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shepscapades · 10 months ago

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GOD DAYUM

So the part 5 thing huh? Welp IT'S GOOD I LOVE IT

Because X is my blorbo I just wanted to point out some things here

MMMMMMMM HE HAS LONG HAIR??? I mean *looks at my posts* long hair fits him absolutely [Still not sure if he has long hair or not but looks like he has his hair tied in a ponytail or in a bun, I don't know it just looks like it on the second image]

[oh and also he called him "Doc" again, instead of Docm which I don't know what could mean in this situation yet, but one day it'll probably make sense as we get more parts]

This Etho right here looks either terrified or confused, and I think it's because

X is going to go absolutely crazy and he's scared that X is now in control [based on the "you dropped your crown king'' caption that might refer to Etho who isn't the attacker anymore but could also refer to Xisuma which I'll explain later]

2. He finally snapped back into his senses

3. he sees X without his helmet for the first time and his good 'ol computer brain is like '??????? Who tf is that"

"you dropped your crown king" could also refer to X as his helmet got destroyed in process [being the crown] and from what I know, we don't know the reason for why X wears helmet in this AU. The most popular headcannon for his armour and helmet is that he's a voidwalker and can't breathe in the overworld, we don't know if it's a thing in this AU but if it is that could mean that now he's powerless, he "dropped his crown" - he became weaker, powerless against his enemy. Also Doc looks kinda scared, or maybe just surprised after seeing X's face for probably first time. [if he's scared, then he's probably aware of Xisuma's condition when it comes to air]

NESTLE CRUNCH

But also poor Doc he looks horrified

ALSO

*looking for lore through old posts* huh these seem familiar... WAIT

AND THE DATE THOSE WERE POSTED

[it's in Polish sorry, but it says 13th October]

SO THE COMIC HAS BEEN SKETCHED OUT SO EARLY?? Damn those really take long to do, I mean I was aware of that fact but It's been like 3 months since those sneak peeks have been posted and WOW THAT'S A WHOLE LOT OF MOTIVATION YOU HAVE HERE SHEP

[also only now noticed how in this panel Etho's body sketch is red as a sign that he's the danger in Doc's eyes and Xisuma's is green/blue. Oh and in the first sketch X didn't have his hair visible in the visor hee hee ]

So yes, loved it, even if there were only 3 images I still think it's amazing ! We got to see your Xisuma a bit [he- he handsome -makes big eyes]

Sorry for the long ask again!! just!! excited!!

Now I'm going into my drawing cave as I'm full of inspiration already bye bye <333

(also also to reiterate, I have no idea how long part 6 will take since I just kinda have rough storyboarding for the rest of the comic, and classes just started up again— this is my exhibition semester so most of my drawing energy will be prioritized for my grad gallery… we will wait to see how much energy I have left by the day for destruction :3)

ALSO ALSO ALSO! “You dropped your crown king” was absolutely me trying to find a silly caption for what’s supposed to be a serious/dramatic part of the story while also referencing the fact that Xisuma’s helmet shattered/fell off— there are many conspiracies and clues to be had here but I just wanted to clarify that that line is not one of them SFKDFGHJ

I will therefore also not directly respond to anything else being discussed here BUT thank you as always for sharing your theories and analysis!! It always makes my day >:D

#LOVE IT #dbhc ask #1-marigold-1 #ask #dbhc xisuma #dbhc doc #destruction #dbhc etho #the shepherd #my sona #art escapades #dbhc theories

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applespants · 14 days ago

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Crystal Cluster {NSFW}

Orion Pax x D-16

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Word Count: 2.6k (under the cut)

Summary: A little cavern in the energon mines bring D-16 and Orion Pax closer together than before. (NSFW!! Minors DNI)

A/N: horny! gay! robots!!! LOL i am so horrendously obsessed with these guys theyre so silly and i need them to be in love!!! so i made them my own personal barbie dolls and made them fuck. im so sorry i literally dont know what else to say its robot smut fanfiction guys what should i say. go out and vote!!! if you cant vote then DONT READ THIS LOOK AWAY

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D-16 huffed as he tried to keep up with Orion Pax, who was running ahead of him on a seemingly random path through the energon mines where they worked.

“Pax– Pax, wait up!”

Orion only laughed brightly in response. He finally slowed down and D-16 caught up with him, shoving him lightly despite being almost out of breath.

“This better be good,” D-16 wheezed. “I don’t want to get demoted for going out of the designated area on account of whatever crazy thing you have planned.”

Orion grinned widely at D-16 and peeked around a corner before looking back at him. “We won’t get demoted if they don’t find out!”

D-16 groaned and pinched his optical ridge in annoyance. Orion chuckled and took his servo in his own, squeezing it tight. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” D-16 smiled at that and Orion guided them slowly around the corner, not letting go of D-16’s servo.

D-16’s optics widened to take in the sheer beauty of their surroundings. There were raw energon crystals growing out of the ceiling of this small little alcove, pulsating energy as they glowed brilliantly. They were different from what they normally mined, and they did not move or react to D-16 and Orion as they walked into the small cavern.

Orion nudged D-16 gently with his elbow. “I thought you might like it. Maybe it will inspire some more poetry?”

D-16 nodded his helm slowly, still taking it in. “Oh, it definitely will.” He finally looked at Orion, the first time since entering the cave, and he felt his spark clench as he gazed into his optics. “Pax, I– I don’t even know what to say.”

D-16 could not tear his optics away from Orion’s, suddenly seeing the brilliance of the energon crystals residing within Orion himself. The way his optics danced and widened in anticipation at the slightest flutter of excitement, the soft glow and the stunning blue… D-16 looked back to the energon crystals when he realized he had been staring, but Orion did not say anything if he had even noticed.

“You don’t have to say anything, Dee. I just… I found this place, and the first thing I thought of was wanting to bring you here, just– just the two of us.” Orion still had not let go of D-16’s servo. D-16 glanced back at Orion and saw that he had averted his gaze, staring at the ground and kicking his ped into the rock. D-16 lifted Orion’s servo to his dermas and gently kissed the top of it, locking optics with Orion when he glanced quickly back at him.

“Don’t look at the ground when the very essence of life waits above.”

Orion smiled softly. “Already starting on that poetry, huh? Well, I’m looking at the very essence of my life right now.”

D-16’s optics widened in surprise and he felt his faceplate begin to heat. Orion still did not break his gaze with D-16, and instead took a step forward and closed the gap between the two of them. D-16 trembled, but he knew he was not nervous. Excitement was pulsing through him, his spark beating faster with every inch Orion got closer.

D-16 and Orion’s faceplates were so close, but there was a hesitation. This would change things. It would change their friendship, it would change their bond. But was that all D-16 wanted from Orion? No, he knew that he wanted Orion in every single aspect that was so much more than just a friend. It only took him a moment to make the decision and close the gap between him and Orion, gently pressing their dermas together in a first kiss.

Orion smiled into their kiss and put his arms over D-16’s shoulders. D-16 grabbed Orion’s hips and pulled him closer, kissing him more earnestly as they continued. It was like they were finally satiating a craving that had been pestering them in the back of their processors.

D-16 felt his spark beating fast and his HUD was sending him several notifications about regulating his heat with turning on his fans. D-16 waved them all aside, his focus entirely on Orion. Orion was beginning to explore D-16’s frame, tracing his servos across his chest and down his chassis, finding his hips. D-16 had begun to cup Orion’s faceplate, almost completely lost in bliss as he and Orion’s glossas began to mingle.

“Ah–!” D-16 yelped in surprise, finally breaking the kiss when Orion’s servos lifted him by his hips. He instinctively wrapped his legs around Orion’s waist, and his thighs seemed to fit around his pelvis like they were meant to be around them. The thought made D-16’s faceplate heat rapidly and his fans kicked into gear loudly as his HUD began to send him messages about beginning interface protocol.

D-16’s optics widened and Orion looked at him with a furrowed optical ridge, worry shining in those blue optics. “Is this okay?”

D-16 nodded quickly. “It’s– It’s so okay, Pax, I– I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

Orion smiled and kissed D-16 again. “I have, too.”

Their dermas made contact again and D-16 was once again lost to Orion’s glossa in his mouth and his strong servos holding him up. Orion spun them around a little bit and they giggled into their kiss. The energon crystals above were almost singing as the two of them finally broke away for air, pressing forehelms together.

“Dee, are you– How are you feeling?” Orion asked, his own fans having kicked in a little bit prior. D-16 cupped Orion’s faceplate and chuckled.

“I’m feeling so good– Do you want to… keep going?” D-16 averted his optics shyly as he spoke. Orion kissed D-16 quickly once more and spun him around again until he yelped and giggled and begged for Orion to stop before he got too dizzy.

“Of course I want to keep going… I just– I’ve never done it before.”

D-16 laughed. “Neither have I, Pax!”

Orion seemed to relax at that. “I should probably put you down, then.”

D-16 was set down gingerly and his hands found Orion’s servos again instinctively. Orion looked up at the energon crystals again and then back at D-16, offering a shy smile. He led him to one of the cave walls and sat down against it, patting his lap in a gesture for D-16 to sit down. D-16 felt giddiness and anticipation building up in his chest, as well as a slightly unfamiliar warmth pooling near his pelvis as he sat down in Orion’s lap.

D-16 leaned back against Orion and shuttered his optics, humming softly to himself. “Do you have any clue what to do?”

Orion shrugged. “Not really. Is it– Is it okay if I touch you?”

D-16 nodded with a small snicker. “You ask like you haven’t already.”

Despite his tease, D-16’s breath caught in his vents when he felt Orion press his dermas to his neck. While Orion peppered his neck with kisses, his servos ventured down D-16’s lower half, tracing the outline of his modesty panel before ghosting over his thighs. D-16 shuddered, more warmth pooling where Orion’s servos had just been as he leaned more into Orion’s touch.

“Y-you said you didn’t know what you were doing,” D-16 said quietly. He was a bit surprised with how easily Orion was drawing out these new feelings, and how easily he seemed to roam over D-16’s frame.

Orion kissed right below D-16’s jaw. “I don’t… I’m only doing what I’ve wanted to since I realized how much I loved you.” D-16’s vents hitched when Orion traced over his modesty panel again, only this time, his servos lingered. “It’s a bit embarrassing… But I’ve thought about how I wanted this to go so many times over. And so far you’ve made it more than I could have hoped for.”

D-16 tilted his helm so he could kiss Orion on his dermas. “Leave it to you to have a plan for this.”

Orion chuckled and began to trace the outline of D-16’s modesty panel. He angled his hips slightly into Orion’s servo, making him grin against D-16’s dermas. “I only had a plan for how I wanted to show you my feelings. Everything after is whatever we decide together.” Orion kissed D-16’s jaw once more, making him weak as he shifted against his servo as Orion whispered in his audial. “Maybe if you open your panels, we can–”

Orion could not even finish his sentence before D-16 snapped back his panels, which surprised both of them. Orion chuckled into D-16’s audial and rubbed one of his servos on D-16’s thigh, slowly tracing in toward his now open panel. His valve was already wet with lubricant, and Orion wasted no time in guiding his servos toward his valve.

D-16 jolted slightly with a gasp when Orion’s servo touched his node, and Orion immediately retracted it. “Did that hurt?”

“No– It was just– It felt a bit different than I expected,” D-16 said softly. He leaned back against Orion and kissed him. “I’m sorry, you can keep going.”

Orion nodded. “Don’t apologize, Dee. Promise you’ll let me know if anything feels uncomfortable?” D-16 nodded and Orion grinned. “And let me know what feels good.”

Orion pressed a digit to D-16’s node once more, gently massaging it as D-16 leaned his helm back. “Oh—”

Orion was back to pressing kisses against D-16’s jaw and neck while his servos began to explore D-16’s open panel. One servo focused on D-16’s pulsating node while the other explored his valve. D-16 could feel charge beginning to build up in his lower half, warmth growing in his chassis as his vents hitched and his fans kicked in due to overheating.

“O-Orion– Primus, that feels– that feels good,” D-16 murmured while Orion worked his servos. Orion toyed gently with his node, and D-16 could feel something building up inside of him the more that Orion’s servos touched him. D-16 bucked his hips upward into Orion’s servo, leaning his helm to the side in search of Orion’s dermas. They kissed, but D-16 could hardly keep their dermas together as his breath caught in his intake and he choked on a moan.

“Ah– Ah–” D-16 was struggling to formulate words as Orion rubbed his node, his digits going slightly deeper into D-16’s valve. Torn between pushing his hips down for his valve or bucking his hips up for his node, D-16 only leaned his helm back and moaned while Orion kissed and nibbled at his neck.

“Are you close?”

“I don’t know– Just– Don’t stop,” D-16 whined, his own servos gripping Orion’s thighs.

Orion chuckled into D-16’s audial, making that charge build up even more. He was so warm, he was so charged, he felt so good that he could hardly keep up with his processor. D-16 moaned and whined, but he soon felt the charge build up so much that it felt almost unbearable. He whimpered and gripped at Orion’s thighs, feeling the charge build up so much he thought he might burn from overheating.

The charge suddenly burst and D-16 overloaded with a sharp gasp and a moan. There was a wave of pleasure that rushed through his entire body, almost making him shudder. He was tingly and leaned against Orion after the overload.

“Did you overload?”

“I think so… that was amazing…” D-16 said, his voice soft and blissful. Orion chuckled and tilted D-16’s helm to kiss his dermas, smiling into the kiss.

“I almost wish I had been able to see your face…” Orion sighed playfully as he gently rubbed D-16’s thigh.

D-16 shifted in Orion’s lap, pulling his dermas away from the kiss. Orion whined softly, but he did not protest otherwise as D-16 turned around in his lap, his knees on either side of Orion as he straddled his lap. Orion’s optics twinkled brightly, watching D-16 with a loving smile as D-16 pressed their dermas together once more.

“Open your panel,” D-16 said, a bit more force than he intended in his voice.

Orion raised his optical ridge and grinned. “Are you going to return the favor?”

“Something like that…” D-16 hummed. He placed a palm on Orion’s modesty panel and rubbed it, making Orion’s vents catch. It clicked back almost immediately, and D-16’s optics widened when he saw Orion’s spike. “Oh…”

D-16 immediately regretted his awe when Orion smirked. He knew deep down that he had just inflated Orion’s ego just the slightest bit, but he did not seem to care as much as he thought he would as he looked at Orion’s spike. It was already leaking lubricant and almost pulsing with charge.

Orion shifted and D-16 realized he had been staring. He pressed his dermas to Orion’s and cupped his faceplate, using his other servo to push himself up slightly. D-16 pulled away after a few moments and positioned himself above Orion’s spike, biting his derma. Orion’s optics widened as he realized what D-16 was doing.

“Dee–”

“I want you, Orion Pax,” D-16 murmured against Orion’s audial, making him shiver. “I want you so deep in me that I cannot walk tomorrow.” Orion swallowed a lump in his now dry throat and nodded. D-16 chuckled. “Do I finally have you at a loss for words?”

Orion nodded again. D-16 hummed, guiding Orion’s servos to his aft, which Orion gave a light squeeze. He lowered himself on Orion’s spike, slowly, taking in all of his length as he bit back a moan. It was big, and it almost hurt going in, but the lubricant from D-16’s previous overload made his valve slick enough to take him. Orion held his breath from the moment his spike began to enter D-16, only releasing it with a soft moan as D-16 took in all of his spike.

D-16 took a shaky breath and lifted himself up slowly, adjusting to the feeling of Orion’s spike inside of him. He fit Orion so well, and as he lowered himself back down onto Orion’s spike, he moaned. He continued going up and down on Orion’s spike, eventually finding a rhythm.

Orion moaned loudly and squeezed D-16’s aft tightly, nearly denting his plating. D-16 huffed out a laugh between his own moans as he watched Orion, whose optics were glowing brighter than before as he leaned his helm back and watched D-16 ride him.

“Dee– Dee, you– Hah! You feel so good–” Orion could hardly catch his breath between his moaning. D-16 could feel charge building in him again as Orion’s spike slid in and out of him. His faceplate was warm and he tried to kiss Orion, but it was difficult as he rode him. Orion gripped his aft tightly as D-16 took in more of his spike, bucking his hips up slightly in tandem with D-16.

The charge was building fast as D-16 bounced up and down on Orion’s spike, panting and moaning. He finally felt it burst, washing over him again as he sank into Orion’s lap, lost to the pleasure of his overload. Orion was not there yet, and he lifted D-16 by his aft, still deep inside his valve, and lowered him backward onto the rock floor of the cavern. He thrust into D-16, pressing their dermas together before D-16 could so much as register the change in position or catch his breath.

After a few more thrusts, D-16 felt warmth explode in his valve as Orion overloaded with a gasping moan. He caught himself on his elbow beside D-16’s head, his spike still inside as he caught his breath. Their dermas quickly found each other again and they kissed, softly and lazily, their processors still sorting through their overloads.

“Dee–” Orion murmured against his dermas, cupping his faceplate. “How are you feeling?”

D-16 hummed and leaned into Orion’s servo. “I feel amazing.”

Orion laughed softly and kissed him once more. They laid there for a while, the energon crystals glowing brightly above them, speaking softly of everything and nothing.

#transformers #transformers one #maccadam #tf one #d 16 #d 16 x orion pax #orion pax #optimus prime #megaop #megatron #apples words #spicy apples

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exorcqism · 11 months ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

„𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃”

: ̗̀➛ GENERAL CONTENT!!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, possible gore, blood, death (?). not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.40K

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; imma switch it up a lil. i been going through writers block cuz i can barely think of plots for myself. sum scary cuz why not??

REBLOG TO SUPPORT MEEEEE AND IF YOU WANT MORE :D

what a night. an incredible amount of men and women died this particular night. interesting. why? how? who would’ve done such a thing? a pure red dagger cut through the flesh of these people. now, these cuts weren’t quite deep at first…but they began to get more deep and the deaths were more brutal than the last.

bleeding through the mask, a red substance peered out of the fabric of the eyeholes. a 5’11 figure, wearing an all black robe looked down at their victim. they bend down before stabbing into their victim repeatedly.

the deed was done. “that was easy…” they thought. they would remove the mask to give themself some air. they took a breath. a pair of dead eyes fluttered, adjusting to the dark room that was lit with dim lights. eyes narrowed, staring at the blood that was splattered across the floor and the wall before a sinister smile stretched across their lips.

a beautiful night it was…for him, that is.

“that’s so sad…all those poor people.” your mother said as she looked at the tv, explaining the incidents. you sucked on your bottom lip, feeling the unsettling energy kick into your system. finding all those bodies around the shibuya station. you heard a name being tossed around called the “shibuya slasher”.

it felt like a horror movie. hearing this made your stomach turn. your mother placed your dinner down in front of you and smiled softly. “you eat good, okay? and don’t waste it. put it in the refrigerator or the microwave if you don’t want it.”

you nod at your mother’s simple request and begin to eat after thanking her. you turn the channel to something more happy. you didn’t wanna be depressed and scared while you ate your favorite meal.

later that evening, you make your mother aware that you would be hanging out with your boyfriend for a couple hours. though, she agreed that this was fine, she’d warn you about the shibuya slasher one final time. you assure her that you’d be fine and you leave in a hurry.

two twintails bounced lightly as the owner’s head turned to look at you. their lips stretched into a smile as you entered the car.

“hey,” the deep voice says, sounding slightly excited at the sight of you. it was definitely a change compared to how he usually sounded. his voice was low adverb and it would catch you off guard if you never heard it or if the room was filled with silence and he began to speak.

“hi, cho!” you beam at the male, leaning over to kiss his cheek, to which his pale cheeks flushed a reddish color.

“did you hear the news? that slasher case is…interesting.” choso queries as he begins to drive away from your home, on the way to your next destination, wherever it may be. you sigh and nod, not feeling up to talk about the case. you didn’t like it. it made you sick actually.

“yes, i heard,” you reply, “but it’s…not something i wanna talk about now. we should just enjoy our time together…and maybe do our thing.” a smirk is plastered onto your face and choso has that usual dull expression on his face but he nods.

“very well…”

the two of you spent your evening at a fair, playing the games, eating…even though choso wasn’t really eating. he was just enjoying his time with you. before the night was over, the male had gone do the bathroom, washing the blood from his hands after he had finished another deed. just the sight of seeing you talking to another man drove him up the wall.

it was a bit hard for him to kill in a social setting like this but his body reacted before he could even think. choso came back to you and took your hand and led you back to you car. as you sat in the passenger seat, you noticed a small red stain on his neck. it looked fresh too.

“um…choso, you got something red on your neck.” you spoke up. you wanted to touch it but you didn’t want to distract choso from driving either.

“nothing.” he answered bluntly.

as the weeks passed on, the shibuya slasher was still on their killing spree. your mother would drill it into your brain to watch your surroundings and be careful to not get kidnapped or anything. as annoying as you thought it was, you know your mother was just looking out for you…so of course you take her advice.

out of curiosity, you and a male friend of yours make your way to shibuya station. because it was a bit late at night, the station was empty. you and your friend would have conversations about anything you could possibly think of. completely ignoring the fact that a killer would be nearby.

this is where the murders took place, after all…

amongst your talking between the two of you, there was a sound. it sounded like footsteps and something dragging. you were pretty sure no one was here…maybe you just assumed and didn’t think that maybe some janitors would be here. even the night security guards would probably be here….but there was no one.

your friend wanders off to go check the sound and tells you to wait…but your anxiety was starting to kick in and you didn’t wanna be left alone in a station where you could get kidnapped or murdered. you and your friend go towards the sound, you trailing behind because you were that nervous.

the two of you tread lightly and slowly as if you were attempting to sneak around and locate the noise and confront the person…if there is one. but that’s when you saw it…such speed and power. you saw nothing like it….but you did. it was familiar. that red arrow piercing through the flesh and the skull and eventually the brain, drilling a hole into its victims.

you scream and jump back when you see a 5’11 figure wearing a ghostface mask and a black robe, holding a pure red blade. there was a crimson substance staining the mask…but you were guilty. you couldn’t be scared when you were guilty of a killing yourself.

staring down at the body beneath you, you suddenly feel your tense body relax. blood travels over to the drain and you glance up at the figure in front of you who had been in the middle of removing their mask. revealing their true face.

in front of you was a pale face with blood streaming down its nose and cheeks. even on the side of the owner’s head. you also noticed a little bit of blood coming from their ear but it didn’t concern you as much as their dead eyes that had black rings around them and their brown hair sticking to their face.

“there you are, princess,” choso smirked at you, lifting his bloodstained glove to place under your chin, staining your soft brown skin. his eyes traveled down to your outfit.

“did you wear this for me?”

you put your hands around his arm gently and looked up at him. the two of you were smiling at each other as if death was your favorite thing to bond over. well, the both of you had the same game. killing for each other. that was the goal.

“i do everything for you.” you reply. this only made choso’s existing smile grow. it was sinister but there was also something about it that you liked. you couldn’t place a finger on it.

“good girl…”

despite the blood the was covering the both of you, choso smashed his lips against yours, biting and sucking on your lip whenever he got the chance to. you felt his tongue slip into your mouth, making you moan in between the kiss.

he pulled away from you and took a glance down at his mess, then at you. “did i overdo it?”

any normal person would tell him yes but you were obviously just as unhinged as he was. you shake your head no as your answer.

“no…you didn’t do anything wrong.” you answered. “you just wanted to keep me safe, right?”

“that’s right. i just wanted to keep you safe.” choso dropped the mask down and pushed a lot of pressure against his blade, making it shatter.

“and nobody will ever get near you again.”

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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mrghostrat · 1 year ago

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OK IM ANSWERING ASKS!! open for some delightful streamer au headcanons

Anonymous asked:

ohh y'all mentioned how crowley / aziraphale would react to edits and ... oh god the chaos of a media share stream crowley would ABSOLUTELY be swarmed with simping clips, no matter how good he thinks he is at copyright striking oh and song requests after singing reveal oh ANDDD things in French that are just. vile (complementary) he would probably not do media shares for a looooooong while after that lmao

this has such chat jukebox energy oh my god. i love media streams, they're insanity, which makes them perfect for crowley.

and poor sod, when he finally thinks he's escaped the last of the simp clips, chat starts sending him seemingly "innocuous" songs to play. good old fashioned lover boy. pale blue eyes. a nightingale sang. HMMM there seems to be a theme here........

@genderlessjacky asked:

okay okay "How Long Can We Protect Aziraphale From Dying game" is amazing , love it , no criticisms at all . but what if we go the other way Aziraphale is a GOD at COD or Halo or whatnot lets just say before he became a cozy streamer , he used to play like a crapton of shooter games when he was younger or when they came out and played them for YEARS in his younger ages until he got bored and started baking and reading and stuff , discovered it was his passion and continues doing it , streams it ectect and when this happens everyone expects like "Omg he is gonna get killed in the first 5 seconds but ends up carrying the entire team to victory and everyone is like "WHAT." so confused that this innocent , plump old angelic man who cooks and reads and barates anyone who swears , got 20 kills in a row in COD?? while not swearing and barating anyone in chat who does?? is my life a lie???????? Bonus : Crowley , Anathama and Newton had no knowledge of this. at all. like he just assumed that they already knew he was really good at this and when they ask him ab it he goes like "hm? i thought you already knew?" and the others going "WELL CLEARLY NOT."

aziraphale is a man of many talents 😂 i personally can't picture him enjoying games that revolve around killing and hurting people, but i love when he can constantly surprise everyone and crowley with out of pocket talents and hobbies ehehehe

Anonymous asked:

I would like to suggest the Western Hognose as a most patient and cuddly snake to be delivered during snake delivery, they are funky little tubes with no neck and cute upturned snoots

UGH THEY'RE SO CUTE I WANNA KISS EM. i drew crowley's snake as a big black python but now i can't stop imagining him with a little guy that hides up his sleeve while he games and is small enough that people might not notice it immediately......... aziraphale's hand reaching into frame with a guy wrapped around it, and they just kind of sit there half holding hands while they wait for the snake to slither from one wrist to another.

Anonymous asked:

Your art inspires a hc…. Someone (Crowley, probably) gets Aziraphale a pair of purple round glasses and when the do streams together they match

omg aziraphale with blue light glasses that look like his little reading glasses from the show 🥺

@samsteacup asked:

So Streamer AU won't leave my mind. So I gotta share this. I understand if you don't put it into your ff, it's your story but your followers might enjoy it. :D 1. Aziraphale collaborates in Crowley's stream where they wanna play a game. (some shooter) and they set up Aziraphale character together but Aziraphale spends way too long to perfect him. Crowley is all patient and all and then when they start playing Aziraphale just can't handle the controls for the love of god. So Crowley helps him and it's a fucking disaster, he's furiously protecting Aziraphale in game while simultaneously trying to explain to him what to do. But Crowley is incredibly patient, even when they lose because Aziraphale accidentally shoots someone from their own team. The chat loses it because he usually is so short tempered in streams. Aziraphale is still a bit overwhelmed and frustrated that he completely ignores the chat. Which is good because people are shipping them to death and writing the wildest (naughtiest) theories of what already happened to make Crowley so gentle and patient. So Crowley just bans them all. 2. Another collaboration but this time on Aziraphale's channel. They are baking Christmas cookies together while talking about the holidays, gift buying, songs and other cute traditions/Christmas memories. While preparing the dough Crowley is a bit too aggressive while kneeding the wet with the dry ingredients and he gets a cloud of flour into his face. Aziraphale chuckles and cleans his face with some wash cloth. They continue baking and having a great time. Though Crowley constantly steals the leftover dough from Aziraphale, after he punches out the forms with the cutter. While waiting for the cookies to bake and cool, they start making the icing and drink wine. Crowley kinda overdoes it with the wine and gets a bit tipsy. So at some point he just dips his finger in icing and holds it to Aziraphale's face, who gets all flustered but eventually eats the icing of Crowley's finger. (Which will definitely not end up a GIF that forever haunts both of them in their streams) When they finally start icing the cookies, Crowley is not just tipsy anymore but properly drunk. So half of the Santa cookies get penises or boobs or both. And Aziraphale just rolls his eyes, says "You're being silly" (yes, exactly in that voice!) and takes away the wine from Crowley.

what the fuck im so FED

crowley switching on his patience to help aziraphale in a new situation like 😭 "i won't leave you on your own"

IT SOUNDS LIKE CROWLEY JUST STRAIGHT UP FORGETS THEY'RE LIVE and gets caught up just havin a fun time oh my lord!! 😭😭😭

@squirrellegion26 asked:

hiiiiii hi hi SIR IM ADDRESSING UR STREAMER AU. im in love with itttttt buttt what if what if what if crowley’s head pops up in one of azi’s streams like a frickin cat over the counter and chat is like “ohhh myyy goodness he’s adorable!!!” and azi’s like “oh, hello, my dear” and then crowley’s like “see ya peace” and then slinks back to whatever dark hole he slithered out of anyway SO MUCH LOVE TO UR AU I LOVE IT I CANT WAIT UNTIL UR FIC COMES OUT I LOVE U OKAY BYR

thpfht it's giving

Anonymous asked:

I just found your good omens streamer au and I'm instantly obsessed, I love the concept and ideas so much. This scenario instantly came into my head aswell and I wanted to share!! Like Crowley just did a really long stream and wants to go sleep and doesn't end up fully stopping the stream by accident, so the viewers see him after he thinks he ended stream and he just calls out "Angel, I need hugs now" and just walks off without knowing the stream is still going. And everyone in chat goes crazy trying to let anyone know the stream is still going but also with the fact they saw Crowley switch to his soft side so quickly!! And either Anathema calls Crowley to tell him it's still going and he runs back cursing to turn it off... OR...Aziraphale goes into the room to maybe collect the mug of coffee he made for Crowley and finds the stream still going and the chat going MAD over it trying to get his attention but also freaking out that it's Aziraphale.

oh lord have mercy on m for all this second hand anxiety but

you GOT ME with the mask switching from streamer mode to soft tired angel hugs mode, i'm punching myself in the face

i imagine that footage of aziraphale walking onto crowley's room for mug collection is like cryptid footage that occasionally circulates the gossip subreddits even after crowley has deleted the vod

Anonymous asked:

i literally just found your streamer AU and i have read EVERY MORSEL YOU HAVE ABOUT IT. i am so excited to read the fic when you’re finished with it! all i can think about is Aziraphale sliding things under Crowleys door if its locked while he’s streaming. and its the most random things every time, and of course it gets turned into a compilation posted somewhere. i just think that idea is silly. AGAIN I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS AND EVERYTHING YOU SHARE ABOUT IT!! 💕

hthfph THANK YOU FOR SHARING HEADCANONS i mean it, it's so fun and silly and i love that everyone is getting into this together ✨

#ineffable streamers #ask a rat

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kyupidos · 1 year ago

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08/19/23 — twisted wonderland <3

a happy birthday — summary. ‘their s/o’s birthday has come up, so they decide to celebrate it.”

characters ;; first years , tags ;; reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, romantic fluff

a/n ( finally, a group of characters that isn’t dorm based. this was inspired by 1) their prefect bday voicelines & 2) my bday is in two days !! won’t be able to post then, since i’m in peru and i’ll be visiting oxapampa that day, so i’m posting this now. and if it happens to be your birthday too, happy birthday! ( edited 9/11/24 to fit current format )

a. trappola

— of course, you being so friendly with heartslabyul, it’s without a doubt ace would quickly convince riddle to hold a birthday party for you there. it’s your birthday, after all, and he wants to go all out for his lover, so why not hold it at the place known for birthday parties? or, unbirthday parties, rather, but details, details.

— he can be rather teasing about you being the center of attention, but the funny thing is, he’s the one treating you as such in the first place. “hey, don’t you know it’s my partner’s birthday? that means they can do whatever they want!” it’s a little embarrassing honestly, but he does it with good intentions.

— prior to your birthday, when you were talking about what you hoped to receive as gifts, he may have acted like he wasn’t listening, but you better put your trust in the fact that he was paying attention to every single word. he does his best to get you what you want, but if for some reason he can’t, he’ll gift you the madol he was already saving so you can get whatever you want.

d. spade

— though he’s not sure about planning a huge party for you like ace, deuce will certainly take it upon himself to take you on a nice date. wherever on sage’s island you’d like to visit, he’s willing to take you, after all, he wasn’t saving up all that madol for nothing. you’re his beloved, and he wants to treat you like royalty.

— along the way, he does hope to make it as romantic as possible as with each place you visit he gives you another gift. at the beach he’ll gift you something he knows you’ve been longing for, and at the park he’ll gift you something that he’s heard you talk about from time to time. when he does give those things to you, he politely waits to see your reaction to see if you like it or not.

— he also asks trey how to make a cake, as he wants to treat you a nice dessert as well, once you’re back from your date. he’d like for you to have something that he made you. it’s not super complex and it doesn’t taste like the best cake in the world, but he made it with love, so he hopes you’ll accept that much.

j. howl

— he isn’t sure how you’d like to celebrate your birthday, but whatever you plan, jack will come along with you willingly. though if he had to take you out somewhere, seeing as he’s the sporty type, perhaps he’d take you out on a run on sage island’s beach. and then, once that’s over with, brings you to a nice restaurant to restore your energy.

— you’re his lovely s/o, so he’s adamant on treating you with love and care. if you’re not already full after the restaurant, then he’s fully prepared to make you a lovely birthday meal using savanaclaw’s food supply. after all, he wants you to be in good health. not to say he wouldn’t serve you a nice cake just because it’s sugary, though. it’s your birthday, and you’re well deserving of a sweet treat, no?

— he pays good attention to the things you like, so best believe he’ll also be giving you a nice gift as well. a good listener he is, paying ever so close attention to the things that catch your eye, and the things you bring up just a little more often than other things. he absolutely won’t hesitate when gifting you the best of the best.

e. felmier

— certainly, a birthday with epel is a birthday well spent. he’s more than welcome to make you some sweet apple related treats, like pies and cakes and some delicious beverages too—anything for his partner, of course. you’d almost think your birthday was apple themed, with all that he makes you.

— as for his present(s) to you, most likely you’ll find him gifting you something style or fashion related. such a thing is the heart of pomefiore, after all. no matter what kind of clothing you’re into, he’s the last person to judge you for it, and encourages you no matter what. so of course, his gift reflects that!

— needless to say, epel is sure to go the extra mile for you. it’s your birthday after all, the best day of the year for both you and him, and he wants to make sure that it shows. he wants you to be happy, so whatever kind of birthday you want, he’ll work hard to make sure it’s a birthday that you can have.

s. zigvolt

— for you, sebek is passionate and ready to celebrate your birthday with you. whatever you may desire he is certain he can give it to you, after all, as even a half fae it’s with ease that he can use his magic to get you something special. quite the opposite of how the stories tell the relationships between human and fae, certainly.

— if it’s a physical gift you’d like, he’ll definitely ask malleus for advice on how to make it or do something alike with magic. if it’s a treat you’d like, then— well, actually, maybe he shouldn’t ask for advice on this one. especially since it’s lilia who’s offering. after all, you’d like something he made himself, right? a gift that came from the heart is a good gift indeed.

— whether you’d like a large scale birthday with the entire school attending or just a date between you and him, he’s going to go all out, as a knight should, so just ask and he’ll prepare. even if you’re hesitant in asking because you think it’s too much to ask for or too expensive. no matter what it may be, he wants to cater to you, so just let him know, he’ll get it for you one way or another.

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kingscourthouse · 5 months ago

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YOU'RE ALSO DOING AN EPIC THE MUSICAL HERMIT AU?? :O

TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT /nf ofc I'm just really curious as to how our ideas compare and contrast :D

I'll be honest it's not really set in stone. It started as a joke concept of Boat Boys since I was talking to my friend about how they're obsessed but infatuated like how Odysseus is with Penelope in the Odessey.

It's very loosely based on Epic since there's some things in epic that would be hard to work around and also I feel bad putting some people in certain roles. Since it's loosely based on it, everything I post about it won't always be following the story because I had this really stupid idea of Grian following Scar to the underworld after he died bc he's in love. /silly

Over all its a very stupid au.

Mainly its Joel fighting in the war for years so he can return to Etho. Unlike Odysseus though, Joel carries an oar given to him from Etho everywhere he goes. The end is sharpened into a spear and is enchanted with fire aspect. The bands wrapped around his arms are from Scar who believes they will bring him safety. Throughout the journey, Joel will cycle through a lot of looks as he grows in age and changes. Near the end of the war and beginning of the story, he's inspired by his Stratos outfit. As he's in the underworld his hair grows out and covers more, he looks more like (my design) of Bad Boy Joel from Limited Life. Only difference is that instead of his hair being wild, it's long braids that he's never touched. And then when he finally returns home he'll look more like his skins in the early Life Series with long hair, long beard and obviously out for blood. He's a man with a trail of bodies and isn't afraid to leave more.

Beef takes the place of Eurlylocus, as Joel's second in command and a brother in arms. Beef is the one of the people always by his side and knows what Joel is fighting for. He makes the most level headed decisions but won't hesitate when he thinks it's time to kill or leave. While Joel wants a peaceful way out, Beef will do what it takes to make sure their men survive. When perishing in the storm, Beef is found with Scar in the underworld. Speaking of llamas-

Scar takes the place of Polites. Throughout the story the amount of scars he has grows from his working on the ship. Most on his face and chest are from the war, but a good portion of the ones on his arms are from working on the galley. He uses a bow and his sharp aim had gained him a title in the war, but he's actually fairly strong, tying ropes around his arms and fallen men to drag them across the battlefield. He'll tie the rope to multiple oars on the ship so people can have breaks. A lot of his scars are barely seen as scars now and more as his stories. A walking display of honour and comradery. Some say he was blessed by one of the gods for his silliness and bravery. Sometimes being near him you can hear faint laughter. Some think it's the messenger god. Others believe it's the vex that haunt the lotus eaters. Scar is a mystery to a lot of them.

Now that we got the boring ones out of the way (/that's a joke, I love them)

THE GODS

From what ones I've posted so far there's a few that I think I've finally settled on.

Skizz takes the place of Posiden. And yeah yeah I hear you, Xb would've made a great Posiden he's literally known for guardian stuff. But while I agree, I think Skizz would make a better fit to match the energy and motives from the musical.

Instead of Skizz having a son and that's what sends him into drowning Joel's ship, Skizz made a friend. Which is odd for the gods seeing as they're above everything. Skizz found a cyclops one day on the shores with his sheep. He would spend his days around it til eventually the cyclops just told him he knew he was there. Weirdly enough, he ended up becoming really attached to this cyclops. They became close friends and something that Skizz really cared about, even if he couldn't see him that often without being caught or seen. When Skizz returns one day to see that his friend is blinded and suffering, he goes into a rage and follows Joel to make him pay.

The cyclops is Impulse. He's kind, but if you wrong him then it's over. His sheep were a gift from Skizz and to have them slaughtered is a crime that won't go unpunished.

Gem is Athena. I actually struggled with who to make Athena because so many of them would make a great Athena. Honestly all the female hermits I've struggled with. Gem is Athena, the god of wisdom and war. She helps Joel until she realises the mistake she's made and leaves him to suffer his own consequences. Gem can take the disguise of a deer and sometimes owl. She was gifted her two fish, Aylin and Lucien, by whoever will be Circe. One of the moon and one of light. They are disguised under her cloak as a part of the patterns she wears but are used as messangers and omens for those who look. Her fish are actually how she found out that Skizz had gotten attached to Impulse. She promised she wouldn't tell and mostly teases him about it.

GRIAN. Ough sorry but I LOVE how Hermes is depicted in Epic. There's no way I couldn't make him Grian. He has a habit of watching everything that's happening. Especially with Scar. He'd whiz through the battlefield unseen by the gods just to grant him small blessings at a time to aid his fight. When he returned eventually to the ship and found that a bunch of men had died, including Scar, he started taking longer trips to the underworld. It's not often he stops to sightsee. Always places to go, places to be, orders to be carried out and messages to be sent. But for once he doesn't take the quickest route. Will take detours. He won't get close, he never has and never will. But he'll spot Scar's spirit mindlessly singing and spreading hope throughout the underworld, and will enjoy it for only a moment before leaving. When helping Joel, he wants nothing more than to see him escape safely. Though he does mess with him a bit. Pulling a few pranks here and there until he reveals himself. After the underworld saga, Grian is seen carrying Scar's old bow that had been blessed by him. If anyone asks he'd just say that he was taking back what was rightfully his. He has no use for it, but it is his none the less.

Circe and Aeolus are still in the works because as I said before, I keep switching the female hermits to and fro and can't decide. Though I've got an idea of who I want them to be.

Idk man this whole au was supposed to be a joke to teach my friend about the Odessey through Epic and it somehow became serious and I really like it and like designing it and oh my god I cannot wait for Thunder saga because then we get to see more of the full pantheon and I already have ideas of who's gonna be who.

But yeah. That's ehhh.... That's all I can think of off the top of my head. What's hard is not confusing this with my Hades au which is a whole 'nother can of worms I do NOT wanna touch rn XD

#etm au #geminitay #skizzleman #impulsesv #grian #goodtimeswithscar #joel smallishbeans #vintagebeef #There's so many more details but I'm busy today so maybe I'll talk more about it #Who knows #brambles of rambles

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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I want to see a fic that is basically the Sleeping Beauty once upon a dream scene except with Reader x Noir pls.

hello anon !! sure thing >:D man this song's an earworm ngl, I HOPE YOU LIKE THISSSS <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

we met once upon a dream — spider noir x reader (sleeping beauty inspired fic)

summary: you swore you knew him from somewhere, sometime; you felt a little weird seeing him again though, like he's a stranger, but... a familiar stranger. word count: 1,192 a/n: this was such a cute concept like owemji I WANNA MAKE ONE FOR MIGUEL NEXT of course you do hayop na kairi ka at siyempre magiging angst siya kasi oo

the clacking of heels and murmuring of hushed conversations and giggles in the ballroom was silent, yet deafening to you. you couldn't remember anymore why you agreed to attending this ball or gala or whatever fancy word your friend called it, you were honestly just here for the free liquor, everything else, you could do without. you felt so out of place there, with your most expensive apparel looking like mere rags to the attendees of this shindig; you opted to just stand at the corner and nick a few glasses of wine, champagne, or some other foreign liquors that tasted too tangy, sour, or bourgeois to you.

"i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream."

"what a slow night, huh? they promised it'd be the party of the century, but... i think they forgot to add the 'slumber' before the 'party'." a deep, husky voice joked while you were preoccupied with the bubbles in your champagne. you finally looked up as you heard that voice, your ears perking up the minute you heard him speak. you were greeted to the sight of a tall, fair complexioned young man with black, slicked back hair and round rimmed glasses. he had a noticeable smile, one that only seemed to brighten up the place more than the glass chandeliers and lamps in the ballroom. "oh, sorry, i didn't notice you there." you apologized as the man chuckled. "don't worry about it." he reassured you as he leaned next to you against the wall.

"i know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam."

there was something about this man... he felt familiar somehow, but no name came to mind, nor any place or street when you looked at him. he felt familiar, but you had no idea just who he was. you looked into his eyes, and... you saw something in those beautiful, grayish brownish eyes of his that shone under the chandelier's light; it was shining and almost speaking to you, asking you if you remember him.

"and i know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem,"

"um... care to, uh–" "dance?" you asked him in a slightly sarcastic tone with a sly smile on your face, waiting for him to chuckle it off and ask you if you wanted to get some more liquor like you hoped, but... he instead blushed. he blushed and, from the tips of his ears, down to the bit of his neck that wasn't shunned by his collar, he was covered in a bright pink and red. a charismatic, yet evidently flustered, smile was on his face when you asked that; his eyes grew larger as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "you're too good at reading people..." he muttered with a chuckle as you giggled back at him.

you set your wine glass down and gently took his hand in yours. you raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. "what're you waiting for? the night's young, seize the opportunity to dance with me, mister." you encouraged as he smiled to match your energy and set his own glass down as he followed you on the dance floor. "i'm no mister, i'm... i'm fairly young." he tried to convince you as you ignored his babbling and placed his other hand on your waist, with him shivering in your stead. you laughed a little at his skittishness. "relax, i'm only here to dance, i won't bite, just make sure not to step on my toes, or i will start biting." you teased as he chuckled again. "feisty, i love it." he complimented you as a new song started up, and you recognized it as a slow love song from a movie you loved as a child.

"is that..." "the score for sleeping beauty? i recognized it, too." he said with a slight smile. you looked at him with an impressed grin. "a hundred points, you know your stuff, mister...?" "parker, peter benjamin parker." he finally introduced himself. and you couldn't help yourself, you gasped a little louder and abrupt than you intended. "peter...? peter parker?" you repeated as peter's eyes grew bigger at your visible astonishment. "why, yes... um, is something the matter?" he asked you as your mouth was hung open slightly.

no wonder that smile seemed so familiar to you, it was the smile of the boy who stood up for you when you were being bullied in elementary school. he was the boy who kept you company at lunchtime, who helped you with your homework, who tied a bow in your hair when you felt ugly about your haircut... the boy who asked you out to prom but was too late, and you went with some other boy who was interested in you. he was the sweetest boy you ever knew, and all this time... he came back into your life, just at the most unexpected time.

"but if i know you, i know what you'll do,"

you danced along with him, accidentally stepping on his toes as opposed to him stepping on yours. he chuckled as you apologized hastily, your hands shaking as he held you, your body tensing up as he swayed you. "are you... okay?" he asked you as you seemed despondent at first. "i... i'm sorry i didn't wait for you to ask me out at prom." you muttered.

peter heard your apology and leaned closer to your face as he smiled. "so you're the one i was looking for all this time... i had my suspicions, you were the most beautiful person in this whole gala, how could i have thought you would be another person? and don't worry... life brought many more surprises our way, no?" he said with a brilliant smile as you felt more flustered and embarrassed. he was looking for you, even after all this time?

"do i classify as a stranger to you still?" he asked you in a soft voice with a sweet smile on his face. you tried to match his smile, but ended up wincing. "well... not after you pretty much re-entered my life and welcomed yourself back in, of course not, petey. i... i really missed you." you rambled to peter as an impromptu welcome back into your life, with him blushing and chuckling even more as he dipped you as the music climaxed.

he leaned closer to your face and blushed a deeper shade of crimson. "i really... missed you, too." he said as you got all sheepish and smiled back at him more genuinely and held him tighter. this felt like a dream, this whole night did–it felt like you were asleep your whole life and were living out the loveliest dream you've ever had... and to see him finally after all these years, you felt like tonight could be the start of making up for the lost time that you had wished to spend with him.

"you'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream."

he had been that stranger that wasn't really a stranger; just someone you met once upon a dream.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @thee-fantastic-mrfox @maxoloqy @arachnoia @ophanimgold

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir fluff #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

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natarstyc · 1 month ago

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So, to distract myself a bit, I'm going to make a really long post explaining the piece that took me two weeks to make, I put a lot of effort into it and I'm still not bored of it :D

As some of my drawings, they've been floating around in my head for a while before I decided to sit down and do it, so I had already imagined the general concept a while ago...

Now starting with the character that stars in the piece, my belbic Kai (Belbic is my open species, I don't have updated information but it's basically a rodent the size of a maine coon cat with a huge, colorful tail and ears XD) So Kai is a soldier, he was one of the best friends of the NV main character but he actually has a strong one-sided rivalry with him, he feels jealous of him, also he's irascible and impulsive.

So, taking this into account, the piece is about Kai and his character but it's also inspired by some MARETU songs, especially Mind Brand; The title "Jello Yellow" is a kind of wordplay, Jello for jealous, and Yellow for the predominant color in the work.

It's also my thing to draw characters covered in flowers, particularly tough male characters?? and lately to include certain types of flowers based on their symbolism: In the case of yellow roses they represent jealousy, among other things, and marigolds represent jealousy and in some cultures death.

But also the small ambiguous flowers in the background, I arranged them in a way that they resembled the constellation of Scorpio, which can be associated with Kai by personality according to astrology and the zodiac, coincidentally Kai's tail looks like that of a scorpion itself.

The main color is yellow because it matches Kai's color and the flowers, and because being a warm color it represents more energy (I mean, more than any cold tone)

For the pose there's not much more than me trying to make it feel dynamic but a bit original, and for the style I thought it combined better with my idea but at the same time it's the reason why it took me so long to finish it, Bf says it looks like a manga cover so, successful task I think :3

And, to finish, the process from the first sketch to the final work, yay! (/O wO)/

Transparent background ver and full bg ver for practicality reasons but I like both and can use them for different things (web and print)

-Also, the PSD file for this piece and some others can be found on my Patreon starting at $3 a month✨

If you got this far, then thank you sooo much for reading this huge text, have a cookie and have a good night <3

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beelsnack · 2 years ago

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Nine to Five - Obey Me! Boys and a Burnt-out MC

*crawls out of a trench* I LIVE BITCHES

Sorry I haven't been active, turns out working 40 hours a week is exhausting. Which is what inspired this piece because there are all scenarios I've imagined in order to get myself through a particularly rough shift.

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Lucifer: It smelled like coffee.

The scent was strong enough to give the human pause. Did they make coffee this morning before leaving for work? They honestly couldn’t remember, but even then, there was no way that the smell would still be lingering throughout the house nine hours later.

They probably would have been a bit more curious if the exhaustion of working all day wasn’t pressing down on them. All they could bring themself to think about was falling face-first into bed. Maybe a nice hot shower to relax their sore muscles if they could stay awake long enough. Even just standing in the doorway taking their shoes off was draining what last precious bits of energy they had.

“Oh, good, you’re back.”

They yelped, almost slamming their head against the wall as they jumped at the sudden noise.

Standing in the doorway, taking a sip of coffee out of one of their old, slightly chipped mugs, was Lucifer.

“I - huh - you - Lucifer?” they stammered, reeling from the absurdity of the situation. The Avatar of Pride looked completely out of place in their dingy one-bedroom apartment.

“Are you surprised?” he smirked, placing the mug on the coffee table on his way across the room. “You’ve been so busy with work these days, I figured I would come visit you.”

“But aren’t you busy too?” the human asked, finally managing to kick their shoes back into place and meeting Lucifer by the table. “Making sure your brothers don’t set the Devildom on fire?”

“My dear, I would set the Devildom on fire myself if it meant spending an evening with you after so long,” Lucifer engulfed them in a hug, and for a moment they allowed themself to melt into the familiar warmth before they pulled away to look at him.

“So you left Barbatos in charge, right?”

“Of course.”

Mammon: They hated taking the bus.

Standing around in freezing weather waiting for it was awful, it was always crowded and it was late a solid sixty percent of the time, if it even showed up at all. But it was cheaper than buying gas, and parking where they lived was a nightmare, so they had to pick the lesser of two evils.

At least there was room in the shelter this time. The plexiglass didn’t do much to protect them from the wind and the freezing rain, but it was better than nothing.

Shivering, they stared out at the cars driving past with slight envy. Some heat sounded lovely right about now. Even though they were wearing gloves and had their hands shoved in their pockets, they could still feel the tips of their fingers beginning to go numb.

One of the cars pulled up to the stop. A sleek, silver sports car with tinted windows, definitely the kind that had heated seats. It wasn’t that unusual from someone to get dropped off at the bus stop, so the human didn’t really pay thay much attention until the window rolled down.

“Hey, need a ride?”

THe human’s head snapped up at the sound of the voice. “Mammon?”

“The one and only,” Mammon grinned at them from behind his shades. “Damn, you do this every day? How haven’t you gotten frostbite yet?”

“Humans aren’t that fragile,” the human huffed, stepping up to the car. “But there have been a few close calls.”

“Well, come on, then, get in,” Mammon motioned to them with his head. “Lucifer will string me up if he hears I let your fragile human fingers fall off, and there’s a line of cars behind me about to get real mad.”

They could see the other people at the bus shelter staring at them in the reflection of the car, so they quickly opened the door and hopped in. Almost immediately, feeling began to return to their extremities, and they sighed as Mammon started driving. “Thanks, Mammon.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mammon replied, reaching over to hit a button on the dashboard. Yup, called it, heated seats. “Can’t have my human freezing to death.”

Leviathan: “You’re late.”

It would never fail to surprise them how well the internet connection worked between dimensions. There was no way Levi should be able to voice chat with them from the Devildom but here they were.

“Sorry,” they mumbled, adjusting their headset. “Just got home, boss asked me to stay another hour since someone called off.”

“Tch,” Levi clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Sounds annoying.”

“Kinda,” they shrugged. “But money’s money, y’know?”

“You sound like Mammon,” Levi snorted. “Don’t go doing shady things to pay off debts.”

“I’m not doing anything shady,” they laughed. “Aside from indulging in capitalism but I don’t have much of a choice in that.”

“Rip.”

They were about to reply when they got a glimpse of themself in the camera. Oof, they looked rough. Their hair was messy, they were practically sliding down their desk chair, and they looked like they were about to fall asleep.

Apparently Levi noticed as well, because his expression twisted into something like concern. “You alright?”

“It was very people-y out today,” the human replied, shrugging. Now that the work flow state had been interrupted, the tiredness was started to seep in and they realized how exhausted they were. But Levi and them gamed the same time every week, and it was the only thing giving them incentive to not just crawl into bed and hide from the world.

“We don’t have to play tonight,” Levi said. “If you’re too tired.”

“No, I want to!” they sat up straighter in their chair. “Really, I do.”

“The raid will still be going on tomorrow,” Levi said, clicking around at something on his screen. “...Yup, 13 hours remaining. You’re not going to be much help if you pass out mid-dungeon, so let’s just save it for later.”

“Levi, are you prioritizing me over video games?” the human play-gasped, pressing a hand to their chest in sarcastic shock. “Be still my heart!”

“Sh-Shut up!” he stammered, blush visible even in the blue light coming from his computer screen. “I’m just not missing out on good loot because you can’t stay awake! It’s not because I care about your wellbeing or anything!”

“Oh my God, you tsundere,” they laughed. “Fine, I’ll go take a nap.”

Satan: “...and then, there was this other guy…”

The human was well aware that they had been ranting and raving for far longer than was probably socially appropriate. But they were tired, both physically and emotionally, and Satan was a great person to bitch to.

The brothers were all under strict orders not to bother them while they were at work, but Satan had heard that and went “challenge accepted.” He showed up after their shift was over to get coffee at least three times a week, and when Lucifer had called him out on it, Satan had smirked and said, “I’m not bothering them while they’re at work, I’m coming to see them after their shift.” And as much as Lucifer had wanted to reprimand him, Satan had gotten him on a technicality.

Satan had long drained his coffee, sitting there and idly drumming his fingers against the empty cup as the human regaled him with horror stories of their job. He looked way more invested than he should have been, honestly.

“Satan, just tell me to shut up already.”

“I would never.”

The human huffed out a laugh, taking a sip of their rapidly-cooling drink. “First of all, you would, and have. Second of all, there is no way you are this into me bitching about people at work.”

“I’m the Avatar of Wrath,” Satan replied. “Bitching is quite literally in my blood. And out of all my brothers, I’m the one who understands how vital it is to let off steam the most.”

“...so then, this absolute Karen comes up…”

Asmodeus: Why did their keys always end up in the bottom of their bag?

All they wanted to do was get inside their apartment and flop down on the nearest comfortable surface, but of course they couldn’t find their keys in the hot mess that was their work bag. They had to be in there, they had definitely locked the door this morning -

“Ugh, honestly, what is taking so long?”

The human froze as their door opened to reveal Asmodeus, clad in a silk pink bathrobe that they could only assume was the only thing making him decent. He was pouting, hands on his hips.

“Asmo, what the actual fu-”

“I wanted to see your surprised face when you walked in and saw me all spread out on your bed, but you were taking too long!” he huffed.

“How did you get in my house?” they asked.

“That’s not important!” Asmo grabbed their sleeve and tugged them inside. “The important part is that I have a surprise for you! Well, more than just me being here, which is a delightful surprise all on its own!”

He guided them into their bedroom, gesturing to their bed with a flourish. “Ta-da!”

In the center of the bed was a very large basket filled with various types of spa supplies. Different scented body washes, bath salts, scrubs, face masks, all arranged neatly in the basket with a pink bow tied around the handle.

“Whoa, you got all of this for me?” they asked, stepping up to inspect the products. Quite a few of them were stuff they had complimented Asmo on in the past, but there were a few things that seemed like the demon had tailored them specifically to things that they liked.

“Of course!” Asmo grinned. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone lately, darling, I can tell. No human of mine is going to have eye bags unless they’re Prada.”

Instinctively, they touched the skin beneath their eyes. Did they really look that bad?

“Oh, don’t look so worried,” Asmo took their face in his hands, thumbs training over their cheekbones. “I’m going to take good care of you tonight.”

Beelzebub: “I really forgot my lunch.”

They could kick themself, they really could. They had been in such a rush to get out the door this morning that they left their lunch on the counter. By the time they realized it, they were already clocking in for their shift. Now they were left staring longingly at the empty spot in the fridge where their lunch would be and trying not to think about how hungry they were.

“Hey,” one of their coworkers called their name. “Some guy out there is looking for you.”

“Huh?” they asked. “Who?”

“Didn’t say his name,” their coworker responded. “Really tall, ginger, built like a brick shit house -”

“Beel?” they stood from their seat. “What would he be doing here?”

Their coworker shrugged, going over to the cupboard to get a plate. “Dunno, but he’s out there.”

Frowning in confusion, they left the break area and poked their head around the corner. Sure enough, there stood Beelzebub in all of his excessively jacked glory. Even in his human form he made most humans look like toys.

“Beel, what are you doing here?” they made their way over to him. When he noticed them, his face broke out into a wide grin and he reached down to envelope them in a hug. Even in their confusion, they couldn’t resist hugging him back.

“I brought you lunch,” he said, voice rumbling through his torso as he spoke. It took a minute for the human to register what he was saying.

“What?”

“You said you forgot your lunch, so I brought you some,” he held out the bag of fast-food. “You should probably take it before I eat it.”

They had texted Beel earlier bemoaning their forgotten lunch bag, since he would be the most sympathetic towards their plight, but they didn’t think he would actually bring them lunch. They were almost crying with gratitude as they took the bag out of his hands. “Thanks so much, Beel, you’re a lifesaver!”

Beel grinned. “Of course. I would never let you go hungry.”

Belphegor: “You should take a sick day.”

The human shot Belphie a glare, sniffling. “It’s just a cold, Belphie.”

The Avatar of Sloth had invited himself into their apartment, even though he knew they had work in a few hours. At first, they had been impressed that he had managed to get himself up that earlier, but then they realized that it was probably more likely that he had slept all day the day before and was just nocturnal.

“So?” he asked, stretching himself across their bed. At least he had had the decency to take his shoes off before crashing. “You humans get sick so easily, if you don’t rest up and get better you might die.”

“Not dying from a cold, Belphie,” they replied, rolling their eyes at him in their reflection as they continued getting ready. They talked a big game, but they felt like garbage. It felt like all of the mucus in their body had traveled to their head and someone had run them over with a truck.

“I thought I was stubborn,” Belphie sighed. He sat up suddenly, leaning forward to wrap his arms around their waist and pull them backwards into the bed. They yelped, thrashing a bit before Belphie maneuvered them into a more comfortable position. “You’re sick, so call off. Your shift doesn’t start for another two hours.”

“But-”

“It’s just going to get worse if you don’t rest,” Belphie put a hand to their forehead. “Are you running a fever? I can never tell with humans, are you supposed to be hotter or colder than demons?”

“How would I know that?” they grumbled, making a valiant but ultimately futile effort to not sink down into the pillows. Belphie was good at making them sleepy on a good day, but when they were sick? Game over. And maybe they did feel a little warm…

“Ugh, fine, maybe I should call off.” they huffed, reaching for their phone. “How dare you be right?”

“Sorry I make better decisions than you do.”

“Don’t make fun of my choices, you were one of them.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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lululawrence · 26 days ago

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I'm way too lazy to see if these have been asked lmao.

If these have been asked go to the next number loll

7, 28, 77, 88, 102.

If these have been asked lmk I'll ask more numbers lol

see, that's the fun of this set up. multiple people can ask for the same page and still get different fics since each one can hold up to 20 hehe

that said, i think i'll do something a bit different for yours and i'll give you a single fic off of each page instead of three fics off of one :D

page 7 of my ao3 bookmarks includes...

Train Tracks and Porcelain by jaerie / @jaerie

At the first hint of light, Louis was slowly brought back to consciousness by the growing swell of activity around him. It started in the distance with loud clanks and clatters and rose with the hollers of men and thudding of boots against the solid earth. He listened as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes and tried to place any sounds he was familiar with. It took him too long to remember that he wasn’t back in his rented room. The energy was what floated to him next, a buzz that made him peek through the leaves to see what was going on.

The next moments happened in the strange slow motion of dawn. Shadows were forming into people and things and, there in the middle of it, Louis watched the humongous head of an elephant emerge from a box car right in front of his eyes.

Or a Water For Elephants inspired AU

page 28 of my ao3 bookmarks includes...

Frankly My Dear, I Don't Give a Damn by MsHydeStylinson / @mizzhydes

Harry wakes up with a god awful hangover and soon discovers there are pictures of him and a hot guy blasted all over social media. The problem is, Harry has no idea who this mystery man is, and doesn’t even remember meeting him...

With their newfound compatibility and a dash of sexual chemistry, things quickly heat up between them. The plan was to have fun with the remaining days that Louis is in Los Angeles, nothing too serious, and get back to the real world in the UK. Well, sometimes things don’t always go as planned.

Or,

It felt almost impossible how swiftly and powerfully love had hit him when he finally had found the person to fall into it with. It was never meant to be like this. Three more days and Louis would be gone; out of his life almost as soon as he had appeared. From the beginning there had been this silent agreement about how their relationship would be and it had always come with an expiration date and at the time Harry had figured that it was better than nothing from Louis at all.

But now, after his realisation, he wasn’t ready to give up so quickly. Harry decided in that moment there must be a way to change their trajectory.

page 77 includes...

Gracious Goes the Ghost of You by haloeverlasting / @haloeverlasting

And there it was again. That heaviness, that shift in the air that makes everything feel just a little slower. It’s like just moving forward makes him sore from the exertion. It’s not in the least physical, it’s his heart and mind and soul that feels stretched and pushed too far. It’s those moments, where his heart feels like it’s thudding only because it still can, that Louis feels the itch to glance at the clock. When he aches to know how long it’s been and maybe a part of him is wondering how long it will be. If this time, when he checks the clock, he’ll feel the same shame for his long stint of grief, but it will be followed by some sort of pride. He’s made it this far, and “because it still can” is a perfectly good reason for his heart to keep beating.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asks.

Louis hums, shifting a little to rest his head on top of Harry’s. “Is this your new question?"

“Yeah,” he whispers, softly.

“Just… thinking about how long it’s been. And how long it may be before it doesn’t hurt so much anymore."

Harry is a ghost who comes to visit. Louis feels like a ghost, himself. In forgiveness, they find their way back to life.

page 88 includes...

Paint You By Numbers by shrdmdnssftw this fic is locked and therefore requires an ao3 account to read

Originally written for the prompt Louis didn't know he could get pregnant and ends up getting impregnated by some guy he doesn't even remember the face of the next morning. Harry is there for him. They fall in love.

and lastly, page 102 includes...

Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

Choose one of my 103 pages of bookmarks in AO3 and I'll give you a random selection of fics from that page!

#asks #himynameiszayn #fic rec #sunshine project #okay picking just one fic off of each of those pages was a lot of fun! hehe #hope you like the little compilation you got #and holy wow rntm was bookmarked back in nov 2014 #which was way before it was finished lmao #anyway...

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the-guy-with-the-tourette · 2 months ago

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Heya, wanna hear my little idea of a ttrpg system? :D | Oie, quer ouvir minha ideiazinha de um sistema de rpg de mesa? :D

Okay, let's start simple, I had a cool little idea of a universe that I wanted to make, and I originally was going to make it into a game, but then I thought an ttrpg was the better fit. Anyways after a little brainstorming I decided to make a cool little system for it. I call it S&C which is short for Stones and Crystals (name was thought up by my brother and very clearly inspired by D&D, just like the system) the name comes from the fact that stones are clearly important for the ancients and crystal are what ancients make when they want to make silly monster guys (who sometimes are also little). I won't explain exactly what are ancients but they are the only different humanoid species that there is outside of half ancients which don't count in my book, but they are created when a large amount of ancient energy and matter (of any kind) are focused in a single area, and end up creating a talisman of that element which after 4 days create a consciousness and after a few years create a whole body based around someone they liked, if there is no one. They might create a body which they find useful. But enough of ancients let's talk about books, I plan on writing three books about the system, book one to help create a character and explain the world, book two to explain the combat system and some weapons and finally book three which has yet to been finished is about the enemies and allies of the world. I have book one and two, but three is on the works. And my problem lies on the fact that I have no good playtesters, so I decided to come to Tumblr to get some quality advice on the system because if the videos are accurate, you guys get it. So if you want to criticize every fiber of my being, you can. That's why I came here. Anyways here's the books enjoy. Oh yeah also I took some inspiration of Ordem Paranormal in case you're from Brasil and like it there may be some parts you'll find familiar.

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Okay, vamos começar de forma simples, eu tinha uma pequena ideia legal de um universo que queria fazer, e originalmente iria transformá-lo em um jogo, mas então pensei que um rpg de mesa seria a melhor opção. De qualquer forma, depois de um pouco de brainstorming, decidi fazer um pequeno sistema legal para isso. Eu chamo esse sistema de P&C que é a abreviação de Pedras e Cristais (nome foi inventado pelo meu irmão e claramente inspirado em D&D, assim como o sistema) o nome vem do fato de que as pedras são claramente importantes para os anciões e os cristais são o que os anciões fazem quando querem fazer monstros bobos (que às vezes também são picutinhos). Não vou explicar exatamente o que são os anciões, mas eles são as únicas espécies de humanoides diferentes que existem fora dos meio-anciões que não contam na minha opinião, mas anciões são criados quando uma grande quantidade de energia anciã e matéria (de qualquer tipo) ficam focados em uma única área, e acabam criando um talismã desse elemento que após 4 dias criam uma consciência e após alguns anos criam um corpo inteiro baseado em alguém de quem gostaram, se não houver ninguém. Eles podem criar um corpo que considerem útil. Mas chega de antigos, vamos falar de livros, pretendo escrever três livros sobre o sistema, o livro um é para ajudar a criar um personagem e explicar o mundo, o livro dois é para explicar o sistema de combate e algumas armas e finalmente o livro três que ainda não foi terminado é sobre os inimigos e aliados do mundo. Tenho o livro um e dois, mas o terceiro está em andamento. E meu problema está no fato de não ter bons playtesters, então decidi vir ao Tumblr para obter alguns conselhos de qualidade sobre o sistema, porque se os vídeos forem precisos, vocês entendem. Então, se quiser criticar cada fibra do meu ser, você pode. É por isso que vim aqui. De qualquer forma, aqui estão os livros, aproveite. A é e só pra falar em algumas partes me inspirei em Ordem Paranormal então se você gosta vai reconhecer certas partes

Livro Um (Versão PT-BR)

Livro Dois (Versão PT-BR)

Book One (English version, sorry I had little time so I used google translate instead of writing by hand, please tell me mistakes I didn't find and correct)

Book Two (English version, same thing here)

Okay that's all, have a great life and also support trans rights, or else...

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Okay era isso, viva uma ótima vida e também suporte direitos trans, se não...

#rpg #tabletop roleplaying #roleplaying games #d&d #dungeons and dragons #indie ttrpg #ttrpg #advices #idk what else to tag #trans rights #trans wrongs #everything else #in between

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ryin-silverfish · 11 months ago

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Chapter 22: Coarse, rough, and gets everywhere

-After dealing with the Yellow Wind demon, the gang ventured forth in this fine autumn season, only to be blocked by the Flowing Sand River, 800 li wide and full of Weak Water.

"What, exactly, is a Weak Water? Are there like, Strong Water?"

-As the poem suggested, Weak Water(弱水) refers to water that has no buoyancy, and anything that fall in would just sink, even a feather. Record of such strange water appeared first in the Book of Mountain and Sea; it surrounds Mt. Kunlun, the abode of Queen Mother of the West, and Book of Late Han also stated that Weak Water and quicksand could be found near QMoW's dwelling.

-These tales could be inspired by IRL geography, where a lot of the rivers in western China, bc they are flowing through plateaus or deserts, are very shallow in depth and regular boats would just capsize inside. When non-native ppl saw those rivers that couldn't be traversed by boats, they thought the water itself has no buoyancy.

-Also, there was a portion of Gobi Desert the historical Xuanzang crossed, 莫贺延碛, which had the alternate name "Sand River"; in Xuanzang's biography, this was also where he was awoken from his thirst-addled sleep by an unnamed great deity. Much like how this desert deity would later evolve into Sandy, the "Sand River" would also become a literal river in the JTTW story cycle.

-We learn the real reason SWK isn't good at underwater combat: he either needs to use one hand to cast a Water-repelling Spell in order to move freely, or transforms into an aquatic critter, both of which would get in the way of wielding his staff.

-Hmmm, why couldn't he just grow a third arm (sth he's obviously capable of, given his fight with Nezha) and use it to maintain the spell while bashing some aquatic demons' head in? Maybe only 1 concentration spell is allowed at a time, D&D style...

-I feel like we've all wondered what the job of "Curtain-raising General" entails—is he like, literally the guy at the gate who lifted those fancy bead-curtains every time a celestial came through? Well, kinda. Not really.

-"Curtain-raising" is actually an important part of Daoist rituals. Before the sacrificial offerings began, there were curtains covering statues on the altars, and only after it was believed that the gods in question had arrived to court were the curtains lifted(literally or metaphorically), and the priests able to present their prayers to them.

-Here is a video of the "Curtain-raising Charm", performed by Quanzhen Daoists:

youtube

-So Sandy's job is less gate guard, and more of an announcer of JE's court sessions. This is my personal take, but I feel like part of why the punishment for him breaking a cup was so harsh was bc he was an official specialized in court rituals and propriety, so he should've known better than to jeopardize such an important event.

-We also learn the answer to another question many have asked: "Why can't SWK just fly Tripitaka to Vulture Peak on his somersault cloud?" Turns out, a mortal's body was too heavy to be carried on clouds, and though the Yu translation was slightly wonky here, ordinary demons could summon a magical wind for fast-travel and kidnapping, but they were still staying close to the ground and not truly high-up in the air.

(Also, if he could, we wouldn't have a 100 chapter story.)

-Finally, some internal alchemy stuff relating to Sandy from my annotated Chinese edition: during the fight between Pigsy and Sandy, the latter was referred to as the Spatula, 刀圭. The second character, made of 2 characters for "Earth" stacked on top of each other, was later broken into "Two-Earths" in referral to Sandy again.

-In internal alchemy, Earth represents ideation/determination, specifically, that of attaining immortality. When the ideation stills, it is known as "Yin-Earth", and when it stirs, the "Yang-Earth", collectively referred to as "Two-Earths". It functions as the catalyst and meditator between the Spiritual Mind(Wood) and Vital Energy(Metal), which must come together and mingle during cultivation to form the Golden Elixir.

-Thus, Sandy's soon-to-be role as the Only Sane Man and meditator between SWK and Pigsy.

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

#journey to the west #jttw book club #xiyouji #jttw reading group #Youtube

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savvythepirate · 2 years ago

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You requested something to read, so I thought I’d share this little abomination that I wrote. I’ll be posting it on my page as well.

“I’ll stab you with my trouser sword and plunder your booty, yo-ho!” You sang loudly as you swabbed the deck of the Black Pearl.

“Yo-ho!” The crew hollered in response, as it was part of the song.

You were a new addition to the crew, and fine one at that! From your jokes to your colorful sea shanties, you brought such a lively and fun energy to the ship. Everyone there loved you.

All except one person, that is…

It’s not necessarily that he disliked you, but Barbossa didn’t seem to find you as entertaining as everyone else did. It was a shame, really.

“Quit yer caterwaulin’ ya blunderin’ mongrels!” He hollered as he exited the captain’s quarters.

Everybody looked around at each other uncomfortably and got back to work, disappointment in their eyes.

“He can be a bit of a mood-killer, can’t he?” Jack said as he joined you to swab the deck.

“That’s for sure,” you replied, focusing on your work. Then you stopped for a moment, smiling an amused half-smile, “I must admit, though, the man certainly has a gift for colorful insults!”

“That he does,” Jack mused, “One of my favorites is probably ‘salty sea dogs.’ It has a nice ring to it.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “I personally found ‘slack-jawed buffoons’ to be a good one. It really packs a punch, you know? Like, it’s unnecessarily harsh.”

“That, and ‘wreckless pack of ingrates.’” Jack said, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“We should start writing these down!” You laughed.

A while later, you and Jack had acquired a quill and some paper, and you began your list.

“He said ‘poxy mongrels’ once,” you said as you jotted it down.

“I remember him saying ‘nattering swine’ the other day,” Jack said. You added it to the list.

“Let’s add some of our own!” You said, looking excitedly at Jack.

“Ooh, we should, shouldn’t we,” he said, taking on your expression. Then he thought for a moment, “How about ‘lily-livered milksops?’”

“That’s a good one!” You wrote it down, “I’ve got one!” You said, “‘Toe-eyed cabbages!”

Jack looked at you with an expression of surprise and discomfort, “That one’s a bit out there.”

“I suppose so,” you said, pondering the strange words that came out of your mouth. Then your eyes lit up, “I’ve got a better one! Bald-headed yogurt slingers!”

“Now you’re just scaring me,” Jack said.

“Okay, fine,” you said, chuckling, “Let’s get back to his insults!”

“For the sake of my own sanity, we should,” Jack said. You continued writing.

“‘Scurvy bilge rats’ is a classic, so we can’t forget that one!” You said, smiling as you wrote.

“I think he also said ‘salty bilge rats’ once,” Jack said.

“Honestly, a lot of these sound like they could be interchangeable,” you mused.

Jack’s face took on a thoughtful expression. Then he brightened, “I have an idea!” He took the paper from you and started to write.

It took a while for him to finish, which made you worried that Barbossa would catch you and scold you for not working. Finally, Jack was done. He handed you the paper, “I put the first parts on the left, and the last parts on the right. That way we can mix and match!”

“That’s brilliant!” You grinned, “I like it!”

You scanned the two lists, which were somewhat long. Then inspiration struck you, and you added your idea to the list.

You handed it to Jack, the finished product looking something like this:

Front:

A: Wreckless

B: Blooming

C: Lazy

D: Mangy

E: Cackhanded

F: Knee-knocking

G: Bloated

H: Salty

I: Yellow-bellied

J: P****-licking

K: Feckless

L: Lilly-livered

M: Filthy

N: Blundering

O: Bilge-drinking

P: Bloody

Q: Slimy

R: Bleeding

S: Poxy

T: Slack jawed

U: Nattering

V: Wretched

W: Squiffy

X: Gutless

Y: Scurvy

Z: Blasted

Back:

A: Ingrates

B: Cockroaches

C: Bilge rats

D: Scoundrels

E: Deck apes

F: Halfwits

G: Sea cows

H: Sea dogs

I: Milksops

J: Codpieces

K: Mongrels

L: Sobs

M: Whelps

N: Swabbies

O: Buffoons

P: Codpieces

Q: Hornswagglers

R: Swine

S: P****-lickers

T: Maggots

U: Curs

V: Ninnies

W: Knaves

X: Blowfish

Y: Picaroons

Z: Scallywags

“I don’t understand,” Jack said, with his brow furrowed in confusion.

“You take the first letter of your first name from list one, and the first letter of your last name from the second list. For example, I would be (insert your name here).”

“I see,” Jack said, reading the list, “I would be…p****-licking p****-lickers…” he looked baffled, and maybe a little disappointed.

You laughed, “That’s actually kind of hilarious!”

“What are you two feckless mongrels up to?” Barbossa barked. Noticing the paper in your hands, he grabbed it.

You and Jack panicked as he read your creation. Then he looked up at the two of you, “Get back to work,” he ordered. The two of you scrambled off, eager to get away from the grumpy captain.

“Do you think we’ll be punished?” You asked Jack.

“I hope not,” Jack said, glancing over his shoulder at Barbossa. Frightened by the likelihood of that happening, you two picked up your mops and continued where you had left off a while back.

Barbossa continued reading their list. When he finished, he chuckled and put it in his pocket and headed back to his quarters.

Thank you so much for this! It gave me the smile I needed! ❤️

@savvythepirate

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