#╰ › answered ﹕ 004.

[asuyaka]

Hello there! It's the anon who made the Gojo x affectionate reader request, I have to say I absolutely love your writing, it's so adorable and wholesome!

Anyways, I wanted to make a similar request like the one I previously asked for, but with a different scenario- kinda.

So my prompt is that Reader is like Mitsuri(not female tho, but if you're ok with it maybe make them a bit effeminate? Like the soft boy aesthetic!), they are a 1st grader but have enough strength to beat even the strongest adult in Jujutsu High to the ground like a ragdoll, they're very sweet and affectionate and just precious in general. They are best friends with Gojo and Geto and were sent to deliver the Star Plasma Vessel with the boys since their strength and durability can put them in the same level as a Special Grade student.

Now here is where this whole scenario actually takes place; Reader somehow managed to enter the domain(?) that Suguru and Toji were fighting on, unfortunately they only manage to get to where they are after Toji had already defeated Geto and after seeing their best friend now bloodied and unconscious on the ground, Reader gets very pissed off and make it their personal goal to give Toji some righteous ass whooping for what he did to their friends and Amanai. And after they took care of Toji they took Geto and ran out of the domain before it could collapse on them.

Sorry if that's a long request! I like making my asks as detailed as I can and tend to go overboard, especially if it's about my current hyperfixations. I hope you' have a great day/afternoon/night! Also remember to stay hydrated and take breaks!😁

- Sincerely, 🌈 Anon.

★ - 'm so glad you liked it !! o(*////▽////*)q req's a tiny bit confusin' but 'm think 'm got the general gist of it!! :3

★ - 'm sorry but 'm wasn't exactly sure who the main character was, so 'm decided ta use em both cauze yanno they're right there!! ^_^

☆ - Teen! Satosugu x Male Reader — can be read as platonic or romantic!

♡ - Zuha's a bit silly n doesn't know how t'write fight scenes s'forgive 'im if it isn't suuuper good! ꒰#’ω`#꒱੭

This whole 'merging' with Riko was extremely taxing on you, Suguru, and Satoru, but it's almost over so you three can relax and play Digimon 'till you passed out!

"Uwaaa! I'm so tired..." You mutter, leaning on Suguru's shoulder as your group climbs the stairs leading to Tengen's barrier around Jujutsu High.

Riko beside you huffs. "You can at least pretend not to be!"

"I'm sure [Name] didn't mean anything by it." Kuroi smiles softly as the five of you finally reach the top of the stair way, safely inside Jujutsu High barriers.

You let out a sigh of relief. At first, you weren't entirely sure why you were put on the mission, you're only a first-grade sorcerer while Suguru and Satoru were special grades, but Yaga chalked it up to you being strong enough and your friends needing someone responsible to be with.

The mission took more out of Satoru than anyone else, you and Suguru were heavily aware of that. On Day Two, you stayed up with him the entire night, busying yourself with whatever videos you could find and an unhealthy amount of Sakura Mochi.

You hear Suguru tell Satoru he worked hard, and he did. Harder than the two of you could thanks to his technique. You make a mental note to yourself to treat the two of them to food when the merging is finally complete.

"I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat again." Satoru rolls his eyes, the blue glow that indicated he was using his Six Eyes dissipating.

You walk up behind him and hug Satoru from behind. "Goob job 'toru!" You make sure not to squeeze too tight, he was tired and you didn't want to make him physically hurt too.

The next thing that happens, hurts.

You feel something— it's sharp — enter your abdomen and exit through Satoru's sternum.

The two of you instinctively look back. You're inside the barrier which is supposed to protect you from any intruders, but obviously from the blood that's piling up your throat, it didn't.

Satoru uses a small version of Blue and Suguru uses a curse. It hurt, obviously. You couldn't use your technique to nullify it because it wouldn't do it's job of hurting the man behind you, so you let it pass.

You breathe to calm yourself and analyze your situation. Your eye is bruised, not blind but there is blood obscuring your vision. You definitely have internal bleeding, but it missed vital spots so you can suck it up and deal with it.

Satoru and Suguru are talking about something, but you're worried about Riko and Kuroi— some could argue that you should be worried about the hole in your stomach but your injuries come later, Riko and Kuroi need to be safe.

"Suguru, [Name], get them to Tengen-sama."

Suguru tenses, gazing between you three before nodding. "Be careful!"

You get up, internal bleeding be dammed, grabbing Riko's arm and running the other way with Suguru.

The bleeding of your eye gets worse with every step and you have to keep running despite coughing up blood more times than is healthy. Suguru looks back at you, worried, but you assure him you're okay.

You can't let Satoru down. You can't let Suguru down, so you force your body to deal with it— force your body to use RCT, something you know like the back of your hand due to your technique.

The four of you reach the elevator that leads to where Tengen stays. Suguru makes sure You, Kuroi, and Riko enter in first before pressing the button for the lowest floor.

"H-here!" Kuroi hands you a handkerchief to clean the blood off your hands. You mumble out a small "thanks" using it to wipe your face as well.

You're strong, you know that. Being a first grade while in the second year is an amazing feat, but fuck you were scared.

You're able to go through Satoru's Infinity just fine, but that's because of your technique. That man, whoever he was, shouldn't be. "Satoru's going to be fine, don't worry," Suguru says as if he can hear your thoughts, patting your arm for reassurance.

If Suguru says everything is going to be okay, then everything is going to be okay. You remind yourself to focus, focus, focus— because after this, you two will go help Satoru, and everyone will be fine.

The elevator stops and the four of you get out. You're beside Suguru and Riko and Kuroi trail behind you. All of a sudden, Kuroi stops.

She's crying and you can feel your heart breaking. This 'merging' thing was fucked up from the get-go. No kid should have to always have in the back of their mind that they're going to die, and there's nothing they can do to stop it.

"Suguru..." You mumble softly. You shouldn't be seeing this— it's private, meant to be between them. Suguru nods. He understands, he knows what's happening is messed up and he's going to do something about it, who cares what Tengen needs?

The walk is silent, unnervingly so but you're about to kill a kid. The thought makes your stomach churn but you do nothing about it. You're strong, you can deal with it.

"Suguru, I'm staying back." You say, hands pressed into a fist and your head hung low. You can't stomach the thought of willingly killing a kid— you won't forgive yourself even though you know you can't do anything about it.

Suguru doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to. You were put on the mission last minute, and he knows how empathetic you are.

You watch them make their way to Tengen's territory and you feel sick. You feel sick to your stomach, hunching down and forcing yourself to calm down.

"focus, focus, focus." You say like a mantra to yourself, even though you're scared. You know how to focus if the situation is right, but you just feel nauseous.

You hear steps walking closer and your heart jumps. It's Satoru! Satoru did it and now he's coming back to show that he's a part of the strongest duo in the Jujutsu world.

"Damn. Didn't know they had security here."

Your eyes widen. That voice doesn't sound like Satoru, and it doesn't look a thing like him. It's that man, the same one that went through Satoru's Infinity.

You can see him clearly now thanks to the yellow fluorescent lights on the sides of the wall.

He's more muscular than you you can tell that easily. His hair is flat against his head with eyes that don't have any form of empathy in them, and with a scar on his lip.

You aren't scared, surprisingly, you're angry— fucking livid.

He killed Kuroi, a woman who was so nice, so grateful for the things she'd had in life, a woman who didn't deserve to die. He killed Satoru— he killed the people you care about.

You don't ask questions, you don't stare with your mouth open like a moron, you start fighting.

You're struggling to keep your emotions in check even though the first and basic rule of Jujutsu Sorcery is to not let your emotions get in the way.

The man, whoever he is, grabs your wrist, hastily pocketing his gun and grabbing a knife, stabbing it straight through your sternum and dragging it down to your hip line.

He takes it out, your blood staining his forearm. He switches the way he's handling it and stabs you through your throat.

Your vocal cords and blood vessels are in pain, but you can't yell, can't scream, can't do anything. Your body face-first falls limp on the floor, pushing the knife deeper into your throat to the point it comes out the back of your neck.

He stomps on your head for good measure, grabbing his gun and walking towards where Geto and Riko are.

You feel your heart slowing down as your blood leaks to your fingers. You're dead, you're dead if you don't do something—anything. Your eyes close and blood leaks out of your mouth. You're done for.

The sound of rubble falling wakes you up, your hand twitching before you lug yourself up, the front of your uniform stained with your blood as the energy from your subconscious RCT flares off your body.

You pull the knife from your throat. It stings, obviously, but you don't care about that.

You know for a fact now that Satoru, Kuroi, and Riko are dead. With every step, you hear more crashing and buildings getting destroyed.

Your eyes scan the area. You can feel the output from one of Suguru's stronger curses, it's faint, most likely due to distance, but it's definitely there.

Jumping from the platform, you hastily make your way to where the energy was coming from.

You're there— so close until the building fucking collapses.

Your heart drops when all the dust and smoke clears. Suguru is lying down— is he dead? Oh Suguru, please don't be dead — an 'X' on his torso his eyes are closed and that same fucking man is standing in front of him.

"Shit kid, just can't stay dead can you?" His grin pisses you off. It's full of teeth as his scar grows wider.

He notices your expression, holding back a snicker. It looks just like the curse-eater's when he realized Gojo died. "Might wanna close your mouth, you'll catch a flyhead in there." He snickers, putting the blade he had back into his cursed spirit and getting a smaller weapon with two blades on it.

You grab a weapon out of your back pocket. Your technique barely helps in hand-to-hand combat so you're used to carrying a weapon on you that you're used to using. Why you didn't use it the first time, you aren't sure yourself.

It's a decent-sized blade Yaga had made with the technique of a retired sorcerer. Hammerspace or something, you don't really care. All you need now is that man dead.

You throw the knife at him for a distraction. He deflects it, like you expected. You ducked behind him, your hands curled up into a fist as your hand connected with the blade of his sword.

You had to make this quick so you can tend to Suguru.

Not giving him any time to land on his feet, you grab your blade from the air switching the grip into a reverse hammer and brute-forcing your way through his hand.

The blood splatters on your cheek, grabbing the blade out and using your other arm to hit him from the side.

You take a second to breathe. His arm has a hole in it and he's breathing heavily. That cocky grin finally wiped from his face.

Every single bone in your body was telling you to kill him, to put an end to him right then and there for killing people who didn't deserve it— for killing teenagers.

But then you remember Suguru. Suguru who's lying on the floor somewhere, most likely bleeding out. That is what pulls you out of your anger-infused trance, turning your back to the man and rushing for Suguru.

He doesn't try and kill you, thankfully, but you notice Riko's body is gone.

Pushing all that to the back of your mind, Riko's dead body, her lifeless face— her life that was cut too short because she was born as a vessel, you find Suguru.

His breathing is there, very faint, but it's there. Immediately starting RCT on his body as tears brim your eyes. You're crying now, crying over all the things you should've cried about before but were too busy trying to keep yourself alive— not that you could die anyway, you do RCT subconciously.

"Suguru... Suguru, please open your eyes," Your voice wavers as his uniform gets damp with your tears.

You keep RCT going, pressing your ear where Suguru's heart is as his blood stains your face. You cry over the death of Satoru, you cry that you weren't able to save Kuroi or Riko, you cry about how you couldn't kill the man that would've killed most of the people you knew— most of the people you care about.

"[N-Name]...?"

Suguru's voice sounds so weak. It sounds horse, like he's dehydrated, but it's there— God, Suguru's alive.

"'m sorry- was too weak- 'm so sorry S'gu!" You wail as the tears fall harder, your decently muscular arms wrapped around his torso as you wait for him to berate you, to yell at you for not killing that man when you had the chance.

"[Name]— It's okay, I just... fuck, okay, listen, it wasn't your fault, alright? He had a heavenly pact and from what I can see, you at least caused him to bleed." Suguru's hand wipes the blood on your cheek, his thumb presses against the grass to get the blood from that monkey off him.

"I'll check on Satoru, so wait here, okay?"

You don't have the heart to say no to him. You're too weak, too mentally fatigued to stand up and see the corpse of someone else you loved, someone else you cherished.

So you watch Suguru leave, accompanied by wet sniffles and dry wails, you curl in on yourself and wait obediently for someone to come get you.

You don't know if you're hallucinating, but you swear you see a patch of dark blue hair, blood leaking from Riko's the person's head before you pass out.

[linagram]

insane woman fanart

ASHSJSJDJHDJAJXHDKSJSJD!!!! AMAZING!! i love the lighting so much it looks so intense.. i think it looks a lot like. basically t2 naomi finding out about her guilty verdict.. i love how her hair looks its so fluffy!! thank you so much <3!!

[kgmilgramau]

Why Carla and Penny hate each other?

Nugget: I can't explain it, so better to listen...

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Interrogation Log

003 penny

nugget: Ahem, I have a special question for you, 003. Why don't you like Carla?

003 : What!? No, no, haha, you got it wrong. I really like Carla. Even more than anyone else!

003: Carla doesn't like me. I don't understand why, and one day She try to punch me. If Felix hadn't stopped her , then I would have been punched until my cheeks were swollen haha.

003 : I think someday I'll be friends with her.

nugget : Got it, this question is over, done.

nugget : I wish you could do it.

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Interrogation Log

004 Carla

nugget: Ahem, I have a special question for you, 004. Why don't you like penny?

004 : Hmmm, is it that obvious? So you probably know why

004 : you seen that face that looks harmless like that? you don't know what's inside her , She would never be a good person anyway. If she was a good person, how could she be here? The fact that she don't accept it and act like it's a school really want to throw up.

004 : she just like that stupid student council president.

nugget : Got it, this question is over, done.

nugget : I can't forbid you to think like that. But don't hurt other people.

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Complete the question#1

[saiakv]

[ what a rush ]  --  for the long long overdue kiss to end, only for the sender to rest their head on the receiver’s, and comment “do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

the intimacy of hands : accepting

The commotion is drowned out in the temple backrooms, distant chanting only occasionally reaching their ears. Kenjaku's mind, attuned to reverberating the chants, is now overtaken by the ring within them — a buzz akin to trilling birds filling their chest with each bated breath pressed between plush lips. Ceremonial bands and garments slip off of her skin, silky white hair falling between the two of them as a curtain. And in this way, Tengen makes good on her promise to deliver them, at last.

If Death is to reach them, they imagine it would be in a moment like this, caught in the throes of lust with palpitations making their head throb. Hazily, fingers catch in the Holy One's mane and rake their way down to the base of her neck, where their palm rests to keep her closer. A yearning they've caged between their ribs for the longest time, finally released with a deeper moan when her exploratory touches grow a little rougher — she is light on her hands. Her fingers catch on the folds of their kasaya and Kenjaku is quick to reach up and undo the clasp holding it together, letting it slant and slowly expose a strip of pale flesh on their shoulder.

They fall in love with the clumsiness of her technique, juxtaposed with her proficiency in every other matter. The simplicity of her words, so distant from the pompous preachings reverberated in these here blessed walls; her cadence, slightly broken from their shared panting. Pressed this close they are privy to the pores on her skin and the way her lashes slip shut when she surrenders in tandem, discarding that holier-than-thou facade for something raw and primal that Kenjaku swears has known existed.

From the moment they met, they have known it.

It has been pestering their mind throughout every sermon, when the sound of her voice lulls every other devout acolyte to peace. But for them, there's no peace to be found in it. Try as they might, their perfected prayer stance falters when the Priestess' bare feet land before their prostrated face and all six of their pupils roll behind fluttering eyelids — is it... sacrilege?

This burning need to defile all that is sacred?

Their lips are still chasing after her when they break apart, back pressed to the wood and leg wrapped behind her own in a way that lets the warmth pooling between their thighs be known. At first, they had loathed it; deeming it unfit for an acolyte of their status to harbor such simple desires. But ultimately, they wished to transcend this mundane state just as much as they were bound by it. Their fascination with her technique had blossomed into an interest for her preachings and ultimately a higher understanding of what this state of existence is — she was godly in every way; and yet-- from up close they could see the same pores on her skin as theirs.

And that had spurred those funny ideas — to find out if they were similar. And if they could connect. They had not expected anything of the sort to be reciprocated, even though she would sometimes close her eyes when they washed her hair and break her sullen expression with a smile when they expressed their interest so earnestly. Though, it was more of an obsession. And Tengen-sama had allowed it.

❝ Ah — Tengen-sama. ❞ A deeper breath; their palms find her skin -- its pale hue reflects beautifullly on the trifecta of blue within their eyes when they take her in. Plush lips nuzzle, offering an impalpable kiss that heralds seconds; and if she is willing to indulge their curiosities, maybe even more. What is it about this being that makes her so unique? Could it be... a higher understanding of this peculiar feel they sometimes had, as though there was something that they had been seeing all around them, that nobody else could?

Tengen-sama. Their lips yearn to spill the name again — because she is truly marvellous. And Kenjaku thinks, together; they could achieve the most incredible things. If only they knew how to step on her level -- for now, they will be pulling her down to theirs, by the cheeks, by the neck, by the ankles. Every part of her, they wished to touch; to learn; to devour.

❝ Let's break our vow together. ❞

[toxichem]

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛ @dimensionalspades . ❪ actions speak louder ! ❫ cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders. (Sova dumping his cloak on her)

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛ A NOISE OF SURPRISE ESCAPED HER THROAT , SOFTER AND HIGHER THAN ANY NORMAL SHE ' D MAKE . green eyes turn towards him , under furrowed brows , even as her hand moved to grasp the fabric now covering her . sabine hadn ' t thought her shivering was that apparent , more a stiffening of her shoulders to quell the deep tremor that wanted to shake her body . but , it made sense that it was a foolish errand to hide something like that from the man who made it his job to have keen eyesight . a wry smile lifted the corner of her lips , just before another shiver stole up on her . she pulled the cloak closer , relishing in his residual body heat clinging to the fabric .

❝   won ' t you be cold ? i can make it back to base . my bodysuit insulates me well enough .   ❞ despite her words , the chemist was still reluctant to relinquish the cloak , at least for the moment . she ' d give it back soon , and then encourage him to hurry back to base . they ' d both need hot showers and food to chase off the chill , sabine could scarcely feel her ears anymore and knew they had to get warm soon .

puffing out a breath that fogged the air in front of her , she tightened her grip on the cloak , pulling it even closer for just a moment more . then , stepping close to alexander , in one fluid movement she had the cloak back over his shoulders , sealed against the chill once more . the wind cut through her own jumpsuit , and it took every ounce of her control to stifle the shiver that wanted to wrack her frame . ❝   come on , let ' s get moving . i fully plan to steal some of chamber ' s coffee to warm me up after being out in this brutal cold .   ❞

[victoriousfidelity]

@aidanwilde said: "I made a fist, but not a plan." mother mother sentence starters. | accepting.

"Clearly." Her tone is dry, but there's genuine concern in her eyes as her gaze flicks over him.

There's a bruise blossoming on the apex of his left cheekbone, spreading across to form what is going to be an incredibly impressive black eye. And from the way he's holding his right hand - carefully positioned so she can't see his knuckles - she's relatively certain that it is in similarly poor shape.

"Come and sit down. I'm not having you walking around injured, let me help."

[resonette]

plots please 🥺♡

(  plots, please !   accepting.  )

i actually JUST finished queuing an answered ask for u so i got mirage on the brain. here goes!!!

a continuation of seren & mirage working together so that seren can have an "in" to the criminal underworld to find out more about the people that are hunting her for the technology/protocore in her heart. the two of them slowly opening up to each other over time and becoming allies / friends / confidants / etc.

undercover plots. i don't know where or how mirage and seren would go undercover together, but i'm talking the whole nine yards. fake names. saving each other's asses when one of them gets into something sticky. at least ONE shootout. somebody buys a drink for one of them and the other gets bitchy because they didn't get a drink. they need to be cool and dangerous and mysterious together.

i took a little 👀 peek 👀 through your verses to see what we could do outside of their default or canon verses and there's definitely some potential to do something with a "death and the maiden" aesthetic, something death and life, something something. i'm just sort of spitballing here, but i think it would be fun to do something where they're both immortals or responsible for something more than their default worlds need. :)

[lcstpaths]

"This isn't the first time I've been threatened, and I'm still here." - for Stefan

"AND HOW MANY people have died in order for you to survive, Katherine?" He keeps his gaze steadfastly focused away from here for a moment, before he pauses, looking up with a faint crease between his brows so he can see her. "That's the part you always leave out whenever you mention how you've survived."

[kg2hub]

R u ok haven't seen you around for a month now 😭

I'M NOT DEAD I SWEAR!!!!!!! 😭😭

genuinely forgot i had this blog for a hot minute, u can blame sessionbox for becoming pay to use and screwing up my logins to my 5 other blogs i open tabs for bc now i have to login to one blog at a time like some peasant /lh /j 😔

[stillsolo]

       new tag dump — !

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˒ *｡:･ 011 :  (  au : imperial  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚇𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 012 :  (  au : prequels  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴‚ 𝙸𝚃’𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 013 :  (  v : modern  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂‚ 𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 014 :  (  v : semi-modern  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙾𝚂𝙼𝚂.

˒ *｡:･ 015 :  (  v : coda  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙽 𝚃𝙾  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  queue  )

˒ *｡:･ 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃‚ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  starter  ) 

˒ *｡:･ 𝚈’𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆‚ 𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚁 𝙸 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝚂𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  psa  )

˒ *｡:･ visage.  (  solo  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰.

˒ *｡:･ (  hc  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂‚ 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙾𝙳.

˒ *｡:･ (  anon  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙳𝙾‚ 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷?

˒ *｡:･ (  answered  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽’ 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴‚ 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃.

˒ *｡:･ (  dash game  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙳‚ 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸’𝙼 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽’ 𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ (  meme  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚆𝙰𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ (  save  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺.

˒ *｡:･ (  crack  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵—𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanluke  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽‚ 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

˒ *｡:･ (  hando  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙻𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙻𝚃𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙻𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanjyn  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙰 𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙿𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanleia  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 ’𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸’𝙼 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙻.

[linagram]

Hiii! Don't know if you remember me, I send you Naomi and Asahi sketches once. I want to repeat how much I like your project and I'd love to draw more for it, but I miscalculated how much free time I have so it took some time (I was supposed to finish the second drawing two months ago or smth...). Anyway! I present to you: the goddes of Linagram, Andou Miki! (I wuv her) Same as last time, I tried to make it look more like Milgram style, this time with color even. Not sure how accurate it turned out, but I kinda like the result. Tbh at first I just wanted to make an art of her, but now looking at the composition and background style... Dunno I just think it looks like it shoud be a series of art of wardens... I really want to make it into a series, but not sure if I will be able actually do it Aaand I guess I kunda screwed up some of her design details (jokes on you, I coildn't even be consistent with her design in my own drawings lol), but it's too late to change anuthing so whatever In the end I want to wish you good luck with both T3 Linagram and Linagram2 development! Oh, oh, and I also want to ask something, but you obviously don't have to answer: are there any special gestures or facial expression traits that your characters (both prisoners and wardens and maybe even victims or side chars) have that you'd like to point out? Like Shun having closed postures or Kei smiling a lot even if it doesn't look like he feels like it? I suppose you've talked about this before, or maybe someone even sent you a similar ask... If it's true, I'll search it!

SHDJAJASJKSJSJ SHE LOOKS AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH!! (and yes i remember you!) i love her expression in the first drawing so much she looks like a tiny scared kitten.. (and she kinda is one) i really love the shading on the second one too it looks so much like the milgram art style!! (and it's okay i kinda forget things when it comes to my own designs too 😭)

oh and also i haven't received an ask like that before so here it is! so sorry i think it turned out a bit long ><

akio is one of the characters who has changed the most throughout the seasons. in season 1 (and before milgram), he usually had this kind of annoyed or more serious face expression (but i really like to make his expressions look like he's a bit nervous or even scared maybe? like he's just putting up a front..)

in season 2 he looks much more tired and traumatized for obvious reasons and he's supposed to look like he's in a lot of pain (and he is).

and in season 3, he still looks very tired, but i like to think that now he just kind of.. accepted everything that happened to him. akio doesn't think he'll be able to live that long even if he's able to leave milgram so 😔 akio's character arc is just a humbling experience took too far

aimi's an interesting case! she's actually a character who has the most consistent face expressions and by that i mean. she's literally almost never seen without a smile on her face.

like this art is the only exception??

but also, in season 1 the faces she makes are usually more sad or apologetic-looking! she also likes to do. The Thing with her sleeves

she still has some of that in season 2, but she starts to smile a bit more calmly and even confidently.

and in season 3? she's in her girlboss era!! she's much more confident now, her smile is more wide, she doesn't look sorry at all!!

but some of the art that is supposed to show her outside of milgram shows her having the same smile too.. like she started to look more "like a victim" only when she came to milgram.. huh..

shun is a fun character to draw because most of the time he's either supposed to look stressed (or like "physically he's here, but he's not here mentally") or he's supposed to look so confident that it's kinda scary considering his usual personality. i like to think that in season 1 he mostly looked like the former and started to act like the latter in season 2 only to act like the former again in season 3 because of his punishment.

like!! the difference!! also im not sure if it's easy to notice but when i draw shun i try to make his poses look a bit.. tense? i like to imagine his movements being a bit unnatural, almost like he's in pain or he genuinely doesn't know how to move or make certain poses. it also could be related to why he has his hands close to his face so often, it's almost like he's trying to check if he's real or not!

like aimi, naomi is almost always smiling and her expressions and poses are supposed to make her look like the "mom friend".

she also has her hand on her chest very often, to make her look more.. confident, maybe? like she's supposed to have this "don't worry i'll take care of it :)" vibe!

SHE IS LITERALLY STILL SMILING EVEN IN SEASON 3 it's just that her smile is more wide now and it's supposed to make her look more unhinged rather than someone reliable. like aimi, literally the only case of her having a different face expression is this art.

I HONESTLY CAN PUT KEI, EIKO AND RIKU IN THE SAME SECTION all of them are the smiley characters too but the way they act is a bit different.

kei's smile is supposed to show that there's something. Wrong with this man. like you shouldn't trust him. i'm also not sure if it's easy to see but kei often has this expression like he's looking down on someone. he's supposed to look all cool and when he's drawn with another character, he's almost always going to either look at them or look somewhere else, like there's another person that we don't see.

this is also one of the reasons why this art with him and someone who is (or was?) very precious to him is so important bc he's!! looking UP at the boy!! and he's not smiling!!

riku also likes to smile a lot but it's often supposed to look a bit. forced. it's like kei really believes that he's better than others and breaks when he realizes it's not true, meanwhile riku has the same belief about himself but he KNOWS he's not really special or unique, so he has no choice but to fake it until he makes it. when i draw riku, i always have this sort of rule (?) in mind: riku's smile is never sincere. he is always too worried about his image, popularity and reputation. he hates himself too much to be truly happy even for a moment. which is why him suddenly not smiling in his t3 art is so scary to me it's like.. idk, it's like he's too broken to even pretend to smile now..

eiko is very interesting bc unlike the guys she is a genuinely very confident woman! she doesn't have that many issues with her self-esteem, yes, she's a bit too much of a perfectionist, but honestly, she just has very high expectations from others and if we compare that to kei and riku's problems, that.. doesn't seem too bad to me. her expressions are also often supposed to look like she's laughing at someone or she's about to tell a joke or she's just being playful.

asahi's expressions are surprisingly hard to come up with when i draw him, so i usually just go with whatever i think is cute or shows his personality well. so most of the time he looks disgusted or angry, but i like to make his expressions adorable at the same time too! like akio, he also often looks a bit scared or stressed on the inside. he is also often seen chewing on something.

yurika is another character i find hard to draw when it comes to expressions and poses.. but that's also why i like to take advantage of her. reputation in the linagram fandom and i like to make her look a bit insane!! i get to go crazy with her poses too like girl get a snickers or something!!

and when she's not in a silly goofy mood she just looks kind of >:( i also have a rule similar to the one with riku: if yurika is smiling, her smile is usually fake.

tumblr pic limit is killing me we have to do the rest of this quick!!

reina is another character that changed a lot and if in season 1 she was usually seen smiling, she quickly dropped the facade after it ended and now she is only seen with a more cold and emotionless face expression. who knows, maybe she will smile again one day..

eiji, ironically, was supposed to have expressions and poses a bit similar to kei in season 1, but after it ended and the plot (and yurika) hit eiji badly, i can only imagine him looking more and more stressed with each day. the fact that he's actually similar to kei, but he can't pretend as well as he does..

miki is almost always seen being a bit sad or scared, and she only starts to smile more when season 2 begins and she starts embracing her role here. interestingly, her smile isn't supposed to look fake or forced, and it's actually more sincere compared to kei and riku. when season 3 starts, she lets her hair down and her eyes become more empty (same goes for eiji, who had "swirly" eyes in season 1 and the beginning of season 2) and her tone is more cold.

hinode is a bit.. too relaxed for a guard. he often presses a finger to his chin, like he's curious about something, he's always smiling and his smile is like.. you can't say it's sincere, but you can't say he's faking either. he also often has to lean on something or someone because he gets tired a bit too easily so he's usually seen either sitting or lying down and if he's standing, he's either leaning on a wall or someone's shoulder (usually miki's).

[99naive]

|   |   |   |   |   ྐ❤︎𓉸ྀི   :   @herosupe ʚĭɞೃ    𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴   𝙹𝙰𝙽𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈   ⤷   "   Morning   After   "   [   .   .   .   ]   PROMPT   .

—̳͟͞♡   .   .   .               𝚂𝚄𝚉𝙸𝙴   𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽'𝚃   𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂   𝙾𝚁   𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙴𝙽   𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙺   𝚄𝙿𝚂   ;   no   strings   attached   situations   were   not   something   she   was   very   good   at   being   the   ,   well   ,   𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁   𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒   𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒   she   was   at   heart   .   but   ,   last   night   appears   to   have   been   a   𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑟͟𝑒͟   𝑒͟𝑥͟𝑐͟𝑒͟𝑝͟𝑡͟𝑖͟𝑜͟𝑛   to   those   rules   as   suzie   finds   herself   slowly   awakening   in   a   bed   she   wasn't   familiar   with   ,   𝖆   𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙   𝖌𝖗𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊   escaping   her   lips   as   she   attempts   to   rub   the   sleep   from   her   eyes   whilst   the   sunlight   peaking   through   the   curtains   ahead   was   just   enough   to   leave   her   squinting   as   she   struggles   to   readjust   to   the   sudden   lighting   shift   ,   unfamiliar   surroundings   ,   &   slowly   growing   headache   that   creeps   up   on   her   as   she   notices   articles   over   her   own   clothing   scattered   about   the   floor   .     ❝    h-huh   ??    ❞ —̳͟͞♡   .   .   .     there's   an   𝑶𝑩𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺   𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵   in   her   tone   as   she   slowly   shifts   ,   throwing   her   legs   over   the   edge   of   the   bed   to   lean   forward   &   retrieve   the   tank   top   she   knows   she   had   been   wearing   the   night   before   ,   pulling   it   over   her   head   in   a   quick   motion   before   her   attention   shifts   to   the   blonde   that   lays   next   to   her   in   bed―    wait   ,   had   she   gone   home   with   the   girl   she   was   talking   to   at   that   party   last   night   ???    that   was   not   at   all   her   plan   at   the   party   ,   only   hoping   to   relax   a   little   bit   after   a   𝑟͟𝑜͟𝑢͟𝑔͟𝘩͟   𝑤͟𝑒͟𝑒͟𝑘   of   classes   ;   waking   up   in   the   bed   of   a   girl   you   barely   even   knew   was   certainly   not   on   her   list   of   plans   for   the   night   .   she   blushes   ,   biting   her   lip   softly   as   she   looks   around   the   room   in   an   attempt   to   locate   all   of   her   missing   clothing    [   .   .   .   ]   should   she   leave   ?   should   she   wait   for   the   other   girl   to   wake   up   ??   should   she   just   lay   back   down   &   pretend   she   hadn't   woken   up   already   ?   she   was   𝖆𝖜𝖋𝖚𝖑   at   these   morning   after   situations   . 

[criticalfai1ure]

smelly…

stinky?

[ourpretender]

— "i won’t count on you anymore. whatever it is you’ve done or haven’t done, you’ve broken my heart. that’s one thing I know you’re guilty of." saltbμrn estate. @felixferitas

he's dizzy, he's nauseous, and though there are whole phrases, whole monologues circling the tip of his tongue -- he's stumbling, swaying and winded from each cutting remark. it is only through self preservation that oliver avoids unpacking the reality of each comment, that he focuses instead on trying to grab, to wrestle, to cling onto felix -- hook at the hem, the buttons on his shirt. clawing and trying, trying again -- is all he knows to do for a beat, quickened breaths catching whenever he's buffeted, peeled aside. "felix -- please," he tries, temporarily relieved when his voice comes out steady. he's humiliated. he's confused and lost and uncertain -- and although felix stays, lingers still within arms reach, he feels many townships over, an excruciating hours-long drive away. "please, let me explain -- it's -- it was a mistake. i didn't mean to..." oliver lies again, merciless and miserable.

[curseofbreadbear]

HALLOWEEN-THEMED FNAF STARTERS || ALWAYS ACCEPTING! || @chaosmultiverse

chaosmultiverse asked: ❝ Go find yourself a nice indie horror game. Get some hot chocolate. I don't care. ❞ -Vicky Hart/Phone Dude to Michael Afton

[Huh. Considering the overly-enthusiastic attitude this guy usually had, Michael was surprised to hear him brush Fazbear's Fright off like this. He'd been sooo stoked about finding the deteriorated springlock suit stowed away in one of the old Freddy's locations, after all...maybe he'd learned what the rotten rabbit was capable of.]

[Needless to say, that knowledge wouldn't stop Michael. He had a job to do.]

❝ Meh. I don't care for horror. ❞ [Ironic, considering how pushy he'd been about getting this night guard position. This was a HORROR attraction.] ❝ And hot chocolate is a wintry drink, anyhow. If it's all the same to you, I think I'd rather just clock in and get my shift over with. ❞

[victoriousfidelity]

@wineworshipped said: "See? I'm not just a pretty face." 200 random dialogue prompts. | accepting.

"Oh, but it's a very pretty face," She teases with a smile. "You're just lucky you've got the wit and personality to match."