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Various Tugs doodles (both digital and traditional) from the past month or so.
#finals are coming up so I haven't been able to do much personal art eek#hoping I can deliver a full drawing soon#this is tugs#tugs billy shoepack#tugs boomer#tugs ten cents#tugs sea rouge#tugs warrior#tugs grampus#my stuff
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Luocha Analysis + Theories
Ok I'm going to actually get my thoughts out about Luocha - who, as a character is incredibly suspicious even without knowledge of HI3
This took a while to compile so I do hope you'll give it a read.
Do take heed: There is a minor beta spoiler for one of Luocha's lightcones, but there is no story spoilers of any sort (even I stay away from those.)
please enjoy!
1. The coffin
Alright, I have a lot to say about this part since it's the main point of Interest surrounding his character so far.
So firstly, I don't believe you can take anything Luocha says as the full truth, he definitely lies in some of his dialogue although it is very subtle.
He says, early on when we meet him, that he was supposed to deliver the coffin or whatever was inside to the Xianzhou, yet he seems and even says that he was intending to leave the Luofu while he still had the coffin. This is really odd as it seemingly contradicts what he said before.
(These could be seen as him scheduling but still having enough time to deliver the coffin - however he was in Cloudford where is where nobody is supposed to be and where people would usually get ready to leave. Also a certain voiceline says that most outsiders call the Luofu the Xianzhou but he could still mean a different Xianzhou ship but as I'll get into later, I think it is a lie or he is going there for a different motive than he lets on.)
The main points we learn about the coffin in 1.0 is that he knows the individual inside the coffin, yet it is not a friend, relative, or sweetheart (This was a fun nod to HI3 tho)
You could say nothing is in the coffin anymore but later when Sushang tries to get some answers out if him about it he speaks as if, yes, there is still something or someone inside.
He says they only met once, and owed someone else a favor that required the "delivery" of the coffin and the thing/person inside to the Luofu. (I'll speak more on what I think of this later)
An interesting point that was brought up and that I do not believe is coincidental is that right after Kafka tells the MC how Aeons can die we cut right to Luocha explaining the same thing. He also stares at the Coffin whilst explaining how even Aeons will eventually die and reach the end of their life. This isn't a coincidence.
It relates to something, though we don't know yet. Sure he could be explaining in relation to death with the thing in the coffin but that seems too unimportant to be drawing so much attention to, mind you?
Whatever is in the coffin is very important and lore relevant, and I don't think there is any way it isn't.
(I'll get onto theories and more info at the end and in his Lightcones section)
2. The way his English voice actor speaks (with small notes from his JP one)
This may seem like a null point but I do think it is worth bringing up.
His English voice actor was given directions on how to act and this is very common with any actor, especially one like Luocha where what he says is important and has more than one way to interpret or say.
Lines like this one (image above) could be said with a flat or informing voice, or a kind and straightforward voice, what's important to note is that the voice actor, doesn't say it like that.
He speaks as if he is weary, he pauses at points that don't make sense when reading it, but gives off the appearance of being careful with what he's saying and is uncomfortable? Or uneasy with the subject at hand.
He also switches from a medium level of speaking to a very low voice, which is actually jarring and seems very odd (you could chalk this up to bad acting but by going thru the story you would see that this isn't the case and he is very talented.)
What important is that he seems to want to move on from the topic as soon as possible and even shortens his answers to simply yes or no, as if he wanted to quickly move the subject along - and when he couldn't he gave an inconclusive answer and forced the subject to be dropped.
(right here he gives the most vague and inconclusive answer he can give to end the conversation, he is ending it without really answering anything.)
(Stops the conversation.)
This is going away from the voice acting but I do think it adds to his unease and him ending the conversation the way he did.
Lastly I would like to talk about his JP voice actor at the end of Myriad Celestia Trailer: History of the Xianzhou.
I've seen a few people say that Luocha seems too happy at the end and that he sounds eerily like HI3 Otto, and I would have to agree, something is definitely up.
Also it is very interesting that he makes an appearance in this trailer and to me only solidifies his lore importance.
Also for who he is talking to it's the scared teacher man (Master Gongshu) and as of right now I can't figure out why Luocha would feel the need to talk to him to learn all this information.
3. Voice Lines From Other Characters
The voice lines are things I don't think many have looked into in a theory lens, but I have and I want to share my findings.
There isn't too much but Tingyun and Jing Yuan have very interesting lines I would love to dive into but first let's get the others outta the way.
Nothing too interesting of note here except the immortality line, there are a couple back ups to support what she is saying but simply not enough for me to consider this thus far.
The weak part is what I focused on and it does make me wonder if Luocha also had the same sickness Otto from HI3 had as a kid? Just things to think about.
Nothing really of note at all in this one but I do think it is funny he thinks Luocha's coffin is a 'sword casket' - though now that I do think about it this lends even more evidence to his words being lies since he was supposed to deliver it - although perhaps the coffin and the body do not come as a package.
ALRIGHT. This one is really fascinating. This proves that he was probably lying about having a meeting with Tingyun, or at least that he had it planned beforehand. Also, he is apparently not on record. The Whistling Flames is a merchant guild and Luocha says he has been to the Luofu many times as a merchant and traveller, this is very very odd. Makes me wonder if he is even a merchant at all.
Not to mention that Tingyun states that she can't remember him and that is weird. This is weird! She lives here and is IN the merchant guild, the fact that she's never seen him lends even more proof that he is also lying about being a merchant or at least being here before!
This is for Jing Yuan, and I honestly think it explains why he is watching Luocha in the Lightcone I'll discuss later
he shares that he doesn't think many merchants would act like him - like they didn't want or were in a hurry to do business at all. Makes it seem like he wasn't here to do business or be a merchant at all. I think Jing Yuan is very suspicious of Luocha and Luocha knows this (hence, lightcone.)
Also this is backed up by what Luocha says about Jing Yuan:
"The general not only knows how to reveal other people's intentions, but also skillfully hides his own and does it spectacularly. When you want to "prove" something, you have to be careful."
Anyway I think I'll touch more on this later, during the theory section but this is wild.
4. Lightcones
First up we have the one currently in the game
The description reads:
"On a bustling street he walks and walks. The sunlight closely follows his footsteps.
He makes a stop and picks up an umbrella to shade himself from the sun …and from that prying gaze."
this is obviously referring to Jing Yuan, who is keeping a close eye on him due to his odd manners. Luocha is aware of Jing Yuan watching him and picks up an umbrella to hide himself. This shows that Luocha probably knows of Jing Yuan's suspicions, however for some reason instead of trying to change Jing Yuan's mind, he simply hides himself from him. Perhaps he wishes to simply avoid him yet we do not know yet.
This one isn't in the game yet, and although it will be soon, this is a minor spoiler warning.
Next we have this one - and oh boy this one does imply a whole lot.
The description reads:
"Under the watch of the white irises, he knocks on the coffin. "Sometimes I feel I underestimated you by proposing this deal."
He receives no response other than a thorny branch piercing through his palm.
Yet he smiles, and tightly grasps the thorn, "Indeed. This is how it is. We wanted to use each other, and both ended up underestimating each other."
This is SO much. This teases so much it is actually insane how much it is trying to imply.
First off, it implies that whatever is in the coffin - is alive.
This also makes it seem like the favor itself maybe was a cover up for this "deal" which he seems to have made with the person in the coffin.
Between Luocha and the entity in the coffin, they both had something they wanted to gain from the other, they both probably wanted to take advantage of the deal and each other - but ended up - as they said, underestimating each other.
The entity in the coffin seems to be able to control these "vines" and is seemingly quite unhappy with Luocha or the situation since he stabs his hand.
It's also interesting to note it seems like this Lightcone takes place in a church. There is a lot of symbolism in this, but I am not knowledgeable to say more on it at this time.
I want to get into this right now - and luckily I can because for the last section I have today is -
5. Theories and Possibilities
Ok so first I want to touch on who could be in the coffin, and I've narrowed it down to only two possibilities.
Void Archives
An Aeon
These are the only things that stay consistent with all information we have thus far.
For Void Archives - he fits the description of being not friend nor family, and it would be very fitting for them to have only met once before this situation came to be.
This explains what happened to Void Archives and it also fits very very well with Luocha's second Lightcone description. It fits well with HI3 Otto and VA , and I do think it matches up too well to be something small or insignificant.
even if VA is not in the coffin I am pretty confident he has something to do with Luocha or WILL have something to do with Luocha in the future - it is simply too much of a story opportunity.
As for it being an Aeon - He looks at the coffin while speaking on how Aeons can die - also he bears the name fool in one of his eidolons and one of his skills. This bears resemblance to someone who apparently majorly injured Nanook...the presumably final boss at this point in time, ...and again bares resemblance to Otto from HI3 (a lot of his skills and eidolons have easter eggs).
However these are not end all be all's and it's way to early in the game to make any substantial theories for this. Especially when it could be someone or something completely new.
No, I do not think Kallen is in the box.
While I do think it is a possibility, it is not likely. The way he speaks to the coffin in the lightcone is not one of love - it is of something more serious and important to him, but seemingly in a more dangerous way than a loving way. There is a small allusion to the thorn seemingly about to pierce his heart but I still think that relates to a different symbolism than "Oh it's just Kallen."
Also while there is more evidence I do think Hoyo wants to do something new with his character, however instead of making him good like more people thought, they are probably doing something else.
Luocha placed or activated the Stellaron
I do believe that Luocha either brought the Stellaron or activated it. However with the timeline of events being the way it is, I suspect he simply brought it but did not activate it.
Kafka said that the person who brought it and the person who activated it have different goals, so this makes sense with the lore presented thus far. None the less he came here for a different reason than trading, and of that I am certain.
Ending Thoughts
All in all Luocha is one of the most intriguing Honkai: Star Rail characters and I am very excited as to where they choose to take their story, there are so many unanswered questions and at this point it would be very odd to not elaborate or for him to just be fully good.
This is only as much I could stand to talk about today, I could write even more about his medical usage, his relation to the abundance, his potential to be an emanator and how Dan Heng and Luocha possibly know each other but I think I'll wait until 1.1 comes out, I hope you enjoyed my crazed ramblings haha.
#honkai star rail#hsr#luocha#void archives#hsr theory#I am perfectly sane#*spent 2 hours writing this*#hsr luocha
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#𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.
🎀 asked ↺ HPLY SHIT FLAMEBRINGER HAS ME DOWN BAD. HIS VOICE. THE EDGE MIXED WITH A LOVE FOR FLOWERS... NEW SARKAZ BOY ACQUIRED /VPOS. i feel like he's either the sweetest lover or wants to take you from behind and fuck you into oblivion. there is no in-between.
cw. sub!reader, mean!flamebringer, rough sex, cumming inside (use condoms irl!!), big cock, overstimulation, dacryphilia, possessive behaviors, size kink, strength kink, hickies, blood kink, mating press, full nelson, doggy style & sex marathons. MINORS DNI!!
art credit. (please go check 'em out, art is super good!! they do have nsfw art so minors beware!!)
he's the type of boyfriend who would use you as his personal armrest, but if someone else tries it, he swings at them then acts like he didn't just try to start a fight. honestly the man is so unpredictable but i'm pretty sure he'd be less of a menace to you at the very least, letting you fall asleep on his admittedly comfy chest without voicing a complaint once. and good luck trying to pry him off of you when he's fallen asleep on you, bc that man has an absolute death grip and he's not gonna let go anytime soon.
flamebringer can and will fuck you into oblivion, his calloused hands tightly gripping your waist as he slams himself against your backside over and over. his cock spreads you open far wider than what could be considered normal, reaching so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. each brutish thrust pricks at nerves that have you sobbing and babbling stupidly, erasing any figments of thoughts or cares. there's nothing to ground you, nothing to think of but the way flamebringer fucks you into the mattress until he finally cums, painting your insides white with thick creamy globs. but just once isn't enough to satisfy him — the sarkaz needs the entirety of rhodes island to know who's fucking you this good. he won't stop until his stamina has run out and he's emptied his heavy balls into you, even if you're beyond exhausted by that point.
the hickies and deep bites he leaves behind are the type that stand out like a sore thumb and take weeks to heal up entirely. all the makeup in the world can't hide the indents of his teeth against your collarbone, or the love bites decorating the sides of your neck. and that doesn't even begin to account for the mess he made on the rest of your body. his bites tear deep enough to draw blood, the pain triggering fat tears to stain your cheeks, and he watches with a primal sort of hunger when he watches you sob like that. it's gotten to the point where you've begun to become terribly aroused by the searing pain, your mind so fogged that you can only focus on the painful pleasure that flamebringer delivers. and all of it is done with a purpose, since he's got such a nasty possessive streak on him, smug arrogance filling his chest when he watches you make a feeble, and admittedly pathetically adorable, attempt at walking after he'd just finished blowing out your backside.
flamebringer's strength is the source of his fiery pride, especially since he can use it to his advantage when he wants to fuck you senseless. he can, without a doubt, fuck you in full nelson, arms hooked under your plush thighs, his self-control cracking with each warbled moan escaping your lips. mating press has to be his absolute favorite, however, since he can watch each cute expression you make and be able to crush you beneath him, snuffing out any hopes you have of attempting to crawl away from him. the position allows him to reach even deeper, his fat cock brushing against sensitive nerves that leave you jolting and desperately clinging onto him. he just finds it so cute that you're chanting his name — stupidly babbling it like it's the only thing you can even remember. and of course, each time he cums, each load will stay safely nestled deep inside your oversensitive hole. at least, until he pulls out, your gaping walls unable to keep his seed from dripping out.
keep being this cute and pliant for him and he really may never want to ever let you go. it's only a matter of time before he can truly claim you as his♡
#lati thirsts#🎀 anon#arknights x reader#arknights smut#flamebringer#flamebringer x reader#flamebringer smut
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Hii! This is my first time giving a request, so if I do anything wrong, I'm sorry. Well, I wanted to ask if you could write about Geto being with an artistic s/o. Also, I love the way you write him, so keep going on!!! Thank youu ( ＾ω＾)🩷
note: hi anon! so sorry for the late response, school has been hell for a while. thank you for your kind words! it really keeps me going! hopefully i can deliver more suguru stuff soon <3
characters: geto
warnings: none, fluff
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⁜ i've always thought geto would be artistic and stylish in a non-curses au (que the tattoo artist geto fanarts)
⁜ so i can imagine him being the it couple with an artistic gf (me that's me)
⁜ he'd be very supportive and interested in your art, that goes without saying. geto is very attentive when it comes to his partners, he knows every small detail about you
⁜ he'd encourage you to go beyond your comfort zone and develop your own style
⁜ you'd be working on a new project and find suguru watching you endearingly
⁜ PAINTING DATES!!!!!!! AT THE PARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WITH WHITE WINE AND STRAWBERRIES!!!!!!!'!!!!!
⁜ he is for sure your muse, but not as much as you are his. whether he is an artist of some sort or not, you are forever his insipiration for anything he does. you honestly affect his life much more than you could imagine. he looks up at you a lot, no matter the age
⁜ you two met at an art gallery
⁜ he follows plays and exhibitions to surprise you
⁜ he'll allow you to paint on his bare back. it's honestly very sexy
⁜ surprisingly, he never asked you to draw him. in his mind, he thinks pushing you to do something before it comes to you naturally restricts your art, but for you, you feel like he doesn't like your style. imagine how surprised you are when you find out he had every picture of your pieces in an album on his phone, and imagine his surprise when he finds out a whole widespread full of sketches of him
⁜ he'd happily let you design a tattoo
⁜ buys you supplies before you run out
⁜ although he's your number 1 supporter, there are times where he's overwhelmed with your artistic crisises lol
⁜ constantly makes fun of the stereotypical daddy's money obnoxious lives in a penthouse in soho arty marties that hit on you
⁜ very knowledgable about art history
⁜ his favorite time of the day is when he comes back home from work to find you working on a project in your room with low lights and a faint music heard from the background. it takes away the stress for him and suddenly he forgets all about his problems for the day
thank you for reading! sorry this is short, but i felt like i was going off track so i decided to keep it simple. hope you all enjoyed it!!
#suguru geto#geto#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jjk headcanons#jjk hcs#geto fluff#suguru geto fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk fluff#geto suguru#geto suguru fluff#geto suguru imagine#sweet
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Punishment
Pairing: Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut, this is actually really filthy. Like, ao3 level. Really hope nobody i know irl finds this.
Notes: This is pretty similar in plot to “My Pretty Girl”. If you like this one, feel free to check that one out. Requested by @ewanqdineh
It had been a mistake from the start, but she didn’t realize that until it was too late. (Y/N) had been talking to another orderly, smiling and touching his arm.
As soon as the other man was gone, Peter came up behind her. “Go to my room.” He whispered in her ear. She could feel his hands ghosting her hips, his lips right beside her ear. “Wait for me there.”
She waited with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. When he entered the room, she sprang up as he stood in front of her. Peter’s eyes were filled with quiet fury as he looked down at her. “Why?” He asked, voice deceptively calm. “Why do you insist on testing my patience?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” (Y/N) replied, but the look in her eyes betrayed her.
“You’re mine.” He hissed. “Not his, not anyone else’s.” He paused, walking over to his bed and sitting down. “Strip.”
She did, peeling off her uniform and her undergarments.
“Come here.” He held out his hand to her, pulling her close. “Kneel.” Peter commanded, looking angelic and yet so corrupted.
She kneeled in front of him. He undid his pants, pulling out his cock and positioning it in front of her face. “You know what to do.” He told her. Reaching over to run his fingers through her hair, he pulled her head closer as she took him into her mouth.
He set a steady rhythm once she got used to the feeling. His hand holding her hair, moving her. Making sure she knew he was in control.
He sped up the rhythm, delighting in the noises she made as he hit deeper. Seeing the outline of his cock in her throat. With one hand, he reached down to encircle her throat. Not enough to restrict breathing, his cock was already succeeding in doing that. But just to feel himself inside of her and because he knew how much (Y/N) loved knowing that he could kill her if he wanted to. They both know he wouldn’t really do it, he didn’t think he was really capable of living without her.
When he finally let go of her, she collapsed onto the ground in front on him, catching her breath. He brushed the tears from her eyes and stroking her hair.
She got back into a kneeling position when she was ready to continue, and he responded by helping her up and draping her body over his knees. She breathed deeply, feeling vulnerable in her naked and post throat-fucked state and but almost shivering in aroused anticipation. He had full power over her, but she wasn’t ready to admit how much she loved it.
Peter rubbed his hand over her ass, before removing the hand to deliver a harsh slap to her behind. (Y/N) gasped at the sharp pain as he resumed rubbing the spot he hit. “It’s okay. You can handle it.” His voice was soothing and she knew he was right. She knew that if she needed him to stop, he would. She didn’t want him to stop. “Count for me.” He told her.
“One.” The sound of his hand hitting her skin sending a wave of arousal to her core.
“Two.” She rubbed her thighs together, trying to gain some type of relief.
“Three.” She was so turned on that she could barely think straight. They continued like that until she hit ten and he stopped.
“You’re dripping, little one.” His voice was almost gleeful as he ran his hand over her thigh. “Do you enjoy your punishments?”
“Please, Peter.” (Y/N) begged, giving up on dignity. “Touch me.”
His hand was so close to her cunt. “Are you sure you deserve it? Wouldn’t you rather I leave you here for him? You clearly want him.”
“No.” Her voice was nothing but a pathetic gasp. “Just you. Please. No one but you.”
Peter laughed.
“That’s all I wanted to hear, pet.” He said, finally rubbing over her slit, drawing a loud moan from (Y/N). His touch was slow at first, torturous. He wound her up, taking his hand from her warmth when she seemed to get closed to her peak. After only a few minutes she was shaking and sobbing, and it was only then when he plunged his fingers into her.
As she came, he buried the fingers on his hand that wasn’t in her cunt, into her mouth. Keeping her from being too loud. “Good girl.” He told her. “There you go.”
He pulled her off his lap, moving her onto his bed. This time, he was the one kneeling, face level with her cunt. As he licked over her slit, he grabbed her hips. Pulling her closer to his face.
“Peter.” She moaned, reaching down to bury her hand in his hair. Needing something to ground her. She came once again as he harshly sucked on her clit.
He stood up, climbing on top of her on the bed as he leaned down to kiss her. His face still covered in her slick.
She wrapped her arm around him, pulling him close as he kissed her. Reaching down to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his nimble fingers, she moans as he finally inserted himself into her.
Fucking into her, his thrusts deep but by no means slow, he watched (Y/N) face as she feel apart beneath him. Her gasps as he hit the sweet spots deep inside of her were heavenly to him.
As she reached her third and final orgasm, her cunt clenching around him pulled his own climax out of him.
Peter collapsed beside her, feeling his lover nudge closer to cuddle up next to him. He wrapped his arm around her. “You stay away from him from now on, you understand?” He said, face buried in her hair. “I can’t keep you safe if you refuse to stay with me.”
“Okay. Okay.” (Y/N) nodded, still breathing heavily. She looked over at the godlike man beside her. “You’re all I need.”
#stranger things#peter ballard#001#peter ballard x reader#vecna#henry creel x reader#henry creel#peter ballard smut#smut#stranger things x reader#stranger things smut#my fics
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An Alabama family has hired an attorney after one of their dogs was shot and injured Sunday by an Amazon driver attempting to deliver a package to their home outside of Birmingham.
Police in Hueytown, located about 13 miles southwest of Birmingham, declined to charge the driver after determining that he shot the dog in self-defense. But the Kirk family claims that the dog was chained on the porch and that the driver had no reason to be on their property since they had not ordered a package.
“If you notice dogs, why are you steadily walking toward the dog if they’re a threat to you?” Rose Kirk, the homeowner, told WLBT. “If I don’t know a dog, I’m not going to go near it.”
Kirk told Birmingham news stations that she was inside her home with her children Sunday night when she saw the Amazon delivery truck parked outside her home.
Moments later, she said she heard a single gunshot.
In surveillance video released by the family to local news stations, the two smaller dogs, Solar and Lunar, can be seen lounging on the porch of the home as the driver slowly approaches. When he notices the dogs, he can be seen drawing a handgun and shooting Solar as both dogs run off the porch toward him.
"He noticed them, but instead of backing off, he did not back off," Kirk told WLBT, adding that she hadn't even been expecting a package. "He had no reason to be on my property.”
Patrol officers with the Hueytown Police Department were dispatched to Kirk's home and interviewed the driver, who had fled down the road.
"It was reported that the dog was being very aggressive and charged at the delivery driver," the department said in a news release shared on Facebook. "The driver, who was armed, fired a single shot at the dog in an attempt to get away."
"Through the investigation by patrol officers on scene, it was determined that there was nothing more to this investigation rather than a delivery driver attempting to defend himself," the release said.
Kirk family hires attorney
The family rescued both dogs in 2017 from the Birmingham Humane Society, according to WLBT.
Solar survived the shooting, but now suffers from internal bleeding after the bullet entered his shoulder and exited his chest, according to the family. The family has set up a GoFundMe page seeking donations to cover the cost of Solar's veterinary expenses.
The Kirk family has also hired a Birmingham-based attorney "as legal counsel to investigate the matter," according to a statement provided to USA TODAY.
"At this time, the focus of the Kirk family is on the continued recovery of Solar and working to heal themselves emotionally after this tragedy," attorney Travis McCormick said in the statement. "Solar is still recovering at this time from his injuries and remains under the care of his veterinarian. However, the family remains hopeful that Solar will soon make a full recovery and return back to his loving family that misses him dearly."
Amazon said drivers prohibited from carrying guns
The shooting occurred around the same time that a woman in Georgia accused an Amazon driver of attempting to steal her family's puppy from their front yard.
Whether or employed by Amazon or a third party, the company's drivers are prohibited from carrying firearms regardless of state and local laws, Austin Stowe, an Amazon spokesperson told USA TODAY in a statement. Delivery drivers are, however, permitted to carry non-lethal deterrents for self-defense as long as they are legal.
“We are in touch with the customer and we’ve reached out to Hueytown Police Department as they investigate," Stowe said in the statement. "The driver involved is no longer delivering packages for Amazon.”
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Love Notes
Inspired by this post by @loveronlineee
It was such a sweet piece and it reminded me of Breezy and how I’ve always been jealous of her artistic abilities and anyone else who can draw/paint/sculpt/anything art related. Not that writing isn’t art! We paint beautiful pictures in readers’ minds with just words but something about drawing has always captivated me and eluded me. So please enjoy this fic from my very jealous point of view!
Pairing: Eddie x writer!reader
Warnings: jealousy and terrible poetry! I promise I’m a good poet I’m just rusty 😂😂
Why is he so pretty?
Why doesn’t he smile at me like that?
Maybe he would if you actually talked to him.
Yeah that’ll never happen.
Man, do I have to stop talking to myself.
You shook yourself from your thoughts and came back to reality. You tried your best to focus on your poorly drawn sketch in front of you but laughter from the back corner kept stealing your attention.
Eddie and Brianna sat in the back row, chatting and laughing away. You could see her drawing from your seat and you were blown away by her talent. She was an amazing artist and you were secretly envious of her talent. You struggled to draw a simple flower or stick figure, let alone a full portrait of someone.
Your partner was out for the day so you had nothing but time to sit and be jealous. You pulled out your notebook and favorite pen and began to write.
Writing was your choice of artistic medium. Maybe it wasn’t so much a choice as a calling, but you were able to paint colorful pictures with nothing but black and white words. Or at least that’s what your eighth grade English teacher had told you when she boasted to your parents about your latest story at your annual parent teacher meeting.
You began to scribble a few words here and there but before you knew it you were writing with a certain fluffy haired boy in mind.
Meet me at the corner
Of your dreams and mine
We’ll walk hand in hand
With nothing but time
I’ll tell you my worries
You’ll tell me your fears
Your skin will brush mine
Wiping my tears.
And that’s where we’ll part
At the end of the night,
Leaving our story
In darkened starlight
You looked back at Eddie who was studying his portrait with awe. You wished he’d look at you like that.
Maybe he could. Maybe not at you but maybe your writing.
You looked down at your poem and had a gutsy thought.
You excused yourself to the bathroom but made a beeline to the lockers instead. You knew Eddie’s locker, across and three down from your own. You slipped the folded up piece of paper into it before you could change your mind.
You raced back to class, having only a few minutes left before it got out. Eddie and Brianna were still chatting in the back but his eyes flickered to yours for a second when you walked in.
No more than a few minutes later did the bell ring and you bolted from the room again. You threw your books in your locker and waited for Eddie. He sauntered over to his not long after and as soon as he opened it up the paper fell out.
He looked around, confused, before picking it up. His eyes scanned the words and you swore you saw the corners of his lips twitch into a smile.
He folded the paper back up and put it in his jacket pocket, closed his locker and walked away with a big smile on his face. Seeing how happy he was made your heart swell knowing that you were the cause- even if he didn’t.
The next note was delivered a week later. A sweet little poem about luscious hair and passion-filled eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at the blush that crept onto his face when he read it.
Your little surprises continued on for the next few weeks and you decided to leave the notes in his locker after school, worried he might catch you one day out of class. You left them on days you knew he had his Hellfire Club meetings, hoping he’d check his locker at the end, taking home your sweet musings.
Eddie did happen to check after a meeting one night, the little note falling out. His heart began to race which was a common occurrence whenever he read the poems.
He thought they were incredibly sweet and couldn’t believe someone thought that way about it. Which is why, at first, he thought it was some sort of prank. After a few more notes, however, he figured no one would draw out a joke for so long.
He had tried waiting by his locker after school, but you always waited longer. You had a part time job in the library after school so you were there later than everyone else anyway.
Your poems were Eddie’s little escape from the normal bullshit of Hawkins High. One day during lunch, he and Jason got into a pretty bad fight, nasty insults being thrown both ways. You knew that Eddie only acted tough but enough torture would break anyone down eventually. Your poem was a little sad that day, but you hoped he would still appreciate it.
And appreciate it, he did. He read it over and over again before holding it tightly to his chest.
How could I not admire you?
From the confidence that drips like venom from your lips
to the fearless attitude that you convey.
I know the exterior has hardened from time- a carefree boy that’s been hidden away.
And your boisterous voice is not chance, but a choice
To show people around you that you’re not afraid
Just know that we’re all trying to figure it out-
How to get out of this sad world unscathed.
You are not alone.
He almost started to tear up when he read it, feeling vulnerable that someone could see through his tough exterior.
The next day in English, everyone had to read their short story in front of the class. Public speaking was never your strong suit but you tried your best to just focus on the story in front of you. Your hands were shaking and it was hard to take a deep breath. You looked up and saw that no one was really paying attention which helped ease your nerves. Even Eddie, in the back row of course, was doodling in his notebook.
You began your story about a young woman, a fallen Angel, hellbent on revenge. She was a badass, confident warrior- very much your opposite.
A few people began to really listen, enthralled by your words. Eddie was half listening, too busy with his new hellfire logo design.
“-and the words dripped from her lips like venom, poisoning the hearts of those around her-“
Eddie’s head shot up. Did you just say almost the exact same thing that was in the poem? Maybe it was a coincidence? Probably not, who else would write something like that?
He listened closer to your words, noticing a certain similarity to the rhythm and style in which you wrote. His heart began to beat faster and his palms got sweaty.
You finished your story and nervously looked up at the room, fidgeting in front of everyone’s stare. They began lightly clapping at the instruction of your teacher. Eddie clapped the loudest which made you look back at him. His eyes didn’t break from your gaze which made your stomach do a flip.
Eddie continued to stare at the back of your head for the rest of the class. Afterward, he rushed to lunch so he could talk to his friends.
“Guys, I think I figured out who’s been leaving me notes,” he said as soon as he sat down. Everyone stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He tried to nonchalantly look over at you and motioned with a slight nod of his head. Everyone turned at once, making him roll his eyes.
“(y/n)? The crazy amazing writer that’s won like every writing contest there ever was? She’s leaving you love notes?” Mike asked.
“You know her?” Eddie asked, almost sounding desperate.
“Uh, kinda? She helps Nancy out with the paper every once in a while. She even had dinner at our house once,” he remembered.
“She’s super nice,” Gareth added.
“How do you know her?” Eddie questioned.
“She was my partner on a history project once. She did most of the work thankfully. That’s probably the only time I got an A in history,” he chuckled.
“Am I the only person who doesn’t know her?” Eddie sighed.
“And yet, you’re the only one she’s leaving love notes for,” Dustin purred.
“Well we don’t know that. She could be leaving them for twenty different guys- you know- casting a wide net,” Lucas said. Everyone glared at him.
“Thanks, buddy, that really helps,” Eddie mumbled.
Eddie looked over at you and admired you. How had he not noticed you before? Especially since you seemed to have noticed him quite a bit. He wanted to get to know you, but first, he had to make sure it was actually you leaving the poems.
“Would you guys be okay with switching the meeting to Thursday night instead of Tuesday next week?” He asked.
“I guess?”
“Why?”
“What are you gonna do?”
“Please tell me you’re not gonna stalk that poor girl,” Dustin sighed. Eddie smirked at his friends and clapped his hands together.
“Guys, I’m gonna get me a girlfriend. That’s what I’m gonna do.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“If you say so.”
Everyone went back to their lunch and talking about their next campaign. Eddie could hardly focus; he was too excited for the upcoming week.
You finished cleaning up the library and, like every other Tuesday night, you went to put a poem in Eddie’s locker. You slipped it in easily enough and headed down the hall toward the parking lot. You rounded the corner and crashed into a somebody. Your scream of surprise quickly turned into an awkward spilling of apologies.
You finally looked to see who it was, your heart nearly stopping when you saw Eddie’s smirking face looking back at you. He was still leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking as calm as ever.
“Hey, (y/n),” he said with a smile.
“H-hi, Eddie,” you squeaked. You tried to move around him but he stepped in front of you.
“You’re here late.”
“Um, yeah, I work in the library after school,” you said. “I should be getting home.”
You hadn’t planned on running into Eddie and you very much wanted the interaction to end. You weren’t prepared for this to happen and you didn’t know what to say. He would probably figure out that you were the ones leaving notes if he went to go check his locker. He would be smart enough to put the pieces together.
“What’s the rush, sweetheart? We never get the chance to talk.”
“We do get the chance, we just never do,” you shrugged.
“And why is that? Because words would drip like venom from your lips?” He asked. Eddie chewed on his nails nervously, hoping you’d catch on.
“M-my story? You liked it?” You hoped that’s all he was talking about.
“Your story was amazing, don’t get me wrong, but I’m more of a poetry guy myself,” he spoke, slowly taking a step toward you.
“I-is that so?”
“Yeah! In fact, I’ve recently found my new favorite.” He took another step toward you and was pleased when you didn’t move away. “Were you ever gonna tell me it was you?”
You contemplated lying, but it seems that he already figured it out. You cursed yourself for using the exact same line from the story in your poem.
“Probably not,” you said honestly. He frowned a little bit.
“Why not? Do you not want to talk to me? Because I can go and we can forget this ever happened.” Maybe he misjudged the situation. Maybe it was a joke or maybe you left secret notes so no one would know you liked the freak. You could see the doubt creeping onto his face and it broke your heart.
“No, I do want to talk to you! I just…I don’t really know how. And I figured you didn’t want to talk to me so…I just wrote instead,” you mumbled.
“Why wouldn’t I want to talk to you? You seem pretty damn amazing,” he laughed softly.
“I’m not amazing. I’m not a crazy talented artist or some hot cheerleader. I’m just me.”
“Uh, yeah, that’s kinda what I like about you. You’re not a fake asshole like almost everyone else here. You just keep to yourself and do your own thing,” he said.
He grabbed your hand and tugged to get you to look at him. Your eyes had fallen to your shoes, hating when you’d let your insecurities show.
“Can I take you on a date?” He asked. Your eyes widened in surprise.
“I’d really like that Eddie,” you finally smiled. A wide grin broke out on his face.
“On one condition though.” You smile faltered and you raised your eyebrow. “You have to keep writing me poems.”
“I think I can do that,” you laughed. Eddie leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. He intertwined his fingers with yours and led you from the school, walking you to your car with the promise of picking you up for your date on Friday night.
Maybe being a writer isn’t so bad after all.
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Taglist: @mellomadness @thebookbakery @dootys @munsaniac @tiredwritersworld @mrsdarcyinlovewithbuckybarnes @rafecameronswhore
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Santa Claus: Paganism or Commercialism
Probably one of the most recognizable icons of Western Winter holidays is Santa Claus. A plump man in a red coat with long white beard who gives presents to well behaved children on Christmas. But where did this character come from? I'm sure many reading will point out old Saint Nick as the origin. Others will draw comparisons to the Holly King and Green man. And there's at lest a few people convinced the whole thing is just a way to get us to buy more during the holidays.
Creation of Santa Claus is largely credited to Clement Clarke Moore, the Author of The Night Before Christmas. He says he combined traits of Saint Nicholas and his Dutch Handyman for descriptors. He's also the one who gave Santa his flying sleigh and reindeer. But he still called the character Saint Nicholas. The Name Santa Claus is thanks to Dutch immigrants who came to America. They called Saint Nicholas 'Sinterklass' which caught on as Santa Claus.
So who is Saint Nicholas that this Santa Claus is apparently based on? Well according to the stories, during the early Christianization of Rome, there was a man was extreme wealth and generosity named Nicholas. He would see people in need and not hesitate to help, expecting nothing in return. He also had a power to know who was guilty and who was innocent. Nicholas became a Bishop and after death, ascended to be a Saint. He is the patron Saint of Charity and Children.
So now he's got some kick ass Saint powers, and can keep on doing cool stuff. And the stories say he did. He would make more food to have enough to go around. Keep people safe. Heal children who died too soon. People loved this guy! They would celebrate him on December 6th; the day of his supposed passing. Children would leave their shoes outside hoping for a treat from the passing Saint.
Okay so, clearly Santa Claus has Christian Roots. Why do people think he's pagan. Well, for a few centuries, things start to get a little muddled. See, the Romans were like a cultural and religious melting pot. So over the thousand years of Saint Nick doing his thing, Christmas started absorbing aspects of other holidays like Saturnalia and Winter Solstice; even changing the date to better line up with these other events. And if you look at some depictions of art from before the Red suit was standard, Santa can sometimes be seen in greens with holly and mistletoe. So If the only information you have is 'Christmas Celebrations are based on Pagan Traditions' it's not a big mental leap to assume Santa is one of those Pagan Traditions.
But the truth of the matter is we didn't have a visual standard until the past 100 years or so. Saint Nick and Winter gift giving exploded in popularity all over Europe, but after a thousand years, baby Jesus took over. Maybe to put the focus back on him? But that didn't seem to remain popular, so a new, meaner version of Nicholas appeared. And I'm not talking about Krampus. His appearance and mannerisms varied from region to region. He would flog or kidnap disruptive children. It was basically all punishment, no reward. Not very magical.
Then people come to the new World of America. A new life, a new outlook, a new way to raise children. They brought with them their story of Saint Nick, now called Santa Claus, and Started telling stories about how he was sequestered away. Far north in the north pole, a place uninhabitable by normal people. He lives there, making toys with his elves, and flies around the world in a single night delivering toys to all the nice children. I never really thought about it much, but the story of Santa Claus really is a Uniquely American Folk Tale.
One last thing; how did Santa Claus Get his signature look? As I mentioned, the story the Night Before Christmas is What cements Santa as Fat, Jolly, and with a full white beard. But he mentions nothing of the colour of his clothes. Many people think that the red suit is from Coca-Cola ads, as before that he was always dressed in green. While I think it's true the Coca-Cola ads help popularize red as Santa's Color, they were far from the first to choose red. Add to that, if red was not selected, there's no guarantee he would be green. When people started illustrating the story The Night Before Christmas, lots of versions of Santa were made. One where he was in all yellow. Another where he was of short stature and brown. Icey blues. All kinds of ideas. Doing research, it seems Thomas Nast was the one who established the look of Santa. He dressed him in red to complement is rosy red nose, gave his coat white trim, a black belt, and topped it off with the signature Santa Hat.
Now that Santa had a Standard uniform, kids could recognize him instantly. Malls started to set up areas where you could take your kids to see Santa, encouraging you to go to shopping. Products need only draw a Santa on their package and boom, limited seasonal item. Sometimes it feel like Santa Claus was Created just to sell us stuff. But he wasn't. He wasn't even created to guilt us into a faith. He was created to bring a little magic a wonder into the holiday season. Regardless of what holiday you may be celebrating. Santa doesn't care. Santa only cares that if you are kind, that kindness should be rewarded.
#Santa#Santa Claus#saint nicholas#Saint Nick#American Folklore#Christmas#saturnalia#winter solstice#charity#children#holiday#december#folktale#fairytale#folklore#klickwitch#food and folklore
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One Horseman of War, One Horseman of Conquest, The Fallen of Revenge and a Wrath demon go a hunting....
The sound of barking could be heard through the trees as Dalton and Derp, the Queen’s puppies, tracked the human. Centuries of fighting and training meant that neither Mithos nor Arioch had to reign them in as they went. They were not going to get distracted by anything. Using their supernatural powers along with their own agility and strength, the obstacles in their way were no problem. Judging from the sounds all of them heard in the forest around them, that was a good thing. Things were waking up, things those who were looking for Amaya would prefer to avoid. Things that were hungry and would love the snack of a human.
Suddenly Dalton lunged forward and increased his pace, Derp following a moment later and they both were going full tilt with the four males close on their heels. As they cleared another couple of fallen logs, the men came to a halt. In front of them, the pups had transformed from their cerberus forms back into small corgi puppies. Since the female human was in front of them, unconscious on the forest floor, that wasn’t completely surprising. What was, however, was that she was covered in what appeared to be some kind of hybrid of a chinchilla, a squirrel, and a rabbit. None of them had seen the small creatures in Imperium before.
“What are they?” Mithos asked, leaning a little closer with his eyes narrowing and head tilting. They were…cute?
“Do I look like a nature guide, asshole?” Arioch replied, not sure if the things were safe or not, but clearly not liking the situation at hand. He too was studying them but cautious.
“Rodents, idiots.” Answered Cruz, thoroughly annoyed with everyone and everything, who stepped forward to clear them off of the human. This is when the whole group made another discovery. Unlike Earthly rodents that have the four main front teeth, these had two rows on top and bottom of what looked like shark’s teeth, hundreds of them; and they looked none too happy about the King coming closer to Amaya’s body.
“Well, that’s…different…”Ollyl commented, his brows drawing together as a look of unease settled over his face. He then blew out a breath that puffed out his cheeks. This changed things, and made them more difficult.
“They haven’t eaten her. She’s alive. But they won’t let us near her….” Cruz knelt down a short distance from them, one hand absentmindedly rubbing his chin as he thought over the situation. Killing the creatures would be easy, but that would draw predators to them, and since they couldn’t trace Amaya, they’d at least need a minute or two to get her settled for one of them to carry her.
“I guess…that’s…positive?” Mithos stated hesitantly, hoping it was. He considered they were saving her for later, which didn’t make him feel any better.
As the others were trying to figure out some kind solution, Olly walked over and knelt down and whistled to Dalton. “Go ask your friends to please get off the nice lady. We need to get her to safety. If they bite us, we have to hurt them, and that might hurt her. Can you please do that?” He ruffled the fur on the top of the pup’s head.
Dalton and Derp had been yipping at the creatures who had been squeaking back while the men had been considering the situation. Olly hoped that maybe, just maybe they were actually communicating. He knew that Abriella’s dogs were not normal dogs by any stretch of the imagination and understood him fine, now if they could just get the creatures to understand. Soon enough, it seemed he was right since the little things started getting off of her, but then apparently they had made some kind of deal in order to accomplish this.
As the little furry beings were getting off of Amaya, Dalton and Derp started picking them up in their mouths and delivering them to the feet of each of the men. All except Olly. The little creatures started climbing their pants as soon as they were deposited, some finding pockets to go into while others kept going higher. “Uh, I think they want out of the forest too, and the dogs promised them a ride to the Palace. Maybe put them in the garden with the pixies? I’m sure they’d love some Tribbles.” Olly shrugged as he got a death glare from Cruz who now had one sitting on his shoulder.
“Tribbles?! Did you see the teeth on that one that snarled at Cruz?” Arioch asked as one started snuggling into his pocket. “Ummm..shit..we’re really going to do this, huh?” He blew out a sigh as another one started to fall off of his pant leg and he caught it and stuck it in another pocket. Abriella should be glad he loved her cute ass.
“Just get these damned things and get them to the garden.” Cruz grumbled, but was standing there with two in one of his large hands, petting them like a cat. “Olly, since you’ve been spared, get the human to Abriella and Arch.” He shook his head. He knew that his sister was going to have one of these damn things as a pet and it would end up in his room…he knew it. Just like the pups during thunderstorms.
Watching Cruz with the two fuzzballs in his hands was about to make Olly breakout in laughter, but the task at hand was serious, so he nodded and went over to scoop Amaya up off of the ground. A couple of the furry beings didn’t want to leave her and used their teeth and claws to hold onto her plaid flannel shirt. “Guess I’m taking a couple with me. Your sister is going to LOVE this!” Olly rolled his eyes, still trying to fight outright laughter, and then unfurled his wings just enough to get them off of the ground.
“Not as much as Arch. Just don’t let him take one into his lab, these things have teeth and I don’t want them ending up in my room pissed and looking for their missing brother. Or, worse, him making one of them our size!” Arioch replied sarcastically as he watched the Horseman of Conquest slowly rising and navigating the branches overhead. Thankfully the trees did have some space between them up higher, which is why the underbrush was so overgrown and had given them such problems.
“We have them all, let’s get the fuck out of here. These things are obviously snacks for something bigger, and I don’t want to be here when it shows up. I’ve had enough frustration for one fucking day.” It was clear Mithos was tired and no one blamed him. After ensuring that Dalton and Derp were secured, all of the men mysted back to the garden of the Palace to deposit the little furry softball beings.
Olly had been right in mentioning the pixies. As soon as the first chirp was heard in the garden, pixies of every shape, size, and color came out and swarmed around the males. They picked up the beings and snuggled them, loving on them. Even a few of the garden gnomes came wadding out of their little houses to invite the creatures in. The vine on the wall of the palace that Cruz had always suspected was sentient in some way even made a type of shelter for a few of them. For almost fifteen minutes, the men watched in stunned silence as the beings were welcomed into the garden, as if they were watching some kind of surreal Disney or Ghibli movie playing out before them.
Finally, Cruz broke the silence, “I have neither the patience nor the tact to handle this tonight.” He sighed, shaking his head and slightly holding his hands out to his sides. “We’ll find out what those things are in the morning. Let us go find the others.”
#the imperium chronicles#my writing#my ocs#writeblr#new chapter#chapter 7#original story#original characters#original content#fantasy#fiction#dark fantasy#dark fiction#paranormal#supernatural#paranormal romance#supernatural romance#paranormal fiction#supernatural fiction
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I just had an idea for a Warrior Cats fanfiction.
In a world of Warriors, Bumblestar, the leader of Sunclan, welcomes a pregnant rogue she-cat named Bug into the camp. Bug and the deputy, Coyotesnap hate each other.
Bug made it clear that she and her kits are leaving the clan as soon as her kits can safely leave. However, when the medicine cat delivers a prophecy, it suddenly becomes a problem. The situation shifts to: "Hey, umm… we've changed our mind. Give us your children so they can save our religion."
The story is just following Bug and Moth and their kits as they just try and escape the lands and just being followed by these guys hellbent on trying to fulfill this prophecy that sounds batshit insane.
Bug and Moth are like real icons and just trying to be good parents and trying to provide what's best for their family and getting away from this absolute nonsense. Moth takes one of lives of Bumblestar when he finally confronts them.
Dunno what happens next, haven't gone that far yet.
Here's like a passage I made for the story on the whim.
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The night was shrouded in darkness as Bug shifted restlessly in her makeshift nest of leaves and moss. Sleep had eluded her, her senses on high alert in the unfamiliar territory they had sought refuge in. A rustling of leaves and the distant sound of approaching paws snapped her into full awareness.
Coyotesnap's voice, carried by the wind, reached her ears, accompanied by the thudding of multiple sets of footsteps. Bug's heart raced as she sat up, her instincts screaming at her to flee. She pressed her ear against the ground, hoping to discern their direction.
The sound grew louder, the realization that the clan's pursuit was drawing near forcing Bug into action. She turned to Moth, her voice urgent. "Moth, we need to move. Now!"
Moth with his eyes wide with concern nodded as he gathered their kits close. They moved swiftly through the undergrowth, their steps cautious as they snuck away. The distant voices of Sunclan warriors grew louder, urging them to push on.
As they ran, Bug's heart pounded in her chest, the terror of being caught urging her forward. The scent of the clan's trackers grew stronger, they were closing in. Just as the sounds of pursuit seemed to echo all around them, Bug spotted a dilapidated barn in the distance.
Without hesitation, Bug led her family to the shelter of the barn, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She pushed open the creaky door, revealing a dim interior filled with bales of hay. With a sense of urgency, they slipped inside, their scents masked by the musty smell of the barn.
Bug and Moth huddled close with their kits, the tension in the air almost suffocating. They listened as the sounds of pursuit drew nearer, the thudding footsteps and hushed voices echoing through the night. The adrenaline coursing through Bug's veins was matched only by her determination to keep her family safe.
The sound of Sunclan's warriors reached a crescendo, and Bug's heart raced as she imagined them closing in on their hiding spot. She pressed her muzzle against Moth's fur, her voice a whisper. Urging her family to stay quiet.
They held their breath as the sounds of footsteps and voices seemed to surround the barn. Bug's ears strained, her heart pounding in her chest, willing the clan cats to move on and leave them in peace.
After what felt like an eternity, the sounds began to recede, the thudding footsteps growing fainter with each passing moment. Bug's grip on her kits tightened, her body still tense with anticipation. It wasn't until the night grew still and silent that she dared to let out a sigh of relief.
"They're gone," Moth's voice was a mix of relief and exhaustion, his body sagging against Bug's.
Bug nodded, her heart slowly returning to a more steady rhythm. She gazed down at her kits, their eyes wide with fear.
"We'll stay here for now," Bug murmured, her voice a soothing lullaby to her kits. "When the time is right, we'll find a new and safe place."
As the moon cast its gentle glow through the cracks in the barn, Bug, Moth, and their kits huddled together in the hay. Bug finally finding rest in knowing her family is safe for the time being.
Unaware of the turmoil and trouble within Sunclan causing a crack to show in it's once prosperous unity and peace.
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TLDR, Elements of Chaos, a massive Sonic AU I've had for years will be in production, meaning most my spare time will go towards that. C0mms might still be open but I'll be more picky because I want to make sure I can actually deliver quality without overworking myself. It's just me, one singular guy, working on this passion project and while I'm okay with that, keep in mind that things might move slowly. I don't have the mental capacity, free time or funding to work on it full time. I'm still excited though and I hope you guys are too.
And of course, here's that ko-fi link I mentioned.
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Umbra's 2024 look-ahead
Hello everyone!
2023 was a rather slow year for me as an artist but eventful for me mentally. Because of this I wasn't able to do as much as I had planned and that, not going to lie, hurts. But I'm also ready to leave that in the past and perhaps just push the pause button on some things to return to later because certain things (like the tarot card project) still live rent free in my head. These big long term projects are most impacted by the small amount of folks interested in them besides myself and before you think I'm complaining, this is actually a bit of a blessing because this means I can put a pin in that and things like it to instead focus on something more important to me...
ELEMENTS OF CHAOS.
This is a Sonic AU, yup. Lets get that out of the way first. I'm far from the only one to have an AU and turn it into a full length fic or comic but the thing is, I'm doing neither. Sonic has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It was a comfort during my most traumatizing years as a child when I had to navigate abuse on the daily, it was a reason for me to not commit sewer slide when I was at my lowest and I cannot begin to express the many ways it affected me as a writer and artist. Together with it's less well known sibling NiGHTS, the Sonic series is the reason I draw/write at all. But as we all know, the Sonic series isn't without it's flaws and just like so many others, I started re-writing bits and pieces I didn't like to form a new narrative.
This is a long haul passion project. The format has already been decided on and I plan to keep 'dev logs' for folks to keep up with if it interests them because I can't promise the release of it's first chapter any time soon. This project only has one person doing all the work and that person is me so if you're interested in supporting me I have a ko-fi link I'll attach to this post (and hopefully more options to come soon) They come with perks too so I don't feel like I'm just e begging, lmao.
Here's a little list of things I'm doing/have to do in order to start publishing.
Character references (Sonic is done already). This is because this story will also feature illustrations.
Website building. Yes, I plan to host a website on Neocities specially for Elements of Chaos.
Actual writing, doi. It's true that I have already worked on the first chapter and gotten positive feedback on what I have so far, but it's far from done!
Cover/page illustrations. This is a storybook type thing. I want to experiment and learn as an artist. This project will be my playground for that and hopefully you'll get to see that growth as the story progresses.
Development will happen in that order, so you can expect references before anything else.
For now, happy new year everyone! I'll share more fun stuff such as a synopsis, world building, stream news etc. in the near future. For now I'm going to enjoy what's left of the holidays before going straight back to work. I look forward to taking everyone along on this creative journey. Thank you!
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Testing the Waters - Teen!Andy Barclay x (Fem)Teen!Winchester Reader
Continuation of “Child Soldiers in a Secret War “
Word Count 1.8 K
Warnings: Same warnings applying to the previous oneshot.
Summary: The hunt is about to begin and you try your best to get Andy ready. Struggling to not reveal all you know on the matter after a misterious accident happens on the same day of a Good Guy sighting, you play it safe by betting on getting the boy’s help.
Notes: This one may not be the fic i’m the most proud of, but a friend of mine enjoyed it a lot so i decided to write a continuation.
Tags: @losersclubisms (It’s because of you that i continued it and, since you said you enjoyed the reader’s personality, here you can see it shine a bit more)
Sargent Clark was the first victim of your strategy to deal with authority. Despite being as severe as anyone else, you were testing it on him and it was getting good results. To the eyes of all of those militars you were probably nothing more than a little punk, pretty much like Barclay, but getting some respectful laughs out of the right persons proved to be useful.
“ Yes, Winchester. I have something for you this time.” The amused but fed up man declared as soon as he saw you. “ Seems like it’s the new kids’ lucky day. The Barclay boy got one too.”
You were attentive to the mention of Andy.
“ Do you want me to deliver it to him, sir? You don’t have to bother personally when I can save that tribulation from you.”
You could feel the old dude was holding a chuckle.
“ Vocabulary improvements! Very well, miss.” He mocked you, comparing that to the first bad taste comments he heard you say at the arrival. “ It will not be necessary, I got Tyler on it.”
The big package was the perfect size and shape to be carrying your precious load: the enemy. Suspecting of every big package meant for Andy was perhaps a stretch, but you preferred to be careful than sorry. Your job there was to guard him with your life, him and everyone there even if around eighty five percent of them were high profile dickheads. The search for Tyler didn’t reach a good outcome and you were clearly not thinking if you were considering facing Chucky without a plan. The boys sent you whatever they could in the hurry. It was a full but mixed set of various elements, since you weren’t sure what the hell you were fighting. Among a few other things it included a dark dust-like thing assured to be used in hoodoo rituals, refills of holy water and rock salt bullets and a page with a detailed draw of Damballa’s symbol alongside some more ritualistic information they managed to gather. You haven’t figured out yet how to use all of that into an effective attack, but your own duty commanded you and you did your best.
Finding Andy and sticking with him was, technically, the wisest path. Chucky wanted him, it has always been like that, so if you wouldn't find that damn package and check what was on it the best was staying alert and keeping him close. For so, you went back with the unit knowing well that Shelton was going to give you hell for arriving late.
He was already too busy with your guarded boy, what you could see from afar, but you didn’t mind giving that asshole more work.
“ We must be swift as a coursing river” You began to sing as you were approaching, hoping that the intrusion would distract him and he would leave Andy alone. “ With all the force of a great typhoon… With all the strength of a raging fire. Mysterious as the dark side of the mooooonn”
Hell was about to be unleashed with you arriving late and singing the military training song from Disney’s Mulan.
“ WINCHESTEEER!!”
The rage screams of Shelton, despite meaning trouble, were beginning to feel like music for your ears. After Andy would be safe you would be out from there. You weren’t following a military career, so you had no reason to restrain yourself from messing with him at levels no one else would dare to reach.
“ Yes, sir?” A sweet, submissive tone that was absolutely ironical followed up as an answer.” Were you looking for me?”
Andy rolled his eyes. He liked you, he truly did, but he simply couldn’t understand why you would act like that all the time.
“ … You are LATE…” Shelton informed the obvious. “ HAVEN’T YOU HAD ENOUGH WITH YESTERDAY, YOU WAYWARD BITCH??”
Not bothered in the slightest, you kept the same level of irony displayed before.
“ I know, sir. I have a clock. Complications presented on the way, as us mortals can’t control the tribulations of destiny.”
That fancy sounding word was catchy in your mind, so you kept it.
“ WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU??”
You deviated your stare for a brief instant, checking on Andy, then delivered a mastermind of comedy line that was going to sentence you in favor of him.
“ I was shaving my lady parts, just in case Sergeant Botnick’s trichophilia ever reaches crazy levels since he can’t trim all the hair off from ladies’ heads.”
The ingenious ‘ mind your own business’ comeback surpassed your previously settled limits, you were getting sharper with each confrontation. At that point you had zero fucks to give, Chucky could be already out there and dealing with him was your mission.
It could also be said that you enjoyed yourself a little bit because those sorts of intromissions would never fail in getting Andy's attention. Right then you needed it for case reasons, but in other opportunities you didn’t have as many valid excuses for that. You would lie to yourself, convinced it was part of winning his trust so he would cooperate on the hunt, but you actually wanted him to look at you because you liked him. it was not your intention to compete over him with Da Silva, but you were shameless enough to overcome her limits to make him laugh. Joking was your way of bonding and she would often laugh with you, which showed there were not necessarily hard feelings between you despite you were fancying the same boy. Shelton had it against you both and that was a powerful unifying patron.
He couldn’t wait to firm your death sentence, but got interrupted by someone else’s. The whole unit ended up arriving at a murder scene and a very shocked Andy was thinking exactly the same thing as you.
As soon as you both were relatively free you attempted to encourage Andy of talking about the problem through a walk around the place leading to some isolated point of the school ground.
" You are a smart guy, Andy. I'm not gonna tell you what we gotta do..." You were saying to him regarding the confusing episode... " Let's get down to business, to defeat that doll...."
"Enough with that song. " He complained. " Do you like to make fun of other people's trauma?
" I make fun of my own trauma, you should be aware of that by now. How many daddy issues jokes have I told you since we met? "
It was a fair point, but he was still annoyed.
" Do you ever take anything serious?"
" I am being serious. I saw a package, you saw a doll and now that man is dead. It can't be a coincidence."
" Why do you care?"
Telling him at that point that the Play Pals CEO was dead and you knew it the whole time was not an option.
" Because I was sent from a future where Chucky kills you and rules the world. I have to protect the last leader of the human resistance at a time where he was still a whiny teen asking too many questions. I took the shape of another whiny teen so it wouldn't look awkward."
The plot of Terminator, Andy didn't want to laugh but couldn't help it.
" Listen, regardless if you want to accept it or not, Chucky is back. You can choose denial and die, or help me fight."
"What do you plan to do, throw some white flour at him?" He mocked you, not meaning to offend but showing how unprepared he judged you. " Your kitchen based remedies are not going to stop him. "
" Then tell me how he stopped the last two times. " You complained, insisting on the matter. " You are Mulan and I am your Mushu. I tricked my way into becoming your guardian because all the others were unavailable, now together we can still save China."
" Thanks, but I don't want more people involved in this. " He politely declined. " if he is out there, the best would be for me to deal with him on my own. "
You rolled your eyes, it was such a Dean attitude on his part that you simply couldn't help yourself.
" Fine...whatever." You pretended to agree while letting him know you were disagreeing and absolutely going to work on that behind his back. " By the way... Do you think there is a chance that the tricophilic asshole may have some of your hair saved somewhere? I mean, that guy is a hair obsessed sadistic weirdo. "
The ask weirded him, but he mindlessly answered anyway.
" I don't think so, hair may be sold or end up in the garbage."
" Shit! Alright, this may work just fine. Please, extend your hand. "
Weirded but intrigued, Andy did as you asked, but the result was you making a superficial cut on his hand and making him bleed all over a piece of paper.
" What the fuck is wrong with you?"
" Voodoo life insurance. " Was your vague explanation. " Keep the paper close, don't let Chucky take it. "
The cluelessness in his face forced you to go further.
" Look at the symbol in the paper, i copied it from some autentic shit. This is an improvised way of consecrating you to Damballa. If Chucky's boss has you on his radar he can't kill you without facing the remote possibility of pissing him off."
You could tell he was freaking out.
" What did YOU just do to ME?? "
" Relax, the protection ends if you destroy the paper because you are not baptized into the religion."
" I don't know where you get all of this stuff, but you are missing the point. Chucky has never tried to kill me, he wants to possess me and for that he needs me alive."
" I'm testing the waters, ok? I have no idea how to fight this thing. " You defended yourself. " Honestly? It is so exciting. He is not a paranormal race of monsters, so there are no rules already created on him. We can have lots of fun trying to figure out what hurts him or perish doing so because nothing of what I already know works... Isn't that fascinating? I feel like a biologist discovering a new species."
" What can I do to end this conversation? "
" Tell me how to beat Chucky your way so I can strengthen mine. " You asked once more. " Or, if you were smarter, you could also be shutting me up with a kiss and giving me no info."
The idea got him a little nervous.
" Fine, I will share what I know. "
You teased him by acting out disappointment.
" I was almost sure that you were stubborn enough to pick the kiss."
One of the most important facts that you got and couldn't possibly deduce from some police report was Chucky's preference for surprise attacks after nightfall. You wandered the school in the middle of the night, making a secret watch while being careful no superior would catch you. The first theory you were going to test was the límits of the catholic syncretism present on voodoo regarding what could be used to fight. If Damballa was sometimes being iconographically represented and worshiped as Saint Patrick, holy water had to work on Chucky as fine as the catholic imagery would suggest.
#child's play#child's play 3#supernatural#andy barclay#andy barclay x reader#andy barclay x winchester reader#justin whalin
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Some time has passed since your adventure across time and space.
Today, a letter finds you. This letter isn’t delivered by the postal carrier that you usually expect: you would be met at the front door of your dwelling by a young man dressed in white, a hat on top of his head, and a professional, kind smile on his face. Having to sign for a simple letter seems odd, but the courier assures that ‘this is standard protocol for us.’
A white envelope stamped with the familiar golden trident of the Aether Foundation is in your hands. Inside of it is a letter written with extraordinarily neat penmanship.
Mr. Hassel,
I hope this letter finds you well, and that you are recovering from our expedition from the comfort of your own home.
In the coming days, myself and the Aether Foundation will likely be in the international news regarding our ‘strangely timed’ decision to sever certain partnerships with fellow giants in our shared industry. Do not be alarmed by this. It is a direct response to harrowing usage of my intellectual property in another time, and another place. I, and the entirety of my team, will not allow Aether technology to cause harm to people, or Pokemon, neither by our hands, or the hands of our competitors. You may sleep soundly knowing that our collective actions will prevent an apocalypse of that magnitude happening in our home.
From my mind to yours: I wish to personally thank you for your involvement, and the tireless effort that you put into destroying Archeus. It has left a lasting impression on me, as I am sure it has with the rest of our team.
Several of the partners that we relocated from Area Zero are currently being rehabilitated in the Aether Conservation Area. We are currently zoning an area strictly for our iron partners, so that they may receive enrichment and resources whenever they need.
The Aether Foundation is dedicated to improving the relationship between people, Pokémon, and technology. Consider myself, and my foundation, as a permanent ally, and useful resource for anything that you may need. I highly encourage you to take advantage of these resources whenever necessary.
Lastly, you are cordially invited to the Aether Paradise on a later date, to be honored for your duty, for defending life as we know it, and for instilling a bright new belief in humanity– for me.
Thank you.
Do not hesitate to contact me. Attached to this letter is my business contact, and personal contact. I request that you keep it to yourself.
-President Lusamine Delacroix
At the bottom corner of the letter is a large, strange blotch of ink. A thumb print, maybe? Upon further investigation, it seems to have been left by the tip of the tail of a serpentine creature, who also wanted to sign the note.
The letter finds him home for once, with the Treasure Hunt back underway and his classes fewer and further between. He sits at his desk to open it alongside spattered student artworks and pencil drawings of local Pokemon.
His house, these days, is full of song. Donna had come back in some capacity - they were still working her memory back, but he had introduced her to new songs that she was determined to keep filling the room with while he worked.
A warning of coming separations and an invitation to an awards ceremony. Part of him feels....wrong for accepting an award for this, but if she insisted, he would not snub her invite.
He does, however, click open his email - the official one, for the League - and types in her business contact.
Dear Aether President Delacroix,
Thank you for your correspondence regarding our mutual work. I am delighted to hear that you are willing to host us in Alola and will make plans to attend as soon as I can get away from work.
Regarding the outreach of your foundation, I would recommend getting into contact with the Paldean League and Headmaster Clavell in order to discuss the protection and expansion of study on the other Pokemon in the Great Crater.
If needed, I am willing to act as a go-between for your work here, considering my position in the League.
Your Partner In Business,
Hassel B. of the Elite Four
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Apologies for not talking for a bit, things are getting a little hectic. From having to get new glasses, to classmates being extremely annoying to having Grade Wars next week. It is very exhausting, but I hope your days have been well.
I really enjoyed seeing your art of Ruggie, the colours are super pronounced and pop out, and he seems as if he’s proud of something and it seems very..real, to me. Also the drawing of Sunstreaker and Bob together made me smile, they are super adorable together and I love their dynamic. I hope, when you have the time, of course, to see more of your wondrous art full of creativity and flowing colours. And for Sideswipe to stop running away from you at every chance he gets. He deserves the spotlight once in awhile.
I shall talk again sometime, when things quiet down where I am, but I hope everything is okay where you are. Have a good day/night TheGoldenShi-Shi.
-Meister
Thank you very much Meister.
I haven't received as much feedback on the Twisted Wonderland pieces as others, so hearing you liked Ruggie is a big boost to my twst-art-confidence hehe. (And, of course, it makes me happy that Sunny and Bob make you happy)
Someday I will catch my elusive lambo and draw him in a solo picture. I'm beginning to think he's just camera shy or something.
I also hope I can continue to deliver plenty of artwork for everyone. To be fair, things are hectic and time/patience consuming at my end of the world as well.
I hope that things quiet down for you soon, grade wars sound like the worst possible purgatory out there. Get plenty of rest in the meantime and hang in there!
I always appreciate your asks, you have a wonderful way of wording your thoughts that makes me smile each time I read them.
it was nice to see you in my inbox again Meister. Have a good day/night 💜
#Meister anon#always a pleasure#come on sideswipe#we've got to give the people what they want SOMETIME hehe#I've been really tired lately#but I think i'll start arting again soon hehe#at least the art that I allow your guys to see#we're not talking about the corner labeled “personal projects”
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Flavor of love matchup! Tell me~
This one here is for @malaptivedaydreamer I hope you enjoy this!
Congratulations, your best friend is Vincent van Gogh!
See, both you and Vincent are bound to be best of friends with how compatible the two of you are. For one, you mentioned how you want a date outside, I take it you're a fan of nature. Similarly, Vincent is constantly surrounded by nature with his paintings. Unlike his brother Vincent is much more gentle, so he’s not too loud which is perfect.
Being shy and so called weird is perfectly fine, I don’t think Vincent would tease you for being yourself either. Plus, if the other residents are put off by your behavior, he’ll be there to stand up for you. Overall, I think the two of you would make a really cute pair of friends.
Congratulations, your lover is William Shakespeare!
I’ve made the heavy decision to match you with William as the two of you would make a good pairing. Although it might be odd for a lover of Vlad, William shares that same drive for accomplishing personal goals. However, taking what you said about Vlad into account, I’m very sorry to say, but I personally don’t think you and Vlad are compatible. Hence, William Shakespeare.
While I could be wrong about this, you dear are quite naive. Not that it’s a bad thing, I personally find this very cute. Another person who finds this to be cute is William and I would even argue it’s that trait which draws him in. Needless to say, you would have easily caught his eye among the rest.
You, my dear, are very creative too, I mean all of your hobbies are very artistic. That love of art would make it easy for the two of you to connect with one another. At the same time it opens the door for the two of you to understand each other better through such means. For instance, if you were to fall in love with William, you may even help him to write plays with happy endings.
As far as complex characters go William is not to be shunned as his route is full of twists and turns. With that being said, the complex characters in ikemen vampire require empathy, I feel that you can deliver this to him. The more you grow to learn about William the more flowers will blossom. Soon, you’ll find yourself in love with a well-crafted playwright.
#ikemen vampire#ikevamp vincent#ikevamp#ikevamp shakespeare#flavor of love#team bourbon#team vanilla#matchup#tell me#love#fluff#otome game
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when do u think youll be done with the we shall never surrender project??
Hi, dear! That's a great question, thanks for sending it in!
To be quite honest with you all: I don't know.
There's a few reasons for that, so bear with me a little, please "^^
1 - I'm on a sudden art mentoring program with a friend who offered it to me freely.
I've been unemployed and ill for quite a while and a 'friend' of mine literally scammed me and stole all the money I had left, so I'm officially broke. That's been stealing my nights of sleep, because I'm trying to figure something out to make some money and at least pay my credit card every month.
When I mentioned with my mentor I might try to get in the art industry, she was over the moon and took me in for training free of charge and help me as she can so I can get a job. That being said, I'm focusing 1000% on that - hence why I disappear for so long: in less than a month, I've finished 600+ drawings.
Yes, I'm crazy. But this is the only shot I've got after a long period of distress and not knowing what to do. I'm giving it all to it.
2 - I decided to use this mentoring time to improve my art and apply it to the requests of the Shall Never Surrender Project!
I always thought I could do better with the requests - I don't want to deliver something bad and half assed. This last month, I feel like I improved so much, I wanted to wait a little bit to deliver something with a better quality!
3 - My health sometimes kicks me down and so I need to choose carefully what I have energy to do.
As you guys know, I'm trying to recover from an illness and I have a chronic illness as well. I don't eat much and that means sometimes I don't have enough energy to get up from my bed.
There are days I start being productive at 3 p.m - I spend all the morning lying down, gathering energy to tank the day and taking a few naps. There are other days, I can't even bring myself to eat 'cause I feel like I'm going to pass out midway to the kitchen.
Think Vergil dragging his ass out of Hell and crumbling apart at the beginning of DMC5. That's it, literally, I'm not being dramatic.
I have to prioritize what I can do during my days, then. Usually, I prioritize my mentoring, then helping my mom with chores and running errands and then, by night, I'm already very tired. If there's any energy left, I try to write - for the blog here or the book I'm trying to write - and then work on the Shall Never Surrender Project.
It's slow. Very slow. But it's going.
4 - Nevertheless, I want to finish the requests of the Project before starting comissions.
Like I said, I'm broke. And, as you might have seen, I opened commissions to help a friend of my mom who is in a worse situation than mine and really needs some help.
I want to finish the Project requests before any commissions start coming in, because I do feel guilty for making you guys wait so long. I thought I could deal with requests of full, coloured and polished artworks quickly, but I can't.
That was a foolish overestimation of my part and I am sorry.
Even then, people don't commish me a lot. I had a few commissions some years ago, but I gotta tell ya, it's VERY rare for me to get something. Even then, I need to try. For this friend of my mom and for me, eventually.
If I'm not wrong, there are 3 requests for me to finish. I'm working on them in the order people have requested, and honestly, I hope to finish them soon.
I'm really sorry for taking so long, but life sometimes runs over us and we are caught like a deer on headlights.
I know this might feel like a sassy response, but it isn't. I'm really happy you asked and I can explain a few things/give you guys some idea of what's going on and apologize for taking so long :)
#polaris speaks#shall never surrender project#polaris answers#answered asks#art requests#the guilt of taking so long spikes my anxiety 10/10#but don't worry guys#I didn't forget you#I'm seriously trying#I'm not really used to not being 100% when it comes to my health#like I said about Vergil#he kills me as a character 'cause I get it#I'd do whatever I could to get my healthy self back quickly#and to make things even more amazing#this mentor of mine when I was talking about my job that caused my burnout#she literally said 'you've been through hell. you've been through hell and dragged yourself out'#and all I could hear was Vergil singing Bury the Light at the top of his lungs in the eye of a storm :)#it isn't drama when I say I came very VERY close to dying#everyone who lives around me says how half dead I was for the past 3+ years
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