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honeytabbies · 4 months ago

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OKAY. HERE WE GO. my black bulls doggies!!!! :D

there's definitely a noticeable difference in style/quality of some of these just due to time between each design and/or how i was feeling at the time of drawing them (these hot and rainy summer months have been super rough on me)

ALSO they were all done symmetrically so that i wouldn't burn out and could actually finish them LOL . OK EVERYBODY BELOW

starting off with asta, a husky/coyote mutt!! :D in my au, devil users end up becoming hybrids of whatever their devil is. so since liebe is a coyote, that's what asta is too!! (also, i haven't drawn him yet, but yuno is a malamute :D similar looking breeds but different since they're not actually related!)

(here's liebe too hehe, scrappy lil coyote!!)

then of course, noelle, who's a saluki!! a very regal breed for a very royal gal!! i thought making her pigtails into her ears was a fun idea HEHEHE

(+ an alternate design version!)

here's finral, he's a shetland sheepdog!! gentle and sweet and always trying to herd his people together :) you might notice that with some of my designs, i end up doing extra scarring; that's usually just personal headcanons, as i think some injuries would be too grievous to fully heal. though some (for instance, gauche) don't have a canon story behind them, i just think they're fitting

vanessa, who's a cavalier king charles spaniel!! her ears sorta blend into her hair lol, i had an alternate version where they were the same darker brown as her fur but i decided that them blending in looked better and fit the breed standard as well.

gauche, the ever wary american akita!! being a fiercely loyal and protective breed, but aloof and suspicious of strangers.

then there's grey, who's a long-haired chihuahua!! sweet and skittish HEHE, also i haven't drawn it yet but i've always imagined her big transformation disguise that she's first introduced as to be a rottweiler LOL

next up is luck, a jack russell terrier!! i've always thought this was a very fitting breed pick, intelligent but highly energetic and a little mischievous !!!

and of course, magna is never far behind luck; he's a dobermann pinscher!! similar to luck in energy and intelligence, but even more fiercely protective of his loved ones.

GORDON!!! actually one of my favourite black clover characters, he's a dalmatian not only because of the fitting aesthetic, but also because of his kind and sensitive personality!

the masked supermage zora, a german shepherd! watchful and sometimes stubborn but loyal nonetheless made this pick fairly easy to come to. though, before getting to see more of him, my initial pick was actually a kai ken!

charmy's design is one that i'm the most proud of for sure; i mentioned in an earlier post that the different peoples are different species of animals. well charmy is a half toy poodle, half american badger!! i thought a badger was a VERY fitting pick, as they are generally unbothered by much unless their food is threatened LOL

and finally, lastly (for now) is nero!! she's a bull terrier, but i really wanted to keep her twin tails from her anti-bird form! her outfit is definitely the one i edited the most, i just wanted to give her something more practical out of personal preference.

additionally, henry is an old english sheepdog, nacht is a black norwegian elkhound/fox, and yami is a wolfdog!

I HAVE SOME OTHER CHARACTERS DOODLED HERE AND THERE but nothing else really finished yet. if there's a specific character anyone would like to see i would be SO happy to draw/doodle them to show off!! i honestly have a huge list of dog/cat breeds picked out for every character i could think of; i just am hellishly indecisive and can never pick who to start on next AHDSJAGDJSDK

THE POSITIVE RECEPTION TO MY ART SO FAR HAS MADE ME SO HAPPY BTW AUAGGHHH i have no idea how/if im able to reply to people directly but just know that i keep reading over everyone's reblog tags and stimming like crazy IM SO HAPPY THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH AUHGHFEHGGRH

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drapopia · 3 months ago

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he ain't heavy (he's my brother)

primo + copia standalone

pairing: none

warnings: themes of anxiety, parental abandonment, nihil being a terrible parent

summary: And why should Copia have a spot in this church? Left at birth, he had watched on from the shadows. Why does it bother him so when he makes a single mistake if nobody is even watching?

word count: 2.5k

authors note: yet another fic of me babbling on about my thoughts about copia. while I do some have more spicy stuff on my back burner, i've been scared since starting a new semester and desperately needed to write out primo being sweet towards copia. (maybe i'm projecting shhhh)

also try to catch the subtle star trek reference i made hehe. enjoy!

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A blight, a piece of rot that floats through the dust mote filled air of these unhallowed halls. He burrows his way into the small nooks and crannies, cloisters that let him finish his thoughts. When hasn’t he found his way here? He’s existed here for years, far longer than he had been introduced into this world. Proverbially speaking of course, his entrance into the world had been shrouded in indecision and shame. Copia often wonders if anybody had held him tightly to their chest when he was born, softly crooning to him, settling him to sleep before leaving him in the sterile newborns bassinet. Alone, no longer in the perfumed scent of his mother’s skin.

Pushed into the harsh brick of the greenhouse to the side, he knows he should not be here. Class had gone as usual, his brain teeming with ideas as opposed to the other future Siblings of Sin clustered at his side. A bored yawn, a quashed snarl of bitterness at being stuck inside on such a gorgeous day. (It was not a gorgeous day, Copia had concluded, the sun would burn the freckles that adorned his cheeks. He loathed the aloe he had to smear on whenever he stepped outside for too long).

Breathing, quashing the swell of anxiety that had burrowed its way into the soft meat of his stomach during the lesson. It had been nothing, truly not a thing to quarrel with his instincts over. But here he was, and the quickening of the air in his brain made him stop in this familiar corner.

Matron had told him several times that he needed to calm down, and had reminded him in a biting tone. A woman of no nonsense, and this surely seemed like nonsense coming from his mouth. How could he explain it? The burst of emotion from his brain that made him shake at the knees, actual vomit was preferable to the way he stammered and stuttered when approached by someone.

At this point Copia was certain he would never become a Sibling of Sin. Certainly a smart boy, Bishop Turner had commended him on his last paper he had turned in for History of Satanic Figures. There were no doubts he was capable of learning, yet commanding an audience? A foolish pipe dream in everyone’s eyes that was the most laughable inside joke for the Clergy. Sniggering to themselves, but rage had never bubbled up as he imagined. No, only shame. Blessed with a gift from the Olde One, and a disappointment through and through.

Copia held his hand to his chest, his fingers bitten through with blood and hangnails he would surely be doctoring himself later in the blessed quiet of his room. The pulse underneath his palm shook, an unsettling cacophony of distress. He had only spoken up in class, given a surprising wrong answer to the question. Who the hell cared about Chaucer anyways? Apparently he did, and the reminder of the way the girl in front of him had sniggered, his face falling and his cheeks reddening in the chill of the lecture hall.

(Deep down Copia did care about Chaucer, but he was certainly not going to like him anymore after his embarrassment. Nope, never again. Definitely not. Nuh uh).

The sun’s warmth had soaked into the brick corners of the greenhouse, the plastic tops surely catching the most heat and warming the plants inside. Sweaty, humid. All things Copia detested, now even more with the amount he had started to sweat in the last year. Unfair, Copia thought, why do I get to sweat all the time and I still cannot grow a mustache? The sparse hairs on his lip were laughable, and he had finally taken the step and purchased a razer. Nobody certainly needed to be told, they could tell from the small cuts littering Copia’s cheeks.

His heart rate still high, he turned to the door on his left. Stained with fertilizer, acrid and dark, dark smears of green against the inside from where moss had grown in the humid room. Primo never got rid of the moss, insisting that everything had a place in his greenhouse. In that same instance he had reassured Copia that just like the moss, everyone had a place in the Ministry. Copia was loath to agree, but he reluctantly accepted it. Verbally, not internally. How could such an odd boy have a space in this church? Odd, loathsome, awkward and vermin to everyone here-

The door handle turned, Copia shuffling back and staring wide eyed at the door. He was reminded of his appearance, his black vestments no doubt skewed, his laps chapped and his chest sticky with sweat. (Seriously, he had never sweat this much in his life. Can you put a price on getting older? Because if so, Copia would stick himself on a slab as soon as pierce his ear with a price tag).

The familiar haggard face of Primo peered around the door, his height towering over Copia as usual. The man in front of him was young, but the church weighed heavily on him. You pray so hard on bloody knees, Copia thought. Not from lack of belief, there were no doubts that this was the right path for Primo. But a man can only solve so many problems, attend confessionals every night, herd his flock with a kind hand. His face had begun to reflect the stress, the smile lines on either side growing deep. Ravines, rushing quickly by with tears and sweat to pray at the altar.

“Copia?” Primo’s voice, etched with wear and tear that stretched into a wretched rasp, reached him through his reverie. “Are you out of class?” The door creaks, a thin hand reaching out to gently clasp his shoulder. Bony fingers, filed nails that bit into fabric, and into the pulpit during every sermon. They were gentle and comfortingly cold through Copia’s robes.

“Si, I just finished.” Copia’s voice cracked in the jelly-like heat of the midday sun, a quick clear of his throat breaking through the thick air.

“Ah, this is why you darken my doorstep?” The ravine widens, and Primo- no. He needed to call him Papa now, it had been this way for a few months now, and it still rang new on his tongue. But he would always be Primo to him, fratello. But he was brother, not mother, and not father. Copia preferred not to think about the foreign concept of a father. Papa, he could respect. A father wouldn’t whore himself out.

Copia nods, the lump in his throat returning with a vengeance. A honeyed hum, the hand gently squeezing the defined muscle collecting on his neck. Feet moving forward with no thought, he followed Primo into the crowded building. Red, forays into green, purple, splashes of blue that rounded out the corners of his blurred vision, colors changing hues. He tries not to think too intensely on the ugly rot still building in the cavern of his stomach, his brain pulsing and firing off where he felt he no longer had the right to. His feet blindly falling step by step in front of him, he vaguely felt Primo’s hand drift away from Copia’s shoulder and fall to his hand. Copia recalled when Terzo was younger, around Copia’s own age now. His frequent fits of fear, curled into Primo’s side with tears streaked down his cheeks in red rivulets. While Copia never witnessed Secondo’s own fits firsthand, he had woken up several times to the sounds of breaking glass, slammed doors, quick and sure footsteps following the clunks of the thick soled rubber boots Secondo had begged for. While he was just a child, he knew that it was better to drift off to sleep. How pitiful that he be so reclusive, so unobtrusive in his rage and fear?

The room opened up as the two of them moved forward, a leering creature of woe and fear above a smaller rodent, perhaps of a similar design deep at heart. They settled at the worn table, strewn with trowels and rough hewn leather gloves. Primo sighed, reaching out to grab the faded blush pink pair that slipped on with familiar ease. Primo turned his gaze, his mismatched eyes latching onto Copia’s own with a feeling that made Copia’s stomach roil with guilt. “Grab a pair, piccolo topo.” Copia let his lips lift at the nickname, although only momentarily. His hands reached out, the freckles dotting his hands disappearing into the thick gloves. He let his hands fall limply to his side, a dramatic gesture that was not lost on Primo with a tiredly fond roll of his eyes. His hand reached out to grab Copia’s hand once again, directing him to the small array of pots on the table to their left. Primo’s hands pulled away, darting out to gingerly grab the pot.

“Do you know what we are going to be planting?” He asked softly, eyes not meeting Copia’s. Copia’s gaze rose to look at the older man’s face. His papal paint had not yet smeared in the humid air, only dots of sweat along the ridge of his brow. His locks were tied in a hapless bun, small listless strands collecting along the line of his neck. He jumped, meeting Primo’s that had turned to look at him. He had not responded, Copia realized.

“I’m not sure, Papa.” Copia responded softly.

“Primo.” The older man corrected, his lips curling in affection and… something Copia could not quite place. He wouldn’t think too intensely, the stirring in his guts already a force to be reckoned with. Uncomfortable, wretched, foul and without any dignity-

“Eh, I don’t know what we are doing now.” He spat the sentence out, the words a bumbling rush of stuttering that was not lost on him.

“We are re-potting this coriander..” A gesture to their left, and Copia spotted the small flowering plant to his left.

“I thought coriander was a seasoning?” Copia asked a bit louder, looking with a small sort of curiosity at the small flowering plant in front of them.

“Quite right. But, they flower in the heat.” The green stalks were long and spindly, though the thin white petals were sprouting proudly outwards. It makes sense that there are flowers then, Copia thought to himself, it was fucking sweltering in here. He decided to keep this crude thought to himself.

“So why are we putting it into a new pot?” Copia questioned, his head craning upwards to look at Primo. The older man’s head turned, smiling down at him in a way that made Copia’s heart clench uncomfortably tight, the same way he felt when Primo would read him Frankenstein as a young boy. Usually a comfort, but all Copia could think of was shame. Shame at being stupid, never worthy of being the one in the right.

Primo’s voice cut through the din. “Oh, this little one just needs room to grow. Just as we all do. We can never be too comfortable, or else we will never learn.” His hands reached for the bigger pot, scooting it closer and reaching his hand into the large bag of potting soil to his left. As he spoons in the potting soil, he gestures towards the coriander. “Could you grab our plant, per favore?” He speaks softly, gently.

The pot is brought closer, Copia taking great care not to injure the small ivory blooms that seem intensely close to drifting off of the stalk. Primo’s hand falls on his own, a pointed squeeze on his freckled hand. “Gently, gently. We must be careful with this one. It has purposes beyond our sight.” A nod, and Primo leaned over him. His hands gently led Copias’ own, their gloved hands reaching into the dirt with precision (Perhaps Primo had precision, but Copia knew he would never have a green thumb, no matter how hard he tried).

Their hands moved together, the soil falling away from the roots as the plant rose from the pot. “Be careful, Copia.” Primo chided, though there was no bite. There never was. Copia lessened his grip, his hands still cupping the plant with care. They moved as one, the plant gently nestled in the bigger pot. It looked almost pitiful, petite compared to the black paint on the outside of the planter.

“Copia.” The voice above him said softly, and his gaze shot towards his brothers. Matching, green and white. A painted smile brightening, the younger smile lifting noticeably. “We must give ourselves room to grow, piccolino. If we are always right, how will we learn? Do you think I have always been right? That I have never made mistakes?” Yes, Copia thinks to himself. He knows this is wrong, but Primo is strong. He always knows what to do, what to say, how to dampen the heat that swells inside Copia when he thinks about his life for too long.

“Copia.” The voice is commanding, kind. His gaze meets the others once more from where it had drifted away.

“We all mess up. You are intelligent, and a handsome young man to boot. These are hard times, I realize this. And I know that you will grow quicker than you will know how to deal with. Do not doubt yourself.” The words are soft, and Copia tries to force away the stinging in his eyes as he feels tears hit the hot air of the greenhouse. Could Primo read him so easily? Of course he could. He sniffles, his head ducking downwards. Primo’s arms wrap around him, strong hands holding him close. Copia can smell incense, even though Primo was not wearing his papal robes. His cheek rests against the thin linen button down, soft with the passing of time.

“Shush.” he registers Primo saying softly. A hand is close to Copia’s shoulder, a weight on him that makes him want to slink back to his bed. Back to a time when all he had to worry about was when Star Trek would come on, what he and Terzo would draw before their lessons, would his sandwiches have the crusts cut off again today? And by Satan, he knew his life would only get harder (It already had been).

A sniffle, and a cut off sob echoes through the room. He pulls away, and Primo’s slightly calloused fingers delicately wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Do not worry.” He coos, and Copia feels the knot in his tummy begin to loosen. His eyes burn in the hazy light, and he blinks furiously.

“Now, we have our plant in his home. What would you like to do?” Primo asks quietly, and Copia looks at him with sheepishness plainly written on his face.

“Can we go to the cafeteria and get some treats? I am thinking that Christine wants something to snack on.” Primo laughs at that, drawing back and letting his arm rest over Copia’s shoulders in a subtle embrace.

“We do not have to go all the way across the Abbey, would she like some raspberries? They are in season.” Copia nods, his heart quickening at the thought of teaching Christine more of her tricks. She had so far learned to go in a circle, her little whiskers twitching in excitement.

And as they walked down the worn pathway through the foliage, Copia knew he couldn’t have cared less if he had known where Chaucer had written his poems.

#the band ghost #my writing #ghost the band #the band ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus i fanfiction #primo emeritus #copia #the band ghost fanfic #mdni #frater imperator

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emiefluff · 3 months ago

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﴾ Birthday Wishes of Wonderhoy! ﴿

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Today is Emu's birthday, a day very well dedicated to the happiest girl of Wonderlands×Showtime. To celebrate such a wonderhoy-induced day, Nene has an idea in mind to make it all worthwhile.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥Project SEKAI/HATSUNE MIKU: COLORFUL STAGE!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Ler!Nene Kusanagi

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥Lee!Emu Otori

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥The fic contains implied EmuNene, but can be interpreted as platonic!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥The fic contains brief mentions/appearances from Wonderland SEKAI Miku!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥Wasn't planning to return from hiatus until like next week at the latest but it's still Emu's birthday for me, so I kinda decided to go off hiatus entirely. It's 11:58pm as I'm currently posting this fic, so I kinda rushed this within a whole fucking hour LMFAOOOO

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥This is a concept I came up with last minute, so bear with me lol

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥This was originally a genshin lee!Furina fic that became a wuthering waves ler!yangyang, lee!female rover fic and is now a project sekai ler!nene, lee!emu fic LMFAOOOOO | Tagging @pink-tk-a-latte @cnidarianrui @nekoma-not-lee @kamishirokiss @jackytickles @mayatkls @practickles @lovelyrockstar (majority of u guys r from the tk server so!!!) also tagging @tea-twords if you would like to read!!!!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥Fic under the cut!

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September 9th

Emu's birthday, a special day and a very special day, at that. As the happiest girl in the troupe, Emu deserved only the best of birthday celebrations. Everyone had given Emu such lovely gifts. From the cookie Wonder Stage kit to the Wonder Stage transformation kit, Emu loved all of the presents her classmates had given her.

Rui and Tsukasa had both put on a mini performance for Emu, all of the Virtual Singers had done a fun play for her, and even Emu's own family had fun things in store. There was still one person left who hadn't given a gift to Emu though, one who still attempted to find a gift to give to Emu.

Nene struggled practically all day thinking of what to gift Emu for her birthday. The more she thought about it, the more she felt bad for being indecisive about her gift. She had done a lot of her original ideas with Emu already, and didn't want to see repetitive or unthoughtful.

Nene had almost lost hope at this point, feeling terrible for not having thought of anything. She was about to give up, but something had stopped her from doing so.

"Nene?"

Nene jumped slightly, immediately looking to her phone as she had noticed Miku's confused look. She'd recompose herself, taking a deep breath as she spoke up.

"Miku...-?! Is everything okay? That scared me quite a bit..!"

"Hehe, sorry, sorry! I just couldn't help but notice how stressed you look right now. Is something wrong, Nene?" Miku frowned a little as she listened intently to what Nene might say.

"Well,..." As Nene told her everything about how she had felt when struggling on a gift for Emu, Miku seemed to have an idea. She'd relay said idea to Nene, who thanked Miku for the help.

After Miku left, Nene would text Emu and ask her to come over. With Miku's idea in mind, Nene knew exactly how to make Emu's birthday a worthwhile experience for the two of them.

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"Wooaahh! Thanks for inviting me over, Nene! Your room is so cozy-wozy, hehe!" Emu exclaimed in unexplainable happiness as she looked around the songstress' bedroom.

"Of course," Nene spoke with a soft smile, setting herself down on the bed. She remembered what she had planned with the help of Miku, before speaking up.

"Aah, Emu? Could you come over here really quick? It's something reeeaaallly important!"

Emu perked up at the request, a radiant smile on her face as she nodded and rushed over next to grayish-green haired girl. She'd tilt her head slightly, waiting for Nene to speak up once more.

Instead, Nene just wrapped her arms around the cheerful girl in a gentle but firm hug. This action grew Emu's confusion as she noticed the warm, yet playful smirk on Nene's lips.

"Nene? What are you- EEP! Wahahaha! Nehehehene! Thahat tickles!"

Nene chuckled fondly, murmuring softly as her nails gently skittered across Emu's sides with ease. "Hehe, it tickles? Well, it's supposed to, silly! That's the whole point!"

"Nehehehe-Nene! Wahahahahaha! Nohohoho!"

Emu flailed her arms slightly through surprised and squeaky giggles, not necessarily fighting back. Her giggles got a little louder once Nene had glided her fingers over to Emu's ribcage, which the songstress took notice of.

"Is this a bad spot, Emu? Is it too much?" She'd ask fondly, no hint of malice or playfulness since she didn't want to go too far or overstep any boundaries. Nene's smile returned when Emu shook her head in happy giggled, although she did eventually let up after another minute or two.

"Hehe, you're so silly. Was it okay?" Emu would immediately nod in response to the question, still slightly giggling as Nene giggled along for a little bit.

"Mhm! Hehehe, thank you Nene! Thahat was soho wonderhohoy!"

"You don't need to thank me, it was actually Miku's idea. I was kind of struggling on a gift, so I had asked her for help."

Emu felt her face light up, even happier than earlier. She'd immediately hug Nene back, smiling brightly.

"Hehe! But I still wanna thank you though! It was a lot of fun!"

The grayish-green haired songstress felt her heart melt, bringing a hand up to playfully ruffle Emu's hair as she spoke.

"I'm glad you had fun. Happy birthday, Emu!"

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#protected by nene kusanagi #kailyn is delivering #no beta we die like mafumom #sleep deprived and alive #surviving and thriving off of serotonin #project sekai tickles #project sekai tickling #pjsekai tickle #pjsk tickle #lee!emu otori #ler!nene kusanagi #ler!nene #lee!emu

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rajaie · 2 months ago

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Good evening!

With September nearly over, I realized I haven’t posted much, so I decided to draw Gwendolyn.

I pictured her searching through Stark Industries chests (from the current Fortnite event), where she comes across Iron Man’s repulsors and Captain America’s shield along the way. ( I was trying Gurihiru's artstyle.)

By the way, I’ve been busy working on Fortnite quests to unlock her evil counterpart’s skin—couldn’t resist, hehe~ There are also a lot of Steam games on my wishlist that are on sale right now, and I need to decide whether to buy them or not. I'm so indecisive!

Kirigiri’s birthday is coming up soon too, so maybe I’ll draw her… no promises though~

as you can see, I just bought Spider-Gwen, that's why I am reluctant to buy a game.

anyway, it's getting late~ Good Night, and have a great weekend~

#fanart #gwenpool fanart #gwenpool #gwendolyn poole #gwen poole #marvel fanart

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readingwiththestars · 5 months ago

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₊˚⊹♡ RECKLESS

["it's a good thing you're not here, because i still havent found my courage."]

| ✮ 4.5 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers ahead]

okayyy let me just start off with WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK WAS THAT ENDING LAUREN???? i'm not okay because of it. like nuh uh get lost. u had no right to do that (im saying this as if it didnt get spoiled for me and i didnt gaslight myself the entire book read that it wasn't going to happen)

i would like to straight up say this seemed like a filler book. just a set up for the next one, it didn't really have all too much plot-wise aside from pae and kai's romance. it was less on the fantasy side and more on the romance but i still enjoyed it a lot. and obviously since it was a filler book there was less character development (for some- im looking at you paedyn)

kai and pae were really cute in this book honestly (and as it mostly focuses on the romance ofc they were) the banter and everything was so wonderful to read i was giggling and kicking my feet wayyy to much. the romance was romancing but also not romancing at the same time (im not even gonna try to explain that just use vibes)

i do feel as though lauren's writing has definitely improved from powerless. she has this whimsical magical style of writing that i love it really takes me into the world of the book (mostly). other times the long sentences were too much in moments. like lauren. we did not need to know the colour of the bricks in the market at this certain moment in time when you'd already explained the colour two pages ago-

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

paedyn - ok i love her. i really do she's such a good fmc BUT for me in this book she was boring-ish. and hella indecisive like girly pop if i had kai talking to me like that i'd be folding so damn fast- but yeah it felt like she didn't have too much character development aside from finding out her dad was actually her dad. also i idk who the fuck she was trying to fool with her 'i hate you' to kai, like be fucking for real bitch no you dont.

kai - ok bye i could write a whole rant on why i love this man. like im sat. this book felt more like kai's book (as powerless felt like pae's) imo we got more on his backstory and i think his character (and povs) were more interesting for me to focus on. also his flirting and little one liners had me giggling and shit my sister actually woke up to me grinning like an idiot under torch light-

kitt - bye idek why i made this section for him. this is going to entirely be hate fr. OKAY WE GET IT DUDE UR A GHOST WHATEVER. OH MY GOSH U MISS UR DAD BUT IN THE NEXT POV U DONT LIKE BITCH CHOOSE A SIDE IDC ABT UR WHINY ASS. ALSO U CLEARLY HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH PAEDYN LIKE FUCKING HELL DUDE SHE IS UR 'MUSE' OR WHATEVER GET OVER YOURSELF. EUGH AND THEN PROPOSING TO HER?? YEAH SURE BUDDY "YOUR FEELINGS FOR HER DIED" MHM YUP OKAY TOTALLYYY *clears throat awkwardly* can you tell i hate him?

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [its like all kai... im not even sorry about it either]

"you are my proof of paradise." - kai

"call us even. call me crazy. i don't care. just... just call me yours." - kai

"under different curcumstances i promise you im much more fun tied up." - kai (WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREECHED AND STARED AT THE PAGE. MALAKAI AZER-)

"just pae and kai." - kai

"she was supposed to be my forever. now i'll watch her become someone else's. because the beast doesn't get the beauty." - kai

jahsdgj i can't wait for the next book hehe

#the library ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆#the bookshelf ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆#reckless #powerless #reckless lauren roberts #reckless spoilers

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fatuismooches · 11 months ago

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SMOOOOCHES!!! hello sweetheart!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

I hope you’ve been well since the last time I came on here!! (little update on my test results: everything came back clean except a few things came back indecisive but nothing to worry about! Chronic illness doesn’t seem to be getting any worse as of right now.) but asides from that here’s a little drabble as I was re-reading a few of my earlier drabbles from last year!

We know fragile!reader despises examinations and having to endure the painful injections every few weeks when Dottore batches up a new medicine. However, what if it backfires completely? Causing fragile!reader to be in an even weaker condition, barely able to move and clinging onto Dottore as tightly as they can. Perhaps running a fever, feeling miserable as they feel as if though their whole body is being pricked by thousands of needles as they shake from their fever. Dottore would try his best to not let his emotions show, but deep down he’s panicking and trying to figure out how he can cancel out the current “medicine” running through their body. To say Dottore feels guilt is an understatement, he knows that any medicine that they take can easily backfire quickly, but he never would’ve thought the symptoms would be so severe. :( once their condition stabilizes I like to think Dottore keeps them close for at least a few days, just to make sure everything is fine. Even if it means they’ll be all clingy to him, he’d rather they be safe and alive rather than induced in a coma once again.

A bit of fluff: I like to think Zandy definitely also tries to cheer you up after the whole ordeal. He’s not sure why you weren’t visiting or reading books to him anymore, other than that “you were busy with Dottore”, is what you had told him. But even the little baby knows you look more weaker (even if it’s been a few days, your condition had still worsened anyways). So perhaps he tries to draw you adorable silly drawings, and also show you his “safe” experiments. (Lest he get a scolding from Zandik or the clones again…)

‘m giving you so many chu chus n cuddles like always smooches hehe gonna make your cheeks all rosy pinky! <33 I hope you have a lovely day n spend it with a smile like always!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ

HELLO MY DEAR 🎐 ANON!! Ahh I'm so glad your results were okay! I'm so happy for you and for getting through all of this! *hugs you* And I LOVE this brainrot! ❤️ I've always brainrotted about this idea hehe because angst of Dottore failing... teehee.

Dottore, being the skilled scholar he is, never fails to concoct new medications and treatments for you in hopes of creating something that sticks, along with the actual cure. These meds always go through a few rounds of testing, on his experiments of course (as you said before) but sometimes there is only so little that can be done. After all, your body is very different from the average person's. So, there have been times when the things he's given you didn't agree with your body very well, but they were never anything drastic. However, that was until this instance.

Dottore is a confident man. He's smart, he plans ten steps ahead, and things always go exactly as he orchestrated or predicted them to. So that's why he expected nothing different to be with this batch, maybe you'd have a few minor side effects that he'd note and so on, but he expected you to be fine, to then whine about how all of this was so much work, and he'd only hum at your complains to which you'd pout at. In the beginning, you seemed fine. Looked fine, your vitals were fine. But in a matter of minutes, when you got off the operating table, all of that changed, as dizziness and blurriness.

You tried to wave off Dottore's concern, observing your worsened state immediately, but your resistance was futile as your knees buckled, though your husband caught you before you could fall. Your skin was on fire, sapping away your strength as you couldn't even bring your hand up to stop your hacking and coughing. You try to speak but everything hurts far too much for you to muster your words, and you can barely process the muffled voices, footsteps against the floor, and hands running over your body (he must have called a few segments in too.) You pass out soon after, unable to see the blank look on Dottore's face, how his hands don't shake, how he is unfaltering and flawless in his steady work to counteract what he put in his body. Unable to see what only you can see - what he's really feeling underneath everything.

You don't wake up until a few days later, to which Dottore spent trying to figure out where he went wrong constructing this medication. If only he had been more careful, if he had run more tests, perhaps this may not have happened. Perhaps he wouldn't be the cause of your even weaker state. But even when you wake up, you just smile at him, assuring him that you're okay. You'd never blame him. Even though this was all this fault. He despises it sometimes, how you're so kind and forgiving. It's a weakness.

Sure, Dottore has a lot of work to be done, and having you around so much serves as a distraction to his work... but he'll let it slide. Just for a bit. At least it is a reminder to him that you're not permanently sleeping again.

Zandy, despite being left out of the loop many times, mostly due to your insistence that he not be burdened with your own troubles, can still sense something is wrong after a while. Yes, he's a child, but he's a rather smart one. And a very attentive one when it comes to his favorite person, you. He can see how much time you spend for "check-ups" with the segments and Prime now, far more than what it used to be... how you always look exhausted but force yourself to perk up and smile around him, assuring him you'll play with him "next time", even though numerous "next times" have passed. Zandy doesn't know the exact details, but that's okay, he can see what you're going through. So obviously he's going to try and make you smile! In the time he's not with you, he spends it doing all the things you like to do too. Drawing you two together of course, in a happy little house in Sumeru where the two of you play outside together all day with no worries! Maybe he even tried baking by himself to surprise you with something yummy (quickly stopped by a segment before he hurt himself or perhaps blew up the lab.) Maybe the child should take up sewing... maybe he can sew a little Puffttore squish ball for you! Oh, but you always told him to stay away from needles... well, it's okay if you don't find out until after the fact, right?

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #zandy bb <3 #giving you a million more chu chus!! and cuddles!!#i always luv luv ur brainrots!#only one post for tonight bc im eepy

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hikiclawd · 11 months ago

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I'll let the season change my mind ❄️

Alt versions under the cut :

I'm indecisive hehe, also I'm posting this from my phone so sorry if there's any weird formatting issues ;; ua. Happy Christmas Eve to those who celebrate, and just all and all have a pleasant rest of December if you're able to. xx

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cherryxsapphic · 5 months ago

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Hii!! Pls some wlw Selenne Sverchzt I LOVE HERR

Ofc!! My love 🧡

Also, I'm just gonna do general headcanons. I hope that is ok pooks. if you prefer something else, feel free to request again!!

Well let's get started!! ♡

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ok, so you almost definitely met at a shopping mall for sure, like I know damn well that selenne likes to drag her sister to go shopping, even though Elenois could not be bothered (girlie is always tired)

But anyways, you're just casually shopping and stuff. Then you find yourself having a difficult time choosing between 2 similar articles of clothing and your generally so indecisive about what to choose, so you basically start looking around until you spot a pretty girl also rummaging through a few dresses that look like they would probably cost a fortune and a arm an a leg on the side.

pushing your shyness aside, you walk over to her and honestly, it's so intimidating, because she's literally so beautiful that it's insane, like she's wearing a vibrant orange stripe dress. White gloves, her shoulder length dark brown hair, elegantly curled at the ends and then she wore dangly small square earrings. Like come on!!

But you finally spit it out that you need help choosing between an article of clothing, and she's actually so sweet about it, and y'all have like a cute little moment where she has you do a fashion show to see which piece looks best!!

you also got to learn her name!! which is selenne Sverchtz and got to meet her twin sister, (Elenois sverchtz) who was apparently looking for new jewelry this whole entire time while you and selenne were goofing off.

they were generally so sweet to you an OMG you literally got selenne's number and she paid for your clothing, and she would not take a no for an answer.

Ok, and once y'all start dating ugh it's literally the best! I do like to believe that selenne generally is a hopeless romantic and probably reads romance books in her free time, which isn't really much considering she's litterly a model.

but throughout your whole entire relationship with her, you are literally spoiled, like from getting what you want to having all your needs met, and like she's literally such a ball of sunshine and energy that she is most definitely a early riser and if she had the free time, she would literally make breakfast and bed for you every day

and she's just generally a sapphic like she's literally so down bad for you.

Also cute little picnic dates is a must. and it's like so cute, because there's like fairy lights and flowers like she always chooses like such a beautiful places, and sometimes you're able to surprise her too which makes her fall more in love with you if that's even possible.

last but not least, Elenois most definitely gave you the talk where it's like, "if you hurt my sister, I will hurt you, like it's on sight." and then she casually walks away like she didn't just threaten your life lmao.

So moral of the story. awkwardly ask a pretty girl about what clothes you should wear and maybe you might find the love of your life hehe <33

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I hope you enjoyed, and I'm so sorry that I took forever to post this :(

#thats not my neighbor #tnmn selenne #selenne sverchzt #selenne Sverchtz x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #wlw #writers of tumblr #writers community #elenois sverchzt #tnmn #tnmn elenois

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