#I can be bribed into writing more though 👀

[cable-knit-sweater]

Maya, I am just going insane from the Seb content this weekend. I had NO IDEA how much we'd be fed without any notice! 😩😩😩 What is he doing to us???? Walking around looking like that and that man is 100% feeling himself.

I love when he's strutting around and being an absolute menace to society. I feel like we were so unprepared for this prime beefsteak to attack us like this.

And it got me thinking that if we're so affected by it, then how does Chris react to seeing Sebastian walking around like that???

Subby Sebastian is one thing, but subby Chris? Seeing the photos and videos of Sebastian going about town and showing off his arms, his body, his hair, his waist and broad shoulders like that??? Seeing that confidence all over Sebastian's face and in the way he struts? I think he'd be completely gone. Needy and and just ready to obey whatever Sebastian asks him to do. No, demands him to do.

What are your thoughts????

Also ily 💖💖💖

TEJJJJJJ 💕💕

I was SO unprepared for the ATTACK on our sanity this weekend 😭😭 It was just so much, he looked SO good, and like you said, like he was really feeling himself. I cannot believe he’s just out there looking like this, strutting around like this. SUCH a slut 😫😫

Usually it’s only Chris that makes me…aggressively horny, or the two of them combined lol, but in this case?? I’m losing my fucking mind. He’s…he’s so hot.

And when he talks, he’s still baby, still a cutie, like always. But there’s this extra swagger to him, this… I don’t even know how to describe it.

And I think Chris, when he sees this, has the same reaction as me: FUCK ME.

Only in Chris’s case, the first thought is FUCK ME, as in “woah.” And the second thought is “FUCK ME.” as in - “you better be on the next flight home and fuck me.”

In my head, Chris usually tops. Even if they switch, Chris is still the more dominant of the two. He’ll tell Sebastian what to do, will make Sebastian fuck him until Seb’s thighs tremble and he desperately needs to come, and then Chris makes him hold off still, not allowing him to come until Chris has gotten what he wanted. Or he’ll tease him, rile him up a little, ask him “‘s that all you got sweetheart?”

But sometimes, sometimes, Chris wants something else. There’s literally nothing hotter to him than Sebastian feeling good about himself, feeling himself. When Sebastian is feeling especially good about himself, like he clearly is now, it can go one of two ways.

Chris will become so fucking feral, needing to have Sebastian underneath him so he can have his way with him, wanting to devour him alive. All he can think is: Mine.

Or, sometimes - and I HAVE to believe that’s the case right now - he wants to be devoured himself. Sebastian is looking so good, so strong. He’s walking around with all this confidence, smirking at everyone knowing what he’s doing to them. What he’s doing to Chris. It makes Chris feel a little weak-kneed, if he’s honest with himself.

Sebastian looks tanned, toned, like a fucking star. The way the white tank top he’s wearing in those photos clings to his chest, and the way those slacks frame his narrow waist, make Chris let out a high pitched noise when he sees them. His long, shiny brown hair would be the perfect length to hold onto as he fucks Sebastian. But that’s not what he wants. Not right now.

Maybe he comes across a little needy, a little desperate, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He texts Sebastian, “please tell me you’re coming home. I need you. Want you.” He needs to be held down, be fucked by this Sebastian, the one who looks like he owns every damn room he walks into, the one that looks like a fucking European prince, yesterday.

And when Sebastian does get home, way too many hours later - in which the tension and need inside of Chris just builds and builds - it takes everything in Chris to not just jump him when he walks through the door. Or, something he rarely feels in this way, to drop to his knees.

He lets Sebastian shower first though, insists he eat something, take a nap. But his boyfriend isn’t stupid. They’ve been together too long for him to not know what’s up.

So Sebastian says he doesn’t need a nap, voice knowing. He raises an eyebrow at Chris as he advances on him, and just a look between them is enough to know that they’re on the same page.

Chris doesn’t mind a little manhandling. At all. The fact that right now, Sebastian is so beefy and strong, while Chris has slimmed down a little - not having to work out so much because he’s not working on anything soon - makes it so much better. He’s a little in awe of the fact that Sebastian can manhandle him. And he does it just right.

He pushes Chris against the wall, kissing him heatedly. Strong arms keep him pinned to the wall, and Chris just melts. He doesn’t have to think - Sebastian will tell him where they go from here. “Shit, sweetheart-“ he breathes out in between searing hot kisses, “look- look so good, fuck.”

Sebastian just smirks at him, and it does things to Chris, something stirring in his belly, all his blood rushing south.

He lets himself be dragged to their bedroom, lets Sebastian take his clothes off, lets himself get pushed down onto the bed. As Sebastian crawls over him, muscles on his back rippling, arms bulging, he teases him a little about how needy and desperate Chris is.

“You okay there honey? He drawls, “God sweetheart, you’re drooling.”

“Fuck.” Chris curses. He might be. He cannot be blamed. He’s not okay - the fact that the confidence just pores out of Sebastian right now, makes it so much fucking worse.

“Hmmm,” Sebastian runs his hands over Chris’s chest, over his sensitive nipples, and he just keens, being pressed back against the mattress by the weight of Sebastian’s hands on his shoulders and his ass on his thighs.

“P-please, fuck, Seb baby you-you look so fucking good, I-I need-“ he babbles, already starting to lose it. It was bad enough in the photos. Seeing Sebastian like this for himself is…overwhelming.

“Shhhh, I will, I know what you need honey,” Sebastian says as he lifts Chris’s hands from where they’ve automatically wrapped themselves around Sebastian’s waist, pressing them back against the headboard. “Don’t move.”

Chris couldn’t move if he wanted to, pinned down by Sebastian’s thighs and the heated stare he gets from those gorgeous grey-blue eyes.

Sebastian’s weight lifts off him then, and he can’t keep in a whine, wanting him close. Sebastian doesn’t go far - just grabs the lube from their bedside table. “Turn around honey,” he says as crawls back onto the bed.

Chris has never gotten on all fours quicker. He feels almost like he’s going a little stupid, the way Sebastian gets sometimes when Chris fucks him, and they haven’t even done anything. He’s just…he’s weak, for Sebastian in general, but especially for Sebastian like this.

I love you tooooo 💕💕💕 sorry for how long this got, my thoughts ran away from me (and I have more thoughts but this is it for now)

[leapdayowo]

Redstone and Skulk OC time :3

Thought I’d turn my persona into a rns oc and give them a helsmet :3 I basically looked at my play style in Minecraft and took a few things from my own life and combined them to create these two! Short version about them below and a little story of their origins under that:

short version:

-Leapday_art (short version Leapday, she/he/they, the player) is afraid of losing important things in their life. He is very cautious about doing anything that could result in him dying and loosing everything in his inventory (sleeps through the night everytime to avoid monsters, barely visits the nether, strip mines, etc) +the cats next to Leapday are two of my darling kitties who unfortunately passed away irl, their names are Toby (left) and Toes (right)

-Nightfall_collections (short version Nightfall, all pronouns, the helsmet) was created from Leapday’s extreme fear of losing valuables and her grief from having lost valuables too many times. Xyr driving goal is to collect and preserve everything that xe can and to make sure there is always at least one copy

-other things about Nightfall: she is a magma cube hybrid while Leapday is a ??? hybrid player (if you read the story below this may make more sense👀). Nightfall can split into smaller duplicates which allows them to be in more places at once and thus more productive in their goal. She uses her goop-like body to write reminders on her clothes, then re-absorbs the goop later

-I think Nightfall would find himself as an organizer between lots of different parties/people in Hels due to being so dedicated to his goal + only being dedicated to this goal (his alignment is probably chaotic good because he’s loyal to his own goals and not to other people or outside rules. He does not take bribes or backstab). Also, Nightfall does not need to have possession of everything, but xe is trying to keep tabs on where everything that exist is at(this makes xem the go-to person for trying to obtain something in particular)

-I think Nightfall would become a sponsor (if that’s the right word?) for the Order of Remembrance because she greatly admires the work they do to preserve Hels’ history. She would also love Zedaph’s hall of all and definitely tries to work with private collectors to protect (and document/track) what they have (and she will keep what she knows a secret if it means protecting valuable things)

-Nightfall does not care about thieves unless they steal one of a kind things

-the doodles below were my earlier concepts, so Nightfall has green eyes before I realized it’s much more fitting for xem to have orange eyes

okay, okay, story time (because I realized the ‘short’ version was getting very extensive):

Maybe it had started in the very first world she spawned in. A brilliant blue sky that stretched over jagged, looming cliffs with forests scattered underneath. Trickling waterfalls and bubbling lava pits here and there. The natural beauty of the world left Leapday in awe and eager to explore what other wonders lay beyond the horizon.

It must have started with the first tree she broke, a squat little oak, one of hundreds in the forest. When the leaves of that little oak had all fallen, saplings littered the grassy floor. She should’ve been excited, feel triumphant even by taking down the tree, after all it’s how the journey had to start. Except, all that Leapday could see was the awkward gap in the canopy from the absence of the little oak. It felt like an itch unscratched, nagging and uncomfortable. Well that wouldn’t do.

They scooped up all the saplings littering the floor and planted one in the same dirt plot the little oak was uprooted from. Then they planted a few more just for good measure. The unease lingered, but planting the saplings felt good. It felt right. Now their adventure could truly begin!

——

In this world, Leapday’s only companions were the pigs and sheep that he passed on his journey, though he would argue, if there were someone to argue with, that the world itself brought him company enough. That the days and nights passing was a conversation between the universe and Leapday, and thus a consistent companion. And what gifts did the universe provide for him to find! Rushing rivers that fed into powerful oceans, plenty of trees to sleep in and collect, and mountains to climb with the best views of the sunset. Never a dull moment for him as there was always something new to experience and see.

However, despite all its gifts, the universe was slow to explain the finer mechanics of the world, such as health to Leapday. A week of traversing through thick forests and steep cliffs left them battered and bruised. They learned how to gauge the distance of a drop and how to place blocks to minimize the pain in their ankles from falls. A similar pain gnawed from the inside of their stomach, which they discovered was briefly satiated by devouring the apples that fell from the trees.

During one climb up a particularly harrowing cliff, Leapday learned about the unforgiving weight of sand by placing it under her feet in order to reach the next ledge. The block had crumbled in a near instant, sending her plummeting towards the ground. Instead of hitting the hard rocks below, she splashed into a stream from a nearby waterfall. When she had dragged herself onto land and her heart had steadied to a more familiar pace, she let out a fit of bewildered laughter that overwhelmed the panic from moments ago. She knew falls much shorter than this one could take days to recover from, so what kind of pain would she be in if she hadn’t gotten lucky and fallen in the stream? Something cold ran through her and sank to the pit of her stomach. Dread of what could have been, what could still be if she wasn’t more careful. She resolved to never find out what would happen. How unfortunate that her next fall would be into a pit of lava, the very one she had been camping at throughout the nights.

He was being careful, more so than he had been for the first week in this world anyways. That didn’t seem to matter because he had still slipped when placing the block before him and fallen. It was his first respawn, and it introduced him to a few new things like a punch to the face. The first revelation was the agony of burning to death, and death itself. He curled into himself, crying at the phantom feeling of the lava eating at his flesh. The intense heat and how the lava had trapped him in place and burned. It was a twisted version of the warmth of the sun, which was shining down on him and in comparison felt as cool as the air in caves. The second realization came slowly as the memory of fire ebbed. Their knuckles no longer popped and their joints no longer ached. The tightness in their muscles had vanished, leaving softer tissue on the bone and the emptiness in their stomach no longer hurt. They felt new and full of energy, ready to begin their journey again. How strange they had forgotten what this felt like. White scars from their oldest injuries and freckles from sun touched skin still littered their body. They had died, but now were in perfect health again. Leapday took in her surroundings, her face lighting up with delight at the sight of a familiar oak tree. It had grown into quite the study tree since the start of her adventure. Soon after her reunion, Leapday discovered her now empty inventory when she reached for blocks to place in order to climb the canopy. The absence of stacks of logs, dirt, and sand had her racing towards the lava pit before her mind could catch up. Panic pushed her feet to run faster and dodge every obstacle. She ignored nicks from branches in her way and the sting of sharp rocks on her bare feet. The timer was ticking down. Her items would be gone- she just had to- if she wasn’t fast enough-

She burst through the tree line and was greeted by the familiar heavy heat of the lava pit. The sight of it made her recoil out of fear of falling back in even from many blocks away. On shaky legs, she circled the perimeter and searched for her items. The timer was still ticking, but they were nowhere to be seen! She crept as close as she dared to the lava and swept her eyes across the surface of the pool. Then she darted into the surrounding trees looking high and low.

Nothing.

No logs. No saplings or dirt or anything!

This was their third lesson. You lose items after death, and lava destroys those items.

Don’t die, especially not in lava, and don’t lose your items.

Now they had to start over, and this time not dying proved to be harder than expected. More falls and similar accidents happened. Zombies began appearing, persistent in their pursuit of Leapday’s flesh. Then skeletons, creepers, and spiders appeared and introduced many more ways one could die. The pain from the deaths hurt, but they became mundane as weeks turned to months. Loosing items became more painful and frightening when Leapday discovered crafting. More time and resources were needed to start over after dying with crafted items, so they took to the world underground. They followed their instinct to craft pickaxes and torches, to chip away at the stone in search of more sturdy materials. They crafted their first stone pickaxe and found it to be superior to the wooden one.

Maybe it truly started with that wooden pickaxe. When she crafted the stone tools, the wooden pickaxe sat in her hotbar, still good for half a day’s work but now obsolete. It had served her well to progress her journey, a necessary step, but it felt wrong to simply set it aside. It felt like the gap in the canopy all over again, but she very well couldn’t plant the pickaxe in the ground and solve her unease. Not sure what else to do, she attached it to her hip and went on with her day. She wouldn’t destroy it or toss it, she would simply carry it with her until she found what she needed to do with it next. It became her new companion (it was her first crafted tool. It was the first and therefore the only one that would ever exist).

Now equipped with wood and stone blocks, Leapday built their base over their mine. The wooden pickaxe found its place over the doorway leading outside, marking the build as their home. It felt right, so they continued their expansions. Farms were planted along a nearby river and fences placed to corral cows and sheep. Torches were the one item they were generous with. They were thrown across their property liberally since their light would deter creepers spawning too close for comfort.

During a thunderstorm that had picked up abruptly one morning, Leapday poked around at their communicator. It was a lightweight device that had been attached to their forearm since first spawning into the world and never disappeared after dying. After lots of fiddling with the different menus and buttons on the screen, they came across YouCraft. It was an archive of videos made by other players scattered across the universe, documenting their own worlds and progress! With the storm still crashing down around Leapday’s base, they curled up in bed and began watching the first video that caught their eye. It turned out that he had lots more to learn about the universe! After waiting out the storm, and then the night, by watching these videos, he learned about other biomes and blocks still left to discover as well as potions, enchanting, and other dimensions! A dragon was where this journey led for most players, though some took their time getting to it. Above all, he realized he needed diamonds. Diamonds were what every player sought due to their strength, but they were rare and dangerous to collect being so deep underground. They were needed to further Leapday’s journey however, so collecting them became his top goal. Quickly he learned how impossible achieving this goal would be. Well, it seemed impossible after spending days underground chipping at the cold stone and coming up empty. Strange echoes rang through the tunnels and more than a few times paranoia of something (or someone. He had heard the legends of Herobrine) sneaking up on him was enough to make him hole up for hours. Grey, grey stone that went on for miles. Grey cobblestone trailed behind him when his inventory filled. Leapday found other minerals, but the sparkling teal of diamonds still lay buried elsewhere. He mined for so long he began to doubt that the rare mineral even generated in this world. That only grey existed. That was until he broke away the next layer of stone before him and found himself staring uncomprehending at the bits of teal poking through stone. Uncontainable joy broke through his shock like sunlight through parting storm clouds. They were real! Diamonds were real and right in front of him! Invigorated with new energy, Leapday got to work extracting the diamonds just as they had seen others do. The amount paled in comparison to the stacks other players had, but in that moment he didn’t care. It was enough to have found them and confirm they even existed in this world. That weeks of sore arms digging at indifferent stone and unsteady gravel caches falling finally amounted to their new prized possession.

By the time he arrived back at his base, the novelty of finding diamonds began to wear off. He had to admit it was a measly amount. Just barely enough for a diamond pickaxe. What good would a stronger pickaxe be with no enchantments or replacements for when it broke? It had taken so long to find just a few diamonds what were the chances of finding more? No, they wouldn’t craft anything with the rare mineral until they had enough for spares and back ups. So back to the mines they went, and excruciatingly slow they found more, and continued to reason that crafting them was a poor decision. What if an accident happened and they couldn’t get back to their stuff? If they were swallowed by a pit of lava? So much time would be spent only to be wasted. Almost like their thoughts and fears had manifested it, a freak lava incident happened not long after. Leapday had been feeling good that day, so good because their most recent mining trip had yielded 13 diamonds and another cluster just across a lava lake. As they bridged across the lake, plans of finally crafting their collection of diamonds began to form making them giddy. It was the type of giddy that made any obstacle feel like child’s play and beyond consequence. That they finally could start progressing on their journey once more. It was enough to distract Leapday from the crunch of gravel under their feet and for their pickaxe to swing off its mark into the unsteady floor. The ground gave way and sent her tumbling into the lava.

She woke up screaming in her bed. Screaming from agony of ghostly flames that ate flesh, and then from loss and frustration. It wasn’t fair! Her luck had just turned up for the best and now all of it was gone! Every plan to use the diamonds tossed out the window and into a burning pit of despair. How stupid of her to not notice the gravel! All that time for nothing! She should have called it a day and come up 13 diamonds richer with plenty of levels for enchanting. All her gear and tools and items from mineshafts would still be intact, but no. Her head was too far in the clouds and now it was gone. She hadn’t even had the foresight to mark the cave to return to, so sure of her victory. There would be no hope navigating the twisting and sprawling tunnels below, and even if she tried to go back, the sight of lava would probably be enough to make her hurl. Fat tears began dripping down her face as she cursed and wallowed. They blurred his vision, so with a few steadying breaths and a final gross sniffle, he wiped at his eyes. Then he went to swing his legs over the bed to pick up the pieces of his day and froze. On his hand, both hands actually, were thick black smudges of… of something. What was that? He reached up to his face and traced the wet tear tracks with a clean finger. It too came away covered in the strange goop. An incredulous laugh burst from him, which evolved into hysterical crying. More tears fell from his eyes and he let them. The tangled web of grief in his chest unraveling as he did so, and he felt the last of his energy drain away until-

Sunlight trickled through the curtains and roused Leapday from their sleep. Birds were chirping and the familiar sounds of the animals grazing and leaves rustling cradled their mind while the events of the previous day trickled back to them. They felt heavy and gross. Their eyes crusty and mouth dry as a desert were a sure sign of their emotional distress. Disappointment felt like stones being dropped on them when they pulled up their empty inventory. It really was all gone. They let their head flop back onto their pillow and took a steadying breath, trying to recount the reasons they should get out of bed. Maybe they would stick to the joys of the world above ground for a month or two. Take up weaving or painting. They had plenty of resources to finally build a barn and an expansion to the house. Maybe they would go with a grassy roof.

Yeah. That could be alright. With one final sigh, Leapday pushed themself up off their bed and dragged themself over to their cauldron to clean up. They could see from their reflection that only a few faint smudges remained on their face, which they gently wiped away. Crying black goop was probably not normal now that their mind was more stable to think it over. Or maybe it was normal? It had never happened before, but the players on YouCraft all had their own quirks that Lepaday lacked, so maybe it was normal for them?

It turned out the inky tears were a new normal. From that incident onward, whenever they experienced a great sense of loss the strange tears formed and sank into the ground. They appeared when Leapday lost their first wolf companion and when they accidentally deleted a creative world full of builds of an ambitious project.

Meanwhile…

in another world…

In Hels, black goop bubbled to the surface of a sea of lava. From a distance, the surface seemed its usual hungry self, shifting and popping as it patiently waited for Hels and its inhabitants to finally crumble in. The goop was not consumed by its hunger however. It stretched towards the netherrack shore like a snake in water. Once it had gathered all of itself onto more solid ground, it sat and waited for more of itself to arrive, bouncing and bubbling over the terrain in the meantime. They could only wait so long however, after all, there was much to collect and preserve and too little time to do so.

And it’s finished! Whew, I don’t typically write, so this was a lot to work on amidst all my finals projects (totally worth it tho! It was great practice). I wasn’t planning on writing so much about leapday, but then I realized the interesting potential of writing about players when they’re new to the world. If they are akin to gods, they still enter the world with a lot to learn. The goop at the end is Nightfall, who then went on to travel Hels and collect as many blocks and items as xe could before xe came across the city Evil X established. At first they were incredibly overwhelmed by the amount of stuff to preserve in the city and mostly stuck to collecting free scraps and garbage. It probably did something to gain the attention of a member of the Order of Remembrance, who taught Nightfall about their goals and a few things about how society/Hels worked. From there, Nightfall set off to establish a massive collection and documentation of anything and everything, working with people in the process but also quite an eccentric personality that can be quite a hermit when buried in paperwork (not many people are willing to do paperwork as diligently as Nightfall)

Also, YouCraft is YouTube in the Minecraft world :P I felt I needed to separate it from our version of mcyt because in this universe the characters are real and making videos about their lives rather than people playing a video game (at least that’s how I’m headcanoning it)

thank you @silverskye13 for providing some more lore about Hels and the Order of Remembrance (as well as Redstone and Skulk as a whole <3) as well as inspiring me to keep trying to improve my writing and thank you to @/yayforocs for inspiring me to finally make my own rns OCs and this post :3

[mochinomnoms]

IM CRYING I GOT SICK SO I DONT FEEL WELL😭😭😭😭 Still I'll push through and get these Valentine's scenarios to you!!! You might get the other two a bit later tho so sorry!!!

Azul would definitely make sure to give you your gift first. He has done extensive research and came to Ramshackle with a bouquet of your favorite flowers! Though Valentines wasn't foreign to him, the way humans celebrated was a bit different! Then he'd take you to the town on the island, because somehow he got permission from Crowley!

It was with a bribe

........

At least you think so? But you got to go and have a great time on the rest of the island so who cares? He took you to multiple shops and then to the beach after. When you got back to campus you both went to his dorm. And it confused him to no end when you told him to wait while you ran off towards the dorms kitchen. He waited like an hour until you came out. He was a little annoyed but he couldn't go into the kitchen since the twins were keeping guard of the door as he heard sizzling. Hands down you enter the room with a, "Missed me?"

He'd question why you took so long but little did he know you ALSO did your research! Leading him to his own VIP room you'd explain nothing to him and watch as he blushed and tried to get answers from you. I mean why go to such a private room on such an intimate day? He's embarrassed even more as some other dorm members walk past him, a blushing mess, being tugged into his private office.

Not to mention your teasing the entire way there with hand holding and little pecks! He wouldn't say it out loud (7 forbid the tweels hear him) but he loves your affection just as much as it embarrasses him! And sevens, does it embarrass him!

When you get to the room the foods already set up! Courtesy of the twins. He knows the food was made by you, why else would you be gone for an hour!? and is kinda nervous for two reasons.

He's not too sure you can cook

2. Gifting food (for octo-mers) is usually part of their courting process

And I mean, yeah sure he's already dating you and everything but it feels really intimate! And it gets even more so when you lift the fork and bring it to his lips. (sorry to the people who CAN cook) But it seems Azul was right about questioning your culinary abilities.... Its kind of charred around the edges too, not a lot but to someone who's skilled at cooking its hard to not notice.

"Its burnt!" Azul laughs light heartily even though he still takes a bite.

"Yeah well its made with love, not skill," you reply sarcastically. As he eats his fill he makes comments about how he wants to avoid getting chubby, which you quickly dismiss saying you'd love him however he looked. To be completely honest he practically melts into your side on the couch. Its cute how shy he gets with this, and he seems to be leaning in more to your touch more.

Idk how to end this so HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!! I hope you enjoyed and I'll finish the other ones soon!!

-✨👀

Happy Valentine's Day (late, sorry baby I got busy yesterday until night time)

This is so cute! I love it! Food is def my love language, so I would love cooking a meal for Azul!! It's such an intimate thing to hand feed your partner...Azulito let me feed you 😭

Thank you for the gift my love! I appreciate it! Maybe in the future I can write a series on food as a love language with the twst cast!

[brighteststar707]

Tell me why I see cool socks and immediately think "yes this is Faye"??? And the hyperfixation because somehow you're strong enough to only have ONE constant hyperfixation. Also, got any more knight Luciel HC to share?👀

You're correct on two and a half counts Xela!

I have the COOLEST sock collection and I'm not afraid to brag about it. I have cow print socks, ghost socks, dog socks, penguin socks, you name it. I may be wearing big old boots but under the boots there are always some very cool socks hehe

I definitely don't have the strength of mind for just one hyperfixation at a time, though. This baby can fit so many simultaneous interests you wouldn't believe it. I keep this blog quite mysme-centric, but my brain is always spinning with something or another. At the moment, the things spinning around in my head are:

- Howl's Moving Castle (I'm rereading the book - I will never be normal about it), something about how pathetic and annoying he is is so charming in an 'only in books' way

- my sims 3 legacy (I haven't played with them for months and I MISS my little pixel people) I even brought them up on a date recently after a cocktail too many (and he's still seeing me so it must have worked somehow)

- Saeyoung letting go and going Ape Shit (again, I know, I had hoped that writing it out would have gotten it out of my system but I guess it wasn't enough). Particularly V route Saeyoung where he just loses his mind a little and goes on a self-destructive spree (and what's more, this time the MC isn't his rock but someone who is attached to the person to blame! The drama!)

- Knight Luciel/ loyalty to ones own detriment and twisted love dynamics (It's a wonder I never got into the V/Rika thing).

As for more knight Luciel headcanons, let me think...

He is a very good fighter, not known for his brute strength but for how nimble he is. He is fast and deadly if he has to be. His eyes glimmer beautifully (and dangerously, depending on who you are) from under his helmet and it's something that catches MC of guard the first time they see him with it on.

He loves the horses. Whether they love him back is still up for debate. He always has tasty treats on him to bribe them with though.

As I mentioned yesterday, he has a certain affinity for magic that he discovers by accident. His methods are completely unorthodox but they get the job done so he's happy. His powers are mostly connected to objects and imparting magic onto them as opposed to casting it from his hands. One time he got really angry and people swear they saw sparks coming off of his armour.

And, if the past few paragraphs weren't enough proof in themselves, I am a massive nerd.

These are probably messy but here we go! That's my brain at the moment!

[sawdusst]

Coroika Pirate AU part one (?)

So, I don’t really have a plot outline in mind, I just wanted to draw some characters as pirates and give them some adventures :D But, I kind of picture some inklings/octolings seeking adventures and wanting to explore the seas. 

There is also a new phenomenon occurring in inklings/octolings in this AU, where certain ones have the ability to turn into giant krakens (not to be confused with the special) for an extended period of time when they are submerged in water. This is definitely a surprise tool that'll help us later 😎👍

Most of their weapons are the same/similar to the ones they use in the manga, just adjusted to fit the concept a bit better :] 

Pirates in this AU will do turf wars, hoping to capture the other’s ship. Unless they have some other motivations ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ But, that’s not really important tbh---- I kinda focused more on having fun designing the characters for this AU. I might make a part two if I ever draw/write more for it? We’ll definitely have to see I guess.

Uhh anyways this'll be a long post, so have fun reading!

Anyways, I drew the S4 as pirates for this AU :D So, here they are! 

(The S4’s teammates are also on board with them :D I just didn’t really have much planned for them, but they’re there!)

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Skull:

For the most part, Skull’s personality is pretty much the same as it was in the original manga. He’s the captain of the S4 pirates and well-known across all seven seas as a sharpshooter & exceptional marksman.

He’s pretty much a pirate you NEVER want to mess with while you’re at sea

He's previously had connections with The X-Blood Pirates and Captain Vintage— but he doesn't like talking about it

Despite his intimidating reputation, Skull is actually a pretty laid back captain— perhaps a bit too laid back 

He can be bribed with food

He has a horrible sense of direction, he leaves that to Army. 

Captain Skull is a pretty funky name if you ask me 

He doesn’t like to steal/raid villages like most pirates do, he likes the action-- but not at the cost of innocent lives.

Mask:

Mask is in charge of ship repairs if there ever needs to be any. Although he’s not the best with tools, he does get help from Aloha

He’s also in charge of the canons aboard the ship

He still wears his gas mask because of hay fever

He likes to play cards whenever he’s bored on the ship.

He’s rather pessimistic and it takes him some time to trust others.

He's sailed with Captain Skull for a few years.

Army:

Army’s the cook aboard the ship. He’s good at making curry :D

Army comes from a noble family, which he ran away from so he could join Captain Skull

B-Sailor and W-Sailor are medics aboard the ship. (B-Sailor is also a sniper) (I didn't know where else to put this info)

Army has a series of manuals containing years and years of battle experience/journals of what it’s like at sea. It’s desired by many other pirate crews because they want the information within them

Army also has a few pet messenger pigeons which he uses to communicate with other pirates nearby.

Army sometimes helps with navigation and has to give directions to the captain.

Aloha:

Aloha & his team were bandits

He’s exceptionally good at pickpocketing and can unlock almost any lock

Aloha & his team were recruited by Army to join because of their skills.

Aloha initially refused Army’s invitation to join the crew, but later accepted it after thinking about it some more.

Aloha’s mostly there to hang out on the ship, Skull doesn’t mind having him around for the most part— Sometimes his pickpocketing skills come in handy though :D

Straw, Snorkel, and Octoglasses also help out sometimes with ship repairs if needed :]

He's not exactly the best at cooking, though he's tried when Army was injured at one point

Oh yeah, Rider is here too :D I have info on him but I haven't had the chance to draw him yet 👀

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I might add on some more stuff eventually but this is what I have so far! If you have any questions or want to ask me about it, pls send me a message through the ask box I'd love to talk about it more :DD

Also feel free to ask as much as you'd like! I'm so excited about it and talking about it more ahhdjsjcnskvnkdjjfj

Thanks for reading!

[hard-core-super-star]

oh, now you're speaking for me, miss rubix? 🤨 you were right, we're on the same page and 🧞 shouldn't feel offended, they should feel honored, badass and cool, all these things. I'm not going to comment on you being called out. I'm laughing silently.

gwjaksjsk how was the class? with that statement should I expect more unexpected things then? YEAH andrew's version really is... I don't know who's luckier, him or gwen because- god. do it like this: transform yourself into him and then make a clone, that way you can be him AND with him, and if you don't want to keep it, you can give the clone to me. also, no, I lied. I'm not miles coded because I'm actually... I'm him and he's me, we're the same person.

bribe you? me??? nope, never. depends on your price. noooo, please tell me, no one is watching. I need to know.

I'm not considering it anymore, now what? I- I still am... 😔 OKAY knowing that you don't want a part 2 of alpha!kate didn't make me happy or anything like that, after all, I didn't like this fic at all. and it's not like I already said that it became one of my fav fics. since you wouldn't want to hear my thoughts on this, I'm not going to say that the multiple fics in one thing is an really good idea. see Kate rescuing R and how little by little their relationship became such a strong bond- and what it was like for R to see that that not every alpha is an asshole, and that they can be loved and having their feelings and thoughts validated wouldn't be a nice thing to see. definitely out of question.

no, don't test me please, I would come off like an idiot hdhdikwak damn, so you already do this so often that it comes out naturally? 😭

I'm still amazed at so much of the language you chose to learn. I find this thing of listening out loud confusing and cool at the same time, there are so many words that are written and have the same pronunciation, but in reality they have a meaning that has nothing to do with the other. but don't be afraid, portuguese is not a big deal and won't pull your leg at night lmao, having it as a goal is already a step forward. well, whether you projecting or not, it really suits her sooooo. the way she attaches to clint is so genuine, you can see that she admires him as a superhero and the person who inspired her to follow this path, but it goes so much further than that. she's genuinely happy when he says they're working together 🫠 “she doesn't really have anyone else” damn, I just got another free punch. they literally won't admit it, but since you brought this up, I wouldn't mind you talking about kate and yelena's relationship. touch starved kate is so real that's sad lmao.

– 🌟

dghjksddsgj shut up, i was right, wasn't i? that's clearly what matters here. excuse me, you definitely need to comment on this since you're part of it too, that anon clearly called you out as well.

honestly, it was kind of boring. i totally didn't spend the majority of it replying to your messages or anything. [and before you say anything, it's called multitasking] you should always expect the unexpected, especially when it comes to my writing. after all, much madness is divinest sense, right? exactly, they're both way too attractive and their chemistry is insane. lmao, that's not a horrible idea. does it count as narcissism, though? the multiverse is a crazy thing so yeah, i believe that.

idk, it sounds like you're two sentences away from actually bribing me so👀 you already know my price, i accept stars and compliments it's funny that you're saying this after someone came into my inbox to call me out which clearly means there are people watching. nice try but nope. i'm sure you can figure it out on your own, it's clearly been obvious to all our outside observers.

you're such a bad liar. you didn't have to admit it for me to know that, btw. i'm so glad to hear you very clearly don't care about alpha!kate or the possibility of a part 2 because i'm obviously not seriously considering writing it. since you didn't give me your opinion on an idea i didn't already have, i won't tell you that's exactly what i thinking of doing, just a complete exploration of feelings and the softest version ever of kate. i agree that it's definitely out of the question and i'm not thinking about outlining it and sharing some more thoughts with you about it. not at all. i also won't ask if it should include smut since you clearly don't want a part 2.

you've been doing great without even trying so i don't think you have anything to worry about. yeah, kind of. i usually do it in my head since no one ever know what i'm talking about. you're kind of the exception to that, though which means i probably won't stop. [something something because i could not stop...for Death]

learning english when i was young definitely gave me an impulse to try to learn more languages because if english is weird af and i managed to learn it, what's to stop me from learning more? i also had a lot of free time during the pandemic so i sat down and forced myself to actually try to learn french. [i ironically went to paris without speaking french lmao] i'm always so much better at reading words and understanding them than hearing them spoken out loud. i think portuguese will be the next language i tackle after i get fully comfortable with italian. listen, it's all fun and games until i have to start pronouncing things lmao. i always just default to spanish pronunciations because that's how my brain works. [i also don't want to sound like a gringa, that's embarrassing af] i'm glad you think so. and yeah, i think her attachment to him runs so much deeper than just,"oh, i saw him fighting aliens when i was younger." she doesn't merely idolize him and i think the show tries to touch on it but they always revert back to making kate act like a goof, which again, does fit her personality but only sometimes. sdjgjjgh sorry, it hurts to admit it but kate hides a lot of pain under that cute little smile. i honestly love thinking about what their next meeting would be like. like, would yelena just randomly break into her apartment again and be like "where are the drinks you promised me last time???" i think she would, tbh and i get quite a kick from that idea, especially ‘cause i think kate would turn into an absolute mess lmao.

[musette22]

hallo hallo my dearest Minnie love 💛💕💛💕💛💕 I come to you today spontaneously and of my own volition, not at all bribed or manipulated by anyone in any way, as per my own initiative (and of my own free will, no less!!), to say that I'm really excited to hear that you're planning to write those Steve/Chris & Bucky/Seb fics after all!! This is wonderful news!!! I'm so happy!!! Can you tell that I'm dying inside at the very thought???? FKSHGJDHKFGJ MY AWKWARD ASS CAN'T TAKE THIS *FLINGS SELF INTO THE DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN * Seriously though, I may be a little biased at this point, but I think there's something there~ If there should ever be any… Chreve? Evanogers…? or um, Buckastian (Starnes??????) content, I shouldn't mind consuming it at all 💖💖💖🌈🌈 Now I'll go bury myself under a pile of rocks, bye 🧡

OH I SEE, yes clearly you were not coerced in ANY way, by ANYONE, to come into my inbox to tell me how excited you are about the Steve/Chris & Bucky/Seb fics I am allegedly planning, smh 😂 Lmao I should have known that sneaky little schemer of ours would have no qualms about dragging our mutual friends into this madness...

I love you so much, sweetheart 😂😂😂 YOU'RE THE CUTEST BEEN TO EVER BEAN 🥰🥰 And such a good sport! I hug you!!!!

Please, Chreve is my new favourite ship name, so sexy 🤣 Alas, I am not strong enough (aka too damn loyal to my OTPs) to ever write any Chreve or Starnes or what have you, BUT on the off chance you don't know this one yet, I remember saw myself tonight (caught my reflection in the mirror) being quite the doozy (it's Buckastian 👀) soooo... have fun? 🔥🔥

I love you, my darling Rils!!! More than is healthy, probably, but I don't care cause you're just too darn fabulous 😌😘💖💖💖

[spitdrunken]

Okay, how would I have to bribe you to share more stuff about Caleb/that extreme fantasy you mentioned? That scenario with him was so hot 👀

:’)!! pls feel free to send another ask about his most extreme fantasies cuz this got looong already!! i kinda wrote a similar post to this before but i feel like the way im writing him keeps changing little bits LMAO

notes: implied dubcon, implied abuse, incredibly unhealthy coping mechanisms, suicidal ideation (kind of,, more like just a general death wish)

Abuse is what Caleb wants, but it’s not what he needs.

Ever since his first love left him with a scarred heart, inside and out, it’s the only way he knows how to get attention. In his essence, Caleb is a very, very lonely person, who yearns for whatever attention he can get- And, over time, this is the way he’s deemed the most effective, as unusual as it is. (That doesn’t mean he’s still not a creep and can’t be manipulative, though.) Fear is not the kind of response he wants, and if that’s what he gets, he’s quick to back off. What he wants is aggression. He’ll hit on people who are clearly dating and out together, just to get someone to yell at him or throw a punch. He uses the sketchiest dating apps and websites for hookups, basically telling them there are ‘no limits’ and dealing with the consequences as they come to him. If he ends up in a situation he doesn’t like, it’s his own fault, right? He’ll wander the streets late at night after being kicked out of someone’s place, long after public transport has stopped running. Even if it did, he wouldn’t have the money to spare. 

This is as far as he’ll get with anyone, he thinks. This is all he’s good for, and all he’ll ever need. And he adores it! He genuinely does!! He gets an incredible kick out of it, and could cum from getting the shit beat out of him. The risks are no deterrent to him. He expects to end up dead in a ditch one day, or locked up in the back of a van and kidnapped. Caleb’s only surprised it hasn’t already happened. He couldn’t imagine a more fitting and deserving end for himself. He’ll die doing what he loved. What else does he have going for him, anyway? It’s enough. It’s what he tells himself. 

(But then why... Why does it hurt every time someone kicks him out, or treats him as disposable? When he returns home and texts them, only to find himself blocked? Why does his heart race whenever a decent person comes along, who actually patches him up after one of their ‘sessions’? Lows always follows his highs, and it always ends up with him feeling utterly dead inside.)

Caleb is not easy to love. He’s a lot more closed off and private than one would guess from his shameless behaviour. Any genuine kindness will be met with resistance, showing the absolute worst of himself, enough to scare most people of. It’s his ‘test of loyalty’, if you will. He wants to know if you won’t leave him before being vulnerable. Love won’t ‘fix’ him either. (One could argue it makes him worse, in ways.) But once you have him ensnared, he’s yours: Forever.