#characters 🏷

[the-kittyphiles]

Quackity from QSMP is a 🗺!

[ID: Character Quackity from the QSMP with the 🗺 flag on their cheek.

Quackity in front of the 🗺 flag.]

[aeroblossom]

arlecchino becoming enamored with furina and sending her daily letters asking to meet post archon quest at her home with cakes and flowers attached and neuvillette mailing her money every month for groceries, luxuries, sending over books and plays and operas he thinks she will like, trying to make her come to the palais anyhow versus furina who believes herself to be undeserving of love and thinking they only do it all out of pity and guilt

[q4evze]

oh yeah baby we're so back (reposting old shit)

♡ sub!kaeya, fucking surprise

♡cw: alcohol, god!reader, u are the anemo archon, gn reader, penetrative sex but no parts mentioned on either end, sort of dacryphilia, general cosmic knowledge bullshit

♡a/n: if yk yk

“I think you’ve had a bit too much,” comes a flirtatious voice behind you. Though the first floor of the tavern is always crowded and cheerful, the second stays quiet enough for you to recognize the voice’s owner.

“What makes you say that?” you reply without turning around. The answer was obvious– empty glasses litter the table you’d claimed in the dim corner– but Kaeya wasn’t one for small talk. No, if he’d gone out of his way to find you, there was a more important reason.

Gloved hands press into the faded wood next to you, along with a glass that smells of Death After Noon, as the Captain leans over the table. “Rough day, was it?”

“I didn’t know you cared.”

“Is it so astonishing that I’d care for my God?”

Your hands playing with the splintering wood of the table stilled. There had always been cityfolk that knew your secret, but not many had so shamelessly flaunted their knowledge. It would seem fitting of the Spymaster to keep you on your toes. It wouldn’t be right, though, you decide, to let someone so brazen play games with a god.

“I didn’t take you for the type,” you answer measuredly, turning to meet his eye. “But then, I didn’t think I’d mentioned who I was to you before. Perhaps I’ve just scratched the surface in my perception of you.”

And perhaps the human drink has finally reached your brain, you think, as his visible eye glitters at your words. “Let’s get you home,” are the words that fall from his lips, neatly avoiding your implications. Fitting of the Knights, so good at backing out of impossible corners.

Your thoughts almost distract you from his next question.

“Where do you stay?”

You smile and lean in close, close enough Kaeya can hear you over the music and laughter of the tavern when you speak. “I don’t stay. I move where the winds lead me. And tonight, they’ve led me to you.”

He watches you, always so critical, as you lift his Death After Noon to your lips and let the sweet wine slide down your throat.

“Are you sure?” he asks, almost surprised. The wine hits your blood but does nothing to dull your mind. So difficult, to get drunk on the spirits of mortals. But there are other ways, you reason, to intoxicate oneself. And a new door just opened.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You don’t have any sense of danger? No regard for your safety?”

You shift slowly, leaning in towards the Captain. “You overestimate yourself,” you murmur, slow and sure. “Do you think you know more than me? Do you think I haven’t watched over you since you stumbled into my land? Do you think you would have thrived here without my blessing?”

You move closer, close enough that your lips brush against his ear when you say, “Do you think I don’t know you better than you know yourself?”

Kaeya freezes for a minute, but manages to maintain his façade. “If we’re to continue this conversation, it should be when you’re sober,” he relents.

“Such kindness,” you reply. So much this mortal didn’t know, so much he thought he did. You decide to keep to yourself that the wine had nothing to do with your disposition.

The scenes of the tavern and the streets blur as calloused hands guide you outside and into the night. You smile to yourself quietly– you hadn’t even had to ask– as the lights of the townhouses come into view.

The first thing you notice is that the decoration is sparse. A boy from two broken families would want less to miss, but the reality of it brings you to your senses. The music and blurriness of the city fall away to the quiet understatedness of the apartment.

Wordlessly, you remove your shoes and cross the room to wrap your arms around the Captain’s slender waist from behind.

“Poor lonely boy,” you whisper to him, your voice deep and rasping. “So underappreciated, so hopelessly unaware of the love this city feels for you.” Your grip tightens, sliding down over his hips. “Let me show you how much Mondstadt loves you.”

“You’re Mondstadt itself, are you?” comes his reply, breathless and questioning. Kaeya turns in your hands, tracing the softly glowing veins of your arms from elbow to wrist. The new orientation allows for you to let your fingertips wander, closer to where you wanted them.

“Yes,” is your simple answer. “The city, the lands, the people. I thought you knew.”

His back arches into you at the command of a wandering hand.

“I know your value to my people,” you continue, other hand tugging at his bottom lip, admiring its fullness. “I know what you deserve, outlander. You have the blessing of the Anemo Archon, is that not enough for you?

His stunned silence keeps you talking– you’ve never seen the Cavalry Captain speechless before. “Few can say they’ve caught the attention of a god. Some might consider themselves honored. Some might praise and worship me. But I like you best because you wouldn’t do any of that at all.” You brush a stray lock of hair out of his face carefully. “Beautiful little thing, let me show you how wanted you are.”

“You’re awfully confident,” comes his reply, deliberate as he brings your hand on his face to his lips, sucking at the worn, scarred flesh.

The time between the exchange at the front door and arriving in bed seems nonexistent. You hover over the mortal, veins thrumming with magic as you move to rid him of his clothes.

His submission catches you off guard, however, when he melts into your touch, letting his eye flutter shut as your fingers swiftly work open the laces of his corset and belt with an adept familiarity, as if you had put them on the Captain yourself. When the buttons of his shirt come undone, you busy yourself with his chest, and when you finally manage to peel his tight pants down his thighs, your teeth sink into the soft brown skin of his stomach.

Desperate hips rock against your chin, looking for friction. When your exploring touch finds his tight rim, you hear a barely muffled gasp from above you. That’s what I’m looking for.

“Do you have anything to help with this?” you mumble against his skin, biting back a laugh when he clenches tighter at the sound of your voice.

“Bedside table”, he answers, desperately trying to hide the shakiness of his voice. You fish in the drawer until you draw up an oil, one you first remember being used for this purpose hundreds of years ago. You push the Knight’s knees apart.

“Just like that,” you murmur, pouring the shining golden liquid over your fingers. Before the excess can spill over your palms, you press it into him, deliberate and unceremoniously. Try as you might, your eyes never stray from between his thighs as you coax your toying fingers deeper. Deft and smooth as ever, you spread him open before your prying, all-seeing eyes, as if to peel away all his secrets with the display.

Kaeya’s sweet moans brought your attention back to the present, the present where you were feeling and human and vulnerable, where another ached just out of reach of your fingertips. The present, the reality, where you could realize how much you needed to be inside the mortal crying out and stuffed full of your digits as soon as possible.

The show of his hole spreading and twitching for you almost distracted your focus enough to forget your intentions. Almost, but not quite. You stare into his bottomless, starry eye as you slide into him.

Settling your hands around the halo of blue hair, you rolled your hips forward, tender and forgiving. “I love you,” you whisper as you feel his body tremble under yours.

“You’re d-drunk,” he accuses, gasping in time with your soft thrusts. “D-don’t say things like that unless you mean it.”

Your reply comes easily. “You think I don’t?” Your lips graze the soft incline of his cheekbones. “I speak for my city. I speak for my land and all of its people. I am the wind and sky, the lifeblood of the land.”

“I love you, Kaeya.”

“Ahhhh!”

“We are your home. We love you.”

“Don’t say that, I told you–”

“I am your home. I love you.”

It had been so, so long since anyone had told Kaeya that he was loved.

The cruel emotional overstimulation you insisted on putting him through makes tears shine in his eye; that unknowable, sparkling eye. It also makes him tighten around you again.

As Kaeya’s lips part in protest, you press his knees back against his chest and drive yourself in further, reaching down to draw his lips to yours. “I love you,” you repeat, quieter against his lips before tugging his lip into your teeth. You pretend not to notice the tears that wet your cheek.

Kaeya’s fingers dig into your back, pushing you deeper, closer, as if all he wanted was to end up in a world where only you would tell him he was loved, over and over, until he could understand. The sound of his orgasm is carried on the melody of a wordless sob. His tears stream down his face in rivers now, and you lick them off his face one by one, buried deep inside as he clings to you tightly.

Well done, you think to yourself, as the Knight shakes and sobs at your mercy. What better way to welcome a mortal home than to show him his god’s love firsthand?

[womenenthusiast2]

drew this (my vesper and cirrus as christine and erik) alike 4 months ago after finishing the phantom of the opera, this was my peak art actually

[pompkns]

Thingies I've done for my ToyHouse part 2

[everythingseasoning]

M’s Anime Analysis Masterlist*

includes: Haikyu!!, A Lull in The Sea, My Hero Academia, Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, more to come!

diary entries and other insights: FOUND HERE*

Character Analysis’

Suguru Geto In Depth (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Megumi Fushiguro Brief (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Duo/Dynamic Analysis’

Satosugu brief analysis (Jujutsu Kaisen)

[wolf-saint]

Me when I sit down and wonder if the small victories of the finale were worth episode after episode of nothing content,,,

[ppnuggie]

got to the part in mtmte where sunder shows up 🫣🫣 ngl he a little 😏😏 hes kinda ,, 😳

[broodingmystery]

🏷 tag drop; W.endy C.ase

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

Do you have any tips on making/developing characters? I’ve got some new OC’s that I’m working on and can’t get a coherent character :/

Anyway, hi Ziod—hope you’re doing well <3

Hello beloved how are you!!! 🌸

Well I’m not quite sure how to explain it.

I’ll set development aside for now. As for making:

Use inspiration from different media/fandoms. Most of my OCs are inspired by different aspects of characters from shows/comics I like reading.

Tho as I stated before, Use a base first, that acts as your beta model and then go about your own way to create the final product.

That’s how I do it. A lot of times I may scrap something from the initial plan, or add something new.

Don’t rush anything tho. This stuff takes time. And the development takes place as you go.

Also make sure you work with stuff you’re familiar with or enjoy. Like: oh! Your favourite God is Dionysus? Ok let’s work around that. Or something like: I like swords let’s give OC a sword, then use references to create a custom sword for OC! Things like that.

You can even use your own self for OCs. Like if you don’t like raisins, ok, Oc despises em too. Or you like Aquariums, sure! Oc loves em too. Self inserting certain stuff isn’t bad.

Same goes for the appearance of the characters. Normally if you wanna challenge yourself or have fun. I do this spin the wheel thing, adding both things I like or things I struggle to draw on the slots. It’s fun and a good exercise to try new things.

For development, idk what to say here. I guess it goes with process. Like you have a small plan for your OC and as you go further with them, development happens on its own. Similarly as before, You add new things or scrap others.

Well that’s all I have 🥹

I hope I could help in some way! 🌸

[wexarexmadxhere-archive]

Susan Hargrove; Muse Info

“It’s okay, nothing is going to happen, baby.”

Full Name; Susan Hargrove Nickname; None Face Claim; Jessica Chastain Gender; Female Pronouns; She/Her Marital Status; Divorced Sexuality; Bisexual Straight Age; 46 Date Of Birth; 1940 Occupation; Bank Teller Residence; Hawkins, Indiana Species; Hunan Family; Max Mayfield (daughter), Billy Hargrove (stepson) Verses; None Side Note; Obviously I’ll need to rewrite this all at some point! Biography; At some point, Susan divorced her previous husband Sam Mayfield and underwent a string of relationships with at least four different men, none of which lasted very long. Working as a teller at a bank, she met a security guard named Neil Hargrove, who developed an attraction for her until he finally proposed.[1] She later married Neil despite his abusive nature, moving from California to Hawkins, Indiana in 1984. On November 4, 1984, Susan and Neil returned home from running errands, only to find Max missing and her bedroom window opened. Susan and Neil confronted Billy on Max's whereabouts, only to find out that he does not know where she is. When Neil starts abusing Billy, Susan watches in discomfort as Neil reprimands Billy for not being respectful and having responsibility. When Neil makes Billy apologize to Susan, she tries to assure that it's okay, but Neil stops her, saying Billy's behavior is not okay. Susan watches Neil order Billy to find Max and moves out of the way to let Neil leave the room before leaving too. On December 15, she helped Max with her hair to get ready for the Snow Ball, as she complimented her daughter's hair. By April of 1986, Susan and Neil had split. Susan began drinking heavily and had to pick up two jobs in order to keep a roof over herself and Max's heads. They have moved into a trailer at Forest Hills Trailer Park. She is shown to have a low impression of Eddie Munson, her neighbor.

[the-kittyphiles]

Bandit from Bluey is a 🗺!

[ID: Bandit from Bluey with the 🗺 flag on his cheek.

Bandit in front of the 🗺 flag. End ID]

[aeroblossom]

i feel like i've fooled people into thinking i only write for fontaine. this is not the case. i am certainly a fontaine lover, but mondstadt and sumeru are my two other true loves. you have no idea the length of time i could give you a university level lecture on albedo and wanderer. did you know that albedo's e skill and burst pose is a fullmetal alchemist reference?

[womenenthusiast2]

Wanted to try a more “painting” like style, but i basically gave up on the background so here’s an awkwardly cut version of the drawing. My still nameless Mc and Helios (belonging to @coeluvr ) together while i can still draw fluff.

Used this picture as reference.

[pompkns]

Baker content? 🥺

sleepy baker is my favorite thing to draw actually

[everythingseasoning]

There’s construction going on around where I live and the music they’ve been playing is so fun & wholesome and I’m just shakin’ my body in the kitchen, straight vibin’ with them, parallel play

I wish Yuuji was here it would be such a good time!! He’d be goofing off with me, all smiles and laughter and good movement. I know for a fact he’d be a happier guy in this universe and def enjoy moments like these to the fullest