#Kuri does a writing

[hircines-hunter]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @skyrim-forever

Gonna tag @thequeenofthewinter @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @umbracirrus @moicaire @vivifriend

@pocket-vvardvark @fangsandsoftgrass @nyarevar @oblivions-dawn @illumiera

@sulphuricgrin @moriche @theoneandonlysemla and anyone else that wants to do it! And please tag men if you do it and didn’t tag you! Crying gently! But anyways!

Uh don’t really know what to share. I have a bunch of wip but it’s like….. spoiler or just…. Not good lol. But this may also be boring lol. Just a short conversation about Sifkni, and past events between two Werewolves

“She’s rather unconcerned about this all.” The older Nord woman puffed on her pipe. She watched the group surrounding the Hare from the safety of her camp. She watched as Sifkni’s camp slowly woke up except for the owner of the camp. Kolfreyja knew Ilfhil, but why was that Nord ignoring the Hunt and providing safety for the Hare? She wondered.

“Want me to go stir things up?” A large Nord pushed away from the tree. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.

“No. Not yet, Kristjan. Gunnar isn’t back.”

“We don’t need him, Kolfreyja. We can handle four werewolves. That boon can be ours.”

Kolfreyja laughed as she took another puff of her pipe. “I don’t doubt we could. But you saw what they did to Saoirse and Nilara. And the Hare’s old pack. She killed [redacted].”

“Well, he’s not really dead. He will come back in a few days. Maybe sooner if Lord Hircine wills it.”

Smoke billowed from the old woman’s nose. “If the Lord Huntsman wills anything. Besides, remember the last time you underestimated a Hare.” She cackled.

Kristjan groaned. “Aye. Aye. Mother of Hunters kicked all of our asses. Especially mine and Gunnar’s.”

“I’m also waiting for Lady Adelina to join in soon.”

Kristjan laughed. “You think she will?”

Kolfreyja puffed on her pipe. She hummed. “At least for a while. I don’t think she will be happy either way….”

Kristjan hummed. “You don’t think?” He laughed. “How much do you wanna bet the loving couple will have a fight?”

“Oh, I’m not betting. Lady Adelina is going to throw a fit. Maybe even cancel the whole Hunt.” The old woman laughed as smoke surrounded her. “No matter, we will participate until she states otherwise.”

[coochiekrab]

writing a massive paragraph of wwc au in which kuri turns into a black silent flying orb and just lives like this.

This made me think of ceiling cat. Does anyone still remember ceiling cat

[animalsalvationassociation]

Random question... how does the ASA crew sleep?

@kuri-kushmia

(Just in case you can’t read my hand writing)

They sleep like everyone else, obviously. Like ducks in a row!

[ DO NOT REPOST, ALL ART & CONCEPTS WERE MADE BY ME ]

I only realized after I drew this that you said "the ASA" and not "the Octonauts", but I’m too eepy to draw anyone else. Obviously this drawing is a joke . . . Or is it? ~

(The register system at work shut off before we even opened the store so I literally couldn’t do anything productive for like two hours . . . Legit boss’s orders, she told me to go draw (this~) while I gave out coupons to people—My boss loves me 🥰😭💙)

(Just saying Shellington and Inkling’s sleeping situations are whack, because Shelly-doo has a Murphy bed in his lab, and Inkle-bob sleeps in his chair?????)

Also @autistic-writer-angel posted this picture the other day and I can’t get over how cute their pajamas are!

[ This is a Octonauts AU, in no way is this canon to the OG storyline. ]

[dapandapod]

oh my god, I need this in my life ;____; Pairing is dealer's choice.

36. unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

Look. I kinda missed the mark here, in a sense, as did I miss the timely window to write/reply.... xD anyway here it is? some Geraskier, a healthy dose of pining, and a lot of semi-platonic cuddling! Thank you Ebs my love for beta-reading! And I hope you like it, Kuri-darlin! Please enjoy <3 On Ao3 here!

It starts, as it often does between the two of them, with a deep bottle of spirit and a great idea. Usually, it’s one of Jaskier’s, but this time neither of them will claim the responsibility.

Skinnydipping is a much better plan in summer temperatures, rather than in late spring. Cold water from the icy mountains is still trickling down in rivers and finding itself in the lake they are now rushing out of, bare as the day they were born.

Jaskier isn’t shrieking, he never is, he is just flexing his vocal chords. Geralt is telling him that he is indeed shrieking, and that he should stop before it gets shrill enough to call the local dogs over.

Punching Geralt’s chest is very different when he is not wearing any clothes, skin cool and slippery, and Jaskier loses himself for a moment.

This is where it all begins, in a sense.

They are both rather lost, directionless in the free way of the traveling pair they are, but still trying to make out what path is theirs, and if what they will find at the end of the road will please them.

Geralt grasps Jaskier’s hand, and holds it to his chest. If asked, he will say he is clearly making sure Jaskier won’t be able to punch him again, but if you ask Jaskier, the only thing he will remember is firm fingers around his wrist, chest hair rough against his knuckles.

When Jaskier does not immediately protest, just stares at their hands with wide eyes, Geralt declares the bard too drunk, and he pulls Jaskier with him towards land by the hand.

Getting dressed one handed is… even more complicated while drunk, but the witcher does not let go of the bard, and leads him all the way to their rooms. They technically have their own rooms, but somehow they both end up in Jaskier’s room, only half way into the bed.

Later, Geralt remembers waking up with Jaskier’s fingers laced through his, and turns to look at his face lax in sleep, pressed against the mattress.

It happens again, of course it does. This time they are between inns, with winter and his bad timing stealing one last cold night before spring broke through properly.

They have found alright shelter, compromising the comfort of the open forest floor for keeping warm, snuck in the crack of a rock formation.

The fire is doing wonders, and despite the smoke stinging their eyes, Jaskier is looking decidedly snuggly with the fire behind him outlining his figure.

Their bedrolls are side by side, and Jaskier has grabbed onto Geralt’s hand, marveling over… well, marveling in general actually.

This time there is no alcohol between them, just a sense of peace and amusement, and Geralt watches Jaskier trace each digit, using both hands to look this way and that.

His knuckles are getting a great deal of attention, as is his thumb and palm. While he does it, Jaskier tells a story about his mother and a fortune teller that probably was a sham, but there once was this palm reader he met in Novigrad, and did you know that the placing or lack of calluses really tells a lot about you as a person?

Geralt listens with a smile, and snarks at the obvious holes in the storytelling when Jaskier is making too much up again, and, between one heartbeat and the next, Jaskier’s eyes droop shut.

He is still holding onto Geralt’s hand, one cradling the side of his hand and his pinky, the other holding onto his thumb. Even as specks of snow trickle down from above, and the wind howls, the fire crackles merrily, and Jaskier is holding his hand in his sleep.

Geralt doesn’t take his hand back, and in the morning they have inched closer, and Jaskier is holding Geralt’s hand against himself like you would a teddy bear.

Not long after the summer solstice, they make a close acquaintance with death. Her foul breath brushes the bard’s cheek as a Necker’s claw dug into his flesh.

Lucky for all of them, Jaskier is wearing a leather coat, and instead of being fatal, it just ends up being very fucking painful.

Blood is not a good look on bards, at least not their own, Geralt decides when Jaskier sits eerily quiet after being patched and bundled up in a barn that they’ve got to borrow for the night, with the promise not to bleed on the hay.

That night, Geralt reaches for Jaskier’s hand, holding it as he presses himself up against the bard’s back, listening to his even breaths and rapid heartbeat, infinitely grateful he made it in time to save him.

As with anything, spend enough time doing something and a habit is formed.

It isn’t every time, nor is it a conscious thought, but if there is but an arm's length between them, they will either end up half way out of their bedrolls and meet in the middle, fingers lacing together, or when they’re sitting idly next to each other for whatever reason, their fingers will seek each other out, sometimes barely touching, and other times overlapping.

It stops being a conscious choice, it is something just done. Jaskier eagerly grabbing his hand as he tells exciting news and then forgets to let go, or Geralt wanting to keep track of him, or to support him, or when in a crowd.

It’s natural, an anchor when they are in danger of getting lost.

They part, and they reunite later that summer, and that fall Geralt grabs Jaskier’s hands to rub them warm, to breathe on them to help him regain temperature.

He knows you shouldn’t breathe on them, knows how a breath actually can make them colder, but Geralt may or may not be accidentally brushing his lips to Jaskier’s knuckles, and Jaskier is pretending not to notice, pretending he doesn’t have fine rabbit gloves tucked in his backpack, gifted by the very witcher right in front of him.

Things change, and also they don’t.

Dragons and witches and a child of the elder blood marks each change in their own way. Jaskier finds himself waking up, holding his own hand in his cold room in Kaer Morhen, and Geralt’s hand reaches across the empty bed for the bard’s even before he registers not to.

Another bottle of spirits, this time a stolen Nilfgaardian booze smelling absolutely terrible with the aftertaste of dirt, and another bright idea later, and Jaskier and Geralt once again find themselves sprawled halfway across Jaskier’s bed.

Geralt had to pull him up the stairs by the hand to keep their balance, or so they told themselves. The White gull Geralt ended up downing tastes terrible on the second day he notes, shifting and pulling the warmth by his side closer.

Jaskier grunts in his ear and knees his thigh, but only when he tightens his hold around hot, sweaty fingers does Geralt realize what he’d been missing. Jaskier is tangled against him, arm trapped under himself in an angle that will promise complaints the moment he wakes up. It is warm, and it is comfortable, and Geralt is slowly coming to terms with what pleases him.

Relearning how to share a bed is much easier when you have an anchor, a focal point, or it would have been if Geralt wasn’t startled awake by Jaskier almost falling out of bed. They resettle, Jaskier now firmly between the witcher and the wall, and the back of Geralt’s hand pressed against his lips as sleep reclaims him.

It doesn’t matter if they are awake or not, they reach for each other like a weed craves the sun, like roots seeking dirt, like vines growing where they find purchase.

The day Geralt wakes up and finally finds courage, he kisses Jaskier’s palm, and Jaskier kisses his lips.

[umbracirrus]

15,16,17 for Elyse and Thorne and Lusine!

Thank you Kuri-!!! <3

15. Tropes, tropes, tropes! Do any come into mind for this character? Or do they subvert any?

I've answered this question already for Elyse here!

For Thorne, she's got a few little tropes which I associate with her. Most obvious is the 'criminal trying to seek redemption', as she goes from leader of the Thieves Guild to a member of the Companions. Another is she's part of the ol' reliable enemies to lovers trope with Vilkas! And the whole being a criminal in Riften thing really didn't help her out there on getting on his good books.

For Lusine... Hmm... This is quite a bit harder for me to answer. Perhaps the closest thing to a trope is that she has very firm ideas on morals/what is good and bad, and is very hard to budge on it (thanks to Grelod). And can be stubborn. I don't know if this is more describing her personality as opposed to tropes though...

16. Languages! How many do they speak? Are they literate?

Admittedly... I'm not too knowledgable on languages in the elder scrolls to properly answer the languages spoken, though I know that if there is a common language all three of my girls would know it. Elyse is most likely to know multiple languages, being the child of a Nord and a Breton who grew up across High Rock and Cyrodiil before moving to Skyrim.

Elyse is also the most literate of the three of them, which is helped by the fact that Ingja was in a fortunate enough position in her youth to have a tutor, and Edwyn being a scholar and eventually a tutor himself - they passed on what they could in terms of knowledge and literacy to Elyse.

Thorne would also be quite literate, as though she lived in isolation for much of her life, knowledge was quite important to her family (specifically her mother, because of Thorne's grandfather being... let's say knowledgable with a curious mind) and it rubbed off on her.

Lusine is the least literate, because she spent much of her time simply trying to survive as opposed to things such as reading or writing, first at Honorhall then in the forests around Ivarstead. Wilhelm realises that she has trouble with reading and writing and tries to help her out alongside a few other people in Ivarstead (Klimmek had her join him on one of his journeys to High Hrothgar to see if she could read the tablets up the 7,000 steps, for example.) She does start learning properly about reading and writing with Vilkas' help when she joins the Companions though.

17. If they can, what’s their fighting style? If they’re a mage, how do they handle being silenced or running out of magicka?

So... Elyse is a combination of styles, and it changes over time. She starts out purely as a mage, using destruction spells from a distance. However, as her proficiencies more lie within the conjuration school, she starts relying upon that instead, conjuring familiars and atronachs. That soon transitions towards conjuring weapons... and her being a dual-wielding bound-blade user. She essentially is a battlemage/spellblade of a sort. When she runs out of magicka, she usually has potions on hand that she has crafted herself to restore it, and if in a situation where she is out of potions or silenced, she has one of either her trusty dagger which was given to her by Ralof in Helgen Keep that landed the killing blow on Alduin, or her mother's bow which she cherishes and has kept her family surviving for many years in her childhood.

Thorne is good with a sword. It is what she was trained in, and it's what she knows she can rely upon. Just good old one-handed sword, preferrably the Nightingale Blade when it ends up in her possession but Things Happen at some point which means that she has to rely upon a Skyforge Steel sword instead. She can use magic, but refuses to do so (another thing tied to her grandfather). If she can, she will try to use stealth to her advantage, but as time passes, she finds she prefers to be a bit more reckless because she can be - she's not hiding any more, so why should she continue to act as such in a fight?

Lusine admittedly quite enjoys a physical altercation. Fists? She's down for that. Blades? She'll give it a go. Hammers? Why not! Magic just does not come naturally to her, but she has a knack for anything which involves getting up close and personal. Bows and crossbows make her pull a face. Plus she's a werewolf, and she has no qualms about using a transformation to her advantage if need be (though restrains that to an extent when she joins the Companions, not wanting to ruin their long-held secret).

[ourdemons]

Wowie it's been a hot minute So I drew these a LONG while ago but these are Grimmers parents (First [Kuritanta] and second [Vivianna]) and Israels dad (The last one [Oliver]) If you have any questions about lore and stuff I'm open to them :> I'll just say right now that the villain to my little story is Pixel Here's a little bit of info (I do talk about abuse and death just a little warning):

My original plan for Grimmers dad, His name is Kuritanta which means death in some language that I forgot :D, anyway my og plan was for Grims dad to be evil. Basically on the side of Pixel but I changed Kuri to be more caring but distant because of his own experiences with his own father and even mother. Kuri was treated with toxic masculinity and was kept away from the lower class or any contact with other demons. He was not a cold hearted kid. Kuri was curious and really smart having to teach himself to read and write. To keep him away from others walls were built up in the garden (Back yard) and in the front yard to, again, keep him away from the lower class or any other communication with others. Soon this will be broken when Kuri, in his late teens, will be able to finally go to school. There he learns other magic that will add on to his abilities that a grim reaper is normally born with. A small while there he soon becomes friends with Vivianna and Oliver. Both Vivi and Oliver are lower middle class. As he is there he learns how Angels are seen as the evil ones when in his books say the opposite. Along with this he also learns about how Vivi and Oliver live. Kuri sees their poor living styles and doesn't think its fair how they are treated. This starts his determination to want to fix things. Soon Kuri develops feelings for Vivi and starts to date her. Once his parents find out they get angry and his father tries to hurt Vivi. Kuri quickly gets in the way to protect her and gets his little shield symbol on his forehead (I'll talk about this later in a different post) Okie I'll talk about Oliver now: I don't have much on him because I just didn't think of him much :P So Oliver and Kuri are bffs. Once Kuri's parents die and he becomes the leader Oliver gets put in a better house along with other demons who were labeled lower class/ lower middle class. In school Oliver decides to learn about healing magic and becomes a doctor. He does have a reason he became a doctor. Like Kuri, Oliver falls in love and gets married when he's an adult but soon after his son, Israel, is born the mom starts to get ill and weak. It was found out that this sickness that was developing in her could not be fixed with the demons healing magic. This made Oliver work hard to try to find some way to cure his lover or even allow her to live a little longer but his trials are unsuccessful and she soon dies, not making even 3 months after the birth of Israel. Oliver is broken and being a single father with his new born son. When seeing Israel this reminds Oliver that he has to be strong for him and inside Oliver's mind he still has a piece of his partner that was gifted to him.

If you read through this you are a god and I hope you enjoyed :> Again if you have any questions I'm open to answering :D

[puraiuddo]

A fun reply nobody asked for lmaa. I plan to post a lot of jazz creation content (ie G1 concept art, character profiles, voice casting, other writing room brainstorm stuff, etc) so be ready for that too I guess, but as a treat for now at least...

Now when to wings or not to wings? TL;DR: there's absolutely no rhyme or reason to this so do what you want.

The more involved answer is more... metaphysical.

Transformers became a thing, b/c Hasbro ripped off designed some ~transforming toys~ and said "pitch us something interesting to sell this as" and, as such, THE TRANSFORMERS 1984-5 BRIEFING BOOK was born.

1.Hasbro 1984 Toyfair catalogue 2. Hasbro 1985 Toyfair catalogue 3. TRANSFORMERS 1984-5 BRIEFING BOOK [x]

So technically some plastic model w/ wings was the physical toy model that inspired Jazz's base design, but ultimately everything that is Jazz (character profile, attitude, colors, voice, etc) was designed by Bob Budiansky and the G1 animation team.

And so Jazz as we know him debuted on the same page as his toy picture and his character imodel sheet design—showing him as wingless from the start!

But then... later on in life... you get some funko-style figurines that should, by all means, should not too heavily differentiate from each other.... and alas! even here, one has wings and one does not.

SoooOOOOooOOOOO.... who really knows?

TL;DR: The Kuro Kara Kuri Jazz is real, out —extravagantly expensive and extraordinarily gorgeous—and very much worth it!

(cries in financial irresponsibility)

(click for more pictures. he's even more gorgeous in person, believe it or not. and my offer to pose him as the audience requests still stands!) ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈�� )✧

Fun fact! Jazz has had doorwings before! Its a feature from his original toy and its only really the animation side of things that took doorwings away from Jazz. Multiple of his toys feature him with doorwings, or at least the option to have him with doorwings

Like the Flame Toys Kuro Kara Kuri Jazz figure, have you seen that figure? Its literally the sexiest Jazz figure ever

Okay first of all, omg I didn’t know that:0 I only saw him with wings in Rid and eeehhh I’m choosing to ignore everything that happens in Rid completely including Jazz’s design. He was fun and cool and stuff but he looked like a Pepsi logo

Second - HOLY FUCK I THINK THIS IS ONE OF THE COOLEST FIGURES I EVER SEEN WHATTT THE HELL

I don’t know what’s more impressive. It’s design or it’s price ahahahah (cries in financially responsible)

[revirushifaa]

Hi can I request GN! Mc being really short like 5"2, but is like super chaotic. Whenever the brothers try to pull the "You're just a small weak human bit" they just will drag over a chair so they can look them in the eyes to say fuck you or something. Bonus points if it's when they threatened to kill the Mc because instead of running the just walk over and get a chair to yell at them. They'll just so tall and it'd be hilarious.

Pffft, a shortie trying to intimidate very large demons fufufu! Of course, HC's because it would be very long to write if it was a drabble!

Soon I'll include Belphie, after I have gotten the hang of him. For now I'll give you just six bros.

Enjoy!

Warning: Language

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Tiny MC not scared of the brothers:

Lucifer and MC:

-Oh, the mighty firstborn is intimidating by nature and he's full of authority, so when MC's been a little brat, he'll scold them and hover them.

"What is this? A pathetic little nut of a human trying to intimidate me? I, Lucifer, the eldest of this family? How endearing-"

-Right after he laughs at them, they just grab a chair and now they have the same eye level so they answer with preppiness.

"Fuck you, peacock boy, I'm ain't afraid of ya so shove yer pride up yer butt."

-Oh, believe me when I tell you that Lucifer almost rip them to pieces, but he finds it amusing that a tiny human is there being insolent with him.

Mammon and MC:

"YOU? You the tiniest shrimp trying to be the "tough guy" and have me right down on my knees before ya? Me, THE Mammon?! Ahahahaha!!"

-MC then stands on the chair and looks right into the greedy demon's eyes.

"And ya think just because yer big n shit I'm gonna cower before you? Please, why don't you buy yourself better balls if you have the guts to try and scare me, yer balls might just be as diminute as a baby's!"

-Oh. Oh. OH. Mammon blushes bright right at that comment, that he freezes there and has no idea what to say. This human is something else, don't mess with 'em, they've gotten a lot of guts!.

Leviathan and MC:

-The shy shut-in babe actually smirks at their insolence and their idiocy of trying to be the intimidating one.

"What is it normie? Trying to be tough? Oh don't make laugh, normies like you are just the pathetic of things without any abilities or powers, you don't stand a chance against me or any of my brothers."

-Again in the chair and showing not fear, MC stares at the envious demon.

"And you an otaku nerd gamer, is intimidating or frightning? Don't make me laugh nerd, yer only good at games and anime. Why don't you just kiss that Kuri-Pan pillow of yers, cuz ya won't ever get a partner."

-Oh... Levi's self-steem drops ten meters underground. They hit him right where it does hurt the most. Why... they're small yet they're strong in their determination and words. He's so envious now because he can't actually insult someone without stuttering.

Satan and MC:

-Avatar of Wrath and cat lover has cornered a very imprudent MC as he smirks at them.

"Pathetic tiny little fly, you won't ever win against me. Oh no, I'll wreck ya and incapacitate you so you can't stand anymore.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm not scared of ya! Man, take a chill pill or somethin' cuz ya are like an old grandpa. Pretty much like that peacock boy. Relax and go give yerself more care, is it because they ignore ya that much that yer such an atomic bomb? Hahaha, funny little angry gramps."

-What the hell?! And they just stood on a chair and say that while looking into his eyes and just what...? This human surely has something. Oh but he feels the wrath rising inside him, how dare them compare him with Lucifer?!! He's anything but him, ahhhhhh-

Asmodeus and MC:

"Aww, how cute of you trying to sound intimidating. That's Lucy fur's job though. You wouldn't be able to win a fight against me, cutie~"

"Asmo, the lustful one eh? Well, yer just all bark and no bite. Creepy girly that only is good as dressing and posing before a mirror, are ya even strong? I don't think so, if all ya do is being like how ya are!"

-What... how can a human be like this and actually have the guts to be sassy? And a creepy girly? Good job MC, you managed to break the lustful one's heart, how dare you.

-After that, Asmo doesn't even direct the word to them and pretty much has casted them out. Unwilling to forgive them, no matter how much they cry and plead him.

Beelzebub and MC:

-The gluttonous demon who's actually a sweet pea. He's the giant of the brothers, now he has a MC standing on a chair as they snatch his sandwich to eat it. Oh, the audacity of that human...!

"Ok, you little peanut. Give me back my sandwich or else I will crush you and then eat you!!"

-Seeing that they have indeed pissed him off, they only grin and give a stare at the glutton.

"Ya only work for eating and eating. Don't you even do exercise? Yer gonna get fat and gross. No one will find you attractive, because yer so ugly! I won't even reel back in fear, cuz ya don't cause fear!"

-They're so rude and he just wants to smash them and knock 'em all the pegs down. Ugh, he watches as they eat his sandwich. He gets grumpy all day after that incident.

In the end all brothers are so pissed off, and just want to kill this MC already. What was Diavolo thinking on sending them such a rude little prat!

[tejoxys]

That writing meme that I already forgot the prompt for, for Kuri uwu

[x] Oooh, I was JUST extended-daydreaming about this character before I got up today. Top 5 things I keep in mind when writing Kuri:

She is in at least moderate physical pain at all times. She's used to operating that way, but it's there, and it affects her behavior. (Because it’s a visual story, I also have to think about how it affects her movement, how she positions herself in space, etc.)

She's been programmed to follow whomever seems most capable of keeping her alive in the apocalyptic setting they're in. I have to keep an eye on who she thinks that is throughout the story, because there are abrupt shifts. She’s uniquely vulnerable to suggestion from that person (I live for the day when that person is herself).

Her use of language is unusual. Among other things, she doesn't use 'I' pronouns through most of the story, or really talk about herself at all.

She feels very deeply, but she doesn’t believe that she does. There’s extraordinary self-denial here for a long time. It’s betrayed through expressions and movements.

There is capacity for happiness in there. This is the hardest to keep track of, because I never actually envisioned the end of this story when I was young and depressed; I couldn’t see it ending well for her, so, intentionally or not, I left it blank. I’m trying to bring it into focus now.

[hircines-hunter]

WIP Wednesday

👀 I had an idea. Unsure if it’ll make it into the Final Cut. But, having Adelina and Hircine feels certainly doesn’t help! Anyways!

Tagging @thequeenofthewinter @umbracirrus @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @mavariel @madamefluffnstuff

@vivifriend @oblivions-dawn @skyrim-forever and anyone else that wants to join in! Please feel free to tag me! I like WIP and reading and looking at art!

Hircine turned when he caught Adelina’s scent on the breeze. He saw her. Her arms half transformed. Fangs protruded from her mouth. She charged at him, ripping the spear from his hand. She pointed the tip at his chest. He backed towards the edge of the cliff, looking down momentarily before looking back at his Huntress. He felt her rage radiate from every fiber within her. Her muscles coiled and contracted. He sidestepped around the cliff.

Adelina slashed at the air where Hircine had been standing. A growl left her lips as she quickly swung his spear again. ‘She’s carrying Moon- Blessed children!’ She yelled into his mind. She closed her eyes and listened for him. There! She swung the spear again. The tip grazed the Daedric Prince’s arm.

Hircine looked down at the blood that trickled down his arm. “She cured my hunters.”

‘She remained a wolf. Turned another into Moon-blessed. She is having twins!’ Adelina swung again, cursing as Hircine ducked and charged at her.

Hircine grabbed both her arms. She struggled against his grip. She reeled her head back and slammed it forward against his helm, cracking it. Hircine let go of Adelina and took a step back. He threw the skull helm to the ground. His eyes turned red as he grew in size. His face contorted into a wolf head with antlers. His teeth were long and jagged. Too big for his maw.

Adelina let a transformation take over. Werewolf behemoth. She’d never be as large as Hircine. ‘I’m taking her side! Her mother and a former pack mate. We are helping her.’ Adelina pounced at her husband. Her jaw latched onto the crook of his shoulder. ‘You may be my Hart and I your Huntress. I do not agree with this Hunt on her.’

“I am not satisfied with the Hunt—“

[bring-out-the-dead]

This does actually have me curious because he did mention one of his friends sent him the florfor porn, but he kind of made it sound like it was someone who had been outside of the flora community. This person was also trying to convince Japhet not to join floraverse by showing him that glip was in fact writing rape. When he told us about Raygor he made it sound like raygor was sending him a bunch of pokemon related stuff and not anything flora related, but he also didn't show screenshots to us, just to glip and kuri if I remember correctly.

I'm not sure who he's referencing there, especially since he said raygor's abuse went on for several months, but it could go either way.

Last night someone reached out to Japhet about what he and others did to me and they shared the screenshots. Japhet also took cropped screenshots of the four day event and still made himself look like the asshole.

The whole "We weren't boo's friends" thing falls apart really quickly when you look through the (albeit outdated) public server logs and see that I interacted with these people on a daily basis. Also Japhet never blocked me? I'm not sure where this claim is coming from because I never had to "block evade" him to follow him on twitter when I did a few days before coming to SSA. This also wasn't a claim he started making until I publicly confronted him. Also, the "creepy" thing I did to Pengosolvent was tell him that I cared about and appreciated him.

At the top here when he mentions the chromativore thing, I was making fun of Raygor and his characters because I had just found out that Raygor WHO IS IN HIS 40'S sent nsfw to Japhet who was 17 at the time.

Japhet was also weirdly angry that I shipped my OC with bugbo, despite the fact that bensilly does not care about shipping.

"Not even boo acted like this was abuse" MOST ABUSE VICTIMS DON'T REALIZE THEY'RE BEING ABUSED THAT'S HOW ABUSERS GET AWAY WITH THEIR SHIT!!

I'm just saying it here: If I was hurt by my friend talking to someone I don't like, I wouldn't make it their responsibility to stop talking to that person. Healthy people who are secure in their relationships do not force people to make these kinds of decisions.

(I'm going to add more screenshots in a reblog along with me debunking them I hope you're ready)

[coochiekrab]

When you write Kuri and Aubrey, how do you make their relationship one where Aubrey helps Kuri through her problems/is the reason she improves without making it a weird power dynamic / dependency thing? I admire how their relationship is written but struggle to translate that into my own writing without overstepping into a weird power dynamic... What are your secrets oc wizard..

Ppfffpttttpbbtttttttttttt i wouldge say that Aubrey doesn’t push her to do anything to get “better” and Kuri can choose to not get “better” if she doesn’t want to, like he’s not encouraging her to go meet new people and work on her Social Skills for the Sake Of Getting Better at talking and interacting. if kuri wants to talk to strangers and become a Small talk Whiz then thats entirely her own choice. If Kuri brings up the idea of going to school Aubrey just says Yea That Sounds Cool and if she never follows through with it he’s not going to bring it up and ask why she isnt looking at any schools. Secondly Aubrey full on just does not believe in a Better Kuri, or a Healed Kuri or a Recovered Kuri at all. He doesn’t think she’s broken or flawed to begin with and anything we would objectively describe as “better” or more normal is just Change

Thirdly there are just a lot of easy “problems” Kuri has that just never get better. She’ll always be really weird and stunted even if its something she could reasonably improve on especially with his help. Frankly he does nothing to directly help her outside of loving her unconditionally and just having opportunities lol. Its her charm and its what made him fall in love with her. The only thing that’s improved about her is her environment

[wherethewordsare]

And Jam

For @kuripon who’s evening got eaten up with shopping and so I thought I’d send her a little bit of domestic fluff. 

As always, when I write for Kuri, thank you @softnerdypeter for reading over it for me. Your bog moms love you <3

CW: Spicy adjacent? But nothing actually happens. Geralt just really does not want to do the shopping. 

“Geralt…” Jaskier’s voice was muffled behind the door of their room but the tone was unmistakable. He thought it might have been time when he couldn’t find any more orange juice that morning. 

“No,” he shouted back before he rolled over, pulling Jaskier’s pillow over his head. He was going to get a nap in if it killed him. 

“Dear heart,” Jaskier’s voice was much closer, the bed dipping behind Geralt before an arm was wrapping around his chest. “We need to-” 

“Don’t.” Geralt warned but there was no heat to it. He rolled over, peaking out from the pillow he had failed to hide under. When he saw Jaskier’s smirk the pillow went flying to smack him in the face. 

Jaskier squawked indignantly while Geralt chuckled, his arms coming up to protect his face from the pillow again. He finally managed to catch one of Jaskier’s wrists, pulling him down to kiss him. Jaskier melted easily, the fight going out of him as Geralt’s hands found their way down to his hips. He hummed, first delighted then annoyed as he pulled back. 

“Oh no you don’t. We need to get groceries.” Jaskier did his best to sound firm while Geralt still toyed with his belt loops, but his voice kept slipping. “Geralt, I swear to every deity current and long forgotten, I will-” 

Geralt pulled him down again, nibbling his neck, grinning at the shudder that ran through his husband. “You’ll what?”

“I’ll tell Lambert to plan your birthday and not Eskel.” Jaskier finally managed to pull away just enough to level his most serious face, as ruined as it might have been by the color rising in his cheeks and the bite marks that were blooming on his neck. 

He groaned, rolling over to stand up and reached for his shirt. “Well, we do need yogurt.” 

“And jam.” Jaskier added, following behind him, looking all too smug. 

“And jam,” Geralt agreed as he grabbed his keys from by the door. Jaskier was beside him, toeing on his own shoes and listing off different things they had run low on. Geralt only smiled at him, humming and nodding as he went along. The only thing that made the shopping even remotely bearable was Jaskier next to him. 

“This place is packed!” Jaskier groused as he managed to snag a cart from among a throng of other shoppers. “We’ll be lucky if they still have that cookie dough on sale.” 

Geralt picked up a basket and leaned in, kissing Jaskier’s cheek. “Don’t buy more than two. I’m going to hit up the deli. Meet in the frozen?” 

“Mhm,” Jaskier smiled back. His phone was out and two seconds later, Geralt’s phone buzzed. “That’s the list. Oh and those weird pickles if they have them!” Another buzz on Geralt’s phone. 

It was easier when they split up like this, but it was harder, too. Geralt didn’t like when the store was this crowded. That many people packed into one place always felt like a trap. He was just thankful that the deli counter was run by someone who had common sense and kept the line in order. 

They had been out of the pickles Jaskier wanted, but had some other strange thing in a jar that sounded right up his alley so Geralt got three just to be on the safe side. The deli had been slow enough that he even beat Jaskier to the freezer section. 

He shoved as many vegetables as he could into his basket before Jaskier was there to make faces. That would keep them for at least two or three weeks. 

When Jaskier came around the corner his face lit up only to fall again. “Not the thing with the beans, Geralt. Those are disgusting.” 

“You eat worse than Ciri,” Geralt shot back, looking over their list. 

They grabbed the last few things and went through the self checkout. Jaskier scanned while he bagged. Overall, it hadn’t been their worst trip but he was exhausted. 

When they got home, they fell into companionable silence, working in tandem to put everything away. It had become a kind of dance they had perfected over the years, Geralt rising up to put away the noodles in the pantry while Jaskier ducked past with the milk and eggs. Both of them managed to dodge Roach weaving between their feet. 

Finally, everything was put away, Geralt wrapped an arm around Jaskier, pulling him against his chest with a grin. He leaned in to nibble where he had started earlier on Jaskier’s neck which made his husband laugh, his head thrown back. 

“I love you,” Geralt said simply, burying his face into Jaskier’s shoulder. 

“I love you, too. You’re exhausted, aren’t you?” Jaskier asked, his fingers sliding into his hair as he nodded. “Still up for that nap?” Geralt nodded again, his arms shifting to slide under Jaskier’s thighs as he lifted him. 

“Holy mother of- Geralt!” Jaskier huffed as he was forced to wrap around Geralt or fall. 

“Gotta make sure you don’t let Lambert anywhere near my birthday,” he chuckled as he kicked the door shut behind them. 

They didn’t manage to get their nap until much later. 

[kuri-ejinn]

Guilty Pleasures

TGYC Prompt: Guilty pleasures! Write about your character’s, or the ones you think would be interesting. Where does the guilt come from?

Opulence

Silk sheets, the latest fashions, jewelry…Despite living out of an inn room, Kuri seems to have accumulated a handful of all of these things and more. In the past, she had extra gil to spend or others who bought these things for her. Now she relies on merc contracts and astrology card readings to support her buying habits.

Sweets

Kuri has an intense sweet tooth. In her youth on the Steppe, sweets were a rare treat, but in the cities there are stalls and nightly events that have them in abundance. Between her expensive style and lack of self control when it comes to sugar, she’s typically living job to job. It’s a lucky thing that her company is fronting the cost of her housing.

Why?

At the root of a lot of the things Kuri does is a desire for comfort. Growing up, buying things was one of her only forms of freedom, so that habit continues to this day despite her being more ‘free’ (And her dwindling funds). Sweets are very similar in that they are her comfort food (she should probably eat less of them). This deep seeded longing for comfort can also be seen in how she acts around people she trusts - standing or sitting very close, small physical touches, and sometimes performing tasks purely for compliments. 

@thegraveyardcompany​

[bansheestrks]

(post-writing note: this turned out to be a pretty long post, woops!)

on the regards of weird/obscure PS2 games: i might have a few!

there's the even lesser known and harder to find sequel to vib-ribbon, vib ripple, a japan-only release that sadly does not have a fan translation patch but is decently easy to navigate but a bit obtuse to figure out, gameplay wise due to the lack of tutorial. notable for it's inclusion of a feature that allowed you to import your own pictures as the playmat! (although i'm not sure if that's possible through emulation)

there's the cult classic gregory horror show (also known as gregory horror show: soul collector in japan), based on the animated series by the same name, only released in japan and some parts of the PAL region. (although, do note this is a horror themed game and may contain upsetting material, so discretion advised!)

the PS2 is also notably home to a lot of fromsoft's pre-dark souls titles such as: many titles in the evergrace and armored core series, eternal ring, kuon, and of course: the adventures of cookie & cream (also known as kuri kuri mix in japan and featuring this way cooler boxart design)

the playstation 2 is a bit of a landmine full of stinkers and gems alike, including a bunch of licensed titles, and like- 4 different fullmetal alchemist games?

tl;dr kind of fascinating how much stuff was on this thing.

i wanna play some ps2 games i've never played before, um?? does anyone have any recommendations for weird or obscure ps2 games. or like. recommended ps2 games for someone that's never had a playstation

[kuriquinn]

Bruh i re read an inch of Gold recently, because after a long break i got into Boruto and u actually predicted the time travel arc. Sarada is so well written has some really great character moments and is a leader now. Sasuke is such a good dad, teacher and he is back in Konoha. The Boruto/Naruto story is actually heartbreaking, the pacing is really great compared to Naruto. Boruto does the family themes really weIl. Anyways i used to read your fics all the time, i hope you find a way back into the fandom. Maybe the Sasuke Shinden Manga brings you back in.

I really miss your contributions to this Fandom.

I miss writing for it, anon. But sweet little notes like this from readers new and old keep me tethered to the fandom and at least keep my thinking of my stories and how they were supposed to end.

Sasuke Shinden was okay...but I'm not a huge fan of the novelisations, just because I know several fanfic writers who could have done a better job. I read them and I just kind of feel...unsatisfied? Like they could be so much better?

Anyhow.

Fingers crossed real life stops kicking my ass at some point (the past two years have been shit) and I can get back into it.

All my love!

Kuri