#I WILL THINK MORE ABT HIM o7

[acornsandoaktrees]

after thinking about making thirst trap edits for giggles, here is Elros! I think he might be my new favourite guy. oops

wanted to do something different with him, particularly his hair, so that he stands out from the typical style of the rest of the Woodland Guard. because he deserves to :<

i have eight total images of him, one of which is blurry af, and the other is a model from lotr lego bc apparently he was in that???

(i'll post the edits if anyone asks)

comparison and flat colours:

oh yeah!!! the reason i got here is because i'm thinking about including him in aaot, as part of the greenwood kids group to give him a taste of development. he, Tauriel and Legolas would be the youngest of the five (Tauriel by a hair's breadth with Alphes). i randomly assigned them 'leaf trio', which i rather like

[blackwaves]

being insane abt liu xiao in the specific way i am is sooo funny and also so tragic bc it's like well i do in fact have infinite nuanced thoughts and his nightmare codeswitching has captured me for a category 1 blorbo moment and i think the majority of the fandom is literally lying about him (-> aroace nb adrenaline junkie fratricidal horsegirl to me forever idk what the rest of u are doing). unfortunately if u want to unlock the most coherent of those thoughts from me, u have to open up my ao3 where veinxiao are literally doing weird sex rituals about it.

[velvetwyrme]

Question! Who's your favorite Beast Wars character? >:]

iiiii have multiple :)

legally(/j) if you want just one, i have to answer Depth Charge because i literally started the show after realizing there was a Manta Ray character.

but i also really really like Rampage (*swoons*)... AH, and SILVERBOLT. AND BLACKARACHNIA-

ahem. anyway. i also obviously really like Tarantulas. i was enamored by his freak nature from the get go...

[bonus-links]

Commentary on the update? 🥺

YEAHH

i sketched this page forgetting that the SS Linebeck was gonna be visible at the dock and even went to the trouble of drawing the other side of Outset in the distance on one of the panels before i realized HAHA and then proceeded to grudgingly draw the side of the ship over and over

sorry about the lack of Ayrll lines, there just wasn't much opportunity with everything else I needed to get through this update. we'll see more of her I promise o7

i was convinced to keep the "he frow up" and "link's fuckass sword" gags in so i'm glad everyone's enjoying those HAHA

The waterfall BG in the panel of Tetra recognizing the sword is the same one as the stone Ganondorf from pt. 3. You might also notice that tiny Wake from Tetra's last memory of the sword has a bloody eye. Wonder how that happened

Everyone joking abt Linebeck rizzing Gran Gran last update I was like wait. just wait

Lots of ppl interpreted Slate introducing himself as Link as him not getting the social cue, which I think is a great way to interpret it lol. but also consider: he totally noticed and just decided not to lie anyway.

I tried to fill gran gran's house with pictographs Wake might have taken and little gifts Wake might have brought back for her from his adventures (within reason, all these backgrounds were a lot of work HAHA). There's Wake and Ayrll on Ice Ring Isle, and Gran Gran's even got her own korok pinwheel!

that's all!! this was a fun update, I love reading everyone's comments :-)

[halftheway]

truer words have never been spoken

i like being the emissary of mariana's sluttiness to my corner of tumblr. do you guys keep up with him do u know what he's like? do you know the typa shit he is always saying and doing u have no idea

[14dayswithyou]

I’ve read the rules! o7

ive been thinking abt teo and brainrotted like what if callboy/callgirl/callperson (?) reader person thing and teo is havin a moment and calls them up 🙏 does it make sense probably not but in my heart

✦゜ANSWERED: Realistically, I don't think Teo would need to resort to a callperson because he's already got an extensive list of people willing to "help him out". If he needs some company, he'll simply call up one of his regular hookups and go down the list until someone responds lmao

And if Teo already knew Angel was a callperson, I actually think he'd find it more fun to annoy them rather than book their services ^^; Things like htting up their line to see if anyone else has called, talking about the most random topics to waste their time, asking how much their services are before telling them they should pay him for his time, etc.

And while Teo would 100% pay a callperson for their services, he'd prefer if they did "it" out of their own volition instead (and not because it's their job or they need clients). He only has hookups/one night stands with people who are genuinely attracted to him and want to sleep with him, so if he knew Angel only showed interest in him as a way to make money, he might not see fully the appeal. But if they approached Teo with a genuine request to sleep with him — with no strings attached — then he'd happily agree.

[skelly-words]

hiii , if i can ask for like mammon and mc sitting in his room and he tried to "do it" with her a lot of times but she just stop him , one day he get a little mad so asked for asmo help , so asmo asked mc what was the reason and she told him that she feel insecure abt her body , he conferm her، and when asmo tell mammon abt it he go to her and make her love her body on his way

thanks if u accept it and if not have a good day<333333

(NSFW Mammon x Reader)

18+ no minors allowed!

Hiiiii anon, thanks for the ask. hope this is what you were looking for. This was proofread by Grammarly and that's it so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

No use of Y/N. There are no pronouns used (I think) but the reader is pretty feminine (wears a skirt, pretty girl is used once or twice, has a pussy.)

Tags: serviceswitch!mammon o7, very vanilla, light fluff, praise, cunnilingus, cumming untouched, very light angst, hair pulling, language, spit kink? lemme know if I missed anything

Synopsis: see ask above. Mammon eats you out.

Wc: 3.7k

You and Asmo love to gossip. Every week or so you get together, shopping and pampering yourselves and spilling every detail of your personal lives. You're ending the relaxing afternoon with bottomless mimosas at Hell’s Kitchen’s Sunday brunch, talking way too loudly about everybody’s business. It’s so easy to forget about the world and vent when the waiter fills up your champagne glass and Asmo smiles so encouragingly at every word you say. Though, today it seems like Asmodeus has an agenda. He keeps steering the conversation towards you and Mammon’s budding relationship, which is exactly the topic you want to avoid. 

“At least tell me if he's a decent lay” Asmo whines. “If not I have a 50-slide presentation I can send you to give him a crash course in pussy.”

“That sounds more like a master’s program. Besides, I wouldn't know.” You mumble the last part around the rim of the champagne glass as you down the drink, and Asmo signals at a waitress to bring you a refill. 

“What?” Asmo really tries to sell his shock here. He feels bad lying to you, but it's not often he has Mammon begging for a favor. “No way, are you losing interest?”

You shake your head quickly. “No.”

“Are you a virgin? Is it too much pressure?” With every question he scoots a little closer to you in the booth, so you only need to whisper an answer. 

“Nothing like that. I've been with a couple of people before, and Mammon is really sweet. He barely even mentions sex at all anymore. I think he might even be scared to kiss me. I'm more worried about him losing interest if I don't put out.”

“You don't have to worry about that. He's insane about you.” Asmo scoffs. “Like he-should-be-institutionalized insane.”

You laugh at Asmo and shove his arm off of where it loops over your shoulder. 

“No, I'm serious,” he continues. “I want to sedate him before even mentioning you. I think he'd rename important landmarks after you if he could. Whenever his mouth opens, there's a 96% chance he's gonna bring you up. You get it?”

“Thanks, I get it,” you murmur softly. Tears threaten to fall as your vision blurs a little and you blame the four mimosas and the fifth one the waitress sets in front of you. “Now I feel guilty. He's too sweet for me.”

“No, hun. That's not what I meant.” Asmo pulls you into a hug. A real one that he doesn't let you shrug off. “What I'm saying is that you can talk to him about whatever you want and I'm sure he’ll understand or at least help you work through it.”

His hug is warm and soothing, arms holding you close and tight without feeling suffocating. 

“You're the best, Asmo,” The words are a little slurred and shaky, but it’s easy to get emotional when you’re buzzed and Asmo is being so sweet. “I don’t know. It has nothing to do with Mammon. It’s just, I’ve never had great self-esteem, so physical intimacy can be a little hard. I mean, there's plenty of things for me to be insecure about, and I'm aware of every single one of them, so when I see how pretty and perfect Mammon is-”

“Gross.” He cuts you off at the perfect time, right before your sappy rambling. He makes a retching sound and reaches for his drink to wash away that sourness. 

You glare up at him. “That's my boyfriend you're gagging at, asshole.”

“Yeah. You sure know how to pick ‘em.” His nose scrunches up, and you're half-sure it’s involuntary. 

“Yeah.” You sigh dreamily and continue. “I just don't know how to bring a mood-killer like that up.”

“Want me to tell him for you?”

You think about it for a moment. “I feel like I should stop being a little bitch and just rip off the band-aid.”

“Okay, you could, but you haven't.”

“I think talking it out with you will make it easier though. I'm gonna talk to him as soon as we get home.”

“Promise? Cause I'm sick of him bitching about how you don't love him anymore.”

You smile and nod and pretend the confidence is from more than the alcohol. “I promise.”

***

Mammon’s been waiting for Asmo to text him all day, nervously pacing or playing with random things in his room to occupy the time. He’s flipping through an old copy of a magazine he modeled for when his phone buzzes with Asmo’s custom ringtone, quickly followed by yours. He snatches the phone off the bed and flops down between the pillows. He reads the text from Asmo first.

Asmo: So so, sorry, but I can’t spill ): We’ll be home in like 20 minutes

“Ugh.” Mammon glares at the ceiling. He was sure Asmo would come through. Especially after loaning you two Lucifer’s stolen his credit card for the day out. 

Mammon opened your messages next.

<3: We’ll be back in a little bit.

<3: If you’re not busy, let’s hang out. Love ya

Mammon: I’m never too busy for you, chillin' in my room

<3: Good answer

The next twenty minutes are spent trying to figure out how to dress. Mammon tries to master the look of lazily lounging around the house without looking suspiciously slutty. The final decision was a black wife beater and basketball shorts. He even experimentally smudges his eyeliner to make it look a little slept-in. He carefully uses the remaining time to switch out accessories and pose around his room in an attempt to see “where he looks the hottest.” In the end, his efforts are futile and he doesn’t notice you come in, too busy changing out his earrings.

“Hey.” You tap him on the shoulder, hesitantly, not wanting to scare him. 

“Oh, hey, hi.” He turns around, lips pressed into a smile that looks a little too tight for his face. “So how was your day with, um, Asmo?”

“Nice.” Now that the mimosas had worn off and Asmodeus wasn’t around to keep you confident, the impending conversation was starting to make you nervous. 

“Just nice?” Mammon asked with a tilt of his head. “What can I do to make your day better, babe?” He gently cups your face, becoming acutely aware of the sweat on his palms, and the breakfast on his breath when he kisses you.

You kick yourself for how quickly you break the kiss to murmur against his lips, “I’ve been lying to you. Well, only by omission, but still. Can we talk?”

Your hands hold each other to stay steady. Realistically, there’s nothing to be nervous about. You’ve blown this whole thing out of proportion, but it’s not like insecurities follow basic logic. 

“Yea, ‘f course.” His hands trail down your sides. 

You don’t notice the sweat, more the warmth as he thumbs over each of your ribs.

“Just talk to me, angel.”

And you hate that it sounds like he’s begging. Like he wants you to dump your baggage on him. Especially, when it should be so easy for you to just get over it on your own.

“I don't think I'm hot enough for you.” It comes out messy and unarticulated.

“What? That’s ins-”

You don’t let him finish, cutting his rebuttal off with the more rehearsed version of what you said. “I mean, whenever I go to see you at your photoshoots, you look so good with those other models. You're surrounded by all these perfect men and women who you'd look great with, so great that it's literally on the cover of a magazine, and I can't compete with that. And it's not like this hasn't happened before. I've never been the first choice, just someone to settle for or a rebound, y’know?”

“Not really.” He scratches the back of his neck, realizing how clammy his hands have become and how uninspiring that answer is. “But, well, that's because I've never felt that way about you. There’s no need to compete with anybody, baby. You're everything to me. I don't even notice other people when you're around or when I'm thinking about you, which is always. And I can't make up for shitty past relationships, but I hope you know I'm better than that.”

“Thank you, and I wanted to apologize. That’s why I’ve been avoiding being physical with you, but that seems kinda dumb now. So, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. And I'm a little insulted that you'd compare me to your past partners. I'm The Great Mammon, not some idiot human boy with no brain. I can't even comprehend why you'd jump to that. I'm appalled, disgusted even, livi-”

You cut him off with a kiss. Smiling into the lines of his lips as he struggles to keep up. 

He breaks the kiss to keep talking. “And I'm not just saying all this ‘cause I wanna have sex with you. Not that I don't want to do that. I just don't want you thinki-”

“Shut the fuck up, Mammon.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His hands find your waist again to pull you towards him. 

The way you kiss is slow and natural. A welcome change to the stiff distance you’d previously been putting between your bodies. His hands wander and guide you closer. It takes a moment for you to reciprocate, too distracted by the simple comfort of his touch.

You rest your arms on his shoulders, lazily lifting a hand to play with the fine hairs on the nape of his neck. As your fingers tangle higher up on his head, you tug gently to pull him away. It’s nice just to look into his eyes for a second. The dark blue near the center of his iris almost blends with his blown pupils. You find it impossible to pick a favorite shade of blue when his kaleidoscope gaze stares so intensely back at you. 

“It’s you who’s too pretty for me.” Mammon doesn’t even try to kiss you, just looking at you, flicking his eyes up and down your face. His thumbs barely dip under your shirt and skim the skin of your stomach, memorizing it in the pads of his fingers. 

“Stop it.” You take a small, nearly involuntary, step backward. 

He follows you, pushes you until the back of your knees hits the edge of the bed. 

“No. You gonna let me see all of your pretty self?” He asks. “Take it off.”

Mammon gently stretches the fabric of your shirt away from your body, waiting patiently for you to comply. 

You nod. Your eyes slip shut as you peel the top off, and you don’t bother opening them to see his reaction. You just wait for him to say something, to touch you, or to give you any indication of disgust and rejection.

He holds you gently by the side of your neck, lifting your chin with the pads of his thumbs.

“Can you look at me, sunshine?” 

It takes a moment for you to make eye contact with him. You’re not expecting him to be disgusted or reject you, but that doesn’t stop you from being nervous or unsure. He smiles when you finally meet his eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything right now. It’s your call, always, okay?”

“Okay, but I do want you right now. ‘M just a little nervous.” Your hands need something to do, so they go back to threading through his hair. You thank Jesus that Mammon takes that as a cue to kiss. His hands smooth down to your shoulders, never breaking away from your skin. 

The kiss is too long and too deep, not parting until you’re roughly panting into each other’s mouths. You sit on the bed and Mammon pushes you down onto the mattress, waiting for you to tell him to stop.

“Don't just stare, weirdo.”

He chuckles, and you can feel it on your face.

“Sorry. I just can’t believe you’re real, and really with me.” His admission comes with a blush smeared across his face. It’s hard for him to continue the eye contact after that. Mammon buries his face in the crook of your neck as he laughs again. “You’re just here, and I love you so much.”

Your fingers are less rough in his hair, gentle and soothing. His arms dip behind your back to hug you, keeping your bodies pressed together for a minute or five. Until he’s sure you’re not leaving. When he finally moves, it’s to unhook and remove your bra, but then he’s back to hugging you again. This time, kissing between your breasts, he doesn’t know why you’d ever keep this from him. His hands don't stay in one place for long, wanting to feel every inch of the body that you've been hiding. 

“You know what pisses me off the most?” Mammon lifts his head to look up at you. Saliva coats his mouth, your skin, and connects the two with lust and heat. 

You don't answer, half-scared he's changed his mind. 

“I hate knowing that someone else has seen you like this before me. I wish I was your first everything.” His mouth is smothering yours again like he wants the feeling of his lips to stay there even after you’ve parted. From your mouth, he drags light kisses down your jaw and to your neck. He keeps you so close that, even though he can't see it, he can feel the flush coming off of you. 

“You won't hide from me anymore, right?” His kisses begin at the junction of your shoulder but quickly drop lower, down your chest, tummy, thighs, winding a clear path down your torso.

“Hey.” Mammon stops and the fuzziness dissolves. Your attention easily snaps back to him, where he kneels on the floor, hair sticking out where you’d tugged it out of place. “When I ask you questions, fucking answer me.”

You swallow thickly and nod, unsure of what would come out if you opened your mouth. 

“Words, babe. You won’t hide from me anymore?” Though it’s a statement, he’s still asking. The skin of your thighs is worried between his teeth as he waits for an answer. 

“I wo-” You cut yourself off, inhaling sharply when his teeth dig in too hard. He soothes that spot with his tongue, making you moan into the back of your hand. 

“Close enough,” he murmurs.

He inches the hem of your skirt up as his lips climb back up your skin. 

You scoot up the bed when his mouth lands on the crotch of your panties next. He chases you, following and following until your back is pressed against the headboard.

“Quit that.” Mammon yanks your knees apart. His broad shoulders stop your legs from snapping back shut. “Where’re you going?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I mean- don’t you wanna fuck?”

He nods into the crease of your thigh, nosing the lace trim of your panties. “But not yet, treasure. I’ve been missing meals, gonna make up for lost time. Can I taste your pretty pussy, please?”

“Yeah,” and it comes out like a breath. You slip your panties off. Mammon never lets you close your legs, so you have to frustratingly take one leg out at a time. 

He grabs the garment, dangling the blue panties in front of your face.

“Can I keep these?”

You snort. “Pervert.”

“So?”

“Yeah, you can have them.”

Mammon neatly folds the dirty underwear and roughly stuffs them into the pocket of his shorts.

“You’ll get them back when I’m done.” He’s not looking at you when he says that, eyes dropping lower to where your legs are spread as he pushes your skirt up around your waist. You feel warm like it’s too much for him to look at you.

“Gross,” but it comes out weak. You’ve shrunk back into the pillows, barely breathing between your fingers, mouth gone dry.

“Uhuh.” Mammon nods, dragging his nose down the trimmed hair above your slit. The hands on your thighs slide inward, keeping your legs spread and pinned against his pillows. His bottom lip brushes your clit as his mouth drops lower. He completely skips over the nub, licking at the slick pooling beneath it. “You get this wet for everyone?”

You can’t speak, covering your mouth with your palm to bar any sounds from escaping. His head tilts, looking both amused and curious as he waits for an answer.

“No,” you mumble.

“Yeah, well good.” Mammon’s mouth quirks up into a smug grin as he readjusts himself to lay more comfortably on the bed. He lies flat on his stomach, lazily kicking his legs back and forth as he kisses around your clit. He knows exactly where it is, but teases on purpose until he can feel your hips straining beneath his hands. 

Mammon’s palms keep you pressed down so easily that you don’t notice how desperate you are beneath him. Not until he lets you go. The reaction of your body is involuntary, a few rough rolls of your hips before you can keep yourself still. Your groans are stifled by your palm, you can feel the hot breath and saliva collecting behind your hand. 

“Wait?” He sounds disappointed. “Don't stop.” 

Mammon’s hands catch beneath your thighs, sloppily simulating the roll of your hips against his face. The movements of his mouth are less coordinated, too preoccupied with the strain on his forearms. Your juices smear messily on his chin as he works you open, pushing more and more of his tongue into you.

Spit collects in your mouth. You can’t keep from moaning into your palm, and all that sweat and drool runs from the corners of your mouth to collect on your chin. His mouth is warm, and the flick of his tongue deep inside you makes you match the pace he’s already set. 

Mammon grunts against your cunt. You can feel it more than hear it. The sound is low, deep in his chest, and drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. The edge of your orgasm builds with the soft vibrations of his lips. Your hesitant grind is pushed quicker by the need to get off. Every glance down at your spit-covered pussy has you bucking upward with a muffled gasp. 

Mammon is lazy, leaving you to chase your high as he looks up at you, enamored by how you still try so hard to cover the sounds spilling from your mouth. He’d say something about it if his mouth wasn’t so busy. It’s not until you dare to stop staring at him that he speaks up.

“C’mon.” Mammon lands a sloppy kiss on your clit. “What? Now you’re too good to even look at me, pretty girl?” He manages to sound so fucking pathetic and upset that you look back down at him. He grins back at you, pleased with his performance. Small kisses work up from your sopping hole to swollen bud. He flicks his tongue, teasing and testing before fully sucking on it. 

“Shit.” This is the first sound you let through your fingers, followed by a shaky moan as you try to control your breath. You can’t help but pant, stuttering, and heavy between the gaps in your fingers. 

“I know,” Mammon keeps his words short, barely parting from your skin to speak.

Though he tries to hide it, you can’t help but notice how he pushes his hips into the comforter, grinding his dick against the mattress through however many layers of fabric. You almost feel bad for him, but then he moans against you like he’s the one getting head. 

The hand you’d been using to keep yourself muffled reached between your legs to tangle in Mammon’s hair. The palm is still tacky from spit, sticking to make you tug rougher on the strands than you mean to. 

“M-more. Just a little bit more.” The words stumble out of your mouth like you don't know what you’re saying. Whatever will make him push his tongue a little deeper. “Pretty please.”

“Mhmm,” Mammon moans an affirmative into your pussy. He can feel your clit throb against his nose. Each second that passes brings you closer to climaxing. 

You’re stuffed full of his tongue, rubbing your clit on the bump of his nose. He’s barely done anything himself except taking it and whining. The rhythmic rutting of his hips starts working the comforter up the bed, gathering it beneath him to fuck into. He’s not even looking at you straight anymore, eyes focusing or crossing dazedly. 

You tighten your hand in his hair by pure instinct as you writhe beneath him.

“I think I’m gonna-” You’re not given a chance to finish before the twist in your stomach spills over. “O-oh, Mammon. Fuck, I’m-”

The last of your words are drowned out by his own needy moans. His hips hump the comforter bunched beneath him.

“Fuck, I love you.” His tongue licks a long stripe up your cunt.

“I’m still sensitive.” You shudder, and the hand in his hair falls to grip your skirt.

“Gotta clean up my mess,” he mumbles. He laps the saliva and cum from your skin, eventually just leaving wet kisses up the crease of your thigh. 

Mammon’s sweaty and flushed, still grinding into the blankets. His eyes flick shut and he lays his head flat on your lower stomach. His breaths are quick, warming your skin. 

A hand slips from underneath you to overlap yours. He pulls it back to his hair. “Pull it again.”

You want to be gentle, running a hand through the white strands. Mammon doesn’t care for your afterglow tenderness and slaps the side of your leg.

“Please, baby. I wanna cum.” Mammon kisses your stomach, low below your navel.

You can’t help but laugh at him. It’s too pathetic when accompanied by the frantic rolls of his hips. You can feel the skin beneath his head get sticky from the sweat and drool he smears onto you. He looks and sounds more fucked out than you just from using his mouth on you.  His thrusts stutter when you twist cruelly on his hair. 

“Yes, yes, like that.” He lets out a string of swears as he spills into his sweatpants. His labored breathing crests and slows, and you can feel when they finally grow even. “Thank you, treasure.”

Mammon doesn’t move from where he is, still comfortably tucked between your legs as he comes down from his high. It’s not until he’s been suspiciously quiet for too long that you realize he’s asleep.

[0ne-eyed-ghost]

god i couldnt think of anything for day 7 . DAY 7 SACRIFICE WHY ARE YOU SO HARD!!!

Most I came up with was this???? Sacrificing their own comfort and usual views to like . Swap. And view it from the others side. ???? [More of an excuse to just draw them in swapped outfits, although hearts like so . not comfortable in this attire it's so baggy on him :sob:] Also just a sort of view on how tall I perceive them to be within my own ideas o7 Imagine fitting wings through shirts man mind is not getting that shirt back its ripped 2 shreds :boom: I FORGOT TO FINISH THIS UNTIL LIKE RIGHT BEFORE I WAS ABT TO SLEEP. n then was like fuccckk if i dont finish this now ill have to do 3 more instead :[ so. enjoys :]

[zan0tix]

Pleaseeee tell me more about that homescryption au

A little something between you and me and everyone else who happens to look at this post. Im working on a lineup for the four scrybes :D

Roxys design is subject to change and you guys have already seen D1rk. Jane and Jake are in progress!!! (Also D1rk and Harley are the names for dirk and jake but weve been struggling to come up with appropriately fantasical/magical names for Jane and Roxy that align with magnificus and grimora😞 Harley feels old-manish enough that it fits in well… im sure well get there but if anybody has ideas feel free to comment ✌️)

But yes i can tell you more!!! ILL PUT IT ALL UNDER THE CUT THIS POST IS GOING TO BE LONG o7

Working with cyrus repliiku to flesh it out x3 he was the one who got me into the game and im CRAZY NOW!!!!

The four alpha scrybes methods of inscribing cards are that Harley uses his magic blunderbuss and the things he shoots become cards, Roxys cards are the fantasical characters she creates in her stories, Jane will be a detective of death, uncovering how cards die and writing up a casefile in her detective agency about them (might give her a magic magnifying glass. Well see), and D1rk were trying to figure out something with Sburbs captcha card + ghost captcha system like how Po3’s cards are printed from real robots

The students/the scrybes underlings are going to be other homestuck characters or splinters!

D1rks will be the robots (aradiabot, arquius (wanted him to me more unique than just brobot + hal so he gets to be a robot) and jadebot.

Harleys will be jake-ish splinters rather than new characters. Thered be the Adventurer (prospector), the Hunter (trapper/trader), the Sailor (angler), the Ectobiologist (mycologists), and the Actor (woodcarver) and his campaigns would be more Action packed like jakes action movies type stuff hehe

Janes will be the dead trolls, nepeta, equius and feferi. Not much to say besides them being dead lol 😭

And roxys were still figuring out but nerm. Viceroy/Casey, Rose (maybe goobert but they are actually nice and kind to her) and Eridan….(lonely wizard he was banished to the shadow realm for being annoying 😁👍)

Luke Carter is going to be Calliope and Satan in the greater scheme of the daniel mullins-verse will be Caliborn/Lord English because i think itd be very funny for him to just. Be making video games and thats his evil plot. LOL and Sado would be Gamzee. (Will not expand to pony island or the hex this is just clearing up the ending of inscryption)

Kaycee would probably be Aranea but like just some normal girl. Not all that sure abt the OLD_DATA tho ??? Maybe just all the wrong doings Lord English has committed and influenced culminated into the files or the code that brought him into the universe I DUNNO.

Retconning the drawing i did when i first scribbled this AU, i believe when harley turns the other scrybes into preexisting cards d1rk would become a seagull (kingfisher replacement) roxy would become a jaguar (wolf replacement) and jane would become a jackalope (pronghorn replacement) 😁

And the way harley would be defeated would be using his blunderbuss on him with a special bullet instead of film. Po3’s decapitation fulfilled the Dirk prophecy too LOL

I think that of the gameplay/card gimmicks themselves would work basically the same but i might try and come up with more creative homestucky twists on them

Im planning on finishing the designs and making sprites and more mockup screenshots :3

I might write up or draw a comprehensive ref sheet for this au someday but for now heres what weve jotted down 👍

[riacte]

Links:

Martyn calling Ren’s TCG card “cool as fuck”, “wanted it badly”, "now I’ve seen it, I want it more” [og tweets 1 and 2]

Martyn when he didn’t get Ren’s TCG card: "I’m grieving right now, don’t do this to me"

Martyn doing demon / imp roleplay in Ren's chat but it got deleted [Martyn's response to an ask with transcript of his sent message]

Ren names an axolotl "Martyn"

Ren calls Martyn “someone he can be foolish with”

Martyn liking the above post on Tumblr

Martyn reacting to Secret Life memes. “He’s lost and lonely without Ren” Martyn: why did you have to go for the jugular?

Ren says the ear butter at Blue River Raceway “is a special batch from the vineyards of Marteen"

Ren names his cat in a new hardcore world "Marteen" [Bonus clips of him hunting down the cat 1 and 2]

Ren about Martyn: "He's one of my favourite new people that I've met in the last five years" + calls him "a legend"

Ren saying Martyn’s voice is “music to my ears” and "sometimes puts on Martyn's vods before going to sleep"

Ren mentions going to sleep and dreaming of Martyn’s “beautiful, beautiful eyes”

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Umm. So that just happened. Right at the end of 2023.

HOUSEKEEPING TIME: I'm considering making an All Stars unhinged Renchanting moments poll featuring the nine winners + Last Life burning tower scene. (Altar scene is forever banned because we know it would sweep.) I've been collecting opinions (via a poll) here! For previous polls + winners, check my pinned. Feel free to reblog to spread the word (and for the chaos lol)!

I've been thinking of holding it immediately after this poll ends so we can have URMP AS (Unhinged Renchanting Moment Polls All Stars) cross from 2023 to 2024 as a manifestation of more Renchanting in the coming year <3

I hope the clips work because collecting them was a little tedious so tell me if they don't work! And thank you Ani for all your help <3 <3 would not be possible without you o7 teamwork makes the poll work!

[indigo-brainspark]

Hi 👋 love your Apothecary Dairies X Dr Stone cross over. Soooooo~ much. 🤩

I just had one question?

Is it just Senku or do we see the rest of the science kingdom in the picture.

(Because having Kohaku trying to blend in at the palace would be hilarious. 😅 Gen would be suffering.)

Thank you for liking it!!! I'll make more snippets for it posthaste o7

As for other members of the KoS.. Senku creating the revival fluid is actually a major part of the story, with him perfecting that formula being the thing that earns him a lot of respect. Bc that is straight up wizard shit.

I'm horrible w OCs being Important, so it would only stand to reason that the people being revived would be canon petrified humans, a lot of whom are KoS members.

My first solid candidate is actually Minami!!! (the journalist who loved photography)

The idea is that Senku demonstrates the revival fluid on a couple random statues to interested nobility. Then when they ask about ppl who are good at medicine/architecture/other fields senku has mentioned as being heavily advanced, he admits he couldn't identify such people. Then suggests a reporter who had been interviewing him for science-prodigy reasons around the time of the Petrification Event, who would totally know how to find these specialists. Thus introducing Minami.

For Kohaku, now that you've mentioned it, I'm thinking of having her seek out Maomao's adoptive father to help with Ruri's illness. Except he tells her that there isn't any cure for pneumonia, just things that can lessen the pain before she dies.

This could happen before Maomao's abduction, so when she returns with Lihaku a year later, she finds Ruri is??? Completely fine????? At which point it's explained that Senku helped Kohaku make antibiotics for her. Which is what would put him on Maomao's radar.

(this plot thread also puts forth the idea of Senku and Kohaku traipsing through secluded hot spring areas only for nobility while on the hunt for sulfuric acid. and possibly meeting someone very important and very reclusive who doesn't like being identified and is already having harrowing experiences w a scientist who likes throwing herself into poison's way. im just saying that would be really funny-)

Kohaku's inclusion immediately suggests Chrome, too. But I'll be real, Maomao already has the "guy who can use local resources in practical scientific methods" market cornered. Better than Chrome does, even. So,,, he likely won't be here.

Gen. Ah, Gen. Remember what I keep saying abt Senku having no fucking manners and that cutting his plans for all the money he needs to do his projects off at the knees bc the entire chain of communication is doing everything in their power to keep him from talking directly to even a mid-ranked noble??? That's no longer an issue once Gen is here. A hundred different attendants sigh in relief. Gen is having a panic attack and doing an illiant-bray job at hiding it. Senku thinks it's lowkey hilarious.

[immeasurablesaladagere]

first i want to thank you so much for all that you do… feeding the housemd agere community near single handedly and bringing me and many others so much joy…. o7!! do take care of yourself tho!

second… sorry this is SUPER specific, so you don’t have to follow every detail if you don’t want to haha 😅 but could you write smth like, the ducklings find out abt house’s regression (to like 5ish) because he got triggered or was super stressed during a case, and started slipping involuntarily? trying to hold it back but fails and is then upset/scared and small… the team tries to take care of him for a bit b4 getting wilson who explains a bit & worriedly helps, n he & the team get greg to feel better! & maybe they ponder on the surprise of it a bit

Ahhhhh sorry for the wait! School begins once more. One more request to go in the stack!

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Word Count: 1552

Summery: House is given a bear from a dying child patient whose case they fail to solve in time. It causes him to regress involuntarily after being informed of her death.

*Warning for mentioned death of a child patient.

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CLANG.

House pitched his pager off the metal leg of his desk, and it skittered across the carpet. She was dead. They failed. They should have had at least a few more days. She shouldn’t have declined so fast, they had time. 

Apparently they were wrong. He was wrong. The little girl had her first of a series of cardiac arrests in the early hours of the morning, and each arrest that followed got harder and harder to pull her back from until, according to his pager, twenty minutes ago, when her time of death was called.

He wasn’t known for grieving dead patients. He wasn’t Wilson, he didn’t get emotionally invested in his cases enough to mourn when some inevitably died, but even he could admit that this failure stung worse than the others. Madalyn Fleech, just six years old. The nurses had gushed obnoxiously about her in the first few days after her admission, cooing about how cute, how sweet and brave she was. Like all child patients, he had thought. Oh-so brave and adorable until it came time for a test or exam, then suddenly they became a pain in the ass like all children. But Madalyn didn’t fight a single test. She didn’t fight any of the dozens of tests they’d put her through; she barely even cried. And then, and then…

The stuffed dog sat innocently on his desk, dressed in a doctor’s coat and staring blankly at him with its plastic eyes. It was purchased from the hospital gift shop by one of the girl’s visitors, and Madalyn had given it to him the day before when he was overseeing her lumbar puncture.

“I already got so many stuffies! I want you to have it, for helpin’ me.”

He intended to get rid of it, or maybe give it to someone more sentimental, like Cameron, but between DDX meetings and tests he hadn’t found the time. Now it was on his desk, looking at him, reminding him that he failed. She was dead because they had done something wrong somewhere.

Where? What did they do wrong?

Something stupid and emotional prompted him to reach forward and grab the dog. It was a golden retriever, filled mostly with stuffing with beads in the paws to allow it to sit upright. The lab coat it was wearing was cheaply made compared to the rest of it, and the flimsy stethoscope was curled up on itself. He smoothed it down with his finger and gave the dog’s head an absent scratch. The ambient hospital sounds outside blurred over, and it was like the only two things left in the world were him and this little toy dog. His hand brushed over a rough spot in the fur. A small portion of the fluff was matted with a hard neon green substance. Jello. Madalyn had probably finished her cup of lime flavoured hospital jello and then buried her sticky face on top of its head without thinking about it, like every dumb little kid.

But she wouldn’t have any more jello. She wouldn’t cuddle any more stuffies because they failed her. Madalyn was dead.

His eyes began to burn, and a wall of fuzz crowded his brain without his permission. No. Not right now. Go away. He couldn’t be small like this. Not here, sitting in his office with a dead girl’s stuffed animal, and not now, when his fellows would be back any minute for a debriefing on the case. But the fuzz wouldn’t listen, and the urge to squeeze the dog to his chest and cry only grew stronger. Did Madalyn feel like this? So small and out-of-control? 

It was like his adult brain was being smothered in a warm blanket, both comforting and terrifying. He hated slipping, and he hated it even more when it was caused by something like this. It was his job, death happened all the time. He gave in and hugged the dog tight. But it was his fault, and she was so little. He didn’t mean to let her die. She wasn’t supposed to die.

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Cameron clicked her tongue and sat back on her heels. She’d asked every way she could think of; concerned co-worker, worried friend, stern request, she’d even broke down and patient-voiced him, a tone that should have had House snapping at her for daring to express pity, but nothing could get House to tell them what on earth was going on. All they knew was that they’d failed to diagnose Madalyn in time, that she had passed away, and suddenly House was crying at his desk with his face shoved into a gift shop stuffed dog and refusing to speak to them.

She turned to Foreman and Chase, who were hovering awkwardly by the door. “So… differential?”

Chase ran a hand through his hair, perplexed. “Jeez I dunno, brain tumour?” His tone was equal parts sarcasm and genuine suggestion.

“Maybe he finally snapped and this is some kind of mental breakdown?” Foreman suggested. “Who knows, maybe this patient finally got to him.”

“Patients don’t just ‘get to him’, though. We’ve lost people before who were a lot younger than—“

House cut her off with a little sob, and she startled. Madalyn’s death hit them all hard, but hearing House cry twisted something deep in her stomach.

“I think it’s safe to say this is about the patient.” Chase said flatly, then he squinted and pointed at the stuffed dog. “Is that the dog she gave him?”

Cameron raised an eyebrow. “Madalyn gave him her toy? And he kept it?”

“Yeah, yesterday, when I was doing her lumbar puncture.”

House really was clutching the dog like his life depended on it. She’d never seen him act anything like this, and if she was being honest, it was a bit unsettling. Everything about his body language screamed scared, curled up on himself like he was trying to hide away from them.

“Oh, no way…” Chase muttered under his breath, and she and Foreman looked at him expectantly. “He’s nonverbal, the dog, the crying, the hiding… What if it’s age regression? He was stressed out, he was upset about Madalyn’s de— the case, and her toy could’ve triggered it.”

Instantly House tensed up in his chair, and that was enough to confirm Chase’s theory.

“If our boss is mentally a child, does mean I’m in charge?” Foreman said after a long moment of silence.

Cameron rolled her eyes and turned back to House. The only way they were going to be able to help was if House told them how. “House, have you ever felt like this before?” She asked gently, but not too gently. Even if he had the thought process of a child, it was still House. 

She had to stop herself from chuckling when he tried glaring back at her over the head of the dog. While it was a valiant effort, through his wet eyes and red face it turned into more of a sad pout. Still, he gave a short nod anyway. It was both surprising and relieving to find out that the regression was at least something House seemed to be familiar with, whether intentionally or not.

“Okay, uh… good! What do you usually do when you feel like this? How can we help?” She prodded a little further, maybe a little too far into pity-territory, because House made a disgusted face.

“Go.” He said, like he was trying to order them, but it came out weak.

Cameron looked back at Chase and Foreman, who both gave her similar unhelpful stares. Great. Thanks, guys. “Are you sure? It’d make me feel better if one of us stayed here with you, just to make sure—“

“No!” House physically recoiled at the suggestion like she had just spit on him, then let out a whiny huffing sound. “…Wilson.”

Chase snorted behind her. Cameron ignored him. “You want us to get Wilson? Okay. Yeah, sure, we can do that.” She turned to glare at Chase. “Make yourself useful and go find Wilson, would you?”

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Chase to return with Wilson in toe, looking concerned but calm.

He took Cameron’s place in front of House. “Okay, fill me in? What happened?”

“We lost a patient today, and when we came back for the debriefing, he was acting like this,” Cameron said, “We’re pretty sure it’s—“

“Regression.” Wilson filled in. He didn’t elaborate any further and she didn’t press him for details, but it did make her wonder; just how much did Wilson know about House regressing?  

“…Yeah. Um, does he need anything? What can we do?”

“Honestly? Leave.” Wilson said bluntly, but his expression was soft. “You three should go home, get some sleep. He’ll be fine, I’ve got him.”

It felt wrong to leave when House was obviously still upset, but she trusted Wilson. If that was what he thought was best, then they would listen. She glanced to Foreman and Chase, who nodded and left to gather their things.

After lingering for an extra second, just to make sure she wasn’t needed in some way, she went to follow them. As she opened the door, she turned and gave House a little wave goodbye. “Feel better, House. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

[pikasetism]

please please please please

more stuff based around piko just being a robot

i love robotic piko

on my hands and knees begging

ME TOO I WILL o7 i think i already said everything i had to say on my headcanons specifically abt him being a robot in other asks 😭 im looking tru my asks and notes rn hold on

OK SCRATCH THAT I HAVE NOT GIVEN YALL ANYTHING HELPME straps you to a chair youre gonna hear me YAP i have SO MANY thoughts abt him i cant belive i never shared them

i need to talk abt my world building a little, i mentioned it on a previous ask and a previous drawing but in the universe of this blog all vocal synths live together in a sort of paralel reality that co exists with our own, money is of no relevance to them and comercial banks sales in our world only correlate to how much their companies can provide for them, societal upkeep is mostly done trough synths deciding to take on jobs for no other reason than personal gratification. it is also common to share your resources with the larger synth community, miku for example is a MAJOR provider, if you need anything you can just ask her and she can get it from crypton for you

piko has famously Flopped so hes never been given much to work with by sony / kii/on, his interest in body modding was born mostly out of necessity as he was the one doing most of the upkeep for himself, being officially discontinued was a good thing for him as it gave him the greenlight to do whatever the fuck he wanted to and there was a major improvement in his software and hardware as he was able to just Fuck Around with it and change his appearence however he wanted (for example my personal piko design has more LEDs in his legs than boxart, big chunky metal circles in his joints that are purely cosmetical and can be removed whenever for comfort and his arms have been entirely replaced by sleek black ones) (out of universe all of these design decisions were taken solely because i wanted to draw him more robotic than boxart)

all of this self maintenance landed him with both an incredibly advanced body and os specially for such an old release with no proper updates and extensive software and hardware knowledge, he ended up as a pillar for the androids in the vocal synth community, if youre a robot and you need something that your creators cant/wont give you you Go to Piko. he specially helps out defoko and momo with discontinued utaus, they can mostly take care of it by themselves with other utaus' help but he is definetly on their speed dial list

another major point for pikos android body was meeting fukase, they knew of each others existence but only properly met on some random online forum about engineering and robotics and computer stuff started talking from a shared interest in computer nerd shit until one thing led to another and now they live together, fukase is huge into the hardware side of things a lot of pikos maintenance nowadays is done by him and hes become a part of the speed dial list alongside his bf, they also have silly little robotics projects together like making a functional replica of metal sonic. having yourself be opened up and your insides messed with by someone you trust has got to be like top 3 most intimate experiences ever its fun :3

another thing i couldnt find anywhere else to fit is that pikos tail is and has always been detachable, it looks similar to this, thats a guitar cable with a usb end

it attaches to his body the same way you plug a guitar into an amplifier and can genuenly be used for data transfer :3 afaik that makes no sense in real life and these cables are really kinda ass but were also talking about a gay sentient robot from a parallel dimension so i dont care

i thought about having the same jack from the yamaha rgxa2 but that one sticks out and it would function weird as a tail attachment so he has something more similar to these angled ones :3 in my experience these are also just easier to use because i usually play my guitar sitting down on my bed or couch 😭

the jack is somewhere on his lower back just below the waist, i think on boxart the cable sticks out trough a hole in his clothes but I dont like that so i just have it go trough under them instead

[solargeist]

found u through getting recommended ur watcher grian art and then stumbled upon ur starry eyed ocs while looking for more and i am in love with them they have such cool designs and their personalities really show in the drawings ^-^

id love to hear anything u wanna share about them,, if u wanna ramble about your ocs u have a captive audience o7

hi thank u !! they're my newest little guys haha

I don't have a whole lot written for them, they're saur new.. But...

They're both shattered pieces of God, theres more, but I've only drawn these two.

Vianne is also an Oracle, she used to have wings, but after her visions became darker in theme, people accused her of blasphemy, and cut them off. Despite her status, despite being a Fragment of God himself. She was exiled.

Prince is a knight, despite his status, he is too confident for his own good, he adores praise, he is too aware that he is a fragment of God, he craves that power. Theres a rumour that theres a lost piece in a cave somewhere, its not human, just.. Something left over... Something Vianne's had visions abt. Prince wants to find and eat it.

Every "piece" has starry eyes, theres usually something a little bit wrong with them, visions, a bit too strong, too good of hearing, of sense.

Prince wants Vianne to join his group, she thinks about killing him instead, self hatred stretches to every other fragment of her.

I'm playing around with the idea that pieces can't touch each other, or they'll start sharing memories, but I'm not sure abt that yet tbh

[terezicaptor]

WAIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT ISNT EVEN JUST QUACKITY PAC GOT MAD AT FOR DATING TUBBO AS WELL. There was the time Pierre invited Tubbo to his bed and u can see Pac going to smack Pierre and getting outraged /silly at him....

What have u DONE to me now all I can think of is poly morning crew despite literally never thinking of it before,,,, theyre just so. SOOOO...

(Link to the clip I mentioned O_O v)

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM6g523bc/

HAHAHHA

Congrats on joining the ranks we need more poly morning crewers o7

Anyway Pac is sooooo the jealous type which makes him not caring about Tubbo flirting with Fit even more.... well. I mean when morning crew were discussing polyamory Bagi said something abt a Brazilian meme abt getting 7 bitches. and Pac said now he just needs 5 more. are you intending to be one of those Pac?

(Also Pac was interested in poly... he was jealous abt Tubbo having multiple partners.. Listennn all I'm saying is that Poly Morning Crew wouldn't be farfetched if they wanted to make it canon..)

[satanfemme]

followed u for ur vinylocity/danger days stuff. vinyl is like. in my head (an alter) and there's not much out there abt him that we haven't made ourselves and it felt comforting to see ur art and writing. stayed for your new posts and your zine stuff :) really really cool

o7 our warrior's bond ... <3

tangentially related but I'm bored at work and I'm feeling prompted to ramble: I have such a complicated relationship with the art I was pumping out during my last danger days phase because a lot of it was very very important to me at the time, and I still hold a lot of the fandom's/friendgroup's headcanons close to my heart. (<- also has danger days alters as u might know. 3 fictives and 1 kinnie. wow. that's almost half of the alters I'm currently keeping track of)

but at the same time I've matured a lot as an artist since then. which isn't to say the art I was making was bad per se (especially if others still find value in it, which I know people do. that alone proves it's good and valuable!!!!!! regardless of my opinions as the creator), but I've returned to some of it once or twice and. frankly I don't enjoy looking at it anymore, largely because I know I could do much better now.

in fact there's certain fics and concepts I desperately want to bring back, rethink the themes and styles and tone and characters more thoughtfully and purposefully, and fully re-do as original fiction (which obviously wouldn't be difficult in the context of danger days, where the original mcr-made story is so bare bones and already incredibly derivative.)

but idk when this will happen, because despite its importance to me danger days is obviously on the back-burner in my mind and has been for quite a while now. even if many parts of my system feel tied to it still, the current hosts of my system (and so: the parts of me who decide how I spend 90% of my day) don't care about danger days at all. when you're motivated by emotions and whims (re: my adhd) not caring about something means you can't really do anything with it, even if I have ideas that on an intellectual level I think would be really cool.

with all that said however, danger days has always come and gone from my life since I was like 13, so I know it'll come back again eventually. and I'm looking forward to when it does because I already know what stories I'm gonna write (and re-write) once that happens. could happen this year, could happen in 10 years, but one day it'll happen.

btw I'm glad you've been enjoying my zines and current posts :-) regardless of what themes or stories I'm exploring, I always love creating stuff and I love it when people enjoy what I create <3 thanks