, but it's clear her first move will be an attack. Her feet are about shoulder width apart, knees bent slightly, sword angled out in front of her.
On the opposite side of the circle, you take your stance.
"Ready?" She asks.
"Think so."
You duck just in time to avoid being his square in the face.
In the span of maybe half a second, she's crossed the circle entirely. It takes her a moment to recover, as her forward momentum cannot stop as fast as it starts.
Your blades hit at an awkward enough angle that it sends a shock of pain up your arms. The two of you stand there, arms shaking with the force of shoving the other back.
You release all the force that's gathered in your arms, narrowly ducking out of harm's way. Yuki stumbles forward a few steps. Your sword whacks her square in the back of the knee. Your swing, combined with her forward momentum, means the hit lands with a sickening thwack! As she rolls onto her back, you jab the tip of your blade into her sternum. Dead.
“I’m not counting this one, Kamo,” she says, sitting up. “You still haven't used your cursed technique.”
You neglect to mention that she needs to use hers, in order for you to use yours.
“Kamo?”
“You're married now, aren't you?” She says, motioning in the direction of Choso. “I know you never explicitly stated, but I figured you’d change your surname to his.”
“Why don't we practice two against one?” Choso asks.
“That's hardly fair on-” Yuki.
“Great idea!” She says.
When Choso steps into the circle, right beside Yuki, you finally understand. He means…
“I've seen the way you fight,” he says, “and I can tell you’re holding back.”
“Of course I’m holding back! I don't want one of us to get hurt!”
“That's not how you improve,” he says. “You truly outperform when under pressure. If we have to do something reckless to witness that, then so be it.”
What's gotten into him lately? There's a certain seriousness to him that you haven't seen since the worst Halloween of your life.
You can nearly taste the cursed energy in the air.
And you duck just in time to avoid being struck by his piercing blood.
Choso has the advantage of range. You? Not necessarily. Reading his attacks is considerably more difficult than the average sorcerer.
The arrow of blood whizzes past your head, before lodging into the wall behind you. Gathering a bit of cursed energy in your off-hand, you lunge for him, keeping your center of gravity low. Neither of you seem to be certain of what you’re doing, as the moment your body connects with his, you both freeze.
As long as Choso has cursed energy, he essentially has no weakness.
“You’re still holding back,” he scolds.
With your arms around his waist, and your head firmly pressed against his side, you’re well in the position to knock him over.
Any other thought you could possibly have is stopped in its tracks when a knife lodges itself into the floor beside your head.
You’ve completely forgotten about Tsumoko.
The second knife is easy enough to knock away with your blade. A metallic smell fills the air, as Choso readies another attack. Convergence. If left any longer, pinpricks of blood will shoot out in all directions. Yuki steps towards you, selecting another knife from a roll held in her left hand.
That leaves you with two options: brace yourself for his attack, or her’s.
“Just so we're clear on this? This is hardly fair!” You call out.
If all the yelling hasn't drawn Tengen’s attention, then everything else has.
The wood flooring skids across your hands painfully as you dive. Shielding the back of your head with your arms, you manage to avoid any lasting damage. Your stomach hits the ground hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. You’re only allowed a moment to catch your breath. Choso hauls you over his shoulder. Much to your dismay, that makes something deep in your stomach stir.
If he is really part cursed spirit, then a reversed cursed technique should work on him…
Your off-hand connects with his ribs, and the blast of cursed energy is enough to stun him. When he drops you, you land roughly on your feet. A shock of pain is sent up your ankles from hitting the ground. The space between his eyebrows creases. It's impossible to tell whether or not you’ve actually hurt him. The thought of having done such a thing frightens you.
The smell of your cursed energy mixes with his. Your nostrils burn if you inhale too deeply.
Your blade clatters as you toss it aside, gathering cursed energy in your hands. All the warmth in the air appears to get sucked up. In this room, the temperature has dropped at least ten degrees.
You’re not drawing from your own reserve, you’re drawing from the air around you.
It gets to a point where you can no longer hold it. Not wanting to hurt Yuki, you redirect the blast at the last second, taking out a rack of shields. Splinters of metal and wood spray out in all directions.
“What the hell was that?” She asks.
“Similar to Gojo’s infinity in a sense.” Tengen steps out from the fog, and into view. “Through concentration of one’s cursed technique, the cursed energy that is lost during an attack is nearly instantly replaced.” He says. “In this sense, it was channeled into a canon-like blast.”
“It sounds good in theory.” You say. “Until I have complete control over it, it's useless.”
"What do you call it?" Yuki asks. "A technique like that needs a name.
…
When you sit on the bed, Choso sits beside you, reaching past to turn on the table lamp. His lips have reddened slightly, caused by his teeth digging into them. The skin of his cheeks and ears are still flushed from the heat of the shower. You tuck a still damp lock of hair behind his ear.
Your hand moves to knead at your aching shoulder. Maybe it's the cold. Maybe you simply pushed yourself too hard.
Wounds healed by a reversed cursed technique often have side effects. Those that heal completely, oftentimes don't heal right. It's simply the chaotic nature of cursed energy. It can't be helped. You're lucky enough to have use of that arm at all, considering the circumstances.
“Something the matter?” He asks.
“It's just my shoulder,” you say. “I think I twisted it weird.”
His breath ghosts across your neck as he leans in. His fingers trace along the curve of your shoulder blade, before pressing a bit firmer into the muscle.
“There's a knot here.” He says. His thumbs press into a particularly tender spot, eliciting a small whimper from you. Choso isn't sure why he likes this noise so much. He works his thumbs across the tense muscle, and it relaxes slightly.
“Do you know what a lot of humans do on their wedding night?” You ask, tugging him a bit closer by his shirt collar.
“What?"
“They consummate their marriage,”
His eyes widen in amazement. You sure know a lot about this. “How?” He asks.
You’re really going to have to spell it out for him.
“They have sex, Choso,” you say.
“Oh,” he says, and a moment passes before he truly understands what you're saying. “Oh.”
Your hands plant on his shoulders, gently pushing him back. His head falls just short of the pillow.
“Don't want to get rusty,” you say.
“You’re suggesting private lessons?” If it weren't for the sly grin he tacks onto the end of his words, you would have no clue he has any ulterior motive.
That's… new. What the hell have he and Yuki been talking about in here? Not that you’re complaining.
“Absolutely,” you say, “I think there's a few things we could learn from each other.”
“Why don't we start with stretching? I want to see just how flexible you are…” he says. The pads of his fingers dig into your hips.
“You should choose your words more carefully, Kamo,” you say, “because I might have to take you up on that offer.”
It doesn't take long for his erection to begin pressing against your thigh.
“Can I say something wrong?” You ask, sitting back on his hips. Whether unconsciously, or on purpose, he bucks up into you.
“Depends,” Choso says. “Is it the good type of wrong, or the bad?”
You laugh softly. “Definitely the good kind,
“You don't know how badly I wanted to fuck you next to Naoya’s passed out body.” You say. “I mean the way you just bodied him in that fight was so-”
You never get to finish your sentence. Choso pulls you down for a kiss by the shirt collar.
"He had a knife to your neck," Choso says as he breaks away from the kiss. You almost died.
"Well, human brains are a funny thing," you say. "The neurons that transmit fear, and the ones that transmit arousal, oftentimes overlap. I think adrenaline has something to do with it too."
He blinks.
To save from the awkwardness of the situation, you lean back down to kiss him. Your teeth clash together uncomfortably as he tilts his head up to meet yours. He nips at your bottom lip. As your mouth opens in a gasp, the strong muscle of his tongue presses into it.
Despite having two layers of clothing between the two of you, you're moaning, and grinding needily against one another.
You can't bear it anymore. You feel as if you’ll die if he doesn't touch you.
You tug his pants down just enough to free his hardening cock. Precum has beaded at the head, and dribbles down the shaft as it stands to attention. It doesn't take you long to shove your shorts down your hips, and toss them off the side of the bed.
You straddle his hips, using your hand to guide yourself down onto him. He stops you by placing his hands on your hips.
"Wait-" Choso says, swallowing hard. "sit on my face."
You feel as if you’re going to faint. Your head is heavy, but your limbs feel light.
Without the energy in you to protest, you allow him to guide your hips to rest over his face.
“I’ll suffocate you!” You say.
“Please do.” His voice is muffled by your thighs, but the desire in it is clear.
You grip the headboard with enough force that it groans. Fearing you’ll break it, you settle more of your weight onto Choso. The feeling of a hot tongue trailing up your slit is nearly enough to make you faint. Your grip falls from the headboard, to Choso’s hair, eliciting a groan of approval from him.
You don't dare question where he learned this. If he mentions Mahito again you may actually lose it. Perhaps some things are left better unsaid.
You grind down against him. It’s instinct, more than it’s conscious action. Choso doesn't seem to mind. His hands cup the curves of your hips, preventing you from squirming away from him.
It doesn't take him long to work you up, and through your own release. Even then, he holds you there until overstimulation registers in your lust-addled mind.
Once free, you collapse beside him on the bed. Your arm moves to wipe at the sweat that’s beaded across your forehead. The roots of his hair are still damp, but the ends have dried.
A bead of precum drips down onto your hand as it wraps around his shaft, guiding him inside of you. Your previous release has left you sensitive, and practically dripping with arousal. This new angle allows him to hit far deeper than before. There's no real rhythm or pattern to the way you ride him. His hips buck up to meet with your thrusts, hands planted firmly on your waist. The sound of your hips slapping against his fills the room.
The fragments of sentences that leave his lips are complete nonsense, but you can clearly make out your name, and various words like “please”.
His fingers tighten against your hips, signaling he’s close to his own release. You ride him through his own orgasm, letting his cock soften inside of you. It takes considerably longer than expected. To save yourself from tiring out—although you already are—you lay on top of him, your chest pressed against his.
You can taste yourself on him as he kisses you. A strong set of arms snake around your tired body, tugging you closer to him. His fingers trace up the curve of your spine.
“I didn't mean to scare you.” He says. “When we-”
“You didn't.” You say. “I just- I’ve been thinking a lot about Shibuya recently. And I don't mean to, but I can't stop.”
It would crush him to know you were frightened.
“I’ve been thinking about what we’re gonna do, once this whole mess is over,” you say. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been gone so long that my old job has either fired my ass, or filed a missing persons report. Same probably goes for my apartment. I’m definitely a month behind on rent right now,
“My parents live about a town over from my old place. It's like a 45 minute drive on a bad day. I've crashed there a few times since moving out.”
“How long do you plan on staying in Japan?” He asks.
“I still haven't figured that out.” You say. “Probably until this is solved, and my money runs out. If you really want to stay, I could apply for citizenship but-”
“Jujutsu society will likely view my brothers and I as monsters, no matter the circumstances,” he says. “Even with the support of Satoru Gojo himself, we’ll likely face issues. While the law may not be able to do anything about us, a sorcerer with a grudge, and enough initiative will. Perhaps it is better if we left. At least for a while.”
You nod, nuzzling a bit closer to his chest. Let the dust settle.
“I have no clue how I’m gonna face my mother.” You say. “She's gonna know. Even if I lie, and say I don't know what happened to him, she’ll-”
She will know. Your mother has the right to know what happened to her son, even if you’re the one responsible for his fate. Whether or not she forgives you, only time will tell.
“We’ll be alright.” Choso says. “We’ll figure something out.”
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Another news or send us come up with the movie title "Double Chin" and it is for martial arts film and the movie headline cover is going to have a silhouette of red with black background and a black screen but it's of one of the all right there's an Asian caricature and it's kind of the fatter face and it's round it's like a single line drawing and with the small beard and small mustache and the hair done up and that's what it looks like as a face but they're two fighters facing each other roughly about exactly the same size and it almost exactly the same shape and they form up the photo negative for the face and usually those particular characters have a small double chin it's like Gilene had so you're starting to get it, it's about these two for martial arts experts and their Chinese American and they're in the Chinese mob so to speak and they're fighting to keep family secrets and one of them is a woman and you can't tell it looks like a man and they're always sparring and stuff in the middle of the movie but it's a serious movie it's a serious action film and it's about to Chin a dynasty a little bit and that they have stuff and they're fighting over it and they're not letting anybody know that they're pretty kick ass and beefy, and it's about the stolen artifact but they're trying to also keep their family out of the public eye that's a finger pointing session and it can begin there. It also alludes to the fact that they're a little bit bigger and it's about Double dragon and the legend of it and we can work it in there and Uriel and goddess wife will assist and of course our chins and they are God and Goddess as well they do have kids with the same name, in China that went the wrong way this is true it's not a whole ton of them but they do have power and they know what the legend of the double dragon is it has to do with the east and west coast of the United States and that's what the whole movie is about and they're saying it which is great. Onto the other stuff. And we are working on a script and we are looking for actors and actresses and there's a bunch of you that do very well with this kind of stuff like House of flying daggers you like that film because it showed they have superpowers too and parts of kill Bill although they kind of get their ass kicked by Sarah there's no if that's believable and this is Sean Connery movie in Japan Jackie Chan is a lot of movies but the martial arts is a little bit light. And jet Li's movies are always intense but he carries the movie and this is a different clan but he can be idiot that would be great because it's a supporting actor and he's a high profile actor and he wants to be it's about Double dragon and their white dragons what's funny is The chins are her side and she's looking at his double chin all the time. Now she feels better
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The five members of Boatem drift through the void. They are surrounded by Uno cards that have been bent and torn into a million attempts to build plans. A dragon is curled up in Pearl's hood. Helmets are piled in the middle of the five of them. In a set of ordinary playing cards that Scar had revealed after they'd run out of cards for him to try to build trees with, there are abandoned maps and plans for leaving. There's an exhaustion in the bones of this place, alongside frantic attempts to stay awake and from getting so bored they lost themselves entirely. There's something almost despairing, about the attempts to build with only the scraps they'd had on hand. There's something terrifying, about a circle of ten people, built out of nothingness and terror these days. There's -
"Three points," Pearl says.
"What? No, those are the same ones that were there earlier," Grian says.
"No, no, they're new ones. See, the void's shaped differently around them," Pearl says. "They move differently."
Grian squints, the void twisting around his vision. "Uh. No, they definitely look like the same guys to me. I mean, I know defining them as separate from the void's actually a whole thing, but I think they haven't actually moved, and -"
"I think I get three more points."
"You absolutely don't."
"Hold on, I can arbitrate," Scar says brightly.
"No, you can't!" says Grian, throwing his hands up. "Because you'll give them to Pearl!"
"There are definitely new cows there," Scar says sagely.
"There are not!"
The five members of Boatem drift through the void, doing the same thing they've always done: being incredibly petty to each other. Honestly, Grian thinks he should be proud.
"Look, fine, then we should get Impulse in on the arbitration too," Pearl says. Grian scoffs loudly. "Oh, come on, he doesn't have that much of a bias for me! Didn't he do several whole things with you, too? You two have known each other longer!"
"I'm just saying, if you're getting Impulse, who will agree with you, and Scar, who just wants me to lose, involved, I should get Mumbo involved," Grian says. "The stakes are high this round, after all."
"Your head will make my base beautiful," Pearl says primly.
"I think you mean your head," Grian says.
"You wish. I just got two points up," Pearl says.
"No you didn't! Mumbo!" Grian says. "Mumbo, tell her that those aren't three new cows, that they're the same cows as before."
Mumbo is quiet.
"Mumbo?"
"Is it just me," Mumbo says, and then he stops. He swallows. "Grian, is it just me, or do you - feel? See? I don't know? I mean, I don't think I really see yet, I think... I don't know what I'm saying."
Grian turns and looks where Mumbo is. There's nothing there. Grian breathes out, and stops bothering to pretend to look at things that make sense in a human way, stops pretending to be human for a moment, and just tries to feel.
He feels... hungry. Empty, and hungry, and like he is reaching, reaching, reaching, a yawning abyss in the him that is the void that is nothing that is made of emptiness that wants to fill it that wants to eat that which falls into him that -
He stops after a moment and looks back to Mumbo. "...yeah. Yeah, there is something, isn't there?"
Mumbo nods.
"I spotted it before Pearl," Grian says on instinct.
"What?" Pearl says, furious.
"I saw it before Pearl, so that's points to me," he says.
"Whatever it is isn't a cow!" Pearl says. "Excuse me, you don't get points you, you nugget! Just because it's something strange doesn't make it points in the game!"
"Maybe that's a graveyard, and he gets to wipe all of your points," Impulse says.
"Who's side are you on?" Pearl asks.
Impulse shrugs. "No one's? I'm busy building little houses, see, I'm undecided on my base floorplan. Do you think people would want iTrade again? I think I could do iTrade again. Would you want to live in iTrade?"
"Nevermind," Pearl says. "Scar."
Scar has a very particular kind of pained expression on his face, and that's when Grian knows he has him. Grian says, softly: "I know you want an excuse for Pearl to kill me, but she'll definitely kill me if I beat her in this game this thoroughly." He smiles a little wider. "And, Scar, don't you think it would be funnier if we counted whatever that thing is as a graveyard? I mean, we'd been arguing about how the cow game didn't have a pretty fundamental game piece, and now we have one! When a, uh, whatever that is..."
"A meal," Mumbo says, sounding vaguely nauseous.
"Yeah, no, we aren't calling it that. A graveyard," Grian says. "Since, you know, that's what it'll be in the cow game."
"Hm," Scar says.
"There's no reason it should be anything special. Also, Mumbo told him about it, which I think makes it cheating, Scar," Pearl says.
"Oh, I don't mind cheating," Scar says.
"He doesn't," says Grian.
"Fine. But still, Scar, if you let Grian make this arbitrary rule, you know he will in games he plays against you next season. Given that I'm sure Grian's planning Tag again, do you really want to give him the ability to change the rules on the fly?"
"I would never," Grian says, genuinely offended.
"Hm. You have a point as well," Scar says. "...which one of you wants to help me build my tree more? Best offer gets to decide what we're doing about this."
Before either of them can make an argument, Pancake pokes her head up from inside of Pearl's hoodie. The dragon screeches, a sound that sounds more like shattering glass and metal scraping against metal than it does properly sound like a dragon cry. Grian grimaces. He reaches out again, trying to sense what it is that Pancake is screeching about, and then he stops.
There's a figure in a suit. It reminds Grian of the suits they'd used, only there's what seems to be a long cord attached to it, reaching so far out that Grian can't tell where it leads anymore. Also, Grian notes a bit drily, he doesn't think the zipper the figure is wearing has air gaps, the way their zippers had. But it's unmistakably meant to protect them from the void, protect them long enough to get past the impersonal void that wants to eat them, to the void that has personal reasons to feel hungry.
And Grian feels hungry. And he feels desperate. But more than he feels any of those things, he feels -
He feels like he can't breathe. Which is silly. He doesn't need to anymore. All the same, he feels like there's no air in his lungs. The playing cards and cow game and helmets and even the cows and the feeling of being inhuman and everything feels... embarrassing. Empty. Meaningless.
The figure looks forward through their visor and no one speaks, for a bit.
Then, Scar speaks: "...Iskall?"
"Scar?" says the figure, unmistakably Iskall, and Grian starts laughing, and laughing, and he's not able to focus enough to make it come out of him like it should a human. He has never been happier to hear his fellow Architech in his life. "No, not Scar! A... get back, thingy! Where's my friends, huh?"
"No, Iskall," says Mumbo. "It's us. Can't you see? Iskall -"
"They're supposed to be near here, according to Cub's math. So where are you?"
"We're right here!" Scar says. "No no no, we're right here, come on Iskall, what are you even doing here?"
Iskall stares right at them, shuddering. "Where?" he asks.
"We're," starts Grian, and he looks at the cows that he and Pearl had been counting a moment ago. "We're. Right here. It's a long story. I'll come over. I'll..."
Grian goes to Iskall. He starts trying a bit harder to look human, but he's not sure how to do that for Iskall. As he moves, he sees Iskall and Scar start to frantically collect floating playing cards, as though cleaning up. Pearl is holding Pancake so tightly that the dragon might burst. Mumbo hasn't moved in what feels like several minutes.
"We're... what do you see?" Grian asks.
"A monster of the void, but you sound like Grian," Iskall says. "And if I squint, you sort of look like him, I guess. But you're hard to look at, dude."
"You believe me?"
"I sort of have to. If I don't, I think those helmets I see would mean you're dead, and, Grian, I don't want you to be..."
"Okay," says Grian, because he's not sure how to respond to that at all. "That's - it didn't matter anymore, okay? But we aren't dead."
(Well. It's a difficult semantic argument. Once they're out of here, Grian will get them all together with Zedaph and Ren and they'll argue about what death means until they run out of ways to argue about it. They'll argue if what's happened to them killed them meaningfully, or if there's a meaning to being alive, or. But that's not what Iskall needs to hear right now, and it's not what Grian needs to say, either.)
"Sure," Iskall says.
"Sure," Grian repeats.
"I'm supposed to come down here and get you all," Iskall says.
"Our valiant rescue," Grian says. "What's the damage?"
"Three months," Iskall says.
"You're lying," Impulse says from behind Grian, and oh. They're all collected right here now.
"I..." Iskall shakes. Iskall looks away. "Sorry. It makes me sick, looking at all of you. Is it all of you? Something about it..."
"It can't have been three months," Mumbo says.
"How long are you thinking it was?"
Everyone's quiet for a while. It hits Grian that he has no idea how to contextualize any of this to Iskall. Three months feels wrong, though. Maybe it's too long? But that doesn't seem right. Maybe it's too short? No, that's... all Grian knows is that three months is wrong. It can't be right. He's not sure what number he expected to hear, but three months is...
"So it's March?" Pearl says. "It doesn't feel like March."
"True, it doesn't," Scar says.
"Guys," Iskall says. "Can you - one at a time - my head."
"Oh," Scar says, very quietly, and then they're all quiet. It takes Grian a moment to realize he's been put in charge of continuing the conversation he started.
"Well, I guess it's March," Grian says. "Um. If you're here to get us..."
"I tug on this, it pulls us all up. Here's a hand," Iskall says, and Grian steps back, trying to gesture for someone else to take it first. He has a strong desire to - to grab, to, to... he's not sure. But the part of Grian that loves Iskall knows he can't take Iskall's hand.
No one grabs Iskall's hand.
Iskall frowns. "Dudes, don't be like that. I don't bite."
Before Grian can say anything, Iskall screws his eyes closed and he reaches to grab Grian.
The hand goes right through, and suddenly Grian feels - he is empty, and there is a gap, and he needs to fill it, and something in him pulls, and Iskall screams.
Someone else moves before Grian does. He feels, rather than sees, Pearl surround him, and yank him away from Iskall. He feels, rather than sees, someone yank violently on the connection Iskall has to the surface. Iskall is still screaming and Grian is hungry and Grian is lonely and Grian is desperate and Grian is horrified. He didn't know he would - but he hadn't want to take - but he hadn't known. He hadn't - of course he would, though. Hadn't they established what they were? Hadn't they established - they are the void, and when the void touches a player, it does one thing only, and when a player touches the void - hadn't they established? Hadn't they, hadn't they...
And Iskall is gone and Grian's still not quite sure what happened.
"I sent him back up," Impulse says, finally.
"That's... good. He probably just broke his suit," Scar says, finally. "Given the screaming. We don't want him..."
"No, we don't," agrees Impulse.
"What now?" Pearl asks.
"I didn't mean to," Grian says, and Pearl sighs.
"You didn't do anything," she says quietly.
"They know where we are," Impulse says. "It'll..."
"We can't touch them," Grian says.
"We'll figure it out," Mumbo says, because that's all he can say.
They're all still gathered around the spot Iskall was. Grian realizes he's lost track of his score in the cow game again. Graveyard. All of the cows, gone. Pearl's graveyard, he thinks distantly, not his. She wins after all.
"...we'll take each other's heads," Pearl says.
"Okay," Grian says. "Obviously, that's the important part of all of this. Obviously, that's..."
"Yeah," Pearl says. "Don't worry about it."
Slowly, they return to the cards that are still floating, and while they've been floating in an infinite void, it's never felt more like a tiny box, looking back at it then. Still, they've got to get ready.
Grian picks up his useless helmet, turns it over in his hands, and puts it on. Best not to litter, for when they leave, he thinks, and he resolutely doesn't think about any other option.
#hermitcraft#the continued adventures of the boatem road trip#this one's a long one. we're in the finale proper now!#this has been about how i've planned it for a while#either one or two installments later depends on whether i can wrap them up in enough time#yes i know i've been saying that for several posts now but this time i MEAN IT#...probably.#cosmic horror#existential horror#that's right guys the horror elements are back! time for some ~*consequences*`~#anyway i'm on a brainwave would you believe i wrote this to mad rat monday
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