#I promise I'll eventually post art of him here

[r-aindr0p]

oh oh since you like priests, have you seen sunday from honkai star rail? he's like a fucked up angel bird priest who ppl repent their sins to, i think you'd like him! (his sister is v v cute too)

Him ??? Yea I really like him and his sister's design !! I do play the game (when I take the time to bc I have many gachas on my phone so it's hard to get organized :") ) Has his banner been up yet ?? I hope not I'll try to get rolls in stock for him afehdzj I love angel and/or priest-coded character so much eee

[pleucas]

If your still looks for requests the casino owner 🙏🙏🙏 please 🙏🙏🙏

Your art is so prettyy but idk if you’ve drawn him yet

:0 actually i just drew sigma for some IG requests... guess i'll post some of em here too aha

here she is. luv her... she was very fun to draw actually (i thought the hair would destroy me but it was actually quite nice) and her fit is one of the best in the series no joke. maybe i'll do more...?

yosano!

higuchiiii

lucy <3 also a really fun fit to draw

🥹

& cow boy!

feel free to send in more reqs <3 i'll get to them eventually promise

[strongheartneteyam]

[ all credits of the Neteyam pic go to the incredibly talented @cinetrix ♡]

Champagne Problems

Part 2

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: neteyam is a simp for reader, black cat gf/golden retriever bf "trope", a whole lot of angst, beach party, use of alcohol, some romantic comedy vibes, neteyam acting a bit cocky lol, reader is a tiny bit of a meanie towards neteyam, sexual language, sexual content, reader is a bit antisocial, flirting, emotionally unavailable bc of trauma reader, unrequited love (neteyam is the one having the unrequited feelings), sexual tension, commitment issues, exophilia, size kink, interspecies relationship, bad words. Hit me up to lemme know if I forgot something ahaha

Synopsis: Neteyam has had his eye on you for long but you always kept him away, at a safe distance. You have no feelings for him after all, you only think he's really attractive... right? What happens when he starts flirting with you at a Metkayina beach party and he just won't give it up? Will you finally give him a chance to show you how he feels or will you keep hiding behind the armor that you have for a heart? Neteyam is known among the na'vi as persistent and everybody knows he doesn't back off from a challenge. And you're his favorite one.

Reader is slightly older than Neteyam, for only 2 years.

Neteyam and Reader (AI Art)

Do you guys remember the story inspired by Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift that I promised like ages ago? Well... The first part is here? 🤓 A lot of people seemed to be excited to read this when I posted that sneak peak. Hope you guys like it! kiss kiss 💗

Slightly proofread.

Part 1 : Say Yes to Heaven

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If you dance, I'll dance

And if you don't, I'll dance anyway

Give peace a chance

Let the fear you have fall away

I've got my eye on you

(...)

Say yes to Heaven, say yes to me

Say Yes To Heaven (Lana Del Rey)

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"It's not like you're not gonna break me in half if we try to get down and dirty." You laugh a bit too much, the alcohol invading your brain slowly, making you care less and less about behaving in a "socially acceptable" way. Though you wondered if your not-a-bit-elegant-honesty mattered at all to Neteyam Sully, the na'vi boy sitting in the maroon leather couch, by your side, his huge size making the couch look ridiculously small. He was na'vi, after all. Totally different culture. The na'vi were way more upfront about their real thoughts and feelings.

Neteyam had been talking loudly, almost yelling, at your ear for the past 40 minutes, trying to make his voice sound louder than the party's music, so you could hear him try to convince you to hook up with him. As if the loud uplifting songs that echoed in the salty air of that Metkayina beach were not enough to bug your tired head, now you had Neteyam helping your headache get worse.

"That doesn't mean you can't let me take you home. Or even let me make you my mate, eventually, if we end up falling in love while we fuck under the starry sky. You might like laying with me in my hammock and letting me pleasure you more than you think. Maybe you'll want to be my girl once you get a taste of this na'vi spice" He was joking around with you while flirting.

His thick, muscular but still fleshy thighs were spread on the sofa way too much to your liking. It was almost like he was trying to show you how masculine or desirable - some bullshit like that - he was. You know, that kind of thing a lot of guys usually do when trying to seduce you.

You knew Neteyam was aware he was handsome, that his body was attractive. He had always had girls - na'vi and human - all over him since he was a teen, drooling over his beauty.

But if he thought his loverboy flirting that must have worked so easily with just way too many girls before was gonna work that easily with you, he was mistaken.

Okay, you had to admit he was being pretty insistent, though. Neteyam had been there for almost an hour already. You did not understand what was making him insist that much on you if you had an armor as impenetrable as the one of a human warrior of the Middle Ages, back on Earth. And those armors were really hard to get under.

"Listen" you took a last big sip of your champagne and put the glass cup on the wooden table next to the sofa "When you gonna give up, honey? It's not gonna work. I'm not hooking up with you." You looked him in the eyes.

Goddamn, were his orbs big compared to the ones of a human. 

They were beautiful, though.

Damn, (y/n)! Focus, girl!

"I'm known among my people for being disciplined, focused and getting what I want because I fight hard for it. You're my focus now, tawtute." (human) I'm not giving up on you. You're like my Ikran. You're wild and hard to get but I'll conquer you, sevin tawtute." (pretty human) "On the first try."

"Cocky much?" You smirked and shook your head in disapproval "No, but, seriously, Neteyam, are you out of your mind? Have you forgotten about tsaheylu? I don't have a neurological queue, babe. I know I have many braids in my hair," You pointed out your hairstyle "but they're all regular human braids. None of them have little tendrils on its tip. Sorry, Neteyam. We're Romeo and Juliet. And Juliet doesn't even love Romeo in this story. You're deemed to heartbreak." You said, like you could not care less about his attempts to win you over, sipping on your sparkling champagne, that went down your throat comfortably, making you feel cozy and safe. It wasn't gonna work, anyway.

You liked champagne a bit too much... you had to admit it was very possible that you had a bit of a drinking problem. Alcohol made you feel warm inside. In an emotional way too. It felt like someone was hugging you, when you would not let many real people hug you because you just were not exactly enthusiastic about having physical contact with just anyone. You only let your closest friends and some family members, like your little sister, hug you. 

Some people would often call you "cold" and say that you acted "like a queen, above everyone else", behind your back, but that could not be further from the truth. You actually hated how low your actual self steem was.

"Why don't you look at Munì?" You mentioned the curvy, tall, blue eyed Metkayina girl who clearly had a mad crush on Neteyam. She was incredibly pretty. Nobody could deny that. "She has been drooling over you ever since you got here. Give the poor girl a chance. She's such a cutie. If I liked girls, I'd easily do her. Look at those beautiful, long, toned legs. Look at her wide hips. Damn, she's yummy!" you were drinking too much, your honesty getting way too out there.

"I don't want her. I want you." He spoke, like he really meant it. "My hammock will be hanged between those two big trees you like to collect fruits from. I'll be waiting for you, if you want to meet me."

With that last line being said, Neteyam got up from the sofa and walked away, swiftly finding his younger brother Lo'ak and tapping on his back, like men usually do. Both brothers started what looked like an interesting conversation.

You were left alone wondering how Neteyam could say those words and walk away so nonchalantly. 

"Phew! I thought he'd never leave, girlie." Adeline screamed, coming closer to you.

She was your best friend. You guys knew way too much about each other, but that only drove you closer and made you two have a beautiful bond that felt unbreakable. She was one of the few people in the world you trusted with many of your secrets. But not even she knew everything about you. Yes, talk about trust issues…

"God, I was about to call his sister to take him away! Kiri is much more chill and quiet compared to her siblings. She's a sweetheart." You said, finally letting your guard down and being able to relax your body language, laying back on the couch and resting your bare feet on the wooden dark brown table in front of you

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You cursed yourself while you walked towards Neteyam's big light brown hammock, hanged between two big beautiful trees that reminded you of the Palm Trees that used to exist on Planet Earth.

Why were you doing that, anyway?

"Tawtute! You came." Neteyam smiled, relief all over his face 

You sighed.

"Yeah, but I'm still wondering why I did."

"Ouch!" He put his huge four fingered hand on his chest and frowned, like he was in pain

You rolled your eyes at him.

"Stop that, silly." Crossing your arms, you walked towards the big tropical tree in front of his hammock but still a little far

"Hey! Where are you going?" Neteyam almost screamed as you were already further away from him than you should be if you were actually gonna have sex with him

It was like you were running away from and showing up to the "job" at the same time. Go figure out.

You rested your back against that large tree, feeling the rough edges of the wood harassing your skin.

Neteyam was already almost there where you were. His long na'vi legs helped him walk faster than you anticipated.

Neteyam got next to you. You felt a little fear but a bit of excitement, simultaneously, when you realized your head only reached his hip.

Fuck, he was a giant next to you… why the hell did that turn you on?

"Are you afraid of me, yawntutsyìp?" (little loved one) Neteyam said in a lewd, low voice as you looked at him, feeling like a pathetic little ant looking up at a human

Was that how ants felt?

"No, silly, I'm not." You looked away from him and tried to focus on the way the eclipse had beautiful violet and blue tones

That almost worked. If it wasn't for Neteyam using his huge alien hand to stroke your hair softly.

"You're so pretty, tawtute." You could feel his gaze directed at you, you could feel his heat burning your skin. The desire he felt for you was almost freaking tangible. 

You kept your eyes on the stars.

"You're not gonna look at me, yawntutsyìp? Lemme see those pretty eyes, hmm?" Fuck, he was turning you on so much, your pussy felt good already and there was a tight knot forming in your lower belly. How did he do that to you with so little effort?

You looked up at Neteyam's face, your neck hurting. You did not expect to see a big bulge under his navy blue loincloth, though. Neteyam was so huge you could not help staring and your face totally betrayed your surprise.

"C'mon, I wanna feel your tiny body on mine." He paused and his big blue hand traced your collarbone and your shoulders "You're so small, tawtute… Hmmm…" he let out something between a moan and a growl "So soft too." Neteyam squeezed your arm, feeling your soft human flesh against his slender fingers "I love how different from na'vi girls you are. I'm so lucky to have you all to myself tonight."

Your breath was now labored and your pussy was soaked. Your poor panties were all wet.

"I'm dying to squeeze those titties. They look incredibly soft. But I won't do anything that intimate before you say "yes" first, yawntutsyìp."

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Taglist:

@yeosxxx (u asked to be tagged in all my writings so I'm tagging u here hehe)

Comments are very welcome. I love all of you who take time to read my writings ♡ Thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart. If you wanna be added to the taglist, just leave a comment down below <3

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

Intro!!

if you do not want to see my posts, then I suggest blocking me or the tags #dc rp & #dc rp blog. thank you.

—> mun has adhd so replies may be everywhere

—> no batcest

—> no proship / proshippers

—> no NSFW

—> I'm v big on angst & triggering topics so if you aren't a fan of that, then I'd suggest you may not want to be on this account.

—> triggering topics usually just revolve around mental health a lot. I like to dig deep into Damian's mental well-being more than anything. (cw —> self harm, suicide, etc. along those lines)

—> I post my actual art on here sometimes.

—> for asks, I understand that many of you are wanting to talk to me. I promise I'll get to them all eventually, but there's so many of you. I may not post them all because of the post limit, but please know that I do read them all. You're all heard very well, and i will always appreciate it. 🫶

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ooc:

Hello!! Here's a rundown of my Damian since I really have not given one. He's all over the place.... if you haven't noticed, but yeah...!

My Damian is sixteen, and he's still having a very hard time figuring out exactly who he is.

I try to mainly keep him canon based on the comics.

ppl to look at —>

<— @daughter-of-the-demons-head @the-returning-dark-knight @songsofbat @themageofstars @sammy-saola @theprettierducard @jon-superboy-kent @second-super-boy

my blogs —>

<— @the-better-robin

[limbus-corp]

Welcome to the library.

Faust hopes you find your book in this place.

Hm? No, no, nothing is amiss, Faust assures you. This is how it has always been here, and how it will always be, ever since I created the library.

It appears to be an inopportune moment of visit, as our doors are currently closed. Please come back again soon, when we invite you again. ((ASKS CLOSED FOR NOW))

//just going to work through what I got rn!! They will be open again soon, do not worry.

CHARACTERS UNLOCKED:

Faust and Heathcliff

List of characters

Current Chapter:

1. Eat you alive

List of chapters

BLOG INFO:

//well hi there! This is a blog for my swap au between ruina and Limbus company! I thought it’d be fun to make a blog for it!

//this is specifically an interactive story askblog, meaning we’re starting at the beginning of ruina, and through asks, we’ll unlock new characters and such!

//Please read below the read more if you want to ask, just so you have more info! Have a fun time here :)

Interactive askblog? What's that?

Basically, you all help progress and change what happens in the story! This isn't only done by unlocking characters, but by also deciding what occurs in the story, and how character relationships may change.

Sending asks:

Don’t be afraid to get silly! Though this blog is trying to get through a story, I don’t want it to be 100% serious.

Please don’t spam asks trying to send Heathcliff books. They get lost in the post. And the system doesn’t work like that! Try to get him thinking about a certain topic

Have a canon char or oc or even an abnormality you want to interact with us with? Send them in! You can either send them in to fight, or just to ask questions, either works!

Story progression

As seen on the characters post, you need certain things to unlock new characters. A new book, and for Heathcliff or Faust to talk about a certain thing. Chapters progress every time a new character is unlocked. They don’t really mean much else, and are just there as a way for me to track things.

I’ve tried not to make progression quests hard, but if you need a hint, I will provide one.

Characters

“Whose swapped with who??” You’ll have to stay and find out. I’m not revealing.

“This character works better swapped with this character though...” though I did base off of personality or story similarities, most of these swaps don’t actually impact the characters themselves, so it doesn’t matter who they swapped with in the end, I think.

Also, characters maayyy be a bit ooc, as I'm not too well versed with all of them. I'll get better, I promise <3.

//That is all for now! I will probably update this eventually however

// Most asks will be answered with a piece of art, bigger asks may get lil comics of art, and small asks that I can't draw for will just be text. Though I aim to have at least 90% be art. so answering may be slow, I apologize

//Normal blog rules and all that. Be nice, be respectful, no NSFW... yknow?

//This blog is also ran by the same person (me <3) who runs @dieci-association .

[fushiglow]

a short fic for the prompt: satosugu camellia garden date in the afterlife

hope you enjoy this bittersweet gift, @s4turn-ly 🌺 listen to 'us against the world' by coldplay for extra pain!

for this one, i took extra inspiration from all of the camellia garden art after the release of the volume 26 cover. i'm proud of this piece so it's another i'll probably upload to my ao3 eventually, but i was keen to post it before 261...

i think gojo hasn't returned... yet 😎 but he's getting ripped from the arms of his one and only and thrust back to the land of the living before the end. trust.

Camellias. It was the first thing Satoru registered. Hundreds and hundreds of pink camellias in full bloom. Strange, because it was snowing. It had started snowing when he… When he what? It tugged at the edges of his memory, like an item he’d missed off his shopping list. He supposed that probably meant it wasn’t important, whatever it was he’d forgotten. Strange for flowers to survive in this much snow though. Satoru had always liked camellias. They were a February flower and February was the month that had given him Suguru. A short month — fleeting like the flowers that blossomed around him now, fragrant and bright and beautiful. He’d always thought that February was gone too soon. Still, Satoru supposed that was what made them precious. February. Camellias. Suguru. That’s right. It had started snowing when Suguru… When Suguru… No matter. He brushed the lost thought away like the snowflake he brushed from his cheek, moving through the garden as though in a dream. Maybe Satoru was in a dream. Or maybe it was simply the heavy winter garb weighing him down. He wasn’t used to walking in geta; couldn’t remember the last time he’d worn them. Couldn’t remember much of anything before a few moments ago actually. Still, he moved forward, peering around the shrubs in search of what had brought him here. He had never been to this place before, but somehow he knew it was home. Rather, his home was here, hiding somewhere out of sight. Satoru would find him though. He’d promised, after all. He didn’t know how long he walked, trudging through untouched snow. It felt like a lifetime and no time at all, and still Satoru braved the winter in search of summer. Until all at once, there he was. His summer and his spring. His Suguru. Sitting on a stone bench, framed by pink petals and glossy green leaves, Suguru looked up as though he was surprised to see Satoru standing there. Silly. His silly Suguru. After all, Satoru had promised he’d find him and Suguru knew that, too. What other reason did he have to sit out in the snow all alone? Who else would he be waiting for if not Satoru?

When he stepped forward, the wetness on Satoru’s cheeks was hot rather than cold, but Suguru’s hand in his was like ice. Satoru brought his favourite fingers to his lips, cradling them in the warmth there. ‘You’re cold.’ How long had Satoru waited to see those blushing cheeks again? Those eyes like the sky at dawn? That smile like summer sunshine? The dusting of snow atop Suguru’s shoulders was stark white against the satin darkness of his hair. ‘Satoru?’ There was a sorrow to his voice that made no sense. ‘Why are you here?’ His skin was pale with winter, save for the flush of pink across his cheekbones. It matched the bud of his lips, as well as the bloom that Satoru picked to tuck behind his ear. Now a vision in pink, Suguru was perfect. At last, Satoru leaned down, hand trembling against Suguru’s cheek as he finally pressed their lips together. He didn’t know if the tears running down his fingers were Suguru’s or his own. He didn’t care. Satoru was home. ‘I told you I’d find you, didn’t I?’ he whispered, muffling Suguru’s sobs with his lips, kissing away his tears over and over again for as long as it took. ‘I kept you waiting and I’m sorry.’ Satoru pulled back to look at him, holding his face like the most precious thing in the world. Even with shining cheeks and swollen lips, he was beautiful. ‘But I’m here now, Suguru.’ Jerking his head from side to side, Suguru brought his hands to where Satoru’s were resting over his cheeks, squeezing his eyes shut. ‘But you’re not supposed to—’ Satoru stole the rest of the sentence from his lips, swallowing it so Suguru might never utter it again. ‘I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be,’ he insisted, giving Suguru’s face a little shake for emphasis. ‘I’m with you.’ Warm amber met icy blue and Satoru felt it, too. Some forgotten thing tapping against the sides of his skull with increasing urgency. There was something Satoru was missing — but why would he want to think about anything except Suguru? Why would he ever want to be anywhere else but here? With his happiness? His home? Whatever it was that Satoru couldn’t remember bubbled up his throat and escaped as a sentiment that shivered down the length of his spine. ‘I’ll always find you, Suguru. No matter what, I’ll find you.’ Why did the words weigh so heavy on his tongue? ‘Over and over, for as long as it takes. Alright?’ The peace that overtook Suguru’s expression was entirely at odds with the unexpected turmoil in Satoru’s heart. Kissing him so he wouldn’t have to look at it any longer, Satoru pressed a promise into Suguru’s lips. ‘I’ll find you. Always.’ Finally, he wiped the tears from those pretty pink cheeks and brushed the strands of snow-soaked hair from Suguru’s face. Drinking in his loveliness, Satoru suddenly felt afraid to close his eyes. He didn’t ask permission before settling onto the bench next to Suguru, laying his head in a soft lap. He didn’t ask permission before taking those cold fingers and winding them into his own hair either. He knew Suguru would let him. Always. Gazing up at summer framed by winter, Satoru decided he was wrong. How could the thing shining in Suguru’s eyes ever be called a curse? ‘Now, let’s just stay here a while.’ Suguru’s smile was warm enough to chase the chill from his heart. ‘Alright, Satoru.’ He didn’t dare close his eyes. ‘Let me stay a while.’

if you wanna submit a prompt or request, head over to my retrospring — make sure to read the guidelines first!

[cynnaghoul]

Just wanted to post a small doodle dump of the side doodles I've been doing, since I haven't had the time to make full art pieces like I'd like to,,

These ones are simple style drawings, but for the purpose of height comparison, and figuring out how I wanted to draw Mia and Tim/Masky (I know he's MH, but hear me out!! AU!!)

I wanted to do a full Proxy height chart, which I still want to, but we'll have to see where my motivation goes from here because ahahaha

Okay next!!

This one is probably a favorite of mine,, probably because of the shading on his mask, but YKKKK

I also have a very small Toby doodle for the sake of figuring out how I wanted to draw him,, tbh, freckled Toby supremacy,,

I've also got this shoddy little Mia doodle because she has Tim Burton vibes

I can't explain it, she just does

And to end this one on a hopeful note, here's a small sketch WIP that I'm hoping to finish when I have the time

I know her eye is off, I wanted to fix it 😔

Pinky promise I'll have more EVENTUALLY, but for now, this concludes my little art dump!! 💖

Friendly reminder that if you ever have any questions or concerns, feel free to drop something in my inbox!! 💖💖💖

[shakingparadigm]

I'm glad we have someone like you in the fandom and that you started a youtube channel too. It feels less lonely I guess! Everything you post (theories,art,informations,jokes) is in my opinion so interesting,creative and detailed. I don't really send asks but I really had to tell you that I appreciate all of this,not what you simply post,but create too! I believe after Alien Stage will end,I will miss your posts about it but I'll have a good time remembering the days before a round was dropped,where we all assembled there to scream in fear (AVENGERS... ASSEMBLE LOL) and I'm sure I'll continue visit even if you'll talk about something else,with Vivinos content here and there if qmeng and the team will post about it etc!

One thing that makes me more conscious about ''IvanTill tragedy'' is that... Ivan loved the idea,the meaning,he had of Till,because he never got to be seen by him,got to express himself and be something for Till,which means getting to really enter Till's world. So I think at some point he asked himself ''What do I love'',which led him to the circle of reasons we deduced from their backstories,reason of the words chosen in the official art,where he says ''shallow feelings''... but they weren't shallow at all... And I think this is so sad,that he could not feel the depth in it,or understand his emotions... It's so sad we don't have a glimpse of Till's pov... Thank you for reading this until the end,I'll silently return in my den :)

Sorry this turned into such a long and awkwardly sentimental post,,,, ;;

Thank you....!!!

I'm really happy that you think of me so nicely, even if my posts and speculations are off the mark... or if the things I make are truthfully not very good. Even if they're mediocre at best, I still put a lot of my heart into them. I've always had a lot of things to say, but I never really opened myself to speaking about them until earlier this year. It feels really nice and comforting to share everything and be responded to with the same level of enthusiasm. I keep repeating myself when giving my thanks, but it's just because I will always be grateful to everyone I've talked to so far. That will never change. Thank you for taking the time to send me an ask! It really means everything to me. Let's focus on enjoying ourselves and anticipating what's to come! Even though Alien Stage is bound to end, we're still only halfway there!

I genuinely would like to thank you for your support. I wouldn't hold it against you if eventually you lost interest in my blog later down the line, but the fact that you'd still want to visit even if I end up switching to other things is so kind. I can't put down everything I'd like to say in a way that sounds coherent, and I undoubtedly am making this a bigger deal than it has to be, but from the bottom of my heart I'd like to thank you and everyone who has been so so kind to me. Truthfully I'm still unsure about whether or not I even deserve it, but I want you to know that I appreciate everything. I remember everything, too. Right down to the first few people who shared their thoughts to me back when I first started this blog!

I'm sorry if I seem like a bit of a downer, or if I seem less active lately? Less present or something like that. There's a lot that I've been going through lately (to add on to that my damn house flooded. yikes. currently staying at a friend's right now), and it honestly worries me to think about a lot of things, not to mention all the asks that I haven't been able to answer yet... I'm so sorry. I'll get to them eventually, I promise! They mean a lot to me and I want to do them justice with an answer, but some days I just can't find it in me to put thoughts into words.... once again, I'm so sorry. I don't want to make it seem as though they're a burden or anything, though! It's genuinely the highlight of my day to receive one.

Your perspective on Ivan and Till is worded so wonderfully. It truly is tragic that Ivan views his feelings as shallow, especially when in reality they're so complex and all-encompassing. Someone who loves so fervently and desperately (obssessively) actively denies themselves something as simple as the validation of their own feelings. Ivan viewed so lowly of himself until the very end, believing that he was never able to mean anything to Till (You don't care about me is such a devastating line). Ivan's emotions are complicated on purpose, his character was designed with the intention to confuse. It's stated that only Ivan himself can truly know what he's feeling, but even then he is an unreliable narrator and is too deep in the throes of self-loathing to allow himself any mercy. Constantly at war with himself, even just moments before his demise.

Ivan is described to have the most flawed personality out of his peers ("twisted"). The fact that he hones in on this aspect of himself to the point where he cannot see himself as anything of worth to the people he cares about is so profoundly sad. A flaw within itself, the perfect recipe for self-sabotage.

Till's perspective on Ivan is desperately needed, even if it wouldn't make a difference to the present circumstances. When speaking of Ivan's feelings for Till, VIVINOS mentions that one cannot simply move on from such deep-seated and long lasting emotions in just a short time. Surely Till would share this sentiment, right? Constantly overwhelmed by his own heart, wouldn't Till mull over the feelings that drove Ivan to sacrifice? Wouldn't he dwell on the impact that Ivan has made on his person? What form does Ivan take in Till's memory? One cannot move on from feelings like this so easily, and although Till didn't feel for Ivan in the same way, it's undeniable that he at least felt something.

So far (iirc), the only official statement of Till's feelings towards Ivan is that Till found him strange (and vice-versa, but Ivan was fascinated and attracted to Till's "strangeness" while it seems that Till was... less so...). Although it makes sense that Till is so protective of his true feelings, it would be nice for his thoughts on Ivan to be expanded upon, just for some semblance of closure.

(Sorry if this went off-topic.... or if my answer ended up being off again haha but thank you genuinely for the ask. I appreciate it more than you could ever know).

[bosskie]

I just felt like trying out creating a snow Molluck since there was a "snowman weather" here, like we tend to say here. It's not great, but it was still fun to try to make one. It's just usual that I love to create stuff but the outcome... I mainly do not like my works due to all my flaws I see... Yeah, my own works tend to depress me, since I don't feel like they look good (enough). I wouldn't still like to destroy my snow Molluck, since it would feel like hurting Molluck, and I do not wanna hurt my precious Gluk...

I have been drawing a bit again, even I have felt like I cannot draw a thing... I cannot promise any new art for this year, but I'll see how I feel. I have been thinking about writing one story thing though, but I don't know about publishing it... I do have felt quite awful still, and I feel even sorry for posting this ugly thing, but I don't know, I still try to keep posting stuff... I have just felt like ending this all, yet again, but I still try to keep going. Like, I really felt like I couldn't even make that snow Molluck to look even remotely like him, but I just kept smashing snow together and I could make something Molluck-like eventually. I thought about finding a cigar for him, but didn't still feel like it...

I'm not really an Xmas person, just like the certain atmosphere related to it, and my fave Xmas song suits my depressed mind since it has a part where is sung that life is short, dark, and awful. (Y) I just love that! But I think that it's also saying that one should enjoy the moment. It's been difficult for me for so many years... But I hope that you are able to enjoy this holiday season! I'm not having much holiday myself since I got stuff to do, and I wanna do my own stuff too, no matter how crappy I see my own stuff personally. It's just difficult for me not to do something productive... I can mainly just do nothing for one day before it starts to bother me... So, gotta just keep doing stuff.

It's still Molluck that keeps me going... So, what I have been drawing has been just my self-insert stuff, but I'm talking about only two drawings. I have one idea for New Year too, but I just don't know... I feel like I don't know about publishing my art right now... But yeah, I said that I have been thinking about writing one story thing, and it does relate to my self-insert story with Molluck. I have never written it down, even I keep expanding the story basically every single day... I just would like to write about how my relationship with Molluck started in my story. I have said that it started from me becoming his personal artist, and I do not know anything better... That idea was actually my friend's, which I didn't even like first, because of my self-hatred and how I see my art... But I feel alright with it now, and it sounds like "the most realistic case" related to how I could build such a deep and close relationship with Molluck. There do are difficulties in our relationship, since I cannot escape my mental health issues... And I do need Molluck's comfort to keep going... It's just awful to live with these issues... I don't really feel like handling any knives, because my mind can just tell me to hurt myself with them... I hate it...

It doesn't really help me to be around my family, or any other people, since for example, when I'm in grocery store, I can think of that I should execute myself while I'm doing my shopping there... Sometimes, I'm about to cry in public when I think about stuff like this... I just tend to feel suicidal quite often... It's making me feel sorry for reminding of my existence with this post... But I'm still trying to keep this blog up and running... I feel like it could be some good therapy for me to write how our love story started, since I tend to feel like I'm not lovable... But I can still feel like Molluck loves me and doesn't wish to give up. I know that Molluck is fictional, but at the same time, I feel like he "lives", but inside my head. When I feel bad, I tend to hear him calling my name and feel his affectionate touch... (It's all my imagination and feel this only that way, but those thoughts come like "by itself".) One side of Molluck might be awful, but I see him as such a sweet Gluk toward me. I love Moluuck with my whole heart, and I feel like he loves me too... I do not care how "delusional" this can sound; it's what keeps me alive... It might be a part of my brain's survival mechanism or something. Molluck just means a lot to me and helps me with falling asleep too, since I tend to feel too stressed out or suicidal to be able to sleep, so he helps me to calm down...

Yeah, I don't really know what to write here, since I just feel sorry right now... I don't even wanna think about what like my life would be without Molluck, or if I had it anymore... I do not wish to ruin anyone's mood here. This is just my own suffering, no need to take part in it. It's probably better to just stop here, I feel like I'm probably gonna cry soon... I hope that you are feeling better than me.

I'm still probably gonna do one New Year post, did I draw something new for it or not, since I feel like "What the odd man?!" when I look at how much Molluck stuff I have created this year... I didn't feel like drawing anything for Xmas since that last piece took that much stime and effort, but I also don't feel like drawing anything Xmas related right now... I'm just too depressed for that...

[basalting]

late night drive

dont look at the date im actually posting this. im a disaster human. i'll post this on AO3 eventually

day one of @jasontoddweek2025 - drive - time travel - batmobile tires

Red Hood and Catwoman meet up at a robbery and have to make a quick escape.

jason todd & selina kyle - 1756 words

It’s rare that he tangles with Selina, drug lords and arms smugglers aren’t usually dipping into the fine art or jewellery trade, after all.

So after his talks with the Maroni-Russo’s fell through, Jason figured if they didn’t wanna play ball - he’d show them why every stupid son-of-a-bitch that had tried to fuck around in Crime Alley had left either with their tail between their legs or in a body-bag. The locks and security on the warehouse they were renting through a shell company were, frankly, laughable.

Because he is the universes favourite punching bag, he wasn’t the only one sneaking around the warehouse.

“Hi Hood,” Selina purrs, crouching on an exposed rafter above him, “you got a score here too?”

“Selina.”

“Wow. So monosyllabic, here I thought big B was the only one word wonder.”

”Selina!” The chances that he would actually hit her if he shot her were low, but she was really making him want to try. Selina dropped down, reaching out to pat him on the chest.

“So what’re you here for? I got word that there’s some high quality uncut gems being hidden in a shipment of concealed cocaine passing through here. Despite my best efforts you’ve never been one for sparkles, so why’re you here Hood?”

Hood grunted, “I’m here to show these idiots what happens when you try to fuck around in Crime Alley without Red Hood’s permission… Anything extra I take is a little bonus.”

Selina laughed, “Want to kill two birds with one stone? You scratch my back, I scratch yours?”

Hood nodded towards her diamond-tipped claws. “I’d prefer no scratching, thanks.”

“No promises.” Selina winked and, side by side, the stepped deeper into the warehouse.

———

Most of the shit in here was a bust. The weapons were shitty, subpar quality that would probably jam without a delicate hand maintaining them. What drugs he did find the tester he’d made showed high levels of contaminates, the usual fun mixes of cocaine with morphine or isotonitazene. He shot O a message, he’d get rid of everything that was here but it would be hard to know if or how much of this shit was already on the streets. He’d have his people on the look out for potential OD’s, Red Hood’s drugs were more expensive but they were guaranteed to be clean.

Not that that always mattered to the addicts.

So tonight was a bust, nothing of value to keep or sell. A bunch of fucked drugs that might be killing people right now. And-

“Hey Hood! Gimme a hand!”

Selina being Selina.

“What.” Hood scowled at her through the helmet, Selina shoved a crowbar at him. Hood forced down his flinch.

“Show me that those muscles aren’t just for show and pop this baby open for me. I’ve got a good feeling.”

Hood jammed the pointed end into the seam of the crate and grunted, forcing it open. Tucked inside were boxes surrounded by padding, Selina hummed pulling one of the boxes out and fiddling with it.

“Ah-ha!” She held out an ugly vase with a flourish.

“Wow,” Hood said dryly, “it’s ugly as shit.”

“It’s also a fake.”

Hood tilted his head, waiting for her to continue. “The weight’s all wrong,” Selina tossed the vase to him and pulled out another box, ripping through the cardboard easily. “And the glazing? Please. Amateur work. But,” She weighed the vase in her hand, smiling at him, “Who expects drugs and jewels in a box of ugly pottery.”

And then she threw the vase on the ground.

The thin layer of ceramic on the outside shattered, revealing something white covered in plastic.

“What in the convoluted bullshit…”

Selina laughed, not the soft, sultry chuckle Jason remembered from fancy parties Selina would flirt her way into, but the loud, barking laugh that - despite all the years and blood between the boy he’d once been and who he was now - still had the corners of his mouth curl.

“Oh kitten, never underestimate the audacity of an idiot trying to outsmart his enemies.” Diamond tipped claws sliced through the plastic and started sifting the gems out of the broken clay and powder, tucking them away into an almost invisible pouch on her catsuit.

Something sharp and sour twisted in his chest, “I’m not Bruce’s fucking pet.”

“Not Bruce’s,” Selina agreed, straightening up to meet his eyes through his helmet, “Mine.”

And it wasn’t- Selina had never been his mom. Had never tried. Was too stray cat to ever let anyone keep her, but she’d always come back. Even when she was pissed at Bruce, even when she was only in Gotham for a few hours. She’d steal him away to help feel feral cats, or to have some of her eye-wateringly spicy curry, or he’d find some rare or obscure book in his locker at school and know that she’d stopped by.

It had been nice, to have someone who loved him even if it was from a distance. Selina hadn’t held to pretense, not with any of Bruce’s kids. She would keep an eye on them while she was around, would occasionally bring them presents from whatever country she’d been in. But she’d never promised to stick around.

And she’d always made sure he knew that she wasn’t leaving because of him.

Hood sighed, “Let’s get outta he-“

Selina lunged, slamming into him. Hood stumbled back just as a bullet punched into the side of the crate where his head had been. Selina rolled over him and pulled herself up easily, Hood cursed, set and dropped one of his timed explosives and ran after her.

“You got a get away Hood?” One of the Maroni-Russo’s men ran at them and Selina lashed out, dragging her claws through his throat and neatly ducking the spray of blood as he collapsed. Hood leapt over the body and dropped another explosive on it.

“Nope but this place is gonna blow in 8 minutes and I’m not dying in a fucking warehouse again.”

Selina almost stumbled at that, “Looks like you’re riding with me then. C’mon.”

Hood threw his last explosive right at one of the assholes firing at them and followed her into the night.

———

Selina’s ‘work car’ was a cheap looking piece of shit, which meant it was almost indistinguishable from any of the other shit boxes parked on the street. Muted grey with a long scrape down the side and a crooked bumper sticker that proudly proclaimed the car was ‘Powered by Pussy!’

Unsurprisingly it smelt heavily of cat but thankfully not overwhelmingly of cat piss. Selina floored it, the HUD of his helmet had a countdown and they were less than a minute out. Hood rolled the window down, jesus this car still had window cranks, and fired at the idiots bunched up together by the warehouse.

“Might want to step on it Selina, 45 seconds and counting.”

Selina was a lead foot and they screeched into traffic, cutting and swerving to get distance between themselves and the warehouse. In the corner of his eye Hood saw the countdown ticking to zero. They slowed to a normal speed, eeking into a pool of traffic that would hopefully conceal them from anyone watching, just in time for the explosives he’d left to go off. The bombs he’d left weren’t huge, but he must’ve thrown one near some vehicles or something else flammable because the explosion was way, way larger than anything he’d been packing could’ve caused.

“Nice fireworks.” Selina said, eyes flicking up to watch the smoke. “Where am I taking you?”

Hood’s fingers twitched, he ached for a cigarette, “Anywhere quiet. Doesn’t matter where.” The helmet was almost unbearably stuffy now, he yanked it off - letting it drop between his feet into the foot well.

The engine purred, Selina sighed, “Jason.”

“Stop-“

”Jason.”

There was a beat of silence, in the distance sirens headed towards the explosion. Selina tapped her fingers against the wheel, swallowed.

“I’m glad,” Her voice was as gentle as it had ever been, “that you’re back. I won’t claim to understand any of it, but-“ Her voice sounded wet, Jason’s eyes burned. He pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes, hard.

“I missed you Jason. So much.”

“Well you’re the first.” He scoffed, letting his hands fall limp into his lap. “It’s not like I was even cold in the ground before Batman had another, better kid in the cape.”

The conflicting bundle of emotion that Tim fucking Drake brought up sat like a stone in his throat; the perfect, polite, Bristol boy. Bruce’s perfect little toy soldier. He saw Selina whip her head around to look at him, dark eyes wide.

“You-“

Selina yanked the wheel, flipping off a driver who started yelling as she cut in front of them. Fast and reckless, Selina carved a path through the late night traffic until she finally jerked to a stop. Slowly slid her hands off the wheel and turned to stare at the side of his head. Jason glared at the overflowing dumpster in front of the car, refusing to make eye contact.

“I don’t know what’s happened between you and Bruce since you came back, and I won’t ask, but Jason… You dying destroyed Bruce. That man loves you.”

“Can we not?” Jason asked tiredly, he didn’t want to think about Bruce. About the complicated tangle of hurt and love and pain and betrayal and fear that was him and Bruce.

Selina pulled her mask off, tossing it in the backseat. She looked tired. "I missed the hell outta you kid, I hope you know that."

The seat creaked as she lent over, hand coming up to cup the side of his head as she pressed a kiss to his sweaty hair. Jason's breathing hitched, tears burned under his closed eyelids.

He knew, knew that Bruce and Dick and Alfred had missed him. But hearing it, that he'd mattered, that his death had been more than a footnote in anyone's life, was so fucking nice.

"I know." he said, voice think with tears, with everything he didn't know how to say. Selina pressed her lips harder against his hair, she was always good at hearing what people didn't say.

“Alright kitten,” Selina said quietly, those wickedly sharp claws scratched his scalp gently. “I’ll drive you home, just rest.”

The car rumbled comfortingly under his ass and the radio was playing softly and Selina hummed along to the music. Jason closed his eyes and slept.

[zverinca-art]

I've been chatting with @okaratauri and she said I should post my ExFor art here that's been sitting on my computer for months, without having seen the light of day. I don't really like maintaining an online presence, but since this community is so small (unlike bigger fandoms, where there's really no shortage of artists), I thought I might as well dump them here in case anyone's interested. I'll draw more soon. Probably. No promises.

So, yeah, massive ExFor art dump incoming. Here's my Joe. Love the silly guy. Drawing his hair is both a massive pain in the ass and absolutely worth it.

Chotek, Joe and Adams. Might do more of these eventually.

My Skippy design. Not 100% super canon compliant but this is how I imagined him for a long time. He's due for a redesign. I'm gonna shave his head so thoroughly, it'll have an albedo of 1.

Beer can outfits (he will kill you for this)

A bunch of Skippy sketches.

Jeraptha designs! From left to right: Scorandum, Klasta & Kinsta

Another beetle sketch, with Scorandum (in a floral hawaiian shirt because ofc) and Klasta again

Aaand another one

And this poster I did a few months ago that... yeesh. My painting skills have improved a lot since then xD

And to top it off, one grumpy Skip

That's it for now. Okay, bye.

[gav-san]

I won't get around to this JJK story so I'll post my idea here. Totally a rip-off of some ideas from Twilight Poem but we're here for a good time, not making high art.

Twins, one born with celestial energy, and the other twin born without anything. The celestial twin is favored in the clan until in a terrible accident a cursed spirit manages to infiltrate their clan and steals her eyes, said to hold power beyond compare.

The celestial twin is turned on, and when she and her twin discover that they can utilize cursed spirit energy together, they send the other off to become a sorcerer and find the missing eyes.

The celestial twin is mistreated by the clan and secreted into a temple where no curse can harm a human but can gain strength.

The celestial twin meets a sorcerer named Sukuna, who becomes entranced by the divine power left in her body. He returns often and eventually manages to woo the girl, especially after she heard that her entire clan has tragically died in a terrible fire caused by a rogue curse.

He takes the celestial being in as his bride but makes her promise to never touch him, and to never trust anyone but him. His assistant, Urame, often advises the lady on how to attend to her Lord husband and tells her that the Lord Sukuna cannot touch her until he has 'prepared himself' for her.

Meanwhile, the sister returns to the Clan, having become a powerful sorcerer but discovers the terrible King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna has destroyed her clan and stolen her sister in an attempt to gain immortality.

In a tomb, she discovers the secret manuscripts of Celestial Spirits, and how curses can use them to gain power. They may be killed to gain immense, godlike power, or if they fall in love, procreate and reach ascendance, they may ascend to the celestial realm and become gods.

The sister is able to reduce her spiritual power and sneak into Sukuna's temple, where she returns the eyes to her Celestial sister and tries to tell her the truth and get her to run away with her. But the sister is in love with her husband already, and so the sister forces her to take her eyes, telling her that her husband is a cursed spirit, killed their family, and is planning on killing her. This use of curse power gets the attention of Urame.

Urame has witnessed the interaction, but believing it better for Sukuna to kill the celestial being and take her power, decides to let her see Sukuna from afar. She witnesses him as he holds court with the other feudal lord, and realizes that he is indeed a monstrous cursed spirit and not just a sorcerer who could use them.

In despair, Urame leads her to Sukuna's throne room, where the bodies of countless are stacked to create Sukuna's throne. The Celestial Twin has a breakdown.

Knowing that she'll never escape, unable to live with herself causing the deaths of her family, and being unaware of Sukuna's true nature, she ends her life.

Her sister manages to take the body and burn it, so no other can use the power within. She also ends up unlocking immense power and helps contrive a plot to take down the King of Curses.

...

1,000 years later, two twins are born into a powerful clan. One is born with celestial energy, and the other twin is born without anything. They both work at their alma mater, Jujitsu High, only to stumble upon a young man who decided to eat a certain finger.

[keithbutgay]

screw it guess who finally made an intro post

hello! i'm nico/neeks you can also call me keith like my user if you want i dont care

he/him pronouns please! i also don't mind xe/xem

i mostly post silly bsd and vat7k stuff

i also write and draw stuff, mainly for bsd, vat7k, chnt, and a few other fandoms. feel free to send me requests! i might not do them if i don't have the motivation or time, but i promise i will try and at least crank out a doodle for y'all

i have an ao3 but y'all will have to find that for yourselves /lh

i also make character/ship playlists pretty frequently-- i'm on spotify (and bandlab) as nicostrikes

feel free to tag me in any tag games! as for chain asks, i won't send any out but i don't mind recieving :)

full fandom list, sideblogs, and other stuff under the cut:

so! stuff i like (will update)

- varian and the seven kingdoms

- tangled the series

- the magnus archives

- gravity falls

-bad end friends

- wicked

- dungeon meshi

- mouthwashing

- camp here and there

- the amazing digital circus

- the wizard of oz

- bungou stray dogs

- over the garden wall

- bad end friends

- adamandi

- the art of pleasing princes

- death note

- welcome to night vale

- hunter x hunter

- riordanverse

- voltron legendary defender

- she-ra and the princesses of power

- the owl house

- jellyfish

- robotics

i have many sideblogs but you only get my poetry one which is @unknowncone

(i also have a many half-lived lives of sam sylvester rp blog! sorta. i'll remember to add posts eventually. @letters-from-andromeda)

i will try to use tone tags but i forget really often, if something sounds mean its probably not i promise--

okay i think that's everything! have fun :)

[da-egg-carton]

YO!

i love aus and different interpretations, and i love @enter-the-rickyverse, so i thought i'd take that idea for the one and only misha bachynskyi!!!!

here's the deal: send in a misha or something you want misha to do, and i'll draw it! it's a bit of a roulette here; sometimes i'll just doodle it, sometimes i'll color a sketch, sometimes i'll do a whole piece. i do not guarantee speedy responses. sometimes i'll do four drawings in three hours, and sometimes i won't get back to asks in a month. DO NOT send me the same request several times hoping for me to do it, i promise i see it. i will get to you eventually. this is for funsies okay

not sure what/how to suggest? here's some examples: - 'can you draw my interpretation of misha? [INCLUDE PICTURES!*]' - 'i wanna see chaz duffy misha!!' - 'misha and ricky playing video games?' - 'pls mishalya meeting <3' *this also applies to productions i wouldn't be able to easily google. i haven't watched a lot of productions

now for some guidelines: - no nsfw, obviously. i don't think i need to say this but might as well. - proshippers FUCK OFF! - interactions with other characters are ALLOWED!! this includes ships! i will do any ships! just not like. x karnak or some shit - ^ this includes cut characters although i dont really know much about those so there's that - will not be doing ocs though, sry </3 - headcanons allowed and encouraged! trans misha (in any direction), misha with a disability, whatever! get funky w it bro

i hope i can interpret your requests just how you imagine them! lets fill this carton babyy

@enter-the-mishaverse beat me to it -- check them out too :-) ran by @4pplec0re - she/him

TAGS: #da carton - misha art! every post will include a tag for its production or actor #personal - most personal interpretations #oleksandrovych - my personal misha! when requests specifies a romantic ship, i'll include the tag for that #+ ocean - includes ocean #+ noel - includes noel #+ ricky - includes ricky #+ connie - includes constance #+ penny/jane - includes penny or jane #+ talya - includes natalia #+ other - includes any other characters (karnak, cut characters, etc)

[coffehbeans]

Welcome to my Blog! Have some coffee ☕

Hello everyone! I'm Coffeh. I'm a 22-year-old Brazilian graphic designer irl, but here I share my g/t art and stories and reblog what I like! Hope you can enjoy this silly litte corner I have for myself.

If you're a nsfw blog or a vore blog, I ask you to not interact with my posts, please. I just like to filter my Tumblr experience this way. I also block empty blogs, just in case they're a bot.

MASTERPOST OF ALL MY STORIES AND CHARACTERS

Now onto the fun part! I'll divide my stories in universes and characters, with trope lists and everything. Pick any that you like, there's a little bit of everything! I'm still improving at writing, so any constructive feedback is welcome!

Hope I can make y'all fall in love with my silly little blorbos <3

All of my writing will be under #coffeh writes

And all of my art will be under #coffeh draws

Now if you just want some random g/t thoughts, prompts or just random thoughts in general, just go to #coffeh rambles

Tales from Immers (Berk, Kylon and Rosemary)

Fantasy and adventure, friendship, curses, growing into a giant, intentional fearplay.

This story is going to become my first multichapter! Currently on the planning phase and ongoing. I have a few chapters out, but they'll be rewritten.

Summary: Self-procclaimed genius Kylon dreams of a better life for him and his friend Rosemary after being ostracized from their prejudiced village. But when Kylon ventures too far into the Imore Woods, what he finds next might involve him and his friend with the place's local legend.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Character tags: #oc: kylon #oc: rosemary #oc: berk

Royalty (Estelle and Alaric)

Friendship, royal setting, giant race, arranged marriage, platonic slow burn, hurt and comfort, unintentional fearplay.

Summary: A young princess named Estelle must live in the castle of the prince of the giants, Alaric, in order to achieve piece for the human kingdom.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Character Tags: #oc: estelle #oc: alaric

Sinking Ships (Aegir and Caytlin)

Fantasy, merfolk, fluff, friendship, bittersweet ending, angst.

Summary: A marine biologist gets stranded by the sea, and is saved by a merman in the proccess. Determined to find out more about eachother, they form an unlikely bond. But Caytlin's relentless ambition might put their friendship to the test.

Chapter 1

Character tags: #oc: caytlin #oc: aegir

Survivor (Sunflower and Juhren)

Fantasy and adventure, childhood friends, eventual romance, rekindling friendship, fantasy races, hurt and comfort, unintentional fearplay.

For now I only have a collection of short stories involving these characters, they're my oldest g/t ocs! <3

Summary: In a world where all sentient beings are magical, humans are the magicless outcasts, being hunted down and killed in some places for unknown reasons. Sunflower is a human disguised as a leivdian, living peacefully in the remote village of Leivden. But when the nordem, powerful giants who are in war against the Capital, attack and destroy her safe haven, Sunflower has to run away and escape her country in order to survive. But being a human in a world full of magic is dangerous, specially when there's a price on her head, and she finds herself having to rely on the very same species that made her run away in the first place. In the process, Sunflower may reencounter an old friend.

A Nest Of Memories

Enchanted

How they Met

Character tags: #oc: sunflower #oc: juhren

Out of Bounds (Ethan, Helena, Seb and Zora)

Sci-fi and drama, angst with a bittersweet ending, post-apocalyptic, utopia, growing into a giant, family bonds, friendship.

Summary: A genetic mutation starts affecting 5% of the world's population, making them grow into towering 130-feet-tall giants. Ethan Greenwood has everything in life: a loving mom, lots of friends, a promising career as a public defender, and the safety within the borders of Steelfort. But when he's diagnosed with the hyperon syndrome himself, Ethan has to struggle with the changes in his body and the loss of his perfect life. Will he be able to retain his humanity, even as it gets further away from his grasp? And will Helena, his mother, and his best friends, Zora and Seb, reach out to him, both physically and emotionally?

This is going to become a novel in the far future (hopefully). For now, I have some short stories exploring the characters and the world.

Sleepover and Snacks

Character tags: #oc: ethan #oc: zora #oc: seb #oc: helena

G/t Night Dream (Cole and Lia)

Sci-fi, dystopian, memory loss, friendship groups, romance, tiny people being oppressed, borrowers (to an extent), angst with a bittersweet ending, growing into a giant.

Summary: Humanity has known how to hide and run for over a century now. On Earth, the hyperion are the superior, evolved race, while humanity are treated as less than pests and killed on sight. In a hidden underground society, a human resistance tries to get by as they borrow resources from the hyperions' houses. Cole has been a reliable leader of his scavenging group for a while now, and he gains the additional loyalty and support of a new member, Lia, someone he had saved from the giants. But when Cole is captured and turned into one of them, Lia decides it's her turn to save him.

For now, only a few snippets of these characters' stories are avaiable.

Melancholy

Character tags: #oc: lia #oc: cole

Cordelia

(Placeholder title ashush no idea how to name her universe yet)

Fantasy, drama, tragic, sad ending, hurt and comfort, angst, monster and monster transformation, memory loss (eventual recovery).

Summary: Edward Becker's wife has been missing for seven years. He knows she will come back... Even as he hopelessly waits. She has to. One day, Cordelia returns.

Prologue

Character tags: #oc: cordelia #oc: edward

MISCELANEOUS SHORT STORIES/PROMPT STORIES:

G/T JULY STORIES

92 PROMPTS

I mean, basically most of the stories I've tagged above are from these two bigger tags for now, with the exception of G/t July's "Element", which feature characters I'm not sure I'll write more about. But any other short story that doesn't have a definite character, I'll put in this section.

Last but not least, My Wattpad Profile, if you guys prefer that over Tumblr.

Anyway, thanks for visiting my page! Don't forget to grab a coffee when you leave☕

[yutasbimil]

Irony

vyn x fem!oc | tears of themis ff. (psychology major!lead) ✦ (1/8) [series fic] REPOSTING!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, comfort cw: love at first sight, slight prejudice, psychology major student x professor? hmmm . . . meet-cute, eventual smut, eventual romance, heavy psychological anguish later on orz (sorry) ; idk what to put kek note: possible series or there might be more continuation onto this context! for now this settles it for me ;) + supposedly expected to be finished last sept. on vyn's bday, but I only got around it now; majority of this set-up is inspired by vyn's ssr card 'a star in the night' + supposedly this is a 'x reader' fic but got too heavy eventually, I apologize truly ;; word count: 2.5k

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

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“I wouldn't like a person with a prestigious background.” The lady is irked by the arrogance of rich; higher-class people. Vyn opposes love at first sight.

Ironically, Yule and Vyn came to realize they're both the type of people they came to ‘despise’; likewise.

They promised to stray away from those qualities, but this very essence is what drove them closer.

In a rush, Rosa approaches Yule at the sight of her. Yule is actually expecting more of a warm greeting from the senior, being an alumna of the campus and all. Yet she’s greeted with a pile of paper shoved by her chest.

“I’m really sorry, Yule!” Rosa almost tumbles as she bows. “I have to make a run to the firm.” By holding the older one with her phone, Yule got the gist that it was urgent.

She didn’t even get the chance to glance at the papers, not till she looked over that what Rosa hands out are survey questionnaires.

Rosa did not even tell her what to do though to get this; what it is for, and is it already up for evaluations? All she does know; it’s still not half done to be enough for input. Seeing one-third of it blank… Yule wants to cry internally.

Rosa didn't even explain to her what to do at all. 

Yule signs and she's even just here as an alumnus to get her documents.

She’s currently taking her Master's degree, and she's also planning to enroll here. As Rosa recommended.

And Marius.  sighs

They are at most friends, having the same interest in art. Though, she still gets annoyed as he can be quite a tease and unpredictable when they interact.

Geez, the thought of that guy infuriates me.

Yule diverts her attention back elsewhere, scanning over the papers she has at hand, aware of its content since she had psychological assessment courses.

Too drifted off and immersed in reading details, she grows hesitant.

Rosa is just about done with the evaluations— but, I am not in the place to hand these out as in the first place, I am not even assigned to conduct this…

Yule worries over her lips, upon reading a certain name, she pauses.

‘Dr. Richter?  That sounds like the prof. I'll have in my class.’

She runs her finger on the print. “Vyn…”

She bumps into a man with a lab coat. Startled, she steps back.  “Oh, sorry!”  She’s almost a jittery mess, bowing and keeping the folder by her chest.

The sight of the lady also took Vyn by surprise.

Though, by her reaction, she doesn't recognize him at all. Or as that is what he presumed.

Yule first noticed his golden eyes, brighter through his glasses. She doesn’t know but some warmth spreads in her chest, urging her that he’s the kind of person to approach for aid. More so as his eyes glint back at her.

“Sorry to bother you more, but do you know Dr. Richter around here?”

The taller male says nothing for a moment, pursing his lips as he sees the glimpse of the familiar papers. 

Yule noticed his stares.

“Oh, no worries. I’m planning to give it back.” A bit guilty, she bites her lips as she did check the content. Though she doesn’t want to let go of it yet, she is already intrigued by the study.  What am I saying?

Rosa, you better make it up for me.

“That is me, but may I ask where you got those from?” the silver-haired man inquired. She lifts the papers by her chest. 

“Oh, my friend is in a rush. She just handed these out to me. I really thought she planned to make me answer all of these…” Yule laughs, a bit forced, awkward. But all the more perpetually made things indeed more awkward.

At least for her end.

“Are you Miss Saints?” 

Somehow hearing him saying her name in his low voice made her heart tumble.

No Yule! You’re just nervous. No way that your heart skipped a beat at that!

Yule takes a deep breath regaining composure as she stands up straight. She firmly holds the folders and offers her hand.

“I am, and can I take that as you are Dr. Richter?” As if automatically she switched and adjusted her speech to formal talking to this nobleman. Or at least that's what her brain registered her to do.

“Indeed.” He nods, humbly smiling back at her ever so solemnly. “Please… No need to be so formal, any friend of Rosa is to my liking.”

Vyn takes her hand, she felt soft by her hand upwards. He speaks. “I suppose you know about those evaluation papers?”

Just when she thought she had the upper hand in keeping the atmosphere in place.  Alas. 

She sighed in defeat and was a bit ashamed. At this point, she’s screaming Rosa’s name at the back of her mind for being in this situation.

“Apologies, Rosa was in such a rush to ask me a favor.” she almost bites back a sob. “Though I do know the protocols yet I still rummaged through it.” 

“Oh, no worries. It’s fine. It is up to you if you want to take part as the respondent, or do you wish to continue to be of assistance?”

She did not even register the question in her head.

The curiosity has been looming over her mind for the past minutes, enough for it to ask to slip off. She didn’t have a moment to fight back her urge.  “How did you know my name?”

“Rosa had mentioned you to me on numerous occasions,” he replies, his lips shifting upwards in a noticeable manner. “She’s actually enthralled for me to meet you soon, since you’re her ‘psychologist friend’, as she worded it.”

Did she just witness him smiling at that fact?  Yule grows more on embarrassed than delighted at that.

Though, how come she didn’t even mention Dr. Richter to her at all to be aware of him? …if he knows her already this much?  How odd of you Rosa…

“Not yet.” She puts emphasis on that, further explaining to him her future plans for her degree. 

He gestures to her to move aside to sit by the waiting benches by the hallway. As more students crowd the room. As they found a bit of comfort by their feet, she continued, playing by the hem of her sleeves as she placed the folder between them. The distance now feels safe. “I am not even fully sure since you handed these out to be conducted. You assigned Rosa.”

Yule only expected him to take it as it is, as it is the facts. So, she didn’t expect the slight gleam of his eyes, though it wouldn’t be discernible if one isn’t paying much attention to a person. 

She rationalized it as she’s someone taking up psychology, of course, she had to be perceptive at most.

A smile is now formed on his lips, distinct more now than it is for her.

“Take it as a ‘makeup’ for bumping into me.”

That is a big thing for him, what an inconvenience you are, Yule. She kept the surging blood rushing through her face to herself, feeling all the more embarrassed.

Vyn is quick to retract it. 

“I am only kidding, though, mind if I do observe you?” he suggests once again. “I won’t be much of a bother. I believe if I accompany you, the students might answer those around me differently.”

As much as she knows that might change behavior, for the genuinity of the study, she's more affected by being watched. 

“Only if you do mind, Miss Yule?”

That made her get out of her zone. “No! I actually want to finish it seeing its content,” she admitted, the words just escaped smoothly.

By the gleaming eyes greeting her back.

She knows well that she'll definitely enjoy having classes here.

Yule is now itching more to move to her feet and get this over with, besides the outcome, the resounding steps of the two of them echoing in the now deserted hallway is growing all the more engaging. The idea of this atmosphere is going to be familiar to her…

I need to finish finalizing my documents.

It is the least of her expectations.

Yule is yet to know what is going right at her.

How could she slip up on their first conversation?  The look on Vyn across her, is anything but “amused” with his lips pointing upwards.

It felt cold and artificial, remaining unnoticed by the girl while she carried on with her sentiments. 

“They can be quite obnoxious.” she huffs, the push in her voice signals depth. 

“Just because they think they owe you and can bribe you with money.”

Vyn sips from his cup before speaking. “Don’t you think you are discrediting them for their hard work and efforts on what you have said prior on that basis?”

“Also…” Adding a chuckle, he looks at her. “Do you not like Marius that much?”

“N-no! I actually like him, he's one of the few I get along with and of that background.” She almost pokes herself reaching the straw with her mouth. That took her off guard, it is anything but hatred. Although she had to admit, she got carried away with her mouth. That is not at all what she meant, but is it really coming across that way on how Vyn interpreted it?

Yule is part of the middle class, more on the working side, and trying to strive to meet her needs, but delving into the topic and personal encounters, she had a handful of unpleasant experiences working with rich people.

Though, she did not even consider him, Vyn Richter, as that… even when she got to know he's rich af.

She grows somber in her seat. It really flew out of her mind that Vyn had told her about this recently. Remaining her lips wrapped around her straw, Yule made a mental note to hold back her tongue this time around.

“Yule, how come you've developed a stereotype, then such judgment on this matter?” His voice is too clear to bypass.

Yule took the moment to look at him intently. 

At some odd feeling, she felt that his intention on the question is beyond his inquiries on psychology. This is a matter of intuition now.

She doesn't want to back down or stray away from their topic.

Now a bit composed, she tells him in prompt detail what’s on her mind. “Okay, sorry. I held such a judgment, though it is personal based on what I have encountered… Especially in prestigious places that I had a chance to get a job in. Some can be condescending not because they have power, when the actual case is that what they are lacking is simple respect to others.”

“I see.” Vyn runs his fingers by his chin and then gestured to her, she felt her breath release. “You said that in meticulous detail.”

Yule hums, now a bit relieved in her place though nervous if she lessened the mess she placed on the atmosphere.

“I do hope I don't come across that way. May I ask if I have offended you in some way, in our previous meetings perhaps?”

“Not at all.” She shakes her head firmly, assuring him in the best manner. She had to take another good look at him, straight in contact. “What do you mean though, Dr. Richter?” 

She can’t quite put a finger on it…

“Nothing.”

She won’t think much of it then.

By the clock ticking, and as the condensation of the cup drips by her finger, Vyn drops his question.

“Ah, right. Rosa relayed the message to me moments ago… Since she's got an extra ticket, how about you be the one to join me at this event? Her friend Kiki isn't able to accompany her.”

Yule flinched as he handed the invitation, more so as his slender fingers brushed hers for a moment. But looking at the table now, she can't quite comprehend seeing the intricate details on the paper, let alone the scent of it.

Or is it him?

She flushed red as she realized his close proximity.

Yule backs away, also because she might have to turn him down. “Oh no, I don’t know if I may…” The shining letters on the paper gawk at her by her line of vision.

She doesn't have any appropriate clothes.

Like of course, on average, she didn't have anything packed for this certain instance. She will stick out like a sore thumb!

“Is there any problem, Miss Yule?” Vyn had to ask as she had been silent for a while.

 Prompting her feet properly to her seat, her sheepish behavior came off a bit less. “Honestly… I don’t have a dress for a ball.”

Does she look pathetic?

“Oh, no need… Marius suggested a design for you.” Seeing the already prepared reference on the older male’s phone, she had to widen her eyes at the sight of her favorite hues that complements her skin so well.

That made her flush more.

She lets out a nervous laugh, mixed with vexation. “I swear he wants me in debt.”

“I asked him directly though, no worries. Besides, knowing you're in the midst of moving here in Stellis, I suppose you didn't bring any attire for these kinds of events.”

 “Exactly.” She felt herself relax and look at him with intent. So, he didn't see the fact that I may not have any of the luxury, and did not prioritize it since she’s handling something at the moment. She beams at him, feeling the effects of the caffeine saturate her body. “You’ve done so much already, Vyn, thank you.”

Hearing that she had already complied in calling him by the name, she claps his hands together, nodding in appreciation. “That settles it then.”

“Mind if I pick you up at noon?” he asks.

“Not quite a morning person?”

He had to perk a smile, as she even managed to notice that detail.

Vyn chuckles, letting a meek smile paint over his lips. “I suppose you too?”

Nodding, she had to mirror back a shy grin, disappearing in a matter of seconds as it’s been replaced by an astonished reaction. 

“Let's grab a coffee on the way.” Vyn leans nearer, drawing her in with his smile.

She had to flush back.  He noticed that detail too, huh…

Settling on the same agreement feels safe as they get more captivated into their little bubble. Despite being both’s epitome of ‘irony’ at the first meeting, they have settled it. With Vyn breaking down her beliefs into something more bearable; showing more of the radical explanation of phenomena, and to Yule alluring the appealing nature of the primacy effect  in love for Vyn. Possibly expanding the concept and enticing dynamics to him hereafter.

To the one who acts on her vulnerabilities, the other rational on their approach. One can learn from the other; equal and reciprocal. Opposites do attract.

Having to see in person the name, the one he keeps hearing, now has a form and meaning for him to further analyze. He wishes to comprehend more of her complexities past her captivating appearance. Vyn can now structure better connections based on further impressions he may probe into.

Letting the scent of the café waft their senses, he's stirred awake.

He’s the type who prefers tea, but with him being in her presence, it feels natural. She gives the same palpitation and warmth as he glances at her coffee-brown eyes.

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