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triciastep · 8 months

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Since Droplet was second to win the OC info poll! Here’s a little bit of backstory and small facts! (Also there is an actual name, I just like using Droplet.)

Droplet, or otherwise known as Patricia/Tricia, was born in Earthrealm. She was raised with love and care from her parents, living a semi normal childhood except for one thing.

She had the ability to control water.

Ever since she was a small child, she could make water float into the air, though not very good at it at the time and sometimes even out of her control. This concerned her parents extremely, having no knowledge of magic or the other realms, their only hope was that as she grew older, she would forget about her powers and they would disappear, but it was the opposite.

As Droplet grew older, her powers became stronger, not only of her control over water, but other abilities manifested.

Whenever she was in the water, she would be under for long periods of time, people sometimes thought she was drowning but she was totally fine. She could also swim faster underwater, it both amazed and baffled other children and parents alike.

Her parents were all for keeping her far away from large bodies of water but Droplet protested, loving to swim and play, at the time innocently seeing no harm and not seeing how potentially dangerous her powers could be.

Then one day while swimming in her small backyard pool with her mother watching, Droplet was bored and wished she was at the water park instead of in the small pool her parents got her.

As if her wish was granted, Droplet was suddenly in a swirl of water in the small pool that suddenly felt bottomless. When she came up for air, she was surrounded by people in the water park she wished she was at.

Many people looked at her with shock and confusion, which only made the small and scared child more upset. She wanted her mother and wished she was back home, and in a similar swirl of water, she was back in the small pool in her backyard, where her mother was trying to pull her out. She was pulled into her mother’s embrace and was terrified by what just happened.

After that incident, Droplet’s parents finally stressed to her that if anyone found out about her powers, then someone would come and take her away, use her, hurt her family, and hurt her as well.

Hearing this and in the aftermath of the water park incident, Droplet’s love of the water turned into fear. Everyone, including Droplet, agreed to keep her out of the water from then on. She ignored her powers and tried her hardest to forget about them, but it was almost impossible with the cloud of fear hanging over her head.

As the years went by, Droplet’s childhood and teenage years were usually spent in isolation, even though she stayed far away from the water, the fear of her powers accidentally awakening and being found out caused her to develop terrible social anxiety and becoming very introverted.

Despite it all, she did miss the water, sometimes, she would have dreams about swimming again. Even though she didn’t use her powers, there was a part of her that could still feel them inside her, just waiting to be used again.

She would be lying if she said she didn’t often wonder why she had her abilities or where they came from but she ignored those questions like she ignored her powers.

She was successful for the most part in having as normal a life one could have with what she knew about the world. Though she didn’t have many close friends growing up, she luckily had interests in what people would often define as ‘nerdy’, such as video games and cheesy movies.

When she reached her twenties, Droplet got a job at an arcade in her local mall, to which she enjoyed. It was a mundane life for her but she preferred it that way.

One day, a mysterious light appeared that shot into the sky and caused power outages and other electronic devices to be temporarily unusable. It caused so much panic for everyone, but thankfully the light was gone as soon as it stared. Power and electronics started to work again and people thought that it was some light show gone wrong. After that, everyone went about their business again.

A few weeks later when Droplet was closing up the arcade for the night, there was an incident that involved a strange creature that attacked her.

The altercation not only caused her to use her powers, but also resulted in her meeting a woman named Tari, who has taken it as her responsibility to stop the creatures and the portals that have been popping up all over the world.

When Tari suggested the two work together, Droplet was hesitant, not knowing Tari and remembering the fear of being used for her powers, but also having no combat or proper control over her abilities.

Tari stated that if they didn’t work together, things would only get worse and also purposed the idea that perhaps this was the reason she had her powers to begin with. So, with that, Droplet agreed.

Soon after, the two met Jai Li, who introduced them to a whole new world of magic that neither thought to be possible.

A world that Droplet hoped to find the answers to the questions she’s asked for so long.

Here are some small facts about Droplet:

Likes to eat, doesn’t have a favorite food.

A crybaby and is not ashamed of bursting into tears.

She can turn herself into water! At first she couldn’t control it and it usually happened when she was scared, but it works great as a camouflage or to reach for something.

As a result of using her powers more, her eyes shift from brown to teal often.

Will spend a lot of time underwater and disassociate, often forgets she has to come up for air.

Surprisingly became the jokester of the team despite her introverted nature and she’s really kind and wants to get along with everyone, or at least try to.

Made a promise to herself to never use her powers to kill, afraid that she would be confirming a deep dark fear that she may be some kind of monster.

Has a necklace that was given to her by her mother, saying that it belonged to a distant relative and it was for good luck. Wears it when she feels like she needs luck.

Wears glasses but doesn’t wear them when out on missions, she’s scared they’ll get broken.

Has the ability to teleport, she calls it Water Warping, however she can only do it to bodies of water she’s been in previously.

#tricia's trash talk #Droplet lore!!! Droplet lore!!!!!#Droplet #Mortal Kombat #MK #Mortal Kombat: Earthrealm Protectors #mk self insert #mortal kombat self insert #self insert #Self-Insert #Tari #Jai Li #MK Ocs #Mortal Kombat Ocs

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sinslythingz · 1 year

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25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Sappho the slime girl and her slime are the same material. Same lab. Means nothing, it's a good lab, they aren't related in the slightest, the material doesn't do anything other than the fact it's just them.

Ya know, slime girl stuff. I'll reblog this later with more insignificant information

#lore droplets #cody bitch.#peeps talk back

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spinyax · 9 months

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I don’t think that’s quite right

#spin lore #also it feels super heavy??? not like a thunderstorm like the droplets themselves feel dense somehow

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ask-the-medic · 1 year

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hey droplet do u have a family?

F- Family? What's That?

#rain world #ask #Droplet #I smell some Lore

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grunckle · 3 months

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Qualia and Ascension in Rain World

(To clarify I'm mostly talking about base-game lore and not including Downpour, but honestly most of these things can transfer over)

Qualia

One thing that’s relatively hidden in Rain World’s text and subtext is the concept of qualia. Qualia is described as being, “sensory experiences that have distinctive subjective qualities but lack any meaning or external reference to the objects or events that cause them.” It’s a personal sensory experience that cannot be comprehended by another person other than the individual themself, and are often hard to convey via language.

Qualia is a reoccurring motif in Rain World, but what’s more important is the way in which it’s conveyed to the player. The picture that’s painted is that of a world or civilization that placed a great importance on the individuals’ experience, and it’s shown through pearls or environmental details.

Here are some examples of qualia appearing in the text through pearls.

“It's qualia, or a moment - a very short one. Someone is holding a black stone, and twisting it slightly as they drag their finger across the rough surface. The entire sequence is shorter than a heartbeat, but the resolution is extraordinary.”

“A memory... but not really visual, or even concrete, in its character. It reminds of the feeling of a warm wind, but not the physical feeling but the... inner feeling. I don't think it has much utility unless you are doing some very fringe Regeneraist research.”

“This one... is authored by Five Pebbles, when he was young. There has been an attempt to scramble the data, but it's sloppily done, and most is still somewhat legible. It's written in internal language, or thoughts, so it is hard for me to translate so you would understand.”

But the most prominent examples of qualia and it’s importance in this world are the Memory Crypts and possibly ancient naming conventions. The deep purple pearl (shortened) found in Shaded Citadel states,

“In this vessel is the living memories of Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel, of the House of Braids (…) Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel nobly decided to ascend in the beginning of 1514.008, after graciously donating all (ALL!) earthly possessions to the local Iterator project (Unparalleled Innocence), and left these memories to be cherished by the carnal plane. The assorted memories and qualia include:”

Ancients likely mutated their own neural tissue into the cabinet beasts we see in Shaded, which were used to store their memories and qualia before ascension. Even james said once "how 5 pebs got the rot is a good hint here" in response to someone asking how cabinet beasts work, and how they're made.

Adding on to this, ancient (and iterator) naming conventions seem to be built off of the concept of qualia, with them focusing on individual images or experiences.

Nineteen Spades, Endless Reflections

Droplets upon Five Large Droplets

Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets

Looks to the Moon

Generally, this all points to a world focused on the expression and preservation of the individual experience. You could even consider some of the echo dialogue as more evidence for this running motif, but I already have too many quotes lol.

Ascension

So now time to talk about my interpretation of ascension. In short, you turn into a worm, but I should probably explain more than that.

So its been surfacing on rw-tumblr that the light in the end of the game is called the egg in files. Although file names shouldn't be taken as fact or canon, it is pretty obvious given the birth imagery.

But something a little lesser known is what happens to the worm that takes us down to the void-sea depths. Void worms normally have a bright glowing effect, on their body, which is present for ours as well. But after it unhooks us, it swims down, and when it passes us on it's way back that glowing effect is gone.

To be honest, I don't really think this can be interpreted in many ways, but the most obvious one and the one I personally subscribe to is that the worm laid the egg. Biology and spirituality really aren't that different in Rain World, it's implied that karma is stored in the brain through Five Pebbles's slideshow. Adding on to that, we see voidspawn after eating an iterator neuron. One's spiritual state is innately tied to their mental state, and that dictates what and what they can't perceive.

And for that reason I decide to take a more biology leaning approach to what happens in the ending. At face value, we are fertilizing the egg of a void worm to be reborn into a voidspawn.

Not only do void spawn and void worms have multiple characteristics in common, (worm like bodies, tendrils/tentacles, glowing heads, void spawn look microbial and void worms are likely some of the oldest "life" in game)

but voidspawn are seen inside egg-like coverings and share the same egg light seen in the end of the game, confirmed to be the same thing by Videocult in a livestream they did.

I believe that all this points to ascension being re-birth into a voidspawn, which eventually undergoes metamorphose into a worm. Higher-dimensional beings, who manifest and give birth to a new world.

So how does this tie in with qualia? Another thing you might know is that the area in which void spawn are most plentiful is Shaded Citadel and areas in Shoreline near Shaded. And shaded is absolutely packed with Cabinet Beasts, even outside Memory Crypts. I believe these qualia-storing creatures are what manifest voidspawn.

From what we see in ascension, it still looks physical and largely based around the real world. Hunter still has his scars and see's an iterator, survivor sees the slug tree in a more mystical and formless state, and monk sees survivor frankly just looking like a normal slugcat. I think that ascension is a product of qualia. We transcend our earthly knowledge via the egg, and our own qualia is used to give birth to a new world. This is why voidspawn appear most in Shaded Citadel.

Now I won't be getting into Void-Worm theories too much here, I'm mostly focused on ascension but I can't ignore the Gnosticism parallels. For those who don't know, Void Worms heavily resemble the Yaldaboath from Gnosticism, along with sharing some similar celestial motifs.

and running with that some people theorize that, like the Yaldabaoth, void worms are responsible for manifesting the material world. Ascension seems to be a mix of the concepts of Gnosis and Nirvana, but I believe it might lean more on Gnosis.

From my limited knowledge, Gnosis is a few things, some of which being a state achieved from experiences or intuitions, and an essential part to salvation is personal knowledge. While researching a bit, I came across this text by Peter Wilberg called "From NEW AGE to NEW GNOSIS" which brings up some comparisons between Gnosticism and qualia as well.

"Gnosis is subjective knowledge of an inner universe made up not of matter, energy, space or time but of countless qualitative spheres or ‘planes’ of awareness – a knowledge obtained directly through inter- subjective resonance. It is the subjective science of this inner universe."

One thing though that has been brought up when discussing this is how this can be consolidated with the tone of the ending. It is pretty un-ambiguously happy, but if we're going with the Void worm Yaldaboath theory then that would put a bit of a sour twist on it right?

I agreed with these for some time, but now I actually think it ties in perfectly with Rain World's core themes as stated by the devs, "overcoming differences and finding empathy." I don't think the void worms are "evil" or malevolent, but I think they (and subsequently us after ascending) play a key role in demonstrating this theme.

By manifesting the physical world, we allow these souls to experience life and develop their own qualia so one day they can ascend themselves. We are shown compassion, and pass it forward.

#rain world #rain world lore #lore #rain world spoilers #gnosticism #gnosis

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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Heirs [Asgard!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki starts your marriage by breaking tradition. Naturally. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Fluff & Smut. Oral. Asgardian HC Lore. Language. Loki POV. (w/c 1.9k)

Loki’s eyes followed the ripples your palms made over the water. Over the curve of your back. The delicate line of your spine. Steam rose in a mist, braiding upwards in the amber glow of sunset through the arched windows.

Sodden rose petals clung delicately to your waist, peppered sporadically on your skin like clean wounds. Beautiful, he thought, letting his robe fall with a rustle around his ankles to the ancient stone of the palace baths.

He smirked as you turned with a splash, instinctually covering your breasts before breaking into a smile. “Husband,” you giggled in greeting. It was the first time you had said it.

The word made him shiver, despite the heat thumping between his legs.

Loki enjoyed the slow crawl of your eyes up his body. You took in every inch of his long legs with the unrestrained hunger of a horny stable-hand, thumbs beginning to subconsciously massage your nipples. There was a flicker of pink as your tongue flashed over your lips, gaze lingering on his cock heavy set between tensed thighs. All yours, my love.

The water was perfectly warm. Hot – but not overly so. Carefully controlled thermal springs which ran into the palace saw to that. With each step into the stilling pool he took, you took a step back.

Even now wed, still ever the tease. Loki’s lips stretched in a mischievous smile, matching your own.

Heat kissed his knees, then his thighs, then his hips– dipping backwards to wet his hair in the perfumed baths. He could feel the weight sink into the tight weaves of his ceremonial braids, wound from his temples, the ends sinking down between floating strands of black. He rose up, rivulets running from his temples down to the nook of his collarbone. The Prince let out a small groan as you reclined on the steps by the side of the pool, only the curve of your mounds visible above gently lapping water. Beautiful.

You bit your lip, resting your elbows on the side. Waiting.

“I might even apologise for interrupting but I believe that would not be the most auspicious start to our marriage,” he coyed, before stopping directly in front of you.

He could feel the cool of your breath against his skin, wafting in teasing waves over the fat tip of his cock protruding from the water. “There will be plenty of time for lies, I'm sure,” you replied with a knowing smile, neck craning up.

Loki shivered again as your lips melded against his stomach, thumbs pressing into his obliques while your fingers curled around his trunk. He could feel droplets roll between his shoulder-blades as his neck tilted back. The feeling of your fingers wrapping around his base of his cock, the gentle suck of your mouth on the thick, swollen head threatening to make his knees buckle. How long he had waited for this. How long you had both waited for this.

“Stop,” he gasped, just as you primed to swallow him whole. Loki would never forget the way your eyes shone with innocent confusion. He looked forward to seeing that moment reflected in your beautiful gaze many times in the coming years. The god bent down, capturing your lips with a messy kiss while he slid beside you on the stone seat concealed beneath the surface.

“Do you know," he began, pausing to brush a thumb over your lips, "that the royal men of Asgard are forbidden from pleasuring their wives with their mouths?” His eyes searching yours, nerves fluttering in his belly. “I have heard it said,” you hummed, curling a thick ebony strand of Loki’s wet hair around your finger. “But it never made sense to me.”

Loki chuckled, leaning forwards to suck gently against your neck.

His tongue would never sate from the taste of your skin. Never. He let out a rasping moan in your ear, one of his hands sliding between your open thighs beneath the water.

The tips of his fingers grazed the plump folds he found, the arch of your back against the terracotta making his shaft twitch against his stomach. “You see, if my tongue is buried between your thighs, wife, it is not my cock.”

“Heirs?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Heirs.” Loki smirked. You rolled your eyes playfully as his finger trailed lazily down your inner thigh, dragging softly over your knee.

“The most beautiful sounds a woman can make are thus,” he postured casually, leaning one elbow on the side with a fist beneath his temple. Your palms slid teasingly over his stomach, inching further with each time-wasting word. “Firstly, the primal grunt as her blade pierces the flesh of her enemy. And second...”

Loki paused to follow the descent of a particularly fliratatious droplet down the curve of your neck with one long finger, “the shameless groan in her throat as she cums into the mouth of her lover.”

“Is that so?” you said, sliding your hands up over his shoulders. Oil swirling within the heat of the baths made them soft and slick, the lady’s delicate grip against ropes of ferocious muscle making him weaken. Loki felt his brows slant. “You do not believe me?” he murmured incredulously.

The laugh that chimed from your throat made his heart swell.

“My Lord, I am innocent of such things as you well know,” you said, a sarcastic smirk tugging your lips. Loki tutted, playing the game. “I have fought beside you many times, wife. I know that you keep the highest count of men slain by a woman’s hand.”

You nodded thoughtfully, before your head tilted to the side. “I meant the other thing,” you whispered, pressing your lips together. Loki cupped your cheeks as your stare focused on the narrow valley of lapping water between your bodies. He frowned. "Truly?" You nodded. He could feel your cheeks warm beneath his touch. How can it be that a man has never pleasured her so, he thought.

“Then let me show you how black of a steed I truly am in this family of mine,” he heard himself mutter, seeing your chest begin to heave with quickening breaths. “Of all our inane traditions, that is by far the most loathsome.”

The nervous laugh that escaped you bounced to every vault in the high ceilings, sinking through the cross-breeze from the open arches.

“More so than the Ceremony of the Sacred Seed?” you giggled, biting your lip again. Loki nodded, a smile curling one side of his mouth. “The Ceremony is a farce, but this…?” his hands found the curve of your waist beneath the water, lifting you effortlessly to the final step before the bath’s edge. “The waste of my wife’s pleasure from my talents would be unforgivable.”

Water lapped gently at your hipbones while Loki carefully placed your calves over his shoulders. He turned his cheek, placing three kisses gently on wet skin. “Besides, was it not the Ceremony which set our path in motion?” he murmured, before grazing his teeth over your ankle. Your hips bucked upwards, a splash. “At least we may be thankful for that.”

Loki watched in awe as your body leant back against the smooth terracotta ledge, the clear bathwater making rivers and brooks through the creases of your hips. The way your curves stretched and moulded to the stone, fat streaks of water languishing down your supple, oiled skin.

He spread his knees against the bottom step, sinking down. His stomach flipped as your breath hitched, desire roaring behind a demure moan. Your glistening pussy was being lapped by the sway of water, swollen lips revealed and hidden with the graceful tide. Loki hoisted your thighs, positioning you perfectly.

“You know, technically, this is treason against the crown,” he purred teasingly, working sucking kisses up the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He felt them tremble around his neck.

“Husband, please,” you gasped, letting your head drop back. The wet of your hair slopped against the warm stone floor. Loki smirked against your skin, feeling a long breath leave your lungs as his palms lightly gripped your waist. “Very well, Princess-” he smiled.

Loki let his eyes drink in the sight for as long as physics would allow before his lips formed a soft latch to your centre. He stilled, letting you buck into his mouth with a shudder. The warmth of the bathwater lapped at his jaw, liquid silk mingling his tongue with your sex. And like a tame beast, he began a flat ascent up your slit.

The subsequent rattling, gasping cry from your body would never leave him. Surprise, relief, pleasure, freedom – it was all contained in that wordless pitch wavering amongst the bathhouse steam.

He let his tongue curve the softness of your womanhood, hands roaming further up your waist. The curvaceous weight of your breasts cupped in his hands made his cock ache. A vision of sinking himself inside you flashed through his mind, rolling and wrapping in once-pristine matrimonial bedsheets. With every rock of your hips, that delicate pussy crept further from the surface before retreating; never fully submerged but always caressed by the touch of water.

Loki felt your hands slide over his temples, fingers that did not know what to do with themselves playing at his intricate ceremonial braids.

It was tradition for the bride to undo the braiding on the wedding night while her husband rested, utterly spent of course. Of course, Loki thought; as the flat of his tongue pressed against your clit. Your back arched from his palms, an ambrosial moan of his name ringing around the cloisters. But there is time enough for that.

He was vaguely aware of the rumbles of wet enthusiasm bubbling from deep in his throat, the taste of jasmine mingling with the sweet nectar leaking from your entrance. All of it. He wanted all of it. All of her.

Your fingers had knitted into the thick of his braids, pulling his face gently between your thighs. Deeper. Loki smiled against your cunt. He rocked you back, sitting up further on his knees. The god took a breath, pausing to observe the once-forbidden glory of your pussy displayed beneath his loving command.

“How are you mine?” he hummed over your pleasure-drunk form, water dripping from his chin. You melted into his open mouth as he delved down again. His worship was rhythmic, each wax and wane of his talented tongue ringing new wells of praise from your lips. Your hands slid down his glistening biceps, feeling every solid curve and vein on their descent.

He could feel the growing frequency of twitching in your calves, the tense of your thighs as you clung on to the wave of pleasure building in your gut. Gasping, you patted his forearm; but Loki shook his head against your sticky heat.

His eyes rose, seeing your brow furrowed in panicked anticipation. The Prince ran his palms up your thighs from where he knelt, never ceasing his gentle laps against your slit. Relax, my love, it said. I have you.

And with a choked cry of his name, Loki felt a warm well of sweetness against his tongue.

Water splashed against his cheeks as your hips shuddered, your tightened thighs pressing him closer. He slurped, kissing your sex as he would your mouth; massaging the sparks of ecstasy sizzling on every nerve for as long as they could last.

You had dug your fingertips deep into his triceps, riding out your pleasure. As she should, he thought; moaning against your cum-soaked sex. He hoped your enthusiasm would leave bruises. However fleeting.

“My Lord…” he heard you gasp through broken breaths. Loki took a moment to hover before lowering your legs, sinking your hips below the comforting glaze of water. Tendrils of his onyx hair spread on the ripples as you slid down the step to meet his lips with yours.

“My Lady,” he heard himself slur; drunk on the taste of your cum and the tone of your voice, “shall we to bed?”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, drawing him close. Fingertips played over the wet knotting of his braids, a loving smile tugging at your mouth. “Heirs?” you said, biting your lip.

“Heirs,” he smouldered.

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fathomlessgaze · 3 months

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artistry: you paint colors all over zayne's skin before he has to leave

very suggestive mdni + maybe some fluff+angst, zayne/reader, ~1.2k

warnings: 18+ only, making out, lots of hickeys/marking/bruises, they're both possessive tbh, an innuendo, implied to take place before medical rescue with allusions to things discussed in it but no spoilers for what happens in the card itself, allusions to foreseer lore, use of yn, pet names (my love, darling)

an: zayne in turtlenecks...the dawns shadow card......yeah...

pulling back, you take a look at your handiwork, the colors and splotches scattered over zayne’s neck. with his face tinged an uncharacteristic red and his collarbones no longer an empty canvas of pale skin, you think he’s nothing like the rumors that fly around the hospital. it doesn’t take much at all to reduce him to putty at your fingertips, so long as that person is, well, you.

you lace a hand through his hair, only further tousling the ruffled strands and causing a little groan to fall from his lips. on instinct, his hands fly to your hips, lowering your frame that straddles him to his lap. “yn,” he breathes, “please, hold on.”

he pants as he raises his lowered gaze to meet your eyes, his hazel orbs boring into your own with a sternness that makes you bite down on your lip. “just because i’m not in the hospital this week doesn’t mean i won’t be going outside at all,” he sighs.

pouting, you bring your palm to his jaw, brushing over his cheek. “i’m just…i’m gonna miss you.”

“we will see each other in a few days, won’t we, my love?”

you drape your wrists on his shoulders and lay your head down in the crook of his neck with a quiet sigh. “i don’t like waiting…”

there’s a quirk to his lips at your words and he turns his head to plant a kiss on the crown of yours. “it’s just a couple days, and i’m sure you have a lot of preparations to do at work in the meantime.”

while you know you’re being petulant, you can’t help it. you think zayne and his presence have bled themselves into every part of your life and being. you can’t remember what you did before him, and knowing the frequent power outages near the mountain and both of your busy upcoming schedules, you probably won’t be able to talk much. what are you supposed to do without him? what are you supposed to do when one day feels like a year? when a week brings an air of deja vu that makes a pit form in your stomach, as if you’ve been torn apart without him beside you before?

“i guess,” you mumble, sniffling.

“don’t cry, yn,” he exhales. he brings a hand from your hip to your face, thumbing away the small droplet that falls from the corner of your eye.

“what if something happens to you?” your murmur.

“nothing will happen,” he whispers. “i will be okay; i have done these rescue missions many times before.”

you let out a small whimper as you kiss the corner of his mouth, letting your own linger, your breaths practically becoming his. “promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”

even though he tries his best to downplay the way your care and concern reach his heart, you know him better than that, the faintest blush of pink building on his hot cheeks. he attempts once more at a serious expression as you discuss safety, a topic he wishes you would yield more to, but alas… pondering his options, a small smirk sneaks past his attempt to put on a nonchalant facade at your words. “i will promise that…but only if you promise me the same thing first.”

“fine.” you pout, a much quicker agreement than he was expecting. “i promise.”

you lean in close, your small exhale lingering between the two of you before your mouths meet once more and you gently nibble on his lower lip. a small moan escapes him, vibrating through your kiss and to your own body, but even he can’t make you forget your purpose. not this time, at least.

steeling yourself, you put on a stern glare as you pull away and ignore the pang from your separation that blooms in your gut. “your turn.”

he stares with a quiet intensity as you pull away, trying to feign impassivity despite his round pupils that watch your movement carefully, giving away everything you may want to know. taking your fingers in his own, he brings them to his lips, locking eyes with you all the way. “very well then. i promise.”

knowing him, you can predict how his business trip will begin without you there and you shoot him a pointed look. “and the first thing we’re doing when i get there is having a meal together.”

his hand reaches for your jaw and cheekbones once more, cupping your face tenderly in his large palm. “alright then.”

when you finally are satisfied with his response, resting your head back on his shoulder, you pucker your lips to his skin once again, pressing lazy kisses along his jaw. his muscles stiffen beneath you as you continue adding new colors and marks to his skin, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder as he caves in.

“yn,” he warns lowly, the last bits of rationality trying to claw back at what’s taken over the rest of his thoughts. “at this rate everyone will know what we’ve been up to when i get to the base.”

“good,” you hum, the vibrations echoing along his skin. “i don’t know who’ll be there.”

maybe this was always a losing battle.

“so maybe that’s what i want.”

this was definitely always a losing battle, he decides. zayne would like to think he’s very diligent in whatever he decides to put his mind to, but if there’s anything he just can’t do, at least not without extreme difficulty, it’s saying no to you, especially when you give him your signature cute little look or use some of your other equally persuasive methods.

your eyes flicker to his before you resume your work, painting warm splotches along his neck and collarbone. “maybe everyone should know you’re mine. just in case.”

he moans at your words, tightening his grip around your waist, but he admittedly tilts his head, giving you more room to continue your efforts.

a beat passes before you pull away to admire the latest artwork you’ve added to the collection of marks you’ve made tonight. “you look really good in that turtleneck anyway,” you whisper, pressing one last gentle kiss to soothe the spot before moving to the next inch of his skin to tease.

something in your words jumpstarts what’s been hiding, lying low, in the back of his mind. his gaze hardens at your words, his hands finding and squeezing your hips to still you so he can flip you both and is hovering over you. “oh, darling, you better believe i won’t be the only one who will have to cover up marks and bruises.”

sure, he’ll have to get up earlier and do a lot to hide all the work you’ve done on his collarbones for the next few days at minimum…at least until you arrive and can help him conceal all of your “art” on his skin. but there’s no way he’s going down without a fight. and when he plants his lips under your jaw, hovering dangerously close to your pulse point that thuds along to the unsteady rhythm in your ears, you know it’s over for you. it’s gonna be a long night. not that you mind exactly…

#zayne x reader #love and deepspace x reader #l&ds x reader #ive never posted anything like this or this suggestive in my life please be gentle with me 😭#zayne x y/n #zayne x you #zayne fluff #zayne smut #love and deepspace fluff #love and deepspace #l&ds smut #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace smut #mine #tbh i feel like zayne would be like no marks and then punish you for giving him them anyway #but like idk maybe hes feeling sentimental or smthn bc youre gonna be separated idk that part is up to your imagination

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odusseus-xvi · 8 months

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Antoine : I finished writing my lore and sent it to the admins, they answered by "WOW that's incredible" and added that I needed to just change a few things which I will. I'm still baffled that they accepted most of it because it's BIG.

Chatter : Will you come more ?

Antoine : If they accept the final version yes absolutely.

Chatter : Will you tell the others ?

Antoine : Absolutely not. I will reveal it droplet by droplet. Going bigger and bigger.

#qsmp #qsmp antoine daniel #qsmp antoine #CAN'T YOU TELL I'M HYPED

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yourplayersaidwhat · 8 months

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Lore dump on players at Royal Banquet looking for information on killer Vampire.

*In a side room*

Count: Back in the day, my ancestors used to be vampire hunters. Dedicated ones. So much so, they asked a god to curse our bloodline to, well, make our blood toxic. We'd hunt vampires with both the stake and seduction. That probably put a surprise upon many of their faces.

But, nowadays, as the Shade Council has made vampires adhere to the rules of society, we live quietly as Counts. Now, as for the reason you've come to me, we know of this sir Levenor you speak of. He-

Elf Wizard: May I taste your blood?

Dm: ...No.

Elf Wizard: I just want to study it. I'm sure it's not that bad.

Gnome Rogue: Eh, let him have his poison.

Human Cleric: If you die, it's me who has to take care of you after.

Dragonborn Paladin: I agree, yet I'm incredibly curious. I'll expend some lay on hands for this experiment.

Human Cleric: ...Fine, but if I have to use a diamond, you're paying me back.

Elf Wizard: Deal. So, sir Count?

Dm: ...

Count: Very well, but the responsibility is your own. *Takes out a knife, nicks his finger, and drops a few blood droplets into a coffee.*

Elf Wizard: *Drinks coffee.*

Dm: Hang on, I gotta roll 40d12.

Elf Wizard: Wait, what?

Human Cleric: Oh.

Dragonborn Paladin: *Hiss* Ow.

Gnome Rogue: Oh, wait, now I remember. I learned this, *Looks nervous around table*, just now.

Dm: Be glad you're not undead Elf, this is Radiant damage.

#shit my players say #rpg #submission #shareable #unconventional food choices #famous last words

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soaricarus · 6 months

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general stuff/about me/etcetc

formerly falling-silent-hope; since then changed username so it's consistent across (most) sites. kacky on flightrising, soarin on chickensmoothie. @uninvited-anarchy is my sideblog!

my cohost but don't except me to use it much. - my carrd, and my toyhouse with all my characters!

i've made a simple slugcat and iterator oc generator, post is here. will probably remake it when i get the energy to.

i run @ask-invterator based on my headcanon that inv is an iterator turned slugcat!

qualia lost in the snow is my oc fic, i write on it when my brain lets me, also working on a fic where hunter never made it :]

askbox!

art requests - not right now unless they're funny (e.g. "saint throwing hands with an echo")

oc asks - FUCK YEAH. ALWAYS i love rambling abt them

rain world lore asks - ABSOLUTELY please ask me about my rw headcanons it actually helps me quite a bit. feel free to ask about whatever!

general questions - whenever! ask me whatever anytime. i love asks. ask me abt anything i'm doing or what i'm thinking about. literally go off

tags and stuff below

tags and what they're for

#words on the wind is my talk tag for whatever i feel like rambling about. i also tag asks with this on most occasions.

#[asks] is, well, my ask tag. i even went back and tagged all my old asks a while back! before this it was just my wotw tag. people off-anon get their user tagged too! #tide's pool is for asks i want to save for later

#[my art] is self explanatory; except sometimes i forget. feel free to remind me if you notice i haven't tagged some of my art with this! usually all the slugcats are tagged with #rw slugcat (and variations, but this is the one i use the most commonly). wips are tagged with #aerie's feathers and usuall rw art is tagged with #rain world art.

#[hc rambles] is stuff about my headcanons, usually prompted by asks. #lore for later and #lore in the droplets are my tags for other's lore posts and my lore ramble tag respectively. usually litd is just for me rambling abt things i'm thinking about (and it is also relatively new)

#[oc rambles] is also self explanatory; stuff about my ocs. my blorbos if you will. posts with my ocs are tagged #> name or #name depending on if i went back and edited them or when they were posted. #sunpool's colorful skies is for any and all oc art

#wa and #wawa are um. i forgot what these were for. i know only one reblog is tagged with wa and wawa is just a bunch of misc stuff i wanted to save. some things are important some aren't(?). #wawaer is my inspo tag

will add more when i remember the rest of my tags oops.

#pinned post #words on the wind #[asks]#[my art]#[hc rambles]#lore for later #lore in the droplets #[oc rambles]#wa #wawa #wawaer #in-game shenanigans #sunpool's colorful skies

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ranboolivesaysstuff · 1 year

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TELL US MORE ABOUT THE SPRINGLOCK SEQUENCE PLEASE it sounds so interesting /gen

(and as someone with aphantasia i’m fascinated how tf do you do it lmao)

Ok AS A DISCLAIMER I AM NOT AN ACTUAL FILM MAKER YES THIS MAY SOUND LAME AS HELL IVE GOT NO CLUE WHAT IM DOING ALSO I DONT KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT THE FNAF LORE SO APOLOGIES IF I GET ANYTHING WRONG

Okay now that that safe guard is in place.

Okay so it starts out with like rain preferably facing towards the sky

The camera then pans down to reveal the restaurant, neon sign flickering, trash littered along the messy alleyways

Cuts to alleyway

A rat scurries across a newspaper which reveals a headline about missing children. A scream echos from presumably inside the building just as the viewer gets enough time to read what is on the newspaper

Cuts to interior of the restaurant, classic recognizable items are littered about, another scream but louder, another cut

The scream continues into the cut while a slow zoom from the first animatronic you are now able to see: Freddy with his mouth wide open, almost broken the scream is timed in such a way it appears to be coming from his mouth. In the zoom out you can see multiple animatronics all disassembled (I think that’s what happened before in the cutscenes in the games but idk)

You hear another scream another cut this time to an odd first person shot, you see that your body appears to be a man, he appears to be running from something all you can make out is a small ghostly figure as he looks back.

Another cut to reveal the golden Bonnie suit. You hear footsteps getting louder as a door opens casting light onto it.

Another cut. This time to the rainfall again.

A single drop then falls, you watch it fall as it makes its way into the crack in the roof. It makes it’s way past the pipes and the vents and eventually drips down as time slows. The drop is now being viewed from the top down and you can see the man now wearing the springlock suit is being cornered by multiple ghostly figures however this is all out of focus.

As the drop gets close to the shoulder it cuts again, half of the face of springlock Bonnie Is visible as you can see the man inside smiling smugly, you zoom into the droplet as it hits his shoulder and makes its way in

You see it move past the complicated and tiny gears and into the incorrect one.

Cuts to black all you can hear are the sounds of mechanical failure, bones shattering, and the screaming of a man now trapped.

this is how I’d do it i think there’s another version with the gore bits but the tldr for that as I am tired is that its a bunch of different cuts between his screams and terror and the children’s unforgiving faces and it just has close ups of each metal rod being stabbed into him :D

Once again I have no idea what I’m doing yes this is just a fnaf movie scene it’s 6am and I’m having a great night I kind of thought of this as like a cool opening scene of sorts

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beeshoesometimesdraws · 1 month

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I gave into the little goblins in my head and made another au…( @potatotato-26 blaming you and your droplets au for this because it has infected my brain/pos/silly)

So basically something something Eclipse gets into trouble while doing stuff with Earth and something something happens and poof Eclipse has been reset and is now spilt into three lil baby eclipses

So now Earth has to wrangle the baby eclipses with no idea on what to do and shenanigans and family fluff (with maybe a few sprinkles of angst) ensues

I’m so good at explaining things ik💅 but also struggling with lore surrounding how exactly it happens so uh yeah-

The Eclipse triplets, names & designs all based on different kinds of eclipses cuz yes:

Total (sweet lil fella, kinda quiet tho)

Partial (the scrunkly wet-kitten menace, closest to Eclipse in both appearance & personality)

Annular (the C R E A T U R E )

Extra doodles under the cut

#bee rambles #tsams au #sun and moon show au #tsams #sun and moon show #tsams eclipse #I desperately wanted to draw lil baby bots and now I have an excuse to #we have the semi normal one #the menace #and the creature #they’re all just silly #and a handful #my art

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sinslythingz · 2 years

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What is Angel's favorite memory?

kindergarten, getting adopted. new mother, Crystal, finds out they like birds because of a bird watching book they own. two days after being adopted, while adjusting to a new home, gets taken out to a pet store to choose a pet. gets a baby parrot who stays with them for years and becomes a very pivotal part of their character arc

#oc #my oc #aih #cody elliot #peeps talk back #lore droplets

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yanaleese · 5 months

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Meet Karma, your new Yandere boyfriend!

Originally from El Salvador, Karma was born into the Sangre family - a line of totally innocent people who have no infamous connections whatsoever! He is the eldest out of his five brothers, and enjoys playing regular sports, including some...questionable ones.

However since that terrible, unfortunate day - things have never been quite the same. Now isolated and alone in an apartment somewhere in North Carolina, Karma has a new goal in mind: To never ever befriend a fucking vampire human ever again!

It's simple. All he has to do is (1) offer his black-hat hacking services on some shady websites, (2) steal some shockingly juicy government and state files (3) blackmail a few higher-ups and (4) use that gossip money to fund his exercise and gaming equipment by delivery-

Oh. Wait. Delivery?

"Puchica!" Karma cursed in his head, his fangs momentarily grazing his lip . He must've have fallen asleep a couple hours after working overtime. Brushing his bangs, he fully covered the bags under his eyes, before staring into the door's peephole, revealing your presence.

And there you were, impatiently tapping your feet in annoyance. As the minute hand kept ticking, your face gradually became distressed, your cheeks revealing your bloodshot eyes. You wanted sleep, and you wanted it now. After all the setbacks and inconveniences on your busy shift, this was your last delivery - and you were not going to let this customer shit on your parade.

As the door began to creek open, you flashed a plastic grin whilst waving the delivery in his face.

"This your delivery, Sir?"

Karma nodded, giving a genuine smile back, pen in hand. Your eyes almost bulged out of its eye sockets. You felt yourself bit your lip hard, causing it to bleed. Lowering your gaze, you prayed that your beating heart didn't combust into a malfunctioning, bumbling mess.

In your head all you could think about what was one thing, and one thing only.

Holllllllllllly shit. Those FUCKING T I T S -

"Cool. Just sign here, and you got yourself a present."

You heard a low chuckle out of him, causing a slight blush to form on your face. You cursed under your breath, trying to keep it together. Karma's eyes twinkled with amusement, loving the professional façade you retained on your already tired face. However, if you looked closely, you could see a hint of worry flash on his face as he saw you have a nosebleed, along with a bloody lip.

Noticing his concern, you wiped the blood of your nostrils. "Oh Sir I am so sorry-"

Without even waiting on your apology, he returned with a bundle of paper towels in his scarred, parched hands. Embarrassed, you mouthed a million apologies before shyly requesting for him to sign the blood-stained paper.

"Once again I am so sorry-"

"Don't be."

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. As he finished signing everything off, you lowered your polyester cap, your name beautifully sewn in cursive at the top - just like your shirt. Scarlet strands of hair shifted as he tilted his head, his eyes engraving your name into his head. That way, he could run a background check later.

As you hurriedly walked away, he glanced at the fresh droplets along the ivory paper before revealing a wide range of pearly, sharp teeth.

"Ah mierda..." He bit his finger, Karma's tongue salivating. Feeling the heat growing in his cheeks, he became dazed, as thoughts of you began to fill the crevices of his mind. "No puedo esperar para devorarte entero, [Y/N] ♡ ~"

--------------------Alternate versions---------------------

If you are interested in more of his lore, my inbox is open (lol)

and yes, the bulge was intentional 🥰

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #my ocs #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere #yancore #yandere drabble #yandere art #karma #intro post #qc #lc #sc #karma lore

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