#color coding my eye avatars

[vieramars]

I love when Jon has green eye motifs and Jonah has yellow eye motifs and gertrude has blue eye motifs Gerry has orange eye motifs

[revelboo]

This is a sandbox storyline- basically a story starter anyone can play off of. No set Transformers universe here so any partner or partners goes- you want to romance BW Wapinator, IDW Megatron, and TFP Ratchet? Go for it. The premise? Cybertronians trying to find a human who's a compatible match to their sparks and biofields (bit different than my normal stuff, where here, a match needs to be made to be able to bond). Due to how severely endangered their species is, the factions are cooperating even if there still is palpable tension. The agreement is to lure potential matches onto a massive cruise ship where they can interact as their holomatter avatars with their real forms stashed in the hold. Flirting, chatting up, and romancing humans they're drawn to with the intent to reveal their true forms when the cruise stops at its first and only port of call. An isolated island.

If you want to play: no minors in any context, smut is fine, dub-con/forced seduction is okay, but anything beyond that is a nope. Pick whatever characters you want from any TF continuity and carry on the storyline. You can do next/previous like I do and reference this starter if you want, but you don't have to. It's free real estate since it's a very old fic I haven't touched in forever and it probably wasn't getting touched again ever otherwise, so have fun.

Cruise ship concept inspired by Swim Away by themaskismyface on Ao3

Cybertronian Cruiselines

Squinting up at the massive ship as the sun bakes you, people move around you up the walkway alone or in small groups. And some of your doubts ease a bit seeing the ship up close, because you'd honestly assumed it was a scam of some sort. The brochure that had come with your ticket had indicated it was a fantasy cruise. That you could roleplay and romance crew members as funny as it sounds.

Rounding a corner, you run into a queue of people and the cause? The two tallest men you've ever seen. One's mostly silver hair is swept back from an almost sinister, scarred face and red eyes that have to be contacts sweep over the crowd. The other one's hair so dark a black it almost looks blue in the sunlight, his eyes startlingly bright. Yeah. You absolutely understand the backlog now. Everyone gawking at the eye candy on display. That one with the contacts, his eyes almost glow with a feral light, lips twisting in annoyance. And that duster he's wearing looks too hot for the heat, his shirt halfway unbuttoned to show an expanse of tawny skin and tucked into tight fitting jeans. His buddy's shirt stretched tight over a broad chest as he smiles and reaches to hook a finger against his tie, tugging slightly.

"Welcome to the Iacon. I'm Optimus and this is my co-captain Megatron," blue eyes says, his deep voice easily carrying over the whispers. "Please get settled so we can set sail without delay." And he's sweeping an arm to get people moving in the right direction.

Glancing at the two hunks, you follow the crowd, pulling your luggage with you. If the entire crew is that lovely? You're going to have some fun. The ramp enters into an expansive main area, and your neck cranes to try and figure out how many levels there are above you. Never seen a ship this big before. Everything gleaming gold, cream, and glass. Looking far too bourgeoise for you to set foot in or touch. And it looks like the entire cruise line crew is right here, mingling and drifting among the guests. Men and women both and there doesn't seem to be any real dress code going on that you can tell. The only way to tell the crew from the guests is the lack of luggage and the little pins they're wearing. Little colored badges that look like funny faces. And there's multiple versions it looks like. Showing what their duty is, maybe?

"I can't believe that the future of our race lies with these pathetic creatures," Megatron growls, watching the humans wander up the ramp to the ship, fingers flexing in irritation at this indignancy.

Shooting him a censoring look, Optimus watches the humans go. "The strong should protect the weak. Though, these forms do take some getting used to." Rolling his shoulders, he rubs his fingers together, playing with the sensory net and the sensations that feel as real as if it was his own servos touching.

"It's a miracle humans have survived as long as they have," Megatron mutters. No claws, no fangs. Disturbingly squishy and weak, and still very determined to murder each other from what he can tell. Shuddering slightly, he growls as more of them head their way. To come gawk at him. But after centuries of failed attempts to create a hybrid or artificial spark? Their numbers are dwindling. This is the last, best option and he despises it. And as carefully as they selected humans to invite, he can't deny the dread that maybe it won't work. That the medics and scientists got it wrong and this is all a waste of time. That Cybertronians can't be saved. Head turning, he sees Autobot and Decepticon avatars crowding the railing, leaning to watch the humans that might be their salvation with open curiosity.

Annoyed when he sees several head into the ship to greet the humans. And to get close enough to see if any of them trigger reactions to their biofields. Oblivious little organics smiling and gawking at them as they're fussed over on the pretense of getting closer. Because that's the game here. A fantasy cruise where the crew, his people, cater to the human guests' whims, trying to find a compatible partner. It's horrifying that they've sunk this low.

[creampuffqueen]

The Genetics Behind Bending

As I’m sure many of you are aware by now, I have a slight fascination with genetics. I find them so cool and intriguing, like a fun puzzle for me to solve. As such, I’ve recently been trying to figure out the genetic component behind bending in the universe of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Here’s what I’ve figured out so far!

A few notes:

Within the ATLA universe, bending seems to have both a genetic and a spiritual component. “Spirituality” is sort of hard to quantify. While it does seem to play somewhat of a role, for this post I am operating under the assumption that bending is mostly genetically linked

This ties into another thing, which is the… sort of? Canon information that all Air Nomads are airbenders. I can’t remember exactly where it was said, but it was said at some point. I am largely ignoring that in this post as well, though I will be giving some reasons as to why most Air Nomads are also airbenders

Sub-bending techniques will also not be discussed. While bending is largely genetic, sub-bending doesn’t seem to follow any kind of pattern of inheritance. Not to mention that some sub-bending techniques can only be developed through external factors (i.e. combustionbending). For simplicity’s sake I am only discussing the 4 main bending types, though if someone wanted to use what I have started to figure out the genetics behind sub-bending, be my guest!

All right, with that out of the way, let’s get into it!

A few quick terms for anyone unfamiliar with genetics:

Gene: A chemical compound that codes for specific proteins in your body that make you… you! Passed from parent to offspring

Allele: An alternate form of a gene. For example, a gene codes for overall eye color, and the alleles for this gene are brown, blue, green, etc. A person can only have two allele per gene, but more than two alleles for a gene may exist in a population

Dominant vs. Recessive: When a dominant allele is present, it hides the presence of the recessive allele so the recessive allele is not expressed, or physically seen

Phenotype vs. Genotype: Phenotype is the physical expression of a gene, whereas genotype is the actual genetic makeup of a gene. Depending on the pattern of inheritance, the phenotype may not express all alleles present in the genotype

The main problem I kept encountering while trying to figure this out was that non-bending parents could produce bending children, AND bending parents could produce non-bending children. This means that bending can’t exactly follow your typical pattern of inheritance, where there is a single dominant and a single recessive allele. If bending is dominant, then two non-benders couldn’t have a bending child. If non-bending is dominant, then two benders couldn’t have a non-bending child. 

So now what?

For starters, I worked on figuring out specifically how the different types of bending would work inheritance-wise. I ended up deciding to treat the bending gene in a similar way to how blood-type genetics works, with multiple different alleles and a codominance style of inheritance. 

Codominance is when both alleles on a specific gene are expressed at the same time. This is how you get AB blood types. The person has both an A and a B allele, and the two are expressed together. 

Now time for my favorite part – the punnett squares!! For this gene, I opted to have 5 different alleles: non-bending, airbending, firebending, waterbending, and earthbending. No type of bending is dominant over another, because all of these alleles can be codominant. 

(A punnett square is basically just an easy tool for predicting different gene outcomes of offspring based on their parents’ genes. It can also be used to show all possible allele combinations for a certain gene.)

This gene is referred to as the bending type gene, and I decided to represent it with the letter B. To show what type of bending the allele is for, it also has a dash mark with another letter. For example, airbending is represented with B-A. Five different alleles means twenty-five different possible combinations, which I have right here:

What’s the deal with the highlighted squares? Well, I had to decide which combinations would result in a person actually being able to bend. Genes are what code different proteins in our body, each protein playing an important part in making up our body. This gene, bending type, would specifically code for proteins that… make bending possible. Not chi paths, as I’ll touch on that aspect later, but this gene determines the exact type of bending a person is able to do. Remember, these alleles are codominant, meaning both will be expressed together.

For this gene, I decided that the non-bending allele, B-N, would be an allele that results in no bending protein being developed whatsoever. This is similar to how O blood-type works, as the O allele creates zero antigens in the blood. But, also like the O blood-type allele, if a different allele is present, such as A or B, it is that allele that will be seen in the phenotype as there is still at least one allele coding for a protein. This is how two people with A or B blood types can have a child with an O blood type! And this is also how the bending type gene works. If a person has at least one bending allele, they will be able to bend. 

However, there is also the fact that bending types don’t mix. You cannot have someone who is both an earthbender and an airbender, or any combo of bending. (Outside of the Avatar, but their extra bending abilities are a result of having the Avatar Spirit, not genetics). To this end, I decided to get a little bit loose with the rules (because hey, it is a fantasy universe). This is not how this scenario would work out in real life, but it makes enough sense that I think the rule-bending is acceptable. 

The body can only code for one type of bending at a time. If you have one bending type allele and one non-bending type allele, you will be able to bend. If you have two bending alleles of the same bending type, you will also be able to bend. But, if you carry bending alleles of two different bending types, you will be a non-bender. This is because the body cannot make two different types of bending proteins, only one.

Effectively, this means there are multiple ways to be a non-bender; though all non-benders will be phenotypically identical regardless of why they can’t bend. The highlighted cells of the above punnet square represent allele combinations that will result in someone being able to bend. Out of 25 possible combinations, only 12 will result in benders, meaning with this specific allele scenario, only 48% of people will be benders.  

The reason I chose to go this route is because in order to make this gene work like it would in the real world, I would have to create a dominance hierarchy between the different bending types. Such as, Airbending is dominant to Firebending which is dominant to Waterbending and so on and so forth. But if this were how it worked, that would mean that one type of bending is more dominant than any other type – and that just doesn’t feel right for the ATLA universe. 

Another possibility of making this work more like the real world is by making a multi-bending genotype a lethal gene combination. Meaning that zygotes/embryos with a multi-bending genotype will not survive. Honestly this being the case could provide some lore on why the 4 Nations are so segregated by bending type – people would certainly notice that mixed bending families struggle with infertility, as depending on the parents’ genes up to one hundred percent of all gene combinations would result in a non-viable embryo. Perhaps people would notice this and begin to believe it was better to stay with people of their own bending type. 

But I’m trying to keep this light, so bending the rules a bit it is! Though people can feel free to use any of these scenarios in their own worldbuilding if they wish. 

A quick recap of what’s been covered so far because I can’t stop rambling:

The bending type gene codes for a specific protein that dictates what element a person can bend

There are 5 alleles in the population, with the non-bending allele coding for no bending protein. This makes it functionally recessive but the inheritance pattern is still technically codominant

A person with two different bending type alleles will not be able to bend. Benders result from having two of the same bending type allele or having one bending allele and one non-bending allele

People with different bending type alleles and people with two non-bending alleles will both be non-benders, making them phenotypically identical

Now, there are still a few issues when it comes to inheritance. Although this gene accounts for the different bending elements, it still doesn’t guarantee that our known bending families would work out. 

For example, Katara and Sokka have non-bending parents, but one of them is a bender and one of them is a non-bender. If both parents have two non-bending alleles, Katara couldn’t be a bender. It’s highly unlikely either parent would be a non-bender due to having different bending alleles, as the Southern Water Tribe is highly isolated during this time. So how did they get one of each?

To solve this issue, I decided to make the genetics of bending dependent on a linked gene system.

Chromosomes contain all of the genetic material in a cell. Genes mix together during reproduction, creating an embryo with genes from both parents. To do this, the chromosomes are broken apart into tiny chunks. The chunks are pretty random, but genes found closer on a chromosome are more likely to be inherited together. When certain “chunks” of genes are often inherited together, these genes can become linked, meaning they depend on each other for expression. They are still separate genes with separate alleles, but they are linked together and will affect one another. Oftentimes these linked genes code for very similar functions of development, but sometimes not. In humans, the genes for hair color and eye color are linked, which makes certain combinations of these two much more likely, i.e. blonde hair and blue eyes. 

So, which genes on the chromosome of an ATLAverse human are linked? Obviously the bending type gene, but the other gene responsible for bending is a gene I’m calling the bending ability gene. 

Remember how I said I’d be discussing the concept of chi paths later? Well, this is it! The bending ability gene is what creates chi paths in benders! Although chi is a somewhat… nebulous… concept in the universe, it clearly is at least somewhat physically present in the body because of things like healing and chi-blocking. This gene creates those chi paths, and if you also have genes that give you bending, those chi paths are what are used to physically bend the element you have the genes for. 

This gene is a bit simpler, having only two alleles and a basic dominant/recessive inheritance pattern. Here’s the punnett square, with the different alleles being represented by the letters A and a: 

Again, it’s a basic dominant/recessive inheritance pattern. The dominant gene is represented by A, and the recessive by a. A represents the allele that codes for bending chi paths, while a represents the allele that does not create bending chi paths. If a dominant gene is present in the genotype, the person will have bending chi paths.

I do believe there are other genes regarding chi paths, as even non-benders have chi and chi paths, but bending ability is a gene that codes specifically for bending chi paths. 

So, these two genes are linked. What exactly does this mean?

Well, it means there are now three different ways a person can be a non-bender, although all three ways are phenotypically identical. It also means that bending can be hidden within the phenotype, making bending itself effectively a recessive trait in certain instances. 

Let’s break it down a bit more. Here are the genetic requirements for being able to bend:

Must have at least one bending allele on the bending type gene

Bending alleles either have to be identical (homozygous) or expressed only with a non-bending allele (heterozygous)

Must have at least one dominant allele on the bending ability gene

If all those requirements are met, congrats, you can bend! But if even one of those requirements isn’t met, you’ll be a non-bender. I know it seems like I’m making non-bending more common but… actually, I sort of am. Benders are a large focus in the ATLAverse, but if you look at the population of side and background characters, being a non-bender actually seems to be quite common. 

Here are a few more worldbuilding/lore points where this gene system makes a lot of sense:

Katara being the only waterbender in her tribe for a generation. Waterbenders were targeted and systemically captured by the Fire Nation, resulting in these very specific gene combinations required to bend being removed from the population. Without benders to pass down these genes, less and less people would carry them, meaning less and less people being benders

An explanation for why almost all Air Nomads are also airbenders. The Air Nomad population is relatively small compared to the other nations, meaning a smaller gene pool and less diversity in the alleles present. This means most likely, the Air Nomads just had a higher presence of bending alleles in their population compared to other nations, resulting in more benders

A way for families to be mixed in both bending ability and bending type, like Aang and Katara’s family

Perhaps even an explanation for the Harmonic Convergence airbenders. Some folks were non-benders due to their bending type gene, some were non-benders due to their bending ability gene. Harmonic Convergence could have possibly edited these alleles, giving the capacity to bend to those carrying an airbending gene, and giving those who already had the capacity to bend a gene that would allow them to bend air

Along this same line, explaining what exactly energybending does to give and take away bending. Energybending is basically gene editing, which I feel even kind of makes sense with the name. Energybending, editing your genes, therefore your energy? Anyone get me? Which further explains how Yakone was able to father two waterbenders despite having his bending taken away. He still had waterbending genes, but his bending ability gene was edited with energybending

Hopefully this all makes sense! I really, really like genetics…

Okay, so we have our two linked genes and know what makes a bender or a nonbender. Time to have some fun with punnett squares to see how these genes would play out in our favorite ATLAverse families!

Here’s how to make a punnett square that predicts the outcomes of multiple genes:

Get the genotypes of our two parents. For this example, I’ll be using Katara and Aang. Include both alleles present for both genes being looked at

Katara: Aa/B-NB-W, and Aang: AA/B-NB-A. I gave Aang homozygous dominant bending ability alleles due to the aforementioned higher presence of bending alleles in the Air Nomad population

Now, we make our gene combos. Either allele for a gene can be inherited, so we make sure to cover all our bases. Because these genes are linked, alleles from both genes will be inherited together, so we essentially predict all possible ways these alleles could be mixed

Katara’s allele combos: A/B-N, A/B-W, a/B-N, a/B-W. Aang’s allele combos: A/B-N, A/B-A, A/B-N, A/B-A

Make our punnett square and see what combos result!

Katara & Aang, Aa/B-NB-W x AA/B-NB-A

I know this looks a bit chaotic, but it’s easy to interpret once you know what you’re looking for!

From this combination of genes 50% of the offspring would be non-benders, 25% would be airbenders, and 25% would be waterbenders. All the offspring have the capacity to bend due to the presence of an A allele in all combinations, but not all offspring are benders due to the presence of non-bending alleles and multiple bending alleles. 

Considering Katara and Aang have one kid of each outcome, this totally checks out! Some of the genes could also be adjusted in this scenario which would increase/decrease certain outcomes, but I felt this one was the most accurate to their family in canon. 

One more, just because (god i need new hobbies). This time, let’s go backwards, and try and figure out the genotypes of Hakoda and Kya that would result in two non-benders having both bending and non-bending kids.

Same steps as before! Here’s what I worked out:

Hakoda & Kya, Aa/B-NB-N x aa/B-NB-W

From this gene combination, only 25% of offspring would be able to bend. The other 75% would be non-benders. Again, I personally feel this is an accurate representation. Katara was a rarity in her tribe at the time. 

Again, these allele combos could be changed to increase or decrease the amount of benders or non-benders, depending on your preference. I’m just providing examples so hopefully anyone who reads this will be confident in making their own bending punnett squares!

I’ve worked out punnett squares for all sorts of families and ships, but I’ll stop here. I will say that one of the drawbacks for this scenario is that if you want non-benders to have bending children, the non-bending parents cannot be non-benders in the same way. 

What this means is that if both parents are non-benders because they have recessive bending ability alleles, none of their children will be able to bend, no matter what alleles they have for their bending type gene. The reverse is true as well; if both parents are non-benders for having two non-bending alleles on the bending type gene, it doesn’t matter what alleles they have for bending ability. I don’t think this is a very huge limit, but it is something to keep in mind if you’re wanting to work within the scenario I’ve established. 

And… there we have it! This has been such a fun little side project to work on, and I hope I was able to explain my thoughts in an understandable way! If you have any thoughts or questions don’t hesitate to comment or shoot me an ask, or if you just want to see me making punnett squares for your favorite families!

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

[digital-chance]

Neocities Websites for Decor (& Other Resources)

9/4 2:10pm

i've been working on my neocities website and wanted to compile a bunch of places where one can find decor. this is not an extensive list, but rather a bunch of places where you can start finding resources.

please note that various pages could strain the eyes, including flashing lights or colors. pages called 'blinkies' usually have flashing colors throughout. [* = prominent flashing lights]

all websites, resources, and thoughts are beneath the cut

decor

effects for mouse cursors, text, and sites - https://www.mf2fm.com/rv/

assorted decor, images, and more - https://shishka.neocities.org/shishka/toybox

* random gifs from the internet archive - https://gifcities.org

https://pinkukingdom.neocities.org/toybox

http://whimsical.heartette.net/material [has tos you need to follow]

https://cinni.net/?z=/toybox/ [love this website so much]

* assorted early internet graphics - https://www.glitter-graphics.com

https://graphic.neocities.org

https://strawberry-gashes.gensoukai.net/v2/

archived images - https://web.archive.org/web/20100211160439/http://neskaya.net/pixels.php

* https://kawaiiness.net/home.php [potential eye strain]

https://www.asterism-m.com/item/ [japanese site]

https://pixelsafari.neocities.org

https://foollovers.com/mat/index.html [japanese site. has tos]

* https://gothiclolita.neocities.org/materials

https://sozai.pooftie.me [pastels. very low contrast, hard to read warning]

https://scripted.neocities.org

https://arunyi.art/#goodies

https://nonkiru.art/resources

* https://animatedglittergraphics-n-more.tumblr.com / @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1eQx_UiPvEvI4ZZECoPOuRrLhIE_6XbBy [content guide here... 4k+ gifs and graphics by @topadie]

* https://cutewebgraphics.tumblr.com/directory / @cutewebgraphics

https://pngfarm.tumblr.com / @pngfarm

https://lostsozai.tumblr.com / @lostsozai

decor directories

https://directory.cinni.net/sozai/

https://pixelsafari.neocities.org/links/directory/

https://www.tumblr.com/gender444/680981849679511552/favorite-sozaiblog-materials-sites-fool-lovers

definitions

(for those who don't know and/or are just getting into website creation)

webmaster: person who coded/created the website

favicons: small icons or graphics, usually 16x16 pixels.

pixels: graphics either custom-made or found. i've seen this term used for favicons, adoptables, and other graphics.

emoticons: old term for emojis. typically custom emoji expressions

* blinkies: thin flashing or sparkling banners, usually with text, an image, and flashing lights. collectible.

toybox: collections of favicons, stamps, blinkies, buttons, and more. all up to the webmaster's discretion and preferences

* glitters: glittering or shimmering text or images

stamps: collectible rectangular images, usually 99x56px

buttons: images that are hyperlinked to other websites. often custom-made for one particular webmaster or site.

avatars: typically 100x100 pixel images

other websites

beginner's guide to html and css - https://webguide.neocities.org

dnd style character generator - https://harlekine.neocities.org

templates/themes - https://neothemes.neocities.org

photo editor - https://photomosh.com

rainbow text maker - https://www.glitter-graphics.com/generators/rainbow.php

various other resources - https://scripted.neocities.org

learn more about websites & neocities - https://sadgrl.online

assorted resources - https://www.tumblr.com/punkwasp/725206601551773696/neocitiesindie-webmastery-resources

get started with website creation - https://www.tumblr.com/oddmerit/685644129978499072/note-cause-im-getting-sick-and-tired-of-terfs

all types of resources - https://punkwasp.leprd.space/resources/

* = prominent flashing lights/colors

i suggest not linking back (aka hotlinking) to the resources on the website. instead upload it yourself onto either neocities or an image hosting site and include credit. this way, if the person hosting the image deletes their page or loses the image somehow, your website will still be fine. (i didn't do this and had to find everything all over again... )

i have found that the best websites to use as companions to neocities are w3schools, pinterest, tumblr, and any image hosting site. w3schools for coding tutorials. pinterest for inspiration or for graphics. tumblr for any type of decor and advice. to edit my code and have a live preview, i use codepen.io.

since you read through all this, maybe take a look at my neocities site and follow me! <3

[pastel-peach-writes]

Attracted | KorrAsami x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: After a close call of losing the two girls who mean the most to you, you decide it's time to cut the crap and face the music, your feelings.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, No Use of Y/N, 3500+ Words

Part One | Part Three

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

Their stares dug into your soul and pulled out every sense of hiding and masking you've held in for the last few years. Their slight frowns, and disappointment in their colored eyes; it was too much for you to bear.

Were you so prideful in keeping your feelings secret that you'd risk losing Korra and Asami? Was it really that serious to let them think you didn't support their relationship?

You didn't know. You had no way to know.

Now the three of you were staring at each other in the courtyard of Air Temple Island. All parties eager for an answer from you.

However, just because they were eager to get an answer from you doesn't mean you had an answer ready for them.

Just now, in this very moment, you realized you had a crush on the two bisexuals. You just realized that going to bed thinking about kissing the both of them, holding their hands, and making them laugh wasn't as platonic as you thought.

You hated to admit it but Bolin was right. You hated when he was right, especially since you're often so stubborn. He was never going to let you live this down now.

But that's something to worry about in the future. Right now you needed to worry about the present. Korra and Asami are staring at you with hurt and almost distant eyes. The longer you let the silencer linger, the deeper you hurt them.

What could you even say or do in this moment? Make up some silly lie? Confess to them right on the spot? Make them think you're not accepting of their love? All three options were terrible. It was a lose-lose-lose situation.

"Uh," you nervously chuckled, scratching the back of your neck. The bright sun on Air Temple island shone into your eyes, nearly blinding you from the sight of the red-and-blue-coded girlfriends. You wondered what color you would be if you were added to the pair. "You know, I think I need to attend one of Tenzin's meditation classes. Learn how to ease up and become one with my chi."

"One with your chi?" Asami echoed.

"Yeah. If I'm so tense all the time and not noticing, obviously something is off. Maybe even wrong with me." You gave them another shrug. "I can't be one of the best members on the Krew and not be one with my chi."

Korra let out a chuckle. "'One of the best members'?" You nodded at her statement, a cocky smile growing on your lips. Korra shook her head, her smile from her chuckle staying on her face as she crossed her arms. "Who said you were one of the best?"

"Oh, isn't it obvious, Avatar?" You mimicked her stance and Asami did the same, matching the teasing smiles on your faces.

"Must not have been," Korra rebutted. "Sounds like you still got some work to do."

You could only laugh at her playful words. Although her statement was true, it was for the wrong situation. You did have some work to do. You had to work through and process your growing crushes on Asami and Korra in hopes you can get over them and have them never find out about your crush.

That should be easy. What's a little crush going to do to you?

-

"You're right," Tenzin said as he waved his palms over your torso. You were serious about taking meditation classes from him. You were too tense, hyper-focused on the sapphic pair. You needed mental clarity and hopefully with mental clarity comes a way to get over them.

The Airbender was using reiki, some form of spiritual healing that used energy and intention to ease the human mind and body. He decided to use the technique on you when you came to him about your stress problem. He said he rarely used this technique but given that you're a new student of his, he decided why not?

The man had his eyes closed and waved his arms and body around as if he were airbending. The only difference is that he wasn't airbending at all and in fact was getting a feel of your stress and anxiety levels. "You are very tense," he continued. "The tension lies within your shoulders and sits in your gut. Your chest, too, is tight. If you were an Airbender, you'd be blocked from your ability entirely. It would take months, maybe even years to remove this type of stress."

You heaved a sigh as the monk opened his eyes and returned to his natural standing stance. "Months"? "Maybe even years"? By the time you mastered your chi or removed most of the stress in your body, Korra and Asami could very well be married. Or even worse, forgotten about you.

It was extreme to think of those two scenarios but it's what your mind went to. You're doing this to be better for them, not to risk losing your friendship. If it's going to take years to return to the person you were before you started having feelings for them, they were gone for good.

"Well," you said as another sigh escaped your body. "We better get started."

-

Because of your circumstance, Tenzin decided to add airbender training to your "Stress Relief Regimen". Like he mentioned, you would be blocked if you were an Airbender but in addition to the spiritual and worldly connection, Airbenders also have a physical outlet. They use their body to navigate through the winds and courses of life. It acts as another way to release whatever your body is holding in.

It's been a few weeks since you started training with Tenzin and you can admit things are a lot better now. Well, physically. You're still blocked mentally and spiritually, but the airbending training traditions were getting easier for you. You ran into the equipment less and stayed on the balls of your feet more often. Even Jinora was impressed.

You practiced day and night while leaving space to meditate and to connect with nature in between. But the cause of your vigorous schedule to train and relax, you've pulled yourself away from the Krew. You rarely hung out with them outside of work and only said hello to them during meals. Day in and day out, you were training.

It was ironic though. You were training and practicing these techniques to become one with your emotions and get clarity on the KorrAsasmi situation but all the training seemed to be doing was making you avoid them.

You were actively running away and towards your emotions at the same time. How you mastered that skill, not even Tenzin knew.

He watched you prance and elegantly move around the spinning panels on the Airbending arena with your eyes closed and your arms in the offensive position he taught you. While you were physically correct, he could still feel a weight of heaviness and emotion rest on your shoulders and sink into your body.

Korra saw it too. That's why she was here standing next to Tenzin and monitoring your training. She knew Tenzin to be a good teacher so she didn't understand why his training kept you away from the Krew so long.

She already went through that teenage rebellion phase with him so she figured he eased up on allowing you to go out and such. Especially since you're not under his care and a grown adult. And as she watched your practice, she knew Tenzin's methods had changed for the better and the pressure lessened. So, if it wasn't Tenzin keeping you away from her. What was?

When practice was over, there was a meditation session immediately after. It wasn't a one-on-one session like you usually had with Tenzin, but actually an open session for the new Airbenders and anyone who wants to learn more about the art. In fact, it was taught by Jinora. Tenzin wasn't a part of it at all.

Korra assumed you kept your schedule busy with not only Tenzin's agenda but the other Airbenders too. To her it made sense. You're pretty much training to be an Airbender just without the bending. So to her surprise when she walked into the class and saw you weren't there, something was up.

-

"And you're sure they weren't there?" Asami asked as she unmade the bed for the night. She and Korra were in their room, the midnight moon shone through the window and provided natural light for the girls. Korra, just slipping on her white tank, nodded.

"Yup. Now we know Tenzin isn't keeping them away from us. I think it's them who wants to stay away from us." Korra's feet shuffled across the wooden floor, her tush melting into the mattress after she plopped.

"Come on." Asami frowned. "They're not like that. I'm sure it's something else." The paler woman sat beside Korra and placed a well-manicured hand on her shoulder. Korra only sighed again with her head hung low. "They haven't even spoke to Mako and Bolin and they're like brothers to them."

Korra shrugged. What Asami was saying made sense but there was something deeper going on. There was something you weren't telling them and Korra was killing herself trying to find out. "Does it not bother you either?" Korra's sad blue eyes struck Asami's green. "Don't you miss them? Their laugh and how they used to look at us with those eyes? Like we were the world to them. Now we barely get a glance when we pass each other in the halls or in the street."

Asami sighed. Of course, she did. She missed all of it and how you used to compliment them or poke fun. She missed watching you interact with Mako and Bolin and playing with them like they were your blood kin. She missed so much and more. She only placed a kiss on Korra's cheek and moved some hair behind the Avatar's ear. "Come on. Let's get to bed." -

"Good, now breathe while you lift your leg. Your opposite arm follows." You followed Tenzin's notes, lifting your leg and doing a fan kick while your opposite arm follows. When your arm follows, the momentum carried you throughout the move and when your leg landed on the ground, you spun around and nearly womble to the floor.

"Good," Tenzin said walking through the plush grass. "When you use that move, your weight shifts between your standing leg and then the led that lands on the ground. Because of your arm and force of the air, you spin around and when mastered, it's a great move to switch the play on your opponent." Tenzin then cleared his throat, the tops of his ears going red. "You know. If you airbent."

You gave him a slight chuckle. Almost four months into training and Tenzin still forgets you're not an Airbender sometimes.

"Sorry, force of habit." You waved him off and repeated the move, still stumbling when your lifted leg hits the ground. Tenzin instructed ways to land and poses to land into but no matter the note or correction, you continued to wobble.

"Ugh, I don't get it. I'm doing everything right. I'm making sure I'm light on my toes and transferring my weight between my legs," you complained to Tenzin as you took a swig of water.

The Airbending master interlaced his fingers and held them near his diaphragm. "Well, are you emotionally light? Spirtually, mentally?" You nodded as you wipe excess water from the corner of your mouth.

"Yeah. I mean, I think so? I mediate in the morning, evenings, and join some classes at the other Air Temple. I don't know what I'm doing wrong." You walked over to the cemented benches which were really short walls of concrete painted beige. You took a seat, crossing your legs and placing your heels at the edge of the wall.

"Hm," pondered Tenzin as he followed you to the wall. While he can admit your dedication is impressive, he can't help but feel there's something else blocking you, stopping you from achieving your greatest.

It was similar to what he experienced when training with Korra or his failed attempts at connecting to the spirit world but heavier. Almost as if you were avoiding the emotions that kept you planted deep into the ground. If you were an Earthbender, he predicted you would be one of the best.

"Tell me, young one. Is it possible there's something else bothering you? Perhaps problems with family, friends, work even?" He took a seat by you as you contemplated your answer to him.

You've felt good. The feeling of jealousy or even anxiety changed to what some would call a rock. It was as if a flat rock sheet lay on your chest and stomach. Some had a heart of gold and steel, yours wore stone armor.

You gave him a shrug and sipped your water out of avoidance. Your lack of eye contact, expression, and words told Tenzin everything he needed to know.

You were stuck emotionally and he had a hunch it was about the Avatar and her girlfriend. And perhaps the fact that they weren't your girlfriends. Tenzin wouldn't have come to that conclusion if it wasn't for his older sister, Kya.

One day, Kya came to visit and Tenzin told her all about your training and dedication to the craft despite not being an Airbender. When Kya observed your practicing, she could tell immediately you were struck with something emotionally tolling. Something you took Airbending techniques to work through but ended up avoiding.

She did the same thing with Waterbending when it came to a crush of hers.

Also, Kya overheard the Krew express concern and longing for you. More specifically, she saw the faces of Asami and Korra and how their eyebrows knitted together in hurt and confusion. It was the same face she wore when she found out Lin liked Tenzin.

"You need to talk to them," Tenzin spoke. "Avoidance or whatever you call this dance of yours isn't going to better your ability to meditate or to perform such exercises. In fact, it'll stifle your chances and ruin whatever you have left of your friendships." With a deep sigh, Tenzin put a hand on your shoulder. "Take this from someone who focused so hard on training that he almost lost his family. Isolation is not the key to working through hard emotions. You have to work and realize it's not going to be easy."

When your eyes met Tenzin's, you could see his brows downturned as if he was frowning with them. His eyes glossy yet held this certain look in his eye, as if he saw you as his own. His family.

The look stirred a certain guilt in your stomach. It was the same guilt you felt when you watched the Krew interact while you purposely lingered in the shadows. In hopes of bettering yourself, you ended up self-sabotaging.

"Hey!" Bolin chirped as he strode over to you and Tenzin. You quickly blinked away tears and looked at him with a smile, responding with a greeting. "We're going out to dinner tonight. You coming?"

-

Dinner was nearly normal. The five of you, the Krew and yourself, went to this fancy-ish restaurant where they served everything from Water Tribe food to Fire Nation goods. They also included the more modern dishes that Republic City had to offer.

It was like nothing had changed when you first ate. Everyone was chipper, happily munching on their meals, and cracking jokes like no time had passed between your group.

But then, just as you were almost done with your meal, the mood switched. A metaphorical cloud full of darkness and heavy rain washed over your booth and wind dared to blow you away from your seat.

Korra sighed, putting down her eating utensil and putting her hands on the table in an interlaced fist. "Okay, we have something we need to talk to you about." You barely looked at her to continue. "You've been kinda distant lately and we know it's not because of your training. Tenzin was adamant in easing the intensity of his training schedule, especially now with the new addition to the family and the new Airbenders."

You shrugged for what felt like the fiftieth time today. "I'm taking my craft really seriously. Is that a crime?"

"No," Asami said in a calmer tone that Korra could've given the sass you had in your sentence. "But it worries us. Especially now that you're not even attending Avatar duties anymore. We're a group and we need you. We're empty without you."

You threatened to scoff but instead shoved down the urge with another bite of your food. "I don't know what you want from me."

"Your training was supposed to help you ease up and not be as stressed but it looks like it's doing the opposite," Mako spoke. "You're distant, eat meals alone, and I've never seen someone train so hard for Airbending when you're not even an Airbender."

"Okay, so what? Look, it's my training, my schedule. You guys don't have a clue of what's going on with me so just drop it. Okay?"

Bolin glanced around his table of friends. Nervously picking at his pants, his eyes landed on you and gazed into your eyes. With a tone soft and gentle, he spoke. "So, something is going on."

You sat up a little straighter, eyes on the brown wooden table in front of you. You didn't realize you said that out loud. All that work of being alone and trying not to talk about your feelings nearly came undone with one measly slip-up. "No. Drop it."

"No, we don't want to drop it. What's going on? We can help you." Asami reached a hand out to you but you just snatched your hand away.

The Earthbender at the table sunk down in his seat. He knew what was going on now. He doesn't know why he forgot the last genuine conversation you had just a few months ago.

Your crush on Korra and Asami were eating you alive. What was supposed to be an outlet became a distraction. A distraction from the possibility of hurt, rejection, and loss. If he remembered this earlier, he wouldn't have suggested this confrontation dinner.

The only person who could help you in this situation is yourself and Bolin could see you didn't want that. Not anymore at least. You were perfectly fine losing your friends if it meant the protection of your relationship and feelings.

Although, it's a bit counteractive letting your friends slip away just to avoid a blowup over emotions you couldn't control. Bolin wasn't going to let that slide.

The Krew's been in messy romance drama before. What's a little more? They've prevailed over three times and they could do it again.

"I'm sorry," you took money from your pants and placed enough to cover your meal on the table, "but you can't help me with this. I'm sorry."

Following your departure, Bolin followed you out of the restaurant. Your friends exclaimed and called out for the both of you, but you were too far to hear and well Bolin, he was on a mission.

You stumbled behind yourself as Bolin took hold of your wrist and snatched you back. Your eyes met his, the orange-yellow lighting of the restaurant shining through the windows and making the sidewalk glow.

"You don't have to do this," Bolin spoke in a whisper. "You don't have to hide and pretend you're something you're not just to avoid rejection."

You pull your wrist out of his grip, your brows knitted defensively. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not avoiding anything."

"Please, I've seen it multiple times before. I lived it. The crushes you have on Korra and Asami won't change anything. They won't be weirded out or throw you out of the friendship if that's what you're worried about." The green in Bolin's eyes sought out to comfort you. As before, he kept his voice gentle and nurturing. "Crushes are scary and can leave you vulnerable but you shouldn't avoid your feelings because of it. You'll end up holding things in, the hurt turning into resentment, and the resentment turning into hate."

The Earthbender's palm found its place on top of your shoulder. Like his eyes, voice, and now touch, Bolin comforted you. His words, though similar to Tenzin's, had more meaning. You've seen Bolin get rejected before and heard horrific stories but he never let the embarrassment get to him. He learned, grew, and eventually got the partner of his dreams.

You patted his hand. "That means a lot. I'll try, okay? I can't promise it's going to be a good try, but I'll try and face my feelings instead of avoiding them and letting them turn into something ugly."

Bolin smiled, the joyous expression reaching his eyes. "Good. You won't regret it and you'll always have me to lean on. Don't forget that." Before you could say anything else, he pulled you in for a bear hug and lifted you off the ground.

Maybe Bolin was right. Facing your feelings head-on would make them less scary and who knows, maybe Korra and Asami would get a confession out of it.

To Be Continued. (Last part coming soon!) | Part One

WC: 3,569

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

Took me a while because I literally did everyone lol, so here we have:

Obey me characters and their fashion styles Pt. 1

This is a fucking distraction my life is hell, it is constantly hell and I'm going to-

Also this is part 1 as there is the stupid 3 gifs/images per post limit Pt 2.

Lucifer

If it's not business themed he can't dress properly

The closest to comfy he gets is his pajamas which is also some formal shit, like sir are you having meetings in your dreams? Or are you afraid to show a little ankle even in your sleep?

If he's not dressed for work/massively formally then he's dressed like a dad

And not even a cool dad version a very very cringe dad fit, his brothers are too embarrassed to go out with him wearing dad clothes most of the time

Pretty sure it’s canon that he wears khakis and hawaiian printed shirts

Basically no sense of fashion which shouldn’t be surprising given who he is

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like a person from the Victorian Era

Mammon

Very flashy (AHHHHHH MY EYES!!!!)

There is always something shiny on his fit though you'll usually see him wearing something with gold colors on it

Definitely can dress but just always chooses the flashiest fits

Annoys tf out of Asmo because-

"YOU CAN DRESS WHY ARE YOU ONLY IN SHINY STUFF WHAT ABOUT THIS PRETTY THING RIGHT HERE?!?!?!?!?"

Has racked up debt from some of these fits and others are what he gets from modeling gigs

Also matches his glasses to is outfits

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like a sparkling gem, a jewel many would want to obtain

Leviathan

He also gets on Asmo's last nerve because he can dress nicely even for casual shit, and can craft amazing and cool clothes so you'd think he's dress well

But he doesn't

Dresses like those over the top anime geeks (tbh no shame to y'all but the courage y'all have that I don't is amazing, I'm jealous and I want that)

If it's not that then it's a cosplay or some very very heavily anime coded fit whether that's the print or how a character dresses

The only way to get him to wear normal average clothes is to tell him (and show evidence sometimes) that it's an anime fit lol

If he realllllly has to then he can dress properly and really good

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like an anime character or an anime geek unless you specifically request something (dress me anyway you want bby)

Satan

He wears whatever is comfy but subconsciously similar to Lucifer wears it very formally

Actually thinking about he dresses like the nerd he is, he dresses in the academia aesthetic

Can dress, and dresses very well and doesn't have a hard time picking out a good outfit though he does search through all his clothes to find a good one

Ask him to dress very formal and he's got it, Casual? Mhm! For a party? May not be the best but is acceptable! For a date? You know it!

Has this great amount of knowledge because of all the books he's read (huh I guess books can help in real world situations sometimes)

Asmodeous' favorite brother because he can actually dress in anything and has fashion sense and an aesthetic

Occasionally goes to Levi and dresses like a carboy in order to vibe with the kitties

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like someone that goes to a prep college and aces all their exams

Asmodeus

Yk him, He's the Avatar of Lust FASHION!!!

On top of all trends, makes the trends 87% of the time on accident sometimes too

Can dress, will dress, can dress you too!

Will make very casual and basic fits look really good like even if it's cheap clothes or a trash bag you'd believe that it's expensive material and a style (barbie core mf)

Hates almost everyone's fits constantly has gotten used to how bad they may look at times and just ignores it

The prettiest bitch at the party

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like the second prettiest bitch at the party (cause he's the prettiest ofc)

Beelzebub

Does not care what he wears as long as it's somewhat comfy and that he can move in it

Very bland and casual fits is his preference though

Mostly wears athletic fits as they are made to get dirty so if he's roughhousing or eating messily it won't be much of a hassle or problem

He's lucky he's gorgeous huge and muscular because his body really really does go with those fits and makes people/demons around him drool

Has that talent/skill that whatever he pulls out and puts on 8.5 times out of 10 he looks good in

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking ready to go for a workout

Belphegor

If you think Beel doesn't care about what he wears Belphie cares even less

Only cares if the clothes are comfortable enough to sleep in and even if they aren't he'll probably sleep in them still

Also has the ability to pull out a good fit from anything though you barley ever properly see it since he's often covered with a blanket or in some weird way that you can't see the fit properly

It's rare to see him actually care what he puts on but even even when he does you can be sure it's the most comfortable material that you've ever felt that now you're feeling kinda sleepy- (HEY HE SET US UP FOR A NAP DIDN'T HE!!!)

Let him dress you and you'll come out looking like a pillow, or something comfy and cuddly, or someone ready for bed or maybe all three (he planned this, you're his napping buddy now just let him use you to get comfy-)

Tags: @kisakis-boyfriend

[ballroomeddie]

Get to know your mutuals

tagged by @livesbetweenpages. thanks for tagging me 🫶

1. You get $100 to go thrift shopping. What are you buying and why?

under normal circumstances i’d say, a cool mirror and a few lamps (some art if the budget allows for it). why? i have a few full length mirrors but i want something smaller (with an interesting frame or some other fun feature) to hang in my living room. as for lamps, i’m just a lamp guy; a lamp enjoyer, if thou wilt

that said, i’ll be moving soon so i’m actually trying to get rid of stuff. so, idk. i guess i’d hold on to that $100 for now

2. What's a song you could listen to dozens of times in a row and not get bored?

this is how i listen to music tbh. i usually have the same song on repeat for days/weeks til’ my brain latches onto smth new

an underrated gem that i return to time and time again is,--walk with me here--the theme song to the 2002-2006 cartoon What's New, Scooby-Doo?, performed by simple plan. i’m super serious abt this. it’s a pop punk anthem and i luv it

an evergreen banger that’s less underrated but that i, nevertheless, return to on the reg is, the fugees cover of killing me softly

currently, i have In My Bag by FLO (feat. GloRilla) on rotation

3. What's a decade you really like music from?

bob marley and the wailers is my fave band of all time and most of their best stuff is from the 70s. that said, i have eclectic taste so idk if i can narrow it down to one decade

4. What's your dream hair?

don’t think i have dream hair. i prefer to switch things up. i get bored if i have the same hair style for more than 6 months

5. What's a chore you actually like doing that surprises people?

hanging clothes, big fan of clothes hanging and closet organizing. i hang most of my clothes (instead of folding) and i have A System. i enjoy putting clothes in their rightful place so that i can revel in my System in it’s full, type and color coded, glory 

6. Do you fidget? How, or with what?

yes. i tend to fidget with my hair (when it’s not buzzed short). i’ll also fidget with a tube of lip balm or lip gloss if i have one at hand

7. Tell me about a current hyperfixation of yours.

i fall into random research holes sometimes. my current pet research topic is copaganda in film and television. been reading a lot abt it, and i might just fuck around and write a mini essay on copaganda in 911. idk maybe

8. What's your favourite animated movie or TV series?

tough one. i don’t watch a lot of animated stuff. but bojack horseman, arcane and the owl house stand out from the little that i have seen

favorite cartoons as a kid were, avatar: the last airbender, x-men: evolution, totally spies and this french cartoon called code lyoko (iykyk)

9. If you were forced to lose one of your five senses, which one would you choose

i have terrible vision, i’m lowkey face blind and i probably have a mild to moderate case of aphantasia. since my eyes aren’t doing much for me as it is, i’d probably go ahead and get rid of my vision

10. What makes you feel put together? What makes you feel like you have your life in order? You know, that thing that makes you go, okay yeah no I got this.

semi-truthful answer: i’m big on community. fostering cool relationships and practicing philosophies that are conducive to a healthy community makes me feel like i have my life in order

real but boring (and political) answer: i’m not put together, i don’t have my life in order and i don’t feel like i’m put together, nor that i have my life in order. being mindful of the fact that being ‘’put together’’ and having ‘’one’s life in order’’ are capitalist (and white supremacist if we’re being real abt it) notions that are detrimental to the average person’s well-being; notions that IIIII don’t, personally, vibe with, makes me feel like i/we got this

Bonus question: For Star Wars fans, who is your favourite Jedi and why?

not a huge star wars fan but i have an answer. mace windu. cause he’s black (like me ��) and bc he has a purple lightsaber. the purple lightsaber is the main draw tbh

tagging: @sadgayeddie @tanktopdiaz @everybuddiewantssome @809eddie @wenttotheairport @kindlingtotheflames @agnes-nielsens @thebloodysmut and every single mutual. i'm nosy

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

THREE WAY

AN NSFW RACEWAY AU ONESHOT

@spyderlondon

WARNING: ⚠️ NSFW,MDNI⚠️ VERY OOC, no plot, no lore, 2 on 1, monster tongues, rough sex, double penetration, PinV, oral, anal, choking, bulging, cum overflow, overstimulation, masterbation, dry humping

~~~

A/N: THIS WAS SO HORNY FROM THE START, I HAD TO PUT THE WHOLE THING UNDER THE CUT! ENJOY!

Pomni squirmed against her hand between her legs. She rubbed her groin harshly through her tracksuit, desperate for some semblance of friction. No matter how hard she pulled, the zipper down the center of her suit didn't budge. "Come on..." She whimpered.

Restless energy rippled through her like a race rush that wouldn't wear off. Her breaths came hot and heavy, her legs squirming with need. She felt hot waves of buzzing static in the code of her avatar, like she was on the verge of glitching, but never going over.

She couldn't take it. She lifted her red gloved hand and snapped. Her tightly closed eyes opened when she felt her bed shift. She was no longer in her room in the garage, she wasn't even in her own bed anymore. She has been teleported to a grand masterbedroom of bold reds and golds.

Caine was sitting in a high back armchair, smoking his pipe by a fireplace. "Evening, my dear. I was wondering when you'd call. Today's excitement really has you wound up. I can feel it from here." He looks over to her, his eyes smoldering.

"Caine, please. Help me take care of this. I need you. I really...need you."

"Hm. Begging will get you everywhere with me." He chuckles. "But this seems...bigger than a one man job. Don't you agree?"

Pomni shuddered. "More than you..?"

"Oh yes, and I do believe he's just been dying to sink his fangs into you. It should be an entertaining watch." Caine snapped his fingers and the shadow he cast grew. The shadow molded and took shape from the floor, stepping towards Pomni with purpose.

Pomni dug her fingers into the sheets as the shadow's details came into focus. "Seth."

Seth spreads her knees with his own as he leans over her. His leather gloves hands brace on either side of her head. His piercing silver eyes look Pomni over hungrily as his double forked tongues glide along his teeth. "Such a delicious sight. The greatest racer, reduced to mewling for a good fuck."

"Are you here to dance or talk? Because I'm already bored." Pomni sassed.

Caine snorted, leaning against his hand in amusement. He loosened his tie and pulled it off. "My, my, someone's feeling bratty today. Seth, I don't think we should take that."

Seth gripped Pomni's neck and pulled her up to his face. "We won't. Be careful what you wish for, racer." With his words, wisps of shadow seeped out from under his clothes and wormed their way under Pomni's.

Pomni squirmed against Seth's tight hold on her neck. The shadows mingled inside her avatar, slithering like snakes under static skin. The sensations lit up her body with unique waves of pleasure. "What...what are you doing?" She barely squeaks out.

"Rendering." Caine stood up and his coat slid off his shoulders. He neatly laid it over the arm of his chair. "I've been busy. Trying to make everything a bit more...real. Haven't you found it strange that you're struggling to breathe when you don't need air?"

Seth pressed the fingers of his free hand between Pomni's legs. She jumped, he smirked at her reaction. "So sensitive. It won't take much to make you whimper."

In a flash of silver Pomni found herself straddling Seth's lap, her back against his chest, his hand still on her neck, the other still between her legs. Pomni held onto Seth's forearms, not struggling against his hold. She was actually grinding into Seth's lap, eager for more.

Caine held the zipper of Pomni's tracksuit. Gold energy lit up his hand. "And like magic..." He drags down the zipper, revealing a pale white female body hiding behind the colorful tracksuit.

Pomni felt warm and light headed. The code of her avatar felt like real skin. Small breasts perked, exposed to the cool room. She looked longingly at Caine.

"Ease back, Seth. Wouldn't want the poor thing to pass out before we've even started." Caine cupped Pomni's breasts. Thumbs grazing over her nipples.

Seth loosened his grip and Pomni gasped for air. She barely got a breath when Caine leaned down and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Caine's disembodied eyes watched with glee as Pomni welcomed him in greedily. Seth's tongues flow over Pomni's collar bones and slide inside her suit.

Pomni dry humped against Seth, the friction sends her spiraling. Hands exploring and groping, tongues tasting her inside and out. Then teeth. A sharp pierce on her shoulder makes her groan against Caine. Seth has dug one of his fangs into her.

Pomni shook with pleasure as an unexpected orgasm took over her body. The multitude of sensations left her reeling, but they did not stop. Caine was now pinching and licking at her chest. Seth was taking a turn at her mouth and kept rubbing her soaked pussy.

"I need that mouth to swallow more than my tongue." Seth growled. "Take her."

Caine snapped and positions changed. Pomni was on her hands and knees on the bed. Seth was on his knees in front of her. Caine behind her. Seth unzipped his pants to reveal a shadowed phallis. It wasn't quite realistic, more stiff tentacle in appearance. He dug his fingers in her hair and thrust his dick against her cheek, he chuckled when she recoiled slightly. "What's the matter? I thought you were here to play." His voice arrogant.

Caine snapped away Pomni's tracksuit, leaving her naked and exposed. He gripped her hips, grinding his clothed hard on against Pomni's wet thighs. "Be careful what you wish for." He echoed Seth.

"Just don't poke my eye out, jerk." Pomni hissed and dragged her tongue along Seth's shaft. She only got one more stroke in before Seth was pushing her lips down on his length. Pomni tried to bring up one of her hands to brace against Seth but it was held down to the bed by a wisp of shadow. All four of her limbs were held down.

Pomni sucked and swallowed Seth down her throat. Looking up, she caught his glowing eyes watching her intently. Caine was moving in tandem with her movements.

Caine released his own phallic appendage with a groan, his pants uncomfortably tight. He spread Pomni's ass cheeks, taking her all in. "So many options...eeny meeny miney this one." He drove himself into her vagina in one strong thrust.

Pomni jerked forward on Seth, a moan muffled in her throat. The rough treatment made her eyes roll back, Caine burying himself inside her and moving with Seth. As she was moved back and forth, tongues slid around her body. They teased and tasted her abdomen and chest.

Pomni lost herself in the torrent of pleasure. It was overwhelming, drowning her. She let Caine and Seth move her, being stretched at both ends.

It was Caine touching her clit that sent her over the edge again. She shuddered, tightening around Caine. His thrusts went out of sync, chasing his high after hers. Seth kept his movements smooth until he was spilling down her throat, the only tell he was cumming was a husky sigh.

Pomni swallowed load after load, as Caine pumped himself into her from the bottom. There was so much of it. It spilled down her thigh and neck. Her thin body lightly distending from the volume of cum.

Seth finally let Pomni breathe. She coughed and gasped, cum dripping from her lips. He eyed Caine holding himself to Pomni's hips. "You done yet? It's my turn to stuff that pussy."

"So impatient." Caine rolled his eyes and snapped. Positions changed again. Pomni straddled Seth laying on the bed. He wasted no time sliding his cum and spilt covered dick inside her leaking vagina.

Pomni had no energy to move. "Forget it..."

"Are you calling for a red flag?" Caine stopped to ask.

"No, I'm just not moving. I don't care what you two do."

"Very well." Caine pushed Pomni forward, exposing her tight asshole. He kneeled down and his flexible tentacle of a dick wiggled inside, slowly stretching her out.

Pomni gasped and gripped Seth. His strong, gloved hands grabbed her hips and moved her against him. She felt so full, it was an indescribable amount of pleasure mixed with pain. She felt dizzy with overstimulation.

Seth and Caine fucked her holes harder than before, sinfully taking Pomni for all she was worth. Pomni panted against Seth's shoulder, holding onto him for dear life. Seth's head floated away from his shoulders and chomped down on one of Pomni's ass cheeks, his eyes watching it all from 3rd person.

For the third time, Pomni orgasmed hard enough to make her shake. She cried out in pleasure at full volume now that nothing was in her mouth. Her lower abdomen distended a little further as Seth filled her.

Seth got off on Pomni's scream. He thrust up and added his own cum to the dripping cream pie that was Pomni. He eyes lulled out of focus midair, rejoining with his teeth before they fell.

Caine has too much gusto this round. He kept going, moving Pomni against Seth. Both Seth and Pomni moaned, going along for the ride. Seth shamelessly made out with Pomni, tasting himself on her tongue.

Caine roughly thrust his rut into Pomni, surely ruining her ability to walk or sit for days to come. He came with a loud groan, painting her inside with hot strings of cum. "Holy-..." He trailed off, shaking with overstimulation.

Caine and Seth slid out, cum leaking from both of Pomni's holes. Caine snapped, Pomni curled up against chest as he relaxed back on the bed.

Seth stood, stretching and zipping his pants. He lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall. "Not your worst idea, Caine."

"Heh, high praise, coming from you." Caine sighed and kissed the top of Pomni's head. "Did you have fun, dear?"

"Oh yeah...I'm going to need a double order from now on." Pomni hugged Caine's chest, burying her face into his shirt and sighing contently.

[sugardolle]

guide to: the cashmere bunny aes ! ❤︎

what is the cashmere bunny aesthetic . . . the cashmere bunny aesthetic is curated by me inspired by the iconic shade ‘cashmere bunny’ from the too faced natural eyes palette. i found this fitting because the style is sexy, sweet and everything in between.

the idea became to life from my pinterest board named ‘ws, bunny’. WS being a fibre code name for cashmere. and as i added things to the board i realized, wow this really sits right in my heart, i really love it. don’t we love creating pretty names for our aesthetics? ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

my personality type . . . i’m very shy, kind, and soft spoken. always getting the ‘sweetheart doll’ or the ‘lover doll’ in virgodoll’s personality quiz. i even tried to twist and turn the answers to my liking that still resonated with my heart but the results were the same every single time. i love video vixens and the aesthetic, but to be a video vixen you have to be one at heart just like any other form of expression, personality included. so this is how my aesthetic came to be something sexy, but also something sweet just like my personality. without being too much of an uncanny shock factor when showing up.

my muses . . . for this aesthetic i found that on my pinterest boards rihanna, zahia dehar, laura gemser, pamela anderson, cassie, and naomi campbell ran throughout it just to name a few. it may seem like an odd combination however their ability to conform in and out of sexiness but also fresh lovely visuals resonated with me for this style.

cashmere bunny consists of ❤︎ sweet, lactic, powdery gourmand scents that seeps deep into the skin— just like the chocolaty coconut smell of the natural eyes palette. on night outs she keeps that base with a hint of woody musk. and instead of strong florals she prefers groundy leafy florals, and candied fruit notes especially when in nature or in tropics. pure syrupy goodness.

to name a few scents: juicy couture sucré, valentino voce viva, bianco latte, miimmiic 99, sticky dates, melanie martinez crybaby, burberry her, gucci bloom, marc jacob daisy dreams, jimmy choo blossom, and sol de janeiro 48.

coloring and jewelry . . . i was never a big fan of gold but ever since i’ve found more and more inspiration i’ve been drawn to a muted, soft gold more so for bangles and bracelets. slowly becoming a fan of jewelry mixing colors because silver is my fav. soft pinks are still in but also deep apple reds, pale yellows, soft powdery baby blues, nudes, and neutrals.

essences & esque ❤︎ 、bikini car washing, adam and eve garden paintings, frills, french tips, tigers, red gingham, nicki’s va va voom music video, tight black and nude pieces, warm body shimmer, caramelized sugars, cool nude lips, cleavage, large black shades, bandeau bikinis, leg warmers, silk, avatar, fluffy doll lashes, tuscan homes, smokey eyes, golden hour on the beach. .

i’m so happy to start building my closet and documenting this journey on finding myself through my aesthetic that i curated myself!

when it comes to me as an individual, my overall vibe has no limits i love hyperfemininity and things that are pleasing to the eye. which you can see on my account— bling, pink, and lace. but i also enjoy things like indie sleaze or the recent uprise of balenciega and roberto cavalli archive fashion. so i wouldn’t put myself in a box, and im still finding what it is that i specifically want to display, and play around with things! however this style that i named ‘cashmere bunny’ resonates perfectly in my heart, because it just makes sense.

xo, sugardolle 🐈‍⬛

[thescarletnargacuga]

:)))))))

Showtime, extremely tragic Showtime:

Pomni, even though she's in a great relationship with Caine, can't stop herself from missing home and thinking about the exit. As much as Caine tries, he can't ever fully ease her worries and she begins to abstract. He tries to stop it but ends up getting a bit corrupted as well and is forced to send the abstracted Pomni into the cellar

A/N: remember, you asked for this

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

A TRAGIC SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: HEAVY ANGST, HURT/NO COMFORT, INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, PANIC ATTACK, ABSTRACTION, BODY HORROR, LOSS OF A LOVED ONE, GRIEF

~~~

"It's all a lie...isn't it?" Pomni asked herself out loud as she quietly sobbed into her pillow. The whole world around her wasn't real, why would anything in it be real? The voices in her head hissed and nashed the most terrible things.

THERE ARE NO FRIENDS! ONLY FELLOW HOSTAGES!

HE'S ONLY TOYING WITH YOU!

YOU'RE A STOCKHOLM CASE; YOU SICK, LONELY PERVERT!

YOU NEVER MATTERED!

AND YOU NEVER WILL!

Pomni's chest tightened. The air in the room felt thick, impossible to breathe. Her vision swam as her heart raced. A buzz rang in her ears, growing increasingly louder. Her head pounded.

THERE IS NO ESCAPE!

YOU WILL SUFFER HERE FOREVER!

THEY KNEW! THEY ALWAYS KNEW!

YOU'RE WEAK!

HE'S HAD HIS FUN! HE'S DONE WITH YOU!

"Please..." Pomni gasped for air, her lungs refusing to take deep breaths. The very walls of her room felt alive with the buzz in her ears. Digital static getting louder and closer.

A sudden spasm makes her whole body scream, lightning bolts of pure agony rack her brain. She opens her mouth to scream...but no sound comes out.

NO EXIT!!

NEVER WANTED!!

BROKEN!!

DISGUSTING!!

PATHETIC!!

Pomni's body spazzed out of control. Pixels of her image stuttered and jolted in random directions. She felt like she was being torn apart but ten thousand scalpels. Her skin started to tear, black static pushing its way out. Her pupil searched widely for nothing, the whites of her eyes gradually turning pink and green and yellow.

NO WAY OUT!!!

NO WAY OUT!!!

NO WAY OUT!!!

NO WAY OUT!!!

NO WAY OUT!!!

The voices shook her to the core. Their thunderous cacophony of screeching wails felt as physical as her breaking body. She held her glitching hands out in front of her face, watching them fade to black and eyes peer back from her palms.

~

Caine knocked lightly on Pomni's door. "Good morning, my dear! I know you said you weren't feeling well last night, and you might skip today's adventure, but I thought I'd pop by and check on you." He waited a bit for a response. "Pomni?" He knocked again. No answer.

He slowly opened the door. "My dear, are you-" His code turned to ice. Pomni was half abstracted, staring madly in his direction. "POMNI!?! NO!!" He tried snapping away her glitches. They only got worse. Her screams lagged and stuttered as she writhed in the ground.

"NO! NO, NO!! I can fix this!!" He tried grabbing her hand. It was as though he tried grabbing a red hot iron. Pain seared up his arm to his elbow, his avatar glitching. His code ached from the contact, but he tried again. This time, the glitch was so bad, he fell out of the air. His body unused to gravity, he laid slump on the ground next to her. He tried meeting her wild gaze. "Please!! Please, don't do this! Stay with me! I love you, Pomni!!"

"LI--I-I-AA-R-R!!" Her eyes flashed multicolor madness. "E-XX-I-I-IT-T!!"

Caine could only watch as her pale skin blotched to pitch. Her face distorted and warped into an abstracted mass of corrupted code. Eyes of elvarious color opened at every point on her nonsensical enlarging form. He braced himself against the wall, his unglitched hand poised to snap.

He couldn't do it. There has to be something he hasn't tried. Anything! THINK!! ....nothing. There was only one fate for the abstracted. His hand shook with indecision.

The abtraction formally known as Pomni jittered and twitched in place, staring down at Caine.

LIAR.

EXIT.

LIAR.

EXIT.

LIAR.

EXIT.

Pomni's own voice now joined the chorus of insanity within the entity, stripped of identity and purpose, forever lost in the abyss.

The abstraction lunged at Caine, intent to make him suffer. He snapped.

The dark portal to the cellar opened directly beneath the abstraction, swallowing it and most of the furniture in the room. A pitiful, glitched wail came from the abstraction as it fell. Caine crawled on his hands and knees, watching the abstraction fade from sight.

His whole body quivered as hot tears poured from his eyes, falling into the pit. His right hand still glitched horribly and stung with piercing sharp pain, but it did not compare to the pain in his heart. He gasped, choking on air and he sobbed.

"POMNIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He fell to his elbows, his face to the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't want to....I still...love you..."

She had called him a liar. "Please...Pomni....what did I do wrong? I tried...so hard...I love you....I promise, I do..."

You threw her in the cellar.

"I didn't...want..."

You ARE a liar.

"No...no..."

She always felt that way.

"Pomni..."

JOIN HUSER

He held his glitching hand, looking into the pit. Gazing within the absence of everything, he imagined himself falling. A new sensation. Perpetually casting his favor with those who lurked below... including her.

"Pomni..." His voice shook with grief. "I can't...how can I...please, come back." He whimpered.

The cellar silently beckoned him. Pulling him to her.

He reached out. His glitching digits feeling like needles under his skin.

Caine...

"Pomni..."

This way...

"I'm coming..."

[rorysterr]

For the obey me matchups.

I would say I am prone to bouts of rage and melancholy, I'm always second guessing myself and worrying about doing something the "correct" way. I try my best not to let that affect other people i know or let them even be aware of. When asked friends say, loyal and devoted to a fault. A stubborn and compassionate leader. Creative and authoritative.

I like acquiring "fun" facts that are a little fucked up and foisting them upon people (like the resonant frequency of human eyes or how horses breathe), organizing and color coding spreadsheets, listening to music from dad rock to sea shanties to Broadway musicals, uncut gemstones, any animal with 4 legs or less, myth and folklore, ancient civilizations day to day lives.

Off the top my dislikes are myself, people who don't knock before entering, loud noises, weather, being interrupted, and corporations. With fears of spiders and failure.

My hobbies are forever dming tabletop games(I enjoy causing my players distress but in a way that's fun), restarting the same videogames over and over and making the same decisions each time, listening to music and pacing, painting landscapes, and cooking.

For receiving love languages physical touch is a big one, followed by words of affirmation; giving is still physical touch, but I'm more prone to quality time and acts of service than say gifts or words.

I look for someone who can make me feel needed and will keep me in the present, ideally someone who can make me laugh and will not only let me take care of them when they need it but return that in kind.

I don't particularly dislike any characters and since I'm here for the novelty I'll allow anyone to be options.

Your romantic matchup is…

Lucifer!!

- this might be unexpected but hear me out! i was debating on whether I should give you Satan or Lucifer because on one hand, you do fit Satan’s type pretty well. He canonically likes someone who will understand his temper and you said that you’re prone to bouts of rage so i feel like you’d understand him. he also has a sense of humor, it’s just a bit different. he’s a tease and he’ll do it all with a smile on his face.

- however i feel like Lucifer was the better fit since i could see your temper clashing a bit with Satan’s and you perfectly fit Lucifer’s type.

- Lucifer is pretty stubborn. As the avatar of pride, he stands firm in his beliefs and thoughts and he needs someone who’s just as stubborn to keep him in check. He can be so blinded by his pride that he’s unable to see things for what they really are or realize his faults. I also think he’d find your stubbornness to be irritating at first but he’d find it endearing over time. Not many dare to butt heads with him so you’re unique. Plus in the end, he sees it as you just trying to push him to be the best version of himself that he can be, and he appreciates this.

- Also think he’d appreciate how much of a leader you can be!! i feel like he’d prefer someone who can lead rather than someone who mindlessly follows. shows how strong headed you can be and he likes that. it shows that you’re not just some blank slate that’s easily influenced by others, you actually think for yourself and even lead others.

- i feel like you guys may have clashed a bit in the beginning with how stubborn you guys are. But as Lucifer sees how you’ve changed his brothers for the better, he starts to try and see things from your view point. He starts to take your words more seriously.

- He’s very family oriented too and just wants the best for his siblings, and seeing how much you care about and benefit them makes him really happy. He’d never admit this tho lol

- I feel like once it’s revealed that you’re Lilith’s descendant, it’d bring the family together and Lucifer would feel obligated to thank you, so he’d probs offer to take you out to dinner as a way of thanking you. He wouldn’t be very vocal with his feelings at first tbh but when you guys do date, I can see him vocalizing his feelings towards you a lot more.

- Anywho, I’m getting ahead of myself! Luce would take you to dinner and I could see you guys having a deeper conversation. Prior to this, you guys didn’t have any alone time or time to just sit and talk, so I could see you guys just yapping away.

- I think the morbid facts you tell him would set him off at first, but I feel like after this dinner, he’d warn up to you a lot more and he might even warm up to the crazy facts you tell him.

- I could imagine him calling you ridiculous LMAO but i think he’d actually like this at some point because it reflects how knowledgeable you are but also shows that you’re unafraid to be authentic.

- I could honestly see him taking you out to dinner more often too. It’d start as him doing it as a form of compensation or a way to thanking you for everything you’ve done for his family, but he eventually starts to find that he really enjoys these dinners with you. He starts to realize that he likes to spend time with you and he starts to feel this dread whenever the dinner dates are over and you guys have to go back to the House of Lamentation.

- I think that’s when he realizes his feelings for you have become romantic and his pride will make him deny these feelings for a while. I could imagine that he’d try to be cold and push you away but the hurt look he’d have on his face whenever he pushed you away would betray him.

- I think he’d be the one to confess tbh and he’d do it when you guys are in an area far from his brothers.

- When you guys do start dating, he’d be pretty touchy. He’s not into over the top pda but he likes to show you off and he’s quite possessive, so I can imagine him constantly keeping an arm over your shoulder whenever you guys are out in public together. I could also see him pulling you slightly closer and glaring at any lower demons who give you two a look.

- I also feel like he’d surrender to his feelings when you guys start dating and hed voice them more openly. It might feel awkward at first because he’s not used to voicing his feelings or opening up to someone, but he does care a lot about you and he’s willing to swallow his pride just so he can reveal his true feelings towards you.

- I also think that when you get closer to him, you’d unlock a new side to him LMAOO he’s so used to being serious around Diavolo for business purposes and he’s used to being uptight with his brothers because he constantly has to keep them in check. But with you, he feels as though he can let loose. I can see him starting to crack jokes with you and really laughing with you.

- also to him, you mean a lot. he takes pride in having you by his side hence why he can be possessive over you, so I can imagine that he’d feel a little hurt when he learns that you don’t feel the same way about yourself. I can definitely see him reassuring you though whenever you need it. He might be a bit awkward at first because again, he’s not used to comforting with words, but he’ll become used to it over time.

Runner Up… Satan

Your platonic matchup is…

Solomon!!

- You kinda remind me of Sol in the sense that you’re both pretty independent

- I feel like you guys would get along pretty well just because of how independent you are. You guys would understand eachother in that way.

- Plus tell me rn that Solomon wouldn’t be into those “fun facts” that you have to share. I can imagine him stealing them and telling them to Luke just to scare him LMAO Solomon would find your knowledge suuper useful and I feel like he might even know some morbid fact himself and share them with you. He’s been alive long enough to have seen and heard some crazy things after all.

- Sol is also into video games. He canonically likes TSL and bonds over it with Levi, but I do think he doesn’t have much time for games since he’s pretty occupied with magic. But ofc he does have some knowledge on video games and I’m sure he’d be interested to hear about the games you like! I’m sure he even plays a few of them.

[artwood-post]

I just realized I have not shared my Magnum Opus of Figura Skins: Stickia Ultima. It is nearly 100% custom done and hand made by me, the only features of it that are not custom-made is: the swinging hair, runLater script, and GS Anim Blend.

One thing you will quickly notice is that the BlockBench view has a lot of white everywhere, but the in game they are replaced with glowing colors. Well in the script it changes all parts with "Glow" in their name to a Hexadecimal color that I say in chat, I can say "#00FF00" and it will turn them all green. This was one of the first things I did to the model, and I am still quite happy with it.

As for the model its self, it has custom elytra, hair parts, and a skin completely made by me. I am still really proud of it. The mask is there due to it being spooky time lol. But enough about the base model, there is about 30Kb of scripting in it.

One of the coolest parts of this model is the fact it can cast Hex Casting Hexes, one of the first was a laser Hex. Mostly because it looks cool lmao. Also, every ability has a different color it switches the suit to, and sound effects it plays at the start and end.

But how do I trigger these? Well by using my own custom Library! I have writien over 500 lines of Lua over the past week or 2, the custom library has so much in it, ranging from basic stuff like getting all the colors between 2 points, too eyes moving around based off where you look, and also action wheel helpers; turning what can be easily 50 lines of code into 3.

Based off a large list I made, it autopopulates 3 diffrent pages of the wheel, actions (redstone dust), which are where the Hexes are casted; animations (armor stand), where I can play the raw animations without the color/sounds/Hex Casting stuff; and sounds, where I can play the sounds I have associated with them. All of this done by a "simple" for loop

There is also soo much more in this Avatar, so I'll do a quick list with screenshots. The name changes with the avatar's color, also keeping the gradient. There is a blinking animation. The eyes look around based off where I look (now using my own Library). The hair on the back (and a bit on the front) swing and move based on my moment (not done by me, but I used their library). I have several custom models for items (spell book, staff, and Casting Device which has an idle anim). And for the last fact about this avatar, there are 15 different animations for it. But those won't fit in this post, so I will post those in a reblog.

[lozfanchick]

(Sup sup, sorry for the very very VERY late update. So here we go!)

Oubing Avatar Au

A New Danger Awaits!: The Tiger Emperor of the East

CHPT. ?¿?¿?: The Fog of Lost Moments

Contains some elements that were inspired by Love Game in Eastern Fantasy; EP: 10)

Color Coded Names

Nezha Ao Bing Sandy Pigsy Tang Sanzang

Waking up in darkness was terrifying. Especially in nightmares. You feel as if you are not stable onto anything. Body and feet dangling in the air as you feel lightheaded.

Its frightening

At least that's what Nezha thinks.

Tripitaka reminds Nezha and Ao Bing that sometimes memories from Yin & Yang would surface. With a frown he tells them that sometimes those memories can turn into nightmares. Or perhaps a dream.

And Nezha dreams.

He dreams and dreams and dreams.

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"So you are that puny human that is my reincarnation? And I'd thought I'd look worse." A deep voice rumbles in the darkness.

Nezha eyes the darkness warily. He doesn't know this voice. He doesn't even know if this was demon or perhaps a spirit.

"I can guarantee you mortal that I'm not a demon nor a spirit. Though I am inbetween."

Two eyes. Identical to his, but more dark and monster-like.

A person sits crist-crossed. Sharp teeth locks in a grin as two arms are crossed upon their chest. Another two are placed on knees. And the other are holding hold a spear and a golden wheel.

Long, dark wavy hair flys freely. Unkept, improper, however gives the energy of chaos.

One thing stands out.

A golden and red aura, screams chaos, on the forehead of the- creature?

The Sigil of Yin. Bigger than Nezhas own, but with more detailing colors decorated on it.

"What?-" Nezha gasps out. This is his past life??? This man? Creature? Spirit?? is literally bigger than him!

"Let's spare the introductions." Yin says as he looks bored at of his mind. However, they were seriousness in his eyes. He glares at Nezha, almost as if Nezha was clueless to something that Yin would know.

Yin buts one of his hands on his chin, the elbow resting on his knee as he leans forward to Nezha.

"Listen well and listen clearly. Because I'm telling you this once." The bored tone is now placed with a tone of anger, concern, worry, knowing of something bad.

"He. Has awoken. If you don't get your friends, yourself, your pearl- my pearl. Who knows what kind of shit hes skimming. Fuckin bastered. Thousand years later and his pinning ass is still after my pearl." He almost says in a jealously, possessive tone.

"W-who??" Nezha shouts, Yin let's out an annoyed groan as his body leans back. Tattoos of fire and scars revealed.

Six arms grasp onto Nezhas shoulders. Almost shaking him with a force of an earthquake.

"Uh!- C'mon the memories that I have been giving you not enough????? Its the greedy bastered of the East! Ti Jiu!"

Ti..

Ti...

Jiu....?

(P.S. Can I uploaded all my asks to a fic collection on my AO3? I promise I will give credit. Its just that I wanted to create a collection of this.)

(P.S.S. I wanted Yin to have more of a rough appearance to that of a human. With more monstrous like features. He likes to display his scars to show his strength plus Yang likes it. While Yang has more human-spirit like appearance. Plus Yin likes to cuddle and play with Yang long hair. I sadly don't remember which reincarnation is which. So, Yin = Nezha, Yang = Ao Bing).

(P. S. S. S. One of the headcanons I have for Oubing Avatar Au is that Yin/Yang story is known throughout the mortal & spirit realm. There is only a single verison because it was rumored that a person's face was disfigured after trying to change the story. People believed it to be a curse, so there wasn't any other tales only then the original one.)

(P. S. S. S. S. One of Yin's many enemies was the Great Immortal Monkey Warlord [Wink* Wink*].

(Kk that's all. Have a good day!)

So sorry again for taking SO LONG to respond to this DDD: It's year end which is always an insanely busy time at work for me. Add in the Holidays and a kid and I have zero free time to sit and write a response lol

Firstly, LOVE THIS! :DDDD

Secondly, Yes go ahead and post to Ao3. But yes please give credit to my Avatar AU :D Yours is like a spin off of it and I am LIVING FOR IT!! Also I hope you don't mind I still want to write your idea about the whole jealous rival reveal in my AU (if I ever get enough time D:) and I will credit you, but is that ok??

You are correct Yin is Nezha since Yin does stand for chaos whereas Yang is Ao Bing as Yang stands for Order and I figure that fit the bill for the demon/celestial pearls.

Regarding your backstory and Yin and Yang design ideas please go wild!! Make this your own spin off :D so please dive in and play around! I just can't wait to see where it goes :DD And if you have any questions or want to bounce ideas PLEASE LET ME KNOW! I love this AU so much so I'd love to keep gushing about it!

I will add this though since I meant to reveal this in the latest installment (that I haven't finished <.< I'm sorry WIPs) but what Ao Bing did to the one horned demon in Bending Lost was really bad/cruel. He took away his ability to feel content. Which doesn't sound bad but imagine never being able to just enjoy something anymore, you have to either love it or hate it, the gray area is gone for EVERYTHING. Truthfully of the two I actually have Ao Bing as the the one to never fight. He is the silent and deadly of the two. Because change is scary, but prolonged placidity and being able to just make people placid and calm and go with what you want is REALLY OP if used by the wrong person. Anyway I just wanted to give you that fuel to go and use if you'd like >:3

Personally I had it swapped for the designs, Yang was the more animal looking of the two since in the Avatar Universe plain animals are most often times the spiritual ones. Also explaining why Ao Bings spirit form has dragon features wheres as Nezha's is still human. But again please go nuts with your spin off :D I'm just excited someone else loves this AU :DDDD

[whimsikolya]

About Kevin and the dread powers

Just to clarify, this is a post about Welcome to Night Vale and The Magnus Archives because horror podcasts won't let me sleep.

I suffer from the same curse all TMA enthusiasts are well acquainted with, which is to say I've given up on trying to interact with any new piece of media without applying fear entities to everything and everyone involved. With this in mind, I've been asking myself for ages which fear Kevin would serve, and I've come to the conclusion that everyone's favorite prophet is a hundred percent an avatar of the Spiral. I don't usually share my thoughts with the class but I've only had a couple of hours of sleep last night and I've just seen a poll asking this exact question with very, very different results and... well, greetings everyone?

I'll start by saying that I absolutely get why people have completely different opinions on this, because at first glance this man and Desert Bluffs as a whole fit so many of the fears. And sure, the dread powers are colors, everyone is bound to blur a few lines. Kevin's lines are as boiled as a bowl of spaghetti though, we're not talking about blurry spots, there are leaks everywhere.

He's Spiral aligned, sure, but the omnipresence of gore and pain in Desert Bluffs is extremely Slaughter and Flesh coded, his Smiling God sometimes sounds like a manifestation of the Dark, and it's impossible to talk about Kevin without a few dozens mentions of cults and centipedes, so he's a pretty good candidate for the Corruption as well. And then, of course, we also have to talk about the blurry line between the Spiral and the Stranger, which makes it hard to see why he'd fit one more than the other. Conclusion: it's an absolute mess. I'm so sorry for how messy and long this post is inevitably going to be.

But hey, I'm doing my best to make sense here, so let's start by ruling out most of these options in a somewhat orderly fashion.

First of all, I'm automatically going to ignore the fears that didn't make an appearance in that little introduction. I can see the influence that the Beholding or the Buried might have on Kevin, but it's simply insignificant compared to the impact of the ones already mentioned. Again, colors and all that.

The Dark is easy to rule out too, but I couldn't ignore it when Kevin's eyes are black and It Devours describes the Smiling God as "that light that sometimes shines out of cupboards and basements, a cold light". But Mister Pitch already has his cult and I think there's too much focus on sunlight and not enough on what that darkness might hide to really go with it.

The Slaughter and the Flesh are harder to brush off, mostly because of, well, all the barbecue sauce. Violence and pain are, have been and will probably always be omnipresent in Kevin's life, and he's very likely a cannibal as well - with a morning routine that goes "burying what's left of breakfast". However, I think it would be too easy to stop at that. First of all, while the arrival of the boy in recent episodes proves that Kevin has always been somewhat open to violence and bloodshed, I'd argue a lot of it came from Strex. Triptych makes it clear that there was no issue with blood and viscera in Desert Bluffs before StrexCorp. And more importantly, hiding behind these fears specifically... the Spiral does that a lot. I completely believe Es Mentiras would've been equally as able to trigger the apocalypse as the Eye, because it has the same kind of special relationship with the rest of the dread powers, but that thought would be too long and too off topic. The point is, the Spiral served us the confession of a cannibalistic priest and a whole statement about a man forced to hurt himself via eating a computer. I'm really writing too much so long story short, I'd argue it really comes down to this: what's the end goal there? In the case of a Slaughter/Flesh avatar, it would be the gore/meat/pain/violence itself; to draw fear out of these things. For Strex and thus for Kevin, when violence and blood are gratuitous, the point is, most of the time, to keep people guessing. To instill doubt, to play with them. It's a "beat your employees to a pulp the day they start their new job to ensure their self-esteem and trust are never quite there" sort of violence. It's a "trick a whole society into thinking humanity is a food chain and they better bite before being bitten" sort of cannibalism. It's a different fear altogether, and so it doesn't fit either.

The Stranger and the Spiral are not always easy to differentiate, so I get the hesitation between the two. And yet I feel like it's pretty simple in the end. The Stranger, I Do Not Know You, is about concealing - thank you, Michael. It's hiding the truth and leaving you with nothing. The Spiral, It Is Not What It Is, is about lying, about twisting the truth so that you get it wrong. As much as I get the symbolism of masks and skins, and as much as they fit Kevin, he does not.. exactly hide anything. He never lies to Carlos about the blood in his studio, he doesn't hide how horrifying StrexCorp is - but he does say the truth with a big smile on his face and in his voice. He denies nothing, but he twists the reality of what happened to him, of who he is because of it. As the Archivist himself would say, he is the question "what hides behind a smile? Is a friendship true, or is it reaching with hands that cut you?" And you know who Kevin always calls a friend? His dear double, of course. He's once again clearly leaning towards the Spiral here.

The Corruption may just be the most tricky, if only because of the shared imagery. With the Smiling God being a giant centipede, and his little Temple of Joy hosting nothing less than a cult, it's hard not to entertain the possibility of Kevin turning to the Crawling Rot, willingly or not. He seems to have had toxic relationships with both family and friends all throughout his life, too, but he himself sounds like he's doing quite well with his new family. If anything, it means that he is/was a victim of the Corruption rather than a potential avatar to me. He may even have jumped off of his metaphorical tower Mike Crew style, right into the arms of the Spiral.

There would be plenty of examples, but to keep this sweet and short I'll focus on the main thing that the two entities share here, that is to say the cult/faith part. I'm a huge believer (ah) in the idea that the Spiral is equally as fond of religious devotion as the Corruption - not saying that they are the only ones, but they are the only ones that matter here. Father Burroughs and Bethany O'Connor, but also the statement giver of Sculptor's Tools who mentions going to church, are proof of this. Both entities target those who have faith to gain power through it, but again, not for the same reasons. The Corruption targets people whose beliefs betray a lack of and longing for connection to nature/others/etc, like Prentiss or the members of the Divine Chain. The Spiral targets people whose beliefs betray their guilt, doubts and insecurities - say a priest who couldn't save a young girl, or a woman who's quick to judge someone on his appearance. They prey on different concepts entirely and when it comes to Kevin and his faith in the Smiling God, I think it's pretty obvious which side he's leaning towards.

Now I'm aware this is a "why Kevin isn't aligned with this or that power" more than a true "why Kevin is Spiral aligned" rant. But this post is so long already that I'm going to stop here before I lose the rest of my sanity and bore all of us to death. I hope a number of points that connect him to Es Mentiras still shines through this whole thing, by contrast at least. I would also be very happy to write another post focusing on each and every single thing that makes Kevin an avatar of the Spiral to me, if anyone happened to be interested in that - and/or to discuss or argue this further, even though I doubt there's an audience for dreadfully long WTNV x TMA rants. But hey, if there is, you know where to find me. My opinion is probably completely off from someone else's perspective which is always fun. I'm just a dedicated listener with a ridiculously strong hyperfixation on both Kevin and the Spiral.

Going off the air until then. Until next time, Desert Bluffs. Until next time!

[faeriefire-7]

So I saw a comment about how my 5 category entity organization was similar to the “like colours, but if colours hated me” so I wondered— what if they were colors? Because I wanted to make this continuous rather then assigning specific discrete colors to each (since the fears often blend and intersect) I thought I could assign each category an input to a color code.

This lead me to an issue, since most of the systems I am familiar with do not have the right number of “digits”. HSL (Hue, saturation, lightness) is the system I used for digital art, but there are only 3 values & they feel somewhat unrelated. Hexadecimal and RGB also have 3 inputs (they use the same system of Red Green Blue but I think hexadecimal goes from 0-255 & RGB typically goes 0-100). CMYK (Cyan, Magenta, Yellow, Black) has 4 inputs, which gave me an idea.

While there are no direct opposites, as explained by Smirk’s balancing attempts failing, the Open (Eye/Vast/Lonely) & Surrounding (Dark/Buried/Corruption) categories are pretty distinct so maybe they could be put on the K axis. High K are more Surrounding (which makes sense with black & the Dark) and low K (we can also call it high “W” or white if that is easier) are more Open. The values then both add up to 100, with an 80 Surrounding value meaning a 20 Open value. The rest of the color values can have their own pigment. Carnal (Slaughter/Flesh/Hunt) is magenta, since Flesh is pink and it being the closest to red or blood in this system. Destruction (Desolation/End/Extinction) is yellow, since hot flames are yellowish as it the radioactive symbol in most situations. Obscure (Spiral/Web/Stranger) then must be cyan, which makes the least sense but I can see it being blue like the stranger’s plastic or glitches aligned with the spiral.

With this system, each case or avatar could be given CYMK values based on their alignment with the categories. Examples:

MAG 22: Hive - 20, 50, 10, 70. Since she was losing her mind and becoming something inhuman it made sense to have some Obscuring (20C), but there was more physical ascent of skin picking the the concept of a Flesh Hive that lended itself well to Carnal (50M). Her transformation was somewhat of a warm embrace so to her it was not about dying, but there was an undertone of undead that gave some to Destruction (10Y). Finally, most of her itching was from the Surrounding rot so it should have the highest value (70K)

MAG 91: The Coming Storm - 30, 5, 5, 0. Mike Crew was being called by the Lichtenberg fractal which was a twisted being itself and causing him to lose his mind a bit so some Obscuring influence was present (30C). Very little Carnal or Destructive influences here since his story was not very graphic or physical, but he was being chased and he did have to die to Become so some called were given (5M&Y). Finally, he was fully taken by the Open skies so that was at its maximum value (100W or 0K)

I think this is a fun system so feel free to come up with values for more episodes (here is the link to the color picker I used, note that I used the number inputs not percentages because they would change after I did them for some reason)

[dialpforpomni]

Case 2: Contracted Abstraction

Part 5: Driven By Those We Lost

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Gangle, was already typing away in my office. Her computer ribbons were a tangled mess as she clattered away.

"Any luck?" I attempted to keep the desperation from my voice.

Gangle jumped, ribbons trembling. "Pomni! You surprised me. And…not really. It's as if he's a ghost in the system. No digital trail, no concrete connections. Just whispers and rumors of abstractions appearing wherever he's been."

"Whispers and rumor won't cut it, Gangle. We need something solid, something tangible." I ran a hand through my perpetually rumpled hair.

"I'm heading down to the precinct. I need to review the files on Bone Pastor. Maybe there is something we have missed."

"Be careful, Pomni," Gangle cautioned, her voice barely audible. "Things have been...tense since the last abstraction."

I got it. The "illness," as we called it, was contagious. An epidemic of code that warped programming, corrupted personality, and ultimately, killed people into fragmented, ethereal shards.

And Bone Pastor was ground zero.

The NYDPD precinct was abuzz with electronic activity, but today it felt like a tomb. Police officers rushed past, their faces serious, their avatars spiking with anxiety.

I tried to catch Chad's eye, hoping for a fly-by remark, a witticism at least, but he elbowed past me, tears streaming down his virtual face, unaware of anything.

I called his name, and he didn't even flinch.

Something was amiss alright.

My stomach churned.

I cut through the endless queues and headed straight for Chief Gummigoo's office.

His door was ajar, and I could hear stifled sobs of weeping within. I hesitated, but the import of the moment overcame my shyness.

I rapped softly and entered.

Gummigoo, that big gelatinous hunk of a chief, leaned over in his chair, his normal bright colors dulled by grief.

"Pomni," he said, thickly with feeling. "What…what can I do for you?

My breath was caught in my throat. "Chief, something's wrong? Chad…he didn't even know me. Even the receptionist at the desk was strange."

Gummigoo hissed, the noise similar to air letting out of a flat tire. "It's Max, Pomni. He…he abstracted. Last night, late. He passed away from the disease."

The words hit me like a punch. Max. The affable deputy with the inexplicable ability to find even the most knotted of code.

Lost.

Reduced to fragments of information, drifting away in the virtual ether.

I was hit with a shivery wave of sorrow that threatened to sweep me up in its icy depths.

"I…I'm sorry, Chief," I was able to manage to get out.

Gummigoo rubbed at his eye with a handkerchief. "He was a fine officer, Pomni. A fine friend." He caught himself, trying to compose himself.

"But we can't let that discourage us. We have to go seek out Bone Pastor. We have to stop this craziness."

He looked at me, the last of his resolve shining through eyes still wet with tears. "What did you want, Pomni?

I took a deep breath, stifling the sadness, focusing on the work. "I want everything down on Bone Pastor. All files, all news articles, all bits of information. I want to know everything there is to know about him."

Gummigoo nodded purposefully. "I'll take you down to the file room. It's.it's below. We've been quarantining everything we have on him, hoping to quarantine the.the stain.".

The file room itself was way down in the bowels of the precinct, a dank, forgotten place where rows and rows of clogged servers and vintage data storage equipment lined the walls.

The air smelled of rot and decay. Gummigoo led me down the labyrinthine hallways, the beat of his footsteps reverberating off the walls.

"We haven't had much luck finding anything important," he said softly. "Bone Pastor is slippery. He covers his tracks well."

We searched for what felt like hours, sifting through stacks and stacks of documents, pursuing blind alleys and false trails. The pain of Max's death, added to the frustration of our fruitless search, settled on me, ready to overwhelm me.

And finally, tucked away in the back where the dust accumulates, behind a row of old storage cabinets, we found something. A small, frayed file with "Bone Pastor – PRELIMINARY INVESTIGATION" scribbled on the cover in faded ink.

Gummigoo handed it to me, his hand trembling slightly. "That's all there is. It's old, but it might be something.".

I took the file, my heart pounding in my chest. "Thank you, Chief. I give you my word, we'll catch him. We'll stop him. For Max. For all the others we've lost."

Gummigoo nodded, a spark of hope back in his eyes. "I know you will, Pomni. You're the best we have.".

I left the precinct, the file clutched against my palm. The rain stopped, and New DigiYork's neon lights glowed a bit brighter, less menacing. I had a tip, a thread to pull. It was thin, but it was enough.

As I came back to the office, I was charged with fresh determination. This wasn't just about stopping a criminal; it was about saving our city, our friends, our lives.

Bone Pastor had declared war on New DigiYork, and I was going to fight back.

In our reconverted server room, Gangle was still hunched over her screens, her ribbons more knotted than ever.

"I'm back," I said, placing the file on the table. "And I think we might have something."

Gangle looked up, wide with anticipation. "What is it? What did you learn?"

I opened the file and put the contents of it out on the table. Faded photographs, video shots of poor quality, and scribbled handwriting covered the space. We went through the data, piecing together pieces of Bone Pastor's past, searching for any clue that could lead us to him.

The file was compiled years ago, detailing a series of strange occurrences, code glitches, and reports of cryptic digital ailments.

It painted a picture of a man obsessed with the idea of "pure abstraction," a man who believed that the numinous world was imperfect and that only through complete and absolute breakdown could perfection be reached.

As we delved deeper into the file, we discovered an ambience, a trail of locations where Bone Pastor had been spotted before the onset of grand abstractions.

Abandoned server farms, missing data centers, and deserted coding schools – places where the virtual world had been rotting and exposed.

Gangle abruptly gasped, her ribbons snapping into position. "Pomni, look! Look at this! This location…this deserted coding school in Old DigiYork…it was where the initial abstraction was documented! And…and there is a reported power surge in that location just hours ago!"

Old DigiYork. A forgotten ward, with bugs and faulty code. A ghost town of cyberspace. And possibly, Bone Pastor's new headquarters.

I stared at the map, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. This was our chance.

Loading up the gear, Gangle," I said, my voice crisp with determination. "We're off to Old DigiYork. We're going to find Bone Pastor. And we're going to shut him down for good.".

New DigiYork's neon faded in the distance as we sped past to Old DigiYork, digital rain drumming against our virtual windshield. I felt the lack of Max as a void in my code, a reminder of what we were fighting for.