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beans-in-soup · 14 days

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.PUDDLE.

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Warnings: These little demons are too silly..silliness overboard (also some slight sexual innuendos/references)

Syno: Helluva cast and what they’d do if there was a puddle or wet spot infront of you while you were walking to your date…(this is so stupid..)

(Suffering with severe writers block rn but I managed to juice this out of me, bare with me yall!!)

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Moxxie:

Moxxie is a die hard gentleman, and I will stand by that. So he will totally be prepared for this occasion (like he was in the Loo Loo land episode with his little Fanny filled with meds for Via) He’d most likely whip out some sort of plastic or cardboard like walk way for you to step on..and he just like had that..on hand, meanwhile you’re saying things like…”I can just walk around it”, but please let him be cautious and spoil you, he loves being prepared for such drastic situations to get his partner away from danger..even if the danger is just getting your shoes wet. Afterwards he’ll ask if you are alright..as if walking over a puddle is traumatic or like it took a toll on you.

Blitzø:

Blitzø probably won’t care or even notice the puddle in the first place. In fact if he does notice it, he’ll purposely push you into it so your feet get all wet, especially if you’re trying to avoid it in the first place, then he’ll laugh at you and your pouty face. But if you’re actually upset about it and don’t start laughing with him he’ll definitely be like “What..you mad your shoes are wet?” Once he realizes you’re pretty pissed about it he’ll say “Ok ok..sorry.” And will then join you in the puddle and make sure his feet end up equally as soaked or even more so just so you aren’t mad at him the whole night.

Stolas:

Stolas will most definitely see the puddle and he’s all for keeping his partner out of harms way especially the smallest ounce of it, and he knows that appearance is everything and so is comfortability, he doesn’t want your feet to be wet and soppy therefore uncomfortable for you. So he’ll do the reasonable things and use his powers to make you float over it…like Stolas..really? He’s one that likes to one up, and he really loves to show off, especially to his partner. So he will use his magic for the smaller things just to impress you, that includes making you float over a puddle just so your precious feet stay dry and warm.

Fizzarolli:

Our little froggy will do what he does best and leap! You don’t think he’ll extend the both of you over a mere puddle then you are wrong, Fizz is the king of Drama, and he will be super dramatic about this whether you like it or not, He’ll extend the both of you over thoroughly and will look very badass while doing so. And he’ll even ask too “didn’t I look so cool.” Sure Fizzy, the coolest.

Asmodeus:

This big boy will not hesitate to pick you up into his arms, and he IS strong enough to do so, all while he walks into the puddle himself, but you know anything to make sure his sweetheart is alright, and no no, he won’t be setting you down afterwards, he’ll just carry you the whole way to the date just because he feels like it..and you know what you’re much safer up there with him anyways…so why would he let you down?

Striker:

This mf cowboy (“save a horse” iykwim) will not hesitate to pull some dramatics as well, he’ll whip out his little lasso from his side and wrap it around you throughly while he pulls you away from the puddle in the last moments before you even get the chance to step on it and he’ll draw you in to send you spinning (or more like falling) straight towards him and into his chest..he’ll hold you mighty close to him as he walks the both of you to your date and he will keep the lasso on you…just incase there’s anymore danger up ahead, or he’ll totally lay down his jacket for you over the puddle, just like an old school gentleman would do.

Mammon:

Mammon will definitely pull a Blitzø where he’ll purposely push you into it and will laugh at your reaction but on the other hand he won’t join you in your wet shoe’d state, he’d rather just laugh at you and say that you should audition for his pageant because watching you in dreadful situations is funny to him. He will be kind enough to dry your feet up at home/or even the restaurant, and he’ll make sure your feet are dry.

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Millie:

This precious lady will honestly want to get into the puddle with you just to splash around, it doesn’t matter that you have reservations that you’re already 20 minutes late for, she’ll dead stop and be like “Baby look a puddle!!” and you’ll understand her and begin to jump in it with her, she loves just doing childish things with you even if some people might find it gross. But! if you don’t like puddles and won’t jump in it with her she understands completely and will quite literally pick you up over her head and carry you over it…doesn’t matter if you are taller or bigger than her, she’ll carry you anytime, anywhere.

Loona:

She’s another one who will pull you into her closer so you aren’t near the puddle but instead near her. She doesn’t want your feet wet and will try to protect you or prevent you from going into it, just because she knows how annoying wet socks are, But don’t even try to mention she did it or she’ll go back/find another puddle to push you into….the shell feel bad and will lend you her socks..don’t mention that either.

Verosika:

Hehe..Verosika really loves you she does, and that’s why she has high expectations of you. One of them being that you’ll carry her through the puddle instead of her carrying you. So she’ll see the puddle, purposely get closer to it and pause when she’s a step away from it..she’ll look down roll her eyes and say something about her shoes,…take the hint [reader]! And if you do take the bait and carry her (if you can) well..she’ll give you Tenfold for treating her so nicely and will peck your cheek after..but don’t think you’re putting her down immediately after..the fun has just started.

Stella:

Hello..??? She’s royalty and is lowkey a little bratty (she need a brat tamer..I’m here for her😏) so she’ll obviously expect you to do something for her to get her out of this drastic situation, do you want her new heels to be ruined by mud? She doesn’t think so. So she’ll pause before the puddle and eye you to see what you’ll do, you can do anything and she’ll absolutely love it, pull her out of the way, lay your jacket on it, or even carry her and she will laugh and grin smugly, kissing you before continuing to walk with you again. She likes when you treat her nicely..she’ll do the same for you coming back that way at the end of the date.

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Hello my loves! I’m trying to write your requests, thank you all for being patient and supportive I love you all and you deserve your asks to be answered, you beautiful people!!🫶🏼🫶🏼!!

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shsy7573 · 3 months

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Random Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) Character/Song Analysis Kinda Thing… I Guess

Okay, so yeah, Luci has 100% taken over this page. So what? I’m not obsessed, you are.

Anyway, I’ve been listening to “More Than Anything” on repeat since it dropped, and like a lot of the fandom I tear up every single time… but unlike a lot of the fandom, it’s not because of the sweet father-daughter moment (which, don’t get me wrong, doesn’t help the situation because it’s just so damn wholesome).

No, what gets me is how, just through a couple subtle moments, the show is able to convey just how absolutely shattered Luci is as a character. And, you know, because he’s my favourite, bestest, snek-baby-duck-boy, it makes me a little emotional…

So now you’re all gonna hear about what goes through my mind every time I listen to it. YAY!

“Charlie! You don’t understand, Heaven never listens. They didn’t listen to me. They won’t listen to you!” / “You don’t know that—” / “I do!”

It starts before the song even truly begins. When I’m listening, it’s usually these first few lines that grab my attention. I end up replaying the first 4-5 seconds of the song over and over again because the pain in that “I do” is so fucking good! (And because I like to suffer apparently cuz I end up sad. Life of an angst lover I guess).

It’s the first time we see him with actual tears in his eyes. The raw delivery of that line is so attention grabbing, and manages to say so much in such little words.

I think the reason this particular scene tickles my brain so much is because it’s the breaking point for his character in a way. I am, and always will be, a sucker for moments where a character’s walls finally come down, and we get to see what’s been festering inside. When their deepest thoughts and how much they’re hurting are revealed. The entire song is what that is for Lucifer, starting with these two words right here. I truly cannot put into words just how much my breath is taken away by Jeremy’s delivery of this line. I cannot articulate how much I love it, and how important it is for Luci’s character. it just hits so deep and so right for me and I love it.

Lucifer isn’t just saying that he knows Heaven isn’t going to care about her plan (I don’t think anyone thought that’s all he was saying but whatever). He is saying that he knows what Heaven does to dreamers. He knows what they’ll do because he has already been there, and it destroyed him. They took his ideas that they saw as too outlandish, and they squashed them. Cast him aside. And he paid the price for it when he went bashing their back and did his own thing anyway.

Luci is a broken dreamer. Throughout the entire episode, and the series as a while, we are given very strong hints of this. However, it’s not until this song that we really see it in action. It’s not until these moments that we are able to see past both the veils of “Imposing King of Hell” and “Goofy Guy who’s trying his best but not great at Dadding,” and get a look at how genuinely depressed this man is.

“My dreams were too hard to defend.”

This scene eight here. The more I see it, the more I fall in love with it. Just a great example of ‘show don’t tell.’

He’s talking about having big ideas, he’s talking about giving people a chance and reaching outside the normal, he’s talking about being cast out of Heaven. I just love the parallel he’s drawing between Charlie’s mission, and his own past.

Charlie created the hotel in an attempt to give people who have been seen as lesser to all of Heaven some sort of chance. She is choosing to have faith in them, and to open up opportunities for them to lead a better life.

Lucifer, when he gave Eve the fruit, was taking a chance to allow humanity the chance to have free will. He wanted them to experience everything life had to offer for themselves like angels got to. He offered a chance for them to lead a better life.

He had everything, and he had complete faith that what he was doing was right. All the light and hope of his dreams was right in the palm of his hand. He had so many ideas that he thought, if they were saw through, would make the world a better place.

But it didn’t work out for him.

“And in the end, I won’t lose it all again.”

Now, the first seconds of dialogue may be what I keep rewatching, but this has got to be my favourite visual of the entire song. It’s such powerful imagery, and I fangirl over it every time.

Look at how small he looks in that shot (I know, I know, he’s tiny regardless, but like seriously). He is completely outnumbered, hopelessly overpowered, totally at the mercy of all his Heavenly superiors… and he’s all alone.

He lost everything because he had the gall to dream. It’s not hard to look at the song (and the episode at large, really) and find not only his feelings of being wronged, but also his immense guilt. It shows in how much he hates Sinners. They are basically the worst of what he did, a constant reminder of the day his mistake caused him to lose his home and everything he held dear, and they are all he gets to see. Only being permitted to see your failures for all eternity? No wonder he’s fucking depressed.

The day Heaven cast him out was the day he stopped dreaming. Because dreaming big only leads to pain, failure, and suffering.

“I just don’t want you to be crushed by them like… like I was.”

This next moment is kinda self explanatory and obvious and really doesn’t need any commentary, but I’m gonna talk about it anyway. Because I love it, and I love him, and… you know… angst. I’ve mentioned my lust for it several times now throughout this post, you really shouldn’t be surprised.

I just feel so bad for him. Lucifer made one mistake. One simple, misguided mistake that ended up introducing evil into the world, and all of Heaven came down on him for it. And, you know what, in the narrative presented by the show, what he did wasn’t that bad. He just wanted to give the world’s newest creations the same freedom angels had, and it backfired horribly. Lucifer, like Charlie, was an idealist who saw the best in people and wanted to help.

And what did he get for his good intentions? Shoved into the cesspool he unintentionally created, and forbidden to ever see anything good that came from his dream.

If I had to guess, Lilith was the only thing keeping his mental health afloat for a long time… and then they had Charlie.

“The tales about your lofty dreams. I’d listen breathlessly, imaging it could be me.”

His daughter became the light of his life. Something that he cherished and indulged more than anything else in the world. To him, she was perfect, and he wanted to do right by her in any way he could.

Lilith told their daughter stories of all her father’s dreams regardless of what he thought of them, and when the little princess came asking him… how could he refuse? How could he refuse her anything?

So he shared them with her. All the tales of grandeur, and fantasies of everything he wished the world could have been. All the dreams he had long since let go.

“And in the end, it’s the view I had of you that show me dreams can be worth fighting for.”

Now, the scene where Lily take’s Charlie away has always been excellent brain fodder for me because of how somewhat ambiguous it is. You could interpret his sadness to have SO MANY meanings. However, I have inevitably decided on two potential head-cannons/theories to share here for what could possibly be going through Snek-King’s head.

One: Lucifer loves his daughter, but he feels estranged and like he’s failed her in some way. She’s such a joy, such a wonder, and in a way it's his fault she’s trapped down here with all of human ties worst. He wasn’t to be close to her, and to make the world perfect for her… but he already feels like he’s failed her in the most unforgivable way. He keeps his distance because part of him doesn’t want her to have a super high of an opinion of him. It’s kind of his depression manifesting, saying that ‘she shouldn’t admire you and your stupid dreams when they’re the reason she’ll never see true light and happiness.’

The angst addict in me likes this one more, but still I’ve got another one that always pops.

Two: He feels like he’s selling her false hope, and he can kind of see the place her innocence is headed. He’s seen the horrors of the world, and he knows the more he indulges her dreams and fantasies, the more she’ll suffer when she sees that’s not what the world is like. He knows from personal experience how much it hurts when your dreams come undone, when you lose hope in the world.

Listening to Charlie’s actual lyrics, she tells him that he was the one who inspired her to dream, that he was right to dream, and that she’s not going to back down. In the song, Luci realises that 1: maybe he didn’t fuck us as badly as he thought and that she actually doesn’t blame him and wants her in his life and/or 2: she has her mother’s willpower, and she’s never going to stop dreaming or let her world be sullied like he did. She’s so much stronger than he was.

So he lets her in.

(Side note… AWWW, look how TINNYY he is! He’s so small. The start contrast in the second image gets me every time)

There’s a bit of symbolism in the song which I ABSOLUTELY adore, and it has to do with the wings. In the flashback, Charlie mentions his “lofty dreams,” when we see the duck, which later transforms to have multiple sets of wings. Later in the song, when Lucifer finally lets her in, he also sprouts those wings.

And I just love this, because I think it acts as the perfect symbolism of him finally opening his mind again. Not just to his daughter, but to the possibility of dreaming in general.

He takes her to a circus, a place filled to the brim with spectacles and thrills, a place where humanities wildest imaginations seem possible.

But even though he’s beginning to open up, and he’s willing to help her in whatever she does, he’s not ‘fixed.’ His depression and self doubt and feelings of hollow emptiness and guilt and apprehension aren’t gone.

And he’s still terrified of seeing her spark go out like his did.

This tiny smile break is so addicting to watch for me. It speaks volumes. Once again, my angst loving heart eats it up every time. It says, “I’m still worried, and there is still so much shit going on in my mind right now about all of this, but I’m here for you.”

And that’s what counts.

Luci’s character showed a lot of colours, and came a long way in this singular episode, but he’s still got a big uphill battle to climb. He still has to come back into his own where dreams are concerned. Maybe he never will, not completely. Realistically, he’ll never go back to the way he was.

But maybe, just maybe, in helping his daughter he’ll find something worth believing in again.

That is, of course, if they decide to give him a character arc beside ‘Dad who is trying and doing better,’ but for that only time will tell.

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And THAT concludes my rant on the Rubber Ducky Ruler. If you stuck around this long, good for you! I wrote this whole thing on a limb at midnight, and NO I’m not going to go back and edit it because why would I ever want to see all the horrid grammatical and spelling errors I’ve inevitably made.

Maybe I’m off the mark on all of this. Maybe I’m head-cannoning too much. Maybe I’m just trying to suck out every hint of potential angst out of a song that’s supposed to be sweet and wholesome. That’s for you to decide. But for me, I’ve decided that I’m satisfied with this analysis. In the end, I just needed to express all the thoughts bumbling around in my head SOMEWHERE before I exploded, and unfortunately, I feel like I’ve run all my friends dry talking about this baby to them, so now it’s your turn. But, anyways, I think that about wraps things up. It’s time to go to bed.

Farewell, stay hydrated, and have a lovely rest of your day/night :)

#hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer #character analysis #kind of #bless my angst loving heart #I just had to talk about him

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chrysochroma · 3 months

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within your walls (desire, desire, till there’s nothing left of me)

@febuwhump 2024: Day 2: solitary confinement

@badthingshappenbingo : locked in a freezer (card is at the end)

Rating: Teen And Up

Words: 2,367

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture, Human Experimentation, Unethical Experimentation, Temporary Character Death

Read on Ao3

the title is from Strangler Fig by the Crane Wives

this is inspired by @aquaquadrant and @lunarcrown ‘s Hels to Pay AU and From Eden by aquaquadrant.

i highly suggest you read that first bc it is both amazing and the context is helpful

this is the link to aquaquadrant’s From Eden master post

this is also inspired by this piece of art by lunarcrown

as well as lunarcrown’s orginal comic

anyways, enjoy some pain and suffering :)

Deep inside the Hels Tek facility, Tango stood, claws dripping with redstone dust, in front of a grid of circuitry.

The machine Dr. Atlas had sent him to repair wasn’t too complicated, in fact it wasn’t much of a challenge at all. It was just as simple as replacing a few components with the ones the circuit required and drawing a few more lines of redstone dust. The mechanism felt reminiscent of a puzzle you might give a toddler—Tango felt that all he was doing was placing the different shaped blocks in their corresponding holes—but he figured that it was just a test to see what he knows, which didn’t surprise him. This was like his entrance exam before being hired to work at Hels, he supposed. It explained why Dr. Atlas always seemed to be just a few feet away, no matter where they were. Tango hoped that that was a good sign.

A voice came from behind him. “Very nice.”

Tango jumped and spun around to come face to face with Dr. Atlas. “Oh! Doctor, didn’t see ya there. I finished fixing this thing for you,” He gestured at the contraption behind him.

Atlas took his eyes off Tango and studied his repair job instead, as Tango continued to talk.

“It wasn’t too hard, a few things were in the wrong places but that’s pretty much it.” He turned around to look back at his work.

“I see,” Atlas responded, somewhat distracted. His eyes had locked back onto the swirling crown of blaze rods floating above Tango’s head, and he reached into his lab coat.

“So, do you have anything else for me to do?” Tango fiddled with a spare comparator as he spoke.

Atlas stepped closer. “I think that you’ll be very beneficial to us here at Hels Tek.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Dr. Atlas.” Tango spoke, still focused on his redstone.

“So am I.”

Tango felt a sharp prick on his neck, and before he could turn to see what it was from, his legs gave out from under him and his vision went black.

A numbing chill spread through Tango’s bones as his eyes slowly opened. His mind was racing but his breathing was sluggish, muscles slowed by the cold. His senses seemed dulled—whether it was because of whatever knocked him unconscious or yet another effect of the raw, sharp iciness he was surrounded by, Tango didn’t know.

He was laying on the floor, staring up at a plain, white ceiling, dotted with glowstone lamps. They cast a warm yellow over the room, providing Tango with a false sense of warmth that he wished was real. He started to sit up, then immediately noticed an unfamiliar weight on his wrists and neck. The deep jangle of chains being dragged along the floor pulled him even further out of unconsciousness.

“Good morning, Mr. Tango.”

Tango’s eyes snapped up to see Dr. Atlas writing something into a small notebook. The pair made eye contact through the wall of glass separating them, and Atlas smiled. Tango tried to push himself up onto his feet, his arms trembling, but nearly fell onto his face instead. (He glanced up to see Atlas watching him fail to adjust to his lack of energy, then write something down.) His arms, his legs, his brain all seemed to betray him as he struggled to stand, but finally, he forced himself to do so. The heavy iron chains that connected to his collar and shackles and kept him tethered to the ground seemed to drag him back down, but he stood and looked Atlas in the eye.

“Hey, Atlas.” He called out. “What is this?” His voice was filled with confusion and frustration, but overall much less fear than there should’ve been.

“Your new assignment,” Atlas responded.

“Uh, no, thanks. What even-“ He looked around for a second, cutting himself off as he stared into the solid white room beyond the glass box he was trapped in. “What is this?” He repeated.

Atlas snapped his notebook shut and tucked it into one of the pockets of his lab coat. “Like I said, your new assignment, where you will be staying. Indefinitely.”

Tango frowned. “Yeah, no, let me out.” He looked down at the new jumpsuit he was wearing. “And where are my clothes?”

Atlas didn’t respond.

“Hey!” Tango raised his voice. “Let me out of-“ He stepped forward and the chain attached to his collar pulled taut, momentarily choking him. Hurriedly, he stepped back, coughing.

Dr. Atlas stepped up to the glass door, then punched a code into the keypad mounted on the wall next to it. The door opened with a click and Atlas stepped inside, followed by two other Hels Tek employees, who moved to stand on either side of him. Tango’s eyes flitted around the room, trying to keep track of all three at once. Then, Atlas nodded, and the other scientists stepped up, each grabbing one of Tango’s arms. Tango’s muscles tensed up—at least as much as they could—and he pulled against the scientists restraining him. Still, they held him fast, not much effort required.

Atlas stepped forward, reached up, grabbed one of Tango’s blaze rods, and yanked. The blaze rod sizzled, leaving a trail of sparks behind it, but it came loose from Tango’s crown and smoldered in Atlas’s hand. He brought it up to eye level to inspect it—golden, shining, smoking, and most of all, valuable.

Tango gasped in pain, but quickly regained his composure and continued to pull away from the scientists, while glaring at Atlas.

“Hey! Stop it! You can’t do that!”

Dr. Atlas tucked Tango’s blaze rod into his lab coat, then looked back at Tango. “Yes I can.”

The two scientists pushed Tango down, forcing him to his knees. He pulled against their grip with all his strength, but couldn’t do anything to stop them as they pushed him closer and closer to the ground, until he was on his stomach, his face pressed up against the concrete. One of them pinned his wrists behind his back, and the other held his neck against the ground until they had him under their control.

“Guys, hey-!” Tango protested.

Atlas leaned down, fixated on Tango’s swirling crown, then plucked each of the blaze rods out of orbit, one by one. Tango felt each and every one of them leave their place, their absence feeling like a pit in his heart.

“C’mon, not another one,” Tango pleaded. Dr. Atlas ignored him.

In the absence of any blaze rods, sparks fizzled up around Tango’s head, but no new ones formed.

Atlas frowned. “Hm. That’s a shame.”

“Atlas, stop this! Just- c’mon-“

One of the scientists forced his head back to the ground, slamming it into the concrete. Tango gasped at the impact. Then, from the sparks, a new blaze rod flared into existence. Atlas smiled.

“You know,” He looked Tango in the eye. “You and I are going to do great things together, Mr. Tango.”

“Atlas! St-“ he cut himself off with a wince as Atlas stole his final remaining blaze rod.

Still smiling, Atlas stood and walked out of the room, the other two following him out. The door slammed shut behind them, pushing another wave of ice cold air over Tango.

Slowly, he sat up, aching and fatigued, shivering. Then he tucked himself into a ball, too tired to fight back. He closed his eyes.

All of Tango’s days seemed to blend together, forming one painful, seemingly endless existence. Except it wasn’t really endless—Tango had died almost too many times to count over that long expanse of time. Almost.

Minuscule thorns like hypodermic needles jabbed into his skin from all angles. They seemed to suck the blood out of him, slowly and steadily, until there was none left. The branches wrapped around his arms and legs bore scarlet red berries, and the droplets of Tango’s blood scattered over the leaves and floor looked just like minuscule versions of them. They brought a constant, throbbing, piercing pain that Tango could never take his mind off of, at least until-

But that was too slow.

Deep red mist seemed to linger in the air, clouding Tango’s vision and filling his lungs. It burned his eyes and throat, adding to the pain swirling around his body. Each time a bottle dropped, he felt as if a portion of his soul was ripped away, claimed by the burgundy flecks that seemed to glimmer in and out of existence. He lost more and more of himself, never given a chance to recover, until-

But that was too effective.

Steam swirled up from the ground, enveloping him in a cloud of warmth. The red-hot, glowing coals were almost comfortable under his feet. The heat was scalding, yet familiar, and almost sympathetic. Tango was hardly surprised when the first sharp sting across his face came. The Doctors needed to have their fun, after all. So, he stood in the welcoming embrace of liquid hellfire and heard his bones snap, and break, and shatter, until-

But (as much as it was fun) that was too inefficient.

A cold, slippery nothing filled Tango’s throat, invading his lungs and emptying his mind of anything except panic. It was too thin, too slick to get a hold onto as it dissolved into his core, turning his embers into nothing but smoke. It filled him with terror like nothing else ever could. He was surrounded by it, and helpless to do anything to stop it from ripping away his life, his soul, his fire, until-

But that harmed the product.

A prickling, unnatural chill crept over Tango’s bones. It seeped into his skin like salt dissolving into water—slow and gradual, yet present all the time. It seemed to touch each and every one of his nerves, somehow lighting them on fire and enveloping them in numbness at the same time. It sent a shiver down his spine so curious it almost could’ve tickled if it didn’t hurt so much. It ate away at him, bit by bit, until-

It was perfect—slow, constant, enveloping, (painful,) impeccable. And so the experiments began.

Tango sat, unmoving, just like they told him to. He held still, just like they said, as rows of thorns were stabbed into his arms. Both of his arms were completely numb, yet seemed to be flickering with pinpricks of pain. Dr. Atlas himself was there to pluck the blaze rods from his crown, tucking each one into his coat as if he meant to protect them with his life. It was a constant cycle: Dr. Atlas would take a blaze rod from him, another thorn would be stabbed into his arm, and another blaze rod would appear, ready to be stolen once more.

There had once been a bouquet of wither roses in front of him. They were enchanting, almost would’ve been beautiful, if he hadn’t known what it was like to feel their wrath. Now, there was a pile of deep purple, almost black rose buds lying discarded on a table off to the side (they only needed the thorns).

As a scientist moved to place another bud in the pile, a clump of black, dusty pollen tumbled out of the flower and onto Tango’s arm. Almost immediately, it melted into Tango’s skin, turning the surrounding area a bit gray.

Dr. Atlas’s eyes instantly locked onto the still slightly gray spot. He pointed to the scientist holding the rose bud. “Bring that over here.”

They complied, and Dr. Atlas stuck his finger into the center of the rose, then pulled it out. Black dust coated the tip of his gloved finger, sticking to it like glitter. He turned back to Tango, then smeared the pollen across his forearm. Just as quickly as before, it absorbed into Tango’s flesh, this time leaving faint traces of black veins underneath his skin.

A newfound sense of pain rushed through Tango’s arm, pumping through his bloodstream. The sparks above his head flared, and a blaze rod shimmered into existence, taking its place in his crown. Dr. Atlas reached up a hand, then plucked it, a faint smile on his face.

The pollen was better, they’d found. It was more potent, more harmful, more efficient. The once discarded rose buds had suddenly become a treasure trove for the scientists, and Dr. Atlas couldn’t have been more pleased. And so the testing began.

Test #1: Tears welled up in Tango’s eyes as the now familiar prickling numbness drove him further to insanity. That black dust coated his throat and lungs, making him cough. A couple tears rolled down his cheeks as he felt one of his blaze rods get ripped away from him.

Test #60: Slowly but surely, they were tearing him apart. He felt like, as each blaze rod was stolen from him, a part of his fire went along with. His soul was being taken and sold to the masses for nothing but a bit of profit.

Test #157: Tango longed for the sliding metal doors to his blank white room to open. Even when they were there to refill the respawn anchor, trapping him here. Even when they came to empty the hoppers of his blaze rods, using him for their gain. Even when they came to chop off his claws, preventing any resistance. Because it was better than nothing, right?

Test #326: For Tango, crying was a constant. He took some comfort in it—among all of the deaths, all the malfunctions, through the never-ending blanket of prickling numbness, at least he had this. It was enough.

It wasn’t too much of a change for Tango when Dr. Atlas and the others came to move him into his new home. Just one torture chamber in a blank room to another. He could barely even notice a difference (maybe he didn’t care to).

Dr. Atlas smiled at him through the glass. “Welcome to your new home, Tango Tek.”

#writing #creative writing #hermitcraft #tangotek #bad things happen bingo #prompt: locked in a freezer #fandom: hermitcraft #febuwhump #febuwhump day 2

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sunnys-side-upside-down · 3 months

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My semester took an unexpected turn this past weekend.

Warning: Mentions of loss

I don't often share stuff like this, but I didn't know what else to do with myself right now but draw it out and share it with all of you.

I have had two very dear long term pets in my family basically for as long as I've been alive, Phoebe and Daisey Mae. I grew up with them, and they have been with me through everything, and I love them to the moon and back. I lost Phoebe last July, and this past Saturday Daisey had to be very very suddenly put down. She has been healthy as can be and we thought she would be around for at least another few years. I won't go into the details of why, but she was very suddenly suffering and there was nothing we could do, and it was her time to go. Even she knew it was her time.

Losing both of them within 6 months of each other has been so incredibly hard to handle.

Unfortunately, since I'm in college right now, I wasn't able to say goodbye to Daisey in person. I live multiple states away from my family for school and there wasn't time for me to fly home. Everything happened so fast in a couple hours, and there was no option to wait for me to get there, because otherwise she would have suffered for however long my travel time would take, and it wouldn't have been fair to her. I had to do a rushed goodbye with her over the phone, which was devastating for me. I'm not even able to be home with my family to grieve this loss, and have to put myself together and wear a brave face to continue on with my work and classes.

I have a third family pet, Norman, who has lived with Phoebe and Daisey his whole life. He's only around 7, but I'm sure he misses them to, and it hurts me that I can't be there to comfort him either. And it hurts that I can't be with him so he can comfort me too.

I'm not quite sure why I'm sharing all this, but I am anyway. Loss can happen so suddenly, and grief is such a powerful thing. Especially when your loved ones live states away.

I'll get through this, I know I will. But for the moment, I really just want a hug and a real, physical shoulder to cry on.

#thank u all for allowing me the space to talk about this

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inoreuct · 7 months

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I imagine Zoro feeling guilty for the famine & death he inadvertently caused. During this time he's a bit more distant, more closed off. One day, Sanji sees him in the fields of the dead with souls of children who had starved to death. He sees Zoro apologize to them and, with with a wave of his hand, takes away their pain. (1/2)

oh YES. there’s definitely a lot of guilt and emotional tumoil there. zoro doesn’t regret it, because then he wouldn’t have met sanji, but it eats away at him. he gently deflects sanji’s attempts at getting him to open up; spends way too long after dinner soaking in the mineral pools beneath the castle and running circles around his head over what he could have done differently. he ensures that the souls are happy after death, sure, but what about before? what about how much they’d suffered? they hadn’t had painless deaths. they deserved better than what zoro had caused because of his own immaturity.

sanji slips down and finds him in the pools, and his husband is silent when he sits on the ledge and dips his feet in the water.

they don’t talk. not for a while. sanji coaxes zoro’s head into his lap and pets at his hair, and zoro hugs his calves to his chest.

now, zoro is not what you’d usually call a soft person. sanji has seen him absolutely radiating divine rage, his shadows lashing out behind him like barbed whips, eyes glowing unearthly gold in his anger. he has seen his husband make unbelievably tough calls without so much as flinching or showing a hint of emotion.

but here, when it’s just them, it is obvious to see that zoro cares. he’s plagued by the truth of what he’d caused from one small decision, and it makes sanji’s heart ache. “what’s on your mind, darling?”

“it’s my responsibility to take care of the dead,” zoro breathes as he presses his forehead to sanji’s thigh. “i don’t regret it. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but it can’t happen again.”

“well, i’d hope not!” sanji scoffs gently, trying to lighten the mood and trailing his finger back and forth through zoro’s two remaining earrings. “if you kidnapped anybody else to marry i’d— well, i don’t know what i’d do.”

“if that ever happens,” zoro starts, very seriously, “take my head off. that isn’t me.”

sanji laughs. zoro’s hair is damp at at the ends and silky-soft beneath his fingers. “why was your first instinct to kidnap me, anyway?”

the king groans, and sanji is delighted that he can read zoro well enough to tell he’s embarrassed. “i had no idea how i was going to talk to you. you looked… untouchable. you’d have never looked twice at someone like me.”

“so… you kidnapped me. kind of a red flag.”

“i panicked and made a stupid decision, okay? and that stupid decision killed thousands.” zoro lifts his head and shifts to stack his forearms across sanji’s knees. he suddenly looks haunted. his eyes are bottomless pools of grey slate. “your father’s wrath was… deserved. and i wish he’d directed it at me.”

“oh, believe me, he wanted to. but he wasn’t sure who took me, even though he suspected, and even if he was right knew that he wouldn’t have been able to touch you.”

“i’d let him.” he draws in a shaky breath, leaning into the fingers sanji presses to the nape of his neck. “if i could go back—”

“but you can’t,” sanji reminds him gently. “what’s done is done. we can only make the most of it now. try and make it better.”

zoro sighs heavily and regards his husband with a wan smile. “don’t know what kind of stupid decisions i’d be making without you here,” he says, and sanji snorts.

“yeah, well. that’s why i am here. somebody had to keep you company before you went bonkers,” he mutters airily, ruffling zoro’s hair with his fingertips.

the water sloshes gently. zoro’s lungs are warm with steam, and his fingertips prune. “i’m sorry. i’ll do better.”

sanji clicks his tongue in a soft reproach, leaning forward to hug zoro to his chest. “it’s not me you should be apologising to anymore. you’ve more than made up for that,” he whispers, and the words echo in the cavern. they help, if only a little.

“i know.” zoro’s lips brush his husband’s shoulder. his arms fit around sanji’s waist like they were made for it, and he feels the wedding ring pressed to the top of his spine. “i know. i’m trying.”

he doesn’t know what else to say. doesn’t know what will absolve him of this guilt, sitting like a stone at the bottom of his stomach; he has a sinking suspicion that it’ll never really go away, but he’d prefer that any day over not feeling guilty at all.

zoro is the king of death. that is exactly why he treasures life most of all.

he looks up at his husband, resolute, and sanji raises an expectant eyebrow. “help me. teach me to be— kind. gentle. i need a buffer so the children—”

“but you are,” comes the reply, so very soft. “you are kind, and you are gentle, and you are a good king. they are not scared of you. they are simply in a new place, and they need guidance. familiarity. but yes—” sanji smiles, slowly, and zoro’s heart aches in his chest. “i’ll help. i’ll come with you. what was it you said to me, when you proposed?”

“my equal in every way, by my side,” zoro says immediately. it is his truth, everything he knows, and sanji nods.

“exactly. you’re allowed to lean on me, you know.”

“…i don’t feel like i deserve it, sometimes.”

“well, you’re wrong. so get your butt out of your giant bath—” sanji splashes the surface of the pool with his fingers, and zoro smiles despite everything, “—and we’ll go visit the fields again.”

“alright.” zoro is blessed. he knows it. and he’s dealing with the fallout of his stupidity, but gods.

he is so fucking glad sanji’s here.

#zosan #one piece zosan #op zosan #zosan au #zoro x sanji #ronoroa zoro #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #one piece zoro #one piece #ask box #ino’s ask box

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arliedraws · 7 days

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Which app do you use for your drawings? And do you use special brushes?

I love your style soo so much. So easy (in a good way) and so full of emotion. You really have a talent for keeping it simple and focus on the important things.

Also your Sirius reminds me so much of flynn riders idk I love it

💌

Thank you!

For the last couple of months, I’ve been using my iPad Air + Procreate, but this is a very recent development. I bought a “paper feel” screen protector because the screen is too slippery, and I don’t feel like I have enough control without it. Truthfully, I use it because I can slouch like a little gremlin and draw in a comfy chair. I think I need a different nib for my Apple pencil, though, because I still don’t feel like I have control or that my lines are going where I want (could also just be practice). BUT! You can see my progress with the iPad from this to this in a couple of months. So it’s also very probably practice!

Otherwise, I’ve been using a Wacom Intuous Pro (the lil guy) with my 13” Macbook for years and years + Photoshop.

My go-to brushes are Kyle T. Webster’s and an ancieeeeeeeeeeeeeent brush set from a Deviantart artist called Thundercake. And when I say ancient, I mean I downloaded these in 2011 and have these brushes saved in multiple places so I don’t lose them; I mostly use these for painting.

HOWEVER, I only JUST remembered to fuckin, like, import my Photoshop brushes to Procreate, so I’ve been using the default Procreate brushes lately. Literally halfway through coloring the mustache dadfoot drawing did I remember that I didn’t have to suffer like this 🙄

Anyway, hope that helps. I need a LOT of control and it takes me forEVER to get things the way that I want. The “easier” and more simplistic the drawing is, it means it probably took me hours. (I’m not a professional so efficiency is not a priority—in fact, I like taking my time!).

OH! And I just remembered that Procreate has a playback button, so enjoy four minutes of me drawing that last Sirius. Watch me redraw the same arm eighty fucking times lol

#asks #drawing #my art #drawing process

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chickenparm · 1 year

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Once Removed (Wanderer/gn!Reader)

what if he was a little freak what if he was a loser a little guy a weirdo about things of very little consequence. what if he panics over you drinking from the same spot on a cup as him?

Scaramouche/gn!Reader 847 Words - SFW

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The stickiness of the day doesn’t bother him as much as it might someone else. Someone in particular, sitting across from him and staring dismally into their cooling curry. The water cup next to your hand sits empty, only small rivulets left after you’d downed it in a fit. Lunch was too spicy, it seems, and it took everything in him not to laugh at your overconfidence.

Lazily, the Wanderer spins his own cup - something tall and cold and far too fruity for his tastes. It leaves little rings of condensation on the laminated table, spiraling in little circles that track the path of his amusement. “Did you learn your lesson?”

“You could have warned me-”

“How was I supposed to know? Spicy food doesn’t have any effect on me anyway.” Pointedly, he takes a sip of the saccharine sweet drink, then places it back on the ring of condensation with easy perfection. The spinning begins again, making it only a half turn before your hand shoots out to snatch the glass from his hold.

He’s seen it plenty enough times in his life. Some individual drives another to insanity, just enough to have a drink thrown in their face. Wanderer’s ready to deflect it, the wind shifting its direction just enough to block your liquid projectile.

Except it doesn’t come.

Sure, your fingers wrap around the glass and you lift it from his admittedly loose grasp. But rather than immediately swipe it in your direction, you pull it closer and bring it to your lips. It might have been a quick motion, but everything slows to a crawl in the midday heat of Port Ormos.

His absent spinning had turned the glass exactly halfway, directing where he’d sipped from toward you instead. A missed droplet lingers where his lips had left a smudge, the liquid having been close enough to his mouth that it may as well have been inside. Yet you don’t seem to see it, or you don’t seem to care.

The glass lifts, pressing against the plush of your bottom lip. The space on the rim is where he once touched, where he’d left the signs of himself there, as small as that sign might be. But he was there, his lips touching where your lips now touch. His skin was so close to having been against yours, the smudge on the glass now eclipsed by your own in an intermingling of equal presences.

Yours look so soft. Pliant, pursed against the glass and swollen from the overly spicy food. Numbly, he wonders if they would taste like the drink or like something uniquely belonging to you. Sweetness is far from his favorite flavor, but he’s always been of the mind that until you try something, you can’t really know if you like it or not.

Sitting in the sunlight, baking in the humidity, basking in the sight of your eased suffering, the Wanderer desperately wants to try you.

The side of his hand rests in the pools of condensation left from his fidgeting, sticking to his skin and seeping into the fabric of his arm guard. He doesn’t care about that, it doesn’t even register.

In his wide, wide eyes, the only thing that he understands is that his lips are but once removed from making contact with your own. You willingly made that connection, continuing even now with your long drinks that flex the line of your throat. His eyes are glued to your face, to your eyelids fluttering with relief at the cool drink, to the single bead of sweat that rolls down the side of your neck-

Your tongue darts out as you pull away, barely touching against the glass and all but sweeping away the last remnants of him ever having been present at that same exact spot. The pink flash grabs his attention, drawing him in with a relentless pursuit that he can only quell by snatching the glass back.

There’s hardly anything left. A single sip at best, not even a mouthful. With a grimace, he spares no expense in berating you, “You could have asked.”

“And you would have told me no.” You’re breathless, slumped back in your chair and gazing toward your offending lunch rather than at the way he clutches the glass with both hands. Just as he’d left it, a single drop of the sweet liquid lingers from where your tongue had missed, clear enough compared to the base drink that he wonders if it’s truly a remnant or something leftover that’s purely yours.

It rolls down the side at an agonizing pace. Growing impatient - both with himself and the pace of this entire foolish fixation - he sweeps it with his thumb and brings the pad of it to his lips. Nonchalant as he tries to be, it still catches your attention and you’re magnetized by that motion for a split-second. Then, your gaze drifts to the glass, to the Wanderer's white-knuckled grip, to the smudge you’ve left behind that is deliberately faced in his direction.

“I might’ve. You’ll never know now, though. Tough luck.”

#scaramouche #wanderer #genshin impact #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #drabble

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thescribblings · 2 months

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So i was gonna finish the background but I'm really bad at them soooo-

Avoiding background responsibilities is my specialty (i did like making the sky tho, vv nice)

But here's a drawing i did of the boy

This is based on how leo met leonardo in my personal fic,(it's a private fic but i will summarize it here) the context behind this is;

Leo went on a late october walk and stumbled upon.. wait for it.. leonardo!

Who is covered in his own blood and probably suffering hypothermia.

Before leonardo found his younger self he had been injured by a krang hound in a last ditch effort at saving the world, aka sending casey back in time

After casey went through the portal, dear ole leonardo was yanked backwards into a portal by mikey's chains, narrowly avoiding the krang laser that would have otherwise ended his existance, instead plunging him head first into dalecarlia reservoir.

It was the middle of the night, the moon high in the sky, and his prosthetic was damaged, dead weight on his shoulder as he tried to swim. (Did i mention his pants are a type of chainmail? Oops, they weigh like 20 pounds, my bad leo)

He panicked, almost drowned when the emergency release for his prostetic jammed, yadda yadda, he got it off, it broke apart at the joints, he crawled on land, had an impromptu nap half submerged in water, mid october, (still bleeding out btw) woke up when the sun was rising, found a frog sitting on his plastron..

Had an emo moment where he realised he was now an orphan AND an only child (that's rough buddy)

Then dove back in to retrieve the pieces of his arm (by the power of me, the prosthetic hand held onto his sword even when it broke, so he got that back too! Yay :D)

He broke into and raided the nearest hospital (sibley memorial) and managed to get a tetanus shot and cauterize his wound, then stuck around in the shadows to warm up before wandering for literal days, like, it took him five straight days to get from here to leo

Anyways, they meet, leo calls casey, leo looks away from the seven foot feral turtle a few dozen feet ahead of him (bad move dude) said seven foot feral turtle charges leo and picks him up mid sprint, basically a kidnapping

Eventually casey picks up, leonardo lets leo go, (my boy is exclusively making turtle noises rn lol) they get home, treat his wounds and omg he starts using words here

They quarantine him, cause this man is fucking radioactive (to the point that he now has a tail that his younger self very much does not)

And guess what! My boy has hidden markings that glow bright blue around radioactive objects .^. He's like a living geiger counter lmao

Here's a pic without the background

Anyway, I've had to restrain myself from making this too long, meet my boy! I haven't thought of a creative name for him yet, so i usually just call him leonardo, nardo, or Blue. I'll let ya'll know if i come up w something, tho

Have nice day

#rottmnt #save rottmnt #art #third season #my art #rottmnt future leo #future leo #leonardo hamato #my au #sffl(wg)

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jkoo-njoo · 1 year

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College crush - 2

summary : college au | when the frontier between a crush and an obsession blurs, how can you draw the line ?

pairing : shy n clingy bf! jk x black fem! reader

genre : fluff, soft yandere | headcanons

word count : 2007, on going

warnings : stalking, fixation

author's note : it took me a while to overcome writer’s block for this story but I woke up motivated this morning and I literally just finished writing all of it in one sitting 🤭 there will be 2 or 3 more chapters left after this one ! hope u enjoy loves ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

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2/ forbearance, solitude & craving

- Enactment of the plan

it is time. his plan is finally in motion

he’s going to get you, at all cost.

he already had a good amount of photography in stock but he spent the week producing a fresh batch of pictures for the application

he took his camera and clicked everywhere towards everything

stills of landscapes, animals in action, objects and art pieces, people moving…

he had to make his application absolutely perfect to be sure he’d be with you

and he did ; his work was outstandingly pretty and always held some sort of longing/nostalgic feelings that could be felt by the observer

you could tell in them that the photographer took his time to wait for the correct angle, the perfect movement of the subjects and the right amount of reflection of light before he captured each images

this batch process was so amusing and sort of therapeutic to him because he got to get back to photography, which he didn’t have that much time to do since he started college

but the best part of it all :

he started taking pictures of you.

he didn’t even intend to do it at first

him taking a broad picture of the campus’ park wanting to capture the nature coupled with the students go on with their occupations

but when he looked back at it, there you were

on the 3rd plan, almost totally blending yourself with the paysage ; yet looking so outstandingly beautiful… almost angelic

then he decided to hit click more often whenever he would run into you

he always made sure he’d stay far enough so that you don’t notice him ; but close enough so that he could capture you in the upmost quality

each picture were of you doing insignificant things like walking around campus with your earphones on ; reading at a local café ; eating and laughing with some friends of yours ; studying and looking so cute with your frowning eyebrows

he held each one of these so close to his heart

he even created a whole folder on his computer compiling all of the photos he took of you

he was dreaming of the day you’d pose just for him, looking right in his objective with your bright eyes and piercing gaze

he was dreaming of the day you’ll be his and all he would do everyday is follow you around with his camera and snap pictures of you doing anything with him

anyways

he submitted his application for the club and of course got accepted

the first classes would start two weeks from now

he absolutely couldn’t wait to finally be near you

- battling loneliness

he was right : he definitely couldn’t wait.

the two weeks are up and the first photography class starts tomorrow

the wait was overbearing and painful

but he swallowed his suffering

because he knew that patience is the most important part of the plan.

for it to work out perfectly it was necessary to wait

to pass time, on top of taking more pictures of you, he started to write poems

his feelings for you were growing more and more everyday without a mean of escape ; he had to find something to externalize them before he turned absolutely crazy

at the beginning, it wasn’t exactly poems, but little journal entries destined to you, since he cannot contact you directly just yet

technically he could but he was far too much of a coward to ever try to make a move in real life

the messages started soft and short — like 2/3 phrases short — and were very descriptive with no definite style whatsoever

“seeing your beautiful face made me feel so happy today. You are the ruler of my heart.”

but.. he felt so… ashamed ? uncomfortable ? because he never wrote anything before and he thought it was so lame

the more he wrote, the more he got bold and tried new ways to express himself

so he started using more imagery and very sentimental turn of phrases and the little messages turned to poems, each longer and more complex than the previous ones

“if anyone asks me to prove my love for you, I’ll ask them to let you speak on my grave and watch how I come back to life right before their eyes, to bask in your angelic voice and presence.”

he wanted to write the best poems so that you could really see how much love he held for you

so that he could prove to you that he was perfect and deserving of your love and attention

he was getting more confident in his writing but he felt like it would never be enough to truly capture the entirety of your outstanding beauty the purity of your heart and aura

and each poem or picture from afar reminded him of how lonely he was, and how you weren’t his yet

but he had to stay strong, because soon he’ll be close to you

- eventually : the liberation

he had so much trouble to sleep

he was so excited because today was finally the day he’d been waiting for for so long

the day of the first photography class

he wanted to look good and make a great first impression so he spent half the night choosing an outfit

settling for a baggy grey t-shirt and black cargo pants because he didn’t feel ready to be noticed by you just yet

and he definitely needed to update his wardrobe… too much dark and baggy clothes

he noticed you were very stylish and he daydreamed about going shopping with you more than once

he wanted to be your doll to dress up as you please and have matching outfits with you

he also wanted to see you in the clothes that he chose himself just for you. he’s convinced that they’ll suit you so well

so much so that he had a ton of carts waiting on lots of different website, just ready to buy and send for you to wear

anyways

he was so so nervous

but, his excitement exceeded his nervousness and apprehension

he barely ate anymore these days but at some point he decided to eat properly, get back in the gym and do his skincare

because he knew that you wouldn’t want your boyfriend to not take care of himself

and if he cannot care for himself, how can he even pretend that he’ll be able to care for you ??

he was proud of himself and his love for you because you made him a better man without even meeting him yet

he knew that each and every day he was becoming more and more perfect for you

fast forward to the afternoon, and 2pm

the class started at 2:30 pm, be he came here early just so he could admire you enter the class, and also choose the best seating area for the both of you

he settled for the middle row on the very left side

because he knew you love to sit on the front row on the right side. so this place would allow him to look at your side profile and stare at you all that he wants without you noticing him.

it was perfect

time went by, and the classroom started filling up slowly

he knew you’d come in last, so he put a little book on one of the chairs in the front row so nobody would take your spot

and just like clockwork, you arrived right before the class started

the only chair available the one that he reserved for you

you looked around to see if the person who left the book was here, and your neighbor told you that he saw nobody claim back the seat so you just sat there

when you did, shivers travelled his whole body from head to toe.

he felt so proud of himself and also so thankful that you were accepting his first ever move towards you. His first proof of his love for you.

the class started but he did not listen one bit

he was so mesmerized by your beauty and your closeness

he was already following you around to your place of study like the library or cafes to look at you ; but he never got the courage to get any closer.

you being just 2 rows in front of him was the closest he’s ever been

he was savoring each and every second, before a miracle occurred.

the photograph professor called out your name and asked you to present yourself in front of the class

apparently everyone would have to

he quickly pulled out his phone and started the dictaphone

then you spoke up and started presenting yourself in front of the whole class

he felt himself melt on the spot

your voice so clear and full of assurance, as you spilled precious details about yourself that he’ll spend the rest of his life cherishing

you said that you love photography, you draw, you write and you read. And you talked about being really excited to start this class and do your best to express yourself through your photography

he could cry right here and there. this was so much more than he would even dare to ask for

but he was getting nervous again. because this means that he would have to present himself next

he started shaking his leg uncontrollably and his hands started sweating. he didn’t expect to have to speak up and be noticed by you so early in the plan

but he had to be strong for you and not let his timidness consume him

his time came. everyone turned around to look at him, including you

he couldn’t bear meeting your gaze and looking at you in the eyes so he looked straight in front of him, aiming towards the professor

however if he did hold your gaze, he would have seen how your eyes kind of lit up looking at him

it was so difficult for him to speak up and not stutter but he did his best

you only had to say what brought you here and your other hobbies. Some people told more, some less. He opted for the less.

« Hello all. I’ve been doing photography for years and decided to enroll as soon as I knew of the existence of this club. Other than photography, I enjoy gaming, working out and writing poems. That’s all »

the professor thanked him and moved on the the next person

he felt his nerves relax and released a breathe he didn’t know he was holding

he hoped he made a good impression on you mentioning working out and writing. Since you love writing, you have now a second shared interest and he also overheard you talk about how you like fit guys so he was sure he hit all the right spots

he spent the rest of the class not listening one bit, just looking at you being focused on the class

at the end of it, he pretended to take longer to pack up his things and when everyone left the classroom he went over to your seat

your sweet scent lingered on the spot and he was incredibly jealous of the person that sat next to you

you smelt a mix of vanilla and cinnamon with a hint of sweet citrus fruit

he wanted to bottle up the air and take it home with him if he could

he went back to his dorm with so much contentment and happiness within his heart

now that he got you close he wanted more. and he would have it

for the first time of his life, he grew confidence and decided to act on his impulse

and his impulse led him to accelerate the plan : he’ll contact you even from afar.

#lufy’s fics ♤#thebtswritersclub #bts x black reader #bts x poc reader #jungkook headcanons #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook scenarios #yandere jungkook #soft yandere #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #college au #college crush update #jungkook is becoming more and more obsessed as time goes by 🫣

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t00nyah · 1 year

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so. i was very bored. and on character ai there's an alternate timeline ai that can come up with things that could happen and such. so i was like. okay let's go wild let's make an au were octarians won the great turf war. so there it is, an au created with ai deciding what would change in characters' lives, what would they end up doing, and, of course, me finilazing it with my headcanons and adding some flavour to some of ideas.

so. yep. octarians won, and, just like in original series, the losing side, inklings, are living in the domes. in my head they still have the great zapfish, while octarians go into a more sci-fi direction and make their own power sources. inklings are...kind of almost erased from their history. i don't know why it clicked in my head, it just did, maybe there's a better way to implement things, okay. x)

onto the characters...

callie and marie didn't form a duet without contest and end up having the most ordinary jobs. i know, right?

callie is a teacher and marie is a journalist! i personally really loved callie as a teacher and i'm just. yeah. marie. you know. marie had me suffering.

i would have design notes here but there's not much to tell so if there's something catching your eye that you think might mean something - it probably does. idk.

i took pearl's money. that's right. now she's forced to work as barista. by me. i want you to know that it was VERY hard to decide what would pearl do now that i stole her money but holy fuck coffee shop aus got to me. (i'm also very proud of the logo i came up with hehe)

alright. so. there's a hard one. and by that i mean in my headcanons three's family is ... one of those traditional families ... you know what i mean. so... here goes kaori, using she/her and having a big identity crisis she's not really able to solve. a little hard when you're not so sure what to make out of it and don't know if you can tell anyone how you feel. kaori does not like when adults make the distinction between girl things and boy things, she's not that into skirts honestly, she's just wearing it to please her parents. kaori is studying to become a scientist to work on improving life in the domes. that's good, right?

speaking of scientists, of course there's an extraordinary - marina ida. we all know marina, she's too smart for all of us. she's helping in multiple researches and is very widely known. (and also gets lots of MONEY for that). *re-reads ai's entry on marina and looks away* UMM okay i totally forgot that part where she's also a professor in university. WELL NOW I KNOW the context to something else. maybe.

so, eight... nana in this au *looks at coroika*, is a student (idk, highschool maybe...i dunno i dunno i think i messed up) who got a bit carried away with a project. and started her research on inklings, because there's a theory going among the historians that the inklings still do exist... so nana, as a very passionate when she has interest octoling, goes to explore on her own! she gets into the domes and meets kaori eventually, who's...got a good eye on weird features and recognises nana as an octoling. not exactly friendly at first, but what can a squid like her do anyways?

eventually they kinda get stuck along because nana wants to KNOW. kaori just desides to go against her better judgement and give her a tour. and leads her to the best coffee shop she knows. they bond with each other eventually and become friends :) and nana works hard to get heard and get inklings to surface somehow maybe, though it doesn't seem like they want it THAT much? i mean, they're established their society already, why would they? they be chillin'. (but yes kaori gets to see the surface FOR SURE.)

i REALLY didn't want to leave four alone on her introductory pic poor lonely squid</3 so there she is! surume, that one school student who's drawing on each lesson(me). she's also *looks at ai's statement* is popular on social media for her art.

she doesn't really meet kaori that often, but when their class goes to see a college where kaori studies, you know, to show their possibilities, where they could go after school or something like that, so they sort of...know of each other? very awkwardly and formally have met each other? kaori will probably die of embarassment when sees surume again because thinks she made a bad impression? lol!

if you follow me you may have noticed that i'm projecting my gender crisis on three hard and usually the one they're consulting with is four... and it stays true to this au, i really want kaori to talk things out and, ay, it's way easier to open up to a stranger sometimes. so yeah. i think it will happen in my au. surume explaining kaori all the stuff about gender identity and sexuality because there's a little more of society pressure in this au... they'll get there eventually.

bonus: ref for marina in her regular clothing! she's so pretty...

another bonus: marina meeting a pretty barista...

so yeah. yeah. marina gets into the domes because nana has caught her interest with her project, so she meets pearl. because if pearlina doesn't happen the universe will explode and we all know that.

also there were doodles i made on our first wbf that you now know the context for :]

thank you for reading this far! it was... a long one... yep. i also really want to thank everyone who's following me fr fr i'm very happy to get feedback and to know that you enjoy my art! love ya'll<3 /p

separate versions under cut

#splatoon #splatoon au #takopolis au #thats what i call it FOR NOW bc i have no better name for the city :(#agent 3 #agent 8 #agent 4 #callie splatoon #marie splatoon #marina splatoon #pearl splatoon #FINALLY its been....*uses calc* ALMOST TWO WEEKS since i started #yeah no that's literally almost as much as i spent on 24hour setup and splatoween splatfest (its 18 days vs. 13 days)

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6-hours · 25 days

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Pretty much a diary entry

I just binged Nagata Kabi's stuff since I found it in the library and it felt like a thing I needed in the moment...

The cycle of feeling bad, then feeling good, then feeling bad, etc etc just reminds me that personal suffering doesn't have a narrative arc. You suffer, you overcome, and honestly the "overcome" part might not even be permanent. In the pit of suffering you can't tell if it'll ever get better and that makes it so much worse... Like what if this time, being sad is permanent.

This isn't the first time I got sad, and if my past experience is anything to judge by, I'll probably get over this sadness too. Then forget about it and go be sad about something or other again!!! It's a cycle!!!! It never stops!!!!

Anhedonia really sucks. But this time, it made me think, "If I'm going to do stuff and not enjoy it, I might as well do something that's good for me even if I don't enjoy doing it." It was that thought that pushed me to drop some covid weight, and do physical activity (which I'd never done purposefully in my entire life until right now!!!). (Like if I'm going to be sad at least I can try to be physically healthy I guess)

And I have a lot of time that I have trouble filling, so I take my time to do stuff that I'd always thought was annoying or a waste of time. Sometimes I walk 20 mins to the grocery store to get a single jug of milk. I take my time to actually clean the bathroom or kitchen. I don't resent maintenance chores as much as I used to. It's something that should be done, and I have time to do it, and the time isn't coming out of something I'd rather be doing. I haven't overcome that hurdle when it comes to cooking though... Thankfully my spouse is happy to handle food.

I'm working on a personal project that's supposed to be "as big as it needs to be, take as long as it will end up taking". I've always had a hard time with something like that because I guess external validation is very tied to my enjoyment of drawing. If I don't get some kind of feedback the enjoyment has to derive purely from my own belief in the project... This is something that basically drove me to utter sadness in thesis year college because I had shut down socially. When I wasn't talking to people, every missed point of contact played out in my head as a scenario where other people directly rejected me. (So and so didn't talk to me when I walked by them in the hall! They must have so little interest in me they don't even want to talk to me! Completely forget the fact that I said absolutely nothing to them!!!)

Anyway! I really took some time to dissect what parts about this project is

Something I wish I could be capable of doing

Something I kept thinking about doing

What are the hard parts about it that I thought I wasn't good enough for

What kind of work I need to put in to make the hard parts possible

I've managed to dismantle some illusions I have about "good artists" and how "good work" actually comes about. I also put aside the thoughts of "this isn't good enough for the kind of scope you want". (The prof in college that said "Do your research! People can tell when you haven't done your research!" really paralyzed me. I had no idea how much research is "enough", especially when it came to something I didn't obsess over, and if it's not "enough" I'll be scrutinized to the ends of the earth. Why put myself through that scrutiny? Why bother doing anything, ever? You can't be criticized for doing something badly if you never do it at all. Take that,!!!!)

The point of doing this project is, I think, to prove to myself that I did it. And at the end of it maybe do another one. Then at the end of all these projects, I can say to myself, look at the body of work you produced! It might not be good, it might not be liked by other people, heck maybe no one else other than you ever saw or knew it existed. But! I put all the thoughts in my head into a physical form. It gets to exist more than it used to.

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Luci Angst Fic Idea That’s Been Rattling Around In My Head

Okay, so, it’s no real secret that I absolutely love angst and Hurt/Comfort content. I slurp that shit up like there’s no tomorrow. And recently my darling brain has been so kind as to supply me a new concept that could be shoved into a whole number of Lucifer angst fics.

Basically the premise is this:

Part of Lucifer’s punishment is that every year on the same day, a member of the heavenly court (the same Angel every time) comes down to administer a little “reminder” to keep Lucifer in line. Basically, he gets tortured, and the shit beat out of him annually to make sure he stays depressed. The Angel that does this is called “The Punisher” and they are very strong, but also have cool mind fuckery powers that they use to really get inside Luci’s head.

Most of my ideas are Charlie (who doesn’t know) finding out about this when it happens after Luci moves into the hotel, and being absolutely MORTIFIED! Good old Father-Daughter time. U know the drill. Sometimes my brain even likes to be like “oh yeah, the day of/after his Punishment Day was the day Lilith took Charlie and left” because I just love to make him suffer so he can be sympathized w/. I’m just like that don’t fucking judge, it’s not as weird as u think. Maybe. Whatever.

Anyway, yeah. It’s BRUTAL!

Content warning below for descriptions of violence next for some of the things I imagine happening to him, as well as an illustration with a shit ton of gold blood all over the place.

- A lot of the times they will do stuff to his wings to be like “you don’t deserve these.” Either rip them off and force them to grow back, break them, and once (the time Charlie finds out) skinning them to take the feathers off. That one is particularly angsty and I can’t help but be drawn to the heartbreaking-ness of it.

- Lots of punching, kicking, hitting scratching, and throwing him around.

- Concentrated holy water or holy light or something to burn

- Lots of emotional degradation (not the kink, if that wasn’t obvious)

- Induced hallucinations of everyone he loves hating him

- And, u know, whatever new toys The Punisher comes up with.

Here’s a pretty little drawing too! Because I’m a terrible person (as always, Tumblr is gonna fuck up the quality and I’m not smart enough to know how to do ‘tap for higher resolution’ so here’s a link to a better version: tehe )

#hazbin hotel lucifer #i love luci #lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #apple daddy #duck lord #short king #lucifer angst #angst #cw: gore #fanfic idea #I would read this #I’ve been imagining it for weeks now #sad boy #I’m sorry baby #I love u sm #but this is for me #he’s suffering

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Fuck i fucking love your art smmmm

Berserk boi

QUICK GIVE ME ALL YOUR BERSERK CACAOO HCSSS

Oh my god! Thank you so much! This totally made my day <33333

I'm so sorry this took so long, I've been really busy lately :(

(TW for gore mention)

So actually I headcanon that his berserk form is connected to his soul jam. Kind of like a little side effect. Y'know what use is a sword if not to harm others? If not to shed blood? (and also this sword hurts its owner too!) and it's the soul jam of resolution which is also dictionary definition, literally a firm decision that you're unwavering in. If Dark Cacao ever goes back on his decision to take the sword, guess what! He goes berserk until it consumes all of his life force and kills him. woo.

He used to be able to control the berserk form a little, being able to turn partially into it to fight and stuff. He did lose the power to do so as he got older. Turning into his half-form and full form basically torturing him every time he tried to use it. It also completely removes pretty much all mental capacity for intelligent thought, so he can't use it in a "productive" way even if he wanted to. Basically just blind destruction with no distinction between friend or foe.

(^that's actually the concept for the drawing you saw)

Personally, I have his berserk form more or less as kind of an allegory for illness, a physical manifestation of internal pain. He was making it a fuel to keep going instead of actually confronting the “bad stuff” that happened. He was taking how it hurt him and using that to keep going, instead of confronting it head-on and getting it to stop hurting him. Eventually, he couldn't keep doing this, it was destroying him and he was losing control. So now, he couldn’t use it for anything, aka, his pain isn't useful anymore. Anyway, he does still transform into his berserk form (albeit unintentionally) but only during times of extreme stress and triggers like certain sounds, textures, and tastes. It's also triggered through more physical means, if he stands too long his legs start turning to smoke, if he fights too long his eyes glow white, it's torture every time. In very special cases (Pomegranate Cookie) he goes full berserk, it usually takes him out for weeks, unable to do much, hardly able to take care of himself, much less able to make himself useful as a king or as a warrior.

Actually, after he stopped going berserk back in book 14, I think he was cut open pretty much everywhere underneath his armor. His guts were spilling out, and were barely contained by his armor. It basically cut him almost completely in half. He still managed to fight afterwards, obviously at great personal cost, but he was still able to fight. Weeks after, he could barely move, he was stuck in bed, and even small things like sitting up were a huge struggle. The only reason he's not dead is because of his soul jam, the same reason he was cursed in the first place. His immortality at the cost of eternal suffering and the like.

After book 14, he forces enough energy to attend the council of heroes (AKA Cookie Odyssey chapter 1) but the smallest things keep setting him off, turning him slightly berserk every time. He is spending every second he can lying down in his tent. It prevents his wounds from healing, and it also keeps him from thinking clearly. When he tried killing Clotted Cream the, admittedly very little, healing that was done was immediately reversed. He ended up barely functioning, with the only reason he was able to continue with the council was because Hollyberry noticed him limping and had Pure Vanilla heal him. Which only did so much, because it’s…A curse that's both caused by and stopped by his immortality, and you can't just fix that without probably killing him instantly. So, he doesn’t have a permanent solution, and he’s stuck with this until the end of time.

Thank you again for the ask. It was really fun to do! Sorry again for taking so long to finish it :(

#gore mention tw #death mention tw #Just a little though #dark cacao crk #dark cacao cookie #dark cacao kingdom #Crk #cr kingdom #cookie run au

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You know current normalisation of torture-porn is bad when both the far right and the far left decide it needs to go, and often times for the same reason. Also, I think left-wing guys, those who are more politcally active, are often oppenly creepier than guys who are on the more left-side of the political spectrum. Like, I heard one of the guys who studies in the same class he would like to marry a jewish woman to show her the position of Palestine. Or that epicly famous Vaush drama. Many more conservative guy support group do have nice messages. Not incels. F-ck incels. MGTOWs are barely healthier, and mostly seem like a group of traumatized guys who distrust anyone with an XX chromosome. But like the No-Nut november (because trying to quit porn addiction for a month challenge) and neo-stoician groups who don't think chugging alcohol makes one manly. Heck, most support groups who try to help men quit violent porn are right-wing, at least from what I noticed.

That's one of the reasons, but not the only one, why I don't care about the political stances of authors. I myself lean more traditionalist.

Anyways, I am an Innocent fan, and while I think it's messages were a bit cringe at the end...It's a good manga, relatively speaking. I also noticed, when he stuck to historical accuracy, everything was fine, plot-wise. I prefer his non-linear story telling actually. Because manga and comic are a medium that does serve you everything you need to know on a platter. Doesn't leave a lot of room for imagination and speculation, and it's this plot structure that I think work very well for manga.

Okay... that's a lot.

I also think there's a problem with violent porn, I haven't seen any because I don't enjoy looking at people going at it, but from descriptions it is quite disturbing. I'm glad I never seeked it out lol. I'm not sure what classifies as torture porn, but I guess it's the more abusive or disgusting type... that would legally qualify as torture in a different setting?

Yeah leftist men are scum a lot of the time, I've read somewhere that conservative men view women as private property and leftists as public property, and that's kind of how it is. I don't know what MGTOWs are, but incels honestly scare me... and, the antisemitism of that guy?? What the actual fuck. He should be medicated lol I'm sick of men thinking rape is a weapon of war, it helps no one, fixes nothing, just makes civillians suffer...

Oh and the conservatives are anti porn mostly because they find most porn immoral and against Christianity and not because it harms individuals, so like good for them but their reasons aren't perfect either.

And yeah authors can lie about their political stance and they do it quite a lot, so I also don't care about it. I don't care about Sakamoto's political stance, too, though I do think he has some questionable fetishes going on... he likes drawing torture, gore and creepy sex wayyy too much.

I also liked the structure! I didn't like Rouge though, I've read Innocent really quickly but with Rouge it took weeks. It was way too confusing. I wanna know what he smoked when writing this lol.

#nika gets political

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