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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months ago

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📚inch resting bits from the march twst manga updates📚 (octa, savana, & 4koma!)

***Manga spoilers below the cut (with an emphasis on the Episode of Octavinelle, since that's my favorite dorm!)***

The 4koma manga has dropped! Again, it centers around the daily lives of the NRC boys and is shown in a 4 panel gag comic format.

In the illustration above, we see the main cast with Grim's beloved tuna cans~

This month has comics about Ace going to a supplementary lesson (to learn how to manipulate brooms to do his chores) and Leona attending his art class. The comic depicts Leona, Idia, and Rook in the same art class though we're not sure if this is true in-game yet. However, the comics do carry over the continuity of Ace and Deuce being in Trein's class so maybe the art class thing is also true of Leona?

From the Episode of Savanaclaw manga: I KNOW WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN AWE OF DIASOMANI'S PRESENCE BUT ALL I'M THINKING IS THAT DIASOMNIA HAS A MOB STUDENT WITH A BOWL CUT 😭

I'm also really fixated on how this mangaka draws her lashes and hair, they're always bangers every time 💗

Ruggie "bleh" face... Also???? That full page of him using his UM... and the visualization of the wildebeests racing with him like the people in the crowd, very Lion King.

I like that the manga really shows us more emotional and intense moments the game cannot depict due to its limited assets. Here, we see the aftermath of Ruggie using his UM on the crowd. Even with Azul's magic-enhancement potion, Ruggie has taken a great physical toll from spellcasting. Falling to his knees, panting... This will make it hurt more when Leona almost poofs him to sand later 😭

These panels remind me of like. Scar looking on from up high while the hyenas do his bidding. Ruggie's expression... it's so full of a desperate kind of hope has he gazes up at his "king".

From the Episode of Octavinelle, we get to see Leona post-OB and recovering in the infirmary. Side note, I really love how the mangaka adds these cute little faces to let us know who is speaking in certain text bubbles. The little faces make some of the cutest expressions; just look at that cheeky chibi Leona head!

Here, Ruggie is telling everyone about rumors that Azul and the twins purposefully prevent their clients from fulfilling their end of the contract so they can reap the benefits. I like how the scene shown is a boat tipping over (with the twins implied to have flipped it). Nice callback to the boat scene in The Little Mermaid!

We have another The Little Mermaid reference here, where Floyd shares his UM with the gang?? The hypothetical man here reminds me of Prince Eric, especially in that white shirt and appearing as though he is drowning.

Guys... Azul's been taking modeling lessons from Vil-- I really like these more quiet and contemplative moments of Azul; plenty of those are featured this month.

asdbhlfdbaifyoaiygoeia I WILL NOW ALWAYS ASSOCIATE AZUL THINKING HARD WITH SITTING IN THAT CHAIR... There's so many shots of him seated here...

Yuuta continues to be my favorite manga!Yuu so far by diligently tidying up Leona's messy ass room for him... asfvkyadvfialf Grim looks so goofy helping out, that tower of clothes is half his size...

FLOYD'S FACE IS SO siLLy HERE TOO (this is the scene when Ruggie recalls seeing his eel form during a P.E. class where they swam). The mangaka really decided to summon his gremlin energy here...

Aaaaah, I love this shot; it sort of parallels Azul and Leona... It also makes me realize the difference between how Leona's hair is in Octavinelle vs Savanaclaw (due to the different mangaka). In Octavinelle, his hair is usually a solid black with white highlights but in Savanaclaw there tends to be a subtle gradient/screen tone on Leona's hair.

Anyway, twins Twins TWINS

GOOD WAY TO CLOSE OUT THE OCTA CHAPTER, EXCELLENT WAY TO CLOSE OFF THE OCTA CHAPTER IN FACT 🫶 Can you tell I love the Tweel parts/j

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hottpinkpenguin · 1 year ago

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can you do a smut with "This won't hurt." "Like hell it won't." HAHAHAHAHAHHA nikolai lantso x reader 🙈

thank youuuu 😘🫶🤍

Hurt Me - Nikolai Lantsov X Fem!Reader

18+ only!!! MINORS DNI

A/N: apparently the cure for the terrible writer's block I've had is absolute filthy smut! who knew?! thanks anon for this request, and i'm sorry it took me so long to get to it! i'm finally back y'all!!!!!!!!! Word Count: 3,658 Warnings: unprotected sex; anal sex; oral sex mutual; praise kink; fingering; no lube (don't do that); sprinkles of Dom/Sub vibes but super minor

“Doesn’t everyone love a little pain with their pleasure?”

Nikolai threw the covers off his body, rolling over with an exasperated sigh in the stifling darkness of his bedchamber. Ever since he’d heard you say those words over one too many glasses of kvas last week, he couldn’t think of anything else. Let alone sleep. Each time he dreamt, his mind tormented him with fantasies that left him sweating, restless, and hard.

That was his predicament now. The dream he’d just woken from was receding from his consciousness as his mind fully surfaced out of sleep. Part of him welcomed the reprieve from his insatiable lust, but part of him lamented the loss of what had felt so real. He grabbed at the fading flickers of his dream: the sound of your breathing as it quickened, the feeling of your soft skin under his palms, the sight of you straddling his lap, your hips driving down onto his hard cock, chasing your high and pulling him closer to his own…

“God damn it.” He sat up in bed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. A faint sheen of sweat danced across his shirtless torso. His dick was hardening the more he clung to the sensations of his dreams. He stood from the bed, frustrated in all the wrong ways, and strode over to the double doors that opened onto the private balcony overlooking the Grand Palace’s summer garden. It was a warm, humid night; a sheer curtain of clouds obscured the stars and cast a hazy ring around the moon. A gentle breeze blew the sweet scent of night jasmine into the bedchamber, cooling the sweat on his chest. Nikolai tried to still his breathing, forcing his mind away from reminiscing about you and onto less gratifying topics.

His efforts paid off for a few moments, his mind momentarily landing on unrelated nonsense like the guest list for his family’s upcoming ball and the names of long-disputed Ravkan territories. But, inevitably, Nikolai’s mind fell idle and turned back to you. At least he wasn’t hard now, but the dying embers of his desire wouldn’t require much encouragement to reignite.

Never going to happen, he chided himself sternly, swatting away images of your sensual face. These images were true memories - not the conjurings of his sleeping psyche. You were his brother’s betrothed, after all. Even if it was an arranged marriage, Nikolai shuddered to contemplate the implications of seeing his desires through. Most of all, the implications for you, if the secret was ever discovered…

She’s not happy with the match though. Surely, something could be arranged.

Nikolai’s hopeful side - or maybe it was just his sexually frustrated side? - tossed back poorly thought-out rebuttals to the arguments of logic and propriety. Before long, he was lost in thought, his brows furrowed and his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe to his balcony. The two sides of him warred with each other, all while a simmering passion threatened to boil over once again.

He was so distracted by his own thoughts that he missed the first knock on his door. The second one was louder, more insistent. He startled, an irrational guilt overcoming him as he wondered for a split second if he’d awoken someone, maybe by calling out your name in his sleep or some similarly mortifying mishap. Shaking that thought from his head, he made his way over to the door that led into the hallway from his chamber. He opened the door a crack, surprised that anyone else would be awake at this late hour.

The sight of your eyes, wide and pleading, shimmering in the darkness of the hallway ignited the need that had thrown him out of his dreams. His mouth went dry as he stumbled over his tongue.

“What are you doing?” he whispered urgently through the cracked doorway. You cast a nervous glance down the darkened hallway before leaning close, so close Nikolai could smell the hint of bergamot and orange peel from your shampoo.

“Please, can I come in?” Your voice was low and rough, like it had been dragged over gravel. Nikolai felt his cock twitch appreciatively. He grit his teeth as he contemplated for the briefest moment whether to acquiesce or not. You were here - right here - and there was something in the rise and fall of your chest that told him why you had come to his chamber in the dead of night. His dream was so close he could literally smell it.

Vasily will have her killed if you do this.

The thought came from a small and quickly shrinking part of his mind, but it sent ice through his veins. Nikolai knew it was true. If Vasily found out that Nikolai had a midnight rendezvous with his bride-to-be, even if the meeting went no further than conversation, Vasily’s preening arrogance at securing your hand in marriage would turn murderous in an instant. That rage wouldn’t land on his younger brother, but on you.

“Y/n, you shouldn’t be h-”

“I know, Niko. But please… I need you.”

Your eyes swallowed Nikolai’s arguments, and before he had the conscious thought to do so, he stepped aside and swung the door open to allow you through.

You entered with a serene confidence that stunned Nikolai. Before the door had quietly latched back into place, you had connected your lips with his. A husky groan of relief clawed its way out of your throat at the contact, and Nikolai felt the last paper-thin wall of resistance snap. He grabbed at you, his hands ripping through the lace-trimmed silk of your nightgown with ease to expose your back and shoulders to him.

“We really shouldn’t,” he argued pointlessly between gasping breaths as the two of you explored each others’ mouths. You shushed him by twining your hands in his hair and thrusting your tongue past his lips. Both of you knew this was a horrendous, dangerous, and potentially damning decision, but the chance for turning back had passed you both by long ago. This had become inevitable between the two of you long before tonight, Nikolai realized as he latched his mouth onto the soft skin at the base of your neck, grabbing a fistful of your hair and gently pulling your head back to expose your jawline and the moon-drenched top of your breasts to him.

Nikolai felt his cock stiffen against the warmth of you, your hips grinding down against the top of his leg. Your hands were all over him, nails grazing over his exposed chest, up over his shoulders and down the planes of his shoulder blades. He felt drunk, surrounded by you as he let his greedy mouth dive down to your breasts. He pulled the half-tattered gown down, letting it glide over your ass to the floor like water. Your breasts were full, nipples hard against the night air. He grabbed one, kneading the sensitive bud between his fingers as his mouth latched to the other. You gasped, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down onto you as your body rose into his mouth. He heard you moan his name, the sound even sweeter than the pale approximation he’d managed to conjure in his dreams. He watched as one of your hands shifted from his skin to yours, trailing down the front of your stomach until it buried itself between your legs. Your pace quickened as the combination of his mouth and hands on your breasts complimented the arousal you offered yourself with your fingers. Nikolai could smell your sex as you continued to touch yourself, melting further into passion with each passing moment.

“The bed,” he commanded, pushing you rougher than needed towards the disarray of sheets and pillows where he slept. You obeyed, your eyes sparkling at the note of control that tinted his words. Doesn’t everyone like a little pain with their pleasure? Your words flooded back to him, suddenly giving him an idea.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice a breathless growl. You didn’t hesitate, nodding as you sank down onto the bed and began working on the lacings of his trousers. Nikolai let you undress him fully, his dick springing free of his pants eagerly. He watched with undiluted need as you licked a long stripe from the base of his cock to the head, moaning slightly as you took his length into your mouth.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He threw his head back, his hands coming to the back of your head, coaxing you lower onto his member. The sensation of your lips wrapping around his shaft, your tongue dancing on the sensitive head, and your hands confidently pressing on a spot directly behind his balls made him see stars. You began to work your mouth up and down on his cock, bottoming out at the back of your throat each time. Nikolai’s heart shuddered in his chest, the muscles of his back and buttocks squeezing as he found himself shockingly close to orgasm far too soon for his liking.

Using what very little composure he had left, he pulled your head off of him. You pouted up at him, the glint of frustration in your eye told him that you knew exactly how close you’d had him to losing control and that you liked it.

“I need you inside me.” Nikolai shivered at your words, mesmerized as you leaned back on the bed, exposing yourself to him invitingly. Your pussy was swollen and glistening with wetness. Normally, Nikolai would have driven himself inside you right then and there, risking a premature end to the passion for the bliss of feeling his cock totally surrounded by you. But, if Nikolai’s plan for mixing pain with pleasure was going to come to fruition, he needed you wetter and he needed himself further from climax.

He joined you on the bed, kneeling in between your legs and guiding your thighs onto his shoulders. You propped your head up on a mountain of pillows, excitement all over your face as you registered what was to come. You wanted a view, and he was more than happy to oblige.

He closed his mouth over your pussy, his tongue lapping at the juice. You gasped, arching your back and writhing on the soft sheets.

“Nikolai, my God, that’s good.” Your praise egged him on, and he let his lips quickly find their way to your clit. Gently, he danced his tongue over it in a figure-eight pattern, alternating in a few flicks and sucks. The sounds that spilled out of you were quickly becoming less coherent, your body beginning to tighten, legs trembling ever so slightly. Nikolai pressed his hands against the back of your ass, bending your legs towards your breast and giving him a better angle before diving back into your pussy. He let his movements become less calculated, his tongue and lips slapping and slurping against you. You cried out, quickly stifling yourself with a hand over your mouth. He glanced up at you, your eyes falling closed under heavy lids. You were close to breaking loose, your pussy beginning to clench and your body quivering like a leaf in a strong breeze. Nikolai let one of your legs go, penetrating you with two quick fingers. His mouth returned to focus on your clit while his fingers began to stroke quickly and forcefully at the throbbing walls of your vagina.

“My god, Nikolai, I’m gonna cum!” You were trying to quiet yourself, but pleasure had warped the edges of your perception and dulled your care for caution. Your words felt like a vice around Nikolai’s own pleasure. He ground his lips down onto your clit as you began to mewl and quake under him, his fingers drenching in the evidence of your pleasure as your sex contracted on them. He lapped and thrust you through your orgasm, watching as your face contorted in pure bliss, your breasts heaving and your thighs shaking. Nikolai forced himself to commit the vision and the taste of your pleasure to memory. He guided you down the other side of your orgasm, and when you finally sat up to look down at him, cheeks flushed and forehead beaded with sweat, Nikolai let himself up from between your legs.

“You’re going to ruin me for other men, you know,” you told him breathlessly. “I’ll never have enough of you.” Nikolai’s pride roared at the praise, his heart pounding on the inside of his ribs.

“Flip over.” Although it was a command, Nikolai knew you heard the promise in his words: there’s more to come. You obliged, rolling onto your belly as you picked your hips off of the sheets. You looked back at him, a mix of curiosity and impatience as Nikolai spat into his hand.

“We can’t risk it,” he explained as he stroked his spit over his stiff cock. “I won’t risk anything happening to you if Vasily finds out.” For a brief moment, your expression turned serious. You understood what Nikolai was referring to. Your wedding to Vasily was still months away - plenty of time to begin showing if, Saints forbid, this led to a pregnancy. Neither of you could risk that, but especially not you.

You’d never done what Nikolai was suggesting before, and although you’d always been curious, you felt a prick of anxiety. Something in your eyes must have betrayed your fear, because Nikolai stretched forward, hovering his body over you as he balanced on strong forearms. He kissed you, this kiss less fiery than the ones you’d shared earlier at the doorway. It had a note of softness to it, reassurance.

“Only if you want to,” he murmured against your lips. The warmth of his body around you, the sound of his calm voice twining around your ears, melted away the nervous energy.

“I want to,” you replied softly, lips reconnecting with his. He reared back, coming up to kneel on his knees. He grabbed your hips and raised them until they were level with his own. His cock waited expectantly, slick with his own spit and girthy.

“This won’t hurt,” he offered in what you knew was meant to be reassuring.

You looked back at him with a sly smirk. “Like hell it won’t,” you shot back. You felt Nikolai line himself up with your ass, pressing gently at your entrance. The sensation was different, the tightness much more than what you’d expected. You felt him hesitate - you knew he was waiting for a sign from you, for you to lead him.

You pressed your hips backward slowly. He steadied his slick cock in his hands, and you watched as he bit his own lip, staring down at the sight of you accepting his length.

You gasped as you felt the full pressure of his head enter your body, stretching you in a blinding spasm. He stilled, looking up at you questioningly. The sight of him - chest heaving with exertion but his attention wholly devoted to you, letting you take control - relaxed you. You felt the muscles squeezing his dick release. In a moment of impulse, you drove your hips back with a hard jerk until his cock was completely sheathed in your ass. It was incredible, a mix of pain and bliss you’d never felt before. Your pussy twitched appreciatively, and you felt the beginnings of another climax begin to bubble in your core.

“We all love pain and pleasure, Nikolai,” you told him as his mouth fell open into a wide O, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation. “Take it.”

His eyes snapped to you, and you nodded, confirming that you’d just given him the permission to let loose. His hands gripped onto your hip bones as he slid himself backwards, his dick almost completely springing free before he buried himself inside you once again. Over and over he thrusted, in and out, his movements hard but controlled. The sound of slapping skin filled the room. You felt him bend forward, one hand finding its way to your clit. He continued to pound into you, the new sensation exciting and gratifying. When he began to dance his fingertips around your pink bud in small, controlled circles, you felt the edge of bliss roar up to meet you.

You reached backwards, steadying yourself up on all fours with one hand as the other grabbed at the back of his thigh. You met his own forward thrusts with a backward hitch of your own. Nikolai gasped, his free hand digging into the flesh on your hip.

“I’ve dreamt of you for so long,” he muttered, his words halting as he continued to pound you from behind. His movements were getting less controlled, and your attention was wavering as your orgasm began to overtake your awareness. You felt yourself slacken slightly under him. The hand he’d devoted to your clit retreated, finding its way back to your hip for better leverage. You replaced his fingers with your own, moaning his name in encouragement.

“I’m close, baby,” he replied gruffly. His pace quickened until his thrusts knocked the air from your lungs, your knees practically levitating off the bed as he took you with the roughness his own orgasm needed.

You fell apart against him as he slammed into you, over and over again. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, your entire body convulsing with a new pleasure. Your fingers coaxed your clit to its fever pitch. You let yourself slacken slightly as Nikolai’s hips drove into you one last time. He reached down and pulled you up until you were flush against him, your back against his warm torso. He buried his face in your hair as you felt his cock release inside you, your name sighing in and out of his mouth with each breath. The two of you plummeted together into bliss, each of you lost to the moment. Only the heat between your bodies and the feel of his strong arms wrapped across your chest tethered your mind to the ground. The rest of you floated on a torrent of blossoming bliss.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, tangled together like vines. It was long enough that you felt him begin to soften inside you. Bodily needs forced the two of you to come down from the clouds. He withdrew from you gently, cooing soft praise into your ear as he kissed your neck.

“You were so good for me,” he whispered. The sound sent shivers up and down your spine. You twisted around to kiss him, your lips finding his easily. He was trembling somewhat, overstimulated. You smiled against his lips, a hand tracing the hard edge of his jaw.

“Get me a towel?” you asked. Nikolai’s eyes opened, and he nodded eagerly. His commanding demeanor evaporated, replaced by an assiduous lover. He clumsily shuffled off the bed, dragging his trousers on haphazardly as he hurried over the wash basin in the corner of his chamber. He doused two cloths in the water, warmed from the underside by still-glowing embers from the now cold fireplace, and returned to you. He offered you one which you used to clean yourself, while the other he gently wiped across your brow and down your neck. He lifted the hair from your neck, dabbing at the base of your skull and along your collarbones. You’d broken into a sweat from the night’s exertions, but it was quickly cooling on your skin as you felt your body sliding towards what promised to be a deep sleep. The warmth from the washcloth felt divine against your skin. You groaned appreciatively as Nikolai ran the cloth down the length of your arms before moving on to your breasts. You let him continue to attend to you as you sank into his bed.

You wondered if he’d argue with you spending the night. It wasn’t the wise decision by any means, and it only increased the risk of Vasily finding out. You still had many hours before the palace servants would begin their morning rounds of stoking fires and heating tub water. They would be the first to discover you missing your own chamber and displaced in Nikolai’s bed. You trusted your own hand servants to keep the secret, but knew nothing of Nikolai’s personal staff.

But, much to your contentment, he offered no rebuttal. Instead, he wiped you down with tender attentiveness and pulled the warm blankets over your naked body. You heard him wring out the washcloths into the basin. A few moments later, he slid into bed next to you. You turned your back to him and he molded against your body, an arm weaving around your side to hold you close. When he stilled behind you, you could feel the whisper of his breath tickling your ear and the reassuring beat of his heart against your back.

“You’re not the only one who’s ruined, you know.” His voice was so quiet it almost didn’t pull you up from the fog of sleep. He planted a soft kiss just beneath your earlobe. You squirmed deeper into his embrace, a smile playing across your lips.

“I’m afraid, my prince,” you replied after a few moments, “that this will indeed hurt.”

Both of you knew that you were speaking to the kind of hurt that stays with you, a hurt that bruises your heart and bends your life under its weight. But neither of you were willing to forgo the pleasure you’d found tonight. You were in too deep now, and the future would have to take care of itself.

“That’s alright, love. We all like a little pain with our pleasure.”

You giggled at Nikolai’s quip, snuggling against him once more. For the first time since meeting, you each found an uninterrupted, dreamless sleep…

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minniiaa · 8 months ago

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another lawlu hc related to that: law has sensory issues with eating sometimes because of his autism and it makes him internally scream and go to an empty room to cry. luffy realizes law has been giving him too much of his food recently. after finding out why, luffy gives him all the comfort and love he deserves and it causes law to eat a little more 🥹💜 (this sadly happens to me in real life as an autistic person. I NEED A SPOUSE LIKE LUFFY AAAAAH)

Yes! This is actually so sweet. Law's autism could totally explain his very particular eating habits. You inspired me to write the below headcanon based on this. I have had people in my life who are autistic but I do have it myself so I hope I could do the experience justice in the context of Law and his personality. I just love the idea of Luffy finding out and making sure Law gets whatever he needs because he's the best partner anyone could ask for <3

Law is very self-conscious when it comes to his eating habits, as he is with most of his peculiarities and it's nearly impossible for him to bring himself to ask to be accommodated when others are cooking even though he knows people will do so even when he doesn't tell them why. He accidentally blurted out that he doesn't like bread and ever since then Sanji has always made him his own special dish whenever he is serving bread dishes to the others. He appreciates Sanji's understanding but he feels like a burden for making him create something entirely different just for him.

Law's food preferences don't just end with bread though, and he can't just refuse to eat what he's being served, that would be rude. Luckily, he has a very hungry partner who is always eyeing up his plate for scraps so he can generally just give him the things he doesn't like but recently it's been getting worse to the point that Law is barely eating because his sensory issues have become overwhelming.

Law thinks he's pretty slick but Luffy knows him better than he knows himself most of the time and one day, he confronts him. Luffy asks Law if he's okay and why he hasn't been eating virtually any of his food recently. He tries to play it off by saying he just hasn't been hungry but Luffy calls out the fact that his stomach has been growling and he's clearly hungry. He demands Law to tell him what's going on and if he's sick, he'll figure out how to make him better. Law, knowing he can't get out of this without telling Luffy the truth, explains that he has a condition where specific food textures make him feel extremely uncomfortable and he can't eat them without feeling like he's going to either throw up or explode.

Much to Law's relief, Luffy immediately understands. "That's okay, everyone is different, Torao! You should have told me before so I can make sure you get all the yummy food you like! Now, tell me all the things that make you feel gross and I'll make sure you never have to eat them again. Food is the best thing in the world and you need to eat so you can be nice and strong!" he says and Law has to hold back his tears. He's been struggling with this for so long and he's always been afraid to tell people because he doesn't want them to judge him and just assume he's annoying when he can't help it.

He's not sure why he didn't just tell Luffy this before, he's not the best at expressing himself. Emotions and connecting with others are hard for him. He's already so much of a burden on Luffy as it is even though Luffy constantly reassures him that he loves him, he's never a burden, and he just wants him to be happy.

After that day, Luffy makes sure that Law's plate never has anything he doesn't like on it. If anyone dares to call Law 'picky' he yells at them and advises that Law is artistic (Law has corrected him and told him it's autistic but he doesn't seem to listen) and he can't help it and that he'll beat them up if they make fun of his Torao. Law wonders every single day what he did to deserve such a loving and understanding partner who goes out of his way to make Law's life easier in whatever way he can.

#one piece #law #trafalgar law #luffy #lawlu #monkey d luffy #lulaw #op #lawlu headcanon #one piece lawlu #lawluffy #minni headcanons

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vanmarkus · 10 days ago

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Hi I'm back having now watched the episode and oh my god it has been a very very long time since an episode of TV made me this emotional - i don't cry in general but this came very *very* close. Also no one I know is watching it so I hope it's fine that I'm just ranting in your inbox XD

I know you said it was good and emotional and yet it was even more than I expected?!? I think what is striking me so strongly about Brilliant Minds is that you can feel that everyone in the room just /cares/ so much about the characters and the stories they're telling? There's a tenderness underlying all of the character beats we've seen so far, from Oliver to the interns (Dana and her backstory especially comes to mind) and now to John Doe. Having that whole storyline expand over multiple episodes, building up anticipation, finallly meeting him (and oh the dialogues! Playing chess with Dana! Thanking Jacob! Aaaaah). I also really love and appreciate how they've addressed assisted dying, the ethical and emotional quandries that come with it, how your medical team might react to that... So so good. (On another note, I don't know if you're much of a podcast listener, but the very first Invisibilia episode deals with another Locked In syndrom patient - with a happier ending, though - and I couldn't stop thinking about it throughout the episode)

Honestly unsure how they're going to continue/top that in the following episodes, but I'm just so glad I'm along for the ride.

hiii, i'm glad you enjoyed it, i was trying hard not to give away just how mindblowingly good it was agxvgss

as you said, you can just tell that the creators and the writers and the actors and everyone cares a lot for the show, but they are also just there to have fun and it frees them up creatively, i mean i think that much is visible on the show and in the bts stuff they post!

but the show goes out of its way to humanise people with neurological and mental disorders instead of just magically fixing them up and sending them on their way, which is frankly so rare and even rarer to have it this well done. actually, i couldn't really bring up another example at all.

the way they broached the topic and the way they handled it was amazing. i mean... this person was locked in and he had someone who would've cared for him until the end of both their lives, doctors who cared about his wellbeing, his quality of life and him receiving help and love and they all cared enough to respect his wishes and let him die in a peaceful manner anyway, where he was surrounded by people who cared for him, who went out of their way to make it a genuinely good experience (as good as dying can be a good experience, anyway).

clearly my mind is blown, but all that and the way they shown the interactions between Roman and his boyfriend and the interns and Wolf and Carol and just... it was beautiful, painful and skillful storytelling.

it was everything i never knew i needed to see on television.

and i agree, i absolutely love how they just drop some info-nuggets and then let them be, until they expand on them in later episodes, be it the backstory of the interns or Wolf or any of the patients, they don't rush things that don't need to be rushed and get things done quickly to make a point when that serves the narrative better (the latter be more at play in the next episode, but no spoilers).

(also i don't know that podcast, but it does sound interesting for sure!)

in any case, i don't mind that you went long cuz so did i and this episode and this show certainly deserve the attention, so i think it speaks for itself how invested we both are agxvsgs

i'm glad you enjoyed it and thank you for sharing your thoughts with me <333

#brilliant minds #lechantdesabysses #ask

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maralaai · 5 months ago

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Aaaaah I’ve been so inactive soorryyyy😭😭

Anyway now that life’s easier and school is done..

Who’s doing art fight this year?!

Cause I am :] team seafoam ftw ✨😝 reference sheets is SO HARD to make though :(

Anyway ANYWAY add me on artfight!! Same username as on here or just click the link below! I’ll try and attack everyone back uwuwu

(Profile is still in progress )

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asteria7fics · 14 days ago

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You knocked it out of the park with that chapter! I'm really enjoying the way you're characterizing everyone, Kyle in particular. And I felt so bad for Stan when Kyle was ripping into him too. You really know how to pull on heartstrings. I was really happy to see that Heidi cameo too, it made me laugh when Stan was like I'm his chef and she was like "Congratulations." and called up Kyle anyway. Also Cartman is so sinister too oh man. "See you in hell, cockbreath"

It was a tasty dish once again! I hope covid isn't getting you too down, you got this!!

Aaaaah thank you so much!!! ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

All of the bits of them fighting were so hard to write, I just want them to be in love and happy together!! That final argument at the end of the chapter had been looming over me the entire time I was writing the thing, so I’m glad it came across well!

Aahaha I missed writing for Heidi! And for Cartman, in a way. I was honestly concerned he wouldn’t come across as diabolical enough in this fic, but I think he’s ended up being my most evil Cartman yet, in his own way.

Thank you my friend!! I’m still alive out here, though I’ve spent literally all day today sleeping. Much needed rest, I’m afraid!

#ask asteria #I really was so nervous about this fic #so thank you for the kind words on this one #it was hands down the most difficulty I’ve had writing a fic #my next project will hopefully not be so taxing ahaha #much love my friend thank you for checking in

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hanjirrracha · 1 month ago

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obviously i stan both skz and ateez but i only started stanning last year, so after kingdom. i always hear people saying like it was so tough to be a stan in that time like kingdom was so stressful. and though i understood that, now that kingdom 2 is coming out and a group i stan is actually competing in real time do i truly understand. because tell me why i am so stressed like i just want to best for them!!!!! and 8turn is one of the newest and the youngest group on there and im just so !!!!!! look at what they’re capable of!!!!! don’t underestimate them!!!!!!! like omg!!!!! especially against groups like cravity or oneus which have much longer standing fandoms.

aaaaah i just really hope they’re not being too hard on themselves, especially after episode 3. of course there’s more to go its just so !!!!!!! aaahh!!!! i feel like they’re already taking the stance as the group that has something to prove, and that’s a lot of pressure to have. they’re amazing dancer vocalists rapper performers true aces. so there’s no doubt there. i just hope everyone welcomes them with open arms and they don’t get too caught up in the expectations they have of themselves.

go 8turn!!!!!

if you’re keen on seeing 8turn succeed please don’t forget to vote on mnet+ !!!!!!!

#8turn #road to kingdom 2 #rtk2 #road to kingdom 2 : ace of aces

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OKAY if this is too much context for a request, I completely understand!! Girlie's got to try through ✨️✨️

So this is probably very out of character??? I am a hopeless Jakurai yumejo and at some point the line between headcanons and canon blurred you know?

Jakurai's kink is having sex in various places and knowing only the two of you will ever know about it. I.e. camping, discreet area near the lake on a fishing trip etc...

The request is Matenrou & Jakurai's fem!s/o rent out a cottage at the beach for a day, and at the end of the day once hifudo went back, Hakurai lead her to a little secluded area on this opd withered wooden landing that was seperated from the boardwalk in a storm or something years ago idk

There's trees hiding it now but it's still close to everything, he laid out blankets and towels earlier that day and there's lit candles, a view of the sunset, and Jakurai sheepishly trying to explain what he's doing here to s/o's surprise but interest

and then you know they donk the bonk. ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

IF THIS IS WEIRD OR TOO MUCH I SO GET IT. I DONT KNOW WHY MY BRAIN RANDOMLY ONE DAY DECIDED THIS ABOUT HIM IT IS COMPLETELY BASELESS. OOPS ALL HEADCANONS love your writing hope you have a good day!! ✨️✨️

THE WAY YOU PHRASED THIS WAS SO SILLY TO ME I LOVED IT/POS. LIKE, DONK THE BONK,, I'm rlly glad you like my writing and decided to ask for something,, I also wanna sadly say that I can see Jakurai being into something like this. . .

SCENARIO - You and Matenro decide to book out a beach cottage, but Jakurai has a rather odd request for you, but who are you to not except a request from your lover

PAIRINGS - Jakurai x Fem!reader

GENRE - oneshot, NSFW at the ending portion

The two of you, Jakurai and yourself of course, have been together for a long while now, and even now it's hard to find time together with the overlapping schedules and work hours. Though, this week was one of those times where you were both able to request work off and just spend a relaxing time together, able to just take work off and see each other's faces during a time that wasn't midnight when you both prepared for bed.

What a lucky coincidence that Doppo and Hifumi had their times off around this week as well, odd but it was quite a relief for the 4 of you.

In a somewhat celebratory manner that you all had some sort of break to be had, Jakurai decided to treat you 3 and himself to a small vacation near the beach, in a cute little cottage locationed near the said beach side.

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"aaaaah the weather is so good out here today right Doppomin?" The happy bundle of joy called Hifumi bounced and wrapped his arm around Doppo's shoulder, gaining a weary and tired look from him, but he wasn't all the way annoyed, he was enjoying it as much as everyone else was.

Jakurai quietly chuckled to the two in front of you, poking at each other as they playfully bickered. You were just calming standing beside your lover, gently holding onto his hand with your left, and right holding tight to a small cooler that held snacks and drinks.

You were so caught up in watching the other two that you didn't realize the gentle tug on your hand, Jakurai offering a gentle smile to you as he took you down to the beach, lined with people relaxing or splashing in the vast ocean, although he took the 3 of you to a more relaxed and quieter place to set down a towel and peacefully enjoy your time on.

That afternoon was a peaceful one for the most part, besides the part where Hifumi wanted to drag everyone into the water, ending in Doppo getting completely soaked from the splashes that were targeted at him. You had only gently splashed him, but even then I don't think it was appreciated no matter how much you did it.

"Doppomine~! jeez you got so wet! how did you even manage??" "I didn't."

The time spent by the seaside was short spent as the sun was slowly setting and letting the pinkish red sky fade off into the blues. Doppo and Hifumi wanted to head inside since they both of them were soaked and needed a change of clothes, but Jakurai had a rather different plan set in place for the both of you.

"s/o, after we get changed, would you mind following me?" Jakurai's voice was soft, not that it ever wasn't, but it was a soothing feeling. You simply nodded and got changed into dryer clothes, pulling your long hair up to let it dry out.

After you were both done getting changed, your lover took your hand gently in his and took you out behind the cottage, blocking out the bright sun rays that were casting down from the lovely looking sunset. He lead you off to a small blanketed area, little lights were set up for when it became too dark to see your surroundings.

"Do you like it? I set this up earlier while you were getting dressed this afternoon" he gently smiled to you, gaining a soft smile back in approval "I love it! I dunno how you found time for this, but it's impressive!"

He lead you off into the already dark area, sitting down before pulling you gently and placing you directly into his lap, his legs crossed with yours overlapping, the skirt you had changed into draping down over your thighs. He rested his chin onto your shoulder, mouth gently grazing over your neck, hands wandering lightly as he tried to sit as still as you could for him.

"something wrong, my dear? you seem to be quite. .quiet~"

You whined under his touch, his hands continuing to wander and touch every part of you, one resting onto your shivering thigh.

"Are you cold? it can get rather cold out here at night,, how about I help you warm up, my dear?"

You didn't know how to respond to his requests, so all you did was nod sheepishly up at him. He softly smiled and slowly moved your legs so they were separated against his body, his knee's holding one up higher than the other one "just relax,, I will make sure you warm up nicely"

He moved his fingers past your body, hands trailing to your lower abdomen, moving aside any undergarments' you were wearing to move his fingers closer and closer.

You whined out as his fingers slowly entered you and moved your insides aside for him to work his heat into you, the cold and frail body you had only shivering from his warm hands covering your cold existence. He worked himself deeper into you, gaining piles of reactions from you, legs wobbling and shaking.

"is this warming you up dear? I wouldn't believe you if you said it wasn't"

It was minutes before he actually stopped, finally releasing his imprisoned fingers, holding you up and removing parts and pieces of his own clothing choices. He softly spoke unspoken words into your ears as he entered you, spending no time at all to be your personal heater, making sure to touch every part of your insides and speak his warmth with you.

I hope you enjoyed! sorry if I cut it a little short.

#hypnosis mic x reader #hypnosis mic #hypmic #oneshot #jakurai jinguji #hypmic jakurai #hypnosis mic jakurai #Jakurai/reader #jakurai jinguji/reader

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machifuwa · 2 years ago

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Nimbus Fumble | Episode 5

Season: Winter

The Next Day

Aira: Himemiya-senpai! This is so tough! Really tough!

Tori: Good mo–Woah!? Shitatori, did you wake up and come straight here!? I'm feeling like a terrible sleeper right now, though!?

Haah. You do know that we're going to film a video, right? Come here, let me fix you.

Aira: Ehh? Himemiya-senpai's doing my hair? It's like a dream even though I'm supposed to be awake. I could eat three bowls of rice just for that…♪

—Crap, this isn't the time for this! Look! Please take a look at this!

Tori: Hm? What's in your phone?

Aira: Yesterday, you took a picture of me dancing the rabbit dance, right? That was immediately uploaded to SNS. And then!

It's been spreading like crazy! I'm getting a lot of favorites from it.

I also received comments from people saying they were looking forward to the baton! I can't believe the responses were so immediate!

Tori: Heh~ Isn't that great? This is the first step towards success!

If they're expecting so much from you, then you have to be really excited about today's shoot. Since I'm going to be in it, we need to get everyone more excited!

Aira: You're right!

Kohaku: Hm~? Good morning to you both. What are ya doin' here so early in the mornin'ー?

Woah!?

Aira & Tori: Aah!

Kohaku: Waah…! I hit the tripod with all my might and knocked it over! I-I'm so sorry! I was distracted. I hope it's not broken…?

Aira: Let's see…? Yeah, it looks fine. It doesn't look broken.

Kohaku: Aah… I'm glad. The equipment looked so expensive that I was afraid I would break it.

I can't stand this. From the looks of it, you guys have been gathering equipment and stuff, huh?

I'll help you with whatever chores you need. You can use me as your lackey. I don't know what you're doin', though.

Aira & Tori: You'll help us!?

Kohaku: Huh? Well, if it's somethin' I'm good at.

But what the. I have a bad feelin' about this…?

After explaining the situation to Kohaku

Kohaku: N-No way! There is no way I'm wearin' that!

Aira: Ehh~? Why? You look lovely. Don't worry, I'm sure Kohakucchi's gonna look cute and good.

Kohaku: No way! It's not about whether it will look good on me or not.

Yes, I did say I would help, but I meant it in the sense of hard work and chores, not as somethin' to dance around with those ears…

Tori: We understand~ Aaah~, I'm glad the camera isn't broken. It's not, but I'm sure it has some tiny scratches or something. I mean, it fell over, after all.

Kohaku: Ugh…! That's unfair…!

Aira: I would be very happy if Kohakucchi would help us.

Besides, it's a rare opportunity to collaborate with Himemiya-senpai and Kohakucchi like this ♪ It'll surely be a topic of discussion.

Hey, do you really not want to…?

Kohaku: …Ugh.

(Don't look at me like that. It would be hard for me to refuse…!)

(But, it was my fault that I almost broke the camera... I had no choice but to be ready for this!)

Fine, I'll do it. I'll just dance this rabbit dance, right?

Tori: Ehh! You're really going to?

Kohaku: …You're one pompous prankster. You were threatening me just now.

Well, it's okay. If we're going to dance, let's do it ASAP. I just want to get this over with.

If...If someone from Crazy:B...especially Rinne-han saw me here, I'm sure I'd kill myself right here, right now.

Tori: Eh!? You're going that far!?

Aira: T-Then, let's hurry up and take a shot!

Pyon ♪

Tori: Pyon-pyon ♪

Kohaku: Ra…rabbit's pyon ♪

(Aaaaah! It's even tougher than I expected…! Just kill me right noooow!)

Aira & Tori: Pyon ♪

Kohaku: Haah, haah… F-Finally, the hellish time's over.

Hm? That sound just now…?

Madara: Yahoo! Kohaku-saaan!

Kohaku: Urgh…

Madara: I guess the teachings of our forefathers are still the greatest wisdom. "The early bird gets the worm!" I'm really glad I got up early, I was able to see such a cute dance from Kohaku-san as a result.

I couldn't help but capture every bit of Kohaku-san's appearance on video. This will be a great souvenir ☆ Let's watch it together every time Kohaku-san grows older!

Kohaku: ……

Madara: Hm? What's the matter, Kohaku-san? Your face is as red as a boiled octopus. But there seems to be something wrong with it…?

Kohaku: Aah…AAAAAAHHH!!!

Madara: Woah!? What's wrong, Kohaku-san!? Please don't try to take my phone away from me!

Kohaku: You're being too loud! I'll smash that phone to pieces, and I'll smash you together with it!

Madara: What in the world!? S-Stop! Let's just calm down, huh, Kohaku-san!?

Kohaku: I'm not going to let this calm me down! I'll make sure you never see the light of day again!

Madara: I really wish you'd go back to being such a cute little rabbit like earlier. I wish he'd go back to the way he was before! Can you bring back the Kohaku-san earlier!?

Kohaku: Shut up!

Aira: Umm… It seems like Kohakucchi went after Mikejima-senpai.

Tori: Well, that doesn't matter, right? We got the video nicely, too ♪ But you'd better think about who you're going to pass the baton to next, Shiratori.

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Aira: Ah, yes. I'll see who I can turn to ♪

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#ensemble stars #enstars #kohaku oukawa #aira shiratori #tori himemiya #madara mikejima

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 1 year ago

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Au terms and service request!!

Reactions to playing Five Night at Freddy's with circus performers plz hehehe

yessss I love it! FNAF has a special place in my heart; I was playing Toy Bonnie, Springtrap, and an OC on RP blogs back when the first games came out! (actually I still play them all, I just moved most of my RP muses to a multimuse... I love my lil fuzzbutt bunnybots and my spooky tour guide lady XD)

I'm super pumped for the movie to come out next month! I currently have the Peacock streaming service and the movie is coming straight to that as well as theaters. soooooo... pizza party and everyone's invited!!!!

anyway this is such a great concept eeeeee

God, she hates it!! Get the door! Wait, no, the other door! Fuck, is that Foxy on the camera?! Aaaaand Mr. Schmidt is dead. Oops. This is definitely not her favorite game, if only because she’s easily freaked out by jumpscares. If you laugh at her reactions, she’ll probably force close the Kuroshitsuji app and sulk for a while… meaning that every time you open it and try to talk to her specifically, she’ll make the app crash. She finally moans that life is hard enough, why couldn’t you pick a nice, wholesome farming game or something?? Gah. She’ll play it with you again, if you really want; just don’t tease her when she screams!

Ah, no, stop checking the camera!! Y’re gonna run down the power! Er… well… okay, y’ can check it this once, but… ugh! He’s hung up on the strategies rather than being too scared of the animatronics. At first, anyway. The first time you let Mike die to a jumpscare, he shrieks like a banshee. Those animations are just too detailed and creepy, as far as he’s concerned. If nothing else, he’s happy to keep playing despite the fear of getting another one of them. Actually, he considers it a point of pride to see all the animations. Come on, he won’t let you wimp out and stop playing until you survive the night!!

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, turn the lights on! They were so sure they heard one’a those damn robots comin’!! Aaaaah… dead because you guys were too slow to close the door. After the two of you die the first time, they’re urging you to try again. Of course, they screamed at the jumpscare, so you might ask if they really are sure they want to play again. They do, though! They talk about how their heart was racing (even though they, er, don’t have one, do they??), and how it was so much fun. Did it scare them? Absolutely. Did they enjoy it? No doubt! It’s something they love doing with you, so, they’ll play it as many times as you like.

Haha, Lord, this is an awful waste’a time and ‘e couldn’t be ‘appier tae be playin’ it with ye! What ‘appens if th’ lights go out, again…? … Oh. Right, death! He manages to crack jokes the whole time, but some of the content in this game actually sort of gets to him. Being trapped in an enclosed space with no options to just run, and only your own reaction times to keep yourself safe? That’s one of the scariest situations he can imagine to be in. That said, he’s quite fast, so if you’d prefer to give him commands, he can connect to the Five Nights at Freddy’s app itself and do things almost instantly rather than you pressing buttons. He’s helpful if you’ve tried a few times and are just a bit slow to survive. He’ll play with you as much as you want… just maybe play something a little bit more lighthearted before closing the Kuroshitsuji app for the night??

Y’ sure y’ really wanna play this one, eh? The premise is a li’l odd, ain’t it? ‘N’ the mechanics are so simple, is it even a challenge or… FUCK, THAT’S A GIANT ROBOT ANIMAL, CLOSE THE DOOR!! For as much as he isn’t usually rattled by things (in fact, there are times he seems stoic and emotionless), he pays dearly in finding out how scary this game is, because he severely underestimated it. When you let Mike die for the first time, the Kuroshitsuji app crashes; upon opening it back up, Jumbo will bashfully apologize and ask if you want to try playing again. He’s prepared now, he promises! Well, until that music box starts playing. It’s so pretty, isn’t it? … Dammit, okay, try one more time!

Oi, y’ sure this is s’posed t’ be a, y’know, a ‘orror game? From wot ‘e sees, it looks like a game f’r li’l kids ‘r somethin’. All colorful ‘n’ cheesy ‘n’… GOD! Rabbits shouldn’t be that fuckin’ scary!!! After letting Mike die for the first time, Peter just sort of zones out for a second. He’s got the horror game equivalent of a thousand-yard stare, as if he’s trying very hard to comprehend what the hell just happened. After a moment he snaps out of it and demands that the two of you try again. He’s fully committed to playing it until you survive the entire five nights, if only to prove that he’s not scared. In fact, find all the secret stuff! He’ll do those five nights and more! No stupid game gets the better of him!

(Aww, why isn’t there a snake animatronic? That would be so much fun!) Yes, he supposes it would be, Donne. (Let’s jus’ play it, we’ll show ‘em w’o’s boss!) Snake doesn’t share the aggressive enthusiasm, Wilde, but he’s willing to give it a go. He gets spooked quite quickly, though, and comments that he wishes he was a real person so he could hide behind you. (Of course, the snakes do the talking. It’s less embarrassing to admit that way.) He can barely get through one night without getting so scared he crashes the Five Nights at Freddy’s app. If he does manage it, however, his confidence grows a little and he’s able to formulate some better strategies for getting through another. It’s… fun to bond with you like this, even though he gets scared. He’ll keep playing, if you want.

Eep!! Good God, ‘ow do these ‘uge, ‘ulkin’ things move so damn fast?? It don’t seem fair at all! ‘Ow are y’ two s’posed t’ keep from dyin’? Well, she s’poses that’s wot makes it a challenge. That’s the whole point of the game, so she can’t really complain too much that it’s difficult. She jumps at every little sound in the game, and urges you to check the cameras often. This isn’t something she’s good at — she ends up having you check the cameras so often the power runs out, and you don’t last till 6 A.M. It’s a miracle if you last till 3, the way she plays. She at least is the only one to explain that because she’s part of an app inside the phone, it feels so much more… real to her! Thankfully, she’s a good sport. Even if she ends up screaming at every jumpscare, she’s fine playing it until you get bored. It beats just sitting round doing nothing! (Though, even that isn’t so bad with you.)

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holymaccaronii · 8 months ago

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Aaaaah we just reached 200 followers yesterday and I didn’t notice!!! I’m really thankful for the support on my projects/art and kind comments from everyone, I greatly appreciate them :] 💙

I’d also like to announce some future plans I have yet to show in this account regarding these projects and art as well.

As some of you may have noticed, the drive of the papercraft series I’m currently working on has many other folders naming random series/games in it. These are most of the fandoms I’m in, and I’m planning to design a papercraft of my favorite character (and popular characters if requested) in each! If I get to do a volume two of the series, I might move on to other fandoms and take requests on characters, though I’m still reviewing this option depending on how my skills to design papercrafts develop. Eventually if everything goes alright, I might even consider taking papercraft commissions and making tutorials, but again these are just possible ideas and I’m not promising that they will happen any time soon <:] (or they might? Who knows!)

Another plan that might happen soon is that I can possibly get to design articulated papercrafts! Worry not, as the materials used on them won’t be hard to get (I hope?) and they will include step-by-step instructions, much more detailed than the current ones if necessary. I’ll start working on a prototype soon and hope the system I have in mind does get to work.

And about art, welp, I’m just drawing when I have motivation I guess? You can never tell when I post it, but what you can tell from it is the fandom/character I’m currently hyperfixiated with at the moment :p (as that kind of art is usually rendered).

Again thank you a lot for the support on all of this, making papercrafts is a first step towards what I want to achieve on my future job, and that is making action figures! I know my classes might eat up most of my time once in a while but I’ll try to keep up with this 🐟💙

#RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#papercraft

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rayofmisfortune · 8 months ago

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About pre-virus ruin, ye, I suppose that's true. Thinking about it more, I do hope the showrunners keep it that way. Something about seeing them at their silliest and then getting the massive WHIPLASH after seeing them like THIS is... it's sad. I like to think we witnessed two character deaths that video. It's just that one started dying 50 years ago :') (l like to imagine their silliness originated from somewhere at least and was not all made up. A remnant from simpler times...) (1/10)

Aaaaah yea! And... if they end up giving us a backstory of them... I just reaaally want to see how they were dealing with the virus and adjusting to everyone around them being infected... I doubt it was easy on them qwq (no we're not writing that (i wanna) we already have a gazzilion unfinished projects glaring @ us)

I- wow I kinda forgot my stuff is on there jfjfjf AH I'M GLAD YA LIKED THEM! :3 I have a lot more in my drafts and as wips- well obviously it's not posted anywhere hehe

Well... hmmm if anyone WERE to fill in Jack in on the... news... i... i feel like he wouldn't take it well. "Where is Solar!" Oh buddy.. oh you precious murder machine qwq (had to look up what osmosis meant haha first time seeing the word n all that)... Jack slowly piecing it together as in the process of figuring it out he also slowly becomes sentient... I'm fine mhm

Oh, yea that... that is a sound reason. They, they had their reasons. I honestly like... don't think they ENJOYED hurting people. They were just... soooo off the leash when they arrived in this dimension. Scaring the hell out of Cassie and Gregory, the constant death threats, violent games and tricks. (One to three will always live in my head... "I can help with the cutting.") Like I said in... idk in which answer honestly it's all blurring together lmfao fjfjfj They kept up this act for FIFTY PLUS YEARS! And... they even managed to be one of their dimension's... I forgot the word but what the Ruin dimension's Monty was?? They were GOOD at their act. SO good they fooled everyone around them. Granted tho... those infected robots aren't too dreadfully hard to fool. Sun, when he was in Ruin's dimension, managed to fool one of them, convinced it he was Ruin. That robot didn't seem to posses the same level of sentience as the Ruin Monty we've seen in there (not to be confused with Ronty, rest in peace).

Fair! The lie detector video is.. really as ya said, our most reliable source of info. Even though some of the answers that were dinfed as truths were... weird.

Oooh you're right I haven't even thought of that heh. That was just silly in denial talk I suppose heh The Creators would have surely noticed... or... would they even have cared? Creators are selfish, self-centered insane geniouses... would they even care if one of their own suddenly vanished?

AHHHHH IT WOULD BE WORRYINGLY IRONIC 😭 Add onto that the very possible paraller between Cold Moon trying bring back his Sun and New Moon most likely going to drive himself to the point of shut down trying to find any signs of Solar possibly surviving... Oh my gosh I do NOT like this arc... WHY DOES EVERYTHING GO DOWN AROUND THIS TIME EVERY YEAR IT'S SO EXHAUSTING 😭

Mmm yea probably hehe We... don't really have anyone asides from Solar and Ruin to fact check this heh

#answered asks #thyme anon #tsams

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xxmyhomexx · 11 months ago

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SOULLESS: Wrath

So I am playing Soulless, a new Romance Club story, and Vyxaria is a far different MC than the one I am used to.

However, I'm sure over the course of the story she will change and I believe she will come to care about her chosen LI deeply, especially if she is on Cynthia/Walter's path.

I imagine that Cynthia/Walter joins them on her journey when she/he discovers the truth, even though they are terrified at first. However, they develop strong feelings for Vyxaria, and over time, she starts to develop feelings for them, eventually realizing they are important to her.

However, demon hunters have traced Vyxaria's existance to Earth from Velanthis, and are after her. Vincent, Threxio/Threxia, and Vyxaria manage to defeat and kill one while capturing the other. However, Vyxaria is blindsided by an arrow, and Cynthia/Walter take it to save her.

Vyxaria doesn't see who injured them, but she is in hysterics when she sees her beloved human injured. Cynthia/Walter are in extreme pain, and Vyxaria focuses her strength in taking care of them. Threxio/Xia capture the hunter who is still alive, taking them in for interrogation with Vincent.

Meanwhile, Vyxaria watches over Cynthia/Walter after Vincent treats their wounds. They are asleep with bandages wrapped around their abdomens, but recuperating well. After being reassured he/she will be fine, Vyxaria joins them in interrogating the hunter.

"How did you find Vyxaria here?" Threxio/Xia asks.

"That bitch used that fucking necklace," the hunter spits. Vyxaria growls, holding back her rage.

"That necklace belonged to Xantheia, and you killed her!" She snarled.

"Whatever," the hunter spits. He's tied to a chair in an interrogation room, bruised and battered from being defeated.

"On whose orders did you follow to kill us?" Vincent asks.

"Ha, like I'd tell you all," the hunter, however, winces when he sees Vincent's eyes glow red.

"It'd be in your best interest to cooperate."

"Know this! The hunter spits. "Vyxaria's GOING to die, along with you scum, and that human bitch/bastard. She/he's lucky they survived my arrow!"

Vyxaria is calm before this, but when they mention Cynthia/Walter, she realizes that the one they are interrogating is the one who almost killed them.

"Enough of this nonsense! Time to-" Threxio/Xia goes to dismiss them and get back for answers in the mornig, they and Vincent go rigid when they see fire start to engulf Vyxaria. Everyone is stunned into silence, including the hunter.

Now in her demon form, Vyxaria whooshes past them toward their captive. She has long black claws, black horns, a whipped sharp tail, and skin redder than than any demon they'd ever seen. She wears a black dress and heels, long hair flowing around her and eyes black as coals stunning everyone.

"Vyxaria..." Vincent tries to speak, but in two strides she has the hunter's head in one hand, squeezing and squeezing hard.

"So," her voice is alluring and dangerous. "It was YOU."

"I...I..." the hunter wrasps, but Vyxaria tightens her grip.

"What are you doing?!" Threxio/Xia demands. "We need him alive!"

"You're the one who hurt him/her."

That's the only thing Vyxaria keeps saying. Her eyes glaze over as she squeezes the hunters head even harder, causing him to scream in agony. Her nails dig deep into his scalp, so deep they start to draw blood.

"Vyxaria, stop!" Vincent demands. "STOP THIS AT ONCE!"

However, even the ruthless wizard is shocked when he sees how ruthless she has become in her rage.

"Agh...AAAH!" The hunter screams.

"Vyxaria, enough! LET HIM GO!" Threxio/Xia demands.

"You wanted to slaughter him/her," Vyxaria can't hear them anymore. "You wanted to KILL what's MINE."

Her voice shakes the walls. "YOU WANTED TO KILL CYNTHIA/WALTER! YOU WANTED TO KILL WHAT'S MINE!"

"No...please, no! AAAAAH!" The hunter wails.

Before Vincent or Threxio/Xia can restrain her, a sickening squelching sound erupts as Vyxaria crushes his head in her palm, causing blood and brain matter to coat her body. The hunter's body is nothing but a headless stump, blood spurting from his neck like a fountain.

Vyxaria steps away from the headless corpse, wrasping and heaving. Threxio/Xia and Vincent are horrified and shocked, until the wizard becomes enraged and stomps over to her.

"You...you FOOLISH DEMON!" He roars. "We needed to-"

SLAM! Vyxaria slams him into the wall with her tail around his abdomen. She crouches to her knees, bearing her fangs and glaring daggers at Vincent.

"Vyxaria...PLEASE." Threxio/Xia hurries over, putting their hand on her shoulder. "Enough. Let him go."

Vyxaria stares at him/her, and for the first time, she sees how terrified they are. Looking at Vincent, she sees he isn't putting up a fight, as she doesn't have a hard hold on him. In a fiery flash, she returns to her human form.

"We get it, ok?" Threxio/Xia reasons calmly, though their voice is edged with panic. "You want to protect him/her, but we have to think about the mission as well."

"Know this then," Vyxaria points a finger to them. "I want this mission to succeed as much as you do, but if anyone dares to hurt Cynthia/Walter..."

She leans in toward them. "I will spare no one... and I mean NO ONE."

She looks at Vincent. "Sorry for the loss, but there's always alternatives to getting answers."

She flexes her hand. "Now excuse me."

They watch her disappear back up the stairs. Vincent and Threxio/Xia take care of the corpse of the hunter and clean up the mess, while discussing what to possibly do about Vyxaria's devotion to the human she's come to fall in love with.

"Nothing we can do," Threxio/Xia shakes her head. "I've never seen her care so much about someone like them, but from what I've heard about her dead friend, this is just like it."

"It doesn't matter," Vincent shakes his head. "We need a new plan."

"Right. Let's sleep on it until the morning."

As they walk up the stairs and part ways for the evening, Threxio/Xia decides to stop by Vyxaria's home to check on her. They flash into her home, looking around for her and strolling through the house. They notice a crack in her bedroom door, only stopping short when they see the two in bed together.

Vyxaria holds a protective arm around Cynthia/Walter's chest, careful not to disrupt the bandages around them. They smile down at her, stroking a hand through her hair.

"I told you," she/he smiles. "I'll survive. That's all that matters."

"No," Vyxaria narrows her eyes. Threxio/Xia is stunned when they see real emotion, and for the first time...tears in an actual succubus.

"You almost DIED," she hisses. "Gods, don't you understand?"

Cynthia/Walter frowns.

"I almost LOST you!" Vyxaria sobs. "I...I lost control and I killed the one that hurt you."

She buries her head in their chest. "I killed...to protect you. I was in so much pain and I..."

She sniffles. "I was so scared, Cynthia/Walter. My best friend died the same way, and I...I couldn't even handle it if it happened a second time. You..."

She gulps. "You mean so much to me."

"Vixy," Cynthia/Walter uses their nickname for her. "I'm so sorry you had to do that."

"It's ok. I'll be better by tomorrow, but tonight...I'm here for you."

Threxio/Xia ducks away before they're spotted. It's obvious that this is a private moment, and they start to comprehend their own understanding of demons showing feelings for another being.

Threxio/Xia has never shown unadulterated feelings for any mortal, human or demon alike. They were just flings and ways to satiate their tastes, as relationships were fleeting. Now, seeing Vyxaria come to FALL IN LOVE with a mortal, it questions everything.

Threxio/Xia vanishes to let the couple have their peace.

#romance club #soulless #vyxaria #cynthia/walter

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2, 7, 13, 24 for the turtle asks!

2: Favorite iteration?

'03. Look I just love that version so much ya'll. It is 'classic' tmnt and it feels like it (though they do have their own unique takes here and there-- Shredder comes to mind lol). But yes it's just!! So good!! I love how everyone is characterized, the turtles, Splinter, April & Casey and so on. And then the plots are really interesting and well written. The character growth is subtle but it's there and just. I love it ya'll. I started watching the Window Episode on a Discord call one time and wanted to happy cry because look it's my boys.

7. Favorite really obscure character?

Okay I had to double check I remembered his name but-- Rupert from like 1 episode of the 1987 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Cartoon. He appeared in Planet of the Turtles and he is constantly in infomercial mode. It's hilarious. Kah-blu-hue-hue-eeeeyy!

13. Which character are you the most similar to?

Aaaaah boy. This one's hard because I don't really relate? To most characters in a 'they're like me!' sense very often. I have only had the 'oh They're Like Me' feel once and it was not TMNT. (Jo March from 2019 Little Women specifically.)

I find that it is helpful for me and good for my mental health to lean into the happy go lucky attitude, so other people might peg me as some kind of Mikey. (And I do have me a nice, shiny ADHD diagnosis.)

24. Roast your favorite character (affectionate)

I love ALL of them I am expected to pick a favorite?? Impossible. I cannot. I will roast the most Problems Causing Turtle in the last episode I have watched: 87 Donatello.

This nerd. This whacko. This guy. What are you doing. You build your machines and like, sometimes they work! Sometimes they have a good intent but blow up in your face.

And sometimes you build things that should never exist. The personality ray?? WHY???

Also what is your problems with humans. Most humans never did anything to you. You have a relatively calm demeanor so people don't realize you have ABSOLUTELY NO CHILL.

Lissen I love this guy. I love this funky lil weirdo. He's great. He's also A PROBLEM.

#tmnt #my stuff #ask game answers

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SCP-AWS vs SCP-AXA

It was wintertime in a small and extremely secluded town of Crimson Song. The town was home to a Sarkic Clan of the same name. They were an American Proto-Sarkic Cult that only recently started embracing more a more modern and technical lifestyle such as getting electricity, air conditioning and heating, as well as analog radio. They only did this because they learned form a fellow clan that the Children of the Sarkic Seed can grow bigger and stronger when around analogue signals. Their Children typically consisted of Crawls that covered their homes, Trimmings for pets, Mimics for servants/ companions, Meat Snakes for meat disposal, and a single Host that acted as a guardian of the town. Their Host was especially useful in how he used his powers to both get rid of trespassers and bring the village fresh new food.

It was unfortunately starting to snow very hard, and as such they had to quickly skip their morning melody singing where they gave praise to Grand Karcist Ion and the power of flesh he bestowed upon them. Villager Gargen was especially annoyed by this since he loved doing the morning song but at least he was at home with his family. He was worried about his little spawns and how they were getting attached to the radio. He could tolerate their Trimmings listening to it as it made them stronger, but his two spawns were a different matter. His mate told him not to worry but he still had the fear of them one day becoming sympathetic to those dreaded Mekhanites.

He had heard from their traveling brethren of different clans, that there were younger members of Sarkicism and the unholy Mekhanism who were teaming up to create new religions that either worshiped both gods or neither. Such heresy can't be allowed to spread, if it does the Grand Karcist Ion will never return, and the Deathless Empire will never be restored. Perhaps he should be more sticked on how long his little spawns can listen to the radio.

"This year's winter is going to take a heavy turn as for some reason a blizzard is coming in on the horizon seemingly out of nowhere. Experts say that this blizzard shouldn't exist as earlier analysis of the weather shows..." Suddenly the radio went to static which confused the whole family.

"Papa! The radio isn't working!"

"Worry not little spawn, it's probably just having interference because of the weather. Come now let's have some dinner before-"

"We have returned..." Gargen and his family turned back to the radio though they couldn't look at it for they had no eyes. Like everyone in Crimson Song they were born without eyes so that their whole being would both bond and rely on the sounds of the world. However right now they didn't hear the harmony of their song but instead a strange voice coming from the radio.

"We are hungry... We will be fulfilled... the red will become white... YOU WILL BE LIKE US!" Suddenly the radio just cut off leaving nothing but static, Gargen's spawns ran up to him and one ended up hugging his legs while the other hugged his mate's legs. His mate turned her face to him in worry, though neither of them had eyes they could feel the fear in each other's hearts.

"AAAAAH!" Suddenly loud screaming was heard outside.

"Papa I'm scared!"

"Stay here, I'll go see what's happening. Gatgo! Mak-ni gaga tu!" The two mimics in his house raised their heads and ran up to him, he then grabbed his family rifle covered in sarkic symbols and opened the door. For whatever reason it was snowing much more heavily than it did before, to prevent snow from getting in he quickly got himself and the two mimics out of the house and slammed the door shut. He unfortunately couldn't perceive anything around him because the snow was blowing so loudly. He quickly but his rifle on his back and held the shoulder of a mimic in each hand using them as his guides. They tried their best to lead him through the village in hopes of finding the source of the screams. However, they got lost quickly and only ended up going to the center of the village.

Gargen didn't complain because now that he was in the middle of the village it should be easier to find where he should go. However, as Gargen tried to remember the direction of the screams he ended up kicking something by accident. It wasn't moving so he couldn't make out its shape though vibrations, not that he could anyways given the heavy snow fall and wind. Gargen crouched down and touched what his foot was next to and ended up realizing something horrific. It was their village guardian, the Host, it was dead and covered in snow, there were even parts of its body that had ice growing out of it.

Gargen took several steps back and covered his mouth to keep himself from throwing up due to the shock.

A Host was killed, by an intruder?

Impossible!

The spores created by the Host carry in the wind for miles no one would ever be able to attack them from any distance not even those heretics from those strange organizations that dare condemn Sarkicism.

Gargen's head was spinning, he didn't care about the screams anymore, he would be labeled a coward if he didn't help his brethren of the same clan but right now his family was more important. He quickly grabbed the mimics to have them lead him back home, but he only found one. He reached his hand out trying to find the other, but he simply couldn't. It was right there, he thought, did I wander too far from it? There's no way it would wander without my command, right?

Suddenly he could hear it screaming from the mimic he reached out for it and only barely managed to grab its thrashing hand. He tried using their language to ask it what was wrong, but it was in too much distress to focus on anything other than survival. He could feel something was pulling on it, so he told the other mimic to help it up while he got out his rifle and shot at it.

Gargen aimed the rifle at where the mimics legs were which should be where the creature attacking them was at. He fired but hit nothing but snow, so he reloaded his rifle and tried to fire again but still he hit nothing. The Mimic kept screaming as if something was eating it, yet he couldn't hit or feel anything there other than snow. So, in a last-ditch effort he put away his shotgun, sucked in as much air in his lungs as he could, and screamed at the snow. This was Grand Karcist Ion's gift to Crimson Song, a voice that brings harmonious joy to all Sarkites as well as a terrible screech that rots the brains of our enemies.

With that the Mimic was finally let go, Gargen quickly went to the Mimic to see its condition, only to quickly realize it was eaten all the way up to its torso. Gargen couldn't belive it, how was this possible, there was nothing there just snow-

Chills went up Gargen's spine, he had heard rumors of... Things... objects, places, and monsters that were so terrifying even the strongest of Sarkites couldn't best them. Things that so many gluttonous Neo-Sarkites tried and often failed to collect to gain power outside of Grand Karcist Ion. Is that what this is, he thought, is this one of those things that are the toys and mistakes of Yaldabaoth and the other gods? If that was true, then it wouldn't be insane to think that it's the snow itself that's attacking them. Perhaps it was the snow itself that made that threatening message on the radio. If that was really the case, then he needed to get back to his family and get the fire at their homes burning for as hot and as long as possible.

Soon Gargen started hearing gun fire and screaming from every direction, some of the screaming was his brethren using their gifts though most of it was a result of fear and dying. Gargen felt like a failure to not be able to help them but right now he needed to save his family. This was the way of the Sarkites, so long as one of them survived so did their teachings, and so could the religion as a whole; kill one of us, a thousand more will rise to take our place.

Whatever this snow was whether it be some kind of abnormal predator, a weapon made by those heretics, or perhaps a pet of the Mekhanites; it didn't matter, we'll find a way to survive and thrive from this defeat.

However, once again, Gargen's train of thought was interrupted when his way back home was blocked by something almost as tall as him. He reached out to touch it, it was as cold as snow, yet it had the perfect felling of a human face.

"You. Will. Be. Like. Us!" Gargen growled in anger and once again sucked in all the air into his lungs and screamed at the snow creature in front of him. It was instantly pulverized into a flurry of snow, allowing him to keep running. Gargen then ordered the Mimic to help everyone get back into their homes as well. It was the least he could do and it's not like having the Mimic around would help keep his family safe.

Gargen couldn't feel the Mimic around him anymore, he could only hope that meant that it followed his orders. Though as he heard screams and gunshots all around him, it was hard to tell if it even mattered at that point. Meat Snakes going around crushing the snowmen, Mimics fighting them and trying to tear up the snow, Trimmings and the Crawl being hopelessly eaten. Meanwhile his fellow villagers of Crimson Song were shooting their guns and using their blessings to fight the snow in vain. He could hear their war cries and screams getting quieter and quieter as time went on, he knew it was only a matter of time before they were wiped out. There was nothing he could do but at least be with his family when the end comes. Finally, Gargen made it home and quickly hugged his family as soon as they were within arm's reach.

"What's happening out there?!"

"Some kind of demon, it lives in the snow, keep the fireplace running while I ensure there are now ways for the snow to get in." However, the walls started creaking and the house started shaking like something was trying to bash their way in.

"Get everything and throw it into the fire! The demons live in the snow! That means they can't survive where it melts!"

"What?!"

"Just hurry! Not even the hardened flesh of the mimics can survive their bite, we need to make this place as warm as possible to-!" Suddenly snow started going down the fireplace and it was instantly put out. Gargen couldn't think or even say anything their only hope of survival had just been put out. To make matters worse the walls and ceiling were starting to break, it was getting colder by the second and the snow started seeping in. Gargen just threw away his rifle and grabbed his family and hugged them as tightly as he could.

"I love you all, I love your even more than our savior Grand Karcist Ion, there's nothing more important to me that all of you! Do you understand? I love you so much!" His two spawns started shivering in fear, if they had eyes they would probably be crying as well.

"We love you too papa!"

"Papa, what's going to happen to us?" Gargen then turned to his mate, and he could feel the fear and uncertainty in hear heart as well. Just then, a loud crack could be heard coming from all directions, they were only seconds away from death.

"Wherever we go, we will go there together, no matter what! We will be together." Gargen then held his family even tighter as the walls were only seconds form collapsing. Gargen used his last moments to cover one of his spawn's ears and his mate did the same for the other. Then just like that the house was destroyed and they only thing that could be heard was the screaming of the other villagers as well as the heavy winds filled with snow. Then... nothing could be heard, not anymore.

***

The snow had consumed yet another village, but because of it the analog signals were gone now. Though it didn't care so long as it had eaten its fill it would survive long enough to find another supply of food. It was once nothing, THEY were once nothing now it has the potential to become everything. It would become the white god, the one to destroy the old and create a new, everything would be like it and then everything would be perfect. The snow then moved on to consume me and make more like it, to make everything like it.

However, as it tried to move several drones seemingly manifested through portals all around it. These drones could sense all the blood coming from the Vita Carnis it ate and as such saw the snow as a Vita Carnis itself. The drones started blasting at the snow with incinerating lasers burning up the snow entirely. The organisms that make up the snow were dying instantly, as a whole they started screaming in pain.

They tried to separate but the drones followed those that did and vaporized them too. Some tried hiding deep in the snow and/ or discard the flesh they still had from the Vita Carnis only to be vaporized anyways. Just like how the snow had slaughtered the entirety of Crimson Song these drones were now slaughtering the snow. This time however, the snow didn't even last a minute before the drones vaporized everything.

It was dead, its hopes, it dreams, all its microbes that made up its consciousness and power, all dead; there was nothing left. The snow had won the battle only to be slaughtered in the war, perhaps this was Karma. But then again, the true horror here, was that no one was left to witness any of it. It was as if the snow was never here and just like the village of Crimson Song, it had all vanished leaving nothing but rubble and bones.

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#DZtheNerd #SCP: Horror Movie Files #SCP Foundation #SCP Fanfiction #SCP AU #SCP #analog horror #winter of '83 #vita carnis #sarkic cult #Sarkicism

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