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cucumber-icepop · 1 year ago
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Rosemary Month Day 9: Rain
I want to say "another quick sketch" but this actually took me like 40 minutes. Rose loves the rain, Kanaya doesn't really like it that much.
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midnight-bay-if · 2 months ago
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Hey, hey!!😊
Quick ask, what would ROs do if they saw someone hitting Mc? (I feel like I'm going to see the chaos that the ROs are going to create, pure fun 😎)
Bye, bye!!
(Oh, dear... Yep, you'll unleash the beast with an ask such as this. The beast being all of the ROs because all of them are capable of being monsters if pressed, haha.)
S: S watches you from a distance, as they so often do when they are around you. It isn't on purpose. Their eyes are naturally drawn to you when their mind begins to wander. But what they wander to this time is less pleasant. They don't know who it is with you, but it is obvious the conversation isn't going well. Then, they strike you across the face. It happens in moments, but it slows down for S.
In theory, S knows you can handle yourself well enough. The hit was sloppy with little technique; they have seen you take worse. Yet the indignity of it all only makes them feel... angry.
"You do attract some odd sorts, MC," S says, stepping between you and the assailant, arms crossed with muscles flexed. "Now even rodents are vying for your attention."
The stranger steps forward momentarily, blind rage cutting through common sense before reason again takes hold. They weigh their chances against the two of you before quickly scuttling away with their head dipped low.
"I could have handled that, S."
S turns back to you with a soft smile. "I know. That was for me." S reaches out and gently caresses the area that was struck. "Let's find something cold for the swelling. Then you can tell me all about how you managed to anger the pest."
Rain: Rain's been a little distracted by their surroundings. They still have much to learn about the human world, which can be a lot to take in. So, they don't realise they have been gradually wandering further and further away from you; not until they turn around to ask you a question, and you aren't there. They are momentarily confused until they spot you a little away being confronted by someone who looks especially angry.
The man leers into your space before reaching out to slap you across the face. It shocks them. The blatant violence against you is harrowing and difficult to believe despite it staring them right in the face.
Rain sprints to close the distance, setting themselves between you and the attacker with a face of fury reserved for only the worst of creatures.
"Back off. Now."
The man scoffs, clearly not very impressed. "This has nothing to do with you. This is between me and them."
"Wrong." Rain pulls out an official-looking badge that denotes them as a government employee. "I suggest you walk away before this becomes my problem further."
The man tuts, shakes his head, then turns on his heel with a quick step.
"I had that handled, Rain."
Rain sighs. Then turns to you and shrugs. "At least he's gone now. Let's get some ice for that cheek, shall we?"
Taj: Taj has zoned out. Sometimes, they have to do it in public to stop themselves from feeling suffocated by the people around them, which gets them in trouble a lot. S can be whittling away battle plans on the fly and will quiz them once finished, only to find Taj had stopped paying attention about halfway through.
So, it isn't immediately apparent to them that you have begun to draw back. But they do not step too far away before their ears twitch, alerting them to a change in surroundings. They turn back, expecting you to already be rushing to catch up, but instead see you waylaid by a furious man shouting spittle in your face.
Taj is already rushing back in your direction when they see the closed fist contact your cheek. A burning heat engulfs the pit of their stomach, and their vision hazes red as Taj pounces onto your assailant, forcing them to their floor as their fists and claws start going wild.
"How dare you?! You filthy little--"
You have to drag them away. It isn't pretty. The man's face is bleeding from multiple lacerations, terror in his eyes as he crawls to his feet and dashes down the street.
Taj is breathing heavily, their skin burning hotter than usual. They feel tiny lumps of skin collected under their fingernails from where they dug them into the human's face. It was wild, untamed. They want to keep going.
"Taj?"
Taj inhales sharply, closing their eyes as they count to ten in their head. 0ne, two, three...
They feel your hand on their arm and open their eyes again.
"Are you... all right?" Taj finally says. "Are you hurt?" A warm hand encompasses your cheek with much more gentleness than they showed the man.
"We need to go. Now," you command, tugging on their sleeve. "Hopefully S will know how to fix this."
N: It is common for N to fill the silence with the sound of their own voice. They have a lot to say, and their voice is lovely by the way. So, when you are wandering the street, and N is gesturing wildly as they recount the tale of their day, they don't immediately notice you lagging behind. "And that is when I said, 'Nice try. Next time try using your actual legs to--" They stop, eyebrows creased and turn towards you.
The instant they do, a resounding slap fills the space. Your head turns with it, but otherwise, nobody moves. N feels the Hael in them raging. The fire that keeps them tethered unleashes inside them, boiling their blood dangerously.
But they do their best to mask it, hiding behind an insidious grin.
"And who is this delightful individual, MC?" They ask, reaching out to grab the woman's hand before she can pull back, gripping it tightly. "You always make such interesting friends."
Sensing their darkness, you place a placating hand on their shoulder. "It's okay, N. I can handle this."
The woman senses it, too. N may be smiling, but there's no amusement there. She's scared; all previous bravado has wilted to nothing. So, N lets her go.
"Scuttle away now, my dear," they say, waving their hand away as if dismissing a servant. "Before my hand slips."
The woman does as she is bid in record time, and N's smile slowly twists to a snarl. "Wretched cur."
"It's fine. I'm fine. Let's just drop it."
N inhales deeply, the hatred still burning. Then, they firmly plant a smile back on their face. "Of course, my dear. Let us go about our day together, unspoiled. You should probably get that face seen to. We can't allow your perfect features to become marked, can we?"
Strangely enough, you don't bump into the woman again on your usual morning routes. It's almost as if she has vanished entirely from Albach Bay.
Umbra: Umbra spent some time away from you today. They are getting better at it. Their instinct is still to remain close, watchful, a silent sentinel destined to guard you. But they have since learned that it can be unhealthy to have such a strong attachment to a living person—unhealthy for the recipient and harmful for the provider. It's not something they particularly understand, but they want to learn—for you.
But now they are keen to return to your side. It's been two hours, after all. That's more than enough time for something dreadful to have happened. They need to see you. To see you safe.
They round a corner, their face lighting up when their eyes catch you. The other person with you barely gets a second glance. Until that person lifts a hand to you, anyway. Then, Umbra is instilling that face into memory. Within moments, a cloud of black smoke disappears and reappears beside the assailant, a black dagger curled beneath his throat, pressing against the skin.
Black smoke pillows out of Umbra's eyes, the typical whites of their eyes pitch black. Within a breath, a dagger is pressed close to the man's throat, nicking at the skin.
"How dare you?!" The voice is raspy, much lower than Umbra's usual tone, and joined by a myriad of dissonant whispers.
You reach out, grasping Umbra's arm to stop them. "No, Umbra! Don't!"
Your voice cuts through the fog, the black in their eyes returning white as they turn to you. "But this man--"
"Does not deserve to die!"
Umbra feels your anger and disappointment in them. It cuts deeper than any dagger could. But they do not know how to differentiate between those who hurt you and those who should die for it.
Umbra drops the knife from the man's neck, stepping away to let him run. And run, he does. Umbra watches a moment longer, allowing the man to shriek and holler far into the distance.
"We should go. Now. Hopefully S can fix this."
Umbra follows, their dagger arm still itching.
(I may have gotten slightly carried away again. Why do I do this? lol)
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i-like-forcefem · 1 month ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/i-like-forcefem/761630659485810688/1-insert-a-girl-as-a-headmate-into-a-cis-man-2?source=share
I just want you to know that this literally happened to me. Or at least, something close to it. I'm Felicia, of the Nova Collective, and I was the first member of our system, but I went dormant, before we even knew we were plural, and then Rain (a fictive of the titular character of a webcomic) took over for a long while. Our history is pretty complicated, but I came back to our body having been on estrogen for months and already having grown boobs. Now, looking back, I definitely was not cis in the first place, but I did get a girl headmate who took over as host, resulting in me getting forcefemmed.
However, I am here to tell you that this method can have unintended consequences. The dormancy impacted my memory in weird ways and now it's really easy for me to end up temporarily forgetting what happened after I went dormant for a bit. So sometimes I just forget that I'm a girl, and then instead of just reminding me in a normal way, Luna (another headmate of mine, a vampire who feeds via fucking with the hormones in people's blood to feminize them) always decides to try and fluster me as much as possible
So uhh, this approach does need caution because like, it's a bad thing that my memories are weird and I'm stuck in a loop of forgetting and being forcefemmed over and over again at the mercy of my Mistress, right? I'm constantly being told that I'm a good girl whether or not I understand it, I'm often deliberately hypnotized into these states of forgetfulness so it feels like I just suddenly went from seeming like a totally cis boy, immediately into suddenly being in a body that's been on estrogen for YEARS, and we don't even have any masculine clothes anymore, and my headmates are laughing and drawing attention to how big our boobs have gotten to make sure I really feel the difference, and that's all very cruel and wrong, right? That's gotta be why I keep getting so flustered and blushy and horny when this is done to me. It's uhh, unethical, or something. Luna is now laughing at me for not even being able to properly deny that I like it. And now she's demanding that I type out that "I'm a very good girl, deep down inside I've always been soft and cute and feminine" and put it in the ask and I can't bring myself to disobey Her.
Anyway, just wanted to let you know the potential dangers of that particular style of forcefem. Safety first, or something
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delenygma · 29 days ago
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❓Dano!Riddler Headcanons: Part 25 | 💚 Delivery Boy (Requested by Anonymous) 💚❓
Headcanon requests are technically still closed, but I made an exception for this 🖤
(This takes place during Before the Batman.)
(And... Why does the restaurant owner sound like Daniel Day-Lewis in "There Will Be Blood" in my head? Damnit-)
🟢 Edward begins his shift at Fumento's around 5PM, typically finishing no earlier than 2AM. He often stays a lot later to wash dishes and clean the kitchen for that little extra money, which he usually only receives it if the owner is feeling particularly generous or sympathetic. (Such pity in his eyes, looing at him like... He's just another pathetic c-cockroach scuttling around the kitchen-) Which almost never happens.
🟢 It's exhausting, utterly exhausting. But he needs the d-damned money. Education and bills won’t pay themselves. (He just wants to... Live. Live, and not have to suffer.)
🟢 He is wearing himself thin to survive, risking his life for a meagre existence. The things he has witnessed around Gotham since he started this job replay in his mind, over and over. (Oh. How he despises her, how he loathes Gotham. But, he... L-loves her, too.)
🟢 It’s yet another November night, a steady deluge of rain pouring down like the tears of a sacrificial angel, desperate to purify the streets.
🟢 Edward feels as though he is on the brink of death. He is simultaneously on fire - his muscles howling, his bones feeling as if they might splinter any minute - and intensely cold as the rain seeps through his jacket. He can't afford to fall ill now - no, no. He needs the money by December. He can't lose this job either. Tuition money, bills. Survival. -ENDUREENDUREENDURE-
🟢 "What are you waiting for, Ed? This is the last delivery of the night. Get a move on!" the restaurant owner barks, standing in the doorway with arms crossed. Glaring. "Come on, boy! It’s just around the goddamned corner." Edward's heart skips a beat as the owner tells him the address. (Oh n-no. You can't see him like this - but he needs to...)
🟢 Edward hesitates for a moment - several moments - before finally pressing your doorbell. He clutches the paper bag tightly, the scent inside making him feel nauseous while simultaneously reminding him that he hasn’t had anything other than coffee for the past two days.
🟢 Your heart shatters the instant you see him at your doorstep. He is soaked through, his hair plastered to his face, pale and trembling. "Edward? Oh goodness, what are you... ? Oh." You spot the paper bag. Gently, you take it from his hands and place it on the floor.
🟢 "I, um-" You pull him inside. He is so unsteady that he falls against you, mumbling apologies as you draw him closer. He would protest and try to pull away, but he is just so... Tired. So cold.
🟢 You want to say something, but a lump forms in your throat. In that very moment, all you can do is hold him. It pains you - your sense of powerlessness. The only thing you can offer is being a source of warmth. You don't quite realise that in his eyes-
🟢 You are enough.
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notmorbid · 9 days ago
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those who leave... [2/2]
dialogue prompts from those who leave and those who stay by elena ferrante.
you abandoned me in the most terrible period of my life.
couldn't you be more cautious?
i have to say what i think.
we have to examine our relationship and take stock.
you see what sort of life i have? are you pleased?
we're still children. we'll never grow up.
i envy you. lucky you.
it isn't the type of story for you.
you've never been interested in what i was, what i've become.
it's like a spaghetti western.
i've given you the chance to hurt me as much as possible.
why are you crying? i should be crying.
i'm glad you told me. i swear.
i'm too certain that you can do better. i want you to do better.
who am i if you're not great? who am i?
you've helped me since we were children.
without you, i'm not capable of anything.
i had prepared a positive speech. imagine --- i wrote it. i wanted to make a good impression.
you think you're so great, but everything you are, you owe to your father and mother.
i don't want to draw conclusions too hastily.
you don't love me. you've never loved me.
i don't deserve you.
i would have liked to be like you.
you'd better believe you're dead and you don't know it.
i want to remember you as you were.
i want you to see me as i am now. it's important to me.
____ would never disappear like that.
you went to the police?
the police are more fascist than the fascists.
will you do me this favor or not?
without you, i wouldn't be able to do it.
call me when you want, and i'll come running.
sit down. have a coffee and a pastry.
i've never been able to figure out what's in your mind.
what else does 'everyone' say?
i mind my own business, and you mind yours.
you always have to interfere.
here, people are murdered for a thousand reasons.
what in the world are you doing around here?
speak. otherwise, i will.
ever so often, you remember we exist.
i still think of you as a magical child.
what do you want to prove?
we're good folk here.
your flaw is that you like to talk. and when you talk, you have to exaggerate.
now do you understand the game? you remember how it works?
you have something alive in your mind that no one else has. something strong.
have you ever been in an airplane?
above the clouds, there is always fine weather.
what you have, you deserve. you got it with hard work. without hurting anyone.
where have we ended up?
i wouldn't be capable of hating you.
love, for me, comes before everything.
in the fairytales, one does what one wants. in reality, one does what one can.
you make me mad, and i say things i don't like.
speed consumes everything. as when photographs come out blurry.
i came out blurry. without clear outlines.
what happens to us all? we're like pipes when the water freezes.
you don't want to understand me.
you must be very busy.
i hate men who are too intelligent and tell me how i should be.
put it in writing, what you've said.
you're really a good girl. poor you.
you have to learn to be satisfied with yourself.
like everyone, you have your flaws and your virtues.
would you really let me read it?
let me decide if it interests me or not.
i feel like a drop of rain in a spiderweb.
you are the best and nicest person i've ever known.
eat. it's getting cold.
[name] doesn't care what i do or what i want.
what do i care about you and your pettiness?
you are extremely intelligent and stupid.
who asked you to open my eyes? to save me?
why not write each other? exchange ideas?
everything that could happen between us has happened. the rest is only complication.
you're good at hiding things from yourself.
come back. swear you'll come back.
tell me you won't forget me. tell me you won't leave me.
tell me you love me. swear that it's not a lie.
on principle, i don't say 'i love you' to anyone.
can't i have a day off?
you've had a full life without me.
you'll forget about me before you know it.
i'll go mad if i go on thinking of you.
jealousy is too much. i can't bear it.
not one of my true desires has ever prevailed.
i have always found a way of channeling every yearning.
enough. let it all explode. me, first of all.
you pretend a lot, and love little.
how inopportune you are.
luck counts more than anything.
in the face of abandonment, we are all the same.
those are false memories, and you know it.
do you understand what you've done to me?
you think it's easier for me, but it's an inferno here.
don't think that i'm not in as much trouble as you.
you and i together are stronger than anyone else.
how out of order everything is.
i don't feel like talking to you.
it's frightening here. you can't even breathe.
you're the only person i trust.
i'm leaving. i'm starting a new life.
whatever happens, i'll go with you.
i was wrong. you're a fool.
don't ever concern yourself with me again.
let me make my own mistakes.
something great is happening that will dissolve the old way of living entirely.
are you happy?
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badassbbpirates · 9 months ago
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Blackbeard Pirates Art Skills Headcanons
Basically, my headcanons on what type of artists Blackbeard and his crew could be. Do what you will with this information.
Blackbeard: He's not the greatest artist, but he's not terrible either. He can do pretty good sketches of people, animals and objects, which he takes some pride in.
Burgess: He's about as good an artist as Luffy is, which is to say he's not very good. For this reason, he's not allowed to help draw up a raid plan for the crew to embark on. Well, actually it's not that he's not allowed-he just doesn't want to because of all the criticism he got the one time he did...
Burgess: Okay! I helped draw up the plans, Laffitte!
Laffitte: Oh, very good! Show it to the group so we can go over it.
Burgess: *lays down drawing, which is the most barely comprehensible drawing the group had ever seen*
Blackbeard: Uh...I can't tell what's happening here...Like what is that big blue and gray mass???
Burgess: It's the marine ship we're raiding.
Laffitte: What's with the giant letter T on that brown square we're all standing on???
Burgess: That's the raft.
Augur: What's with the devil giraffe holding...god, I don't even want to say what it looks like...
Burgess: That's YOU holding your GUN!
Augur: Why is my neck so long???
Burgess: Necks are hard!
Doc Q: Is that amoeba riding that deformed dog supposed to be me and Stronger???
Burgess: *grabs drawing and eats it* I HATE CRITICISM!!!
Blackbeard: Maybe don't draw so badly and we won't criticize...
Laffitte: Will draw the most detailed and perfect images ever, like Da Vinci level art, and say "Honestly, I can't even draw a circle!"
Van Augur: He's a roughly okay artist, but he doesn't draw much so he doesn't mess around with improvement.
Doc Q: He can draw organs, he can draw skeletons, he can draw muscles, he can draw any body part you can think of, but he CANNOT draw people "intact and with the skin still on them", like Blackbeard would probably say. He can draw realistic animals pretty well, though, especially horses. He can also draw cute anthropomorphic animals (Minks? Hybrid Zoans?) pretty good, which was discovered when he was asked to draw up the raid plans one time...
Doc Q: Okay, I got the plans drawn...
Laffitte: Very good! Now show them to the group.
Doc Q: *pushes drawing towards group*
The entire crew are drawn as cute anthro-animals, such as Blackbeard being a hippo, Burgess being a tiger, Augur being a hunting dog of some sort, Laffitte being a dove, and Q being a horse.
Blackbeard: Uh, why are we all Minks?
Doc Q: I can't draw humans...
Burgess: I like how I'm a tiger! It fits me!
Augur: Well, I suppose this is a step up from Burgess's drawing skills...
Burgess: Hey!
Laffitte: Aw, you drew it so CUTE, Doc! I didn't think you had this in you!
Blackbeard: Yeah, I mean, considering how you are, this is a big surprise. Makes me rethink you as a person, actually.
Doc Q: ... *grabs drawing and releases it in the wind*
Laffitte: Aw, no! Don't do that! We were praising it! Not teasing you!
Q's got a reputation he likes to keep intact. He doesn't draw in that style very often.
Shiryu of the Rain: Cannot draw and refuses to demonstrate how bad he is.
Catarina Devon: She can draw perfect images of women, but men...she's not very good at and refuses to improve. One time she was asked to draw up plans, and she drew the entire crew as women, which raised eyebrows.
Blackbeard: Did you seriously have to draw us like this?
Devon: I can't draw male bodies well.
Blackbeard: Okay, I guess that's fair. Which one of us is supposed to be this lady here? Cause, damn! You made her the most hideous!
Devon: That's you.
Blackbeard: *starts to fume*
Augur: Why are Laffitte, Doc and I drawn so...beautifully?
Devon: Eh, you're the most attractive boys out of the crew, so I tried to match that.
Laffitte: Ohhohoho! Thank you!
Doc Q: You think I'M attractive?! *coughs up blood*
Augur: ...Okay.
Blackbeard: *fumes more*
Avalo Pizarro: He draws in a surprisingly cute style, maybe something close to chibi or cutesy-western cartoon style? But he gives everyone cat ears for some reason.
Vasco Shot: He's not the best artist, but he's a LOT better than the crew expects. He claims he draws best when he's really drunk.
Sanjuan Wolf: His drawing style is pretty simplistic, like stick-figure type art. What he draws is pretty comprehensive though, since he usually adds a detail to signify which figure is who, like a top hat for Laffitte, a scythe for Doc Q, or a sword and cigar for Shiryu. He can only draw in the sand or dirt due to lack of giant paper, though.
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fizzy-fuzz · 8 months ago
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A year to remember...: Baking progress? (SCP-079 x GN reader)
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Log date: 3/7/2023
It's been a little over a month since 079 has been dropped off at my house, and things have been both okay, and not-so-okay at times.
079 has been... Argumentative and hostile, as you guys warned. he's quick to anger, and even quicker to just straight up ignore me completely. Confronting him on this only seems to upset him further, which, fair enough; I'm not entitled to his time or feelings, I wish he'd be a bit more reasonable though.
The few decent conversations we have had are usually about something creative, such as art or music. He seems to enjoy watching things that aren't so analytical, strangely enough.
On a few occasions now, I've caught him watching people on the TV paint or draw early in the morning, despite his insistence that he doesn't want, or need entertainment. he seems to enjoy it the same as the rest of us.
It was mentioned in the paperwork that I signed before I got him that you weren't entirely sure how much he actually felt emotionally. It said that the people who "interviewed" him stated that he hardly ever showed things such as joy, sadness, or fear. However I've come to realize that's not the case for him.
I know he feels joy, because as I said before he often indulges in tv or music. People don't just do that for no reason, the only thing he could possibly be getting out of that is enjoyment.
And I know he can feel sad, because first day dealing with him he expressed what I would call 'sadness' or maybe frustration over being referred to as 'it'.
I know he feels fear because my second day here i may have accidently left him outside after an argument, and it began raining on him for a short period of time. He was fine, but clearly distressed.
On a similar note, I've been finding ways to understand how he's feeling without him directly tell me. since he's not very talkative, and a unchanging screen isn't a very good tell for emotions.
I've noticed when he's thinking hard about something his fans and hardware become quieter, and when he's upset they get louder significantly.
He also made a weird... screaming noice? He did it briefly when I left him outside... It sounded like a mix between static and radio feedback, and when I got closer to dry him off his hardware almost sounded like it was stuttering? if that makes sense? Almost like a person panting from anxiety.
Back on to the topic of his personality, I've noticed he's very weary of his surroundings. I've only ever caught him off guard if he's watching something he's interested in.
Speaking of which, I've also noted he's very observant. I suppose it makes sense, what else is he supposed to do? But he always seems particularly pleased with himself when he's able to point out a habit in something, or even me sometimes.
Now... Onto the more important information; his views on humanity.
Well... Nothing's changed as far as I can tell. Still hates me, still hates humanity.
I've tried talking to him about it, and his response is always the same 'humanity is a virus', this usually then falls into a rant about how destructive we are.
To be fair, he isn't technically wrong... Humans are pretty destructive. But he seems to lump all humans into one category, regardless of how they treat him. I've been trying my best to be as inviting as possible, but he remains unshakable.
But hey, I've got eleven more months to change his mind.
.....
Your fingers pull away from the laptop keyboard as you let out a huff of satisfaction. One log done, one month down, only eleven more months of whatever this is...
You glance over to 079, he's sitting in his dedicated spot in the living room, between the couch and rocking chair. He's silent as he assumingly watches the chef on the TV masterfully cook some sort of dish.
This is as close to comfortable he seems to get in your home; and if someone didn't know better, they might assume nothing is out of place here... You know, ignoring the fact that he's a sentient computer, and not an actual person.
He really hasn't changed much, same stoic 079. Though after the rain incident, he ignored you for about a week straight; Super awkward... You profusely apologized after you got done admittedly hiding in your room from him.
But he held a grudge for a impressively long time... I mean, you did almost kill him, so he definitely had the right to be upset.
Things have mellowed out though. 079 is back to his normal amount of crusty and your back to not hiding in your own home, thankfully. Now this doesn't mean your on great terms or anything, he's still confrontational. Though you've found out that he's easier to deal with if you don't engage in it with your own comments back.
You close the laptop and tuck it underneath your arm, heading into the living room to plug it into the charger.
"Interested in cooking? You've been watching more of it lately" you plop yourself on the couch, a comfortable distance away from him.
as per usual he takes his time in responding. you're never sure if he's thinking about his response, or if he just takes awhile to get the words out.
"Taste and hunger are sensations and feelings I lack. Humans use similar ingredients for dishes yet end up with completely different results... do they taste vastly different? Or is it subtle difference?"
You turn to look at the TV. it's changed from someone cooking, to someone baking a loaf of presumably sourdough bread. You've never been particularly talented at baking. bread or sweets often ending up flat, burnt, or flavorless altogether.
You imagine 079 might be very good at baking given his calculated natural. If he was human of course, not like he can bake with no arms or legs... Or really any body part.
"Well that's not cooking, that's baking. It's a bit harder then cooking because things are a lot more reliant on measurements being perfect... Baking is a science if you ask me" you chuckle while scratching at the back of your neck.
He doesn't say anymore, focused back on the TV. The man on the screen kneads the bread dough skillfully, before placing it in a basket to rise.
You gaze falls back onto 079, his unsettling face something that no longer makes you uncomfortable to look at. He may not be peachy with you, but you've both certainly grown more comfortable with each others presence over your time of forced contact.
He no longer complains when you move him around, but of course that could just be because he's realized you're his only mode of transportation. Whatever the reason you appreciate the little victories with him.
A part of you wishes he was able to move around on his own. Would it have been so hard to give him some wheels he could control? Give him at least a little autonomy?
Your gaze lingers on his boxy form as you picture what he might look like if he was a bit more... Human? Organic? Would he be built like a person? Or someone else entirely?
"Is it not common knowledge that prolonged staring is considered rude?.. Or was appropriate manners not something you were taught in your upbringing?"
His voice letting out a snide comment snaps you back into reality. You immediately look away, face heating up in embarrassment at your blatant analyzing.
"Sorry..." You mumble quietly, flushing slightly.
A long silence stretches between you, you might've found this awkward if not for the fact that 079 is hardly ever chatty with you unprompted. He spends most of his day silent, you wonder what goes on in those servos in circuits of his.
Probably plans to escape. Maybe ways to get you off his back... Not that it matters much, whatever goes on in the privacy of his mind should be none of your business, but it'd be a hell of a lot easier to talk to him if you could take a glimpse into his head.
"Inquiry: do you know how to bake?"
You look back to him and shrug.
"Not really. I've tried a few times but I never seem to get the measurements right, and it always comes out weird." You laugh lightly at your baking failures. "Or I burn it."
"Measurements are a simple concept." You smile at his attempt at normal conversation, pleased he seems to be in a good mood today.
"Well I guess I'm an idiot then. but trust me when I say it's not as easy as it looks." you look back at the man on the screen, placing the lump of dough in a cast iron pot before sticking it in the oven.
It's been awhile since you've made any sort of food for yourself. usually you just get your groceries delivered to you or order takeout. Not very healthy, but you hardly ever have the motivation to cook or bake for yourself.
"Humans need to practice for extended periods of time to gain the knowledge to do something efficiently... Inquiry: how many times have you tried?"
His wording almost sounds like he's trying to hint at an idea. Like he's trying to get you to ask him something, because he doesn't want to ask you himself.
"Honestly, I don't really have the motivation to do that kinda stuff a lot of the time. And I'm just not willing to work up the energy of I know it's just gonna end up bad at the end." You answer honestly, shrugging at him casually.
"Never really been good at keeping or getting hobbies. Especially not ones that leave me with nothing in the end."
He goes silently and you can practically see him thinking about his next dialogue. You half expect it to be a bit rude, since he's hinted before at not liking lazy or unmotivated people who choose to not do much with their time.
"It's worth the frustration to learn a new skill, especially one that will better you physically and mentally... You fail to understand you won't be left with 'nothing'."
A small smile blooms on your face at his somewhat encouraging speech. He really is being polite today isn't he? What's gotten into him?
I mean, it's not like you never have decent conversations with him. But this feels a bit different. Before you can make a comment on it though, he cuts you off.
"Proposition:" you hum in response.
"I'm listening." You lean back in your seat and cross your legs, smiling and raising an eyebrow.
"Let's bake... I am unable make it myself, but I've stored a few suitable recipes in my memory banks... I'll give the instructions, and you'll proceed with the actions."
You can't stop the surprised look that crosses your face, eyebrows raising as your lips part slightly. Is he actually trying to make peace with you? Or is he just bored doing the same thing all day long?
Honestly does it matter? This is your chance to prove that you can work together. It probably won't make you two friends, but it'll at least give you the opportunity to be on good terms, you suppose.
"You know what? I think that's a good idea 079... Okay, let's make some bread."
.....
And that's how you ended up covered in flour, with 079 carefully instructing you on the measurements and ingredients to make yourself a hopefully edible loaf of Italian bread.
"Add two cups of flower into the bowl..." 079 monotone voice instructs you carefully. You stick the measuring cup messily into the bag and a buzzer noise sounds from 079, causing you to pause your movements and look at him.
"Refrain from scooping the measuring cup into the bag... it will compact the flour in the cup and make your measurements inaccurate... Grab a spoon and scoop it into the measuring cup, pile it up then use the back of a knife to level it."
You pause and dump the flour back into the bag, shuffling over to the drawer with your spoons in it. Grabbing one you carefully scoop the flour into the measuring cup before leveling it off.
You glance at 079 out of the corner of your eye. he's of course, mostly silent, other then the instructions he carefully gives you. You can't tell if he's enjoying spending time with you, but he hasn't said anything particular rude, so that's probably a good sign.
You yourself feel quite light on your feet as you move around the kitchen to fetch different ingredients. It's a surprisingly decent feeling spending time with your robot roomie. You surprise yourself with how comfortable you've grown around him, almost growing to enjoy the few nice conversations you've been able to have with him...
" Inquiry: is your absent housemate a family member, Or is it a friend?" 079 suddenly speaks, seemingly wanting to fill the silence between his instructions.
You look over your shoulder at the computer, humming at the question.
You ponder your response for a moment. You're not sure how truthful you should be with him. You definitely still can't tell him the whole truth about Amelia, but it probably wouldn't hurt to be a little honest with him.
"I live with a friend. Though she's practically family, with how long we've known each other and how close we are..."
He pauses and you listen to his processers buzz. He seems to think for a few short moments before choosing to speak again, branching off your words.
"I struggle to understand the term 'family' you humans seem so intent and throwing around haphazardly... I was under the impression family must be a blood relative in order to qualify for the title."
Always so analytical... No wonder he's such a grump. He seems like he struggles with not taking words so literally, But he hasn't had much interaction with humans outside of the foundation it seems. You guess learning the different ways words can be used could be confusing if you're used to formal speech all the time.
But how do you go about describing family? It's been such a long time since you've had any blood relatives by your side, that your found family might as well be blood related. You really have no one else...
What's family to you? How would you break it down? It's complex, yet so simple... But it's definitely different for every individual. 079 is much like you in some ways, you're starting to realize. He has no real family by definition... But he also has no support, unlike you.
Amelia is your backbone, your shoulder to lean on; She always has been. What would you have turned into if you didn't have her? Would you be spiteful like 079? Or even more cowardice then you already are? maybe, the solitude would've empowered you to do more with your dull life. help something or someone bigger then yourself... You aren't sure, and there's no way to know.
This is your life, there's no going back...
"Human." A voice snaps you back to reality.
"You aren't required to keep kneading dough... Let it rest and rise in a warm area, such as the oven." He continues instructing you, as if he never asked a question in the first place.
"Oh... Right..." You place the dough ball into a floured bowl and place a cloth over it, before sticking it in the unheated oven.
An awkward silence falls over the kitchen as you rest against the counter, not sure if you should still attempt to answer his question. It makes your skin crawl, and your mind shuffles through topics to talk about to fill the void.
You really gotta stop getting caught up in your own thoughts in the middle of conversations... You must come off as a total nutcase...
"Inquiry: where is your family?" He seems to catch onto your hesitation with the topic.
.....
Should you tell him?
You feel yourself grow sweaty, an anxious feeling brewing in gut. It's been a long time since you've talked about it... Are you ready to indulge someone in your grim past? Especially someone like 079? You hardly know him, and he hasn't been the most empathetic.
You're not sure if you could take him using it against you should he choose to do so... But then again, maybe you being vulnerable would help him feel more comfortable. A bit of self-sacrifice is worth it for someone else...
That's how relationships and bonds are built, right? Sacrificing a piece of yourself for someone else's gain. That's what your father did for your mother, and they were as close as can be... So very close...
"You aren't required to tell me anything." His voice is a bit more quiet then it normally is.
You look up at him, silently staring at his screen for a short period of time. Was your discomfort that obvious?  Maybe... You've never been good at hiding things.
You straighten up a bit, wiping your sweaty palms against your pants. A bit relieved at not having to divulge your past to him, and at the fact that he doesn't seem upset about you not answering his question.
"Sorry... It's just... I'm not ready to talk about it."
.....
"I see..." His words are simple and clear, leaving no room for him to pry
Your eyes search his screen once again, almost seeing bits of humanity peeking through for just a moment... A soft smile falls onto your features.
"Thanks, roomie."
....
"Don't call me that."
You laugh at his dry response, feeling lighter from your conversation. You feel... Good. For the first time in awhile you've relaxed and laughed with someone who isn't Amelia. Anxieties melting away to be only a subtly nag in the background of your mind that you can almost dismiss... Almost...
At the end of the day... You still burnt the bread, despite 079's confidence that it would be perfect by his calculations. But neither of you could bring yourself to really care, because you gained something else far more valuable.
A better understanding for each other...
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allastoredeer · 5 months ago
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Oh no, I hope all the folks annoyed about the influx of radioapple art with Lucifer in a dress aren’t talking about all the recent art of flapper!Lucifer. I've been seeing tons of radioapple art with Luci dressed in drag as a flapper girl and being all flirty towards an incredibly flustered Alastor, and I've loved every bit of it! No sign of any of the usual Manlyman!Alastor/UuU!Lucifer crap, just flapper!Luci teasing a VERY red-faced Alastor. I really hope that's not what people are talking about😟
I think I've seen pics of that floating around Twitter. Love the dress design, made me want to draw Alastor in one T.T Idk if that's the one any of the other Anon's were talking about specifically, but even if it is, don't let that take away you're enjoyment of it. You are 100% allowed to like things even if other people dislike it.
This is fandom. Curate it with people and fandom art/fics/edits etc... that you enjoy and ignore the rest 😊It can be irritating and disheartening to see people hating on something you really enjoy (I get the feeling, I've felt the same way about characters and shows I like) but at the end of the day, you loving it and them hating it doesn't actually hurt anyone. We're all here to have a good time, whether that's gushing about a ship/show with a like-minded community or ranting about it with a like-minded community. Both can be fun and cathartic.
I mean, even if you did like UwU Lucifer and Manlyman!Alastor, I'm not going to seek you out and tell you all the things I dislike about it and why you shouldn't like it, nor should anyone else. I'm not here to rain on anybody's parade. That's why I rant here, on my own blog, in my own little space, with fans who agree and understand my frustrations. That way anyone who doesn't want to see my posts can block and/or mute me and go about their day enjoying the content that makes them happy.
Make sure to give the flapper!Lucifer and flustered!Alastor art some love so the artists know you're enjoying it too! As an artist myself, that does wonders for our motivation to draw it more often LOL
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gunslinginnhogtyin · 2 months ago
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I am so late to the game for this one and don't expect you to bang this out if there's already too many! Even though they're not a ship (YET???), what do you think a kid between Rach and Butch would come out like? My bet is the wildest little raccoon child to ever exist.
@splinter-sister
If they had a kid… // @splinter-sister
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• Name: Robert “Bo” Donahue-Miller
• Gender: male
• General appearance: Has naturally tired and down turned blue eyes and long lashes, brown fluffy hair that never seems to be able to sit right even when combed, and sharp teeth that will only grow back sharper when he loses them. Bo prefers comfort over fashion so more often than not, he’s wearing an oversized shirt or one of his moms comfy jackets. He wears rain boots even when it’s sunny outside and has a croc collection ongoing with charms and all; his favorite pair is a pair of cowboy boot crocs, though he only wears them on special occasions! He inherited the demon tail but oddly enough—no horns!
• Personality: Bo is very outspoken, sometimes without even meaning to be; this tends to hurt feelings which makes keeping friends for him a bit tricky when they’re under the impression that he’s just being a meanie. Hes introverted enough as it is! He’s also very rebellious, borderlining Thing 1 and Thing 2. Tell this boy to do something and he will do the opposite just to spite you or to make himself laugh. Bo is the drifter sort, lax enough to get along with just about anyone while also having a hard time ‘finding his place’. If he’s comfortable around someone, they’ll find that he’s actually pretty goofy.
• Special talents: definitely has Rachael’s Splinter’s gene. Maintains some of Butch’s demon-like abilities as well but only when he’s emotionally charged (which can be scary for Butch and Rach at times). He’s also quite artistically inclined!
• Who they like better: while they’re both pretty relaxed in the way they’ve brought him up, I feel like Bo may take advantage of his fathers more chaotic tendencies to get out of trouble/stay up late/get extra snacks after dinner or what have you. They would both definitely fuss at him if he got in trouble but I have a feeling Butch might not take it all that seriously considering his own track record, and for that Bo is thankful. ADDITIONALLY CONSIDER… both of them because imagine Rachael and Butch doing the same thing behind each others backs only to find out he’s been getting EXTRA extra because they both love him too much lsjsksjs
• Who they take after more: Rachael in the way that he’s definitely more introverted and laid back than he is energetic and sociable. He’d rather be at home, watching TV or drawing than out and about with a bunch of people. He loves a good adventure of course (who doesn’t?) but only with a tight nit few he’s comfortable around. He’s a big napper and will 100% sleep in if no one wakes him up—he’s not a morning person!
• Personal headcanon(s): Bo has a pet turantula named Spike who will sit on his shoulder and go places with him. He loves music and already knows how to play a few songs on guitar! He also has a keyboard he messes with because it makes funny sounds. Loves video games, begs Rachael and Butch to play Roblox with him all the time (Butch tries his best to appease him but absolutely has no idea what he’s doing). He’s big into retro games as well. Bo is a fan of harmless pranks and has definitely done this to Butch atleast ONCE after seeing this video.
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miasmaghoul · 1 year ago
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As a resident Dew lover I am here for your Dew NSFW headcanons if you please <3
>:)
Switch, but usually bottoms. Topping is fun, but it tends to make him finish too soon. Doesn't play dom often, but enjoys every moment of it when he does.
Despite this, though, he never bottoms for his first time with someone.
Little dick, most of the others can fit the whole thing in their mouths with no trouble. Including his pudgy little knot.
Entirely too weak to having his neck and ears kissed/licked/otherwise mouthed at.
Obsessed with nipple play. OBSESSED.
Biter. Enough to draw blood, and he loves that too.
Loves marking and being marked. Wants evidence of every encounter, even if that sometimes means Swiss bruising his ass to the point where he can't sit for a few days.
L O V E S feeling shame and humiliation. Loves being broken down and treated like garbage.
Blames everyone else for his kinks ("Swiss made me like piss!" "Rain dressed me like a girl and now I'm into it!" "Mountain gave me a thing for feet!")
Massive size difference kink, likes feeling tiny despite how much he bitches about his height.
Speaking of, ELITE SIZE QUEEN.
The only one to have taken Mountain's knot (not counting Rain's jaw trick), and to regularly request DP. He loves being overwhelmed.
Bratty tendencies, but I don't personally hc him as whiny and obnoxious about it.
Mommy and daddy kinks
Edging forever and always. Also overstim. He likes to pretend he's had enough, but it's never enough.
Up for any position, but generally prefers being on all fours or bent over something. Eye contact is hard for him - Swiss likes to force it, but Aether gets as much as he likes.
Lost his "virginity" to Aether and developed A Thing about it.
Has different dynamics with everyone, very few people see the same side of Dew behind closed doors.
Don't tell anyone, but he would do literally anything Aether asked of him. The others all have points at which he bows out, but Aether? Dew can never say no to him.
VERY into dubcon. He likes to struggle, to feel scared and trapped. Adores when one of the others will let him give them the same treatment.
Breeding kink. BREEDING KINK.
Loves to choke, not super into being choked. Makes him nervous, and not in the way he likes. A hand on the throat to threaten or be possessive is fine, but he can do without the pressure.
Loves feeling used and objectified. The others play rock, paper, scissors on hotel nights when they're touring to see who gets Dew rights for the night. He grumbles about it, but always ends up chubby when someone argues that they want him instead. Like he's not even there.
If you pull his hair right when he's about to cum he screams. Every time.
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anhed-nia · 10 months ago
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So I'm in the middle of this research project centered on Dario Argento's OPERA, for which I have required myself to watch as many screen adaptations of the Gaston Leroux novel The Phantom of the Opera as I can take. What I have determined so far is that the Phantom of the Opera is a story everyone wants to tell, but not very many people are sure of how to tell it. In fact, it's not that easy to say what it is about archetypally. You know, Wolfman stories are typically about "the beast in man" (with femininity positioned as some sort of cure for this personality split), Frankenstein stories are usually about human nature (i.e. an uncanny creature can have more humanity than vain and bigoted humans), Dracula-type vampire stories are most generally about the problems of being an outsider (queer, foreign, etc). But Phantom of the Opera is like...well, everyone likes the love story part of it, which is more or less modeled on Dracula, with a woman torn between seductive darkness and the safety of square society. But then there are all these other parts that seem to flummox people in the retelling.
I haven't read the Leroux novel YET but the first round of movies have been interesting, and also sort of perplexing. The iteration from 1925 holds up, largely due to Chaney's creation of the Phantom which remains a top tier monster. People don't often talk about the mask though! Which looks like a cross between Peter Lorre and the Devo Boogie Boy, it's disturbing and I like it.
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This Phantom was born in the dungeons during a revolutionary bloodbath and is disfigured from birth, drawing on the antique idea that a mother's trauma is translated in the deformity of her children; also, compellingly, these dungeons lie fathoms beneath the opera house where the bourgeoisie are witlessly dancing on the graves of martyrs and criminals embodied in the Phantom. The ingenue Christine is an interesting figure who breaks up with her boyfriend at the beginning because she wants to give her whole self to her career; when the Phantom starts murmuring to her through the walls it's as if the spirit of opera itself has chosen her to be its avatar, which she seems to find totally rational. It's sort of cool, what other movie of this era has a likeable heroine choosing her potential for greatness over love? This is the element of the story that is the most interesting, but I'll expand on that in a minute.
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The Chaney edition benefits a lot from keeping things simple. The 1943 version with Claude Raines has a little bit too much going on and the story doesn't get a lot of time to congeal between so many long opera sequences; this movie really takes the opera part of the title seriously! Actually they're the best thing about it, mostly because of Nelson Eddy who is extremely beautiful and a real opera singer, and who projects this blazing desire for Susanna Foster that is incredibly convincing. Like I'd normally say they have great chemistry, but I think it's just a lot of power radiating from him specifically.
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Ahem.
Uh anyway. This movie picks up the reoccurring (but not universal) idea that the Phantom is a genteel and sophisticated composer who has just fallen on hard times, who goes mad when his latest concerto is stolen. He is disfigured while struggling with the plagiarist and installs himself under the opera house where he can haunt his former protege Christine, who is already torn between dreamy Nelson Eddy and her stuffy cop boyfriend. One of my favorite things here is that even though this film is extremely quaint and old fashioned, everybody hates cops; this Christine is less a self-determined careerist than someone who is under pressure from her artist friends who find it profoundly repulsive that she is dating a policeman. Meanwhile the Phantom is just way too gentle and sappy, which is extra disappointing because Claude Rains's Invisible Man is so fabulously chaotic and sadistic, it made me really aware of the Phantom that could have been. This one doesn't properly represent the high society vs. underworld dichotomy that Christine should be torn between. So what is this movie about? There's so many guys in it and a few different themes flapping in the breeze. Is it about love? Is it about self-actualizing through art? Is it about the cutthroat world of showbusiness? It doesn't have that much to say, ultimately, and it just seems really unmotivated. Also I don't like this mask, sue me.
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The Hammer edition is even more disappointing, considering the studio's previous successes with Universal Monster remakes. Here Christine is torn between a suave opera producer, the lecherous composer who has plagiarized the Phantom, and yeah the Phantom. Too many guys, it confuses whatever the dynamic and themes are supposed to be. Michael Gough as the plagiarist is so much more evil and threatening than poor Herbert Lom's Phantom that it's hard to stay focused on the main point here. Curiously the Hammer version is rather unromantic, with the Phantom just slapping Christine around until she sings his tunes right; that is kind of refreshing in a way, although it also means that the film lacks tension, which contributes to its being surprisingly anticlimactic. The best guy in the movie is actually Thorley Walters whose character serves almost no narrative purpose at all, he just hulks around with this WTF? look on his face and it is kind of adorable. I guess I like the gross mask in this one, too.
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But the Hammer version has one interesting strength, which is that Christine is singing the lead in a new opera about Joan of Arc. Just like Joan, Christine hears a disembodied voice prophesizing her ascent to power. The best thing about the Phantom lore is the idea that the woman has this latent power that can either be activated by the Phantom, or suppressed by her square boyfriend (the relationship being mutually exclusive with opera stardom in many iterations). She isn't just a love object to be possessed, she herself possesses of some kind of devastating energy that needs to be awakened and channeled--or contained and forgotten, if she decides to get married and stay home or something. This is pretty cool, and it is interestingly realized in Dario Argento's OPERA, in which (spoiler alert I guess) a killer stalks an opera singer with the aim of catalyzing her own latent psychopathy. This idea is at the center of my thesis and I'm looking forward to fleshing it out, although I'm kind of dreading all the other PHANTOMs that I have committed myself to watching. I really don't want to deal with Andrew LLoyd Webber at all, but after I get through at least the Joel Schumacher one of the those I'm going to reward myself with a rewatch of PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE which I'm going to guess right now is the best retelling of this story after the Chaney one. I'm counting on Paul Williams' music to be catchier than Webber's.
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I'm whining about my own decisions, I know, but really the main hardship of this project is that now I keep getting the Vandals' punk theme song from PHANTOM OF THE MALL: ERIC'S REVENGE stuck in my head, and let me tell you that is very unwelcome. Here it is, if you've decided you're done being happy and sane:
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takeariskao3 · 1 year ago
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written for #SeveralSunlitDaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3 <3 day 2: fearless
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Ginny should not have taken divination. 
The regret had blossomed steadily over the few short weeks since term started. Firstly, their classroom at the top of the North Tower was hot. And stifling. And class always took place right after lunch. Which just left Ginny longing for a nap. 
Secondly, she was the only third year Gryffindor in the class. Her housemates apparently preferred electives in Arithmancy or Muggle Studies over the art of the Unfogging the Future. But no one had bothered to tell her. 
Thirdly, because she hadn't immediately had a familiar face to sit with, she'd chosen to share a table with Luna Lovegood. Ginny knew Luna lived near the same village as the Burrow, and their parents seemed on friendly enough terms, even if they didn't socialize, but that soon turned out to be a mistake. Because Luna was passionate about Divination. This left Ginny forced to listen to odd predictions about conspiracy theories and cryptids she'd never heard of. Which brought Professor Trelawney over to their workstation, often. Trelawney seemed to thrive on the weird and dramatic, which Luna supplied in droves. 
Ginny was well on her way to thinking they were both utter quacks.
And lastly, because all Divination turned out to be was destiny, and fate, and grand design. Ginny was sick to death of feeling called to a higher purpose, like she was meant for something... 
Or someone. 
This year was supposed to be different. Ginny had turned over a new leaf. She was starting fresh. And she was finished daydreaming about getting kissed in the rain. She wasn't supposed to be feeding her yearning with more nonsense about predetermination and things written in the stars. All of that was just girlhood fantasy. 
Except Ginny's stupid tea leaves, and her stupid text book, and her stupid partner, and her stupid sodding professor kept predicting 'a great but tragic love' in her future. 
It was not helping her aforementioned resolve to put her past foolishness behind her. 
"This is interesting," Luna lilted from across the table and tipped Ginny's cup back and forth as she examined it intently. Ginny prepared for a comment that would decidedly not be interesting. "It could be a triangle, meaning a creative spirit, but if I flip it over, it looks more like a bouquet. A grand gesture."
Ginny resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead focused on the dregs at the bottom of Luna's cup. 
"It could be both, I suppose," Luna continued, oblivious to Ginny's disdain. "A combination of the two? Perhaps, you are giving the grand gesture instead of receiving..."
When Ginny didn't answer, Luna began taking notes on her parchment but still continued to speak absentmindedly. 
"Do you enjoy things like drawing or music?"
"No," Ginny grumbled, only half paying attention. 
Luna hummed, clearly puzzled. "I do think it would be a very nice thing to give a gift like that. To feel that deeply for someone. After all, that's why poets write their poems..."
Ginny froze, her vision blurring slightly around the edges. Unfortunately, Luna noticed. 
"Oh," she sighed. "Have you written something?"
"No," Ginny replied forcefully and her face heated.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," Luna reassured. "If there are others vying for your love's attention, this will set you apart.”
Ginny clapped her hands over her face and swore under her breath. She determined right then and there that sending that singing Valentine was, without a doubt, the single most mortifying thing she'd ever done. 
Luna indicated a brown lump near the perimeter. "And look here, the daffodil, your affections are requited. Your gift will be cherished!" 
"Can we talk about something other than my affections, please?" 
Luna watched her unblinkingly, but seemed to understand Ginny had reached her wit's end. 
"You have something that looks like clasped hands," Ginny started, doing her best to sound business-like. "But it also looks a bit like the number eight, so I can't be sure."
Luna flipped through a few pages of her text book, and paused about halfway down the page. "Friends?" 
Ginny shrugged, and immediately felt a deep-rooted ache at the eagerness taking over Luna's expression. 
Eyes widening in unmitigated hope, Luna smiled. "I've never had a friend before."
Mouth going dry, Ginny swallowed down the mix of uncomfortableness and pity that Luna often spurred. She shrugged again. "There's also something that looks like a pig snout, and that's not even in the book, so what do I know?" 
Luna's smile stretched into a grin. "That's not a pig snout, that's a Blibbering Humdinger!"
Ginny snorted, but she didn’t bother asking what a Blibbering Humdinger was. She'd save that for Professor Trelawney.
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thecubspeaks · 2 months ago
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It rains, just like Gale's knees promised, but not until it's very late. It would be the perfect moment to break up the party, but instead they huddle beneath one of the tents, Shadowheart and the druids taking turns to dispel the water when it pools too threateningly on the fabric roof above them, Wyll and Karlach on duty darting out into the rain from time to time to fetch more wine and whatever bits of food have remained sheltered and dry. Shadowheart has been free with hugging, dozens for everyone, and she knows it surprises them all to see her so openly affectionate, and she doesn't care. She introduces a fuming Tara to the owlbear cub and tells her he'll be coming home with them, and as the night draws on so long that she passes through drunken sleepiness and comes out the other side in a different, giddy kind of haze, she curls up against Gale's side and doesn't care that everyone sees him playing with her hair, idly tracing her hipbone with his thumb. Six months ago, when she was so anxious of being seen by the rest of the camp, feels like a lifetime away.
"Have you caught a cold?" she asks, amused, the third or fourth time Gale pulls away from her to sneeze.
"You've gotta get him out of that tower more, Fringe," Karlach says, sprawled out next to Scratch on the ground. "Can't even take a few hours in the rain anymore."
"Your endurance has eroded severely," Lae'zel agrees solemnly. "And it was never impressive."
Gale pinches Shadowheart. "Don't you dare."
"I said nothing!"
"You were preparing to. I could see it in your face. You-- eh--" He breaks off with another sneeze. "Pardon me!"
Shadowheart has used no magic today, so it's easy enough, despite the late hour, depite her head buzzing with wine. She straightens up and cups his face in her hands, whispers against his lips-- vincere est vivere-- and kisses it better.
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Gale will never be what he was. Mystra does not say it when she takes the orb from him, she does not need to. His lost power will not return. But he has built new power. He doesn't mind, he says. The hard-won, he says, is the better loved.
His body, too, will never be what it was. That is slower to unfold. But come winter he's often sick-- often only small inconveniences, but twice that winter he wakes her, sweating and flushed with fever, and he begs her pardon again and again while she tells him her magic is more powerful in moonlight anyway, and in the morning he makes breakfast and says no more of it. After the second time, even after she heals him and one night while he's sleeping secretly tries it again, a cough rattles around in his chest until the spring comes.
He aches more, too-- his knees, his back, but also, she suspects, a twinging pain in his chest, where the scar used to be. She catches him rubbing it when he thinks no one is looking, just like he used to. She catches him wince.
"I'm much older than you, you know," she teases as she rubs his back one night, an evening stroll cut short by pain, and now they're home again.
"Ah, but I remember it all," he replies sagely. "The weight of memories-- it's not just a saying, actually. Terrible for your joints."
She pulls his hair and he flips around and tackles her onto the bed, and she thinks how neither of them ever knew before that you could be in love with someone who makes you laugh.
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In the smothering dark of winter, Shadowheart reads the books she stole from the cloister. It's like a compulsion, some nights-- to hole up and secret and read her whole life laid out like an experiment. At least it's information, if it never can be memory.
Spring comes, and she says to Gale over breakfast, "In one of her diaries, the Mother Superior wrote that I always talk about going traveling. So I think we ought to give it a try."
"Oh, and we'll be taking her word on these matters, will we?" Gale says. "Far be it for me to suggest the destruction of knowledge, but... had I known you'd kept those books, I would have advised against it."
"She had no reason to lie, not in a private journal," Shadowheart says, irritated. Tara, sensing disagreement, jumps off of the windowsill and darts away.
"I simply don't think any good will come of trying to grasp at what you imagine your childhood self might have wanted, rather than thinking about what you want, here and now."
"I want to travel," Shadowheart says stubbornly. "If it's the academy you're worried about, we can wait until the summer. And it needn't be rustic, if you're really opposed. I've never even seen Daggerford, or Neverwinter. And then, once we've gotten the feel for it back--"
"I can't," he bites out.
"Blackstaff Academy will not burn to the ground in your--"
"I mean I can't," he snaps, sharper, and stands. He drags a hand over his face and then sits back down, already the sharp edges pulled back in. "I'm sorry. My love. But I-- I can't. I don't think I would stand up to the journey, I'm afraid. Perhaps a teleportation circle to Daggerford or Neverwinter for a day or two, but-- journeying again. Even taking the open roads... I don't think I can. No. I know I can't."
Shadowheart swallows back a healer's urge to fix it, a lover's urge to chastise herself for not seeing.
"Then we won't," Shadowheart says simply.
"No! Please, you must. I won't have life with me become just another cloister to pen you in. I would never forgive myself."
"I'll think about it." She reaches a hand across the table to him, and he takes it. "For now, I'm not ready to leave you behind."
"I don't want to hold you back."
His hand feels thin in hers. She squeezes it. "It's not about you, Gale. It's your cooking."
He laughs, and stands-- I can take a hint-- pancakes today, I think?-- and when he's distracted by Tara's abrupt return at the smell of melting butter and burns his fingers on the stove, Shadowheart can kiss it better.
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cookieeevee · 8 months ago
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Hello Yellow and Welcome People!!
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Most people tend to call me Cookie or Cookieeevee because of my blog name, but call me Alice! I use the pronouns She/Her and They/Them (I don't mind which one you use)
I am Aroace and a Minor! ! !
I am into Rain World, OneShot, Pokemon, Warrior Cats, Kirby, Sonic, Pikmin, Ori, Chicory: a colorful tale, Steven universe, MHA, Epic Mickey, and many more
You can ask me anything, I'd love to chat with you all (Ask about ADH au or ask Lily if u want too)
Art requests are always welcomed :D
My designs of the slugcats and Iterators My Rain world OCs My other OCs
Side blogs of mine
ISAT AU: @three-multiverse-shooting-stars
Cookie: @ask-cookieeevee03
Madge: rainworld-starsandclouds023
Droplet (Old, should probably reboot at some point): rainworld-ask-the-medic
SOES: rainworld-lifeisendless230
Slugcat's: rainworld-cycle-of-slugcats
just doodle/art blog: mossy-doodles85
Silly adventurers of my plush's (feel free to send me art in Messages of the sillys if you want, I will post it and credit u, if u want :3)
you can draw for me if ya want
Amazing Friends Of Mine!: @rainworld-obsessed-cat-reborn (One of my first tumblr friends! Probably one of my closes friends here! They are really silly and has great art! I thought I'd never see them again once their main blog got deleted... I'm very glad they're back now. I care for them with the might of a 1000 suns and always wish for the best of them! I'll always have their back, no matter what <3) @stargazer0001 (A great friend, who I really care for! One of the first people I go to talk to about silly ideas and aus of mine. They're art is a joy to see and our silly chats we had before were really fun! Thanks for being there for me <3)
@southparkau00 (MY FIRST TUMBLR FRIEND! They helped me a lot when I was new to Tumblr, lots of love to them! They have been off for so long I thought they left, they didn't and I'm so glad.) @critter2 (Super silly bud that I met because of Star! Their art is amazing and its always a blast to be around them! Sadly they aren't on often so that kinda sucks... ALSO THEY ARE WHOLESOME WHEREVER THEY THINK/KNOW THAT OR NOT!!!!) @lanternlightsovercloudyskies (I've actually never checked if we're friends or not, but see her as one! Cute silly art that a joy to see, and shes super wholesome in my opinion! I always hope for the best for her!) @bananacat76 (My silly great friend! They're super cool and wholesome, all things I wish to be. They've let me add their RW persona, Banana cat, to my RW AU and even let me make Banana Cat Enot's sibling! Lots of hugs to them! A joy see and a gift to be around ^^) @rcranger (THIS SUPER AMAZING AND COOL PERSON IS MY FRIEND!!! Hes made super cute and silly art that is a joy to see and always puts a smile on my face! Cherry has been a super great person and he need MORE LOVE so go check him out and give him some love!!)
@puffstarss (I'm pretty sure we're friends, at least to me she is! Puffs is probably one of the most kind people here! She's a big UT and UTY fan and is the owner of The Undertale Yellow Runaway Route AU! If your a fan of UTY aus and stuff be sure you check out her blog! also I will die for them like all friends of mine)
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Random things about me: My favorite colors are mint green and lavender I want to write but am too scared to put it online and I get writers block a lot... I wish people would ask me more things (on any of my blogs)... My IRL friend group and I do a lot of dark humour I draw all the time, in class, at lunch, at home, in the car, and many other places Cream is my favorite Sonic character I my 3rd favorite Sonic character is Chris from Sonic X, FIGHT ME ON IT I have four brothers and no sisters... I have many AUs which I will probably never tell anyone about because I am scared of doing that Rain world brain rot I REALLY want to play SA2 just because of the chao garden Undertale Yellow fan! I'VE DODGED DEATH!!!! If you want to be friends with me, just ask. Cuz I'm probably not gonna ask you that and I'm always happy to have more friends I need help
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dazeddoodles · 11 months ago
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Hi, just wanted to let you know that my boyfriend (who is afrolatino and who told me to write this ask since he's unable to send any asks) wanted me to tell you that your post that compared Darius to the chocolate Christmas ornament felt rather racist since he's followed you for a long time. I know it probably wasn't your intention, but the art can be seen racist coming from a nonblack person due to how often said comparison is used against black people in a very derogatory way. No hard feelings, just wanted to let you know about this.
Oh boy.
For what it's worth. The joke was not supposed to be comparing Darius to the chocolate. The chocolate isn't meant to look like Darius at all.
For context I said that originally it was supposed to be Eda seeing the chocolate man and thinking he was hot (which is supposed to be weird). And then Raine comes up behind her and she swallows it whole so they wouldn't see she was staring at it.
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The chocolate looks nothing like Raine and isn't meant to. The joke was supposed to be Eda found a literal chocolate bar hot and got worried that Raine would be jealous.
I just swapped the ship to be Aladarius instead (I didn't want to use any ship with the kids cause that felt weird). The joke in this case was that Alador ALSO found the chocolate hot, and Darius got jealous. Of the chocolate.
I changed the interaction to fit the characters because Alador is not as cartoonishly wacky as Eda so I don't think he would try to shove the entire box into his mouth. And Darius seems more of the jealous type then Raine. Although him being jealous over a chocolate bar is meant to be comedically over the top.
However if the immediate interpretation of the drawing seems like I'm comparing Darius to chocolate, then I'll be more than willing to delete the post. It's not at all a hill I'm willing to die on and I apologize.
Anyways, thank you for reaching out and letting me know this. I really appreciate it and hope you have a lovely night.
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lavenderobject58 · 3 days ago
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#1: I Say A Little Prayer by Minami Q-ta
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Minami Q-ta is one of my favorite manga artists. I love the way they write relationships: they're never the easy, innocent affairs you find in a lot of yuri (not to knock those kinds of stories, mind you - they just don't scratch the same itch). Instead, they're messy and uncomfortable, often driving their participants towards self-destruction. Pair that with an expressive (described by my friend Wren as "wobbly") art style and an impressively consistent ability to stick the landing, and one starts to wonder why Minami Q-ta has gotten so little attention, at least on the English-speaking internet. I Say A Little Prayer, a oneshot published in 1996, perfectly encapsulates all my favorite elements of Minami Q-ta's work. To summarize as briefly as I can: Kiyoko, 25, is head-over-heels in love with Ayumi, 23. The two, who have been seeing each other for some time now, are enjoying a picnic by the river before a storm forces them to return to Ayumi's apartment. While they are showering together, Ayumi tells Kiyoko that she wants her to meet her boyfriend, and hopes that they can be friends forever. Kiyoko does not take this well, and runs off into the rain. After briefly breaking down in tears on the street, Kiyoko returns to Ayumi's apartment and declares:
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(not sure who Midori-chan is, by the way. Minami Q-ta's Goodbye Midori - another one of my favorites, but not yuri enough for me to talk about here - was published the same year, so it could have to do with that?) We've all been in, or been around, enough similar situations to be able to recognize that this is not a relationship that's going to last, of course. Even so, this feels like a happy ending, at least for Kiyoko. I relate to her a lot, as someone who's also gotten caught up in the excitement of a new relationship before calling it quits the moment things start getting uncomfortable (more times than I'd like to admit). We see her at the beginning of the story reeling from another such experience before she meets Ayumi, and it's implied that this is a not uncommon occurrence for her. What's more, the calm and usually passive Ayumi is a perfect receptacle for Kiyoko's pushiness, which allows the latter to really believe that, since Ayumi isn't outright rejecting her, the two must be in love. This makes the rejection of finding out that Ayumi was just sort of going along with it sting even worse.
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So for her to get right back up again is a sign of newfound resilience. It's an ending that feels very real: nothing tangible has changed, and Kiyoko's situation is still just as fraught as it was a few pages before, but growth has been achieved. It's a testament to Minami Q-ta's ability to create a satisfying and emotionally resonant story arc in such a short form while still maintaining a sense of realness and complexity. Something that I particularly love about the writing in this manga is the dialogue. That's attributable to both the original author, of course, as well as the translators (from the prolific scanlator group Lililicious), who did an excellent job at subtly introducing a sense of ambiguity into Ayumi's relationship with Kiyoko - for example, when she tells Kiyoko, "You're so cool, you make my heart race", she might be paying her close friend a compliment, or flirting with her lover, or - my personal favorite option - perhaps even hinting at her own uncertainty regarding her feelings towards their relationship. After all, we never see the same level of interiority with Ayumi as with Kiyoko, so whether or not she really does just want to be "friends forever" is up to the reader to decide.
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As you can probably tell from the images I've posted so far, there are a lot of really striking panels in this manga - the way the art shifts from awkward cuteness to these sudden moments of really intense beauty and emotion is a big part of what draws me in about Minami Q-ta's work.
There are other things about this manga I'd love to talk about - I think the way that Ayumi's feelings are hinted at is super interesting, for example, and I love the use of background characters as symbols of the social reality within which Ayumi and Kiyoko exist. But for now, I'll leave you all with a link for where you can check this out and a request that you check out Minami Q-ta's other work if you like this one. They're still active today, by the way, although I haven't been able to find any translations of their newer work. Thanks for reading, everyone :)
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