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merihn · 2 years

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For the first kiss prompts, "I'm not sure how to..." "Just follow my lead." and Rulie?

Their breathing is loud in the small room.

It's dark, the air still reverberating with the slammed door, and the musty smell of abandoned objects.

Julie reaches up and flails her hand until she finds the old fashioned chain and with a click a faded golden glow washes over them.

It's dim, the bulb as dusty as the rest of the room.

She shuffles awkwardly, trying not to kick anything in the limited clear area. She doesn't want to look up, her heart in her throat. Is it just her imagination or is her heart beating loud enough to fill the silence? Her breath sounds ragged even to her own ears.

But there's only so long she can avoid acknowledging the situation. It's ridiculous. It's just a game.

She swallows, and her throat clicks.

"So…" she begins, ready to crack a joke. It's just Reggie, for goodness' sake. Her fingers shake, so she stuffs them in the front pockets of her jeans, where they're squeezed by the fitted fabric.

She finally looks up and freezes. His bright eyes are wide, jaw tight enough to snap. The tendons in his neck stand out, taut.

"Reg? Are you okay?"

He swallows, and she watches his Adam's apple bob. His lips are pale. Pressed thin.

She reaches out, drops her hand when he flinches.

"Is it—are you—" she closes her eyes for a moment and breathes. His tension fills the air like gas, creeping into her mouth and nose, filling her lungs. "Is it the small space?"

He shakes his head, a tight jerk that dislodges a curl of hair to lay carelessly across his forehead.

She feels like a stranger, like she doesn't know this person standing in front of her, his fists balled tight. Her mind is oddly blank, as if their history doesn't exist; she doesn't know how to fix this.

Reggie looks away, and the dim light falls on his hair, coloring strands bronze and gold, deepening the shadows beneath. It drips down his forehead, the slope of his nose, coasts over the arch of his cheekbone. Pools in the dip of his clavicle.

"I'm not sure how to..."

Oh.

She wants to tell him that they don't have to do anything. It's just them. It's just a stupid game. Her voice doesn't make it past her throat.

She wants to be the one to reassure him.

But it's not as if she has that much experience. Bad, fumbling kisses with people who are just as nervous as she is, or too enthusiastic.

"Just follow my lead."

Her voice, when it comes, is so much more confident than she feels. But she can do this. She can do this right.

She steps towards him, slow. He tenses again—more—his shoulders a fraction higher than a moment ago, his jaw almost creaking under the pressure.

She reaches out, again, but doesn't let his aborted retreat stop her. Slides a gentle hand from his shoulder to his wrist; a pause to feel his pulse fluttering hummingbird-fast against her fingertips. Works her fingers between his until they ease, just a little.

His grip is so tight her fingers begin to lose feeling.

She steps closer anyway, lets the fingers of her free hand dance along the line of his jaw until he releases a breath.

"Let me," she murmurs, just for them. His eyes meet hers, and they're still so wide, painfully bright, painfully green in the low light. Illuminated from within.

She doesn't give him time to answer; doesn't give herself time to second guess her actions. She slips her fingers onto the soft skin beneath his ear, jutting bone nestled perfectly in her palm, and brings their mouths together.

It's nothing, at first. A bare press of their lips. It's so quiet that the rasp of his chapped lips against hers is perfectly audible. He doesn't move, barely breathes.

Her fingers curl slightly, drag against that hidden tract of unseen skin under his earlobe, and his breath rushes out of him in a huff, warm and sweet against her lips.

She's pulling him closer before her brain can catch up. His fingers free hers, allowing her to wrap her arm around him, her suddenly tingling fingers fitting perfectly in the dip of his lower back.

She shivers when his hands hesitantly cup her hips, more heat than pressure.

As if it's the hundredth time they've done this, rather than the first, they tilt their heads, their mouths meeting perfectly.

It's so utterly outside of her previous experiences that she nearly pulls away, a question worrying at the back of her mind. Was he really…?

Then he presses forward just a little too fast, a little too hard, his fingers too tight on her hips. Their lips mash together between their teeth, his nose flattened uncomfortably against hers and it melts away.

She tilts his head to a better position with the slightest pressure to the base of his skull, and takes his plump lower lip between hers. She can taste the chemical sweetness of the soda he'd been mainlining all night.

He holds himself still, mouth soft; lets her kiss him gently, sweetly. His only action is the slightest clench and release of his fingers on her hips, the involuntary rise and fall of his chest adding another quiet sound to the silence of the room as their clothes rub together with the small movement.

She should keep it this soft, this slow, but she's seized by an unavoidable need. Her fingers tangle in his hair, holding him tight, her mouth coaxing his to open. Their tongues meet in a shiver of delight that reverberates between them.

She loses herself in Reggie's mouth, in the tentative way his lips move, his tongue shyly curling around hers.

A sudden pounding startles them apart, and Reggie kicks something that rolls with a metallic clang. His chest is heaving, slick red lips parted with his panting breaths.

"Times up!"

They stare at each other, and Julie's mind whirrs uselessly, unable to formulate words.

"Are you decent?" another voice asks slyly. Several voices giggle and whisper.

Reggie clearly his throat, runs his hands down his chest and stomach, tugs at his shirt. He strides to the door and flings it open.

"Yes, yes, very funny," he says, shoving his hair back from his face. The air from the larger room outside seems too cold on Julie's skin, and she wraps her arms around herself, fingers pinching at the sensitive skin of her upper arms.

She wants to shut the door behind him, turn off the light, sit in the dark until she feels normal again.

Reggie doesn't look back.

#julie and the phantoms #i listened to Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie the entire time I wrote this #~vibes~#i did not intend for this to get so long #but as usual what I want doesn't matter #rulie #reggie x julie #jatp #my fic #first kiss prompts

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thehandymen · 1 year

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ok controversial opinion but. although spy x family and buddy daddies appear to have a lot in common (traumatized hitmen acquire a child etc etc) i really don’t think they should be compared. yor & loid, despite rushing into a marriage of convenience, are both pretty decently equipped to act as parental figures despite their unconventional backgrounds. yor has the experience of practically raising yuri from a very young age, and loid’s jack-of-all-trades spy career and general hyper competent personality means they’re able to handle anya and the whole sudden family situation better than your average single, childless, late-20s(?) adult. of course they still face a lot of bumps in the road/have a lot to learn, but what they do know from their respective lives and occupations definitely helps, and let’s not forget that anya is a whole telepath.

kazuki and rei, on the other hand, have absolutely ZERO parental qualifications. it’s pretty obvious both of them have lived through their fair share of tragedy, with kazuki and his presumed dead wife and rei and his brutal childhood, but they’re also just. really messy people individually. kazuki is shown to regularly hang around gambling houses/the red light district and rei is a wet sock of a man when not in uniform. miri is your typical 4 year old: wildly energetic, no filter, constantly making a mess, requires attention at all times, and so on. unlike anya, she cannot read the minds of those around her, which means the only way she knows how to “help” her papas is by unhelpfully inserting herself into whatever tasks they’re trying to complete (and if you’ve been around small children, this is super typical behavior). she means well but she often inconveniences rei and kazuki’s already precarious lifestyle. and frankly, that pretty much sums up the early years of parenthood.

kids are a lot of work. raising a child, even when you’re a “normal,” well-adjusted adult is really tough. but it’s supposed to be fulfilling, and it’s supposed to be something that parents view as “worth it.” we can’t really blame miri’s mom for resenting her so much when she never wanted to be a mom in the first place (and it’s clear she’s not suited to it, either). kazuki’s argument with miri’s mom demonstrates that his concept of parenthood is pretty idealistic, although not incorrect. kazuki may like the idea of protecting a child’s happiness, but he doesn’t realize the difficulty of the logistics involved, which we see in the daycare episode. we also see in the daycare episode that rei has no clue what a traditional childhood looks like. it’s implied he never went to school and doesn’t really understand how children usually act.

kazuki and rei are arguably much less qualified than yor and loid to be parents, and therefore the buddy daddies family dynamic is going to be way more dysfunctional in a way that viewers may find bordering annoying rather than comically chaotic (i’ve read the crunchyroll comments). the same goes for miri, who is your average run of the mill small child, and not some super kawaii esper. but kazuki and rei are trying their best, in their own ways, and it’s clear that miri is going to brighten up their lives in really touching ways. so buddy daddies is definitely still worth a watch, especially if you already enjoy spy x family, but people should keep in mind that buddy daddies is not the “ripoff” of spy x family i’ve seen people say.

#i did not intend for this to get so long. but clearly i have opinions #i should stop reading the crunchyroll comments #to be fair they've improved #but also i can't not ignore the lingering person who just Doesn't Get It #buddy daddies #spy x family #kazuki kurusu #kurusu kazuki #suwa rei #rei suwa #unasaka miri #miri unasaka #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #kazuki papa #rei papa #sxf

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lady-banana · 3 months

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The trial of younger Louis and Will isn't talked about enough

I have no idea why I haven't seen someone talk about it yet from Baxter's prespective with how funny it is.

Imagine you are an arrogant, selfish, hypocritical, and frankly annoying nobleman, who does not deserve the wealth his ancestors have build like half the birtish ppl back then, in late 1800s Britain.

You cheat an orphanage out of it's donation money and then some kids from the slum form an agreement with you to repay it so that now you owe them instead, and you don't think much of it because 1. they're kids 2.they're "uneducated stupid dirty kids"

Those same kids take you to court for not repaying them a month later💀.

Spoiler alert, they weren't dumb.

Turns out, even without a lawyer, the older kid is dominating you effortlessly, you a nobleman (unbelieveable right?). And the kid decidsed to adhere to the agreement by taking one pound of flesh. To which your lawyer objects with a reason and his objection is sustained.

Surprise, the kids prepared against that too. And surprise, you are losing and the case and it's stressing you out while the older kid freaking asks you if you would like him to recite all of Shakespeare's plays (since this trial mimicks the trial in one of the plays) while posing. (We stan theatre kid William).

Out of nowhere the older kid pulls out a relatively large knife from his small blazer's pocket? And menacingly approaches you as everyone watches casually because ain't no way that small-ahh blazer is covering ANYTHING.

Unsuprisingly atp, you lost the case...

Out of all corrupt nobleman that actually got one-ep long screen-time before getting off-screened like Enders, Baxter's case is the most miserable to me. Like with how status was everything back then, how is he ever gonna live it down?

#i did not intend for this to be this long #it's less funnier the longer the post drags on so i tried to keep it short #and then William proceeds to get surprised when other kids his age are a bit more mature #i love him #also Louis admiring Will during the trial has MY HEART #baby louis as a whole has my heart and soul #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #liam moriarty #louis james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty

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pushing500 · 14 days

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We left Loyalty's Meander at the same time our last guests did. Apparently, the horrible murder-cult vibes weren't enough to deter them, so now we have allies! That's nice, I guess.

Blackthorn learned to walk while we were road-tripping and I couldn't get this scene from Ice Age out of my head while I was trying to draw it so you just get the scene instead.

Thanks to the vehicle mod, it only took us eight days to get here, so here we are! I can't wait to see the ship!

hmmmmmmmm

there is... no ship

That is problematic. We'll try to mine into those mountains and see if there's a ship hidden in there somewhere, but I fear this may call for some Dev Mode intervention from Ecthuctu themselves...

Duchess now is not a good time

Curly, that is RUDE. Ecthuctu will not be impressed by this slight, mark my words... Terrible things are coming for you.

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thecomicallytragicgangle · 5 months

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CHAOS POWER ACTIVATE

... I don't

I don't actually know what that did.

Anyways, hello :3

-Entropy (a possible new friend? :3c)

[oh boy,,sorry for taking so long to response, hello! you're in this comic here (grins) you may have to scroll a bit] [previous comic here] [next comic here]

[he VANISHED he is GONE also hammer anon if you want me to explain what happened i will. message you if you'd like. for context! im not sure if i should explain here because i would like to keep things unpredictable :3 nothing bad happened i swear]

#the amazing digital circus #tadc gangle #ask blog #tadc #responsesfromgangle #ooc #art #comic art #[small note: reblogs are appreciated especially when it comes to art :3]#[since i took so long to get to this person's ask it seems their chaos power did a bit more than probably intended]#[whoops!]#[note: glasses fella is wrench anon. yay]

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magistralucis · 5 months

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Actually I'm not done thinking about this post, thank you @ghostinthegallery for the inspiration. 👀 Motives-wise, Lysikor is the most obscure character in TDK; it's not clear what he wants, other than to steal things and watch Rome burn, and something about him makes the people around him act in unusual ways. It shows most obviously in Oltyx, but also with Unnas and Mentep and all the canopteks he keeps on stealing. I mean, there is no way he ought to have gotten away with the disrespect he showed his world, you know?

Oltyx claims Unnas only spared Lysikor because Unnas was more reasonable at the time (Ruin, Chapter 4). But necron lives are expendable, and many have been killed for doing much less than Lysikor. This dude is ridiculously good at surviving. He repeatedly taps into Oltyx's mind without consent, and those intrusions hardly ever have consequences; he almost fucks up the beginnings of Oltyx's kingship entirely by mentioning The Regicide; of course, he also gets off scot-free at the very end, heavily armed and unafflicted. Why?

My theory is that it has to do with reality. Ithakas is cursed because they tore a hole in reality. In the 9th Edition Codex (pg 11), it's stated that 'the C'tan were bound to reality itself, and so could never be destroyed, only splintered into stunted echoes of their former might' - but they did destroy Llandu'gor, and the Flayer-urge spread from the aftermath, and the Twice-Dead King is about Oltyx's journey to heal what was broken. He has to deny, repair, or move past at least three realities to achieve this ending, and each one is represented by a different character:

Djoseras, for the past reality of Ithakas, when the glory of the dynasty belonged to the stones and not its people. This reality is no longer tenable by the end of Ruin, and Djoseras is killed defending it to the last man.

Mentep, for the present reality of Oltyx, in that he helped cause Ithakas's affliction millions of years ago. Throughout TDK he's trying to atone for what he's done, but the problem with what he's done is that he's made Oltyx paranoid and tyrannical, and his good intentions cannot outmatch the other's violence.

Yenekh (and Zultanekh), for the future reality of the Flayed Ones, the transformative one eventually claimed and shaped by Valgûl's heka. Yenekh gives Oltyx the hope to regrow from the ashes, and Zultanekh validates their new world-order by bearing witness to it. Only after this point are they all somebody, instead of vermin, nobodies, or Nobody (Οὖτις).

Where Lysikor comes in, I think, is the fourth reality: metafiction, the realm outside Oltyx, the Bone Kingdom, or necrons as a concept. Literally the fourth wall. Lysikor knows that he's in a book! His idiosyncrasies make so much more sense if you interpret it as his playing around with tropes. The way he signposts Oltyx's actions with literary devices (e.g. 'the bait's been taken' re: the warboss, describing Oltyx's explanation for Yenekh's exile as a 'story', etc.). How he always manages to steal the exact McGuffin they need. The plan he had to kill Oltyx at the figurative eleventh hour. Of course nothing ever touches him! He literally exists above the narrative!

That too is why he can make nonsense of the order of the world. Lysikor already has his own sense of order, if anything he makes everybody else answer to it. His complete dismissal of heka, Oltyx's and others. The insistence that he be called Duke, which is not an Ithakan title, which he somehow gets people to respect. His cavalier attitude towards stealing as well as giving back. My favourite fourth-wall moment has to be when he answers a question literally nobody asked, the one about the Ithakan serapteks: the last we saw of them was Oltyx witnessing their slow deaths in Chapter 19 of Ruin. So what became of them? Yoinked by Lysikor, of course. 👍

But that's the genius of it. Ithakas has only seven serapteks to spare, and they are the most powerful canopteks there are: 'symbols of dynastic might, reserved for only the most apocalyptic conflicts', as Chapter 11 of Ruin puts it. In a significant sense they are the dynasty. When they pass into Lysikor's possession, it means that he becomes a world unto himself! I think that's why he's as secure with Oltyx as he is: they are supreme leaders, capable of world-shaping heka, just that Lysikor is the only one who knows it for most of TDK. He's forbidden from commanding people, he lives with the figurative animals, as canopteks are ranked slightly above C'tan shards and below all necrons. But what fantastic canopteks! What an army!

Canopteks are often simulacra of beasts pre-biotransference. Lysikor is a simulacrum too, not of beasts but a Synaptic Disintegrator, pointed not at people but into the firmament. He's the perfect deathmark, textually and metatextually, sneakiness and treachery and hyperspace nowhere played dastardly straight. I bet he wasn't even that disappointed Oltyx got away. He analysed Oltyx's character arc carefully and liked what he saw, and it wasn't until Oltyx started bending reality himself that Lysikor was bested. Even that won't be for long. The Twice-Dead King better watch out, eat your heart out, Oltyx, here comes the Twice-Troped Duke 🔫🤪

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #the twice dead king #necrons #oltyx #lysikor #essay #this is way too many words about lysikor lmao i did not intend it to get this long #he's a difficult character to make sense of but that's part of what makes it so entertaining

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lucalicatteart · 11 months

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Finally finished my weird hanging painting thing (originally a secondhand partially-done 'paint by numbers' kit that I found at a thrift store and kept to repurpose lol)! Imagery somewhat based in my own worldbuilding projects, and text written in my constructed language for one of my fantasy species, but also vaguely inspired by old tapestries and illuminated manuscripts and etc. I've never been great at neat clean patterning or text, but it looks cool from afar, and I always enjoy making "props" or things that are somewhat like real objects that might could exist in my world. :0

(additional pictures/info under the readmore)

Here's what it was originally! I probably didn't have to actually have a river running down the middle because it further makes the composition of the whole thing weird (various connected yet separate locations and things happening, instead of one unified event being portrayed), but I wasn't sure if I'd be able to fully cover up the already existing paint that was there.. and I can also kind of justify it by going with a more "all the imagery is just symbolic so it doesn't have to make exact sense" approach lol.. How is one half of the grass green and the other is suddenly snowy? shhhh.. it's not literal.. shhh...

Made a vague sketch, then painted over it, and then added more distinct lines in black pen. Center image first and border second.

The very last thing was the text, which actually took forever to translate because my conlang is still only like.. partially done, and some of the grammar is not worked out exactly how I would like it to be, so a few sentences I had to think about for a long time before just going "eh, this is probably not how I would do it if I considered it more, but I'll go with it for now" lol . I also am not entirely satisfied with all of the characters for the writing system, but again, it's good enough for a quick project, it doesn't have to be 100% accurate and perfect because it's a fake language that nobody knows anyway lol.

I thought about breaking down the text and translation here like I have for some of the tidbits of Avirrekava (the language) in things I've posted in the past, but I think it would take too long and is not interesting to anyone but me ghghj, so for the sake of getting the post out quickly, I shall not spend an hour typing All That lol.

The general jist of the writing though is that it's just about the Avirre'thel being cast out from the other elves, after abandoning their magic for immortality as a means to truly attain perfection (an important concept in elven culture), the usual, blah blah blah, but how it's Actually A Good Thing, because the gods are wrong and immortality is Cool actually and they like the shitty frozen lands they were sent to, so it's fine that everyone else is being a Hater about it lol

Lastly, here's a few photos outside in the sun to TRY and show the gold detailing actually shimmering or showing up! It really doesn't come through in photos, but there's plenty of little golden spots to highlight light or Importance.

Mostly the fire, the pink sparkle that represents magic, the red drop that represents blood, the light behind Inaashi's hands and head (common symbol for the elven religion/one of their main gods, shout out to anyone who read the ancient elven religion post and recognized that lol), the sun, and the symbol for the Avirre'thel/country of Navyete at the very top. I did a few other gold bits, but they're not highlighted because they're Significant, more just that it looked more symmetrical to have some gold on the border too lol.

Other things of note: The animals are not actually significant to Avirre'thel culture really, I just wanted to put a cat and a bird because I like them lol. (I also wanted to have a few funny looking creatures, as I was slightly trying to go with the 'in some old medieval painting the anatomy and perspective is very weird' vibe, though I think some of the other parts of it look too Normal to pull it off entirely). Same with the four leaf clover, which means nothing in their culture - but these are the only areas where stuff was just added self-indulgently .

Bligabata (giant cabbage that grows along rivers in Navyete) making an appearance! The architecture of the building IS based on actual concepts for ancient elven/older Avirre'thel architecture and metalwork. The Avirre'thel who's turning away from Inaashi/elves/magic and collecting blood, is doing so in a Special Bowl, as is part of their culture (collecting it in the hands, or just in a normal vessel would be disrespectful, they have Specific Bowls which is the only thing blood can be kept in, etc.).

The figure that represents Jhevona (and thus, a closer connection to magic, celestial imagery, etc.) is in weird ugly teal, which is not necessarily a color or design associated with them, as I don't have much common culture (like clothing) worked out for Northern Jhevona (who the avirre'thel would have come into contact with) yet, BUT everyone else is in more Typical colors (a northern elf in green, Inaashi in lavender + white + blue, an Avirre'thel in darker purples and reds).

Some things, like the four figures in the corners, and the two people + fish in the stream, do not currently have a meaning, but in-world they would.. Like, I could make up lore for how they're culturally significant and it would be true because I am god of the world, but I don't have anything currently. But just know.. they DO mean something, I just haven't decided it yet, maybe kind of fill in as I go, come up with a meaning later lol. Probably along the lines of an old myth from the ancient elven religion, a story, etc.

I don't know, probably other stuff, but that's my Trying To Keep It Short rambling for now lol. I'm just glad I finally finished this! For how vaguely sloppy it is up close (everything being completely freehanded, only used rulers once when doing the initial sketch and lining where the border should be + my hands are shaky + the canvas is bumpy + my handwriting is scratchy and terrible + etc. etc.) it still took a REALLY long time, even when not trying to make it all perfect. Especially if including the text translation + writing, which took like 3+ hours itself.

Maybe all the asymmetry/lack of things being centered is NOT because I was too lazy to measure anything, but is actually because in-universe, it's a practice illustration made by some young apprentice who has to work on little canvases for years before he can be trusted will a full sized mural or tapestry. It's his first week on the job! of course he's uncoordinated! don't laugh at him!!! lol

#worldbuilding #elves #I AM WORKING ON A NEW PAVENTURE POST also !!!! I know I keep being like 'oh I'm going to get back to that! I'll stick to it this time!!'#and then another whole month goes by without me posting a new poll adventure - however - this time I DID fully intend to so #*do another one soon but my beloved beautiful perfect cat unfortunately passed away AND there was a heat #wave ANd I felt sick for a while for unrelated reasons so I just genuinely was not focused on posting online at all #I am trying to get back to it though along with other things hopefully so.#ANYWAY #avirre'thel #irithoas #maybe???? not super relevant to elves but I'll keep it intheir tag anyway also. Just since their lore is so closely tied with avirre'thel s #stuff and they're mentioned in the post. Or the gods are. Inaashi is.#OIGUGUGUGUHH I should have done a tapestry with the FCJhjkING triplets!!!!! Sehalanora Semoniyare and the other one whatever the hell #his name is. ... sehalanora my beloved .. (I'm referencing the ancient elven gods - for those who dont know)#It's funny that I rarely watch tv shows and when I do I rarely if EVER care about characters at all in any capacity #with maybe like a handful of even then extremely minor exceptions so I cannot relate to the concept of like 'having a blorbo' or whatever #but then for my extremely niche worldbuilding content #.. it's like OMG MY FAVORITE character!!! my favorite obscure god from a religion #that I entirely made up myself for a cultural group that I also made up that literally only I and maybe like two other #people who are able to sit through my novel long dry and wordy worldbuilding posts care about!! you all know them DUH!!#even WITHIN modern elven culture in the world at the moment in current day most people do not give a shit about them hghj #BUT .. I should have made a painting of the siblings actually!!! I stand by that!!#I mean I like Inaashi and Nisateyu and everything too. Actually all of them are fine except for Ea'ivuyera I guess. whoever the #like War and Order bootlicker god is basically. and the Evil dumbass one. but all the others are fine. I'm suprised I'm even able to rememb #that many ancient elven goofily long names ghgh.. But I could have maybe made it about the elven gods #The thing is just that.. i Don't have ancient elvish worked out as a language and I knew I wanted to put text on it #so it kind of HAD to be something written/drawn by the Avirre'thel #Knwoledge of the ancient elven gods is still a thing in their culture. But usually more as a joke or just a common fairytale knowledge #sort of thing. not really something to make a painting of. Inaashi is here less because of Inaashi The God being genuinely significant and #and more just she's there to Symbolize the elven religion as a whole. just like all the other figures are mere symbols of things. etc.

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cornerstoreclown · 1 year

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I want Art to destroy everyone who's hurt me

Anon you gave me inspiration.

A short ficlet with gender neutral reader venting to Art about people who have treated them badly. And Art... Well, he’s more than happy to oblige the readers request. No warnings listed. Lightly proofread, forgive any errors.

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Not everyone out there in the world has good intentions, you’ve learned through experience and trauma.

Art is one of those people who have zero good intentions, but you’ve been blessed that he’s on your side. You’ve told him plenty of times about the people in your life that made it miserable, and he wasn’t one of them. You’ve vented to him before about it, and he’s listened diligently while sharpening his weapons, giving nods of acknowledgement in the past as he takes his time working on the next set of instruments to cause misery and pain among his next set of unwitting victims. He knew their names. He knew where you encountered them often if they were faces you would see regularly. For those you were most unfamiliar with and were merely hurtful in passing, he took note of where it last happened. His memory is as sharp as any blade. He’s a predator first and foremost.

Art’s been the only one who has looked out for you in the way that no one else has. He’s your protector. Your guardian. He’s farthest from an angel, but to you, he might as well have been. You don’t know why, but you don’t question it.

You remember the night that you busted into his lair in the middle of the night, crying your eyes out until they were red and trails of snot were running down your face. You looked hideous as grief rippled throughout your body. When you pressed your head into his chest and sobbed, he let you. He stood there firm, a pillar of strength. You’re strong, but even the strongest have the days that they need to break down. Art’s embrace is warm as he runs his hand through your hair and rubs the space on your back between your shoulder blades.

He smelled like iron tonight. Like blood, but no sight of blood on him tonight to be found.

Your sobs were ugly and raw, shaking your frame as you let all the anguish leave your frail mortal form. You know you’re getting snot and tears on his clown outfit, but mucus in particular didn’t bother him at all. That was probably one of the least disgusting things he usually comes in contact with.

“I just want them to go away.” You told him, after explaining what happened through hiccups. “I want them to hurt like how they hurt me.”

Whoever hurt you, whether it be family, friends, coworkers, teachers–none of them would stand a chance. Not anymore. After crying and crying and crying until you couldn’t squeeze anymore tears out of your eyes, you let fatigue be the calm that washed over you as you stood there in silence, in Art’s arms, speaking to him initially muffled as you kept yourself against his chest, until you pulled away just enough to look at him.

His gaze was locked onto you, and it’s like he’s piercing through your soul in a way that his knives never could. You saw it, and it was subtle. A glint in his eye. One that you knew too well of what it meant, like an unspoken way of acknowledgement.

He’d take care of it for you.

Anything for you.

Anything to indulge in his insidious nature, while he was at it.

For now, he was focused on you, letting you get out all your feelings until he’s able to break the ice with some humor, whether it be through making faces or squishing your own face and then lifting the corner of your lips up until it’s a smile. You finally relented and let happiness in, having laughed and sniffled your last few sad sniffles.

He’d send you off after he lifted your spirits up just enough to where you could get back home and tuck yourself in bed for the night and fall asleep with a somewhat clear mind.

Your mind would be significantly clearer than last night when you turned on the news in the morning and saw the face of someone you recognized–someone you knew at least well enough to associate with unpleasant feelings.

He had a list, and he was plucking them off one by one.

All for you.

#slasher x reader #art the clown x you #slasher x you #art the clown x reader #art the clown #terrifier #When I saw this early in the morning I was like 'oh...🥺'#Then as I slapped my phone down on the bed again and was falling asleep I was like... I know just what to do #Idk who hurt you anon but I'd fight them!!!! I hope that this little drabble makes your day a little brighter #cornerstore asks #long post #minors dni #I AM SO SORRY I DID NOT GET THIS OUT SOONER THAN WHAT I INTENDED guess who lost power for 4 hours #canon x reader

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seventh-district · 3 days

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so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr 2.2 #hsr spoilers #hsr leaks #the body of this post reads as far less enthusiastic than i really am #i just don’t know how to casually return from my latest 2 week hiatus only to gush abt a game i’ve hardly blogged abt before #but i’m not making a whole ass sideblog for it like i did for Genshin. nah y’all r gonna bear witness to my fixation with this one #so anyways don’t mind me. vibrating into another dimension with anticipation for the next 11 days #it’s insane man. a year ago i Never ever woulda thought i’d be so invested in this game. and it took Months for the game to really grab me #but i’m v glad i kept coming back even when i was struggling to really get into it. like i just had this feeling that if i stuck around and #gave the game a chance to really like. come into its stride. i just always felt like there was Something there and i just hadn’t found it #and holy shit i finally found it in Penacony. the devs really truly outdid themselves with this region and these characters and this story #not to discount everything that’s happened prior. like i was genuinely Liking it all before now but i wasn’t Loving it y’know #but that may be more a ‘me having to fight tooth n’ nail to force myself to consume new media’ thing than it is a matter of the actual game #anyways i came here to talk abt the program! bc since i’m not filming my HSR stuff i’m gonna be insufferable abt it on Tumblr instead ! :)#and i’m probably not filming any more Genshin stuff. or anything else at all for that matter but let’s not talk abt that dead dream #pun not intended lmao. Anyways let’s return to the subject at hand while there’s still room left in these tags shall we #i’m so fucking glad they had Aventurine on this program man. especially since he’s leaked to only have 18 lines in 2.2… it was nice to see-#-him here at least 🥹 i’ll take what i can get. his unenthusiastic little bird noises at the beginning.. him being reluctant to come out..#the way one of the first things to come out of his mouth was ‘y’know DR RATIO once told me…’ like boy we get it ur in love with him 🙄 (/J!)#i love how they can’t go on these programs w/o talking abt each other it’s adorable. AND THE WAY HE WAS THE ONE TO EXPLAIN BOOTHILL’S KIT!?#they can’t just fuel my crackship like this… god and his whole ‘muddle-fudger.. son-of-a-nice-lady?’ thing had me wheezing #Aven mocking Boothill’s inability to curse was not on my special program bingo card but fuck i’m here for it #and Robin being all curious abt him was so cute.. ‘who /is/ he? … does he order milk at the bar?’ i’m crying she’s so sweet #also the trailer was fucking insane. which feels redundant as hell bc all of HoYo’s version trailers go hard but like. still. wow.#that millisecond long shot of Boothill surveying the skyline is so fucking good. also what the fuck is Jing Yuan doing here!!#not complaining at all tho. we’ve got JY & DH(IL?). Argenti(?). Boothill. Sunday. Aven. all my men r here and i am eating so fucking good #Seven.txt #viddy game stuff

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deadlittledogs · 1 month

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uwwuuhhh… *sniffles*….. MY MISS LITTLE LADY, WHY DID I ACCIDENTALLY NAME YOU SOMETHING GAY….

#She was the first kitten I intended on adopting out so when I made her CL ad I was like. Alright whatever it doesn't matter #I'll just name you something cringe and gay cuz whoever takes u will just change it #but then.......... slowly.... I started to.... le fall in love....#and by the time the people who wanted her came to the house #I PLAYED SWITCHAROO LMAO #I WAS PANICKING ALL FUCKING DAY CUZ I DIDN'T WANT HER TO GO #AND MY DAD WAS LIKE. I doubt those people will be able to tell the difference. they all look the same to me. just give them another one.#and gulps that's exactly what I did lol #handed them a different one so I could keep her for myself <3 #and after long deliberation between her and her arguably cuter sister......shes dah one for me.... she's so sweet and snuggy....#BUT NOW SHE HAS A CRINGE GAY FUCKING NAME AHHHH #when I say it I wince because... WELL.... ITS AN ANIME CHARACTER.....#AND I DON'T WANT TO BE THAT GUY #I want to get her a name tag soon.... and I don't want it to be the name of a freaking ANIME character lmao.#if you're reading this GIVE ME SUGGESTIONS HELP ME HELP ME PLEASE

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thefreakandthehair · 1 year

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since I’ve been clickety-clackin’ away on over the hills and far away, I figured I’d share another spoiler-free tidbit! another month or so and this baby will be posted! ahhhhh!

tagging those who’ve expressed interest: @bayouteche @stevieclaus @tuvens @santasteve @ruthofrhythm @toburnup @sparklyslug @justspicysixthings @fruityfour @fruityfourgalore @fastcardotmp3 @flashyysins @hotcocoaharrington @kkpwnall @sam-ried @strawberryspence @ruvina-loz @undreamingscatworld @seidenbros @legitcookie @aringofsalt @patheticgirlsteve @henrystars @sharpbutsoft @nailbatandrobin @harringtonisms @stardustonpages @lallagoupsidedown @corrodedcoughin @steddiebf @songbvrd @hexmionegranger @phantypurple @courtjestermunson @wroteclassicaly @solosnail @flowercrowngods @kirstindunst @withacapitalp @newton-pulsifer @quevadilla @strangersatellites @stevesbipanic @wynnyfryd @prettyboyandthemetalhead @counting-dollars-counting-stars @deehellcat

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #over the hills and far away #myfic #remember when I said this would be like 40k words total?#it’s at 42k and I still have like 6 chapters left…#I hope it doesn’t get so long people don’t wanna read it?#I did NOT intend on writing a whole ass novel but my hand slipped

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sun-marie · 2 months

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What I really think media with ensemble casts, especially those in a traveling group of some kind, are missing are big, blow-out arguments between the group. Especially when there's a conflict of interests, I am such a sucker for when two or more characters disagree so strongly that they realize very little is actually holding them together as a group, and wonder if it's time to go their separate ways.

I feel like a lot of video games, specifically, just kind of assume once the traveling band is "complete", it's forced to stay together until the player expressly permits it, but I don't really find that very compelling and a lot of times it feels more like they're relying on some kind of immediately strong bond that hasn't really been earned. Which is a shame, because in my opinion one of the best ways to strengthen that bond is to have the characters disagree and argue. Maybe they realize they're only being superficially held together and so they temporarily split up, only to then realize how much they've come to care for the others in the group. Then they reunite, make-up, formulate a plan to go forward, and boom, the group bond is that much stronger. Or maybe they don't even split up, and maybe they never learn to like each other, but they decide whatever cause their working toward is more important. Something else, bigger than them, is holding them together.

It just feels like a lot of potential is going to waste to just skip straight to the intense found family bond, without earning it.

#there are exceptions of course #like I thought it was clever how bg3 did it where the group didn't necessarily intend to be traveling together this long #and then once they learned about the tadpoles and the artifact it turns out it's either stay together or die #but a disagreement between them every once and a while instead of assuming they're all insta-besties couldn't hurt #and DA2 kinda circumvents this by Hawke not really going anywhere #so if Fenris isn't having a good time with Anders he can just like stay home and vice versa #but games like Octopath Traveler 2 would really benefit from some stronger disagreements #like my first playthrough Castti's ch. 4 and Osvald's ch. 5 lined up right next to each other #and like vague ot2 spoilers #but what I would give to see them hash it out #over whether to save thousands of people Castti doesn't know potentially at the cost of saving one person Osvald cares a great deal for #or vice versa #especially with how hardened Osvald's become it would have been soooo juicy #i get that would've been difficult to implement and that's probably more the job of fanfic #but that's just an example of what I mean #idk I just think more creators shouldn't be afraid to have their characters seriously argue with each other #because not every disagreement is a dealbreaker and can in fact strengthen their bonds #and like not every game cast needs to be found family! but if you want that found family effect you have to show them arguing like a family #poe1 is a good example of a group that travel together and don't necessarily have this tight bond #they just feel like good friends (mostly)#i had other examples that I can't think of now and may add later #I feel like I was going somewhere with this but yeah it's just something I've been thinking about #let characters fight sometimes. conflict is what makes stories good #edit: FE: 3 Houses was the other example I was thinking of!#like things get pretty dire in the Blue Lions route and Dimitri has some pretty questionable moments #but with the exception of like Felix hardly anyone calls him out on it they just kind of go along with it #and lo and behold Felix is one of my favorite 3H characters and his friendship with Dimitri is extremely compelling #bc their friendship was tested and survived #marie speaks

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that-was-anticlimactic · 1 year

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i see you shine and the dark disappears

written for @sockfus for the @atlawintersolstice! <3

Sokka’s favorite part of the day was going to bed.

And sure, he loved snuggling up in blankets and gazing out the window, basking in Yue and all her light. He loved dreaming about fun things like math and his family and friends. He loved the silence that came with the night, so still and different from the bustling palace in the day.

But that’s not why he loved going to bed.

There were lots of things to love about the night, but his favorite by far was seeing Zuko.

[or: sokka, zuko, and sleep

🌻4,650 words | zukka🌻

#corey writes:)#AHHHHHH HI I HOPE THIS IS OKAY!!!#you said that you liked sleep/cuddling and like h/c / recovery so i tried to incorporate all of those things in it iuytfcgvhio0i9ugytf #i did. not intend for it to get this long??? tho i suppose it's better than last year when i accidentally wrote 13k words oops #this was fun haha #we don't have to look too deeply into the sokka section hahahhahah nah why would. why would we do that #anyways hope you enjoy!!! and sorry i didn't follow you sooner lol - i didn't want it to be obvious that i had you for the exchange so i #just occasionally went through your account iuygfcghuioiuhyg imma follow you Now tho <3 #atla #zukka #zukka fanfic #zuko x sokka #sokka x zuko #atla fanfic

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8bit-mau5 · 1 year

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Finally posts wretched ass old man cos I needed more characters that were morally reprehensible. This is Rhanyr Hamzad, the Overseer. He’s a teal-cerulean cusp but legally recognized as a ceruleanblood because of his eye mutation and psionics. Basically he can possess people, jumping from one host to the other and execute plans into motion. He has access to the host’s memories and everything they know, and is used to infiltrate enemy lines and sabotage the opposing force’s plans.

This is a terribly vindtictive man who’s behind the plotting of the bomb that wiped out Raizol and his entire squadron over 20 sweeps ago. He’s obsessed with power and the notoriety of the Hamzad name.

He’s technically open and available for questions, I just don’t have sprites for him. Soon enough I’ll formally introduce his daughter, Sohlao.

Rhanyr - HE/HIM only

#artists on tumblr #fantrolls #homestuck #hiveswap #Gabriel's arts #Rhanyr Hamzad #ive had this guy in my thoughts and AGONIES since september and this is the first time #ive actually gotten around to drawing him #while it is only a bust for now. i DO intend on drawing a waist up or smth for him another time. last night was just #mmy time to sit and concentrate on getting how he looks down after so long #ANYWAS HI HELLO... OLD MEN LOVERS COME FORTH #hes a dilf. a terrible horrible one but. technically a dilf #im really proud of how he came out tbh #EDIT: DID I MENTION THIS GUY IS FLEET? COS HES IN THE FLEET.

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benevolenterrancy · 6 months

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Wei Wuxian had already made his mark on the cultivation world and he knew it. He had been a nuisance and a war hero and a threat and the stain of true evil and then he had died. Whatever place he had once carved for himself was shed at some point in those thirteen years. Now, having been revived, a man displaced from time, he could accept that he didn't really belong anywhere except perhaps at Lan Wangji's side. And that should be enough, because Lan Wangji's side was the best place in the world to belong. It didn't matter if none of the other sects wanted anything to do with him, or the fear and scorn that other cultivators met him with. Really, it didn't. The juniors disagree.

27k of me basically screaming that Wei Wuxian deserves nice things actually and should get to have a whole bunch of juniors absolutely adore him. I'm not sure what spurred this except a very specific desire to write the final scene, but I was in A Mood and this has basically been what's occupied my free time for the past few weeks.

#mdzs #fanfiction #i ended up getting one very specific scene stuck in my head and it made me laugh so i crafted an entire fic around it #i did not intend for it to get this long but then i just wanted to throw wwx and people who love him #wwx getting to Be A Teacher For Juniors is one of my favourite things actually

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resident-rats · 4 months

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Okay like,,, right now the fic I’m writing is sitting at 11.5k words