#Nearin

[brights-place]

Hello Lovelies, I have a announcement !! I am now apart of a project where I shall be apart of not only as one of the main artists but also as a VA for a character named Nerian. I will be seen in Episode 6 currently we are working hard and I would not be updating a lot currently but I will be sending updates every now and then. I'm happy to work on this project and I will be busy also due to school also starting back up again but soon I'm gonna be free anyways yes I am now a VA and a head artist for this project we are still working on all this stuff but when we upload it I hope you all can support us the best way you can ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ !! So Here is a sneak peak on what Nerian is design it might change later on but I'm very happy to work on this project <33

[essenceofarda]

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[first-ex-wife]

I love you aging and I love you little undereye lines and I love you wrinkles visible on a neutral face and I LOVE YOU wrinkles that come out when someone smiles. I love you laugh lines and I love your eye crinkles and I love you proof that someone has lived a lie full of joy. I love you little grey hairs and I love you receding hair and I love you grey that’s shifted to white and I LOVE YOU AGING!! I love you little signs of humanity and a life lived with love and glee and I love you progressions of life!!!

[virtual-hug]

yo if i were to make compilations of decharts resident evil streams, would at least one person like it .? i thrive off of validation ❤️

[ssvnriseya]

THE STRAWBERRY (D.D)

summary: you prepared the newly harvested strawberries for daryl to eat, but he has other plans.

warnings: MDNI 18+ fingering, making out, teasing, clit sucking, using reader's! cum as sauce, lowercase intended.

note: omg! this is my first ever fan-fiction! please support me! i know it's still not as good as others but it's a start, right?! love ya! (＾ｖ＾)

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you walked into the room where daryl was usually carving his arrows in.

"hi, maggie and the others should be arriving soon. are you done?"

you walked over to where he is and placed your hands on his shoulders.

"nearin' there." he grunted, as usual. you chuckled and massaged his shoulders.

"you can continue that later, let's greet them outside." you said and pulled away from him. you walked over to the door and held out your hand for him.

he didn't say anything and stood up, carefully placing his stuff away.

"yer' lucky i love ya'" he responded as he took your hand, intertwining it with his.

"i hate your hands, they're so big!" you complained and dragged him outside his basement room.

"ye'll love 'em after ye' see what they can do." he smirked at you.

"shut up, dixon." it was your turn to grunt at him. he continued smirking at you as you both stepped out of the house.

"turned out we were righ' in time." he said nudging you, he pulled you softly towards the car that just arrived.

"rosita! i'm glad you guys are safe!" you hugged rosita then maggie, moving to tara and abraham.

"you can't simply kill the rosita espinosa." she said in a serious face as she smiled at you then walked away with abraham.

"me and daryl will help you all get them to the inventory." you said and turned to daryl who had an unreadable face.

"i didn't say anything." he groaned but you looked at him with puppy eyes and he rolled his eyes at you.

"please?" you asked and gestured to the boxes and crates of supplies that you know maggie, tara and a man from alexandria couldn't carry all by themselves.

"fine."

you smiled and carried one of the boxes and walked to the inventory with daryl.

"you're such a show-off." you huffed at him as you shifted the weight off the box in your arms.

"'m just strong. so is my stamina." he wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively through the three boxes he carry.

"keep on dreaming, dixon." you smirked at him and walked faster.

you placed the box of supplies on the floor of the inventory as olivia told you that she'll take care of them.

"are you sure you can arrange them yourself, olivia?" you asked, unsure.

she nodded as she opened a box just as daryl placed his boxes on the floor.

"is that strawberries?!" you asked and walked closer to where she is.

she held up a piece and inspected it, "yes, and i'm guessing it's fresh. the group must have harvested them by themselves."

"can i take home a few?" you asked her with a smile, she smiled sweetly at you and nodded.

she gave you plastic and you placed a few inside. "you know i can't reject those smiles and eyes." she teased.

you giggled and hugged her, "thank you."

you walked over to where daryl impatiently stood. he grunted in relief when he saw you walking over him.

"took ya' long enough."

you showed him the strawberries with a smile. "i'm preparing you strawberries tonight."

"great." he groaned, making you frown.

"if you don't want it, i'll just make spencer chocolate covered stra—" you spoke, upset at him but he cut you off.

"nah, you can prepare me those strawberries." he said, angry at what you said.

it was clear as day for you that daryl hated spencer, as the said man would always find a way to get near you.

you both arrived at the house. he quickly went down his basement room after giving you a kiss.

you went to the kitchen to prepare daryl's strawberries, you put it in a bowl and washed it, draining the water.

you cut off the leaves and went to a cabinet, opening it to get the chocolate syrup.

you carried the bowl of strawberries and syrup on your way down his room.

"your strawberries... and here's chocolate if you want to put them there." you placed the bowl and syrup on his bed.

he quickly stopped what he was doing and sat on the bed, with you sitting beside him.

"i want another sauce." he spoke and stared at your eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"i don't know if there's any other sauce that goes with strawberries... and it'll be really weird if you dip it in mustard or ketchup." you said in disgust.

"nah, not that." daryl said, shaking his head.

you stared at him in confusion, he leaned in quickly. daryl pulled you in a kiss.

he started gentle and soft but it turned passionate. he placed his hands on your cheeks as you kissed him back.

he pushes your body to lay you on the bed, slowly and softly.

he pulled away as you both caught your breaths, he went on top of you leaning all his weight on his elbows that were on either side of your head, careful not to crush you.

daryl pulled in again to kiss you, his kisses were rough and passionate once again.

"d–daryl..." you moaned when he bit your lip, quickly slipping his tongue inside you when you moaned.

he sipped on your tongue and straddled you, careful not to sit on you.

he roamed his hands on your sides, your waist, hips and legs. he squeezed your waist making you moan once again.

you pulled away and tried to catch your breath as his hands found your shorts button.

once he unbuttoned it he tugged on it, putting the denim shorts out of you. he tossed it somewhere.

he looked up at you and kissed your mid-thigh, going up to the strap of your panties, and to you lower stomach.

"p-please." you moaned as he sucked on your lower stomach.

"please, what?" he asked.

"y-you know what..." you moaned in pleasure as he continued teasing you.

"yer' gettin' wet already, huh?" he pointed out the soaked part in your cotton panty. you nodded desperately.

he placed a kiss on the wet part making you shiver, "oh... god!"

daryl continued kissing there and getting the fabric more wet.

he pulled down your underwear and placed a kiss on your bare pussy.

"f–fuck..." you can't help but cuss out. he looked at you in the eyes with something like disappointment.

"what a dirty mouth ya' got there, huh?" he shook his head and went to your pussy again.

he sucked your clit as you moaned, shouting his name. he didn't stop even if you were a moaning mess.

"i–i think i'm going to... i–i feel fluttery." you moaned and tried to hold it in as his mouth worked on your pussy.

"let it out, come on. let me taste ya'." he went faster than his pace making you arch your back and leaned your hips onto him.

you took the pillow and squeezed it as you moaned again after another.

you let it out as you came down from your high, you whimpered when he quickly drank in all your juices, making contact with your sensitive clit every now and then.

"fuck, yer' so sweet. yer' pussy is amazing." he whispered in your ears.

he entered two of his fingers in your cunt without much say, making you arch your back again.

"daryl!" you grunted in pain as you adjusted to the length and size of his fingers.

"you can take it, baby." he whispered in your ears and slowly started moving his fingers.

it made your breath hitched as you moaned in pain and pleasure.

"daryl... faster!" you moaned and can't seem to know where to lean your head, to the right or left.

he started pumping his fingers in and out as you moaned loudly than you had ever.

"please... please, l–let me release again..." you moaned and moved your hips to meet his fingers.

"'m adding another, sweetheart." he said and you nod in desperation to feel more pleasure.

he slowly added another finger and you hissed in pain, you've felt more stretched than ever and after a few thrust of his fingers it quickly was replaced by pleasure.

you moaned and clenched your walls around his fingers. "i–i'm nearing again..." you said between breaths and moans.

he smirked and sped up his fingers as you came once again, he lifted your hips and placed the bowl of strawberries beneath you.

your cum dripped down to the ball, you closed your eyes in exhaustion as daryl removed the bowl beneath you.

he placed it on the corner of the bed again and went around the room, opening a drawer and pulling out a towel.

he went near you and kneeled in front of you, he gently cleaned your cunt making you whimper as the towel made contact with your sensitive cunt.

"i've got ma' sauce, sweetheart." he smiled and wiped your sweat with the other side of the towel.

"h–huh?" you asked confused. he shook his head and slipped your underwear on you, and went to where your shorts were.

he slipped it on you after walking back to you. you sat up as he sat beside you.

he pulled the bowl to his lap and showed it to you. "here."

"i–is that my?" you asked and looked at him with flustered cheeks.

he nodded and you turned redder. "told ya' i want this sauce. went for it."

he bit into it like it's nothing, and possibly acted like it was much more delicious that way.

you looked away from him in embarrassment. you watched as he grabbed a strawberry and dipped it onto the creamy white sauce you created.

you blushed and watched him eat the strawberries with your cum.

[rorywritesjunk]

I'm aiming for full control of this love

Buggy has a fantasy that you decide to try involving Mihawk and Sir Crocodile.

Rating: 18+, MDNI. It's porn, y'all. P0RN. Warnings: Sex. Buggy has to wait his turn. Everyone is consenting adults in this. There's aftercare from Buggy. I just love that guy, okay. A/N: Fell down a rabbit hole of fics of the three guys. I've yet to see Sir Crocodile so like, what I'm writing from is what I've seen in the fics. I'm slow at catching up to the anime. Also, first time writing and sharing porn and it's sort of a quick one. Sort of at 2k words. Enjoy the Sunday Smut. Title comes from "G.U.Y." by Lady Gaga.

It really didn't take much to convince Mihawk and Sir Crocodile to accept your request. You just had to mention "torturing Buggy" and they were onboard before you could even continue with what you actually meant, and when you finished telling them they were still onboard. 

You knew how the three of them worked, and that Buggy was more of the face of their little operation and not the brains. They barely tolerated the clown, and he did try to assert himself  as someone in charge, but they never took him seriously. He hated that and you felt for him. There were definitely some control issues happening there.

The idea came to you after Buggy caught you talking to Crocodile. The large man had said something that made you laugh and you touched his shoulder affectionately. Buggy had seen the way he looked at you, how his hook caressed your lower back gently. Buggy saw the flirting and wasn't pleased. He showed you that night and you could barely walk the next day.

Your boyfriend definitely had some issues around the other men and you. He admitted it wasn't so much of a possessive thing as… he was turned on by the thought of Crocodile touching you. And after some prodding you got more out of him.

It was a little hard to admit but he told you he had fantasies of you being with the other two and him watching. It… wasn't a bad idea to you, it was just a little surprising. It was the last thing you expected to hear from Buggy, especially when it came to Mihawk and Crocodile, but you loved the clown and well, you kind of wanted it yourself as well.

So that’s how you ended up in your bed naked with Crocodile and Mihawk while Buggy was told to sit in a chair and keep his hands to himself. He wasn’t allowed to touch you, or even himself, and he had to remain clothed while his girlfriend was touched by his two comrades. 

You were sitting on Crocodile’s lap, his cock slowly splitting you apart while his finger rubbed slow, lazy circles against your clit while his hook pressed against your throat, keeping your head up while Mihawk’s cock was choking you. Spit and cum spilled out of the corners of your mouth while tears rolled down your cheeks. You were making the most pitiful noises as the two men filled your holes while Buggy watched.

“It’s not fair!” He whined from his seat as Crocodile pulled another orgasm from you. Your screams were muffled by Mihawk’s cock, the swordsman gripping your hair as he forced himself further down your throat until your nose was buried in the curls at the base of the hilt.  

Crocodile smirked, letting you to fuck yourself on his cock while he continued rubbing your clit. “She asked, clown. Maybe you need to up your game at fucking your girl.”

Buggy glared at him and Crocodile chuckled as he let his hips jerk up suddenly, hitting that sweet spot inside you. Your eyes widened and you tried to pull back from Mihawk, the overstimulation becoming almost too much for you, but he held your head in place. 

“C’mon, get outta her already!” Buggy complained as Mihawk finally pitied you, pulling his cock out just enough to allow you to catch your breath. Crocodile moved his hips again, his cock bumping against that spot again. You couldn’t keep quiet now that there was no cock in your mouth at that moment. Tears were spilling from your eyes as you rocked your hips against Crocodile’s, nearing another orgasm already.

“I’ve lost count how many times she’s cummed on my cock already.” He said as his hand moved from your clit and rested against your stomach; you let out a whine when he stopped touching you. He attacked your neck with his teeth, marking you up while Mihawk grabbed your hair and slid his cock back into your mouth.

“Mhm, at least five times since we started.” The swordsman grunted as you swallowed him, allowing him to use your mouth and throat as his fucktoy. “Doubt the clown can get that much out of her.”

“Oh, fuck you two.” Buggy grumbled. 

“Nah, too busy fuckin’ your girl.” Crocodile chuckled; Buggy glared at him, digging his nails into the seat of the chair. 

Seeing you like this was too much for him. He wanted to rescue you from those two and treat you right, but the sound of your moans, the way your pussy clenched Croc’s cock, and how your body trembled with each orgasm was such a beautiful sight to Buggy. He would only rescue if he felt it was becoming too much for you. He was choosing to ignore how Mihawk was fucking your throat and how Crocodile was leaving marks on your neck and shoulder. He kept his attention on watching your pussy fuck itself on Croc, and he wondered how much longer either of the other two men would last. He wanted to be the one choking you with his cock, not Mihawk, and he wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Croc may be bigger than him but Buggy knew how to make you scream for him. 

Your body shook with another orgasm. Your thighs were trembling and Buggy could see how your cum was coating Crocodile’s cock and dripping down his balls and to the bedsheets. Oh, he wanted this to be over so he could sink his cock into you, but he wasn’t sure how much longer this was going to take. 

“When are you going to be done?” He whined pitifully. The two men shared a look; Mihawk tightened his hold on your hair as his hips suddenly stilled. You tried to swallow what you could, but when he pulled back you had to spit some out, your throat spent. He cupped your chin, thumb wiping away some of the drool and cum around your lips before he leaned down and kissed you. Buggy’s jaw dropped as you closed your eyes and sighed against his lips. 

“Jealous, clown?” He smirked as his hand returned between your legs, pinching your clit and catching your attention. “I’m passin’ her over to Mihawk once I’m done.”

“You’re taking too long!” Buggy complained. "I want my turn!"

"Keep carryin' on like this and we'll never stop." Croc threatened as he thrust his hips slowly into you. Mihawk pulled back for a moment and knelt beside you. His hands went for your breasts, long fingers pinching and twisting your nipples. He didn't hesitate in kissing you, silencing your noises as Croc increased the speed of his thrusts. He rubbed your clit harder, quiet grunts leaving him as he bounced you on his cock. 

Your whimpers were the sweetest sounds. Buggy scraped his nails over the seat of his chair, nearly splitting them as he watched you clench around Croc, another orgasm hitting you, just as Crocodile came inside you with a low groan. He didn’t pull out, instead his hips slowly rocking against yours as a mixture of both of your cum leaked out of you. Mihawk pulled back from you as you slumped against Crocodile, trying to catch your breath as your eyes closed. 

“She’s not a bad fuck.” He chuckled as he pulled her off his cock, settling her in his lap. He kept her legs open for Buggy to have the perfect view of her abused hole, cum still dripping from her and onto the sheets. “I wouldn’t say no to her if she asked again.”

“You ass-” Buggy started, but was stopped when you let out a content sigh. He pouted, he was growing impatient.

Mihawk wasted no time in removing you from Crocodile’s arms and laying you on your back with your head at the end of the bed, allowing Buggy a better view of your face. The swordsman pushed your legs apart and slid into you, eliciting a whimper from your spent body. You stretched your arms out towards Buggy, reaching for him, and he looked at the other two men for permission.

“She’s the one in charge.” Crocodile said as he sat back on the bed and lit up a cigar. Buggy swallowed and looked back at you, still reaching for him with pleading eyes. He wasted no time in trying to his feet and hurrying over to you, taking your hand in his while his other hand touched your face gently.

"Need you, please." You whimpered as your hand moved to his bulge. He nearly passed out at the request and immediately pushed his pants down to his hips, freeing his cock. He took it in his hands before guiding it to your open mouth, nearly cumming at the sight before him: Mihawk fucking you while you swallowed Buggy’s cock, eyes blissed out from the pleasure you were receiving. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, how well you had taken the first two men and yet still wanting more. 

You had reached back to put your hands on Buggy’s hips, needing to hold onto something while Mihawk fucked you. Buggy had a difficult time focusing on his own pleasure, instead wanting to watch the swordsman’s cock fuck into you, coated in your juices. Every other thrust seemed to hit your sweet spot because your hips would arch and you’d moan around Buggy’s cock. It was almost too much for him. 

He put his hands on your cheeks, thumbs rubbing over the drying cum and spit that was all around your face. You hummed around his cock, trying to focus on him while Mihawk slammed his hips into yours, his nails digging into your hips and leaving marks. Your squeal was muffled from Buggy’s cock fucking your throat. The swordsman was ignoring your clit, instead focused on his own release, so Buggy’s hand popped off, moving between your legs and rubbing your clit in time with Mihawk’s thrusts. You let out a cry around Buggy’s cock, digging your own nails into his hips as you came, pussy clenching around Mihawk. 

Buggy couldn’t wait any longer and held your head in place as he came after you, cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed what you could, whimpering loudly as he pulled out of you, wiping away the cum and spit that dribbled from your mouth. He immediately knelt down, kissing your face, whispering words of thanks to you, as Mihawk chased his own orgasm, spilling into you. The swordsman gave himself a minute, breathing heavily as he pumped his cock into you a few more times before finally pulling out. 

Crocodile climbed out of your bed, Mihawk following him. The two of them pulled their pants back on and collected the rest of their clothes. A servant had brought them a pitcher of water, cups, and some fruit, leaving it on a platter near the door. There were also some warm towels. Mihawk grabbed the towels and held them out to Buggy.

“Let us know if you need anything.” He said as Croc set the platter down on the chair. The two of them left after that. 

Buggy helped you sit up, immediately wrapping one of the warm towels around you before grabbing another one and pouring some water onto it to clean you up. He started on your face, wiping away the tears, cum, and spit, pressing kisses on your cheeks and forehead once he finished. You leaned into him, giggling softly when he moved down to your neck.

“Ya up for more, Buggy?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled yourself into his lap. He shook his head as he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close as he moved the wet towel to the rest of your body, making sure to get you cleaned up. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. “You good?”

He nodded, tightening his hold on you as he looked up at you shyly. “Thank you.”

“Mm, anytime, Buggy.” You murmured as you curled up against him. He picked you up and moved you to the head of the bed, arranging the pillows around you before tucking you in. His hands popped off to pour you a cup of water while the other grabbed the plate of fruit. He was going to make sure you were taken care of after all that. Admittedly, he loved every moment of it, and if you suggested doing it again he’d be all over the idea, but right now he was going to take care of you. 

He stripped off what remained of his clothes before climbing into bed next to you, pulling you against his chest while one hand fed you apple slices and the other played with your hair. He kissed the top of your head and sighed happily. “Love you, babe.”

“Love you too, Buggy.” You giggled as you snuggled up against him, basking in his touch. “When do you think they’d wanna do that again?”

[pumpkinsy0]

tim and darry nearin that age where in the 1800s they woulda considered to have lived a long enough life after getting their asses whooped by a cold or a fever i think they should follow history and die rn im srry to say

[unch4rtedwxters]

a/n: not much chartteo in this one unfortunately :( divider credit to @cafekitsune.

warnings: dagger/sword mentions, cussing, a little bitch who i despise

word count: 861

prompt: “Isn’t it strange how people can change?” - strange (song) 

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✦ 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 ✦

“Charlotte?” 

I look up to see Matteo riding his sleek black horse beside me, his gold-flecked hazel eyes filled with something I can’t quite place... concern? 

That’s the logical option. I’ve spent every second of our twenty-minute horse ride clutching the reins as if they’re the only thing keeping me from plummeting into a haze of panic – and they are. Today is the first time I go back to the royal palace since I was abducted. 

“Charlotte, are you okay?” The boy adjusts his black bandanna to keep it from falling into his eyes. 

“Yeah,” I manage. “I’m fine.” 

Matteo raises an eyebrow. “I figured that, after spending this much time with pirates, you’d be able to lie better.” 

I sigh exasperatedly. “Of course I’m not okay. I haven’t been back to the palace in ages. I can’t help but feel that I’m going to want to go back.” 

Matteo opens his mouth to say something, but the first mate, James, interrupts him before he can say anything. 

“Cap'n, we've got to 'ead off-road now. We’re nearin' the palace.” 

The three of us steer our horses onto a muddy path that leads to a door behind the palace. My ride neighs, obviously uncomfortable with the mud coating her hooves. I stroke her silver mane and she calms down. 

A few minutes later, we slow our horses to a stop, hiding them in the bushes around a hundred feet from the palace. 

My heart races, panic flooding my mind. 

This is only supposed to be a scouting mission; I have no reason to be this afraid. 

But the fear persists, shattering my mental shield. 

Someone slips their hand into mine, and I look up to see Matteo, a reassuring smile crossing his face. 

My face burns and I pull my hand away from him, resting it on my hip holster for my dagger. His face reddens slightly as well and we begin to walk silently and carefully towards the castle. 

James pulls ahead, checking for guards. He suddenly stops at a corner and waves us closer. I pick up my pace to a jog, Matteo following suit. 

“What is it?” I whisper. 

“Guards. We’re gonna need a distraction if we want to finish that map,” James replies. 

My heart leaps to my throat. 

“I’ll distract them,” Matteo says. “I’m one of the most wanted people in the kingdom, after all.” 

“And that,” I retort, “is precisely why you won’t be going. I know every single guard here far too well. I can get myself out of a tough spot if I need to.” 

Matteo raises his hands in surrender and James pushes me forward. I take a deep breath and run forward, towards the guards. 

I recognize one of them almost immediately. I’ve only met one person with hair so blond it looks silver, eyes so green they look black, skin so pale it looks white. Deep blue glasses frame his eyes, and a haughty look is on his face. 

Eren. 

I wrinkle my nose. I’ve always hated him and his arrogance. 

I’m about to see the other guard’s face, but Eren sends them away, probably to switch out with another guard. 

“Eren!” I call. 

His head whips up as he makes eye contact with me. 

I keep my face straight, but a sneer crosses his face.  

“The traitor princess,” he says. “Fancy seeing you here.”  

“Oh, I don’t fancy seeing you here. Not at all.” 

“You still think your silver tongue can defeat me?” He laughs sharply. “Your Highness, with all due respect–” 

“Uh-uh,” I say, wagging my finger at him. “No ‘Your Highness.’ I’m no princess.” 

“Oh, yes, of course. What shall I call you, then? ‘Traitor?’ ‘Deserter?’” 

“Traitor?” Now it’s my turn to laugh. “I didn’t betray many people. You haven’t heard the rumors? No one likes the royal family or their comrades, so I turned to people who actually appreciate my existence. I guess you’ve never had anyone feel that way for you?” 

I can practically see the fury emanating from Eren, but he regains control far too quickly. 

“Isn’t it strange?” 

I don’t say or do anything, but the sentence piques my curiosity. 

“Isn’t it strange,” he repeats, “how people can change? I used to be kind to you, you know. But then someone hurt me, and I turned myself around. I made it right. And you...” A look I can’t describe crosses his face. “You used to be the most loyal princess I’ve ever met. Alas, when I look at you now...” He waves his hands towards me. 

“When I look at you now, I see an obnoxious, oblivious little bitch who’s filled to the brim with pride – and not the good kind, either. Would you like to finish your sentence or would you rather keep your snobby head on your shoulders?” 

A feeling of satisfaction blooms in my heart when I see Eren’s bewildered look. I unsheathe my dagger and hold it in my hand lightly. 

“Nothing you can say will hurt me,” I tell him, even though I know it’s not true. “But I know plenty of things I can say that’ll hurt you.” 

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[unsaintlike]

Y'know, despite havin' been lookin' forward to the Double or Nothing show, simply 'cause I love headin' to Vegas, I had to do a double-take earlier when I realized the show was this weekend. Don't know where my head's been, but it was news to me that we're already nearin' the end of the month. Not that I'm complainin', though; I can't wait to hit up my old stompin' grounds. Plus it means headin' back to Japan again soon too, and that's always a good time.

[brights-place]

THE COUNCIL UPDATES

Hello! If you just know me yes I’m brights.place also known as sickkysirexn! I am a writer and artist but also a Voice Actor for a Character known as Nerian that I have announced a while back about voice acting them!

So officially the show will be uploaded onto Spotify but I will also be animating and sending out short clips onto my YouTube tumblr and also TikTok every now and then so you all get little bits and pieces. I create the character sheets. I draw the front cover covers all that just for the show as well as a voice act for not only nearian but some background characters. I can’t wait for the show to go up for the very first episode so I hope you all will enjoy it even though it’s just a small project that my friends and I are doing and find it fun.

The Art for the front cover is close to finished but for now its a stupid little wip! So I hope if your interested to the very bad chaos please come by and listen to the mess that I’ll animate short snippets from eheheh!

The Plot: The Council is a Story-Telling Voice Drama revolving around 6 students, each with their own abilities. They are tasked with your average School Council tasks.. some with a supernatural twist.

As everything is running as usual, they make an encounter with a strange ghost with a dangerous warning of the future…

[angie-long-legs-moved]

what would you do if husk was trying to win your soul back from val

"I'd talk some fuckin' sense into the guy. I've been with Val nearin' half a century, he ain't puttin' my contract up for grabs. Not fu' an ex-Overlord who don't even own his own soul."

*looks at @top-shelf-tender * "No offence, babe."

"Besides, I can handle the bastard. Ain't nothin' new."

[numba-1-scout-blog]

Scout! How long can you run without stopping?

I think I’m nearin like 4 hours?? Sometimes I run with music for hours and I get real into it that I forget to stop and where I was even goin. Which is usually nowhere. I just run around the base a lot

All I know is that I can go on for forever probably!

Hey is that Kermit?

[smokeys-house]

Puukko's Travel Log 10

A passage from Puukko's Travel Log

It's nigh on summer now. Had the same thought this morning I've been having a lot lately, which is missin’ home. Decided I'd give my things a good once-over, reorganize. Been tryin’ anything not t’ feel sick n’more. Right about then is when I found a bit of serendipity! In the jar Moominmamma snuck into me bag, there were a spot o’ tea. Had a li'l label on it and an odd smell, but I'd forgotten what the label said. I can almost hear her say it when I read it; "should you feel ill, or for sour moods.” Looked a bit wild in the pot, but when ye pour it, it smells sweet as sugar.

I don't know what kind of woman her ma or grandma or whoever was, but what I do know is that little book o’ recipes Moominmamma’s got must be full of some kind of witchcraft! I heard tell of her solvin’ all sorts with it, but Booble's beard, I feel right as rain again!

Arturo – the smith I been stayin’ with – he's been real kind to me. I ain't asked him fer payment, just a place to stay, but he's been throwin’ in what he feels is right here an’ there. Nice to have some money that don't make me look crazy when I try t’ spend it. Thinkin’ when he opens his market stalls at the beginnin’ o’ summer, I'll sell some of these ol’ doubloons as a novelty alongside his ‘n my wares. Try t’ make some real money fer all his troubles afore I start pokin’ about Venice on my lonesome.

I know, I'm only just now gettin’ better an’ there I go makin’ plans again. I'm trying not t’ think on what brought me here in the first place. Ain't cleared me head yet, but I'm quite tired of bein’ alone with me thoughts fer the moment. I figure I'll just enjoy bein’ hale and hearty again fer a spell, get out of me own head an’ the like.

If it were that I knew how many days it's been, I'd put it here. Nearin’ summer or thereabouts.

Signed Puukko

[fuckjge]

It's a shit situation

All the morals and power you have

Just vanish when a certain energy is nearin'

And those feelings got so much gravity

And it's out of your control

It made me realize adults

Don't know what they doing either

We're all just children

-Tyler, The Creator

[alkasden]

“Alkas, no offense, but your style seems kinda… old fashioned? When exactly did you bite it?” @thickheadedram

"Ya just calls me old, boy?" Alkas huffs, clearly taking offense regardless though it turns into a little pout. "Thoughts I were hip 'n cool as the newer Sinners say," she continues which only makes her sound older. She would be in her eighties if she were still alive after all.

"My style is cool, pal," she continues to pout with a little lower of her ears, "Buts if ya must know tho' I ain't sure the exact year it happened since I weren't really 'round modern luxuries. Lived on the road 'fore it happened. -- Think it were 'round the seventies but I weren't all that young given my lifestyle, nearin' my big fortieth."

[marcignar]

Have you

Have you listened to Sign-Off Intrusion

im nearin sleep so might check it out tomorra