#as you can imagine image searching this got very confusing!

[lordirony]

One time I was trying to remember the term “superior mirage” and instead ended up with “major illusion”

[hoernypie]

Milk factory✩‧₊˚ 🐮

tags: breastfeeding, pregnancy kink, adult nursing, handjob

wc: 2260

The moment Satoru learned that you are pregnant he became thrilled. His obsession grew with your belly until it became the sole essence of his existence. He would spend his free time lost in online forums, devouring every bit of information about the pregnancy, what you felt, and how your body was changing. But in all of that, his interest was caught by one certain thing – breastfeeding. The very thought ignited a newfound kink within him. As your breasts grew bigger, Satoru's fascination with the concept of breastfeeding grew more intense. His thoughts often circled around your breasts getting big and heavy, swelling with milk. The wait was a torment for him as with passing time the anticipation was almost unbearable, filling him with an overwhelming mix of excitement and arousal.

After ensuring you were asleep, he would quietly sneak out to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Quickly his jogs ended up sliding down, as he tightly gripped the counter with a shaky hand to support himself, his eyes closed as he pictured your enormous, full of milk breasts in his hands. His breath grew shallow as he imagined the sweet, warm liquid gushing into his mouth. His hand moved rhythmically over his erection, the pressure building with every fantasy about your body. He longed for the day when he would finally have the chance to taste your milk, almost addicted to the anticipation. His mind raced with scenarios of you in different stages of lactation, your nipples varying from engorged and leaky to soft and gently dripping white gold. Satoru's dick glistened with precum that beaded at the tip as he stroked it, feeling the intense pleasure building in him. His heavy balls tightened with every imagined drop of milk that hit his taste buds. Each stroke grew more desperate, more urgent, as he chased the climax at the mere thought of comfort that your nurturing breasts promised him. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, his body tensing while he moaned quietly. The thoughts of being fed and comforted by you, and sharing such an intimate act with you made his heart race. And as he reached the peak of his pleasure, the image of your eyes locked onto his with that soft gaze and sweet smile, watching him drink from your body, was the final push he needed to cum into the palm of his hand.

Days turned into weeks, and Satoru's obsession with your pregnancy grew stronger with each passing moment. One afternoon, as you casually walked past the mirror, you caught a glimpse of your shirt's reflection. There were faint, wet spots that hadn't been there before. After closely inspecting the fabric your eyes widened as the realization hit you – your breasts had started leaking milk. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of Satoru's reaction after sharing the good news. Little did you know, the sight of those wet spots would be the catalyst for Satoru's most erotic and sensual fantasy yet.

In the evening you finally decided to tell Satoru the exciting news. You waited for him to come into bed, trying to contain your own excitement and amusement. When he finally got under the covers, you smiled widely "Honey," you began, "I think you're going to like what happened today." He looked at you curiously, his eyes searching yours for any clue as to what you were referring to. "The milk factory is open," you announced amused, watching as his expression shifted from confusion to elation in an instant. His eyes grew wide, and he took a deep breath, his heart racing at the revelation. "Really?" he managed to choke out, trying to keep his composure. "That's amazing!" You couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. With eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation, Satoru couldn't hold back his desperate plea. "Can I taste it?" he whispered, his voice quivering with hope to finally feel what he's been craving for so long. His gaze was fixed on your chest, the slight dampness of your shirt clearly visible under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The long weeks of waiting had led to this moment, and his kink had grown into an all-consuming need, eating him alive. But you, delicately patted his hair, gently declining with a soft "Not yet, dear." Seeing his face fall into a pout, you couldn't help but feel a pang of amusement at his childlike behavior. "The strongest" yet, acting like a spoiled child after hearing rejection. Satoru's pout deepened, his dick getting harder and harder while it created a wet patch on his jogs. "Sweetheart please, just a taste - nothing more" he desperately pleaded.

"Not yet, my love," you repeated, your voice tender despite the firmness of your decision. "Let's wait until the baby is born. It's important that the milk is first for our little one." You leaned in to kiss his forehead, his hand absentmindedly caressing your swollen breast, feeling the firmness and fullness beneath his palm. He whined, his eyes never leaving the hypnotizing sight of your chest. "But I want to be part of this too," he murmured, his voice thick with longing. You chuckled softly, stroking his cheek. "You will be, 'toru. Just be patient. When the baby is here, you can share with it." Your words hung in the air, a promise that seemed to both soothe and frustrate him even more. He nodded reluctantly, his eyes never straying from your breasts as he snuggled to you. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but Satoru knew that waiting would make the first taste all the more sweet. With a sigh, he nestled closer to you, his hand sliding over your belly to feel the baby's gentle kicks. For now, he would have to be content with the knowledge that soon, he would finally get to be more intimate in the act he had been dreaming about for so long. The wait would be worth it, he assured himself, as he closed his eyes and listened to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, before slowly falling asleep.

The weeks leading up to the baby's birth were a torturous blend of excitement and frustration for Satoru. His obsession with your lactation grew more intense with each time when he delicately touched your body, and he found himself counting down the hours until he could finally taste the sweet ambrosia he had been fantasizing about for so long. His mind swirled with images of you, a glowing motherly figure, him kneeling in front of you, as he latched onto your nipple, your milk spilling out and soaking his hungry mouth, the sound of his contented slurps filling the room. The thought of your breasts, now a symbol of life itself - it all sent shivers down his spine. Each night, as you slept peacefully beside him, he could feel his control slipping, his hand occasionally straying to the wet patch on your shirt, his fingers brushing against the fabric as if trying to coax more milk out of your body. But he knew better than to push his luck, and he waited patiently, mentally getting ready for the moment the baby was born. The anticipation was agonizing, but he made sure to not do anything that would harm you or the baby.

Finally, the day arrived. The baby's cries filled the delivery room, and as the nurse placed the squirming little bundle into your arms, Satoru felt a swell of emotions, his eyes brimming with tears. He watched as you began to gently rock the baby, your face a picture of serenity and love, despite your disheveled looks - for him, you were always the most beautiful person in the whole world.

Days passed in a blur of sleepless nights and endless diaper changes, but amidst the chaos, Satoru found moments of quiet anticipation. The baby latched onto your breast with ease, and as you nurtured your little one, he couldn't help but stare at the sight before him, taking multiple pictures. Your breasts, now a source of life for the baby, were more mesmerizing and tempting than ever. Each time the baby was done feeding, Satoru would watch as your nipples remained erect, the occasional droplet of milk escaping and glistening in the soft light. His patience had reached a new peak with every passing day. He knew he had to wait, but the sight of your milk-heavy breasts was like a siren's call, pulling him closer and closer to the edge of his self-control. He would often find himself lost in thought, his hand unconsciously straying to his crotch, the fabric of his pants growing damp with his arousal. The days stretched into weeks, and as the baby grew more accustomed to the world, each time you offered your breast to the baby, he felt a pang of jealousy, pouting at the thought of what was denied to him.

Days turned into another month, and the baby had grown more accustomed to the world, its tiny hands grasping onto your breasts with surprising strength. Satoru had watched from the sidelines, his patience wearing thin, his longing becoming an unbearable ache. One quiet evening, as the baby finally fell asleep in your arms, you looked over at him with a soft smile. "You still wanna try it?" you whispered, gently guiding the baby to unlatch, gently putting it back in the crib. Satoru's eyes sparkled, his mouth watering at the sight of the tiny beads of milk that had formed around your areola.

Satoru climbed into the bed, his eyes never leaving your breasts. He positioned himself beside you, his gaze fixed on the treasure he had been longing for. His breath was shallow as he reached out, gently cupping one of your breasts, feeling soft skin in his hand. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a mere whisper. You nodded, a gentle smile playing on your lips. His thumb traced a circle around your nipple, watching as it pebbled and leaked a single drop of milk. He leaned closer, his tongue darting out to catch it, savoring the sweet taste that had haunted his dreams for so long. With a soft sigh, he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently. The sensation was breathtaking, sending waves of pleasure through his body as he tasted the sweetest thing in his life. He could feel the milk start to flow, the warm liquid filling his mouth that he swallowed greedily. Your hand found its way into his hair, guiding and encouraging him as you gently caressed his hair. This act of intimacy was something he'd never felt before.

Satoru couldn't believe the moment was finally here. He had dreamt about this so many times, but the reality was far more better than any fantasy he could think of. As he continued to suck and the taste of your milk grew stronger, his arousal reached new heights. Satoru's hand slipped into his pants, his grip tightening around his throbbing dick. He began to stroke himself, his hips buckling slightly, his body desperate for release. Each pull on your nipple sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. The sight of your milk trickling down his chin and wetting the sheets was too much, as Satoru stroked himself faster, his breath shallow. His eyes closed, feeling comfort in this intimate act. Your smile grew softer, your eyes filled with love as you looked down at him, whimpering and moaning against your soft flesh. You reached over, wrapping your hand over his shaft, squeezing your fingers around it as you moved your hand up and down. The room was filled with the sound of his slurps and squelches of his dick. As the pressure built up inside him, Satoru felt your hand tighten around his dick, urging him to let go. With a final, desperate moan, he did just that, his cum spurting out and landing on his stomach, dirtying his shirt. The sight was more erotic than any of us could have ever imagined.

The moment left Satoru trembling with pleasure, your milk still warm on his tongue and your gentle touch still lingered on his body. He watched as you took a soft cloth to wipe his face clean, your eyes filled with affection. His hand lingered on your breast, feeling the gentle pulse of your heartbeat beneath his fingertips. "Can I do it again?" he asked excitedly. You chuckled, leaning in to kiss him softly on the forehead. "Not now," you murmured, "And let's clean the mess that you've made, shall we?"

As the days went by, Satoru eagerly awaited his turn, his kink becoming now more of a shared intimacy between you. After the baby had its fill, you would often offer your breast to him, watching with amusement and love as he greedily suckled the excess milk with a pout on his face. His eyes would roll back with pleasure, your hand instinctively caressing his erection, the act of being nurtured by you becoming a nightly ritual that brought him closer to the brink of ecstasy.

The bond you shared had evolved, becoming something more profound than either of you had ever anticipated, weaving a tapestry of love, obsession, and kink that only served to strengthen your connection, making his love for you grow deeper with that testament of the intimacy that could only exist between you two.

Lately, I've been obsessed with @gojoest content about Satoru. I love you Ai. ┬┴┬┴┤･ω･)ﾉ

[pear1escence]

Hello! I read your “being keegan’s girlfriend would entail…” and was wondering if you could do one for David/Hesh Walker? My manz doesn’t get enough love

If not that’s totally okay! Thanks for reading!

Being Keegan’s girlfriend would entail…

Being David Walker’s girlfriend would entail…

David ‘Hesh’ Walker x fem!Reader (that’s my last name too actually wink wink)

Explicit - 18+

⭒ He’s got a lot of room in his heart for tenderness.

⭒ The pain he feels from having lost his father hasn’t gone away, but it doesn’t plague him like it used to. (Listen, we’ve got Logan safe and sound in this universe our man doesn’t need any more problems)

⭒ What he needs from a lover is patience. The violence he’s experienced, it’s made him rougher around the edges. (Tougher? Rougher? Pls help) He just needs a lil time to soften up to you, I think Hesh would be the sweetest man f’you, such a loving and considerate boyfriend.

⭒ Hesh cherishes the intimate, sweet moments of a relationship. Holding you in his arms in the early hours of the morning, listening to your little puffs of breath, the calmness in your face as you sleep.

⭒ He’s so gentle with you. If it’s his thumb stroking over your cheek in soothing motions, or the palm of his hand running along the soft skin of your back. Treats you so well.

⭒ Chemtrails over the Country Clubs by Lana Del Rey reminds me of him. ‘Tulsa Jesus Freak’ and ‘Let Me Love You Like A Woman’ are Hesh songs to me. Very domestic and intimate.

⭒ I think of him as a socially confident person, a man who carries himself with confidence, falls into conversation easily. He’s charming he’s got rizz basically, you don’t have to search for long to find the reasons you fell for him.

⭒ I mean…pretty green eyes, tall, arms like his? I’d eat him up.

⭒ He’d date someone shy, I think. I think he’d find your shyness endearing, amusing even.

⭒ He loves taking you out for dinner, partly because he loves the sight of you all dressed up for him. He strikes me as someone with he a classic taste, likes romantic makeup styles, dresses that hug your curves and lacy lingerie.

⭒ His softness carries over into the bedroom, of course. I can’t imagine him being degrading or enjoying anything too rough, honestly. He can’t resist teasing you a bit though, a little meanness is all fun. He likes you submissive though, and he can be stern sometimes. Who’s complaining anyways let’s be honest with ourselves😓

⭒ He’s gonna be groping you mercilessly. Loves soft thighs, a nice pair of tiddies, anything soft. He’s big on foreplay, loves to finger you while praising you. Luvs to praise.

⭒ He WILL suck on your nipples. Probably groaning about how much he loves your body while doing so.

⭒ Wouldn’t actually choke you, but he’ll wrap a hand around your neck nd apply pressure gently, he likes seeing his hand ‘round your neck + you find it grounding, even comforting.

⭒ Makes you look him in the eyes while his hand is in your panties, “Does that feel good, baby? Yeah?” Nd you best believe he’s stopping if he doesn’t get an answer.

⭒ Very into eye contact while he’s fucking you. Again with the “You like that, pretty girl?” While gripping your jaw nd making you look at him, groaning out a “Good girl” once you answer him.

⭒ This just turned into sex headcannons bruh😞

⭒ Loves blowjobs. Also lowkey wants you to lick/suck on his balls but he’s a bit embarrassed to ask, you’ll figure out he enjoys it from his reactions anyways. Also pretty hairy, but not as much of a bear man as Keegan is.

⭒ He sends you pics of him in his combat uniform while he’s out on deployment. He’ll certainly appreciate pics of you in return, a mirror selfie of you in some nice lingerie would drive him crazy. Loves a nice photo of you in his boxers too.

⭒ I think he’d be very shy about reciprocating those kinds of images, but he’d send you over some mildly suggestive ones. He’d be very confused if you ask for a nut vid. (That sounds so fucking dumb, nut vid??)

Me?? Writing for someone other that Keegan??? No but this was fun, I’ve been wanting to write for Hesh for a while. Hope you enjoyed!! I think this is my first request ever tihi

[anotherstudtouse]

Imagine accidentally giving Angela a hickey and her going to work the next day with it on full display without either of you realising it

it’s definitely after the very first time you two have sex — the night before was the inevitable result of sexual and romantic tension built up for months, finally pushed over the edge last night when you’d offered to take her home after work (her car was in the shop). she’d invited you in to finally watch this movie she’d been trying to get you to watch with her for a while but your schedules hadn’t aligned until then. it had been a long day of “jokingly” flirting with each other at work, touches that lingered a little longer than could be considered friendly, and a look in both your eyes and hers that you two were beginning to wonder about the nature of.

while watching the movie, she turned her head to talk to you and you turned yours to listen, and that’s when you both simultaneously realized just how close you were to each other. her words faltered, eyes flicking down to your lips, and you barely had time to recognize the look in her eye as the one she’d been giving you all day before she was leaning in and pressing her lips to yours.

needless to say the movie still hasn’t been watched.

the next day neither of you notice much of anything because you wake up late, falling asleep together before either of you thought to set your alarms. luckily you still (barely) make it to work on time, giving angela a ride to work too after she rushed to text chanse that she didn’t need him to give her a ride after all. you haven’t had time to talk about what happened last night, obviously, but things aren’t awkward... until the moment chanse and amanda see you two.

“sorry we’re late; traffic was —” angela begins a winded excuse but is swiftly interrupted by amanda.

“what’s that on your neck, ang?” the question is spoken with the tone of someone who already knows the answer to her own question, and the eyebrows raised in amusement and knowing gaze turning toward you only further cement that observation.

it probably doesn’t help that angela’s eyes immediately search for your own, wide with surprise and confusion.

“it’s, um— well—” you start, faltering when you realize it’s definitely not helping that you’re the one trying to answer for her. your gaze falls on the very visible hickey on angela’s neck, a dark purple bruise you’re astounded neither of you noticed before now. mental images of the night before flit rapidly through your mind, images of angela underneath you on the couch, head tipped back to give your mouth easier access to that exact spot, the sounds of her moans filling the room as her hips pushed up into yours—

“y/n.” chanse’s jaw drops, eyes flicking between you and angela in disbelief. “angela.”

you’re brought out of your thoughts by his voice, swallowing. angela’s face is a little red and your certain yours is as well with how hot it feels.

“oh, grow up! like none of you have ever had a hickey before,” angela starts in an attempt to brush off the situation.

“not at work,” amanda chimes in.

“oh my god, that’s why you didn’t need a ride,” chanse says. “because your ride slept over.”

there’s a smirk on amanda’s face as she adds, “seems like y/n was giving her more than one kind of ride-”

“okay! okay,” you interrupt, face warm as you place a hand on angela’s shoulder. “let’s go see if we can cover this up before anyone else sees, yeah?”

“we’re not done here!” amanda calls after you two as you walk away.

“you’ve got a lot of questions to answer later!” chanse adds.

you sigh, following angela, and as she looks over her shoulder at you with a grin, she asks, “is it bad that i kind of like that someone saw that?”

the question sparks a feeling of arousal. this side of angela is new to you, and you like it. you chuckle. “very. we’re at work, angela.”

“guess you’ll just have to punish me later, then, huh?”

the look in your eyes — a mixture of surprise and arousal — has angela grinning again as she turns to look forward again.

[weird-dere-writes]

Imagine having the most toe curling, eye rolling, back breaking, drool inducing sex. Your mind is hazy, your body is buzzing, the bed is rocking, and the air you breathe smells so heavily of them. You feel as if you are losing all grip of reality as your fav strokes your walls just right, hands caressing you where your nerves are most alight, lips searing as they traverse your skin and murmur huskily into the shell of your ear. Pleasure bleeds into pressure as you feel your form slowly but surely begin to lock up, wound tighter and tighter on the heels of an impending release. Your fav continues to absolutely work you out with each thrust, to bring you closer and closer to nirvana as you let out a shaky breath at the harsh shudder than runs through you.

Just as the knot in you snaps, you see white, and your eyes flutter closed. You tighten around them as your back bows off the bed, opening your hips to them for more as the world crashes down around you. You don’t remember what happens in the next few moments, but your tummy is warm, and there is a pleasant weight on top of you. Now that you lay still and are slowly coming to, you can begin to feel how cool the surrounding air is on the heat that swarms your face. It was crazy, what they could do to you.

You wanted to wrap your arms around your lover, but found you couldn’t. You were boneless at the moment, so that made things kinda hard. With all that oxytocin flooding your body, you found it a challenge to even open your eyes. Not that they seemed to mind. They were very much the same as they laid on top of you, unmoving but still so filled with this sensual energy you couldn't explain. There are no intentions to move any further on either party's side. You are both perfectly sated, at least for now. It's just, very intimate feeling. It's filling.

When you do manage to open those pretty eyes of yours, you find yourself... confused.

Your fav was nowhere to be found. The only image filling your sight was the turning of the ceiling fan above you. Your brows furrow as your brain tries fruitlessly to put things together. Had you been passed out for that long? Was it really that good?

Slowly, you gather the strength to move your hand. To try to slither it across the sheets in search of your personal pussy(gn) destroyer. And upon this attempt, you become even more confused.

Because you realize as you try to move, that their weight is still on top of you. Envelops you. But you don't see their face? Just how are they laying?

You weakly crane your head to look down and see...

Only cloth.

It doesn't look very thick to be this heavy. And then it hits you. Weighted blanket.

You're really starting to wonder how it is you got here. Because you still had a sheen of fresh sweat covering your skin from your passionate session just before. It was almost dizzying.

When you lay back down fully is when you begin to register that cool, wet rag on your forehead.

All the pieces come slamming together when your fav makes their way into the room with a bowl of soup in hand.

You groan, partially frustrated, partially disappointed.

That glorious fuck was a fucking fever dream.

Now all you wanted was the real thing, sickness be damned. You knew it wasn’t happening though.

“I hate it here.”

They sit nearby with a caring look in their eye that you hate to admit dampens those flames of ire within you; completely unaware of the true reason you are a little angy.

“I know, baby. But you’ll get better soon.”

[vvxdoesurmom]

My take on Till and some things about him which i observed because i don't think i can emotionally recover after R6 (Ivan is alive guys i swear)

(mind you, this is MY personal interpretation, perhaps also a bit of me being delusional (also Till is my baby))

From what i have observed, Till was treated really badly by the aliens compared to the others, even in the flashback to when Till saw Ivan for the first time in the R6 mv, you can see in the backround that on Till's glass cage thing there are signs that say that he is being sold for 50% off, to stay away, not to touch etc. He also has the muzzle thing ,which i assume prevents him from speaking, which none of the other Alien Stage members (of those that we have seen) had.

It is also shown that he was quite abused by his Alien guardian, who possibly just saw Till as a sort of lab rat (Till's rebelion probably didnt help the abuse/torture). So how i see it is that Till is simply very traumatized, and his thought process and the way he acts is probably reflecting that in some way.

Compared to him, the others were treated significantly better (from what was shown atleast) . While Ivan and Sua weren't treated particularly well, they wer simply seen as a sort of pet, perhaps like a house cat for the aliens, unlike the lab rat treatment Till got. Sua was like a little dress up doll to her alien guardia, and Ivan was just a peaceful thing for his.

Mizi on the other hand was innocent, she was relativley cared for by her alien guardian, and therefore remained pure and angelic is a sense.

I belive that Till's crush on Mizi came from a sort of need to cling onto something that was as far away from his trauma. He saw Mizi as a sort of pure angel who wasn't touched by the cruelty of the world (which was a true observation), someone who could perhaps be his savior. We can see this because any time Till remembers her, he thinks of the sweet child version of her. And that is also why he was so utterly crushed and perhaps in denial, looking at her after R1, and escpecially after R5.

And in the flashback of R6 when he imagined her, he didn't see her as she is now, insted he saw the bright child version of her, the version that was furthest away from his abuse and trauma, extending his hand to him as a sort of savior angel. He is very deeply attached to this image that he created of her to perhaps cope in some way with the abuse, and the fact that she changed, escpecially after seeing her in R5.

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In R6, i suspect that he thought that he was going to lose, and probably accepted it. He was going against Ivan after all, and Ivan is perfect, and he is more liked by the audience. So i belive that Till simply accepted death by the time R6 begun. In R6 he is alot more... Depressed? His vocals are raw and full of emotion, and his eyes look like those that have given up, escpecially once they finished, he was just looking downward as if accepting defeat, and as if he saw that coming.

That didn't happen though, and Ivan FUCKING KISSED HIM (sorry i will just never get of tht kiss). Now. When Ivan kissed him, Till is not in any way disgusted or angry(which is what Ivan perhaps thought Till was) , instead he looks confused, because he is, and that is his general reaction to things, his eyes look like he is searching for answers. Because i belive that Till probabky literally had no idea or thought that Ivan possibly loved him like that:

EXHIBIT A:

From what i have gathered from the mvs themselves and from official posts, is that Ivan is a quirky littley guy. He has weired quirks, and he can act and talk quite funny, so if Ivan tried to tell Till, or somehow allude to him that he likes him, Till would probably assume that it's just Ivan being Ivan, and think nothing of it.

This can be kinds seen in the scene in R6 when they were in the cafeteria place. When Ivan touched Till's cut, he was probably looking to make Till annoyed or mad, which would be Till's typical reaction. He was clearly annoyed at first, but then he saw that it was Ivan and kinda brushed it off, since its just Ivan, he is just a quirky little fella.

Therefore i belive that Till would shrug off any attempt as confession or flirting from Ivan.(Didnt seem like Ivan was doing that anyway)

EXHIBIT B:

Any show that Ivan loved him and not just being friends happened when Till was ither unconscious, or not paying attention/not looking.

Till is a silly little guy, but how is he supposed to know or assume when there is no proper communication happening?

( he could also have been to focused on Mizi to notice)

MY CONCLUSION!

I belive Till loved Ivan. Perhaps not in the way Ivan loved him, but he probabky loved him as a friend would, because they did spend like alot of time together.

I also belive that Ivantill can work out if they had proper COMMUNICATION, and if Till realized that his crush of Mizi was a way to try to escape his trauma and abuse and get something pure and innocent. ( I could also be very delusional )

Anyway, this is my interpretation of Till as a charecter. I do have alot more thoughts on him like his natural talent for music and composition, but my fingers are tired typing this out:)

( also i did not reread it so forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes:))) i just needed to vent a bit)

[hdra77]

Hello, I just browsed your whole disarray AU tag and I think it's really cool. It's a little hard to tell what is it about but from what I can tell everyone is evil and corrupted for some reason (except for NSH?) There was an old ask talking about Pebbles and NSH's friendship, and I wanted to ask if you could tell more about that their friendship in this AU is like if you feel like it

Hello anon!! Thank you so much for taking your time to look into my au that means a lot to me!! 💗💗 sorry if some parts may be a bit confusing lol ive had pmvs planned to explain the plot better but thats been on the back burner for a while

To explain it simply, the triple affirmative occurred except that its something that could possibly make their kind turn on against each other.

Triple affirmative is a type of virus that spreads throughout the iterator's system and they would slowly rot on the inside as time passes. And the process is very very painful imagine your insides getting fried and there is nothing you can do about it but to lash out at others and infecting your kind in a desperate attempt to dull down the excruciating pain.

Basically this virus would just straight up kill them in the end it would keep on infecting their system until they shut down and collapse. Because of this others finds a way to search for the cure and some others accepts this fate.

Soo not everyone in the au are evil! Atleast for the first half of the plot.

All of the cast would have atleast one or two major flaws in them and it depends if you see their actions justified or just plain right evil.

Focusing on the early timeline where pebbles wasnt infected yet. If you noticed some of the pebbles asks recently the sign that this takes place before his corruption is his white eyes and sometimes seen with his golden irises!

Not exactly sure where im going with this lol but explaining more about pebbles and nsh's friendship:

Pebbles met sig through suns and he only grew to tolerate NSH because in his own perspective, taking in the false belief to see the image of his administrator infront of him instead of his friend is his way of coping from the abandonment of his creators. Which isnt..a good way to start a friendship if he only treated sig as a manifestation of someone else honestly

Slowly,but eventually sig managed to get pebbles to let him show him around outside his can and encouraging him to explore the places together and this was enough for pebbles to snap out of his delusion and see the iterator in front of him. NSH, the real him. not just a tool for him to cope with.

They became close, having a supportive friend that always pulls him out of his hole and encouraging him to have a more positive take in life despite the dying surroundings around them that makes it harder for pebbles to even believe that theres something beautiful in a world who wants to die. This is basically just a opportunistic friend and the pessimistic friend. NSH isnt always that opportunistic type of guy though, even after the ancients left the entire ecosystem in destruction he still finds beauty in things and he shows pebbles signs of life seeping through the cracks still finding its way back to reclaim the dying world.

Their friendship became more strained right after pebbles got in contact of his sister once again. Pebbles had become a lot more defensive and pushing others aside until his disappearance and the last time he had been in contact was with suns. This reason tear their friendship apart especially how sig suspects that suns had been keeping secrets from him and that they could even be involved in his disappearance.

So in an attempt to search for pebbles, sig sent hunter to investigate pebbles' superstructure. And it all goes from there

I may have gotten carried away like most of the time! But thats a simple explanation of how their friendship came to be! Friendship lore !! Hope this clears things up 💕 if you got any questions just ask me!

[celestialomnipotence]

HCs with Ruined animatronic!

Kyo- These are just some simple headcanons of how I think the animatronics reacting to a reader who returns to the Pizzaplex to help their robot buddy! If people enjoy this (if one person says they do lol) ill gladly write more so dont be afraid to ask!

Extra details= The idea is that reader was a worker before the “Earthquake” happened, goes into the ruined pizzaplex in search of the animatronics, maybe wanting to help them out? You can change these details if you wish as im trying to make it as vague as possible… This is how I imagine in turning out :)

Glamrock Chica

She may be constantly shutting down so I suspect that when you find her, she shut down in some trash

If you tried to drag her out while shes shut down and she wakes up, she may try to attack you out of confusion, but after noticing its you, she stops!

If she managed to hurt you, she would attempt to apologize but only a screeching sounds would come out as her voicebox is missing :(

If you find her after the events with Cassie and she has her voicebox, I can imagine her giving a sad speech to you about her constantly shutting down, that you should just leave her there and escape while you still can

If you do manage to get her out though, I doubt you would be able to repair the severe damages to her and her trash filled body

Good luck saving her reader, I really hope you can repair her, she deserves the best :)

Monty

Lets address the elephant in the room… He has definitely lost all consciousness at this point. Imagine being in a position like his, alive yet utterly destroyed, and stuck being like that..

For Monty, we’ll say you hold a special place in his robot heart and ill make some magic happen

When you explored to Pizzaplex.. You found him pretty quickly and he immediately tried to attack you

Not only by the disheartening sight of him but him attempting to drag you down to attack more caught you off guard

He definitely hurt you, depending on your skills, maybe a lot or maybe not much

Once youre on the ground and hes ontop of you though.. He some how recognized you! How lucky :)

But hes not his regular Monty-self anymore, not only was his whole pride shattered and literal self image destroyed, it was you that saw him like this

Monty got off of you and with a rough attempt due to his damages, apologized

Now if you tried to talk to him, I think his personality would be an entire 180, being a lot more conscious due to his disabled body

Compliment him on how well he survived though and youll slowly revive that inner Monty he once was :)

He doesnt try to convince you too much to leave him behind, but if it gets too dangerous on your escape, he will try to make you leave alive without him

Once you escape with him, it would be very hard to repair him as well but in a different sense than Chica

Roxanne

Once you find Roxy, you stand in shock of her dismantled state.. But she heard you approach and seemed ready to attack you

So of course, quickly and obviously realizing shes blind, you speak up and tell her its you!

Roxy quickly notices you and pushes her damaged pride away

Cassie was a child, youre not (I hope 😭) Roxy would get concerned for your safety in, what she can tell, a ruined Pizzaplex

I expect her to try to tell you that you should get out of here and that it isnt safe

And when you tell her youre here to get her and her friends out.. Shes hesitant but accepts your offer, willing to help you with it too! Though she explains to you that she cant find Freddy and the state of the other

But she will admire you if you try to help them all, even if it fails

Once you escape with Roxy, she’ll try to hide her damaged ego but its easy to tell she hates what Gregory did

And yes, you hear all about what happened from her point of view

Roxy would still want revenge probably but since youre special to her, she’ll hold it off for you

Plus she just wants her eyes back and if you can find a spare to give her, she would be very greatful

Even if you dont know how to repair animatronics, she would help you learn a bit and get the right parts to fix her up some more

Eclipse

Depending if this is before or after Cassie enters will change the beginning

If its before Cassie, you basically have a Faz-wrench as well and do exactly was Cassie does

If its after Cassie, Eclipse is already active and you enter to him.. Actually attempting to clean the daycare

Which he wasnt doing a half bad job but you knew very well there would probably never be kids there again

Once Eclipse sees you or you speak to him, he quickly approaches you, somehow recognizing you and telling how how dangerous the daycare was currently

Try as you might but Eclipse will really try to stay in the daycare to fix it

Its up to you if you stay longer or not to maybe help him clean more or just talk to him

But you do have to leave at some point, and you did come here for him

Itll take some convincing, maybe a lot, but im sure you can convince him to leave with you

Since Eclipse got little time in the ruined DLC, this will delve a bit more into head canon territory

Sun seemed to understand that the daycare wasnt coming back from its state and Moon… Just seemed to have completely control, maybe even wanting it to stay like that

But with the two now whole again, as Sun basically stated

I think Eclipse knows that the daycare wont recover, but since he was forced to be spilt in two before and maybe almost got dismantled, he didnt want it to happen again

Even if the Pizzaplex was destroyed, he would still try to fix it just incase the workers came back, or maybe something else

You managed to convince him to come with you through whatever means you think would work, which I think getting him to slowly accept the truth would work

He isnt that helpful in your escape but he is giant and flexible

He would help you through rumble and would have a slightly easier time traversing the ruins of the Pizzaplex

A small extra one:

Sun & Moon

When you entered the daycare with your Faz-Wrench.. You first ran into Moon, who attempted to pull you through the play structure, but you knew these two

You shone your flashlight on him and got him away… Though the next time you saw him, it was Sun

Sun knew you could help them and begged you to reset them so that they could finally be whole again

Of course, maybe you knew what this meant or maybe you didnt.. But you were here to help him, and it would be hard to escape with Moon out

And you basically did what Cassie did but on your own

Once you reset him though, now you got to see Eclipse :) (read his section above)

I didnt add Proto Freddy since im not sure what to type for him… And Glamrock Freddy is most likely with Gregory so I did add him, I hope you enjoy :)

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies!

Also, a reminder: since we haven’t watched ch7 yet, I can’t comment on the events or characters related to it in any way deeper than “I love this character’s design”.  Sorry! I’ll keep your asks until we actually watch it.

I’ll also try to write some longer replies tomorrow, so please bear with me.

Anonymous asked:

https://www.tumblr.com/wafflesex/753256745890103296/jade-leech-let-me-rest-i-beg-of-you

Sinful. Sinful. Sinful. Sinful. Sinful. Shame. Shame. Shame. Shame.

We are so excited about his club card, let’s fucking go.

Anonymous asked:

Small question... Did a lot of your older art get deleted from Twitter...? I was scrolling down looking for some of your old Azul/Idia works, and it stops at an illustration of Azul and Jamil?

I don’t think it did (from Katsu’s account everything is still in place on the desktop version), but twitter has been very weird with scrolling in general; sometimes the older posts just don’t load as if you’ve reached the first posts. Sometimes doing an advanced search helps (i.e. searching the posts from this specific account during this specific time period).

Unfortunately, other than that I can only suggest looking through my pixiv, it should be easier to find our older stuff there…

Anonymous asked:

your new twitter header!! i actually gasped when i saw it, absolutely gorgeous and of course, the only fitting true love's kiss for our sleeping beauty <3

You noticed! Thank you, Anon <3 I’m glad you like it.

Unfortunately, we had to let go of our previous header (the last kiss one) because of all the blood (someone finally reported it), but no one is going to stop us from having a Lilisil header hehehe

You’ll see the full image soon! I’m going to post it today. You've guessed the caption as well...

Anonymous asked:

I just saw your female Silver art and it got me curious; would a male Lilia still sleep with a female Silver if there was a chance of pregnancy? Likewise, would he still let a male Sebek sleep with her?

You know, Anon, it’s hard to say. I think I can picture Lilia managing to somehow sit his tiny butt on two chairs at the same time: he would have sex with her, he would train her body well in that regard and teach her all kinds of endurances, but the possibility of her getting pregnant would sound horrible because this is his little girl, that’s just wrong. As if doing all this other stuff isn’t… and you’re still risking it, Lilia…

(But honestly who knows, maybe Lilia is the daughter-breeder)

When it comes to Sebek, I think Lilia would be stricter than usual and mostly because he would really enjoy acting like a tough father of a beautiful young lady with a lot of suitors. This is such a ridiculous spectacle, and such a fun way to tease Sebek who is already super overwhelmed and confused about how he should treat Silver, who would still be his brother in arms even if it is fem!Silver…

In general though, I don’t think Lilia would mind these two having sex and unfortunately would probably tease them endlessly for that. And instead of saying anything about protection, he would sigh and complain about how he isn’t ready to become a grandpa, which would work even better: now they don’t want to have sex at all.

Anonymous asked:

I love Kokichi Ouma too, he and Nagito Komaeda are my favorite DR characters, I even have their figurines. But now Im imagining both working for Azul and driving him insane with Jade and Floyd enjoying/encouraging them.

Oh no, Kokichi and Komaeda working for Azul is an absolute nightmare, please, we don’t want Azul to overblot again..!

Komaeda is going to start ruining every dish because then the customers would be filled with hope that the dish they got isn’t as shitty as the other ones… isn’t hope beautiful?

Anonymous asked:

Okay so, in Vil's Playful Land vignette, i find it so funny how Jade kept making excuses not to ride the rollercoaster and then when they did he was just 🧍 frozen. Given how Jade is, it's interesting how it's implied that he's uncomfortable with heights- in flight lessons, Azul and him are kinda bad at it + Jade in shaking voice says: At least i'm better then Azul, right? HDNSGENS Does Jade Leech have a weakness-??

ANOOOON THIS VIGNETTE! It should be studied under the microscope, this is such a good example of Jade being Jade in such an unusual situation for him…

Jade being invincible is a great concept, but this teeny tiny little sprinkle of fear or uncomfortableness makes him so much better. He really is a fish out of water when it comes to heights…

What I also loved is that one of his voice lines when he basically does the “at least I’m better than Azul, right?” thing AGAIN. I guess this is his reaction to discomfort: to throw Azul under the bus ASAP…

I am so happy Vil got to experience this side of Jade. He deserved it…

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Since now you've seen Playful Land, I can share some opinions/headcanons:

Fellow Honest for certain did some sexy stuff to get by for him and Gidel. Prostitution, stripping, adult videos, whatever he did it and we don't judge him for it.

In the live action Pinocchio it's implied in a carving on Giddy's mallet he and John are lovers so that's something!

I know you're set on tops and bottoms but I personally see Gidel and Fellow Honest are switches who do some fun play

I am 85% sure none of those rides were safe from sexy times even if you want to excuse any of them as sexy video calls on the farries wheel or Fellow and Gidel having fun before hand.

The first one is pretty much a fact, yes, absolutely agree.

Oh god you are right about Giddy’s malled, I had no idea… they really Richie+Eddie’d him, huh.

Can’t comment much on the third one, but when it comes to fun play, they have a lot of fun…

And the last one is also 100% true. They rode every ride in more ways than one. Even the crazier ones that Fellow wasn’t very sure about, but Gidel was so stubborn that he just couldn’t say no; he spoils him rotten after all…

[igelmanz]

"Call me Larissa"

Chapter 1/2

Words:1123

Rating: T/M

Summary: When Larissa catches you staring at her, she thinks it's because you find her repulsive. You're not about to let that stand.

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She was beautiful.

She might just have been the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, you thought. She was more than beautiful, she was ethereal, actually. The way the sunlight reflected off of her silver hair made you ache to touch it. You wanted nothing more than to free it from its intricate up-do and run your fingers through it. Would she like it? You thought about the sounds she would make, blushing at the thought.

Your gaze traveled further downward, scanning over her face, her prominent features, brows furrowed in concentration while she worked. You let your eyes wander, let them take in her lips, coated in red lipstick, and you found yourself wanting to kiss them until yours were the same shade.

And lower…

The expanse of her long neck visible to you. What would it be like to cover it in kisses, some soft, some not as much. What if you left marks on it? Your cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red.

And lower…

You took in the way her dress hugged her figure. She was the spitting image of perfection, but you couldn’t help but imagine ruining her. You imagined her, dress bunched up around her thighs. How beautiful she would look. You sighed, letting your eyes wander upwards again.

Chest, neck, lips, eyes. Eyes that were trained on you.

Her blue ones stared into your own, and you couldn’t help but feel like she was staring right into your soul. Your face burned and you quickly averted your eyes. God, you really had fucked up now.

She was your boss, and you were in a meeting, surrounded by staff members. And all you could think about was how her skin would feel if you ran your hand over it and how her fingers would feel inside-

“Professor, a word, please.”, you heard her say, snapping out of your line of thought. You noticed that everyone had gotten up and was leaving. Except for her. Oh no, you couldn’t handle being alone with her. What had you done to deserve this torture?

“O-of course, principal Weems”, you stuttered out, hoping that she didn’t notice your nervousness. She did.

You saw her rising from her chair, and she kept rising, and rising. You would never get used to this, how tall she was. And you would never stop admiring her, her height only making her more beautiful in your eyes. You were thankful that you were sitting because you knew exactly that you would have gotten weak in the knees at that moment.

She approached you, walking slowly, and you felt like prey under her gaze that couldn’t be describe as anything other than predatory. She came to a stop in front of you, and leaned on the desk that was separating the both of you, putting her hands on either side of your body. You felt like you would die at that very moment. She leaned closer, seemingly searching your eyes for something, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

You couldn’t help the whispered “holy shit”, that escaped you.

It seemed like she had found what she was looking for, because she narrowed her eyes at you before leaning back completely, now taking to pacing around the room. You heard her whisper “Why you, when… nevermind”.

You were confused, to say the least. Carefully, you got up from your chair, not sure what to do, so you just walked towards her.

“Um, principal Weems? Are you alright?”, you asked before flinching violently when she suddenly raised her voice without warning.

“Oh, I’ve had it with you! It’s no use playing nice now, you can drop the act!”, she screamed, startling you.

Ok. What. The. Fuck.

“I’m afraid I don’t under-“, you started before she cut you off, stepping closer with a raised hand.

A beautiful hand. Not the moment.

“You know, very well what I mean, professor.”, she said agitatedly.

You were still just as confused but you let her continue, too baffled to defend yourself. She, on the other hand, seemed to take your silence as confirmation.

“We took a chance with you, you’re our second normie teacher ever, and after last year, after what happened with Miss Thornhill, we placed our hopes in you. I placed my hopes in you! It seems I was mistaken.”, she ranted, and you cringed at the disappointed tone in her voice.

She stared at you accusingly, and you finally found the words you had been unsuccessfully searching for the last minute.

“Listen, I genuinely don’t know what I’ve done wrong! Working at nevermore has been great. I’m sorry for whatever it was that upset you, but if you could just explain it to me, please.”, you pleaded, aware, but not caring in this moment, how desperate you sounded. The idea of upsetting the principal mortified you, and you didn’t want to ruin whatever small chance you hat to get back on her good side.

You saw the confusion that replaced her anger for just a second, but it was gone so quickly that you weren’t sure whether it had actually been there or whether you had only imagined it.

“Don’t be ridiculous!”, she seethed, and with every step she took forwards, you took one back. “I’ve seen the way you look at me!”

Shit.

If she really knew how you thought of her, you were thoroughly fucked. And not in the way you wished.

But she proved you wrong with her next words.

“The fact that you didn’t even bother to hide it. The least you could have done is hide your staring. Do I disgust you that much? Is it the idea of me being shapeshifter? Is it repulsive to you?”, she asked, laughing a joyless laugh.

Well, now she really was going off trail. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it. A mistake, as you soon realized when your back hit the wall and you realized that she had cornered you. She was downright furious now, and it looked like she wanted to make you regret ever taking the job as a teacher here. Her hand shot out, taking your jaw between her pointer finger and her thumb, squeezing, effectively forcing you to look up at her. Not that you had been looking anywhere else anyway.

God, she was hot when she was angry.

“Listen, darling,”, she said, her words dripping with venom, the pet name tasting like poison on her tongue “feel free to do as you please, I don’t care. But there is one thing I do not tolerate, and that is insulting me or other outcasts. To insult me is to insult Nevermore, and I will not have you seeing my school in such a light. Especially if you want to continue working here.”

You stared up at her, not quite believing what you were hearing. Your boss, the Larissa Weems, the woman you had secretly been crushing on since you had begun working here, thought of you as an outcast-hating bigot. This just wouldn’t do.

“You’ve got it all wrong, I’m afraid.” You said, knees weak under her stare, her eyes burning into yours. “I don’t hate you, it’s quite the opposite, in fact.”, you said quietly, your eyes widening as you realized what you had basically just admitted to her.

She seemed to be confused once again, not sure how to take that confession. You felt her grip on your face soften, her hand taking to caressing it now, rather than squeezing. Your face grew hot under her touch.

"Such a curious one.", she murmured, running her thumb over your bottom lip, earning a sharp intake of breath from you.

She was still staring at you with that same intensity, but something was different. She was back to searching again, taking in your heavy breathing and blown pupils. You heard the hitch in her breath and it sent heat rushing down to your core.

“Professor”, she whispered breathlessly, letting you pull her closer to you.

“Principal Weems”, you panted.

“Call me Larissa.”, was the last thing she whispered against your lips before you closed the distance between you with a harsh tug on her dress, crashing your lips together.

She responded eagerly to your kisses, and you felt her hands exploring your body. You moaned into her mouth when she squeezed your breast.

You broke free from her due to your need for air, which gave you time to assess the situation.

Fuck.

You had just kissed your boss. You panicked, you needed this job. What if she fired you for this?

You pushed her away slightly, just enough to slip from her grasp and collect your things from one of the tables. You stumbled a little when you made your way to the door, your legs still shaky from the events that had just transpired.

“I better get going.”, you said, still panting, not daring to look at the silhouette of your boss, still leaning against the wall, not at all pleased with your leaving.

You had your hand on the doorknob, about to turn it when you felt a body pressing into yours, hugging you from behind. You felt her hot breath against your neck. A shiver ran down your spine when you heard a husky voice whisper in your ears.

“I’m not done with you yet, professor.”

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I hope you liked it. The second chapter is written. I'll post it if you guys like this one :)

[obsidiancreates]

From Regular Wednesday To Regular Whimsday

(I still haven't watched past 41 in OUAW, I keep just restarting it, so for the OUAW gang this is just some unspecified time in the swamps of Hither.)

It starts with Witchlight, of course. A patch of mushrooms, a mysterious artifact that could reportedly "open doors to new worlds of possibilities", and the whims of a 20 year old with ADHD and the ability to write whatever the fuck xey want.

And so the artifact shatters in the patch of Witchlight, and Carnival LeCroux find themselves faced with six deeply confused, highly concerned, and bafflingly identical humans.

"Well this is diffrrrent," Torbek says, scratching his head. "Isn't it usually uuus who Witchlight messeees withhh?"

"Must've been that orb thing!" Kremy searches the mud below them by poking his cane around in it.

"Roman, what is this?" The human in the dark shirt and blue-striped tie asks the one in the white-and-red royal-like getup.

"Don't look at me." Roman points at a human with a similar but more elaborate outfit of green and black. "Whatever this horrid imagining is, it must be Remus!"

"Oh, thank you, brother, it is horrible here! But, I didn't do it! Maybe good ol' Daddo did? He's been a frog before, frogs, swamps-"

"Please, Patton would never bring us somewhere this gr-oss!"

"And I really only looked like that because we were talkin' about Frogger." The human in the lighter blue shirt with the gray covering tied around his neck says, wincing a little and adjusting his glasses. "Virgil? Do you know where we are, kiddo?"

"No." The human in the patchwork purple and black hoodie is tense, ready for either fight or flight (probably flight, based on his general vibe). He looks around, eyeing Carnival Lecroux. "And those guys seem way too active to be any imaginary constructs. ... I told you guys we shouldn't have let Janus convince Thomas to have another glass of wine tonight! We're probably in some... weird nightmare because of it!"

"Oh, blaming me, what a surprise." The final human- well, maybe not. While most of him looks human, half of his face is covered with scales. His cheek has a natural slit implying an ability to unhinge his jaw quite wide but only on that side (so he probably can't actually, because his other cheek would be completely screwed if he tried), and his eye is bright yellow with a slitted pupil.

"Slit pupil means he's venomous," Frost warns his friends. "Right, Gricko?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I've never seen a snake-folk before, though, actually."

"He's barely a reptile-folk at all!" Kremy points at the kind of-human. "Either fuckin' commit or don't!"

"Oh, okay, gettin' some strong language here! Let's uh, elt's tone that down, how about, huh?" Patton looks at Remus. "Kinda leaning towards this being you, now."

"What, like I'm the only one who swears between us?! Ro-bro here-" Remus slings an arm around his brother, who quickly shoves it off. "-is the one who came up with Bitchmas!"

"I was in a heated debate! I'm just very passionate!"

"You're a potty-mouth! Even more than me!"

"I have to disagree, Remus. Your deodorant alone is all the evidence I need to contradict you."

"Mmm, but does contradicting me really matter if no-one cares to pay attention, Logan?"

"Oooooh, they've got drama." Twig climbs down from Gideon's shoulders. "This is just like those trashy major images!"

"We are not trashy!" Roman looks at his brother. "Well, most of us are not trashy. And we are not from some... major image!"

"Roman, I don't know that you need to justify us to the imaginary child."

"I'm not a child! I'm a Twig!"

"As in your name?"

"Yeah!"

"Then those are not mutually exclusive concepts."

"Alright, alright, enough of all this!" Kremy points at Logan with his cane. "Y'all explain yourselves right now so we can get a fuckin' move on!"

"Boy, lotta f-bombs being thrown around by this guy." Patton plays with the sleeves of the hoodie around his neck.

"Why would I explain? The only possibility is this is happening within Thomas's mind, so I see no reason to-"

"OH, GREAT FLYNN RIDER'S SMOLDER! Logan, there is another possibility! A whimsical, fantastical, impossible possibility!"

"That... is already a contradiction within itself."

"We... have been TRANSPORTED TO ANOTHER WORLD!" Roman strikes a pose, one arm aloft in the air and the other held close t his chest as he gazes up into the sky.

"That is absolutely impossible."

"Uh... I dunno." Virgil looks down at the mud and swamp ooze clinging to his boots and pants. "I do feel... weirdly solid, right now."

"Yes! Some kind of incredible magic has taken us OUT OF THE REALM OF PRETEND and into a true fairytale!" Roman's eyes positively sparkle.

"First of all, magic does not exist."

The entire Carnival Crew look at each other. These people are either completely insane, or from what sounds like the worst world ever. No magic is like no stones for building, no wood for burning, no air for breathing.

Logan continues. "Second of all, if we have been somehow transported, beyond all possibility and the very logic that makes up my being, where is Thomas?"

Gideon puffs on his cigar. "Quit talkin' between yerselves! Just answer Kremy's fuckin' question, man!"

"The... alligator-man did not ask a question. He told us to explain ourselves."

"Oh-ho my gods! He's worse than Frost!"

Frost doesn't show if he's offended or not. He simply goes, "Mmm."

"I don't care what you say, Logan-"

"Not new information to me."

"-I am going to treat this as a grand magical adventure! Clearly we have been taken away to a world of magic and monstrosities to fulfill some grand quest, and these uh... strange creatures, are the proverbial tutorial for our journey!"

Gideon leans down to Kremy's ear. "Can I punch 'im?"

"Not yet, Gid. But probably later."

"Mmph, fine."

Roman points at the other party. "My good sirs! We are the Sanders Sides, a group of uh- what's the word you use, Logan?"

"Fine, I shall play along until a reasoning more aligned with myself is presented by someone who will actually be listened to. The word I use is Metaphysical, it simply means not actually physical beings."

"Yes! Metaphysical adventurers from another world!"

Frost leans in, intrigued. "What exactly do you mean, you aren't actually physical beings?"

Logan speaks before Roman can give his own explanation- likely for the best, as the words 'Well, nerd,' were clearly to be Roman's next input to the conversation. Logan, instead, matches the energy of Frost with his clear explanation.

"Well, to put it simply we are personifications of various aspects of Thomas's personality and mental processes. Our main function, and reason for existence, is often to externalize an issue that would normally be resolved through an internal examination and investigation."

"Wow, that's uh- that's really quite interesting. And yet you all take on these uh, these-these roles, and personalities, beyond your intended representations?"

"Yes, and the... severity, of these individualizations has increased drastically over the years."

"So you've had a-a growth cycle! You've developed your minds to contain intricacies and um, and greater depth of character, literally."

"Well- yes, I suppose that is not an inaccurate way of stating it, but again we are not individuals. We are not actually capable of fulfilling many of the requirements considered for actual-"

"OH MY GOSHHHHH!" As Patton cuts Logan off with a joyous scream, Logan's huff of indignation goes unnoticed by all but the fascinated Frost. Instead, all attention turns to the creature who has stepped out of the bushes. Giant round eyes, soft and fluffy fur-feathers, a little beat that the leg of a frog is quickly swallowed into.

"I'm going to cry," Patton breathes, hands clasped up by his mouth.

Logan clears his throat and adjusts his glasses. "It is a very adorable creature. And apparently docile, which I assume means it's with these people."

"OH, of course she is!" Gricko throws himself at the adorable owlbear, clinging to her neck with a hug as she muzzles her face into his. "This is my daughter Hootsie, Hootsie T. Cutesie-Grimgrin!"

"Don't you mean pet?"

Gricko looks at Logan with horror. "No! She's my daughter, and a very bright little girl, oooooh Hootsie, he didn't mean it, they must not have adoption in whatever world he's from."

"What? Of course we understand the concept of adoption, but-"

"Well y'all said you ain't got magic where you're from, so it ain't too unreasonable to assume you're lackin' a buncha other stuff as well!" Kremy gestures at Logan with the ground-end of his cane, flinging swamp muck onto the human's shirt.

Logan sets his jaw and looks Kremy in the eyes while flicking the muck off. "Our world lacking in nonsensical magic does not mean it lacks basic concepts such as adoption. I was proposing a correction because, while it is clear anthropomorphic animal-human hybrids are a normalcy here, that... is just a bear with an owl face."

"Hey! You keep shit-talkin' our niece, I'm gonna punch you right in the body!"

"I am not-"

"AWWWWW, you guys think of each other as family?"

Kremy taps the eyehole if his skull cane topper. "Well, I dunno if-"

"Hell yeah we're a family!" Gideon grabs Hootsie, and by extension Gricko, and holds them both in a hug. "Been travellin' together so fuckin' long an' know so much about each other, what else could we be?"

"I mean we could be a group or uh-"

"Ooooooh, but Mr. Kremyyyyyy, Torbek thinks of you all as faaamily."

The screams of the entire collective, Sides and Carnival alike, could deafen someone unused to either party. Twig and Roman especially.

"Oh-ho, geez, man! We forgot you were here!" Gideon thumps Torbek on the back. "You gotta stop doin' that!"

"He does that a lot?!" Vigril, adrenaline leaving him, drops out of his pose to bolt and sinks deep into his hoodie. The words come out more like spittle, forcing their way through gritted teeth.

"Ooooh, Torbek doesn't mean to. People just forget Torbek exists."

"That's not a terrifying notion at all." Janus keeps his cane hoisted up and arm cocked for a swing, just in case. "There's nothing alarming about a seven foot tall glowing monster who can completely vanish from notice without even trying."

"I knew he was still here!" Remus twirls his morningstar and walks over to Torbek, burying his face in Torbek's closest patch of fur and taking a deep sniff. "You reek! It is delightful!"

"Oooooh- huh? Wait, reeeeally? You find Torbek deliiightfuuul?"

"Oh, abso-lutely! What is that smell, I have never whiffed it before! Is it your deodorant? What flavor is it called?!"

"Uuuuuuh, what's deodorannnt?"

Remus blinks up at Torbek with a grin absolutely carved into his face. "You're going to be my new best friend. Sorry Janus!"

"I don't care at all." Janus examines his "fingernails", despite the presence of his gloves. "The title means nothing to me."

"You love me!" Remus begins to literally climb Torbek. "Now let me see these glowing drug implants! This place is a wealth of new ideas!"

"Please do not encourage my brother," Roman says with a look of disgust.

"We ain't, I think he's just encouragin' himself. And trust us, we've tried makin' Torbek a little more presentable."

"Yeah! When he was all tiny in my inn, he got a nice bath and makeover! But it got ruined as soon as he fell out." Twig holds up her tiny satchel-sized inn for Roman to see.

"Your- oh, look at that! Now that is the kind of whimsy and fantastical magic I was looking for!"

"Speaking of looking, let's look for a way home." Virgil is no longer quite so pressed into his hoodie, but the hood is still up over his head. "What is Thomas going through right now? You guys said when I ducked out, things got bad. Now we're all gone!"

"Oh, sweet Tatiana's beignets, he's right! Thomas could be in serious peril!"

"That's assuming our roles as facets of his personality still apply to us at this moment. Given that we have physical forms-"

Remus's head snaps around and he shouts, "You're all aware of your own breathing!"

Everyone splutters and gasps and makes general noises of upset as suddenly Breathing becomes a conscious effort.

"And we've all got heartbeats!" Remus giggles and claps his hands as even more displeasure rings out, and he simply turns back to trying to part Torbek's fur around the implants and see the scars. Torbek shifts uncomfortably, but his ear twitches and his eyes glaze with a bit of relief- Remus is unintentionally helping scratch a few itches and clean some gunk from Torbek's fur.

Virgil has his hand over his heart. "Is mine supposed to be racing this much?"

"Well, everyone has a different resting heart rate, Virgil. Allow me to- oh my goodness. Ahem. No, that is likely because your, well, you, has spiked with Remus's comments."

"Hhhnnnnggg..."

"Okay, Virgil, now would be the time to utilize those breathing exercises you've taught Thomas."

"Little easier to say than do, Logan!"

"Well, simply try."

"Yes, and if the racing nature of your heart causes you other health problems, Gricko may be able to help." Frost gestures at the goblin who, when Torbek had frightened everyone, had dropped from Hootsie's neck and landed head-first in the soft muck of the swamp. Gricko puts up a single thumbs-up, still quite stuck and dazed, though his nose peeks out just enough for him to breath without worry of suffocation.

Logan blinks. "He, is your doctor?"

"Not exactly, he is uh- let me pull him out, actually, he may want to correct you."

Frost does not move to pull Gricko up- but up Gricko comes anyway, a shhhhhplop! following some invisible force yanking him from the mud.

"Oh, thank you, Frosty," Gricko says, his voice becoming mumbled and somewhat slurred at the last word. "Anyway! Um, yes, I am not exactly a doctor, I am a druid. I can help with some basics healings but not everything."

"Like Torbek's various raaashes."

"Ooooh, you have rashes? Where?!"

"Remus, you will get rashes if you touch them," Janus says, reaching up with his cane and swiftly pulling Remus down to the ground. "Having a real body means you can actually get diseases now."

"Oh, Janny, you're saying that like it's a bad thing!"

"Which means real, symptoms? Including things like death?"

"I still don't see the issue here."

"Okay. Does anyone have a leash?"

"Ooooooh, yes, please."

"Eugh."

[technotalksnimien]

Chicquette

Hi everyone! It’s me again, Mien. I’m dropping off my fourth and fifth blog today since I am not that busy and I kind of miss posting here.

I just want to share that 99% in our class got approved in techno! Yes, our pitch has been approved and we will now proceed to our business plan. The last one will do his or her pitch this Friday.  I am so happy that no one gets left behind. Hoping for good results. This blog will be mainly about my techno idea – CHICQUETTE. It sounds very girly and chic, isn’t it? After my first idea was rejected because it already existed, I took my time in figuring out the perfect techno idea. I tried looking online and spent hours there. I never thought that the idea that will bring me success is the one that gives me so much curiosity, SKIN CARE. I am very particular about what products to use on my face, or more like scared. I’ve read so much testaments online of them using a product but at the same time, comments say otherwise. So who do I trust? Are they really sincere in saying that a particular product is effective or they are just doing it for money? Yes, some content creators who endorse products are mostly sponsored, we don’t even know if they are applying it themselves. Is it FDA approved? Safe for all skin types? That was not indicated. I was just curious about skin care that time, but I didn’t give in. I did my own research; some sites weren’t reliable. That was a couple of months ago. Just last year, I finally got the courage to buy myself my cleanser, and sunscreen. I found the perfect match for my skin. Not sponsored but celeteque cleanser and fairy skin sunscreen works best on me. I never had break outs or irritations. And then one time, I realized, why not make this a techno idea? About skin care. I know there are other people who are confused as well, and there are people who are victims of fake products. So I decided to name it – CHICQUETTE, chic and coquette. I made sure to include something novel in my proposal. But before I share the features, let me share first how I came up with the most unique part. I tried searching FDA website online and curious about the process to find out whether a product is approved or not. Clicked cosmetics then search. “fairy skin” and then boom. There were so many results! I couldn’t find the product I was looking for. Like there were too many products that has the same name. If you want to see the product you’ve been looking for, you have to input the company, expiry date, manufacturer, license number I think, and many more. Imagine going through such a long process only to check a single product! What if you were to check 10 more? So that’s how I came up with the search feature in my app, you can use voice search, describe the product or image recognition, take a picture of the product. It will then redirect you to FDA website that contains the necessary information. Other features are:

1. Tracking of Lifestyle and Eating Habits

maintaining a nutritious diet is essential for achieving and maintaining healthy, glowing skin. Eating habits play a crucial role in skincare because they directly impact the health and appearance of the skin. The app will allow the user to input their current diet or the foods that they are planning to eat and the app will tell if it is good or not (will indicate what ingredient will trigger the user’s allergies or possible skin reactions) aside from that, it will also display suggestions of food alternatives that the user can choose from

2. Set up and Personalize Profile

specify your skin type, if you don’t know your skin type, the app will provide series of questions for you to answer, “know your skin type test” , after the test, you will get the percentage break down of skin types, and the one with the highest is the skin type you have. If you want more accurate results, you have to pay for dermatologist consultation (in app purchase). This is crucial so that the app can accurately match products according to your needs Aside from that, the user also needs to input his or her allergies in order to get safer skin care suggestions.

3. Beauty Podcasts

purchasing a subscription will let users join exclusive podcasts or live streams of skin care enthusiasts and dermatologists (includes masterclasses, make up techniques, skin care routines). free users may also be able to access but only once

4. FDA Approved Product Scanner and Voice Search

FDA portal allows searching of approved products on their database, however, there are lots of products with the same brand name which makes it difficult to find immediately. if you want more accurate results, you have to manually type the brand name, company name, registration number, issuance and expiry date TAKES TOO LONG IF YOU WANT TO CHECK MULTIPLE PRODUCTS so now, the app will allow you to scan a certain product. Voice search can also be used. You are to describe a product you want, the specific ingredients you prefer and it will show you the results. automatic speech recognition system (ASR)

5. Community

members can share tips, advice, product recommendations, and experiences, provide a supportive environment for skincare enthusiasts to connect, learn from each other, and stay updated on the latest trends and research in skincare

6. Business model

ads in app purchases, subscriptions/memberships partnership with cosmetic brand

7. Others

the user will be informed if he or she has allergy to the product he or she searched for, making it unable to purchase (restricted) after that, safer alternative products will be displayed. Visual representation of possible effects on the skin of that certain product. the app will show references/facts or research related studies (regarding why a certain product is not allowed or why is it beneficial) app will analyze weather conditions, will remind user to hydrate, reapply sun screen, etc. (user will input the time he or she applied it) chiquette will give off journal/tracker vibe that allows user to monitor their lifestyle.

[linettefox]

How to watch Sally Bollywood in the 2020s?

TL;DR: I wanted to watch an obscure childhood favorite of mine but struggled to find it. Eventually found it right there on YouTube.

RAMBLING INTRO:

During my kid to early teen years, I was obsessed with a show called Sally Bollywood: Super Detectives. I made YTPs, wrote her into a butt ton of fanfiction, and made my PfP on Sonic Amino and Wattpad an image of her. But like most things for some reason I stopped watching it, this has happened a lot with my interests as a child I would make up an excuse like me growing up, worry people would judge me for it, or deem the series as being the devil? (I still don't know how that last one got into my child-brain, it was about Yokai Watch btw). But in the past few years starting from late 2020 onwards, I have started revisiting these things. Some I still have little interest in for actually valid reasons but the important ones have all stuck around. (I.e Yokai Watch, MySims, etc) So my next move is to let Sally back in. But without Quobo the channel it was most known for being on how was I supposed to watch it?

SENSICAL:

Sally Bollywood's first season is streamable in full on what claims to be "the safest free streaming service for kids" Sensical. At first, the layout of this site confused me but once I found the search bar I was good.

This is all well and good but how do I watch season 2? Sensical excludes the second season entirely and Wikipedia has little information on it besides episode names and a few air dates. At first, I thought this meant season 2 was lost media but I have actually seen episode 11 Night At The Museum on YouTube. How did they get the episode?

EDIT: The one I found on YouTube is actually season 1 episode 7 Trouble At the Museum not Night At the Museum. Still, there are season 2 episodes reuploaded onto YouTube so still, how did they get the episode?

PRIME VIDEO:

Likely this is how. In some parts of the world, I'm not sure where the series is available on Prime Video. If you have a VPN and know exactly where it can be found then you can watch it there, I unfortunately cannot. For some reason, they do appear to be missing episode 1 and likely a few others. This will not do.

🏴‍☠️:

The full series is available on a site, just out of order... For the most part, there is very loose continuity so I suppose it doesn't matter which order it is watched but I personally hate this! Everything I watch I strive to watch in chronological order oldest to newest so for me there is no way in hell I'm watching it on this site.

Episode 1 is supposed to be Cockroach Capers.

YOUTUBE:

Finally, after much searching, I found it where I should have gone in the first place, YouTube. The official Sally Bollywood channel has every single episode in both English and French separated in playlists but also combined into hour-long videos and mixed around into compilations. All the Sally you could ever want is right here.

Another thing I found particularly interesting is their affiliation with LoliRock. This is another nostalgic show I have always loved, never in my life would I have imagined Iris, Talia, and Aurianna being friends with Sally and Doowee. The category is translated via Google Translate to: "Other friends for more adventures!". They are also both now connected to Totally Spies which I have not seen but know some people may find that interesting.

IN CONCLUSION:

If you want to watch this obscure children's show after the death of Qubo, here it is! Qubo had a very diverse catalog of shows and when it ended these shows belonged to so many different people who know what happened to them! I hope that all of them at least found a home somewhere whether it's YouTube or a free streaming service. I was so worried this would be partially lost now but glad it is alive. This is off-topic but there are four Sally Flash games I'm not sure of the origins of, I'm not sure how to get them working so that is actually lost media right there.

I do have a plugin that can make some Flash games playable again but it only works for games that have been archived. Anyway, enough rambling I have a show to watch bye!

[eighteenoheight]

Don't mind me, just trying to conceptualize a look for Claire Redfield in hopes of manifesting a Code Veronica remake. Feel free to ignore I'm just writing another essay it's not that interesting.

Starting off with a complaint because duh all I ever do is bitch and moan about everything. This is quite a big gripe I've had that's only gotten worse over the last two weeks. In Claire and Jill's redesigns, yes we know they're kind of twinning with the layered tanktops, skinny jeans and boots. But the bigger problem for me is they don't really give the 90s vibes I'm looking for. There's a nostalgia factor I'm missing here. And I figured out the problem. The skinny jeans, bitch. They go in and out of style quite a lot and unfortunately for Capcom, they were out in the 90s. I did a google search as well as sought first-hand accounts. My mother said absolutely not, and she knows a bit about the fashion trends after her traumatic experience with a pair of green flared trousers back in the 80s. What gets my goat a little is it seems whoever was in charge of these character designs didn't really account for the era or that there would be a miserable bitch nitpicking over something so inconsequential. As a consumer I often want my sweet sweet vibes. My excitement seeing Ashley Graham's pink flip phone in the 4 remake is unmatched and I love to see it. I think it was a prime missed opportunity because at this time the 90s trends are back in. I could go into how confusing it is to see how cyclical the fashions are, not to humble brag but I got super into tie-dye just before it was back in style. Another minor brag that actually annoyed me is I spent hours cutting up and shredding a knitted jumper back in February only to find pre-shredded jumpers are coming into stores now. And those are the only times I've been at least within the current trends, otherwise I don't know what's going on.

But TLDR: Factually Claire and Jill's redesigns aren't giving 1998 and I'm butthurt about it.

Now lets get Claire's original CV look out of the way, will be short because I don't really have anything negative to say about them.

These are among my favourite Claire looks, which isn't hard considering the decade of outfit repeating going on. I just think they're neat. And they actually give 90s. Peep the jeans, we've got the original with straight-leg, and the DSC version has a bootcut fit, both of which were the style. We've got cropped torso pieces which, again, very 90s. We can see differences in the two looks, but overall they're the same framework. Love them, cherish them, praying Capcom doesn't bastardise them. These are good templates for recreations and honestly you could take them in a few directions while still maintaining the spirit of the original.

While we're still on our 90s bullshit lets maybe go into some inspo. Won't do too much with this because I shouldn't really be listened to when it comes to being stylish.

Got a little annoyed trying to find pictures of actual 90s fashions. It's all moodboards and the current trends I was ready to call it a day. Whatever. I wholeheartedly believe Claire would suit the 90s grunge style. Perfect fit for a college student who rides her motorcycle around town picking up chicks. A lot of the vibes I gleamed from the google is the styles tended to be comfortable, casual, and there was an emphasis on layering. Flannel was also a big thing, and I'm not just saying that to project my lesbian headcanon onto everyone else. A more simple-minded reason is Claire's main colour is red and you see a lot of flannel in red. I'm pretty sure there was also a lot of band tees going on, and as we know Claire has a lot of Queen references going on. Food for thought. Also found another image that makes me more upset at her remake design.

Imagine if we got something more similar to this. This might be unpopular and a little bit controversial to say but I wouldn't have minded Claire having a simple red leather jacket and the made in heaven decal on her shirt as a band tee of sorts. That way her jacketless outfit would still maintain her vibes. Just a throwaway thought. This is more my realism brain wanting to overcorrect what I can't unsee as implausible with her managing to have a customised leather jacket, and having a second one too?? Gee, bill! How come your mom lets you eat two wieners? See me complaining and saying a look is pedestrian and basic yet something actually unique I'm like no absolutely not. At least I'm self aware enough to say the two thoughts don't coincide.

Now I'm ready and willing to talk about more specifics.

One of my only problems with the original CV looks are they aren't the most appropriate Weather attire. Allegedly Claire's adventure continues three months after Raccoon City goes boom boom. That would mean it was the end of December when Claire was doing her thing in Paris. Europe gets cold af during Fall and Winter so wtf is she doing wearing short sleeves with her midriff out? Maybe she's autistic like me and doesn't know how to dress for the weather, but I'm not willing to accept that until further assessment of her brain. This is where layering comes in clutch.

This amazing design by (90% sure) Jaeon009 on twitter is essentially the blueprint for what I would like to see. The button-up really adds to the look. For the purposes of Claire not freezing to death I would go for a long-sleeve, maybe a thicker material for extra warmth. Could talk about how great this redesign is but I don't have time or the ability to form words when I'm focussed on something else. Let's just remember where we are in the world at what time and that her OG look wouldn't fare well in a Wintery Paris, let alone when she ends up in the Antarctic.

Next bit is more for me needing to know exactly what's going on, just being a nosy bitch. It will go into her clothes but at this moment I'm wondering what she was doing in those three months. We know at some point Leon told her to fuck off and find her brother, unless the remake canon would change that. My concerns for her safety are would she have been able to go back to where she was living? Would she have kept a low profile in case nasty bitches were after her? In that case would she have gone back to her college or wherever she lived to get a change of clothes? It literally doesn't matter whatsoever but I'd like to know, plus these factors could/should affect the look she's giving us. Perhaps she had to thrift her clothing and she put together what we end up seeing in a hopeful CV remake? Yes, I know I get stuck in the smallest of details. We could scrap this entire section and nothing would change but sometimes I need to get it all out.

I've played around with redesigning Claire (as well as other characters) on the sims 4 that I may post at some point but even with cc it's kind of limited for what I'm trying to convey. Don't draw anymore so that's not happening. I'd love to find some other way of getting what's in the brain put into physical form. That's probably why I feel the need to make long essays overexplaining everything. I really should learn to draw again it would make life so much easier.

Bonus concept art from way back when the original RE2 was in development. Perhaps Capcom should go back through all their old concepts to get some valuable inspo.

[unrelatabledude]

THE GREAT OC ROUND UP!!!!

I might make this two parts orz because of the images but i finally!! got some basic stuff down about my most important ocs. Trust me, I could post the huge group pics too but i Wouldn't have Anything to Say about them!!

LETS GO

NAME: Ryouichi Tenma

AGE: Early Twenties

HEIGHT: 154cm

VIBE: Sleepy, plant obsessed, loves monsters and ghosts and especially Slime. Off-putting and shy, but very sweet. 

LIKES: Mold, fungi and carnivorous plants. Building terrariums and aquariums. Pixel art, cryptids and ghost stories. Frogs, snails and moths.

DISLIKES: Public bathrooms, loud noises. The smell of bleach.

SUMMARY:

Ryoutan started out as a Dangan Ronpa OC, a reserve student who would be thought to be the mastermind alongside his talented twin sister. Overtime, he’s morphed to be less angry and more strange. Ryou lives slowly and relaxed. He suffers from insomnia and reads ghost stories to make himself more okay with what could be creeping in the dark. Ryou is a fat, gay trans man, and has had trouble fitting in at school leading to some really unpleasant phobias. Ryou is probably my oldest OC and he means so much to me. He has been in more AUs than I can count and I refuse to stop <3. Ryou is the ambient man u need in ur life.

NAME: Setsuna Tenma

AGE: Early Twenties

HEIGHT: 156cm

VIBE: Punk rock, standoffish. Knows how to play the piano surprisingly well.

LIKES: Rollerblading, fighting games and sports like baseball and MMA. Cats, Ren fairs. Streams frequently.

DISLIKES: Overlyfriendly people (especially men). Cold weather. 

SUMMARY:

Setsuna started out as Ryouichi’s sister in a Dangan Ronpa killing game. She was the SHSL Astrologer. Now, her backstory has her as an old child star who quickly began to resent the fame. By the time she was in high school, Setsuna would begin getting into physical fights to protect her brother, and ended her career on her own terms. As she's grown up, she enjoys playing fighting games professionally, and rollerblading. Setsuna at her core is an extremely guarded person, believing she hurt her best friend via her own search for recognition in society. She loves deeply, but has a thick prickly outer shell that few can breach. She yearns for someone to hold her, and finds it easier to interact with people who are seemingly oblivious to her resting bitch face and sardonic humor. Setsuna is a bisexual cis woman.

NAME: Ciaran 

AGE: 19-20

HEIGHT: 175cm

VIBE: Repressed Catholic Demon. Anxious and overbearing.

LIKES: The routine of cleaning, the sensation of soft silk. Choir Music. Photography and sewing

DISLIKES: Cramped, dark spaces. The smell of dirt.

SUMMARY:

Ciaran was my second DnD character, but the first I really got attached to. A tiefling abandoned by his mother to a church that hated him, Ciaran’s life has been nothing but heartache and confusion. He serves a deity named the All-Father and has committed acts under duress to serve this deity. He’s pious, and a goody-two shoes, and his arc relies heavily on him exploring himself and breaking out of that cult mentality. Essentially a brainwashed Catholic raised in a magic cult compound, Ciaran is ill equipped to interact with the world in a healthy way. Almost as if someone wants him to end his pilgrimage to explore the world knowing he would stay by the church till the end. Haha, but he wouldn't be the target of manipulation…. Would he?

Ciaran is a transmasc bi guy. His gender is complicated.

NAME: Sorrel(-Sprouted-From-Spring) Augustine

AGE: 19-21

HEIGHT: 155 cm

VIBE: Runway princess. Rough around the edges and mysterious.

LIKES: Warm paths, chocolate. Being on the beach, sailing and fencing. 

DISLIKES: Nudity, slimy feeling things. The smell of incense. The taste of blood.

SUMMARY:

Imagine being sold on the idea of Divine Rights for Kings, in a world where being king means magical control equal to nuclear power. Then imagine that sense of superiority being taken away from you when you realize you will never get it, you’re gay as fuck, you’re about to be married to the worst man you know. I mean, then the only sensible option is to confront your fiance and try to leave right? 

In doing that, Sorrel left her kingdom disfigured and cursed to become a horrible monster, now set to be a dungeon crawler in hopes of ridding herself of her fiance’s influence. Originally a Dungeon Bitchs PC (Runaway Princess), Sorrel is now my main ttrpg character in a Heart campaign (Witch with Deadwalker flavoring). 

NAME: Jun Swiftriver

AGE: Mid Twenties

HEIGHT: 178cm

VIBE: A person who has nothing left to lose. Steals everything, gives nothing.

LIKES: Shiny baubles, hot meals. Jewelry, good fabric. The feeling of a feather pillow. The sensation of water on his skin.

DISLIKES: The smell of alcohol. Flames and ash. 

SUMMARY:

Jun started life out as a DnD concept. A water genasi who grew up as an unloved child in a noble family. When the common people finally took out his father and stepmother in an awful house fire Jun took it as a sign to be exactly what he wanted to be and form a new identity. Unfortunately, living completely destitute limited his options. Today, Jun has sold everything he can and stolen everything not nailed down. He’s the traveling companion of a scholar and relearning how to interact with others from a lifetime of being put down and isolated. Jun is a gay trans man.

NAME: Toulouse

AGE: 18-19

HEIGHT: 178 cm

VIBE: Clown!! Mime!! Jester!! Contortionist!! Don’t look behind you teehee!!!!!!

LIKES: Puppets!! Colors!! Aerobatics!! Gymnastics!! Stuffed animals!!! Real animals!! 

DISLIKES: Getting hurt :<!! Beetroot :<!! Sweeping!!!!!!!!

SUMMARY:

Toulouse is a creepy pasta concept come to life. Found by a traveling circus, Toulouse was unable to speak and couldn’t give himself a name. They decided to name him after the city they found him- Toulouse. Still mostly mute, Toulouse works as an acrobat, clown and contortionist for the circus. The catch being that the circus imbues its workers with magic, and it manifested in Toulouse a strong regenerative ability. Toulouse is a clown that simply cannot die. 

NAME: Vesper

AGE: 25

HEIGHT: 174cm

VIBE: God’s perfect little jester. Mean, off putting and pathetic.

LIKES: The sea, antique dolls, the smell of newspaper. Scarves and coats (bulky)

DISLIKES: Gore, braids, heights, tight spaces. Being Ignored.

SUMMARY:

A Magnus archives oc. Vesper was a mean girl until he transitioned at uni. During this time, he realised that for longer and longer periods he would literally be invisible to everyone, and that he wasn’t just being shunned. Eventually, Vesper spent 2 years being invisible to all of society. A chance meeting with a former victim- someone who could see him and someone experiencing similar changes and powers- set him on the path to discover more about Entities. Now, Ves is a pain in the ass to everyone, and constantly on the lookout. Think about him as the guy whose being infected with every disease at once, so none of them can get to him first. Still able to become invisible and spirited others away into fog.

NAME: Kjell Thorngren

AGE: 2000+ (Elf) Around 40-50 (Human)

HEIGHT: 196cm

VIBE: Sickly sweet incense, a smile that doesn’t reach the eye. I hate you for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid.

LIKES: Old books, cracking codes. The smell of snow and summer.

DISLIKES: Loss of control, dirt. The thought and feeling of pain.

SUMMARY:

Kjell is the enigmatic leader of Ciaran’s church. He takes in orphaned boys and raises them in the far north. His church is in a strange pocket of spring in a region that always snows. Kjell worships a fringe god, The All-Father, a parasitic vine god that has infested his old friend. Many of the boys are unaware of it’s true form, and are forced to participate in ritual sacrifice to it. Kjell is ego-driven, rude and considers himself superior to everyone around him. Deep inside, he feels deeply inadequate and has fostered these children to provide both the ego boost and sense of power over them. Kjell is obsessed with his old love, Caramel, to the point of obsessing over features Ciaran shares with him. A deeply abusive man, Kjell will do almost anything to ensure Ciaran returns to his fold. Kjell is a cis man wizard.

 

NAME: Caramel

AGE: 2000+ (Elf) Around 40-50 (Human)

HEIGHT: 188cm

VIBE: Dionysus, Hedonistic. A poet and muse, an inspiration and a deep well of creativity. 

LIKES: Life's simple and indulgent pleasures, the arts. Bodies of all shapes and sizes, the warmth of a good party.

DISLIKES: Overly clingy people. Rude comments, bad social etiquette.

SUMMARY:

Caramel started out as a backstory character for Ciaran’s main backstory antagonist. Kjell’s childhood friend turned somewhat lover turned murder victim, Caramel was a bright spark in Kjell’s life that really amped up Kjell’s possessiveness. Caramel was a poet, a scholar, easy going and smarter than Kjell, and for that Kjell both wanted to kill and immortalize him. The catalyst for Kjell’s life on the run, his murder and infestation with a parasitic god, serves as the backdrop for Kjell’s false religion. He started out as a nothing character, but I adored the idea and design of him so much that he became a larger and larger fixture in our AUs. Caramel is a bi cis man.

NAME: Von

AGE: 24

HEIGHT: 170cm

VIBE: Aloof older brother. Self serving, but as kind as he can be.

LIKES: MMA, Karate and other martial arts. Making flower crowns. Climbing trees. The clink of coins.

DISLIKES: Dependency. He really dislikes anyone touching his neck and back.

SUMMARY:

The other important church boy. The only boy that would stand up for him, and someone that actively ran away from the cult Ciaran was in. He’s still out there in the world, and often feels bad that he felt like he couldn’t take him with. He shows up a lot more in AUs. Von is a mlm cis man, and a human monk.

Here are all the boys at Ciaran's church (this is super old lmao)

See you for part two!

[court-of-gloomvale]

The Snake Queen: Enchanted Flowers

On that day, children from the sunny village of Duskvale were especially playful. They ignored the warnings and decided to leave the settlement. 

This area has been quiet for a longer amount of time than anyone expected, which made some of its inhabitants drop their guard. Others, however, were more vigilant than usual. 

One mother was a part of the second group. She looked for her son, a young boy named Adel, who had left his house to play with other kids. She was restless. 

Seeing her distress, Raajimera decided to sneak out of the village and make sure that nothing bad happened to him or any other child. 

After a longer while of searching, she finally heard the voices of the village kids. Something seemed to be off. 

The woman hid behind a boulder and looked out from behind it. 

Above the terrified group of children, she saw two strange men. Their shoulders were very broad, and they wore red imperial clothing. There's a good chance these two were scouts from the Hazyan Empire. 

It was the first time she had ever seen anyone from there. Raajimera thought of a plan to protect the children. 

All of a sudden, she noticed someone approaching them. It was Seyed, seemingly trying to fight them off. 

“What are you trying to do?” she thought to herself. 

The two scouts appeared much stronger than him, they had weapons, and he was alone. She didn't want the children to be hurt because of his stupid actions. 

Raajimera poked her pocket. 

“Feng? Would you help me here?”

The snake yawned and turned around. “What? Do you want me to attack them? I could, but I don't have any arms, as you can see.”

“This is not the time or place for jokes” she scolded the snake. “How can I scare these two men away?”

“Only two? Why not the third one as well?” the snake tilted its head. 

“FENG.”

“Okay, okay. This situation calls for an illusion.”

“Go ahead.”

“Can you remember what the air looks like right above a hot road?”

“I'm not sure how it's relevant, but yes.” Raajimera exhaled heavily.

“You got to imagine that your life energy leaves your body and flows the same way. Then, focus a bit more and try to push an image from your head into the flowing river of energy. Do you recall several days ago when we saw a tiger in a cage?”

“You want me to put an image of that tiger out?” Raajimera seemed to be confused.

“Yes, but don't stop at one. Shape your energy into two or three, that should scare them away for good.”

In a flash, three scary-looking tigers jumped from behind the boulder and went towards the scouts. 

They sneaked behind Seyed's back very quietly, but menacingly. The imperial scouts saw them and decided to flee. 

Raajimera joined the kids. 

Seyed shifted his gaze towards her. “Oh, it's you, milady! Have you seen how these imperial bastards ran away at my sight? They didn't stand a chance!” he had great pride in his eyes. 

She didn't want to explain what had happened. The only thing that was important was returning home safely with the children. 

Seyed took hold of her hand and kissed it.

“I promise to protect you forever if you choose me as your king, Milady!”

Raajimera felt embarrassed and quickly took her hand away.

“At this moment, I would like you to do nothing besides help me get the children to safety,” she looked at them. “Are you alright?”

One of them nodded. They appeared fine, just scared. 

The entire group retreated to the village. Mothers were crying, and the children were crying too. 

Raajimera saw the chieftain and decided to talk to him. 

“There is something you should know,” she started. Suddenly, Seyed popped up out of nowhere and interrupted her.

“I spotted two scouts from the Empire.”

“I was about to—”

“I think we should ask everyone to get together and make a plan.” 

She was continually interrupted by Seyed. She wanted to punch him in the face, but the chieftain just agreed with him and left. 

The entire village gathered in a stone circle at the village's edge. Raajimera was about to sit next to them when Feng quietly asked, “Can you please take a moment?”

She hid behind one of the buildings and listened to her snake pal. 

“Could you ask them to create a larger fire?” asked Feng.

“Sure, but what for?” She was surprised by the request. 

“Join them now, I will tell you later.” The snake wrapped itself around her arm.

Raajimera sat down on one of the stones and listened to the chieftain. She looked around and saw that some of the athletes she had seen earlier were sitting nearby. 

She asked them if they could make a bonfire for her.

The men agreed. They were very kind and helpful to her. One of them even brought her something to drink. 

The chieftain spoke a lot. He gave an update on the situation at the village boundary and urged his people to remain vigilant. 

Raajimera attempted to listen to him, but the nearby athletes kept trying to get her attention.

Seyed was watching it from a distance. Fortunately for her, but unfortunately for him, he was sitting on the opposite side of the stone circle. He seemed jealous. 

She lost her focus because Feng was also trying to get her attention. The little snake whispered into her ear. 

“Create some crystals similar to the ones you left on the shrine, but make them bigger this time.”

She didn't have any objections. Instead, she sat by the fire and started making her glass flowers once more.

 Everyone was discussing the safety of the village, but she was captivated by her craft. They had a mysterious appeal, she admired them all. 

Suddenly, someone pulled her out of her trance and she jumped in place, dropping a crystal. 

“I'm sorry! The things you crafted are beautiful, I just came to say that. I've never seen anything quite like it!” It was Seyed, who was hanging above her with a goofy smile. She noticed that the meeting had ended and most of the people left. 

“Oh, thanks.” she faked a smile. “I'm quite busy right now”.

“Oh, I'll take care of my business then. See you later.” Seyed walked away.

Raajimera sighed. “I wish I could mind control him and force him to leave every time he tries to tell me something.”

“I don't think you'll be able to do that.” Feng lifted its snout. “But there is plenty of sand lying around. You could always throw it into his eyes and run before he gets it out.”

“Sound like a plan to me. Can you tell me why you wanted me to make more glass flowers?” She turned to look at her companion.

“I decided to teach you another useful skill. Did you know that now that you can create illusions, you can also enchant these crystals to host them? You could create a tiger gem and leave it somewhere. The illusion of a tiger would persist until the crystal is destroyed!” Feng seemed proud of itself. 

“Interesting. Can I make a crystal that draws water out, for instance?” The woman appeared interested.

“Precisely.” Feng nodded. “You can connect most of your abilities to the crystal.”

Raajimera glanced at one of her flowers. “Does that mean I can also create a quicksand crystal?”

Feng agreed. “I think you could make some enchantments that would help this village. I'll explain how it works.” Feng jumped to the ground. “Just before you finish creating an illusion, focus on the crystal and attempt to draw your energy into it.”

After several unsuccessful attempts and a couple of swear words, Raajimera decided to create a much smaller illusion first. She bound a small image of a cricket to her flower and looked at it. 

“How do I make the illusion go outside the crystal now that it's inside?”

“You should simply place it on the ground.” You could see Feng's shrugging if this snake had shoulders to shrug with. 

Raajimera carefully put her crystal on the ground. A small cricket hopped all around her after a short while.

“This is truly remarkable,” she exclaimed. “I would like to share my gift with the world.”

“What…?” Feng was looking at her with its beady eyes. 

“Do you think the chieftain likes crickets?”

A spark of thought popped onto Feng's face. “I don't know. Should we find out?”

“With joy.” The woman rose and quietly sneaked up to the chieftain's house. 

She discovered a suitable spot to hide her flower. “Goodnight, chieftain.”

Raajimera rushed out of the crime scene and began to question her own actions. “Is it going to cause trouble? Given the current state of the village,” she wondered. 

“I don't think so, it's just a cricket. Leave it there, we got to see how well it works.” Feng cheered her up. 

Raajimera sat on a nearby barrel and looked out over the horizon. She had a feeling that something was coming, and she hoped she could protect her people the way they deserve it. 

Regardless of what that means.