#-tho i do have one more oc up my sleeve-

[acknowledge-reigns]

Welcome Back, OTC. (I'll make love to you) | Roman Reigns x Black!fem OC. SMUT. 18+!! MDNI!

Description: Roman is full of surprises at the biggest party of the summer. Lilah is eager to welcome him back.

Warnings: Established Dom/sub dynamic, teasing, spanking/mention of spanking, praise/rewards ("good girl "), honorifics ("Daddy", "My tribal chief"), Nipple play, Petnames (Princess, babygirl, little brat?), vaginal sex, mild brating/brat taming and begging.

Face claim: Jaylen Barron.

Song: I'll make love to you by Boys ll Men

You can find more of my work here.

Stories that feature Roman x Lilah include: Jealous, 34+35, There goes my baby, Nonsense, and Worst to me.

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are about Roman Reigns NOT Joe Anoa'i.

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Lilah sat backstage, anxiously waiting for her boyfriend Roman Reigns to return from the ring. She had no idea ahead of time that he was going to show up and go all 'Wreck everyone and leave' on his little cousin. She was honestly in disbelief. Truth be told it was probably for the best. Lilah couldn't hold water. If she caught glimpse of a birthday gift Roman had gotten for one of his cousins, it was within hours that she'd spill the beans. it's just who she was, surprises were not her forte.

She had been backstage removing her makeup and what-not after her own match, completely in the dark as to what Roman had up his sleeve when she heard the arena erupted in cheers and Lilah's heart skipped a beat. She knew that sound all too well - Roman's wrestlemania 40 theme.

Lilah rushed to the monitor, eager to see her beloved boyfriend. She watched in disbelief as Roman practically flew into the ring and superman punched Solo, giving him no time to recover before hitting him with a spear as 50k+ people roared thunderously in support of him.

After the match, Roman made his way backstage.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" she asked, her voice neutral.

Roman smiled almost sheepishly. "I wanted it to be a surprise," he said.

Lilah was both angry and relieved. She was angry that Roman had kept her in the dark, but relieved that he was back. In the direct aftermath of wrestlemania 40 the two of them had gone on vacation together, had some island time and just took some time to reconnect, though after the first month Lilah made her return to WWE whereas Roman had not been seen since April. It was now August. Four months later. To the fans it had felt like an eternity. It had for Lilah too really. Being on the road without him felt incredibly weird. Especially now that she wasn't traveling with the bloodline.

With Jimmy and Paul both out with injuries after getting attacked by the new members Solo had brought into the bloodline. Jacob, Tama and Tanga had all been recruited post wrestlemania season when Solo decided that he wanted to play pretend, he had convinced himself that he was the tribal chief and Lilah didn't want any part of it. So she was more than willing to travel by herself, though she did sometimes ride with Trin, Bianca and Jade.

She'd kept Roman in the loop the entire time, constantly filling him in on the shit talking Solo was doing, down to him having the audacity to wear the ula fala. Roman was eerily calm each time, he just reassured her that things would be fine. Just do her own thing, keep her distance from Solo and the others and that he would be back when the time was right.

It seemed that the time was right at Summerslam. "OTC?" Lilah questioned.

"Original tribal chief." Roman responded, a smirk on his face. Lilah couldn't help but chuckle. She loved when he got petty.

As they entered Roman's locker room, Roman pulled Lilah into a tight embrace.

A petty Roman Reigns was a dangerous Roman Reigns. A sexy Roman Reigns. Not that he wasn't always mouth wateringly fuckable, but this attitude... yeah it was doing something for her.

"I missed you," he whispered.

Lilah melted into his arms, all thoughts of anger and surprise fading away. She had missed him too, more than she could put into words.

"I have another surprise for you." Roman said flirtatiously.

Lilah's curiosity was piqued. "What is it?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Roman smiled slyly. "I can't tell you yet," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I promise, you'll love it."

Lilah couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation. She had always loved the way Roman kept her on her toes.

"When can I find out?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Roman leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Soon," he whispered. "Very soon."

Lilah's heart was racing now. She couldn't wait to find out what Roman had in store for her.

"But I want to know now," she said, pouting playfully.

Roman chuckled. "Nope," he said, giving her a playful swat on the ass. "I'm afraid you'll just have to wait."

Lilah huffed in mock frustration. "You're no fun," she said, trying to hide her smile.

Roman chuckled and leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

Lilah's annoyance quickly faded as Roman's lips met hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepening the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Roman was grinning. "See?" he said. "I can be fun."

Lilah rolled her eyes, but she was secretly thrilled. "I suppose you're not completely hopeless," she teased.

Roman pretended to be offended. "Ouch," he said, placing a hand over his heart. "You wound me, babygirl."

"You think you can get away with talking to your tribal chief like that? Rolling your eyes at me?" He continued in a playful stern tone, "You want me to spank you, Babygirl?"

Lilah laughed. "You'll live," she said.

Roman chuckled taking a seat and pulled Lilah into his lap. "You're so feisty," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I love it."

Lilah grinned and snuggled closer to him. "You love me," she said, nuzzling his neck.

Roman smiled and kissed the top of her head. "That I do," he said. "That I do."

They sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. Lilah was still curious about Roman's surprise, but she knew better than to push him... She still did it anyway though.

Roman chuckled again, sensing Lilah's eagerness. "You're really not going to let this go, are you, little brat?" he asked, his voice taking on a slightly dominant tone.

Lilah shivered at the sound of his voice. "No," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want to know what you have planned."

Roman smirked and tightened his grip on her waist. "You're going to have to be a good girl and wait," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And if you're really good, I might just give you a reward."

Lilah's heart skipped a beat. "I can be good, My tribal chief." she said, her voice breathy.

Roman chuckled and ran a hand up her thigh. "I know you can," he said, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Before long they were back in the luxury hotel suite Roman had booked for them, it was dimly light with rose petals all around and led candles flickering. There was champagne and strawberries. The room itself smelled faintly of lavender which he knew was one of her favorite scents. Soft r&b music, mostly from the 90s played from the Bluetooth speaker on the bedside table.

Lilah's eyes widened as she took in the romantic atmosphere. "You did all this for me?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.

Roman smiled and pulled her closer. "Of course I did," he said. "You deserve the best."

He led her over to the bed and gently pushed her down onto it. "Now, it's time for your reward," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Lilah's heart racing with anticipation. She felt Roman's hands on her body, tracing a path of fire over her skin. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, his lips moving down to her collarbone.

Roman's hands moved lower, slipping under her shirt and tracing the curve of her hips. He kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth. Lilah arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And all mine."

Roman began to kiss his way down her body. He removed both her shirt and her bra then tossed it aside,"You were such a good girl. So patient and loyal while daddy was away." He said before he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

Lilah moaned louder, her body writhing under his touch. "Roman, please," she begged. "I need you, My tribal chief."

Lilah's body was on fire with desire. She could feel Roman's hands everywhere, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Roman groaned, his own desire evident. "You're so eager, princess." he said, his voice thick with lust.

Roman continued to kiss and touch her, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her body. Lilah was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind consumed by the sensations he was creating.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled away. Lilah opened her eyes, looking at him in confusion, "Daddy..." she whined at his teasing.

Roman's eyes darkened with lust at the sound of her voice. "Yes, princess?" he said, his voice low and commanding.

Lilah shivered at the sound of his nickname for her. "just fuck me already," she whispered. "I want you so badly, my tribal chief, please fuck me."

Roman growled, his control slipping. "You're playing with fire, babygirl," he said as he began to pull down her shorts followed by her black lace panties.

Lilah moaned again, arching her back as he exposed her skin to the cool air. "I don't care," she said. "I need you, daddy."

Roman's hands moved slowly, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin. Roman smirked, enjoying the effect he was having on her. "Is someone feeling a little needy?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement and his signature cockiness.

Liliah whimpered, her body aching for his touch. "Please," she begged. "Please fuck me, daddy."

Roman chuckled, loving the way she begged. "Well since you asked so nicely..." he said before shedding his own clothes.

Roman's hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself between her legs. "Mm go ahead, babygirl, acknowledge me." he growled, before thrusting into her.

Lilah cried out, her nails digging into his back as he started to move. "Oh fuck! I acknowledge you, Daddy." she moaned.

Roman continued to thrust into her, his movements rough and possessive. "That's right, babygirl," he said, his voice rough with desire. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it."

Liliah moaned louder, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes, Daddy, I'm yours. Only yours." she said.

Roman's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "You're so tight, babygirl," he groaned. "You feel so good around me."

Liliah could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body tensing with pleasure. "Please, Daddy, I'm so close," she whimpered.

Liliah's body shuddered as she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves. "Daddy!" she cried out, clinging to him tightly.

Roman leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Come for me, princess. I want to feel you come undone around me."

Roman continued to thrust into her, riding out her orgasm before finally finding his own release. He groaned her name as he came, collapsing on top of her.

Liliah wrapped her arms around him, panting and spent. "Welcome back, OTC..." she said, her voice hoarse.

[rui-drawsbox]

Coming out of nowhere to say your OCs for love and Deepspace are super cute!!! They're so good I never thought abt twins!

Care to share a few fun facts abt them? 👀

JFSDHFD thanks ><!! the first funfact would be that this ask was sent while i was asleep so i woke up and spent the rest of the day thinking about the girls bc they didn't even had a name HAHA

quick disclaimer i have like 17 days in total in-game (i started at the release lmao) and terrible luck with the pulls so i cant really go lore-deep FDSFGFDS this is just sillyness and might be ooc

i drew some stuff and i'll let the random funfacts and in-game pics after the cut lol

anywayy i went for the most classic way of differentiating they features besides hair and heterochromia, Micah has ㆆㆆ eyes with prominent lower eyelashes while Mia has more upwards/pointy eyes and bigger upper eyelashes. Micah is more chill/flirty in general and Mia is more,,, expressive. Truly wears her heart in her sleeve, mabye a little reckless.

after a few days seeing Mephisto stalk her apartment, Mia bought a tree-bird-holder-thing like the one in Sylus's room so he could spend the time inside her house instead.

Micah is pretty vengative, even with silly jokes.

in-game pics for them (tried my best to differentiate them with makeup since i still have the face i choose at the beginning of the game sdgfd)

mm Micah uses a staff and Mia uses the guns, i think it matches the close-combat style for the boys

Micah and Rafayel are absolutely disgusting to be around. they flirt as if they were alone in the world. ew

Mia actually sews as a hobby and made a few outfits for her and her sister, made a crow plushy for Sylus for his bday

Micah was a problem child doing pranks everywhere and Mia was a crybaby. Caleb had a hard time trying to keep up with them

They're both super clingy, tho Mia is a little iffy about PDA

They live together! i should've said it sooner?

In the case they aren't interested in their respective LI, Micah would lean towards Xavier and Mia towards Zayne

Micah uses kaomojis and Mia common emojis

Micah takes charge of all the numbers in the house

Micah leans in the cool side of outfits while Mia surprisingly leans in the cute-fem side of things

When they were 10-

Micah: Hey it says gullible in the celing!

Mia: Wah! it's true!

Micah: *throws her a frog* hahaha Mia you're so gullible!

Mia: *screams*

you'll never guess what Mia is deeply disgusted of

[theoldoor]

hsr oc ref stuff

its a god damn challenge trying to design this dude cuz HE CANONICALLY LACK FASHION SENSE like he dresses ugly as hell and im trying to achieve that without him looking too ugly. + he has to keep all the clothes that was gifted to him cuz thats how fenrir is. FUCK I FORGOT PHILOSTRATE (his desert terminal)

but erhmmm… no doodles cuz… i was gettin devious (nsfw content) so i can’t rlly ramble cuz i got nothing to ramble about except for this fenrir ref here ARGH

Fenrir has an AWFUL sense of fashion, despite him being able to sew pretty clothes and design quite well. his abilities to pair them together for his own outfit SUCKASS. like he can style others, but not himself, his outfits for himself are canonically UGLY like not badlooking. UGLY. and it’s funny cuz he got a canonically attractive face and body but his haircut + outfits just messed it up like bro wtf are you trying to do here fenrir

yeah he got his tits out in the open LMFAO

here i want to focus on his character development more, yk, more signs of aventurine on his outfit and also symbols of billiards cuz he’s a billiards guy.

His sleeve is like, the heart symbol (by suit, heart is just below spade - like now he’s aventurine’s right hand man) and got that number 8 on it. cuz 8 ball. his colors are white and red too, like a card with accents of gold cuz he likes shiny things lol. But everything from the waist below (like that big belt) is recycled from Talia so that’s why it got that empty gun holster. Also the “pants” with the fringes are chaps lol. his shoe are splitted, like those hooves cuz he was antelope inspired and so he gotta have that too.

However, on his chest is a diamond symbol. and diamond is like second to last, standing behind heart - just that he’s emotionally weaker. i just made this on the spot i didn’t have this thought while i was drawing him LMFAO.

his little accessories are just band patches. However, he has to ripped some of them off as university of veritas prime doesn’t fw that so he kept pins and ‘appropriate’ patches. which is what you see on that jacket. The little thing hanging from his name tag is actually sigonia’s knot of cyclicality he still kept when aventurine gave him during talia. They were made with different materials, thus why it’s not tossed to the flames.

The star pin is a gift from Hermia while the yellow gold coin is Nailscrap’s coin that he still kept, a gift given to him my Aelyn - his deceased best friend who aided him greatly in talia.

Fenrir’s back is heavily based on this magpie, which in his old ref showed that better. I like the energy from the old ref more but the new ref has more details… The blanket is something i struggled with the new one. I feel like the old one still showed the back better…..r…. but i wanted the eye symbolism to be more clear on the new one. Maybe I should keep the old’s blanket design lol. too late tho, i already drew it.

AND YEAH I FIXED HIS HAIR TOO

tahts it chat

[laugtherhyena]

What are some of you're favourite Sprite edits you've made Whether that be this year, or any over years you've been in the sprite editing business

Ok so I've made A LOT of edits over the years so it took a lil while for me to sort out the favorites and why exactly, but here it is so get ready for some rambling!

First things first i gotta say this isn't really organized from the one i like the most and least, i like all of these edits a whole lot and i really don't think i can pick one or two to be the favorite.

So let's start from the start (sorta) i have to give a spot to my Fantasy Au twins edits, it would be illegal to not put them in this list

The Sdra2 Fantasy Au was one of the first things i made in the fandom and i was attached to it for a long while. These are actually the 4th version of their sprites, out of all them only the 3rd had a full gallery of sprites and trust me they were complex since on top of posting i even made different tails and ears to move around depending on the emotion of the sprite.

Even tho i never finished this 4th take on them I'm pretty happy with the redesign (since as i grew older i realized some of my choices were questionable and i really should have thought more before just going with it, just keep in mind i was a dumb 14-15 year old then) and the improvement on graphical quality because not only does it show how much i improved in editing but also because editing the fantasy twins were my first really hard edits and i was always happy with how well i was able to translate their weird little designs to sprite form.

The Fantasy Au as a whole had a lot of edits with a bunch of complicated details that i never finshed and although I don't like them as much as the twins i do feel like they deserve to be shown somehere so have this pile of lizards, undead firemen and two human girls.

(fun fact; i didn't know how to add textures back then so see those scales on the dragons? I made them all by hand-)

Next one on the list has gotta be the Nijiue siblings! Crazy to think these guys are only 2-3 years old like it feels like they've been with me for ao much longer!

These guys where my first try at making Oc sprites since before all i did were Au stuff and they're very very dear to me, as you can probably guess by the amount of spites an different iterations i made of them over the years. While there are a few things i could improve upon them if i were to remake their edits nowadays, i never felt a strong need to do so because as it is their sprites hold up well imo so remaking them feels unnecessary to me.

And you know I can't really talk about them without mentioning the Voidswap Au and a couple tumblr blogs owned by friends of mine. After Voidswap's cancelation i didn't thought I'd ever use these guys for anything so to think that nowadays there's so many people who not only know these characters but care for them a lot out of seeing them in Asoot and Dfta more recently really fills me with joy! I'm glad y'all enjoy my silly siblings so much and obviously huge thanks to the mods for wanting to include them in their stories, I really couldn't be more thankful for that!

And since we're talking about the fam, let me add Mako to the list as an honorable mention of sorts, a i'm still very happy with how i made her adult designs especially the whole closed trenchcoat and open trenchcoat thing she has going on and how i was able to cary out the heart motif on both of them :]

This next one is one of my newer edits + a pretty simple one which is this Irl Sora design i made for mod Bubbles around early this year.

Honestly, I don't even know how to explain why i like it this much? Maybe it's because Sora is one of the characters from Sdra2 i still decently enjoy or because i had a fun time coming up with her design. I had in mind that i wanted something plain and simple just like her in-game one, just adapted to a more adult look. Rolled up sleeves to resemble her uniform's ones and a scarf to bring back the spark of red her old design had, i also gave her the short hair that post game Yuki has because it's still her body at the end of the day + i think butch-ish Sora looks pretty good :]

From simplicity we jump back into weirdness with these last ones because obviously i wouldn't leave my girls out of this list, what did you guys even expect?

Favoritism? Absolutely, by now I'm sure all of you know how much i like these two but focusing on the graphical side for once, I'm super proud of their designs, i think they fit with the weirdness of some of Linuj's design choices pretty well which in turn makes them look kinda legit? In my head at least. I also had a lot of fun working on their sprites, especially Beni's since it had been a long while since i last tried to really exaggerate expressions on sprites of my characters so that was really fun! + I'm super proud of the baby sprites i made of them too, almost as much as i like their standard/adult designs really.

[divinemare]

Legend of a Mortal Love

┊ ➶ rhys x oc

┊ ➶ part six

part five

When Ariadne mentioned Rhysand’s Solstice gift to Mor and Rhi, both females went crazy over who got to pick a dress for her.

“She doesn’t need something so exuberant,” fought Rhiannon against Morrigan’s suggestion.

“And she needs something more bright, that color is going to make her look more pale!” Now it was Morrigan’s turn to fight against her cousin’s choice of dress.

Ariadne sighed looking at both females and the dresses they held in each other’s faces. Mor had a red, gorgeous dress that had a beautiful exposed back. It was stunning, but something Ariadne could never in her life wear. She was way too thin for the back to look nice in her, even tho she had gained some small weight being here in Velaris with everything Rhiannon and Morrigan made her eat.

Rhiannon, on the other hand, had a beautiful long grayish dress that would be perfectly simply if it weren't for the cape that fell down the back that seemed to be made out of a millions tiny stars. Ariadne feared she would fall down for only the expensive weight that dress seemed to have.

“Uhm, you guys…?” Ariadne tried to speak up, but the females were now both giving their arguments as to why their dress would suit her better. “Mor? Rhi?”

When neither of them listed, she stood up with a sigh and walked towards the pile of dresses the females had left scattered in their search for what they deemed the perfect choice.

Ariadne had seen one earlier that had caught all her attention, and once she found it again, she smiled and pulled it out.

“What about this one?” She asked, showing the dress to the other two females and finally gaining their attention.

It wasn’t half as exuberant as Mor’s option, neither half as elegant as Rhiannon’s. Both females looked at each other with sweet smiles, gone were the frowns, and lowered their dresses.

“Do you like it?” Rhiannon asked, her voice toned with honey.

“I don’t know, I think it’s pretty, isn’t it?” Ariadne asked with a little nervous tone, and both females threw their dresses away without another glance.

“If you like it, then it is,” Morrigan said with an excited smile. “Come, we’ll help you get ready!”

They didn’t wait for her response as they grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her over.

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“I cannot believe how talented I am,” Morrigan beamed, receiving an elbow in the ribs from Rhiannon. “Ouch! Sorry, yeah, we are.”

Ariadne was out of words looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was in a beautiful braid with a pin in a shape of silver wings holding it together, Mor had put a little bit of makeup in her face, some khol on her eyes, tint on her cheeks and lips, and the dress…she let out a long breath when she saw it on the mirror.

Of a beautiful midnight blue, the long dress hugged her shoulders, with bubble sleeves that ended in silver cuffs on the wrists. It hugged her waist but fell to the floor at the hips, making an illusion of a shape she did not have. A transparent fabric surrounded the dress of the same color as it like a beautiful curtain of stars with the tiny sparkles in it.

It was simple, at least way more simple than anything the other two females had chosen, but Ariadne’s heart beat a little too fast at the sight of it, the air getting caught up in her throat with an enamored sigh.

“Isn’t it…too much?” Still she asked in a breathless sigh.

She had never looked this way, neither ever felt as beautiful as she did now. Because she did feel beautiful, and it was the strangest feeling ever.

“Don’t be silly! You look like a dream, and that’s all that matters,” Mor cheered, hugging her shoulders with excitement.

“You’re all set, let’s go make my brother’s life a little less immortal with your gorgeous sight.”

Her cheeks flared up, luckily the tint in them managed to hide it, and Ariadne rolled her eyes without being able to hide a smile.

Rhysand was waiting with Cassian and Azriel downstairs, the biggest Illyrian was teasing the soon-to-be-High-Lord about something, and Rhysand was looking like he was about to kick his friend back to the Illyrian Mountains.

Morrigan bursted into a laugh, and Rhiannon giggled while holding Ariadne’s arm. With their Fae ears, they surely had heard whatever Cassian had said, with her mortal ears, tho, she couldn’t hear anything but their loud laughs.

“It was about time! You ladies took ages,” Cassian got up from the couch he had been sitting on when he heard them coming down the stairs.

Azriel followed suit, then Rhysand.

“Well, not as much as Rhys, I reckon he took at least 4 hours to get ready,” Azriel spoke in his husky low, but slightly mocking voice.

Cassian again bursted a laugh, patting his brother’s shoulder in approval, while Rhys looked at both of them with knifes in his eyes before finally turning to look at Ariadne.

Right there, when he looked at her, Ariadne felt like he was doing it for the first time again. The way his eyes trailed down her body, taking in every little detail of her dress. Then going back up, settling on her face and his eyes looking at her like he was staring at the stars. Ariadne’s breath hitched at the intensity of his violet gaze, not in the way she had done before, instead holding his stare as if she could actually hold her grown in front of him.

This dress, this look, it was certainly altering some kind of alter ego in her.

“You look ravishing, Ariadne. My sister and cousin certainly do have an exquisite taste,” when Rhysand finally talked, his lips curled upwards to the side in a devilishly handsome grin.

“We didn’t picked the dress,” Mor said with a smile, looking at Ariadne with a certain excitement.

“She does have an exquisite taste, that is,” Rhiannon complimented, winking at her.

“Yes, she does,” when Rhysand’s eyes settled again on hers, Ariadne was not able to, this time, hold his intense gaze for too long. “Well, we must hurry now, we don’t want to be late.”

Rhysand offered a hand that Ariadne only took to get down from the last steps of the staircase before dropping it again, and they both left the townhouse with the whispers and giggles of the rest of the group behind them.

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When they got to the theatre, Ariadne’s hands were sweating with excitement, so many people lined up in the entrance, broad smiles and tickets in hand, with the most beautiful dresses and suits. Inside, the theatre was even more impressive than outside. The chandeliers that hung on the ceiling, fae lights illuminating in variety of shapes that looked like stars. The paintings on the walls portraying different plays and stories, it all seemed out of a dream, one of those she had constantly back at the Court of Nightmares.

“This is…” she didn’t had the words to explain it.

Rhysand turned to look at her, a small smile involuntarily appearing when he saw her eyes sparkle with wonder while looking all around her.

“Impressive, right?” When Ariadne looked at him, his breath got caught up in his throat, she had never looked at him like that before, without judgement, without the small hints of anger that she sometimes didn’t realize she had when looking at him.

He understood her pain, her rage, her irritation towards him, but now, her eyes show a sparkle of life he hadn’t seen in them before, the twinkles of curiosity she so often hid where now exploding without restriction, and it caused his heart to feel a little too tight in his chest.

They walked up the stairs, Ariadne couldn’t stop smiling despite herself, oblivious of the constant look of Rhysand on her.

When they got to their seats, the show was only about to start, the lights went off, and Ariadne’s heart raced with expectation and excitement. A minute later, the stage was illuminated again, and the curtains opened to let it all begin.

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Ariadne had cried after the show was over.

Rhysand hadn’t noticed until he heard her breathe out through the tears.

He worried at first, but then realized, when she looked at him through her teary eyes, that they weren’t tears of sadness or anger, but of pure joy and bliss.

Claps were still sounding all around them, Ariadne clapped with admiration to the performers standing in the stage bowing to the public.

He couldn’t help it, did not realize what he was doing until Ariadne went completely still. His hand had raised to clean the tears running down her cheeks, his thumb brushing her skin in a contact that felt way too intimate.

“You liked it,” he whispered with a pleased smile, and Ariadne smiled warmly, again, like she had never done with him.

“I loved it.”

The way her shoulders were so relaxed and her eyes sparkled with a life that hadn’t been there before made him wonder if he would ever see that look on her again, if she would ever look like this not only momentarily, but permanently, he wished he could say the answer could be yes, but a dreadful feeling inside of him reminded him that their system, that his Court, his world, wouldn’t allow Ariadne to keep that feeling forever, and somewhere inside him, the shame and guilt about it twisted his gut.

His smile faltered for a second, but it came back again when she unconsciously grabbed his arm to steady her excitement, looking at him as the curtains closed again.

“Let’s go,” Rhys grabbed her arm, guiding her towards the exit.

“Where?”

“To make the stars jealous of your smile.”

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The next day, Ariadne stared at the notebook Cassian had given her with thoughtful eyes, overthinking her next decision.

She had been thinking about this all night after the show, she just wasn’t sure yet how good of an idea it was.

“You seem troubled,” a grave voice spoke behind her, making Ariadne give a little jump. “Sorry, didn’t meant to scare you,” Cassian laughed, and she just smiled shyly.

“It’s ok.”

“What has you so thoughtful, little bird?”

The big Illyrian male had started calling her like that since he caught her humming to herself, and Ariadne had started to grow fond of the nickname.

“About this,” she raised the book in her hands while the male sat beside her, his weight making the sofa sink in a little, his wings tucked behind the armchair.

Ariadne sighed, thinking, analyzing, weighting her possibilities. They were leaving today, in a couple of hours more. This was the last chance she had to make something, to have something worthy.

“Would you help me with something?” She looked at the male with both hope and fear, and he smiled sideways in a mischievous way.

“Sing the word, little bird.”

And so she gave Cassian her notebook full of her songs, leaving it all up to him. He had promised that, once he took it to Rita, she would soon become the most famous songwriter in all Velaris.

[fubardish]

Hey!! I love your work (both vore and non vore)

I have a bunch of questions if that's okay

1: Do you have any ocs you do vore with besides MobFlams?

2: Are you open for rp?

3: What are your favourite vore tropes (both safe and fatal?)

4: This is a nonsexual vore blog, right?

HeyHeeyyy!! And hell yes, les gooo

1 - Do you have any ocs you do vore with besides MobFlams?

Yes I have WAY more pred OCs up my sleeve, but I'm hyperfocusing on MobFlams all the time because... I like mobster preds :^)

Here we got my boy Kenji:

He's angry most of the time and a horrible glutton. I often draw him in various AUs because in canon he doesn't (always) eat humans. And when he DOES eat people, it's uhh... not safe :). Probably. You've gotta be REAL good friends to do safe vore with him, tho I think he wouldn't mind some casual mouth exploring?

And then we've got my man Yaten:

Again, his canon version actually doesn't eat humans AT ALL. In fact he hates it (which is why I sometimes do unaware with him, whoops :^) ) But because I am absolutely OBSESSED with creating AUs of my OCs, I obviously did also one with Yaten as a giant mean Seadevil merman that eats people. Safe and fatal, both works with him. But he's always mean and full of himsel >:]

And then I've got big nice uncle Hiroki:

He's Flams' best buddy and he's NICE. Safe vore? Absolutely yes. He can go fatal on AUs, but in canon is super friendly. Loves eating people and keeping them safe.

And then another character I love who's not mine, Andre:

He's my friend's character, but I designed him for my buddy. I often draw him because I like him... a lot 8). Also very friendly, loves humans and will never hurt them. Safe vore. Yes absolutely :)

Man... I AM really hyper-focusing on Flams. I got so many OCs I rarely draw vore with, holy shit XD

2 - Are you open for rp?

Right now, yes. Though again I prefer multi-paragraph RPs most of the time. But either way, if you're interested shoot me a DM with what you're interested in playing and we can talk about it :>

3 - What are your favourite vore tropes (both safe and fatal?)

When it comes to safe vore, I ADORE pred that wants to keep the prey warm from the cold. Spooky teasing is also very good, I LOVE cat and mouse scenes. Always a bit of thrill makes vore real gud, I love it. However when it comes with the trope of trusting eachother despite being scared of the pred MHMM YES THAT SHIT. It feels like an extended hug, but it's a spooky scary hug. A hug that keeps you safe from the outside world <3

In fatal vore I LOVE evil preds. They're just eating because they gotta eat :). Not caring too much and happily devouring spooked little peeps. Better when it comes with foodplay. Teasing the prey that they're just food and enjoying every bit of their fear and struggle. Unaware vore is also an absolute favorite of mine. Prey getting themselves accidentally stuck in food and getting eaten. They beg to be let out but either pred doesn't hear them over eating more food or they just don't care.

My two preferences in vore are VEEEERRY different from eachother, I'm aware of that. It's horrible XD. I really like both! But it's hard to keep them both in this blog because I know not everyone is fan of fatal. But I've come to a point where I don't care too much anymore. I'm gonna tag my art accordingly so that people can avoid it.

4 - This is a nonsexual vore blog, right?

Yes, absolutely! I always see vore as something non-sexual. As much as it goes into fatal and nasty stuff, I'm always seeing it as non-sexual. However even non-sexual stuff can be NSFW (as in not safe for work, in NOT LOOKING AT IT DURING WORK, I would never look at vore during that, holy shit no) But basically yes, it's non-sexual still. But please this blog is still +18 so no minors :'). Go look at my friendly blog where I have super harmless comic lmao

[stephdragonness]

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(sequel scene off from "Broken Heart 💔 valentine AU", try intrepid how 👀 - "look at me." / "let me look at you." so go with me on this just idea i came up with, just write out scene)

"The two Had their Valentine dinner, it was decided to continue the date to a local club where had special "valentine couple discount happy hour/dance". the two had few drinks before doctor gave signal he wanted to take his date onto dance floor.

Dr Cortex "Shall i have this dance" pulling out all charm he could.. he was enjoying the night with his unexpected blind date and like show more appreciation for her, he present her his hand out to take like a gentleman.

Steph: "hmm alright" she giggles at his manner "So Doctors know how to dance hmm?" she went take his hand and got up from her seat to join him.

Dr Cortex: he gave a smirk back at his date, his ego charging up. "im very adequate with many forms of dancing.. i used to be quite Hip back in the 80s (disco cortex skin)." he takes her into simple waltz with slow music played in the club.

Steph: she thought to herself how sweet the doctor been, they chatted over dinner there occupation, hobbies and general life things...she maybe new to wumpa islands/ Wumpa Town and have heard of some notorious story's of the Mad Doctors lived on the wumpa islands, so hearing him say his name was a surprise, she was not going judge the man from rumours, he happen be rather awkward mostly at the start but then relaxed and show more his better side, no mad doctor malice then his ego to gloat of his work but she didn't mind him, she like nerdy types anyway.

Two took time to dance and sway to music, 'bee gees -how deep is your love' played in background and was soothing to souls of the room, even there were few passing glances from people who knew the mad doctor and gave a scowl of dislike.

Steph: "Very smooth Doctor... you got some moves on you i didn't think someone of your state could do, hope your full of more surprises tonight to enchant me."

Dr Cortex: "Hmhmhm A Scientist like me always have few tricks up his sleeve, tho You are the one Who is Enchanting tonight." it was cheesy of him bounce back the

Steph: she could feel her cheeks warm up at his compliment, her heart swelled she locked eyes with the doctor Infront of her, she lit out soft snark from her lips" if you keep making smooth moves like that.. im not going able to walk soon." she smiles softly to doctor she whispers low " im glad my other date ditched out, cause i got better deal right here with a handsome Doctor"

Dr Cortex: he could only chortle softly from his throat and stared back at his date, her smile made him melt away any malice/grief of his other date cancelling on him cause seem found someone better, "just beautiful night with a beautiful lady" he return the compliment.

Thier night was going on very sweet and maybe just be more in making between them.💘

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[yayforocs]

I!!! ok ok these were who i was actually originally going to make helsmets for but then i remembered aron was originally a minecraft oc and she Immediately Took The Spotlight bUT I!!!! made some helsmets of the minecraft crew (even tho their helsmets would certainly not be a crew) to fill @silverskye13's sandbox with!!!!! i will ramble!! under cut!!

SO FIREMITE

He was like the first one (maybe second??) that i came up with an idea for, and it was actually the redesigns that did it! i mentioned that he kept his more sculk-y eye and half of his face hidden bc it could freak ppl out and then also i realized that i'd kinda visualized him as a happy ray of sunshine all the time and it perfectly opened the door to! suppression. like if he's perfect beam of sunshine all the time then he's gotta be suppressing/hiding A Lot Of StuffTM, both physically (hiding as much of his warden influence as possible) and emotionally (only showing others his happiness), so i made his helsmet based off that! :V it's also kinda what firemite is afraid to be seen as i think, bc if he saw his helsmet all he would see is what about himself would scare ppl.

Tyratone was my second!! I'm pretty sure! she might've been first. but Tyr looks around at her friend group and sees that everyone else contributes- fire brings up resources from underground, aqua makes connections to other folks to keep them on good terms, and razor keeps the group protected from physical threats. She just.. has her little indoor farm. Collects crops every so often. Mostly keeps her cats alive. Messes around with firemite n tags along with razor to scout out sometmes. Like what does she even do. (She provides for the group but thinks it a task that any of them could do and that she's not really needed, even tho they do all rely on her to keep them going. Any of them *could* step into that role alongside what they do, it's simple enough, but they all appreciate having her around bc she's fun and enjoys simple things, and keeps the group together.) She thinks it only a matter of time before she's kicked out bc she's not really doing much, and so her helsmet is based around proving her worth through what she can do for other people!

Aqua took me a bit to fully realize; i had a vague idea for a while but it was toeing the line of similarity to tyr's and i didn't want repeats, so i sat and thought for a bit. in his original bio, i'd put that he kinda missed only having two ppl in the group, and that he thinks he's the leader but isn't. ok, so throwing these two things together, i can kinda figure that maybe he missed only having two people bc it meant that his opinions carried more weight, because it was only ever up against one other, instead of three others. he gets ideas of what he thinks is best and what he thinks they should do at any given time and the others tend to go with razor's ideas more than his, and it gets to him. he feels like they don't really listen to him at all, which they do and give consideration to his input, but he gets jealous and upset that razor's ideas are gone with more. so his hels is someone that constantly strives to be heard and to be listened to and to be viewed as important! i'm not actually sure if how i ended up implementing that works or not, but that's what i was able to come up with :V (the cane is just to look neat, and also it's netherite so heavy bonking stick as well should he need it sdklfj)

and then razor! razor. good night he gave me trouble. i wanted to draw him so badly and could not for the life of me figure out what his hels would be of. like i knew he'd be a fighter, but like. why would he exist in the first place?? i kinda thought about how i'd designed him and what personality traits i'd given him- he wears a lot of layers, most of his face is covered, long sleeves, it's a kinda closed-off wardrobe. and he's phlegmatic, so he goes with the flow a lot. maybe his thing is that he's doing what he can to keep the group safe, sure, but he also wants to try to stay a little closed-off, so that if he fails one day to keep them safe, it won't hurt as much and would be easier to move on. tossing around the idea that maybe that had happened with folks he was previously with- before he and fire met aqua and tyr, and maybe even before he met fire. not sure yet, (still not entirely certain on his hels concept at all tbh) but that's the fun of being in the middle of developing characters and their stories!! trying stuff out and seeing if it sticks!!

ANYWAY if u read all of that bLESS YOU ilysm these were really fun to figure out and make!!! also cannot believe i hecking. i did all these today, this afternoon/evening dslkfjsdkl i'm going to bed Extremely LateTM but it is worth it!!! i did it!!!! i'm so happy i love them sm qvq ty silver for writing such a cool hecking story that provides so so much inspiration and such a fun world to play around in, this was a fantastic exercise in character development for these four, who just existed as bullet points prior :V

[halfbit]

Mmmmmmmmmm i dunno why I haven't asked this sooner. Who's your own current favorite OC?

currently that would probably be sichen because i love angsty guys with blood on their hands. i don't have much art for him yet tho because he's fairly new and i'm still figuring him out, so its just this so far i think.

some physical notes: one of his ears is gone, you can still see the remnants a bit from the side view, but not much from the front. he does not have an eye color and he does not show his eyes. if he flips his hair back? no he didn't. but if he does, a bird will fly by to cover them. or an avalanche will occur, or everyone will sneeze. his eyes do not get revealed, even if physics must be broken to keep them hidden.

he is. Up To Things. and a menace. and he won't stop betraying people, but i love him dearly. and he would probably not even care about that at all.

in terms of all-time though (which i know you didn't ask but. i take any opportunity to talk about him), that would be beltran. i think he's my prettiest guy ever and i'm noticing a trend between him and sichen and that's the fact that they are both consumed by an obsession that has taken over their entire life and become their reason to live.

for sichen, that obsession is originally around resurrecting someone he loves, but then it turns into revenge :)

for beltran, he is consumed by a need to find out about the past, and his ancestors place in it. his family swore themselves to serve someone, but then that person disappeared. it's been hundreds of years, but he wants to find that person no matter what.

a rough illustration that i probably won't finish of beltran

not super happy with the rest of the face so a close up crop but slightly more recent beltran art

people also often misunderstand beltran as evil i guess from vibes but he is not! he has been consumed by the ancient texts, yes, that is true, but he is really sweet. he is kind of a dick though when it matters. but in terms of overall morality he is a good guy.

beltran also can turn into a wolf but it makes him very sick and his girlfriend gets extremely worried so he doesn't do it unless its a life or death situation. if he does it too much he will die (not joking)

beltran i attempted to make in a picrew!! he is probably one of my worst picrew characters just because of the blue-black + two-tone hair and purple eyes. it's so hard to get a picrew that actually has stuff with the right shades

he is very heavily associated with the night, and the stars, he's someone you find in the hallways of the manor after dark, and you see him as a strange figure in the moonlight being cast through a stained glass window. when he's feeling well, he's in the library or the study, pouring over a stack of tattered scrolls, his wispy sleeves pulled up to keep them out of the ink which he scrawls his notes in, translating language after language. he is someone who keeps trying to work even when his body is falling apart, and the eyes of his loved ones fill with worry, but he is chained to the things he must know, and they drag him deeper into the abyss. "i'm so close to finding it." he'll mumble, the dark circles under his eyes taking more of the light from his face every day, as karina tries to get him to rest, reassuring him that there will be time tomorrow, and that it will all be easier once he's been able to sleep. watch him, he is a ghost already, he will not answer when someone says goodbye. "this is what i've been looking for." he whispers, reaching out. his fingers will run against rocks that haven't been seen in a thousand years, tracing the inscriptions that say he was right all along. and he'll see the person he's been searching for. it's finally his turn to live.

[fukoushite]

The Nightscape Chapter 1 (BSD AU)

- my oc is featured in this, Kumiro! She's like, a self insert !

- this is my first time writing fanfiction !! So um . I hope it's like good 😭

- updates will be slow as I am in school

- ty my beta reader (Felix)

- I am planning to include manga panels here and there, if I end up doing so they'll be shown on here !! Idk if I have motivation tho

- I'm tryna make my tumblr more pretty and easy to acess but I cannot figure out how so uh .

That's all I think ? Enjoy 🎀

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"I can't hold this for much longer!"

She spoke through her teeth, her voice held back and absent of air, scared to release any energy that she still needed. Her knees were bent and her arms were trying to hold up a large piece of concrete, one that had fallen on top of her just moments ago. Her arms and legs were slightly shivering, as she didn't possess enough strength to hold up rubble larger than herself, and her breath was absent until absolutely necessary.

"Kenji!", she managed to get out.

"On it!"

A blonde boy with freckles ran forward and lifted the piece of rubble that the girl was trying to hold up, took over from her and slowly put the debris down next to both of them.

She slightly bent her knees and put her hands on them, breathing heavily, resting.

The person who put the concrete down for her, Kenji, possessed over superstrength as his special ability, so he did not feel the slighest bit out of breath. His appearance was youthful, he wore a straw hat on his back and blue overalls. He appeared a farmer.

"Hah... Thanks.."

The boy responded with a smile. "No problem!"

The girl did not get much time to catch her breath. Alarmed, she warned the boy who'd helped her; "Watch out!!"

A kind of black mist hurled at them that they barely managed to dodge. It was solid and sharper than a knife, but blunt at the same time. It could take any shape it wanted to.

The girl jumped up, grabbed Kenji's sleeve and used her ability to stop time while they were both in the air. Right as they landed somewhere right of the mist, time immediately resumed.

Kenji exhaled with a "phew!" and thanked her.

"Damn, that was close. It almost had me by the neck! If I wasn't gifted, that is.. heh."

Kumiro took pride in her ability.

It allowed her to stop time, as long as she didn't move anything while doing so. This included tiles and walls, so she couldn't move around all that well while using it, and thus she used it most often to shorten her jumps at enemies to catch them off guard or dodge their attacks. She was able to take others with her in the stop by touching them (apart from Dazai, because of his nullification ability), and the same properties counted for them.

She got thrown out of her daze and yelled "Atsushi!" when she saw that one of the mist's ends tried to grab a white-haired boy's leg; but it transformed into a tiger's, as he jumped up, transformed his arms as well, and went straight for the black energy.

He yelled while jumping, showing off his teeth, until he landed right on top of the mist that had attacked him and bit into it as hard as he could.

Kuuma had been staring at the boy while he attacked, slightly worried, but also almost chuckling.

"Damn, Atsushi," she mumbled, "your leg almost dissappeared. Again."

'Also, why do you always scream while attacking? The enemy will hear your ambush from a mile away', she thought.

"Kuuma!"

Atsushi yelled at her, not for laughing at his leg but moreso as a warning, a slightly worried tone in his voice.

"Hm?"

She looked back at the root of the mist and saw a black blade coming straight for her. She stopped time without a second thought, stared at it in surprise and confusion for a second, then slowly crouched down and tapped the ground to resume time.

With a loud, crumbling and explosive sound the mist landed above her head.

"Goddamn."

She was slightly shocked at the impact that blow had.That could have been her skull.

"You okay...?"

"I'm fine...!"

She looked at the blade as it was busy getting itself back out the wall it had just pierced, then grabbed it with both her hands without standing up.

"...Kuuma?!"

With a kind of childish, blank, but very curious and attentive expression she pulled down as hard as she could, and after a few seconds of trial the mist slightly snapped.

"!"

She didn't have enough strength to fully break it, but Kenji came to help. He grabbed the mist on both sides of her hands and ripped it apart.

"Wow!! Thanks, farm boy!"

She smiled at Kenji, since he had helped her, but before Kenji could open his mouth or shape it into a smile a voice in the back asked;

"Um. Kuuma. Wasn't that like, a literal blade?"

"..."

"..."

She looked at her hands, and they indeed were red.

"Uh.. Oops?"

She turned to look at the others, closed her right eye, turned her head slightly to that same direction and stuck a bit of her tongue out.

"Are--"

The tiger boy wanted to ask if she was alright, but when his right arm got snatched by another piece of mist his sentence was left unfinished.

Pulled, he flew towards it, but quickly composed himself, grabbed the mist with his other hand, sunk his teeth into it, bit down and pulled it towards himself.

This one hadn't transformed into a blade; instead, it was more soft, likely meant for grabbing the enemies and holding them down or trapping them, like a thick rope.

When Atsushi pulled, it immediately ripped to shreds, but this time, he threw himself directly at the roots of the mist, the core; a person.

"He's going for it! Get 'em, Atsushi!", Kumiro cheered on.

The core was in the middle of a sunken part of the room; in fact, it almost looked like it was a whole few floors below them, with how deep it was, even though the building only had two floors in total.

The high jump couldn't be made by Kuuma or Kenji, because while they were both pretty resilient, they would break a leg even if they used their abilities, so they resorted to standing on the side of the hole and watching Atsushi as he fought.

"Gh--", he vaguely gasped; A blade of mist had threwn itself horizontally at Atsushi's face, and if he hadn't seen it even a milisecond prior, his lips would be separated from each other, his rows of teeth; his chin and his brains.

He opened his mouth and closed it again not even a second after, clamping down on it with his fangs as hard as he could.

Unlike a bullet, its force wasn't stopped when the object stopped moving; the boy had to keep biting, while the blade was pushing him back.

Kenji grabbed a table from the floor he and Kuuma were on, threw it down at the blade, and because of his strength the piece of furniture ended up shattering the mist in that area.

Shattered, but so was the table.

"eheh."

"Thanks." Atsushi replied with gratitude quickly, then ran forward to the person at the center of the nightmare, took the piece of mist trying to strangle them and tried his best to rip it apart.

After a few seconds, it snapped, and the ropes and blades on the sides of the nightmare gradually retreated.

"Yippee! Good job, tiger boy!", it sounded from above. While saying so Kumiro closed her eyes excitedly and put her hands up. Her bangs (or rather, bang) swayed as she did so.Her hair was short, ending just a little bit below where her neck starts, and it curled outwards at the ends; she once had two long strands of hair in front, falling on her chest, before the right one got cut off in a battle. It now ended just above her earring, which was a long, tiny chain with a star at the end, just short enough to not touch her shoulder. In her other ear was also a star earring, but the star was the entire earring; there was no chain, so the star came immediately on her ear.

The cut also left a little diagonal scar around her right earring, since the blade came from her lower right to her upper left. Her short bang also followed that diagonal line, albeit somewhat more natural, as it had grown a bit by now; she had no motivation to cut the other bang as well to make it look normal, as she felt a somewhat regular haircut would take away the uniqueness of her face.

Her hair was a greenish tint of blonde, and her eyes matched it, being a desaturated teal of color, with spots of yellow around her pupil.

Her eyes were big and round, yet she always looked somewhat dreamy. Perhaps it was the light, desaturated tone in their color, or maybe the fact her upper eyelashes were more prominent than the lower ones, complimenting the very vague eyebags her face always wore.

She used to wear a star hairclip as well, but now that her earring was visible at all times she felt it would cause a "star overdose", so she only wore it occasionally now.

She also sported a tie, the same teal as her eyes, though with more saturation, with a sharp-looking collar to match it. Sometimes she wore a plaid skirt that ended right above her knees as well, but she felt they were slightly uncomfortable, so she usually resorted to pants that matched her black platform boots with beads around the laces.

The same voice that had asked Kumiro about the blade she grabbed, spoke again;"Ya~ayy! Nice work Atsushi!"

"Thank you, Dazai!"

Dazai walked forward from having leaned against the wall, and when Atsushi wanted to to climb up to join the rest on the part of the floor that hadn't sunken, he stopped him by saying: "Atatatata! There's a citizen we need to care of, riiight?"

Kumiro did deem this important, but there was another thing she wanted to address first; "Um. By the way, Dazai."

She looked over at him with a kind of judging look in her teal eyes.

"Yeees?"

"Is it just me, or have you not done anything?"

"..."

He looked over at her, the look on his face the same, still smiling, but the mood in his eyes slightly different.

"...?"

"DON'T PLAY DUMB!", she yelled.

"Heh! Well, but you managed, right? No need for me to butt in!"

She exhaled as she turned her head forward, slightly down, closed her eyes and sighed. "eheh!" was Dazai's response.

"Kuuma. Are your hands alright?" Atsushi asked from down below."Oh! Uh, well, we have Yosano, so no need to worry, right?"

Yosano was the Armed Detective Agency's doctor. Her ability allowed her to heal any wound, as long as it's lethal. And thus, for treating small wounds, she needed to almost kill her patient first.

"Yeah, um, actually, I kinda don't wanna go to her--! Heh. Ah, and also, shouldn't you be helping that girlie behind you?"

"Ah!"

Atsushi turned around and looked at the citizen the Nightmare had come from. She had woken up by now.

"...??????"

She appeared slightly frightened by the mess her room had become.

A sunken floor, a broken table, a shattered window, and holes and cracks in her walls and ceiling.

Atsushi tried to comfort her slightly;

"Yeah, um... sorry. You had a nightmare. It took a while to take care of it..."

Dazai jumped down with his hands in his pockets, his coat swaying behind him, and landed besides Atsushi.

"Zamn, that man has stable legs to be able to jump that far down," Kumiro commented.

Atsushi had transformed back by now, but his stable tiger limbs had allowed him to land safely whenever he jumped.

"Oi! Girliepop!" Kumiro yelled down, "what did you dream about? What did it look like? Did you see black mist? Was something trying to kill you? Wh-GH--"

Her sentence ended with uncomprehensible noises, as she was cut off when Kenji spoke instead.

"Wait until she knows what happened", he said.

"My bad."

Kumiro was a psychology student, and she was very interested in dreams and the subconcious, so the Nightmares awakened her interest greatly. She wanted to find out what caused them, what the dreamer sees, if they can stop it themselves, and much more.

She was very perceptive and almost immediately knew how someone felt by looking at them, and she took great care in respecting others; she tried to objectively rationalize why people, including herself, were acting the way they did or why they felt what they felt, but some interests pushed away that perceptiveness, craving to collect as much knowledge as she could get.

After explaining what had happened to the citizen and (somewhat) taking care of the mess they'd made, and also after getting the knowledge Kumiro wanted, the Agency walked out of the building and headed on to spot more nightmares. When they didn't see any, but instead saw the sun rise, they took themselves back to the agency.

"The agency's gonna go broke if stuff like this keeps happening.", Kuuma sighed.

She pat Dazai on the back with her hand, which she had washed the blood off of and cleaned at the building they practically demolished, and continued;

"Good luck."

"Hm? With what?"

"DAZAAAII!"

Kunikida came storming out of the front door. He ran up to Dazai, loosely grabbed him by the neck and started swaying him back and forth.

"Kunikiiiida-kuuuun...", Dazai replied in a whiny voice, but that didn't help his situation.

"STOP COMPLAINING! YOU'RE IN THE WRONG HERE!"

"Ah--eh--n." Kumiro wanted to stop him, but not only had Dazai not done anything to fight off the nightmare, he hadn't helped clean their mess, and even told the girl that if she wanted to die, she should do it with him. She wasn't really sure how to excuse him.

"...good luck explaining that", she whispered to herself.

[softhairedhotch]

gabriel's tattoos <3

first things first, here's gabe!

tom hardy is his faceclaim :3

if you don't know who gabriel is, he's my cm oc! his full name is gabriel henderson and he used to be a firefighter before moving to the fbi and later joining the bau :) he's a love interest of aaron hotchner and he specialises in arson related crimes in the field.

and he has quite a few tattoos! i haven't thought all of them through yet, but here's the main ones!

hand tattoos:

i think he'd have a few hand tattoos. probably a few nonsensical ones but it'd be aesthetically pleasing. maybe even a word across his knuckles - maybe the word "flame" but i'm not sure. it'd probably be a tattoo he regrets or thinks is kinda cringey lol but he'd have gotten it when he was like first becoming a firefighter in his late teens/early twenties!

but he'd have something like these! the second one specifically, but it'd be the number of his old firestation. i haven't picked the number yet, but i'm thinking station 17 or station 29. i'm leaning more toward 17.

torso tattoos:

ignore that these are on people's arms lol. i can picture something like this so vividly on his chest, right under left pec. it'd be much smaller and less detailed than these, but it'd be a sword with a snake coiled around it. at first i was thinking it'd be a cross with a snake but i don't see him as the religious type so i doubt he'd get a cross.

he'd have this on his lower stomach, i think. either right in the middle or slightly to his right side. no, it's not when he was born lol. it's the year his boyfriend passed away (as of right now anyway, the date n year might change) so he wanted to get something related to that. i don't think he'd get someone's name but he likes the look of a year tattoo and it can have many meanings. the leaves add a nice touch to it as well.

back tattoos:

he'd have one on his upper spine/shoulder blades, but i can't decide between a bird/eagle or wings on their own. it could be a phoenix too, i think it'd make a lot of sense, but i couldn't find a design i liked that i think he'd have. it'd definitely be something to do with wings tho!

arm tattoos:

he'd have a full sleeve, maybe a colourful one. i'm just not sure entirely of what. i feel like it'd just be random stuff but it'd have a traditional look.

something like these!

and that's all i have so far <3 i'll probably come back to this at a later date if i have more ideas or wanna switch something up, but these are the main ones!

[stwaidwen]

HIIII im new to this sideblog so i actually dont know ANY of ur ocs yet!!!! do u have a crash course for them pretty please

I should REALLY have an OC page oh my god. Absolutely tho! Putting it under a read more bc it's so hefty.

BG3

Serendipity, or Sera for short, is a tiefling druid about to turn 30 during the events of the game. In my setting, there's a hidden city in the desert outside of Faerûn called "Gate" which functions as the 0th circle of hell. Tieflings in this city are subjugated and oppressed by higher and more powerful devils. Sera's parents conspired for almost a decade to orchestrate their family's escape, and when she and her twin brother (Ty, short for Unity) were 15, Sera's family finally managed it. They have been functionally on the run through Faerûn ever since, alternating between living in the wilderness and stopping in large cities, where her father taught her the basics of druidic magic, being a druid himself. Sera and her brother are best friends, and for a significant part of their lives, were incredibly co-dependent. They would go everywhere together, and Ty went through a period when they were still living in Gate where he couldn't sleep unless they were sharing a bed. When they hit about 22, Ty had reached a point where his mother had imparted all her skills as a rogue, and as Ty's affinity lay more with ranger-focused abilities, he decided to leave home, and join the Harpers. Sera initially took the decision very badly, but came round to the idea, and she gave him one hell of a send-off. The space enabled both of them to grow and develop, and to discover who they were without the other. They remained incredibly close, writing to each other regularly and aiming to meet up once every couple of months. Sera's parents eventually moved to Waterdeep, because the large city held great opportunities for them, both as a diplomat and assassin respectively. Sera decided to stay in Baldur's Gate, in a small house-share in Rivington. She enjoyed her life there immensely, but the wilds continued to call to her, and when she got picked up by the Nautiloid, she was on her way to the Emerald Grove, eager to continue her druid training. Sera is autistic, wears her heart on her sleeve and has a very strong sense of self. She is confident, passionate, and makes a great effort to choose kindness wherever possible. She can also sometimes be very immature, after essentially having her childhood stolen from her. She relishes in causing mischief, has very little regard for authority and has absolutely no qualms about speaking her mind, even - or especially - when it is likely to cause trouble. Whilst on the run, her family evaded capture because they relied on the goodwill of strangers to not give them up, and as such, she values allies more than anything in the world, and considers turning on your allies to be the ultimate betrayal. After a somewhat rocky start, Astarion grows to love her deeply, even if her penchant for altruism gets on his nerves. She teaches him that world is not inherently cruel, and he teaches her that being selfish sometimes is okay. She eventually proposes to him and they are married under the full moon. Her main party is Gale, Shadowheart and Astarion.

(Dark Urge spoilers ahead)

Aviv is my Dark Urge Paladin. When she wakes up on the nautiloid with no memories, covered in scars she doesn't have any context for, Aviv is absolutely terrified. She focuses on getting off the ship, and greatly appreciates Lae'zel taking the lead. When she wakes up on the beach, still with nothing, she frantically searches her pack for something; anything. This is when she finds the written oath she swore as a Paladin. She recites it over and over, until she feels a little less alone. This becomes something she does regularly over the course of their adventures. It becomes something to cling to. A fraction of a life lost. When she does finally remember who she was, it went a little like this: Aviv was the head of the cult of Bhaal in Baldur's Gate. She was revered and worshipped, trusted with only the most secret of missions and marks. She also despised most of the ritual and ceremony, because she believed it childish, tacky and unnecessary to venerate her father, but Bhaal's followers needed performance. However, she was not a wholly willing participant. Bhaal's hold over her was incredibly strong, but wavered, and during these periods of clarity, Aviv would attempt escape. It was during one of these spells that she found her way to an order of Paladins and swore an oath of vengeance, so that she could at least attempt, on some level, to combat some of the evil she was putting into the world. She was also, during this time, tasked with infiltrating the high society of Baldur's Gate and spreading terror amongst its members with some very strategic murders. This is where she met Enver Gortash. Their attraction to each other was instant, though Aviv made him work hard to woo her. He came to accept that she would often disappear for a month or so, and then return. He did not ask for an explanation, and she did not offer one. He was furious after Orin attacked her and left her for dead, and elated when he discovered she still lived. When Aviv finally battles Orin in the temple of Bhaal, she rejects him, willingly accepting her death. But Jergal has other plans, and she rises anew, free of her father's chains. Aviv is mostly very gentle and soft spoken, and people often underestimate her, or outright dismiss her as an opponent because of her quiet demeanor. She uses this to her advantage, particularly in high society politics - Enver always affectionately referred to her as a viper - but this is largely a performance, and on the battlefield, she transforms into an unstoppable, unforgiving force. During Act I and Act II, her friendship with Gale develops into a romance and by the time the party reaches Moonrise Towers, they are hopelessly in love. Act III however, complicates things. Gale's desire to pursue godhood, and Aviv's past catching up to her at the speed of a freight train both put extraordinary tension on their blossoming relationship, and I still haven't decided if they will stay together or not. Her main party is Gale, Lae'zel and Karlach.

Pillars of Eternity

Shachar is an 70-year-old (about 35 in human years) elf rogue from Old Vailia, who sought to rebel against a tyrannical ruler that held her state under martial law. The rebellion was crushed and she barely escaped with her life, fleeing through Aedyr to the Dyrwood for safety. Initially she thinks becoming a Watcher is awful, and she spends half the first game desperate to cure herself and return to her old life, but by the end, she's much more at peace with herself. In the intervening five years between 1 and Deadfire, she's very happy at Caed Nua, and thrives as leader of the new settlement. She's sarcastic, happy-go-lucky, and does not suffer fools. She doesn't enjoy violence but will not hesitate to take life ruthlessly to ensure her and her friends' survival. Very early on, she develops a deep, romantic attraction towards Edér, but does not act on it, and does not tell anyone about it. Her best friend is Hiravias, as both of them have a very similar sense of humour and outlook. During Deadfire, she's even quicker to temper, furious with every God, and absolutely HATES boats. She very quickly makes an enemy of the Royal Deadfire Company, and Maia is only on her ship for a month or two before Shachar demands that she leave. She and Tekēhu form an intense bond, and in the moment they meet, are absolutely perfect for each other. They share a bed, and their burdens, and believe the other to be a soulmate, but are very content to go their separate ways at the end of the game, their time together and needing each other now at an end. It is only by watching her and Tekēhu together that Edér realises he's in love with Shachar, and upon hearing they have split up, makes his move on the way back to the Dyrwood. Her main party in game 1 is Aloth, Edér, Pallegina, Hiravias and Sagani, and game 2 is Aloth, Edér, Tekēhu and Xoti.

Ziva is a human priest of Eothas, who was a slave in the Deadfire Archipelago as a child and freed by the Children of the Dawnstar. She is VERY young, barely pushing 20 at the start of the first game, and really struggles with the expectation and pressure put upon her by becoming a Watcher. Edér steps into the role of big brother, which helps him heal from his conflict with his own older brother. Aloth as well, and Iselmyr especially, also step into a role as her protector, and by the end of the first game she has really grown into a confident young woman. She is deeply religious, and still takes time to pray to Eothas every day at dawn, even though it could get her killed. The second game is very complicated for her, and a lot of the confidence she found in the first game is stripped away, as she is essentially forced to go back to the place where she was enslaved. She finds a very close friend in Serafen, however, and he always finds ways to make her laugh. She is very quiet and soft spoken, is very squeamish and has a strong affinity for dogs. Her main party in game 1 is Aloth, Edér, Grieving Mother, Kana Rua and Sagani, and game 2 is Aloth, Edér, Serafen and Tekēhu.

D&D

(art by my fabulous bestie @glamfellens)

Nina Riordan is my current main character. She is a human artificer, homebrewed subclass, in her early 30s. In our setting, all magic use has to be registered and practiced with the permission of The Dimensional Eye (or just The Eye), including healing, which means many common folk could not afford those services. In the small town where Nina and her husband lived, she defied the eye by recreating magical healing with both science and herbal medicine, and this pissed a lot of people off. One day when she was collecting herbs in the woods, the Eye killed her husband and burned down her cottage and she's been on the run ever since. She made her way to a city called Fortune's Cove, where she ended up apprenticing under a famed artificer, Slim Chance the tiefling. After about two years, they had a very amicable parting (and keep in regular contact) whilst Nina moved on. She made her way to Okovo Bay, the biggest city in the region, and set up a small, free underground medical clinic in the poorest district of town, living off of donations and bartering for favours. We've just finished up the first arc of our campaign, and her clinic has grown into a small community centre and soup kitchen as well as a medical clinic, but Nina has drawn too much attention and now has to make the decision between taking a stand and systematically dismantling the Eye, or leaving the party and going on the run again. She's fiery, blunt, pragmatic, scarily intelligent and often very vindictive. At the moment she's at the start of a long, bloody path of vengeance that she has the arrogance to believe is not going to corrupt her, and will also not fix the aching void of grief inside her, no matter how much she hopes it will. Her greatest fear is that her husband is still alive, that the body she saw was not actually his, and that they will reunite but he will reject her. She would rather be dead than alive in a world where he is also alive but not with her.

Fallout New Vegas

Ari Schultz is a deeply religious Jewish woman from the Boneyard who is trying to leave the post-apocalypse better than she was born into. She believes firmly in the power of community and will not hesitate to remove anyone who threatens that, be it raiders, Legion slavers or Mr House himself. She helps as many people as she can in the wasteland, in return for a little food, a good story, and if possible, a place to sleep. She gets on really well with Veronica and Raul in particular. She and Boone eventually start a romantic relationship, as Ari's explicitly Jewish outlook helps him overcome a lot of his guilt for Bitter Springs and forge a path forward (she asks him what purpose self flagellation has beyond attempted alleviation of his own guilt and it rewires his brain chemistry a little bit lol), but this relationship is very slow burn, and takes about 3/4 of the game to come to fruition. Their first kiss is in Caesar's tent after their successful assault on the Legion Camp (this is in front of Benny who interrupts them and asks to be untied). Her chosen weapon is a baseball bat, and she takes great pleasure in using it, and spends a lot of time maintenancing it. She's a fantastic cook, especially around a desert campfire, but doesn't really trust or use technology unless absolutely necessary. She can fix pretty much any vehicle or machine, and if she hadn't chosen to be a Courier she probably would have become a mechanic, but hacking and robotics are beyond her skill. When she travels to Zion Canyon she's really mad to find it full of Mormons and kills Joshua Graham without even really blinking, tells the other missionaries to get the fuck out or die with him and encourages the Dead Horses and Sorrows to talk with each other to find peace. She and Boone go to investigate a mysterious radio signal talking about the Sierra Madre, and when she wakes up with a bomb round her neck with Craig nowhere to be found, again, she's furious. It isn't as traumatising for Ari as it might be for some couriers, because she's a proficient melee fighter and is able to brute force her way through a lot of the toxic clouds After killing Father Elijah and staggering out of the bunker and across the desert, Ari collapses near Folorn Hope and is discovered by NCR Rangers. She is taken to the medical tent there to receive treatment. In her ramblings, she mentions the Lucky 38, and so her companions are contacted to inform them where she is. The truly traumatising experience for Ari is being transported to the Big MT. Surrounded by technology she doesn't understand, killing other patients and dealing with the loss of her autonomy, leaves her feeling incredibly vulnerable, and she is absolutely terrified of all the talking amenities in her room. She refuses to use the Auto-Doc because of this, and by the time she reappears in the Mojave, she's close to death. Crimson Caravan traders pick find her unconscious in the dirt, and luckily, manage to safely escort her back to the Fort so Julie and Arcade can patch her up. She slides in and out of consciousness for almost a week, and when she does wake up, she's so terrified of being in a medical environment that she has a full breakdown and ends up being sedated. She is incredibly touch averse for a long time afterwards, and is especially self-conscious of the scars she accrued from the surgeries. It takes about a year before she allows anyone except Boone or Arcade to tend to any injuries she gets. She spares Benny, saves him from the Legion, and invites him to come and help her run the Strip post-game because she has no idea how to run a business, and they eventually become very close friends. She chooses the independent route and invites the Followers of the Apocalypse to set up inside the Strip in the old NCR base. She and Boone move into the Lucky 38, and she sets up a Synagogue in Freeside. She has a dog called Kafir, so named because Ari in Hebrew means "lion" and Kafir means "lion cub". He is her best friend and whole world, and he is mostly a mix of Blue Heeler and German Shepard.

[nekofrillpara]

i have neglected this blog(˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) so here is a drawing of my oc but in a moitie coord..!(i usually do sweet or classic..! :o

moitie dresses didnt rly speak to me(cuz i love lots of prints ;;) but divine cross is really beautiful. The strapless in velveteen version reminds me of fleur de lys op which is a rly interesting design! c:

～ text ramble below just me updating my recent days! ～

my meow team ouji salopette from koi no mori arrived recently!!! i only did a quick fit test but i want to make a proper review... soon >|||< (when? Soon . .)

some weeks ago my school had a 3 day event and i dressed up for all days..although i didnt get any pics T~T so i didnt have anything to post (TA \)

recently i also (finally) bought some stuff from closetchild after thinking so long if i should <_<,, im excited to coord a nice frilly blouse (short sleeve too :D but that means i need to get wristcuffs soon..! D:) my current one gets the job done, but i want more frilly details :/ the other item is a short boots, which i *maybe* didnt need but it was cute and under 2k yen T^T (shipping is so expensive tho..!)

[oddinary4bts]

yeah im not sad anymore. im mad again 😐 ohhhhhh just the thought of jk putting gabrielle first before oc……im livid!!!!!!! i am so angry that he did not even fight for oc, that he just gave up right away and didn’t want to save what was left. i don’t fucking care if he made a promise to some ex… he disappointed me in the last chapter i didn’t think he’d do it again. oc truly doesn’t deserve this. im holding onto the hope that jungkook has some plan up his sleeve, that he’s not giving up but atp idek anymore. that letter didn’t even make me feel a thing. it’s like he’s just giving up, and putting the blame on her. “you told me not to call you that anymore…” “but as you said there is no us anymore…” ohhh he’s such a coward and a lying prick and he does not deserve oc one bit. his reason for keeping a secret from her better be a damn good reason but atp i don’t think there will be one good enough. i hope oc doesn’t chase after him. i hope jk grovels and grovels some more. he better fix this!!!!! ugh god im so mad at him. seeing how he reacted to this whole situation just tells me he never truly loved oc in the first place. he’s really unredeemable in my eyes.

Honestly yeah I get it. I was really anxious about posting this series, especially the angst, bc I felt like I wrote it bad. I guess you still have a few chapters left to read to judge but yeah if you find Jungkook to be unredeemable atm, I’m telling you it won’t change. So you don’t have to read the rest if you don’t want to be disappointed!!🥲

But yeah I’m realizing with asks like this one that I should have made JK fight more for her, especially in this chapter. I just thought his character is so deep in self hatred that he’d believe OC is better off without him and wouldn’t fight.. but hey maybe I was wrong!😅 my bad haha I hope you still managed to enjoy reading the fic to a certain extent tho

[farasen]

OC lore

So about the OCs that I posted earlier. I'm kinda fixating on them right now so I wanna ramble about them a bit. I wanna name this universe "I sleep with an axe". The events are happening in the beginning of 2000s on the South of Russia. There's no holistic story so far, but in my head it's like a psychological thriller and drama. Main characters do have some lore tho. Before I continue, some TWs: grooming, pedophilia, rape and murder.

Zhenya

Okay then, let's start with the main character - Zhenya, Zheka or Eugene. He lives on the outskirts of the town in a small house with his grandma. He has a mother, but she's been deprived parental rights due to alcoholism. Father, on the other hand, has been absent from his very birth and Eugene doesn't even know if he's alive. After his mom lost custody of him he had to move to another town to his grandmother. He was around 12 years old at the time. The problem is, Zhenya is very shy and it's hard for him to make new acquaintances. Thus, he didn't have any friends, and, despite grandma's efforts, he still felt lonely. That is until he met Andrei - a teacher in his new school who happened to be his neighbour. Now, look what we have - a lonely boy at the new place with no father or male figure at all in his life. And the man was acting friendly and protective of the boy, almost like a father. The day Eugene met Andrei was a turning point in his life. The man would act weird and often make Zhenya uncomfortable, which didn't prevent them from building a bond and later having secret "relationships". As if that hasn't been bad, later on Andrei would drag him into ever more sinister activity – something that almost made him paranoid and actually made him sleep with an axe. Some side facts about him: he likes American films and wants to move there one day. He's the best at English classes because of that. He also like to be called Eugene, but everyone (except Asya) calls him Zheka anyway.

Nastya

Moving on to Nastya. She's a year older than Zheka and is in a higher class. Unlike Zhenya, she hits it off almost with everyone she meets. She hangs out with the guys more often, they consider her "the bro", but she gets along with the girls too. Eugene met her a lot of times at school, but never dared to talk to her. Asya is chill and easy-going, but has some bad habits such as drinking and smoking. Well, it's also part of her way to befriend people - go to outdoor sprees. Although she gets along with people, she never managed to find deep, meaningful connection with anybody. Well, at some point she and Eugene happened to bump into each other and that's how their friendship started. She’d gain a good friend, and he’d overcome his social anxiety with her help. She also has a younger brother Yura, that she'll fight and bite for, because it's the only important thing that's left of her family. No, she's not an orphan, it's just that her parents always fight, Nastya grew up in this chaos and hatred and she doesn't want the same for her little brother. Her biological dad died when she was 5 and a year after her mother got married to her stepdad and gave birth to Yura. Soon enough, their relationships started to go down. Yet, they live, or more like, coexist together to the point of the events of the story. Some side facts about her: she has a lot of moles on her body that she sometimes covers with patches to hide it from the sun. She could wear long-sleeves or something, but it's too hot for that. And her short name isn’t pronounced as ''Aska’’ in English, it has soft ‘’s’’, that’s why I mark it. Also I have a headcanon on her voice:  Твоё нежное безумие - Спазмы памяти.

Yura

Yura is an 11-year-old boy and a little brother of Nastya. Kind of bratty and sometimes acts simply out of spite, especially when his sister started to hang out with Zhenya. He used to get more attention from Asya before this boy appeared in her life, so he’s a bit salty about that fact, but his behavior really gets on Eugene’s nerves sometimes.

Yura has always been close with Nastya, but as the time went on, she stared to talk to other people more and spend less time at home. Furthermore, she’d tease Yura quite often. Of course most of them were just friendly sibling jokes, but due to his age the boy took them close to heart. He was pretty lonely at school too and would often wonder around the town till evening.

Some side facts about him: he likes sharks. He’s grades are bad, except PE and crafts classes. He can study tho, he just doesn’t want to.

Andrei

Oh, and the creep of the story – Andrei. A man in his 40s doesn’t have any family, which confuses people around him because he seems to be pretty nice and hospitable. But that’s only a face that he wears to manipulate others, once you really get to know him you’ll realize that he has a really nasty nature. If you look up the translation of ‘’Твоё нежное безумие - Всегда один’’ you’ll understand what I mean.

Even though, he’s just an English teacher, he fought in Afghan war previously, where he made a lot of helpful acquaintances, plus he receives social payments. This sort of makes him privileged in terms of the town he lives in, because he’s able to get something others can’t. Adults often come to him for help and kid wanna see all the cool stuff they’ve never seen or listen to his stories. But as it was already mentioned, this friendliness is only a mask to deceive others. Like Eugene, for example. In reality Andrei has always been a sadist and a liar. He groomed the boy into thinking that their relationship is normal, though should be kept a secret. He uses a lot of tactics to keep him at bay, mostly threatens him with his connections, but also blackmails him with telling others about his bisexuality, which was very shameful in Russia at that time (and still is sadly). He deprives him from making new friends, which is also the reason why Zhenya didn’t tell him that he started to hang out with Nastya, he thought he’d shut it down instantly. And Andrei probably would, but he did a different thing.

So what was that that ‘’sinister thing’’ I’ve mentioned while talking about Eugene? Well, I think you all understood that he has a thing for younger boys and, apparently, Eugene was not enough. He’d kidnap boys for his own pleasure only to kill them later, but Andrei wouldn’t do it by himself so when he found out Zhenya hangs out with that girl he got mad, sure, but it also gave him an idea. Since that girl knows pretty much the whole town and most likely introduced the boy to her friends, he could bring some guys to him. Of course the boy refused at first, but the man reassured that if he does what he’s told, nothing will happen to him, or his family, or Nastya. That’s how he got dragged into series of rape and murder, even though he never participated in the crime outside of bringing future victims to Andrei’s house.

Side facts about him: he has scars on his arms and palms.

Designs and some story elements may change since I literally started working on this universe like 4 days ago

[the1weepinqguitar]

tally hall sketches and other assorted doodles

Here ya go guys! I also have improvement pics from last year! Almost two years in the Tally Hall fandom! Woohoo! My Marvin's CD is gonna hate me even more after all of this

A Ross sketch! I'm super proud of how it turned out! Below is a close-up!

The aforementioned close-up, showing the shading on his face and the folds of his sleeve!

Zubin! I love the side profile, and I used his picture in the MMMM booklet as a reference! Close up below, so you can see some of the more fine details/shading

the close-up!

Here's Andrew! His hair is kinda hard to not fluff-ify, but I dealt with it anyways and tried my best to keep it close to reality. Obligatory close(r)-up below.

next will be some other random stuff, mostly tally hall, but some of it is oc art

drew this drawing of Ross last September. Not amazing but very stylized, which I love/hate. the tag on the bottom left reads, "he's rather disheveled but this is the best I could do back then"

wtf is he doing? He in an action movie or something? btw this was last-year's andrew. very stylized. i hate it.

decided not to include the other last-year Rob cause i hate it deeply. this one's much better. very fluffy. i dont like the collar tho

just me poking fun at my horrendous attempts at stylizing joe. im not gonna draw him as much as the others btw.

This is from an au created by @bonkdd, but i did rob and andrew's designs bc i never saw his designs for them. i also added a lot of lore and plot stuff because i really liked the concept. in simple terms the tallies are robots that were abandoned by Marvin after he passed away so now they're falling apart n stuff without him to care for them (that's why rob hides his face). Anyways, huge thanks to Bonk for the original idea! They're a great artist, you should go check them out!

Edith, drawn/sketched with a ballpoint pen.

Another one. I like this one better, but I spent two days on this one versus a half on hour on the other so i guess it makes sense

Adrian and Reuben (OCs), done in a college-ruled notebook bc i ran out of pages in my sketchbook. next is a close-up so you can see more shading.

probably my favorite gay couple i've ever written ngl

Ace again, but wearing Reuben's favorite sweater.

Looking mighty fine!

He's lookin' tough, he's got the stuff, he's got the spiffy shades... (/lyric)

pose practice

Boll weevil, why don't you get out of your home? (/lyric)

old art jumpscare - i actually kinda like this one, might redraw it. Below is the full thing

why is zubes staring like that??? its creepy

here's another. i don't know why it's sideways. andrew is scared of joe btw, this isn't the entire drawing

Did an embossing peice. It's the Mojo Chessmaster! I tried by best to make it as detailed as possible, and I think I did pretty alright. The neck was probably the worst part to do. Below are close-ups

the head of the guitar was a pain in the ass.

This part was also pretty tricky but it came out okay. the dials at the bottom are raised as much as I could get them to go, so I'm not worried about them. My issue here was the pickups.

I also added Flansburgh's little signature guy but i drew his hair because why not? Anyways this piece took me a good hour or so to finish, I think it'll fetch a good grade (it was for my metal design class).

I'll add a sketch I just did as a bonus:

it's from a tally hall fanfic/au i made back in may after my grandpa passed away. It was a great stress-reliever and I still really like how it turned out. It's about cryptids and monsters and shit. I'll post a summary on a different post because this one was mostly for the drawings. I might post a few installments of it on my ao3. It could be a weekly thing since i usually have time on fridays to write.

Once again, a close-up is available below.

I put literal hours of research on cryptids and of the area (ann harbor, MI) while writing this fic. It was fun though, and it helped me a lot. Feel free to ask me anything about the plot or world-building !