#but this is... different. its beautiful. its art. it will live on.

[hrrtshape]

THE REINTRODUCTION OF SHIFTING. AGAIN, BUT BETTER.

welcome to chapter four of HRRTSHAPE’s series of: REMINDERS WHEN YOU’RE DOUBTING SHIFTING. in this episode, we’re going full renaissance here. wipe the slate clean, scrub off all the doubts and stale ideas about shifting. let’s reintroduce it like it’s a completely new, fresh, shimmering concept—like you’re hearing about it for the very first time. deep breath; let’s romanticise.

close your eyes for a second and think of everything you’ve ever wanted—love, adventure, beauty, peace, power, or maybe just something more. now imagine this: it’s all real. not “real someday” or “real in a dream,” but right now, existing alongside you, as vivid and tactile as the air you breathe. that’s what shifting is.

shifting isn’t some faraway magic trick or reserved for “chosen ones.” it’s a birthright, a gift that’s stitched into your soul. you’ve been shifting your whole life—daydreaming, losing yourself in a book, imagining a different outcome. the only difference now? you’re doing it on purpose.

𖥻 SHIFTING REALITIES — A COSMIC ‘REBIRTH.’

picture this: the universe isn’t some sprawling, chaotic expanse of stars—it’s a canvas. every thought, dream, and desire you’ve ever had is a brushstroke on that canvas. shifting is you grabbing the brush, dipping it into the richest hues of your imagination, and painting a world so vivid, so electric, it becomes real.

forget the old definitions. shifting isn’t about "leaving" or "escaping"—it’s about expanding. you are a multidimensional artist, and your soul is fluent in all the languages of existence. shifting is merely the act of walking through one open door, knowing there are infinite others.

throw away everything you’ve heard about shifting being “hard,” “technical,” or full of rules and checklists. that old narrative is out. we’re turning this into an art form, a love letter, a secret rendezvous with the universe itself.

shifting isn’t about bending reality—it’s about flowing into it. like slipping into a warm bath, like sinking into the perfect chair with your favourite book, like catching a breeze that carries you somewhere you’ve always wanted to go.

the truth? you’ve always been a shifter. every time you dream, every time you imagine, every time you ache for something so deeply it feels like you’re there—guess what? you are.

𖥻 A SHIFT IN THE SHIFTING NARRATIVE.

think of shifting not as a process, but as a natural state. like breathing, dreaming, or falling in love. it's not forced. it’s the sweet surrender to the flow of everything you already are. it’s like tuning a radio—every possible reality exists simultaneously, and you’re just clicking over to the station where your song is playing.

you’re not “creating” a new reality. you’re choosing one that’s been waiting for you. like a home you’ve never been to but always known.

𖥻 A SHIFTING ISN’T ESCAPE; IT’S EXPANSION.

let’s address the elephant in the room: shifting is not about “running away.” it’s about opening doors. think of your life like a mansion—shifting lets you walk through all its rooms instead of standing in the same hallway forever.

shifting is freedom, but it’s also depth. it’s not about abandoning your cr (current reality); it’s about realising you’re more than it. you’re vast. you’re infinite. shifting isn’t about escape—it’s about rediscovery.

𖥻 THE SOUL OF SHIFTING: WHAT IT TRULY MEANS. 

at its core, shifting is an act of becoming. it’s the moment where you say, “yes, i deserve this. yes, i believe in this. yes, i choose this.” it’s like poetry in motion, a dialogue between you and the cosmos.

when you shift, you’re not just entering a new reality—you’re aligning with a version of yourself that’s been waiting for you. a version that’s already thriving, loving, and living the life you’ve dreamed of. shifting is coming home to yourself in a thousand beautiful ways.

𖥻 HOW TO FALL BACK IN LOVE WITH SHIFTING.

⋆  START FRESH. let go of every heavy expectation. burn the old rules. shifting isn’t a checklist, it’s a feeling. approach it like a blank canvas—no pressure, no judgment. let it feel new, exciting, easy.

⋆  LET DESIRE BE YOUR GUIDE. desire is the most powerful force in the universe. it’s the spark that fuels creation. when you feel that aching, beautiful longing for your dr, don’t smother it with doubt—lean into it. let your desire be the compass that pulls you toward your dreams.

⋆  ROMANTICISE EVERYTHING. treat shifting like the romance of a lifetime. write love notes to your dr. light a candle and imagine your dr self lighting it on the other side. play music that feels like an anthem for your new life. make it dreamy, intimate, and deeply personal, because your dr is personal.

⋆  PLAY, DON’T STRUGGLE. shifting is supposed to feel fun. if it starts feeling like work, you’re doing too much. approach it like a child playing pretend—lighthearted, curious, and free. children don’t ask themselves, “am i doing this right?” they just do. remember, all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. 

𖥻 A METAPHYSICAL INTRO: SHIFTING AS SCIENCE AND 'MAGIC'.

shifting isn’t just some abstract idea—it’s grounded in real science. let’s nerd out for a sec:

⋆  YOUR BRAIN IS A PORTAL. your brain doesn’t know the difference between reality and imagination. when you vividly visualise yourself in your dr, your brain literally starts rewiring itself to match that reality. neurons fire, connections strengthen, and BAM—you’re building a bridge to another world.

⋆  QUANTUM THEORY, BABY. in quantum physics, every possibility exists simultaneously. shifting is just you collapsing one of those possibilities into existence. you’re not “creating” your dr—you’re choosing it.

⋆  ENERGY ALIGNS WITH INTENTION. where your focus goes, energy flows. every time you think about your dr, you’re sending out vibrations that pull it closer. you’re a magnet for your own dreams, babe.

𖥻 METHODS? LET’S KEEP IT SIMPLE. 

forget complicated methods with 27 steps. shifting is natural, so let’s treat it that way.

⋆  THE DAYDREAM METHOD. sit somewhere comfy, close your eyes, and feel yourself in your dr. don’t force it—let it unfold like a sweet daydream.

⋆  THE SCRIPTING METHOD. write down your dr in ridiculous detail. where do you live? what’s the weather like? who’s the first person you’re meeting when you get there?

⋆  THE LADY GIRL METHOD™: just fall asleep imagining your dr self tucking you into bed. that’s it. let the rest happen on its own.

𖥻 REDEFINING SUCCESS IN SHIFTING.

success isn’t about waking up in your dr on the first try. it’s about the little moments:

⋆ feeling closer to your dr than ever before.

⋆ catching glimpses of your dr in dreams.

⋆ feeling a deep sense of calm and knowing that it’s all possible.

every time you visualise, affirm, or even just think about shifting, you’re planting seeds. and seeds take time to bloom. trust the process. trust, trust, trust the process, and most of all….trust yourself !!!!!

𖥻  FINAL THOUGHTS: SHIFTING IS YOURS

you don’t have to earn shifting. you don’t have to prove you’re worthy. shifting is already yours—it always has been. it’s your natural state, your gift.

so let go of the rules, the pressure, the doubts. breathe. smile. and step into the infinite, knowing that wherever you go, you are the creator of your own universe.

[soscarlett1twas]

Sakuverse Characters x My Fantasy World

For roughly seven years now, I’ve been developing a fantasy world: I’ve vaguely posted about it before. But, for a while, I’ve been thinking about what the Sakuverse characters would be like within my curious little world, and it’s an AU I’ve come to adore. So I wanted to share it with you all.

But this is still the internet, and y’all are still strangers. So to protect the details, I've decided to alter the names of countries, people, places, etc, as well as remove certain specifics. I retain that this is not a post for inspiration or something to draw from. Worldbuilding is an art done by consenting minds, and my efforts are not yours. Besides, there is nothing more beautiful than your own work coming to fruition.

With that being said, I hope you enjoy this glimpse into my paracosm. <3

Quick Notes On Worldbuilding:

Geography

I’m currently reworking my actual map and ngl, maps are one of the easiest things for people to steal and pass off as their own, so take this very rough illustration of what my world looks like (I swear it gets better from here). And yes, I will be referring to the continents via their silly names on this map. I think it’s funny.

Magic

Magic is not an infinite resource in my world. There are five “spheres” of magic, each pertaining roughly to a continent (the northern and southern wastelands share one). I only explore 4/5 here. Each sphere has a basin for the magic to be drawn from, and each basin takes on a different form, corresponding to the type of magic:

Kachow’s magic is basically energy manipulation – particularly lightning – so its basin is a heavy cloud which hangs over the continent. Seaworld’s is the ocean which surrounds it. Terra’s is a forest, and the two Wasteland’s are basically an aurora borealis/australis. Despite how vast they are, these basins are drained by corresponding magic usage, and by the time written records really start popping up they no longer stretch across their entire continent. (Seaworld’s ocean has a lower water level the more it’s drained.)

Inhabitants

There are four sentient species. Lets call them Humans (though they're really not), Elves, Avians, and Chiropterans. Their main difference, besides physiology, is how they interact with magic:

Humans control, altering the elements as they exist before them. They look like regular humans.

Elves channel, they themselves conduits for magic. They look like humans as well, but with long, pointed ears and horns.

Avians create. They're the only ones with the ability to replenish the basins. They look like bird people.

Chiropterans … well, no one’s exactly sure, except themselves. They look like bat people.

Side note: a certain species doesn’t live only on a specific continent. Humans live practically everywhere, elves do as well but in much smaller numbers in the two Wasteland’s, and Avians populate the Wasteland’s and Seaworld. Chiropterans are esoteric and live away from the others, so there’s not really a complete census there. I’ve included examples of all four.

Sakuverse Time

(Be aware that for some of these I really go into the lore, while for others, it’s completely based on vibe. Depends on how much I know about the character. Also I do ignore the listeners for the most part. Earis is the most egregious example of just straight-up erasing them, but for the rest assumptions can be made. With all that said, please enjoy. <3)

Elias Kachow Human [1209 R]

As innovation flourished across the rest of the world, Kachow somewhat got left behind. With the heavy cloud that hung over them and most citizens being land-locked, they only knew stories of the world beyond: tales from travellers and researchers but nothing to really ground them in that reality.

Exception being the farthest-western province (which we’ll just call the West for now, it’ll come up again later). The cloud’s center doesn’t belong in the dead-middle of the continent, but is slightly tilted to the east. As it dissipates overtime from magic use, the West is the first to experience life truly without the cloud looming overhead constantly. Moreover, the effects are yet to be disastrous as the West is a coastal region and the basin is still strong enough to be pulled upon from farther distances.

But what this opens up is innovation. Specifically, maritime technology. Prior to this Kachow really wasn’t involved, only touched by world powers but not desired. But with these interactions, predominantly from Seaworldian explorers who had pretty advanced ships, the West became acquainted with a ton of new technology, like compasses. But perhaps most important were the astrolabes as, without the cloud blocking most of the view, they could start using the sky as a reference.

All this to say, ships became a booming industry – and in tandem, so did piracy. The Wraiths would be a gang of pirates. I imagine similarly to their canon creation, it would be to safeguard people from really harmful pirates (the Vex, Skoligs, etc.) working almost like privateers, but would eventually spiral into piracy themselves. (Pirate Queen Tara? Pirate Queen Tara.)

Elias would, of course, be heir to this empire, with Warden and James basically slotting into the pirate-equivalent roles that they have now. Warden being the face of it all, James the right hand.

But a crucial difference here would be Elias’ interest in astronomy. While in canon it’s shunted by Warden, he’d be allowed to further his interest here. It would prove to be invaluable information due to the dependance on astrolabes, and it’d make him a very adept pirate. While I’m not sure it would fully skew his current stance on the matter, I imagine he’d be much more open to the idea of becoming the next Wraith leader in this world. It’d mesh a lot more with his actual passion.

Not really related to the rest of this, but he’d also be an irresponsible magic user as a teenager. Rebellious spirit and all that. As he tested his magical limits, he would try to emulate elvish technique (channeling magic) and end up really hurt. He’s a human, he wouldn’t be able to withstand it. But he’d end up with these kickass scars that sprawl across his arm and back, shaped like lightning and, occasionally, pulse.

(I have a drawing of the scars but not saved to my phone. Currently travelling for Thanksgiving so I’ll add it when I get home lmao.)

Zaros Kymen Atha’lin Kachow Elf [1949 R]

There is no equivalent for the Trials at this time, in this monarchy. There are equivalents for the noble houses, however: I imagine Zaros would belong to the West (from Elias’ section), which at this point has been long sucked into an empire, son of Nira who would be the region’s vicereine.

Now, I say specifically the West because of their long history of being independent from Eneldus. Of the four classifications which determine if a region is under Eneldus’ jurisdiction, the West is the only one (at this time) which is actively disputed, because it’s always been disputed. Remember all the ships and piracy? Yeah, that whole industry got destroyed when the empire signed a pact with a Seaworldian country (the main victim of it), but that doesn't mean that spirit died with it.

Multiple independence movements have started. All have failed. It wasn’t until a few decades prior that the area got the representation in government of a typical region of the empire, with the Atha’lin family promoted to be its head.

Now, radicals wouldn’t be chosen to be the viceroy of any sect, and certainly not the famously belligerent one. And, despite the sympathies they may have, the Atha’lins wouldn’t be. Nira’s work would instead take a similar tint to canon, where she is an advocate for those the empire neglects. She’d work for her region's benefit and pull absolutely no punches. This would not make her popular with the other viceroyalty. She would not care.

Now, Zaros would be shipped away to the empire’s capital (basically as far east as you can go without touching the shore) for schooling, similar to Astorian (?). But he’d finish all of his education there and likely remain, working inside the palace as a Western delegate to advocate for the region. He’d be prepping to one day take over his mother’s duty as governor of his region, but those days are far ahead of him. There’d be no vying for the throne.

A few decades down the line, once he has supplanted his mother and works back in the West, the empire actually shatters due to the empress committing suicide in the height of international turmoil. Ironically, this grants the West everything it wants – and Zaros would likely become the blossoming country’s new leader. But with this cost comes the total dissipation of the Kachow cloud, the continent’s magical basin.

I admit, it’s all a little divorced from his canon. But honestly it’s one of my favorite time periods of my world and it gives Zaros the similar backstory and possible future.

+ I did a doodle of him as an elf! Kachow elves have horns that curl completely around the ears when they mature. I gave him sharper ears because it’s considered more conventionally attractive (in the past, some would break their ear bones upwards in a process similar to Chinese footbinding to achieve the look) and hair that was slightly curlier. The heat wouldn’t keep his pin-straight hair in place for long.

Jonah Terra Elf [~2010 R]

With Kachow’s basin officially disappearing, it was a huge wake-up call for a lot of people. The other continents began to expedite their restoration efforts to avoid the same fate. Terra especially was getting really involved, as unlike Seaworld or the Wasteland’s, the continent isn’t a native home of avians – again, the only ones who can restore the basins – so they thought they were next on the chopping block.

But these pushes often advocated for a lack of magic usage, an unfair policy for literally everyone. Many fought against this. After all, it wasn’t until magic was predominantly in the hands of corporations and government that it became unsustainable. So a counter-culture emerged to these policies, which instead advocated for a return to a traditional, grassroots way of living. (Not traditional as in conservative, traditional more as in lacking modern innovation that stressed the Terra basin.)

Jonah just… fits into this time period. I confess, I don’t know him particularly well as a character, but I feel more than anytime else, he’d be a product of this movement. Aesthetically, his hair wouldn’t be a thing to gawk at as it would, say, a century earlier. Hair dyes became a symbol of these communities, as Terrans could very easily make them with their magical abilities in very sustainable ways, as growing just enough flowers to grind into dye would barely tax the forest at all.

I’m at a tiny loss for the streamer attribute to him, but there’s something to the fact he’s fostered a community through his gaming. That kind of connection with a larger group of people is exactly what fueled a lot of this movement. He’d thrive here, I think.

Isaac Rhoades North Wastelander Elf [~1930 R]

Elves really only start populating the Wasteland’s once they have to, conflict or magical exhaust or some other reason that pushes them away from their homeland. But they are lonely places, and despite the auroras which illuminate the sky, they are in the dark for months on end. It’s much like Alaska – especially for non-native inhabitants such as elves, not many have the heart to stay.

Luckily, dear Isaac is attuned to loneliness. While he’d be far from thriving, he’d be content with his work in the Northern Wasteland. He’d live in one of the southern-most mountain ranges, where most non-avian Wasterlanders do, and with his wealth afford a home much closer to the ground. The weather is less severe down there.

Elvish Wastelanders have different funeral rites from most (many prefer sky burials) and bury their dead in the ground or sink them into the frozen sea. Isaac would opt for the ground for his parents and Grandfather, but he’d have no garden; very little grows this far north. Instead he’d have glass-blown flowers his mother cherished, a common decoration around the holidays. She had them out all year.

His work in this world wouldn’t be too far off from what he does on earth. I chose this time period because of the gang culture which was subtlety running rampant throughout the area, and would be his focus. There is no Asirel to direct him (we’ll get to him in a moment) and no Collective. Instead, Isaac would be employed by aristocrats who sought to undermine crime barons.

The Rhoades would be quasi-nobility. Their work would bring them into the tight-knit upper circles of Wastelander government, and while they’d live luxuriously, the targets on their backs would be huge. It doesn’t help that many syndicates around this time are fueled by Kachow money, so they’d be caught in the midst of politics much larger than themselves. (At its apex, a specific syndicate was literally at war with the Northern Wasteland’s government. I would elaborate, but it’s the plot of a novel I haven’t fully sorted through yet, so I don’t think I can haha.)

Luca Pearce South Wastelander Human [~1500s R]

Unlike Isaac, Luca is not such an expert in loneliness. But he’d also live in the Wastelands, though he’d be a southern.

The Southern Wasteland was the last continent to be “discovered” and form strong connections to the rest of the world. But they made do with what was available. Avians and non-avians formed tighter connections here earlier due to necessity and have a very healthy, symbiotic relationship. Pertinent here, avians became messengers between human settlements when they couldn’t brave the journeys themselves.

But during the summer seasons, when the snow and bleary weather aren’t a fatal hazard, humans are able to make these journeys themselves – though they can’t do it alone. Dog sledding became the primary means of travel for these workers. With Luca’s fondness for animals and general isolation (prior to being with Babe), he slots in pretty nicely.

It is grueling and lonesome work, and given Luca’s anxiety, it seems unlikely he’d be good for the job. But he doesn’t have to interact with anyone – just reach supply and drop off points – and move onto his next assignment. His distance from people due to bullying may be what pushes him to the career in the first place, and he’d attach heavily to his pack of sleigh dogs.

The ideal breed for sleigh dogs have portions of their fur that’s illuminated from their proximity to the basin. They’re not the fastest, but it keeps messengers able to see and move, even if it’s dark out during the entire day. Later, when the Southern Wasteland begins trading more with foreign countries, crystals imported from the Seaworldian/Terran border are imbued with magic and line the sleds, lighting the way and allowing them to use faster dogs.

Most messengers form life-long bonds with their packs, and Luca especially – his would probably be a culmination of those given to him as part of the job and rescues. Still, the work does things to a person. Many human messengers eventually commit suicide.

Asirel Cain North Wastelander Avian [~500 Pre-R]

Wasteland avians weren’t particularly integrated with humans or elves until much later, so a lot of their early history is completely unknown. Select communities may have had a strong enough oral tradition to capture the gist of really early history, but those have been mostly turned to folk stories. And for early avian cultures which have died out, it means people don’t know of their existence at all.

One of the rare exceptions is the Chough culture (again, a placeholder name). Having nested at the highest known altitude of any avian, these people lived in some of the most dangerous mountain ranges in the world. Even until the latest point of time in this post, their homes were so dangerous that any non-avian could barely start scaling the mountains, and modern avians have lost their resistance to these conditions, similarly making them unable to find out.

Quite frankly, they’re a hypothesis more than fact. But little relics have fallen from these mountains and made their ways to the hands of archaeologists – carvings in a style distinct from the other surrounding cultures, lithic flakes, etc. Most damning are their statues of figures, certainly avians but not familiar ones. They look like alpine choughs.

While not a secret society which runs the world, Asirel as one of these avians was actually one of the first ideas I had for this AU. He retains the esoteric aspect to his character and is still the “top of the food chain,” so to speak. Avians don’t hunt other avians, but certain local cultures have aspects of their mythos which can be traced back to the Choughs (the oral history being skewed over time) which make them seem as an imposing, strong people who others generally avoided.

Evidence of Asirel would be scarce. But with his ambition, it’s likely he’d be carved into their figurines to honor an important member of the community. The high winds would force it off the range, and an archaeologist would find it in the snow. His visage remains in a museum, himself a figurehead for what the world cannot know.

Andrew Marston Chiropteran [~1800s R]

You may notice the lack of magical distinction for Andrew. He’s also the only chiropteran. They’re wanderers, who migrated to the continents via a dense web of cave systems which, by this point, have yet to be retraced. Eventually, their homeland was found – but that’s a story for a different day.

Originally I made Andrew a Wasteland elf. But chiropteran is more interesting because of their concepts of family and religion. Namely, because the former barely exists while the latter does in abundance.

Chiropterans live in communities called colonies, where they roost in large numbers. There is no family which binds a person by blood, you are instead connected to every person in the colony via a regimented structure of elders and children. Even biological siblings barely acknowledge it. The difference for twins is that, if you look identical to another person, it’s harder to ignore.

Religion works as the glue for these communities. If you don’t have the instinctual knowledge that your very body connects you to your colony, it’s the belief of a common force working above the rest of you that does. Thousands of chiropteran faiths exist, down to differences so subtle that only those initiated can see them. Every colony, from the ones with millions of people to tens, follows a different faith.

Now. Everything above describes a very traditional way of living, but that would be the way Andrew lived for his first few decades. With his parents as a constant influence, he’d remain in the colony and grow up similarly – gifted child with a bent for history and literature – with the exception of his brother. Andrew and Simon would grow up with a rare sibling bond in these colonies, known only between the two of them. Their parents would do everything to separate the two, but I think that would incite them to be closer.

But, when the time comes, Simon wouldn’t run away. Faith isn’t a method of repressing him and Andrew (quick note but homophobia also literally does not exist in this world) but instead is as foundational as the concept of friendship is to us. It is the invisible bonds which tie you to the people you love. Both would hold onto that, and interpret their expression of family as a unique form of this bond, given to them by the faith they follow. That doesn’t mean they’d be incredibly pious. They just mean they wouldn’t fully reject it.

With chiropterans long lifespans (longer than any other sentient species on average), both would eventually leave the colony. Andrew would focus himself into his studies and become a leading expert in his fields. After all, when he's older, he’ll have lived long enough to see the rise and fall of what humans and elves are formalizing into subjects. He’d find partners and explore the world. I can see him getting married twice, as so many do.

Here’s some reference as to what chiropterans look like. The first image was drawn by the wonderful @spooky_gecko on TikTok.

Xanthus & Cevyk

With them being mythics, I thought it more appropriate to make these two folkloric/mythological beings that don’t actually exist beyond stories, just as vampires and demons are to us.

Xanthus: Akin to vampires are demons who are thought to drain the “life essence" from a person. Aka, they can take away your ability to use magic, effectively collecting the different forms. These demons, depending on what they’ve extracted, can use multiple types of magic – making them incredibly dangerous. They don’t feed, as vamps do. Instead they’re often portrayed with limbs made of jewels, the kind I mentioned earlier which can hold magic, and inflict deep wounds into flesh in order to harness a person’s given power.

These stories originate from the fifth magical sphere I mentioned in the worldbuilding notes, and upon making contact, people turned its users into legends. They don’t wield all abilities – but it’s mysterious knowledge that, with misunderstanding, gets misconstrued. Nobody particularly believes in them, and become pop culture symbols co-opted from historical fears.

Cevyk: He’d be a butterfly. It sounds insane, but they’re common psychopomp figures and symbols of the afterlife, and vengeful ones at that. He’d be a little butterfly that’s an omen of death.

(As for Dontis, horniness is an affliction which transcends the bonds of earth. Succubi exist here basically in the same form as they in canon.)

Thank you for listening to me ramble :) Feel free to ask any questions. I’m going to slither back into my cave now.

[bestiarium]

The Sazae-Oni [Japanese folklore; yokai]

Kazusano Kuni, in the Shiba prefecture of Japan, used to be a popular shelling spot in the Edo period. There is a folktale from this region about a strange sea-snail-like creature that lives in the deep seas, called the Sazae-Oni.

On nights with a full moon, this enigmatic being floats up to the surface and dances in the moonlight. After completing its dance, it transforms into a human woman and comes to shore to look for a place to spend the night. When she comes knocking on your door at night, you should never let her in, because she kills her host in the morning, before transforming back into a snail creature and returning to the open sea.

The Wakayama prefecture has a completely different story about this creature: according to the legend, the Sazae-Oni transformed into a beautiful woman when a ship passed through the coastal waters. She convinces the ship’s crew to get her aboard the ship, but the sailors are cruel and lustful and the demon finds herself sexually assaulted. In retaliation, she transforms back into a monster and devours the crewmembers.

Generally speaking, the 18th century yokai bestiaries by Toriyama Sekien are some of the best sources out there if you want to know more about creatures from Japanese folklore.

With this fourth instalment in Sekien’s yokai encyclopaedias, however, he took a lot of liberties. Instead of illustrating monsters from well-known folktales and legends, he wrote a narrative in which he fell asleep and saw hordes of strange monsters in his dreams, many of which he invented himself. Among the creatures he supposedly dreamt up was the Sazae-Oni, a sea demon with a horned turban shell for a head (these snails are called ‘sazae’ in Japan, hence the name). He referenced an old wives’ tale that sparrows supposedly dive into the sea and transform into clams to hibernate during the winter, and a saying ‘moles emerging as quails’ which refers to the emergence of hibernating animals in spring. If these animals can transform into other animals (not intended literally), why couldn’t the power of nature turn a snail into a demon?

In this book, the fiend is depicted as a vaguely humanoid monster with a long, snail-like body coming out of a snail’s shell. Its head is a shell with eyes and strands of seaweed. Though Sekien did not invent the Sazae-Oni – the aforementioned folktales apparently predate him – his shell-tailed depiction of the monster became a mainstay in Japanese culture, with numerous appearances in tv shows, manga and other media. In particular, I think the Pokémon Slowbro and the Digimon Shellmon are based on this yokai.

Sources:

Yoda, H. and Alt, M., 2016, Japandemonium Illustrated: the Yokai Encyclopedias of Toriyama sekien, 319 pp., p. 256. This work is a translation of the Gazu Hyakki Yagyo tetralogy by Toriyama Sekien in the 18th century.

Papp, Z., 2010, Anime and Its Roots in Early Japanese Monster Art, Global Oriental, 194 pp., p. 95.

(image source 1: Shigeru Mizuki, illustration based on Toriyama Sekien)

(image source 2: BillSpooks on Deviantart)

[doctorweebmd]

i think one of the most inspiring/ego boosting things in the world is when i'm reading a fanfic and some of the characterization/phrasing/layout seems familiar and then at the end i see a shout-out to me or my work. or seeing someone say they started writing, or drawing, or something else because of something i wrote. like.

just the thought of having inspired anyone in real life... and that person going on to inspire others and to grow their craft and get joy from it... like this endless spiders web of interconnecting hearts, where lives were changed because of something so so simple as a story posted for strangers online...

... it just feels so direct and powerful. like, against all odds, i've touched people's lives that i will never speak to, never meet. it gives my life so much meaning. makes it feel like there's a place for me in this world, ya know?

[presiding]

humansider by @lapinneok

[liquidchocolatecake]

currently captive audience to a knock down drag out fight in my brain between desire to respect the wishes of the creator and not look for anyone redistributing the comic and god i fucking miss wonderlab i miss wonderlab so much you have no idea i want wonderlab back so bad

[hecksupremechips]

Time for me to be completely changed as a person! *just watched falsettos*

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Guizhong (don't mind me re-dropping this with the fixed ones, shh)

[mako-island-moon-pool]

Personally of the belief that live action fans who go onto animanga posts uninvited like 'I DESPERATELY NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT I THINK THE ART STYLE IS UGLY EVEN THO THIS OPINION IS IRRELEVANT TO THE POST' should be hit with a big rock. We already moved past this ten years ago, get with it or get lost. Swallow the hunger inside of you that demands everything be palatable to you. Maybe you could stand to be a little uncomfortable for a while

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[devotedlystrangewizard]

if theres one teacher i have to remember from my high school years it would have to be the technology guy. he looked like a mad scientist at all times. one time before i joined his class he sat next to me on a bench and talked to me for a bit. the first day of his class in the 3rd year he basically told us if he caught us using the cloud instead of usb sticks he would kick us out. phones were forbidden. when i told him i didnt like being put in the girls group (there were only 4 girls (including me not knowing i was trans yet)) he put me in a group with some of the boys instead no questions asked. he was probably the strictest of all the teachers ive had while also one of the nicest. he scared me a little. i miss him

[tayliii]

The Statue Is Made From The Same Clay

What makes me, me? What is the defining  part? My hobbies? My status? How I grew up?  My favorite color? My sign?  It sometimes doesn’t make sense to me what makes all of us different from each other aside from our physical appearance. There is of course personality traits some are more outgoing, some are more smart, some are more selfish but is that really enough words to describe ourselves? When I ask myself who I am I answer with my name but that name was given to me by someone else, yes I may love that name and I have accepted that name as a part of me but I also have the choice to change it if I want to but that doesn’t make me a different person, it may help me get used to being a new person if I want to change myself but my soul will always be the same if I have one that is.  I like green, I’m an aquarius , I am a student. These are some parts of me that makes me, me. Maybe all of us have the same soul at the start maybe the things that we read, watched, learned, experienced have changed us. How we grew up, if we were born a boy or a girl, what country were we born into, what kind of people we have met maybe all of those have effected and shaped our soul. And sometimes we are different in peoples eyes we cannot be the same person in everyones eyes. I’m that kind stranger that smiled you on the bus, I’m that annoying classmate you got, I’m your smart and successful daughter, I’m that student that doesn’t pay attention in class therefore lazy, I’m also the cheerful, energetic and loud friend that you got but at the same time the quiet, understanding  and listening to you for hours friend. I’m a loser, I’m cool. Another though I’m also all the people I have met in my life. I have my mothers anger and kindness, I got my fathers stubbornness and talkativeness, my favorite film contains a part of my friend who recommended to me that I don’t talk to anymore, I like make up and one of my friends was the beginning to it, I like tennis because we started going to a tennis course with my ex best friend. People have changed me and shaped me. I was a piece of  clay at the beginning but now I’m starting to turn into a statue and I don’t know how much it’s finished maybe it will never be finished,  I will still make some changes in the future because it’s not gonna dry as long as I’m alive.  But even after thinking and writing all of these I don’t have an exact definition. I’m me and I’m still gonna be me even if I change my name, hair color, sense of style, friends, the place I live in.  The past me who is so different from me is me and the future me will be me because we are from the same clay even if the statue changes shape or color the main part of it will be the same which is me in the end.

[changisworld]

“You’ll like it,trust me”

word count:3,301

summary:Your boyfriend, Hyunjin, knows how reactive you are to touches, especially on your clit. As he is drawing a certain frame of your pussy from a homemade sex tape you both made, he can’t help but admire the still image, but a thought crosses his mind. He can’t help but realise his fingers are a tiny bit clumsy sometimes on your clit, never touching just your clit, & this is when he gets his bright idea to use something… more precise to see if it will make a difference.

18+, MDNI! Smut below the cut.

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

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->SMUT WARNINGS: Soft dom Hyunjin, overstimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms, use of a paintbrush, fingering, spit, cum tasting, oral but its brief, praise, Hyune is just a cutie, mention of safe word but not used, begging, dacryphilia, PIV, creampie, aftercare is extremely brief but more happens off screen, this is literally 99% smut:3

Hyunjin is currently sitting in the living room, sitting in front of his canvas, using his favourite water colour paints that he is holding in his left hand as he dips his paint brush in the small glass of water, the colour a dark, musky bluey, grey colour.

He has his inspiration photo on his phone screen, balanced up on the small ledge of the wooden frame the thing he is painting on, the photo being a photo of your pussy.

In his eyes, it's not even a sexual thing, he just thinks it's so beautiful & he can't help but admire it, so why wouldn't he want to paint it for the millionth time?

He lightly swatches a violet colour & starts to paint your hood & clitoris with a careful hand, not even focusing to look at the photo anymore since he has it memorised better than how to spell his own name.

His white bristled paintbrush coated in the very faint colour glides over the canvas, he pauses for a second as he gets an idea that he thinks is worth a million dollars.

He looks down at the photo on his phone, your vagina still plastered on the screen & he uses the kitchen paper to dry the brush, the remnants of the paint leaving the brush & he doesn't pack anything away, leaving the living room with his mini station in a mess as he giddily walks to your shared bedroom.

He sees you just sitting on the bed with your back against the pillows & headboard as you're just reading a magazine you bought that day & Hyunjin plops himself on top of you, forcing you to put your magazine to the side of you & Hyunjin settles between your legs, your chests connecting over all of your clothes & he starts pecking your lips & cheeks.

"What's made you so clingy all of a sudden?" you ask, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as his lips coated with a layer of lip balm sticking to each area he kisses & he pauses to look at you, pouting.

"I'm always clingy! You can't blame me, wanna be stuck to you" he replies, his voice soft as he now switches to shuffling down just enough so he can shove his face in your tits, covered by your shirt & just lays there as he reaches down to caress your thigh.

"I thought of something I wanna try, I think it will be good, can you lemme try?" he asks, his voice still soft as he buries his chin in your chest, looking up at you at a slightly uncomfortable angle.

"Who am I to stop you, you can try anything you wanna do, what is it you're wanting to try anyways?" you respond, stroking his long fluffy hair & twirling your index finger through his soft locks & Hyunjin can't help but chuckle as he stands up again.

"I'll be right back, its a surprise but I need you to want it too since I'll be doing it to you, take your.. my sweatpants off & wait here" he cheers as he runs back to his DIY art station & grabbing a long, thin & soft bristled paint brush that he actually hasn't had the chance to use yet, before returning to you & to his happiness, you've done what he said & you're now just left on the bed wearing your plain cotton panties & your shirt.

"Hyune, why are you getting me half naked with one random paint brush in your hand & no paint?" you joke as you sit up & cross your legs & he giggles at you as he sits down on the bed as he doesn't really respond right away & instead lies you down.

"I was painting you earlier & I was painting your pretty clit & I came up with the idea to try.. paint yourself with your juices? that sounds cringe but trust me! You're so sensitive it will feel soooo good, it might even be better than my fingers since I can be more direct." he whines, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice from actually saying this all out loud & when you look at his face & realise he's being serious, you can't help but start laughing.

"The look on your face when you're nervous is adorable, Sure, we can try, how do we do it?" you ask & he gives you his cheeky, cunning smirk. "Just take your underwear off & I'ma play with your little clit n try make you cum & then I can put it on my painting later, makes it even more personal, the idea just turns me on." he responds, his cheeks blushing as he helps you pull your underwear off anyway.

You nod your head & reach behind you & reposition the pillow & you sit it comfortably beneath your head & you're quick to open your legs for him, completely bare now except for the shirt you've kept on.

Hyunjin lays on his stomach between your legs, his legs swinging ack & forth as he litters a few kisses on each thigh, warming you up before he moves his hand that is holding the paint brush & he puts it in his mouth, transferring his spit onto the small hairs to make it feel that tiny bit softer for you before he brings it to your folds, before painfully slowly parting them.

You twitch beneath the brush, the sensation being so so different to anything you've ever felt, but different is good in your eyes & this proved your quote as true.

He drags the brush up & down your folds, gathering your juices & painting them across your entire pussy, the full area sticky with arousal. "How does it feel baby?" he questions, his eyes looking up at you as he doesn't stop his action, wanting to see your face on how you're reacting.

"Feels weird, but I really like it, don't stop" you murmur, basking in the feeling, relaxing as you melt into the bed. "Wasn't planning on it, gonna put it on your clit now, mkay? tell me how you feel" he purrs as the brush drags from your hole all the way up to your clit before he slowly starts swirling the thin, soft & now wet brush around your clit in small circles & you buck your hips & at the same time your breath gets caught in your throat.

"Shit, feels so- dunno, good" you rasp, your fingers gripping onto the pillow that tiny bit extra as you get used to the sensation & Hyunjin chuckles from where he is.

He twists the brush in his fingers & the bristles fully engulf your clit & your legs threaten to close around him, but he is quick to shut that down by stopping his hand to speak. "Don't shut your legs, just wanna be good to you so let me" he softly murmurs before resuming his motion, pulling back your pussy so now your clit is completely exposed & he can visibly see it pulsating.

He switches from twisting the brush in his fingertips to then circling your clit with the brush before dragging it down your folds for a few seconds just to not let you think he's forgetting about that area entirely before repeating the process & the noises from your throat are getting a lot more frequent & getting louder every second.

Little 'fuck's', 'shit's' & repeating his name over & over is all you're really saying, the sensation being mind numbing & you mentally slap yourself for never thinking of this idea on your own.

Hyunjin can see your cunt pulsating & clenching around nothing & Hyunjin bites his lip in anticipation. "You gonna cum, hmm? Can see you gushing n clenching" he teases, before continuing "Just let go, wanna hear n see you enjoy yourself, so pretty f'me."

"Yea, g'na cum, don't stop, please Jinnie" you whimper, back arching off the bed as you force your legs to stay open upon Hyunjins earlier request, your eyes scrunched closed & he just smiles at your words & starts kissing your inner thighs, not changing or disrupting his rhythm at all & your orgasm shoots up your spine as your legs shake around him & your toes curl.

"Good girl, look so pretty when you cum" he murmurs, his tone soft as he moves his face to now kiss over your raw clit, moving the brush back down to your folds & hole, the brush tracing your leaking hole which makes you try hump against it, not wanting to be teased even though you're only just coming down from your orgasm.

"W-was good" you whimper, your hand reaching down to cup his cheek as you rest your weight on the other am you're using to sit up with but your arm gives out & you flop back down when he spits down onto your pussy before sucking it back up, slurping your clit in his puffy lips as he looks up at you & you can feel him smirking against you.

He lets go of your clit with a small 'pop' noise & he groans. "Taste so good, you can handle one more, I'm having too much fun" He states, lust in his voice as he moves his frame so he's sitting at the side of you as he drags the brush back up to your clit & resumes his previous action but at a slower pace, not wanting to overstimulate you too much.. not at the moment anyways.

"S-sensitive Hyune, want a break" you whimper as he shuffles upwards so he is pretty much face level with you & you can smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne that you love so much & he just smiles at you.

"You can take it, you know the safe word if it's too much, remind me what it is please angel" he states, so confident in what he is saying he has a slightly sassy tone to it.

"F-fluff- Ahh, right there!" you whine & you buck your hips into the brush & Hyunjin leans down to kiss you, ignoring the uncomfortable angle of his hand but ignores it, instead, letting himself sink into the feeling & taste of your tongue, groaning into your lips.

He leans back just enough so your lips disconnect & he squishes your cheeks together to the point your lips part & he takes this chance to spit into your mouth, a small tinge of your own taste that he didn't already transfer into your mouth during the kiss being evident & you immediately swallow it & he blushes even more.

"So gorgeous, y'know that? So perfect for me, Love you so much" he conveys as he sits back on the back of his legs & pulls your leg over his lap, giving him better access & then reaches down to use his other hand to start teasing your dripping hole & you wince.

"Put em inside, want them Jinnie" you squeak & he wants to try tease you, but he has pretty much no self control left & he listens to your request instantly, as if he is being controlled by his very own siren.

He slips not just one but two fingers into you & his long, slender fingers find your aroused G-spot the second they slip inside, his knuckles being the only part that is visible as he starts scissoring them in & out of you at a semi quick pace, slowly picking up the speed as he also picks up the pace with the paint brush & your legs can't help but spasm.

"Hyunjin, w-wanna cum, lemme cum" you whine, your hips jerking almost as quick as his fingers are moving, dying for absolutely everything he can give you. "Cum then y/n, I wouldn't ever stop you, gimme it" he replies, his voice smug.

You can feel it bubbling up in your tummy, but you know it's not like the orgasm you had just a couple of minutes prior. "G- gonna squirt Jin, d-don't" you whimper, not wanting to squirt because your brain is already mush & it's always a hundred times stronger but that doesn't deter him at all, if anything, it pushes him to keep doing it a million times more.

"I know it's stronger, want you to be spent, it's so hot gimme it, please please, cmon angel please" he pleads with you & the second you hear how desperate he is for it, you can't not give him what he wants especially when he's being so good for you.

Your orgasm squirts out of you as you squeal, spraying onto the bed, Hyunjins knuckles & the entire paint brush, he is forced to pull his fingers out of you with how much you're constricting around him & he takes the time to suckle on his fingers, groaning at your taste as his eyes roll at the second it hits his taste buds.

"That's it, that's a big one isn't it" he smirks, his voice teasing as he encourages you, in awe at the sight of you as he slowly changes the angle of his body so he's back to sitting beside you again, watching you come down from your even more intense orgasm.

You are left on the bed panting, your eyes watering & a tear or two stained into your cheeks, the overstimulation burning so good & Hyunjin throws the paint brush to the side & leans down to kiss you, his hand softly playing with your tit over your shirt & your body can't decide if it wants more of his touches or if it wants to lean away from it.

"Do you think you can handle my cock jagi? Don't stress if not" he says softly, wiping the tears from your face.

"Wanna make you c-cum, can handle it" you respond & you feel as if your skin is on fire with his touch on your face, it's so simple but you can feel the love radiating from it.

"Just say your safe word if it's too much, don't want you completely worn out, I know I've taken a lot from you, love you endlessly" he murmurs & you want to cry even more tears but not from overstimulation but from how cared for you feel.

Hyunjin helps shuffle you from the now wet spot on the bed on the bed so you're now laying on your stomach on the other half of the bed & you take it upon yourself to raise your ass for him but he pushes on your lower back until you fall & you're laying flat on the bed & you can hear him stripping his own clothes from his body & he straddles the top of your thighs & you can hear the 'shlick' noises coming from him giving himself a few jerks & you can swear you feel beads of precum drip onto your ass before he aligns himself up with your hole, before pressing the tip into your hole, begging for attention.

Hyunjin fucks his tip in & out of you for a few moments, his eyes unable to get enough with the way your seeping opening is hugging his cock so tightly before he decides he can't wait any longer & fully pushes in & you both let out a groan at the same time.

"So tight all the time, definitely not gonna last long but I'll try hold out" he pants, forcing himself to try stay still so he doesn't fuck into you too fast, but you on the other hand, have grown far too impatient to wait to adjust, your wetness is far more than enough in your humble opinion & you start trying to fuck yourself on him, but you don't get very far & you grow frustrated.

"Hyune, please!" you whimper but he can't even bring himself to laugh at your attempt, far too horny to hold himself back & he starts fucking into you & you pretty much instantly start clenching around him as you let out loud squeaks & raspy moans, Hyunjin mirroring your sounds as you both feel his cock pushing against your cervix, the painful pleasure making you drool into the duvet you're laying on.

"So-so good Hyune, to-so deep" you squeal as he rolls his hips in a slightly but extremely evident angle, making you see stars & you can't help but start wriggling beneath him, feeling another orgasm already brewing inside you.

"S-stop clenching around me so much, g-gonna cum" he whimpers, his voice shaky as his eyes are glued to the way your cunt is stretching open for him & he lets a glob of spit land on your tightest hole just to watch you squirm, trying to take his mind off how close he is to cumming.

"Gunna pull out n cum on your p-pussy n will paint it over y-your folds, so fucking tight" he continues on as he leans forward so his back is connecting with your chest, but his pace doesn't falter.

He pushes the side of your head so you're no longer pressed face down & now facing him & you both meet half way & you both share a messy kiss, your tongues mostly around each others mouths & not in each others mouths, almost tasting each others sounds as those along with the squelching noises fill the entire room & no doubt the rest of the house.

"G-y/nn I'm gonna cum, can't stop" he almost fully squeals as he pulls out & turns you over with one arm, the other arm jerking himself off & the second you're lying on your back, he shoots multiple ropes of warm cum on your lower tummy, not in the right mind to be even slightly apologetic at the fact that your shirt is now gonna be stained with cum.

You can't help but whimper & moan along with Hyunjin as he orgasms, his gorgeous face is just too much for you to handle & too gorgeous to be mad at, even if he is currently messing on your clothes.

Hyunjin is left panting above you & you both try catch your breath. Hyunjin grabs the glass of water you have on your bedside unit & helps feed you it & you finish the remainder of the water before he puts the cup away.

You use the rest of your strength to try sit up to take you both to the shower but he decides against it & stops you & puts you back in the position you were just in as he reaches to grab the still wet paint brush.

"I didn't make you cum again & I said I'd.. what was it? I'd 'paint you with cum' & I don't lie, just one more." he purrs, his voice still shaky from lack of breath as he daps some of the cum off your shirt with the brush before dragging it across your clit, making you cry out, you have only just clocked onto how long of a night this is going to be.

->Anon list & taglist are open!

@jisungml

[emilicious0]

Oooh, I got a request!

Can I get a Lucifer X reader headcanons or fic where reader is like fascinated with his wings? Bc let's be honest, it angels were real, I definitely would be fascinated with their wings and he got three pairs of them!

lucifer x gn! reader

pt.2 !!!

after rebuilding the hotel, charlie's dad, lucifer himself, decided to stay with his daughter. done with living alone for so long, he started to create a bond with all of the residents (except alastor). with you, however, he finally found a true friend.

your friendship began when he visited the hotel before the battle, and charlie introduced you as one of the sinners looking for redemption. you were one of the first ones to ever believe in charlie's idea, and seeing how you supported her made him respect you. after the battle with the extermination army, he saw you protecting his daughter, which led to you two officially becoming friends.

of course, there is more to your friendship than just love for charlotte. you shared many similar interests. you were always interested in art and all of its aspects, which lucifer gladly discussed with you (he was amazed by different kind of art aspects that humans created). also, you happened to be a good listener, so the king of hell used you as his personal problem dump (not that you minded).

you were surprised by how well you two got along but weren't complaining about this newfound relationship whatsoever. lucifer was kind, protective, and someone to trust.

this evening was surprisingly peaceful by hell standards, and you decided to spend your time on the balcony, reading. you don't get many chances to do that peacefully in a place like this, so you were making the most of it.

while sitting there, you heard the flapping of wings, which made you tense up for a second, only to hear a familiar voice:

“well, look who it is!”

you looked up and couldn't hide the fascination forming on your face. lucifer landed on your balcony with three pairs of his beautiful wings behind his back.

when he landed, he did not hide them, noticing your shocked expression. you stared at him, which made the man blush a little. he loved it when you gave all your attention to him.

“y/n?” he asked, and you snapped out of your shocked state.

“can I touch your wings?”

you slammed your hands over your mouth, embarrassed and worried that this question was too rude.

lucifer got more flustered but smiled rather shyly and came closer to you.

with a low whisper, he said: “you can.”

you stood up and carefully put your hand on his shoulder, then on his right top wing. lucifer gasped quietly but stood still.

meanwhile, your hand moved across the wing, then lower to the second one. you carefully touched his feathers, shocked by the softness.

the man was melting at the feeling of your touch, loving how your fingers brushed his wings. he never really wanted that moment to end.

for this one moment, you both looked into each other's eyes, and sparks flew between you.

both of you wanted to say something, but words stuck in your tongue. you felt lucifer's hand on your waist and sensed your cheeks warming up.

your hands moved to his shoulders, and you both came closer to each other, somehow enchanted by one another.

“dad!” charlie's voice came from behind you, and you jumped away from each other. “there you are! I need your help! y/n, come with us too!”

“y-yeah, char, coming!” you said and followed the princess, but stopped to look at lucifer. “you coming?”

he, red in the cheeks, nodded and slowly followed both of you.

today, you two realized your feelings.

[harmonysanreads]

Thinking about Yandere!Sumeru Boys and the sweet, lovely bartender who's become the talk of Sumeru recently.

After receiving the news of the Sage's downfall and Lesser Lord Kusanali's rescue, you, who'd been out venturing Teyvat to learn about its global gastronomy and arts, decide to return to your homeland and help your father's busy Tavern. The knowledge you've gained from your travels prove to be fruitful as Lambad's Tavern reaches a new peak of popularity. Though, not everyone's point of interest is the menu — no no, in fact, many have become frequent patrons simply to get a glimpse of the new face behind the counter.

You and Kaveh click almost immediately. Your shared views on arts and beauty is one thing checked off, but the way your actually understand him? Unlike most people when they hear his story, you're not quick to put a lable on him ; instead, you make him feel heard and normal for the very first time. Listen patiently and don't throw factual advice on how to fix his life. No wonder he poured out his entire life story to you, all on his first conversation. He's left wondering where you've been all his life as you share a portion of your own struggles, views on life and snippets of your adventures. To this day, Kaveh recalls the conversation along with your benign smile and feels his heart thump as if he's become a teenager again.

Every ensuing visit to the Tavern has his belief strengthen as well : you two must be soulmates. He's even started (half) jokingly calling you one as well, which never seems to move you the way he wants though as, all you do is adorably giggle and ask him to pay for his order. Oh well, he supposes that's an indication that you do not pity him solely because of his financial status. Kaveh's life had gotten a lot better with your presence ; he no longer drinks himself to oblivion, sleeps better than before and doesn't even pay heed to his roommate's sharp comments that'd otherwise end in a massive argument, thoughts preoccupied with what kind of trinket he could bring to impress you. For a brief period, Kaveh had felt like he'd finally found his light, his reason to keep living. He'd only wish he hadn't introduced his friends to you.

You first ‘officially’ met the dusty-rock-of-a-roommate of Kaveh (his words) when you took the responsibility of dropping him to his place of residence after the architect had passed out from taking a sip of the Sneznayan Fire-Water. You weren't sure what you were expecting from Alhaitham, but a talk over books that spiralled a little too late into the night and ended with him walking you back home certainly wasn't it. You can see where Kaveh came from, The Acting Grand Sage did not have the countenance that invited friendships. You'll have to thank your profound interest in all genres of books and an equal ease to share your opinions to not be at the recipient of that attitude. It takes you a little too much time to notice that since that night, the Scribe has found himself a second home in your radar. You see him at Puspa Cafe, the Grand Bazar, the streets and after a little while, even at your father's Tavern almost frequently. So much so, that calling him something of a friend might not be as far-fetched now.

In Alhaitham's defense, he's simply intrigued, it's not everyday he meets someone who can keep up with him. It took him only a glance at you to realize you're the person who has Kaveh blushing and giggling like a madman at random times. The architect's creepy behavior aside, at least, it seemed as though some of your sense of responsibility had rubbed off on him so, less headache for Alhaitham. You're easy to talk to ; granted, you don't always have agreements but that doesn't pose as an impediment from keeping the conversation flowing. In fact, you treat him no different ; neither his status nor his prolonged disappearances that'd no doubt affect anyone else can change your easygoing persona as he approaches you, the coffee and dishes you make are rather good too and— ah. Alhaitham understands now why Kaveh is so smitten with you.

Lambad's Tavern is a prominent destination for fans of Genius Invocation TCG, you like the game, too. But because of your duty, you can only resign yourself to watching from the counter as some rejoiced in victory and others had their heads in their hands from loss. It's entertaining to a degree, frustrating to another as you have to remain silent while the players make dumb choices. You digress, whatever they do is none of your business. But if you had to pick one group that produced the most entertaining show out of this game ; it'd be the friends Kaveh brought along with him. Most of the times, they'd just be reduced to Kaveh's ranting pillows and really, only one of them—and by that you mean the General Mahamatra who seemed to truly care for the game. You're curious about him, actually. He seemed so different from the rumours that were floating around. And thanks to Kaveh's impulsive announcement that you'd be dueling Cyno one night, you had the opportunity to satiate that curiousity — and flex a win against the master of TCG altogether.

To say Cyno was flabbergasted would be the understatement of the century. He'd repeatedly demanded for a second match that time (all the while Kaveh looked like he could die of pride) but you'd shut it off with the (not really) threat of charging extra for your lost time. Since then, he'd been hot on your tail, too. Trying to coax you into a second match with every strategy he can think of : bribing, bargaining, cracking awful jokes to befriend you — his hard work paid off, but the sight of a win against you still seemed to be far. At one point, those concerns were lost as you both simply found fun in each other's presence. Cyno, in the meantime, had noticed that your amiable personality was both a blessing and a curse. Do you not see the corrupt glints in their eyes? The wanton touches and disgusting saccharine lacing their words? No can do, they do not deserve your courtesy. Do not blame him for taking matters into his own accounts or show any semblance of concern after the personnel mysteriously disappear the next day ; its just a little favor for his TCG buddy.

Out of all of them, Tighnari took you the longest to get to know properly. Given his usually passive personality in the presence of others, no wonder he'd strayed a little from your attention. The forest ranger wasn't behind in knowing you, though. In fact, it seemed as though he had been picking up on clues his other friends were missing. Tighnari had been the first to take notice of your ennui, which he had surmised to be a result of all the people you have to deal with everyday. Turns out even you have your moments. One evening as Kaveh, Cyno and Alhaitham were preoccupied with debating over who-knows-what, Tighnari took the opportunity to approach you about it. He couldn't ignore the darkening circles under your eyes or the brightness in your optics dimming any longer — he's glad he did ; in truth, your life had gotten crazier than it was back when you were traveling, you'd confessed. You no longer felt truly...alone, even in moments that you're sure is securely private. Tighnari listened intently, for once the roles being switched. He sent hand-made remedies to help with your stress, frequently wrote to you to check your well being when he couldn't visit personally, anything within his power.

He felt sympathy for your state, such a precious person like you doesn't deserve this, you should be treated better, he could treat you better — now if only you're at arms reach to the forest ranger. Alas, for now he'd have to be content with this development. Tighnari has an inkling about who is, or are, responsible for your building misery. Does he intent to do anything with that knowledge though? Yes, coaxing you to his side, preferably.

The innocent, nameless wandering boy you'd taken with you on your return to Sumeru, suddenly returned home with a glowing anemo vision in the span of a few hours one fine afternoon. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary though, he was still as glued to your person (though nowadays he seemed to venture out more than usual), he was still the harmless boy you'd grown accustomed to. So then, why did it feel like something was amiss? Was it how often he'd find himself at the brink of an angry customer's fist? Or was it because that only occurs when you leave the counter to get something and that same customer just so happened to have been pushing you for a date beforehand? Your suspicions always end up fleeting though, you can never even raise an eyebrow at the boy, not when he looks at you with those glossy puppy eyes. In the end, it's always the other man that's handed over to the guards, it's always the others, in general at the face of your displeasure — not Wanderer, never Wanderer. If only you could see the same grin he directs at the retreating men behind your unassuming back.

You never did regret letting him trail behind your person (except maybe the bombarding allegations from your family of him being your significant other, it took one whole week to convince them otherwise, after all.) ; he was sweet and so.. clueless, as if he were but a newborn child. Your heart couldn't resist the poor thing and that's what brought you to this situation. Wanderer revels in the others' jealousy at the sight of you two's closeness (who could guess this same man had tried to take over Sumeru). He can do many of the things your other admirers can only dream of ; lean on your shoulder, fall asleep on your lap, play with your hair as you prepare a drink, whisper things in your ear with a purposefully lowered voice and get away with anything. All is well with the lost boy you'd picked up from the last turn of your travels, it's just that, you can't quite shake off the feeling of a strange familiarity everytime you look at his otherwordly eyes.

what do you call this? a love hexagon? 🤔

[ au masterlist ]

[pascals-doll]

candy

ellie williams x reader

🫧 happy valentines day to all my beautiful followers | enjoy this vday special 🩷 am i uploading this ar midnight because a bitch had classes and work yes but its valentines (was technically) IM GGONNA WRITE AN ELLIE FIC 🧘‍♀️

🫧 inspired by the song candy by doja cat | bed of roses PT2

🫧 description: fluffy, cute surprises, reader knows how to know paint a bit, just fluff, cute fluff,ellie sings to you (i took the scene from the game because i cherish it sm) smut, SLUT SMUT💋, power dynamic, dom!ellie, sub!reader, you and ellie live together, reader is PUSSYHUNGRY (mmm im so- i would do anything for that tsunami), reader eats out ellie on stairs (you’re welcome), fingering, praises, no use of y/n, use of petnames like doll, mama, and good girl, very little degradation, hair pulling, clit sucking, face grinding, cum eating, just ellie getting eaten so good! enjoy

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

but you know that it ain't real cherry

know that it ain't real cherry

🫧

it was valetines day today which meant ellie got to spoil you rotten; it is very well- deserved.

you would always be very thoughtful with your gifts.

this valentines day, you sneakily woke up around 1 AM and worked until dawn on customizing a wooden workstation that you got her for her artwork.

you knew you had work in the morning but you would do anything for the woman who’s protected you, provided for you, and pleased you.

you painted the workstation very carefully a dark earth-green. you let each coat of paint dry before beginning to carefully paint details on it.

you were going to paint symbols for each of her favorite memories onto it. you took references from her own beautiful drawings.

one of the details you painted were the beginning of Joel’s; now her guitar, painting even the moth.

one of the guitar strings then ran around the whole work-station, dragging the brush till the end.

you began to draw small moths and different flowers with herbs carefully placing them along the string line.

lastly, finishing it up by drawing a silhouette of the both of your bodies intertwined, then painting an outline of ellie’s knife and joel’s gun side by side on the side of her workbench.

once you were done, you carved both of your initials into the side of the workbench.

you transfered all of her essentials from the small broken down drawers; that could barely hold up to her made with so much love customized workstation.

you made your way back into your shared warm bed, careful not to wake up ellie.

sunrise made its way into the sky, ellie waking up now as you now slept.

ellie noticed you got up in the middle of the night, searching for your warmth but she shrugged it off before knocking into slumber again.

ellie got up very quietly, planting a kiss on your head before heading into her work room to get her guitar.

she walked into her art room, stepping as she scans the room. she immediately stopped in her steps, her eyes falling onto your beautiful workstation.

ellie’s heart pounds outside of her chest, tears wanting to form in her hazel eyes as a rush of emotions take over her.

she walks around the small wooden dark-green station, her handing brushing it softly as she takes in your designs.

she couldnt help but think about although you had work sadly on valetines day, you still did this for her.

this was bigger than the world to ellie.

you were the most perfect girl and if one thing was for certain, ellie would be spending an eternity of valetine’s day with you.

🫧

I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot

Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot

I can be your cherry, apple, pecan,

or your key lime

Baby, I got everything and so much more than she's got

you were now currently at work, you hated how you got called in today.

you asked ellie if she was going to be good with you going to work today, in which she responded by pulling down your panties.

lets just say, you had a very pleasant morning before going into work.

while you were away at work, ellie got to work on her surprise because eating your cum for breakfast wasn’t enough.

she went to almost all the floral shops she could, selling them out of their pink and red roses.

ellie covered the entryway with petals, even the staircase that leads upstairs, and leading all the way up into your room.

the living room, she had a fairy lights hung along with pink lit candles on the ground.

ellie had a huge case of flowers waiting for you, wrapped in the arrangement of your inital.

that was only the downstairs, your room was filled with more surprises.

your shared bed was covered in rose petals, a couple small gifts waiting for you while your surprise gift was tucked away by ellie.

ellie finished up any last miniute preparations before you came home from work.

she changed from her pj shirt and boyshorts from this morning to a flannel with a black-tee and some baggy shorts that exposed her Calvin Klein lining.

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry

She's just like candy, she's so sweet (She's so sweet)

But you know that it ain't real, know that it ain't real

🫧

you came home a bit exhausted but excited because you picked up a teddy bear that held a heart with the writing “i love u” on it from a street vendor, leaving your job.

once you made it home, beginning to turn the keys to step through your front door.

you open the door to see your beautiful auburn-hair girlfriend.

she was sitting there on your shared loveseat, her beautiful fingers strumming her guitar.

the melodious tone from the strums of her guitar strumming the song your love for each other shares.

she began to sing softly “talking away” your hand cant help but go ovee your mouth as you felt tears begin to form.

the sound of her silky voice singing through your ears, making your heart pound and face hot.

“today’s another day to find you”

you could listen to ellie sing for the rest of your life, tears were already streaming down your face. ellie couldn’t look you in the eyes while she sang because if she did, she wouldn’t be able to finish.

you made her heart go a million miles per minute like a schoolgirl crush.

you made her stomach flutter like she was born with a butterfly nest inside her.

you made her soul shine like the sun after never-ending rain.

ellie finished serenating you, putting her guitar down

she finally looked up at you, clutching a teddy bear with tears streaming down your face.

before ellie could say anything, you ran into her arms; immediately taking you in to her embrace.

this was a feeling words couldn’t express, but only actions.

your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest with the clash of ellie’s lips onto yours.

you weren’t alone with ellie barely being able to catch her breath but so desperate for you.

the way your lips moved with such hasty movement but yet still passionately and amorously.

you began to walk towards the staircase, lips not leaving a moment. your eyes slightly opening time to time to make sure you were guiding you and ellie correctly.

“all i wanted-“ you began but were interrupted by her lips again.

“all day was to” ellie pulled away momentarily to let you continue.

“come home to this” you whined out against her lips, your tongue slightly licking over them.

🫧

Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper

It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper

It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

you were fillied with arousal and need to please as you dropped to your knees…on the staircase. you could careless at this given moment.

your hands ran through her back, feeling each crevess of each toned muscle, then coming back around to her arms.

you gave her strong-toned arms a soft squeeze before having them go up to her chest. you needed to have her.

“doll i got a surprise in the room, lets-” ellie begins but you didn’t care.

“no” you said, looking her in the eyes as you unzip and unbutton her shorts “right here, right now” you whine out, pulling down ellie shorts completely.

ellie would be lying if she said you dying to eat her out on each other’s staircase wasn’t the hottest thing, especially on fucking valentine’s day.

it was you, how could she deny you.

“that desperate, mama?” she teases you as you peck her toned abdomen. you gave her a slight whimper as you nod.

she brings herself down to sit on the stairs, grabbing you by your jaw to pull you in for a kiss.

your lips meet again, your hand traveling down into her boxers immediately feeling seeping slick cunt “you drive me insane” you moan out, your mind was so drunk by her.

she had you high on her scent, taste, look, and touch. anything ellie did could have you on your knees, just like this.

your fingers begin to rub her clit in circular motion causing her breathing to hitch and soft moans of content escape her mouth as your lips travel down to her neck.

you begin to suck on the skin as your fingers massaged her clit, slightly putting pressure here and there causing ellie to let out gentle-yet-loud groan.

ellie’s hips began to rise to meet your hand “my beautiful doll-s’good f’me” she mumbled under her breathy moans.

you were sure you left her a purpletrail from her neck leading into her shoulder before going down a couple more steps.

you waste no time in pulling off her boxers, meeting with her wet pussy “s’pretty els, i love you.” you were just completely dazed by ellie at this point, wanting to please her and have her taste on you for days.

“you gonna drool or eat up, doll?” ellie smirks, she knew the effect she had on you and it made you fiend to please her even more.

your hands go to spread her thighs open a bit more before diving your head in between her legs. you met face to face with her juiced pussy, her slick coating your tongue as you lick a stripe.

“ah fuck, doll!” ellie moans out, her hips slightly bucking against your face as her hand had a grip on your hair.

the way you were on your knees on these steps buried into ellie’s pussy, your tongue collects her juices as you begin to swirl your tongue around her clit sucking softly.

she tasted just like candy, you grab her one of her thighs, hooking it up to balance on your shoulder.

the wider angle made her throw her head back “s’fuck doll! just like that. eat it just like that.” her vile voice praising the way you took the way she slopped her pussy against your tongue.

ellie began to work herself towards her orgasm on your tongue, her hand following the movement of your head.

you ate her out like this was your last meal, not wanting to let a single drop “god fuck-y-you’re insane!” she whined out as you worked you fucked her with yout tongue.

ellies stomach stomach flexes, her toned abdomen becoming more prominent as her breathy moans turn into pants and loud gutteral moans as you took your free hand; licking her asshole all the way up to her clit.

“fuck fuck fuck, doll! s’such a good girl” ellie’s hand swore she could’ve pulled your hair our by now but you could careless, the only thing on your mind was making this woman cum.

she deserved the way you ate her with delight, completely letting her use your face for her orgasm.

your nails dig into her thigh as you feel yourself slowly loosing your breath; but you were not leaving till she had came all over your face.

“s’close god! youre such a fuckin’ slut f’me.” her orgasm finally riding out.

“atta girl, lick it all up again.” she praises, pulling you back up from her pussy to her lips, tasting herself momentarily before her hand finds the back of your head guiding you to the white cum-beed that seaped out of her now fucked-out hole.

you licked her from asshole up, completely picking up her cum onto the tip on tongue causing you moan out as your lips were wrapped around her.

once you pulled away meeting her eyes, her cum covering your lips causing your face to glisten lightly.

“you’re a demon” ellie brings you into her embrace on the stairs.

“its not my fault you’re my favorite candy”

🫧

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

a/n > part 2 ??? 😇