#bit meh on ending

[nicos-archive]

more au shenanigans 2/2

Turns out it would be around a year or so, later. In a completely different setting, outfit and a different style of music. Before, the music had been rather fast and upbeat, if his memory of having watching a bead of sweat trail down into her cleavage had any merit. This time the music was much slower and smoother. Her moves a lot more conservative. Then again, she was wearing a dress (at least he thinks it’s a dress. Her outfits could be strangely complex at times.) with a longer skirt. Her bare legs almost never seen.

Though, he was unsure if he should claim this change in atmosphere, her brother currently being present, or the change in setting. She wasn’t dancing to entertain those at a party in an excuse to let loose herself. She was dancing to entertain a busy inn full of travelers. Either way, he found it much easier to ignore her and actually eat and converse with the others at his table.

Most of them like himself had taken naps when they first got here. Meanwhile, Lina and Andrew had checked out the town a bit. Stocking up on curatives and checking the job board in town in hopes of maybe doing a simple job or two in enhances for some money, accessories, and the like. Which wasn’t a bad idea if he had to admit. They were stretching themselves a bit thin as it was currently. 

So caught up in conversation, he jumped when he felt a breath against his ear. He quickly turned around, embarrassed, ready to take action against his assaulter, only to find Darla smiling at him. His nerves were now askew for a completely different reason. 

“Hehehe. Sorry, I couldn’t help it! You’re just so fun to tease!” Darla apologized. Her grin still fixed to her face. 

“Are you sure it isn’t because Kat punched you last time you did that?” Lina chimed in from the other side of the table. 

Darla just frowned and crossed her arms. He quickly had to look away, least he was caught starting. Before she could say a word, Kat chimed in.

“Sorry again about that.”

“It’s fine.” She excused, before sitting down next to him.

It wasn’t unusual for the two to sit next to each other. He was friends with her brother and her best friend as well. The two people she was undeniable closest too. Then again, she confided in him once that sometimes she felt like they were closer than she was to anyone else. He still cherishes that moment, and he supposes when she had to choose between talking to him or anyone else, she often chose him. So, much so, that sometimes Lina would change their battle formations and place the two together. 

Which only made sense as he’d often walk behind everyone else, claiming as protection in case of ambush. When really he’d wanted to hang back and talk to Darla as they traveled. He was pretty sure Lina had only allowed it because she caught on to his crush on Darla. Part of him wanted to be embarrassed but, he was more grateful than anything. 

He gave her a smile, one that she could actually see for once, and she smiled back. 

“So, are you two done for the night?” Andrew asked from across the table.

Darla quickly shook her head no. “Just taking a small break! It’s really tiring to dance, you know? Especially all by myself?” She then pouted.

He had to look away from her yet, again, least he fantasied about her lips again. 

After that, she joined the group in light conversation for a bit. It didn’t last too long however before the rest of the group decided to call it a night and head to bed. Andrew had originally planned to stay up and wait for his twin to be done officially but, he assured him that he would take up the task instead.

Despite the fact that his best friend had caught on to his crush on his sister, he had yet to do so. Which was very useful at times like this, when it would give him a chance to be mostly alone with her.

After her brother left, her danced seemed to be a bit more sensual. Or was he just imagining things now that he was alone at a table with nothing more than his thoughts and his crush across the room to entertain him? 

He tried not to dwell on it much. She had only danced to 3 or so more songs before calling it quits. After which a male patroon had come up to her. Maybe her dancing really was sensual, or maybe he had fallen for her too in only a short amount of time. Whatever the answer maybe, he quickly got up and pulled Darla close to his chest.

“Sorry, but she’s taken.” He glared. 

Well, at least her brother would be proud of him. Never mind the fact he was doing this in his interest. 

The stranger just took a step back as he put up his arms. “My bad.” Was all they said before they turned tail and ran.

He stared at them for a while, not realizing he was still holding Darla till her soft voice reached his ears.

“Mattie?” She looked up at him with a soft blush.

“Oh, um, sorry!” He quickly let go and took a step back from her. Before anything more could be said, someone cleared their throat behind them.

“Wellllllllll, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to bed.” Janne spoke up. He then walked past the two. 

He had missed the wink he had given to Darla but, he had heard his words clear enough.

“You lovebirds don’t stay up too late!” 

So focused on hiding his blush, he had almost missed the way Darla seemed to react the same. He had never braved the thought of pursuing her. She seemed to have many admirers after all there was no way he could stand out from them. But maybe he was wrong all of this time?

“Um, Mattie? Why did you do that?” It’s now that she finally looks at him. Her gaze holding an emotion he’s too doubtful to name.

“What do you mean?” He hopes his act of playing dumb actually works.

She just sighs and looks away. “Never mind…”

Shit, he played too dumb!

Without thinking, he grabbed her hand. “I just wanted to… protect you.” He said, honestly.

“Because my brother told you too?” She questions, still not looking at him.

He shook his head. “No. Because I care about you.” 

“Well, I can take care of myself. You know that.” She finally looks back. Her tone had been along the lines of annoyance rather than anger. Still, she looked a bit sad to him.

“I know that. It’s just that… I care about you.” He said, a bit quieter. Now looking away.

“How much?” 

“What?” He sputtered. Not expecting that response.

“How much?” She asked again.

“Um…” He trailed off as he looked back at her. This time into her eyes and she seemed to be searching for something.

“Do you care about me more than anyone else?” She asked, her tone so pleading.

He couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He took a step closer and cupped her cheek. “I love you.”

As soon as he got the words out, they both leaned into a kiss. They kept it short and chaste. Mainly because of the wolf whistle someone let out. They had completely forgotten they weren’t alone in the room.

“Um…” Darla spoke up nervously but, seemingly, quickly lost courage.

He gently rubbed her cheek again with his thumb. “What is it?”

“Well, we are both in separate rooms and sharing it with others tonight. I kinda wanted… to be alone with you for a bit. Talk this out.”

He had to admit he wanted to do the same. Even if they both loved each other, there was a lot to discuss. Like, what were the boundaries and the like. “That’s a good idea.” He quickly agreed. “Maybe the innkeepers could spare us a room, maybe?” He suggested.

“Well, I don’t think that’s possible. The rooms are all filled now and… I was thinking that I’m a bit sweaty right now. I could really use a bath so…” She trailed off for a bit, and he wasn’t really sure where she was going with this.

“Maybe we could take a bath together? The bathhouse should still be open.”

Oh…

Oh

Looks like she had completely different reasons for wanting a bit of privacy. 

“Let’s go.” He said, quickly, as he grabbed her hand and walked out. 

The two were eager to further the relationship. Finally, after years of pinning after one another.

[ganondoodle]

the closer we get to arcanes finale the more worried i am bc so often .. if not always .. things i like end in a way that i dislike so much it ruins everything else for me

and im so worried they pull a 'this is a multiverse' thing bc then they can say every skin is somehow canon bc its all different universes you seeeeee and jayce went mad bc he lived through all of them or something, or force it to end in a way that makes the champions end up like they are in game- Vi is a shitty cop, Jinx is just heehoo craycray bc xyz etc

[artsy-1diot]

drawing kudos managers as I beat them part 7 (+satellite investors)

IM FINALLY FREE FROM THIS DRAWING OH MY GOD i had to learn how to draw skelecogs just for this drawing and it took like four days to make.

also fun fact one of my besties is named nix :3

[sportsthoughts]

Day 62 of offseason gifs - In The Room S04E07

[zours025]

I am not finishing this because im fucking lazy so take this now too okay!!!

Alts and the like under here + One amputee iggy stump (???) warning IDK1!!!11!

[shesmyscar]

so maybe when you kiss me, i can let you see me cry

summary: agatha reluctantly has her first sleepover

read on ao3

[whiskers-my-beloved]

Hi! Not sure if you already read it before, there's an interview of Kenichi Iwao, old writer and designer for RE1. He mentioned about his idea of Wesker as a person which I thought pretty interesting. I'm not keen posting on my personal acc, I hope I don't bother you https://www.crimson-head.com/interviews/kenichi-iwao

Q: What is the full story of Wesker including his ultimate goal and duties in the mansion as researcher and chief security officer?

KI: I imagined that he was in a special forces setting. Unmarried with no siblings, but was born into an ordinary American middle-class family. However, he was already too formed and believed the world to be worthless. He was a genius with scant feelings. He enjoyed ordinary family vacations, even displayed excellent grades in sport, but his heart was always cold and he was acting to blend himself into society. He was a clear-headed but tragic individual lacking human emotions. The only way he could live was to self-affirm his intense elitism.

Wesker was using the giant organization Umbrella and had his own separate ambition to create a second humanity of his own design. For that reason he believed that the Tyrant, which produces the Tyrant Virus, would also be useful as a resource to threaten Umbrella. Umbrella's aim was to sell the Tyrant to every country as a weapon and take advantage of every nation's weakness and substantially control them, but as they advanced that plan, Wesker aimed for another objective... To filter humanity using the Tyrant... he was scheming mass extinction and forced evolution. Ultimately the Tyrant was going to gain the ability to manipulate the virus and design living things. It was a “Creator.”

So to Iwao's vision in early days, Wesker has been always a disturbing nutjob from the start, even before his new background "Wesker children" came to existence in RE5. Even RE1 novel written by SD Perry, Wesker is described as someone who brings a something-is-not-right kind of feeling towards anyone with a decent sense of intuition, mainly Chris and Jill, even though he acts "normal" outside. And he's also enamoured with tyrant, your comic is spot on when you focus on Wesker's obsession with tyrant haha

Hello there! First of all thank you so much for this ask. And apologize for taking so long so answer you anon ;×;

And you could never bother me anon! It's all okay, I really don't mind getting asks (as my bio says, asks open) and if you all like to be anons instead of using your mains to ask that's all okay too ❤️

This was very interesting. Albert Wesker from back then RE1 to know changed a lot I feel. He didn't feel particular special back then in re1. He was just a guy that was stupid enougg to get killed by his creation. Well he didn't make T-002 personally I think.

All the added backstory for him is cool don’t get me wrong. The whole bit about him being a Wesker child , how much of a bastard Spencer was. He got a living sister and a son too. Shame we never got too see any of them on screen together ;×;

With my wesker x tyrant reader comic I wanted to show how of an obsession he has with them. I played the og RE1 and he really gave me the vibe that he *really* cares for it. And the way he died was so pathetic...like man I would feel bad for him if the translation and voice acting weren't so bad.

The outwordly normal guy but reqlly fucked up on the inside is really cool to me. They were all surpised about his betray and pissed. So he wasn’t a bad captain to his team. If only the game wasn’t so bad at showing this. I am pretty sure most people understood he was the bad guy, the way he dressed and acted were so sus. How I wish the game tried to hide it harder that Wesker was the main bad guy ;×;

Anyways, I do think that given the chance he would create a new tyrant that listens to himm 100%. Worst case and it goes berserk he killd it and restarts again. The tyrant reader in the comic got lucky in a way. Wesker thought it was a failure at first glance. Turns out the tyrant reader had fallen inlove with him

[ruffled-serpent]

Experimenting with shrinky dinks. Made a brightbeast!

[dipendenteconad]

[[Ignore me yapping about LiuHan once again]]

Kinda NSFW-ish towards the end?? Idk, but in case you've been warned.

Intensively thinking about Bi-Han and his brothers returning to their camp at night after a mission that couldn't have gone more wrong, and Bi-Han fucking losing it. Deep down, he acknowledged that the three of them, and their Lin Kuei group overall, did everything they could and that their mission was a lost cause before it even began, but he couldn't help being disappointed, nevertheless, not only with his skills, but also with his brothers'. It infuriated him thinking that someone challenged them and survived to tell the story, and he couldn't help but wonder what their clan thought of their leader, now that they saw him lose so miserably. Like it was usual for him, he ended up taking his anger out on anything and anyone he saw: he screamed, threw insults and some fists like he was 5 years old all over again until, eventually, Kuai and Tomas joined forces and told him to kindly go fuck himself if all he had to do was argue and complain. It was useless to fight over something they didn't have control over anymore. Their first try failed, period. Now, they had to stick together and stay focused if they wanted to actually put an end to their mission and catch the guy before they were to lose his tracks.

Mission that, of course, was assigned by no one if not Liu Kang himself. Bi-Han then, as Grandmaster, had the job to visit him and tell him how things went (even if useless considering that he'll already know the outcome. Probably, he even expected them to fail).

Then, I imagine Liu finding an angry Bi-Han at his Fire Temple, so lost in his wrath that he didn't even make sense as he talked: with quick words and a croaky voice he explained to Liu why they couldn't complete the task they were entrusted with; still, all while omitting the parts where he was the one to misjudge the situation. While normally Bi-Han would bow and calmly ask for forgiveness, still staying as much professional as he could, now the cryomancer was so angry that he didn't care about ranks anymore, as he entirely ignored Liu Kang trying to participate in the conversation. He just complained and complained, like a broken record, and if Liu tried to answer, Bi-Han just talked over him to get defensive and bitter.

It was already a couple of hours that Bi-Han was at Liu's temple, and the God has never heard him talk so fucking much?? But, at the same time, Liu Kang noticed that Bi-Han was getting tired, and that the only thing keeping him on his feet was sheer frustration. So, as a last resort, he tried to get him to relax by inviting him in his room to let him rest his head on something soft, as Liu knew that was the only thing he needed to have him fall asleep on the spot. He couldn't speak with Bi-Han in the state he was at that moment: only after he'd have rested, he could have talked to him about the mission.

Except that Bi-Han didn't seem to like his idea, despite Liu Kang convincing him to catch his breath on his bed; one moment he was talking about Tomas, the other he was still insulting their target. For how much patience Liu Kang was gifted with, he, too, was starting to have enough. It wasn't like the Lin Kuei had just let World's end happen. There was no reason for Bi-Han to get that worked up. As a distraction, while Bi-Han was finally resting with his back flat against Liu's mattress, the latter sat next to him, and gently started stroking the man's black hair with his fingers, even getting some of it out of the tight bun, just see how Bi-Han would have reacted: with pleasure, he found that Bi-Han was welcoming his touch, and he didn't snatch his hand away, like he would have normally done. Deciding to test his luck furthermore, Liu Kang then slowly caressed the man's face as well, feeling that his cheeks had warmed up with the way he had been yelling moments before.

Now that he was calming down, Liu Kang finally had the opportunity to talk back: he decided it was best, for now, to just reassure him. He told Bi-Han that their target wasn't someone who needed them to take immediate action, and that the only reason he was able to run off was because the Lin Kuei wasn't familiar with his fighting methods, so they let themselves be fooled; but, now that they were more aware, the next time they'd have surely destroyed him.

Bi-Han had stopped talking for some time, as he was listening to Liu Kang's soothing voice with half-closed eyes. Even if he seemed so, Liu knew he was far from relaxed. So, at last, he bowed his head and kissed Bi-Han chastely on the lips as a sign to finish there the conversation and invite him to rest together, but as he was still bent over him, Bi-Han quickly grabbed him by the back of his neck to force him into another kiss, this time a more passionate one. Without the heart to turn him down, Liu Kang reciprocated until their short make-out session left both men breathless. Even if Bi-Han had always been rougher in bed, this time he was even more aggressive as he kissed Liu with force and hunger, biting his lips until he drew blood and forcing his tongue inside the other's mouth.

Without letting Liu the time to do anything, Bi-Han changed their positions and quickly got up to press bites all over the God's exposed neck like he didn't want to leave a single piece of skin unravished by his lips; meanwhile, his still gloved hands traveled the other's body and hastily helped him get out of his clothes. Bi-Han had gotten so impatient that he didn't even care where Liu's clothes landed once he threw them across the room.

Curious by the sudden change of atmosphere, Liu Kang let Bi-Han do everything he wanted; the bites felt good, but hurt with the same intensity. At last, he found himself yanked hard against the mattress with his chest bared and Bi-Han looking down at him like he was starving and Liu was the first piece of meat he had seen after weeks. (Well, probably they hadn't gotten intimate in some time, but he certainly didn't image Bi-Han to be that desperate).

Bi-Han insisted on assaulting Liu Kang with kisses, not even caring about the way he was already getting some sounds of approval out of the other's throat. There was no tenderness in Bi-Han's touch, clearly he was just chasing his own release, but Liu didn't seem to care: his lover was trying to relieve stress, and who was him to tell him no? Besides, he liked to see just how desperate the Grandmaster could get only for his body.

One thing led to another, and the two men both found themselves nude. Bi-Han's thrusts were brutal and graceless, and his moans were louder than usual. Liu Kang didn't even come, but he didn't bring himself to care as the only thing he was focused on was hugging the man above him and caressing him as he was being devoured alive.

Once Bi-Han was finished, he looked like a different person compared to the first time the two saw each other that night. His hair was a mess, his lips were swollen and tainted with both their blood, and his back was covered in scratches. He looked at Liu Kang one last time, noticing that he had left him in an even worse condition. Before the tiredness finally took over his body, Bi-Han leaned in to press a last, soft kiss on Liu Kang's lips. It was the sweetest one he had ever received.

The morning after, Liu was the first one to wake up, with too many marks on his body, which he didn't know how to explain, and a pain that made all his muscles throb. But, despite everything, he was smiling, seeing Bi-Han sleeping next to him with the most serene expression he had seen on him after months of being together.

[r0semultiverse]

I’m so serious when I say that I hope that The Umbrella Academy comics have a more satisfactory ending & don’t have as much character assassination. ☂

[halenhusky309]

Elita-1 in Transformers : One, well, you're just okay. You did your job and fulfilled your role in the movie. But other than that, I don't find you outstanding. You reminded me of black widow from MCU...

Somehow, Bumblebee, with his extremely talkative tendency, kinda charmed me a bit (just a bit) and made some sense because of his circumstances.

[ofdarklands]

accept no substitutes!

mitr'a: and he did, but not thanks to that. presumably. i don't know how clones are born. sprouted? spawned?

erik: too many fists to the head, clearly. clones? xande is quite dead!

mitr'a: correct

erik:

ok moon landing denier

mitr'a, bored: i would prefer not to

hey it's sphene 0.1. bit of a meh duty, but i enjoyed hitting him with the moogle fists. squeak squeak

local man punched by shitty adult alphinaud, who is quoting spiderman. truly widargelt cannot fall any lower. i mean erik's right but still

it IS funny that we open the seventh chakra right beside midgardsormr though. hello dad. yes,first as a dragoon and now as a monk i am once again here, dragoning it up

i cannot begin to explain to you how much that is not so

i do NOT want your sweated through clothes. gross. put that thing back on

[ganondoodle]

(Original art) Xaror, any pronouns, species (?), age (?)

short summary about them; they act as both an antagonist and an ally since they are only really interested in what they want or whats fun to them, they are immortal and call themselves 'death itself' since they have a special connection to souls (being the only one able to communicate with them) and the ability to seperate souls from their bodies in such a way that nothing can harm the soul afterwards their main goal is to .. bother and disturb the 'celestials'*, which they hate, as much as they can, breaking into their palace, freeing prisoners, destroying research, destroying the place, and most importantly, making as many souls unusable to them as possible-

they dont want to destroy the celestials though, they cant fight them anyway and this game of doing 'good' only with the goal of annoying them is their most treasured activity, so Xaror doesnt intend to stop them from killing or hurting anyone, only from harvesting what they are actually after (though Xaror doesnt actually care as little as they think they do about people, and has a soft spot for demons)

most of their appearance is later into the story; Zaphira (the empress) had been in coma and the medical facility she was treated in was destroyed by Shargon (orange eyed demon who acts as her bodyguard for the first part) in an attempt to save her from her estranged relatives taking over her country after they heard of her decline in health, she is believed dead but washes up on the shore of the mountain Xaror resides at years later (it has a reason, too much to write here) and they slowly nurse her back to health, the reason they give for it is that they found their first encounter very fun, thats all (is it?)

(more lore under the cut bc this is already so long .. im trying to keep it short q-q ......... this is stuff i have been working on since i was a kid so uh, some things might be cheesy but i cant change them anymore ..)

just to get some basics out of the way; theres three worlds, the celestials palace, human world and demon world, each are their own planet connected via different gateways

*celestials (possibly not final name, loosely based on angels) are the last remaining "survivors" of their planets demise, when their world died the most powerful among them cannibalized the weaker to sustain themselves until there were only less than 10 left, who each turned into different beings from it and dont resemble their own people much anymore, they built a palace from what was left on their world that protects them from space as its atmosphere collapsed shortly after- however they still needed something to live off; they discover the human world and are delighted to find rather short lived people with powerful souls, the best kind of sustenance for them (now), they aim to herd them like cattle, but a problem arose when it turned out another world has long been in contact with the human world; demons

demons are semi immortal creatures that act as protectors for their world, protection they extended, more or less secretely, to the human world ensuring them a long and secure life- the celestials need them to die at their whim though (demons are few in numbers, hard to kill and rarely have offspring, not an ideal target); as they worked out a plan on how to get rid of demons one of the celestials, Xanthriel (time) grew somewhat fond of people as they spent alot of time in the human world to observe and research them; in the end turning on their own completely, but losing the fight against Uriel (knowledge)

Xanthriel was supposed to be executed for their betrayal, but it doesnt work, instead they are splintered into many parts after a lot of struggle, most body, memory and most strength is one part (ending up as motionless forever bleeding corpse kept locked up in the palace), the rest is some time later gathered together and reforms as a seperate, weak mockery of them, they embody Xanthriels emotion- Xaror, without memory, strangely cut to pieces (hence all the missing limbs and broken halo) but driven by an unstoppable desire to disturb the celestials (they live seperate long enough to each become their own person, at some point Xaror discovers Xanthriels body after all and they merge back together, though as they are now two, Xanthriel only takes over once directly after merging, stays silent for a long time and lets Xaror be themselves, only later revealing that they are there at all .. hiding perhaps- i rarely have specific ideas for voices, but Xanthriels is like, like coarse rocks being violently rubbed against each other, less voice more noise)

(also, the celestials use Xanthriels blood from the day of their execution to create a plague that nearly wipes out all demons, only the youngest of them survived, effectively robbing them of everything, culture, history, knowledge etc- as demons rarely have children, like a complete restart of their society, they disappeared from the human world, and over time being largely forgotten as actually existing- the celestials wanted them all gone however, so they kept kidnapping them to try and find somethign that would work similarly against the young ones too (and then in general, bc the only usable blood of Xanthriel was from the day of their fall, and that has long since been used up) one of the young ones was Shargon, he was the only one still alive from his group

(also, the celestials use Xanthriels blood from the day of their execution to create a plague that nearly wipes out all demons, only the youngest of them survived, effectively robbing them of everything, culture, history, knowledge etc- as demons rarely have children, like a complete restart of their society, they disappeared from the human world, and over time being largely forgotten as actually existing- the celestials wanted them all gone however, so they kept kidnapping them to try and find somethign that would work similarly against the young ones too (and then in general, bc the only usable blood of Xanthriel was from the day of their fall, and that has long since been used up) one of the young ones was Shargon, he was the only one still alive from his group (he wasnt the strongest or special, he was jsut the last in the row and always got the lowest dosage) when Xaror found them in yet another break in into the palace and got him back to the demon world .. where he was promptly blamed for the others that were taken and treated like a pretender/fake/spy bc what he got put through changed his eye color (something that demons cannot change in any form) to one that does not exist among 'real' demons (orange ... notice the inner color of Xarors broken halo? :) ), some even suggesting killing him, but none of them were brave enough to do it (they were all kids still) .. except Eadrya (the big blue-ish one, largely regarded as the strongest demon alive) but Shargon managed to escape, and since then lived largely in isolation- this is part of why he is so hated, and why he starts to spend so much time in the human world after rediscovering the pathway there)

[elliottexists]

right its been long enough for people to chill out, lets be honest that finale was a bit shit

[shalpilot]

YEAH GET HIS ASS i mean nooo!!! oh no!!!!!!

sorry for the multiple pieces abt zenos kicking his ass i just liked those encounters a lot. what a freak i think he’s awesome lololol

[acidicsketches]

‘Zoola