#drawing for the blood bug mix draw thing | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

krypticcafe · 10 months ago

Note

How do you feel about CoD boys in a monster au? Whether they’re the monster or their s/o is the monster, I just think it would be neat. I’m partial towards werewolves but honestly I love anything that goes bump in the night. I LOVE the idea of a monster being afraid of hurting their partner but their partner knows that they could never hurt them. If you’re open to monster requests, I have so many ideas. Just… monsters, man

oooo are we spitballing bc I love throwing around ideas!!

I absolutely love monster AUs, one of my faves is @/bluegiragi's and I'm sure you all know that iconic one. I'm totally open to monster/hybrid requests, and a detailed list of what other things I write can be found in the cafe's Customer Service Policy aka rules :]

And monster-related plots? I'm a sucker for that shit, need more of that and monster!reader.

If I were to make a Monster Hybrid AU with my own specific ideas though, hmm...

Powerful and stoic, Price would make a great minotaur (lower half of a bull). Sure, maybe his back isn't what it used to be, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the strength to send you back to your maker. Every step he takes on base acknowledges his presence, a posture that demands respect from its witnesses. The horns on his head aren't something to mess with either, though it takes him ages to scrape out the dried blood from the cracks and tailor his bucket hats.

On the other hand, the canine hybrid for Soap is oddly charming. Similarly to a werewolf, he would have the senses of one, but as a just hybrid, he's unable to fully transform. Instead, he's equipped with features like ears, tail, fangs, some fur on his arms and legs, and a longer tongue. I can see him being a border collie, the Scottish sheepdog just makes sense. But a kelpie/merfolk would also work with his callsign. Soap, a mischievous water spirit known for "cleaning out" rooms of enemies? A body with slick scales, gills, and a frilled mohawk when in monster form? Yeah, I can definitely see that.

For someone with a Queen's honor, a phoenix feels right for Gaz. Bright and burning wings and tail—a light that feels regal and elegant, yet so youthful and lively at the same time. With him in the sky, you're guaranteed to be safe under his watch. Or maybe a cervitaur with those doe eyes of his, gorgeous as ever. Yet equipped with a kick that's sure to shatter the ribs of those who mock him for being just a faun with a pretty face.

Undeniably, with such a specific callsign, Ghost can't be anything other than a wraith. Maybe mix in a bit of demonic blood, soul-eater tendencies, or even marks of an incubus for a little extra kick. His scars look more like shadowy cracks in his skin, smoke pours from the concerningly realistic skull he wears, he looks more like a reaper than a spirit. Regardless, this man is a shadowy phantom that provokes the fear of gods in whoever he sets his target as.

Roach, sure maybe his energy is fitting of a satyr or something more fitting and urban for our token American, like a roach version of Mothman. Bug wings and scales similar to the structure of an exoskeleton, But Roach came to be for being nearly indestructible, like the bug. In fact, it would be more accurate to call Roach, Roaches, as a bogeyman with a human body that can crumble into a swarm of those insects would explain why gunshots and explosions can hardly stop him.

Like Ghost, we can't deny who Hound is, either. Werewolf. Anything less would be criminal. For fun, mix it in with a bit of hellhound hybrid biology, so that he has to either go as a full hellhound or a human with hellhound features. Eyes that burn like Tartarus and a fanged snarl that even Cerberus would shudder at. Maybe even make him in charge of a hellhound K-9 unit, forced to face the very thing he fears.

As for the Reader? Well, that's up to you. Personally, I'm a little fond of shapeshifters. Might need to draw some of these ideas sometime...

Ah well, just some thoughts I had. Any other spitballs you guys have?

156 notes · View notes

rozeliyawashereyall · 1 month ago

Text

I fucked around, I found out, and I came out with an AU that wouldn't make the slightest of sense in the actual universe of where the series take place

But do indulge me, cringe AUs are addictively fun to make.

Thanks to @weltthejellyfish , @lightdragon789 , and @astralbulldragon13 for writing like, 98% of everything, would be clueless about my own AU without you 🙏

Anywho chat. Casino AU.

The casino is kind of like?? A haunted house?? Or at least the concept of it. Yeah human owned places are scattered publicly, but halfblood owned ones are in more secluded and secretive places—no human was allowed into said places, only those who are like, an altruist for halfbloods, and even they have very limited access.

Bug getting into the casino would be very difficult, they'd have to first find out where the casino even is, find it and pretend to be an ally and after that slowly work their way up and face some pretty hard challenges

The casino is a family business that was bustling at first but Cercie caught wind of it and started hunting down every family member until it was only bodie left. With only Bodie running the business, he finds a college graduate, Marco, and decides to hire him as a dealer. A few years later and he finds a kid abandoned by his step parents, Timmy, and the rest is history.

•

The descriptions of the three in the drawings:

-Swamp of Fortune was a family business run by the Willowroots, but after Cercei caught wind of it she started hunting down every family member until it was only Bodie left. Stressed and paranoid about his safety, he closed the casino down and resulted to alcohol for a few years before meeting Marco, a shady college graduate who's determined to help he guy out of his slump. One thing lead to another and now the casino is both getting popular again and is under watch by the government for alleged suspicious practices.

-Marco Palustris Cydarki dropped out of college after his involvement with dangerous people led to concerns for his safety. While he majored in computer science, his real talent lies in the arts. After dropping out, he found refuge with Bodie, an older man who just happens to own a casino, one that has a history of questionable purchases and suspicious rumors. Marco has been assisting him in various capacities since being taken in. Whether Bodie's influence is protective or manipulative remains to be seen, but Marco has stuck around, likely owing something to his benefactor.

-Timmy’s life has been a mix of captivity and survival. Born under Cercie Fain’s control, his parents faked his death, cutting off his dragon wings to pass him off as a regular gator half-blood. After being auctioned off, he was raised by Elizabeth Wheat on a half-blood farm until Cercie’s men took him. He later escaped, and found himself stranded and injured in the city, where Bodie found him and became a father figure for the guy. Since then, he's grown into a mini-manager at the casino, following in Bodie’s footsteps as a floor supervisor. Despite being the smallest his presence is larger than life.

•

These little guys personalities are a mix of OG and BM. So more sadistically playful, hence the neutral/hate relationship Marco and Timmy have with bug in this AU. Timmy and Marco probably see Bug as just a new pet, but with them getting more popular around the casino and climbing up— they could turn from a pet to a threat to the two. When it’s revealed that they’re a cop, they probably do some very… thorough interrogation to make sure they are actually on the casino’s side. Then maybe Bug offers to be a Triple Agent. They're lucky Bodie likes them around, I fear they would NOT survive if he didn't enjoy their company, they'd be torn apart if it wasnt for him...he may have used that to his advantage..but Bodie’s just so sweet, they’d never suspect anything..

•

Crimes👍

Money laundering

Bootlegging

Illegal gambling

Probably murder ngl

Loan sharking

Labor racketeering

stock manipulation

Tax fraud

•

Stupid stuff:

They'd only start calling bug, well, bug, because they were caught in their trap, and they have a habit of playing with their food. After they start using Bug as a double agent they start throwing in other nicknames—First it was just bug but then it'd turn into more playful variations of it (IE: Waterbug, Sugarbug, Bedbug, etc) The day Bodie calls them Sugar Bug, they are caught so off guard

Bodie gifted Bug a pair of butterfly earrings as a welcome gift, only for the earrings to turn out to be a tracking device/listening ddevice.

Timmy would drink like five cocktails and get black out drunk because they don’t taste like alcohol. Mudslide would be his favorite though. I can picture Marco drinking red wine, he'd would like mulled wine or wassail during winter. Bodie is either whiskey, or bourbon, but during business meetings, they all drink Willowroot family recipe Moonshine

Bodie still drinks but has cut back. He only drinks half a bottle compared to the two a day he used to drink.

Bug's aim is so fucking bad bro, it's storm trooper level bad

More stupid stuff but timeline version, kinda, idk actually:

-Bug was tasked to locate the casino, gets chased and almost mauled by a halfblood before Bodie intervenes and helps Bug from dying.

- I'd imagine when Bug is recovering and is eager to work to repay Bodie back. He asks Timmy to keep watch of Bug and kind of assesses Bug to see if they could work at the casino and the two talk from there

-Then Bodie and Timmy along with Bug, go out on a walk, talking about taxe evasion, casinos, and mafias, all that fun jazz. But they stumble upon Tony and Sparkie trying to track down any rogue halfbloods. prompt them to relay it to Cercie that Bug found the casino and she sends the hunters to bug, just to tell them to get every secret they can find and report back to them. Which Bug is very hesitant on doing. Not only because they’ve helped them and shown they aren’t the monsters their people painted them as... also because these gator folk could kill them very easily.

Like the end of episode 3 or maybe when Marco comes in with info on Bug (that maybe Bodie asked Marco to do a background check or interrogate Bug idk man) and that’s when they ask Bug to be a double agent

-It’s been a few months (maybe) and Bug is stressing but pulling through being a double agent in relaying info to both sides. But also getting closer to the bois as they treated them slightly better then Cercie and her people did. Which results in Bug confiding in Bodie and being accepted into their lives.

Idk what to do with the rest bro you figure it out.

Last stupid stuff I promise

Okay I'm done now

Yippee @capitalmaudios @magebunkshelf @dayspriteofficial

#my art #will i go back to this AU?#who knows.#maybe i will #maybe i won’t #I've gotten over the drawings #i hate them now /lh /hj #sigh anyway #gator boys #the bug army #obsidian lantern #capital m audios #daysprite #yeah Marco and Timmy do kinda definitely hate bug ngl #i just really like drama okay #this AU is so cringe i cannot #but i love drawing the accessories on the boys #Swamp of Fortune

45 notes · View notes

y-rhywbeth2 · 19 days ago

Text

Next stage in the 'who has a bigger body count' competition Astarion started yesterday, while praying I can use a calculator correctly:

Bhaal VS Cazador: Deaths in Baldur's Gate over the last 15 years.

I counted about 22 active Bhaalists (including Orin, Sarevok and Durge), who, having to murder once every ten days, have about 12,045 kills between them. However, as briefly mentioned in game, most of them do not reside in Baldur's Gate and also Bhaal's clergy are usually a little nomadic, so this wouldn't have been too highly focused on the Gate.

They do need to kill a living thing every day, so that's also another 108,405 dead things which may or may not be human/oid.

As for the vampires, assuming they don't have a massive herd of blood dolls:

While vampires do need to feed a little less as they age, it's still not that much lower.

A typical Fledgling vampire must drink 12 hit points worth of blood in every 24-hour period. The source of this blood is immaterial; it can come from living victims, fresh corpses, animals, or even sealed “caches" of chilled blood. - Van Richten's Guide to Vampires

The typical person, people with adventuring classes being rarer, has 4 hit points. Or less. Sometimes you're lucky and 5e upgrades them to 1d8 with an average of 4. Add in older editions and level drain and normal people do not survive being fed on by vampires.

Judging by talking to Astarion, Cazador does drain his prey dry more often than not.

So on average Cazador has needed 3 kills a day, and over the past 15 years that's 3 kills every one of 5,475 days. Which is apparently 16,425 dead bodies. (7000 is small change to vampires and Archdevils alike, apparently. I keep coming back to this, but Mephistopheles' deal is extremely and suspiciously cheap.) Each spawn has needed about 12 rats each: 65,700 rats dead each, 459,900 rats altogether. I assume they feed the corpses to the ghouls.

Cazador forbidding his spawn human blood actually makes perfect sense. Aurelia and Astarion have been with him for most of that 200 years. Cazador has murdered at least the equivalent of 73,000 people, if those two also feed properly it's now 219,000 people. Petras and I assume Violet, are about 100: 109,500 kills each (or more). 438,000 people. Yousen is 60 (65,700), Dalyria less than 50 due to being a Peer (54,750); Leon's less than 12 (13,140). Altogether this 'family' would have killed aprox. 571,590 people over the last two centuries.

The Western Heartlands' city and town populations, circa 14th century, were:

Baldur's Gate: 42,103 Elturel: 22,671 Evereska: 21,051 Berdusk: 20,242 Iriaebor: 16,193 Scornubel: 14,574 High Edge: 9,716 Asbravn: 5,668 Hluthvar: 5,668 Beregost: 2,915 Secomber: 1,417 Daggerford: 891 Corm Orp: 810

Census indicates the Western Heartlands' total permanent population was 163,919, of which Cazador would have consumed the equivalent of 44.53%. I can only assume that he either fasts a lot or mixes in some animal blood (which would not have made him fun to be around for the spawn), or we're drawing off of VtM logistics and he has control of blood banks and a herd of living people he keeps alive plus just feeding off of his spawn to top him up between murders (which does explain the human staff).

I'm not counting the amounts of rats and mice consumed, but honestly I think there's money to be made hiring your spawn out as a pest control service. Assuming they don't drive themselves out of business.

There is absolutely no way the 7000 spawn in the cells should be anything but feral howling messes who are scrabbling for rats and bugs and cannibalising each other, assuming they haven't just shrivelled into the state of torpor from lack of blood to fuel the magic keeping their bodies animate. There is no feasible way to keep them fed. I don't even think there are enough rodents in the city to feed them...

Meanwhile Bhaalists have been active for 130 years since the end of the Bhaalspawn crisis, and have killed around 4,745 people each in that time. Luckily, they've been quite low in number, mostly nomadic, and only recently had a revival (which is still low population) so that probably not too many.

Verdict: DnD maths is poorly thought out and the vampires win the murder competition by goddamn miles. While Bhaal wins overall, due to having 1300+ years of murders to his name, Cazador's recent activity is higher, and Astarion has been accomplice to the number of murders that Durge only dreams of. Durge is still winning in the sadism and first degree murder count though.

#jesus fucking christ.#lore stuff #edgelord hours #villainous nonsense #/durge #/astarion #long post

27 notes · View notes

atsadi-shenanigans · 3 months ago

Text

What Shall We Become 13 - Comfort

The rogue performs an unfamiliar task.

On AO3.

The packs do contain useful items: a few healing potions, a bag of herbs she seems to be able to identify about half of, a knife, some large crystal—she makes a sound when she pulls it out; he assumes it must be shinier than usual—and a handful of gold. The pack also contains less useful items: clothing. She puts one leg into a pair of trousers and declares they won’t work.

So he has no choice but to take them from her. He has neither the spare cloth nor the eyesight to truly let out the hems. It’s going to be a rough job. But he can split the side seams, cut through the waist, and lace it back up with strips of leather he cut off a jerkin she found.

“Them’s is some sideless chaps,” she says, as if half of that wasn’t gibberish. It seems to amuse her, though.

She thanks him several times. It still throws him when she does it.

He makes no comment, however. Drawing attention to something that isn’t shit makes it go away. So he begins working on the alteration as best he can.

And then she says, “Y’all got poison mushrooms here?”

“Do not touch it,” he snaps. He doesn’t mean to leap up or fling down his work to surge in her direction. He catches himself halfway through doing just that, though. “Let me see it.”

She doesn’t even remark on the hilarity of that request.

“It was in one of the packs?” he says.

She holds out a pouch for him to take. “Yeah. Looks like some bottles, what I think might be some kinda jerky, and what looks a lot like them camp crackers Shadowheart carries around. But these one’s got some, uh, some bugs all in them.”

He heard adventurers complain about that. Hells, he’s pretty sure gnomes put them in their bread intentionally as some kind of seasoning. And that’s just another reason to dislike gnomes.

It doesn’t sound like a poisoner’s pouch? It’s usually bad form to mix what might kill you with what won’t. Still. He can’t have her dropping dead now.

He sniffs. Old meat. Old bread and bugs. And that dry, earthy scent of mushrooms. Not familiar.

“It’s nothing I recognize,” he says.

“You know mushrooms?”

“I know poisons, darling.”

“Huh,” she says. It’s a thoughtful sound.

“Well, I can’t know every poison in Toril,” he says and holds the pouch back out. “But I doubt it’ll harm you. Elves and humans eat similar things, for the most part. And this rather seems to be a sack of provisions.”

She takes it. Gives it a few shakes. “What kinda meat d’you think that is?”

“I’ve absolutely no idea.”

Another pause. She rummages. “Do healing potions work on poison?”

“My experience with poisons didn’t involve trying to stop them, darling.”

She sighs. And reaches for the tadpole connection. And opens them both to anger and spite and something remarkably close to lust.

“Oh,” he says. “The cleric and the gith found each other.”

***

One excruciating (for her) tadpole conversation later, and she decides to take a nibble from one of the mushrooms and keep that potion handy. She chews it thoughtfully—it squeaks between her teeth—and two hundred years in, and he doesn’t think the living get to be disgusted by his (fresh) diet. He doesn’t have to shred and tear and grind the flesh of something between his teeth. Just a bite, some blood, and he can—in their leader’s case—let his meal go about her business.

She settles back to wait, bottle of healing potion at her side.

He works for a long time. The seams of the reclaimed trousers are easy enough to open. Though it’s much slower than usual, since he has to do it all by touch.

It’s some kind of leather, he thinks, though he can’t quite identify it. It’s smooth and supple, yet the scent is strange. Perhaps they were a band of sun elves from some distant colony? Who knows what sun elves get up to these days.

Soon enough, he’s got something to work with. He begins carefully placing lacing holes along the sides and reinforcing them with thread so they don’t tear (the material might be sturdy enough, since leathers are far less prone to it than woven fabric).

He’ll leave the actual lacing up to her. He’s vaguely aware of her size? By sight of her puttering around camp, certainly. Even more so from that brief moment in the forest when her warm body pressed against him.

He doesn’t usually pursue larger prey. That bastard had a distaste for them. But she felt…nice. Remarkably soft. Smooth skin he could grab and caress. Pull her to him and feel her body mold to his. It had been pleasant. The sex would have been somewhat novel, but he thinks he would have liked it. If for no other reason than it being on his terms for once. He selected her for his reasons and his own ends.

And she’s fun, when she’s not sitting there silently.

Speaking of.

“Darling, are you still alive?” he says, though he can hear her strong, steady heartbeat and her blood singing for him. Waiting for him.

She doesn’t respond. He stops his sewing. Turns his head towards that delicious pulse.

“Darling?”

And that slow, steady heartbeat increases. Her lungs inflate in a great whoosh. In, then out. Too rapid.

“My favorite ally, are you dying?”

And when she fails to respond a third time, he has to stand. Walks over, crouches beside her.

“Eleanor?” he says.

And she replies, in a low, haunted tone, “There’s something out there.”

His body slams into action. Ears strain. He stops breathing. Every sense reaches out as his right hand finds the dagger on his belt.

The stream nearby gurgles. Air moves far above them. Her heart races.

And nothing else.

The soft rustle he’s pretty sure is her shaking her head. Then, “You can’t hear it?”

In the same tone she used when she’d revealed his own blindness to him. The terror twists his throat and he almost bites the inside of his cheek just to keep his focus tethered to the here and the now.

No, no. His ears still work. The stream still gurgles. Her fingers drum on her own thigh in a ta-ta-tap, ta-ta-tap pattern.

It occurs to him that her statement, in most literature, usually prefaces a character descending into madness. “Did you hear that” followed by “I saw it, I swear” followed shortly thereafter with “the walls are bleeding.”

Wonderful. Him blind and her losing her mind.

“Dear,” he says and crouches again to touch her. Thinks better of it. Settles in nearby instead (and has to place one hand on the ground to steady him because even with his own natural—and unnatural—grace, balancing like that in the dark is a touch difficult). “Perhaps you should rest?”

It never works in books. He’s not sure why he thinks it would work now.

She says, “I can’t.”

Presumably because she’s watching mushrooms grow arms and soft, gasping maws.

Still. He tries again. Because this is reality and every now and then he can badger someone into doing what he wants. “You found a perfectly good bedroll in all that gear. I’m sure that’ll be much more comfortable than the cold ground? You can lie down just for a bit, hmm?”

More silence. It’s both tedious and alarming. He adds that to his tally of contradictions.

“I don’t hear anything except you, darling,” he says. And when she predictably gives no response, he chances it and taps at what he thinks is her shoulder. And hits the side of her head.

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” she says.

Which makes no sense whatsoever. Is this delirium? The last vestiges of thought before what was clearly a poisonous mushroom stills her heart forever?

Shit.

His fingers find her face and he tilts her head towards him. She allows it for two seconds before slapping his hands away.

“Eleanor,” he says. “You’re behaving erratically. Perhaps you ought to take that potion now.”

“Mm fine.”

“You’re certainly not. We can’t have you keeling over down here.”

“Mm fine. Stop fussing.”

She says, as a rhythmic sound starts up. Her leg, he realizes. She’s sitting with her legs crossed, and now one of them bounces fast.

“Whatever’s got you on edge—”

“They’re watching us,” she says.

Another statement that sends a bolt of alarm crackling down his spine. At least, until logic—but mostly his own senses—prevail.

“We’re literally the only ones in this cavern,” he says. He almost says “living things” but, well, there’s only one of those.

He’s close enough he can feel her head shake. She makes a strange sound, “nuh-uh.” And he doesn’t even get a moment to try to decipher what it should translate to, because she carries on. “The fungus. Y’know it talks? It’s all probably one, big creature. A mi-cro-or-gan-ism.” Said very carefully and it still doesn’t translate. “Ain’t even alive, but it ain’t dead and this whole cavern is probably just one or two of ‘em. They’s all the same one.”

Ah. She has…lost it entirely, then. He wishes she could have cracked long ago, when they could have left her behind. Or had the decency to hold out long enough for them to find another one of their party. Instead, she’s chosen the worst, possible moment to all but abandon him.

“Well, darling,” he says and gives her actual shoulder (this time) a little pat. “I’ll leave you to it, then. Perhaps you can make friends with it.”

And she grabs him. A proper grab. For the first time. Two fistfuls of his shirt and she jerks him down, her earthy-scented breath washing over him when she says, “You can’t kill fungi in any way that matters. The internet knows that. It’s all one organism. It’s a mycelium, and it talks to all parts of it. Like a big, fucking brain.”

He finds her wrists and…she’s got a strong grip when she wants to.

“Dearest, I only have one good shirt. If you wouldn’t mind?”

A pause. Then she lets go. She does seem to observe basic etiquette when she’s not flying off into madness or chewing out a man’s throat.

“It’s listening to us, Astarion. I think…I think I ate some. I think them was magic mushrooms, but I can hear them now. And I think they can hear me. And they’re screaming.”

Magic mushrooms? There was no arcane power in that little bag. Surely she can’t…oh. Ah yes. That would make sense.

She’s taken hallucinogens. Those elves were carrying around hallucinogenic mushrooms—either they were immune, or he’s going to have to change his opinion of sun elves slightly. And now she’s as high as a bird.

The relief pulls the tension out of his shoulders. He can admit that to himself. She’ll be odd for a time, and then probably sleep, and he won’t be left on his own. Yes. Good. That’s much better.

Right until she says, “But if they can talk to each other, what if they can find me? What if they know I’m here?”

“What?”

She flaps her hand. He knows this, because she accidentally (he hopes) swats him in the face.

“Fuck, sorry! But y’all got strawberries.”

He takes a few steps back. Best to leave her to her little adventure, as it were. But then her leg bounces faster, and he’s heard these can turn nasty, and if she runs off in a panic and falls into some pit and snaps her pretty neck, then he’s right back where he started.

“What about strawberries?” he says. That seems the safest part of this whole conversation.

“Why the fuck do y’all got strawberries!” she says, entirely too excited about fruit. “Strawberries evolved for a specific ecosystem thousands and thousands of years ago. On Earth. So why the fuck do y’all got them? Why are there humans here? At first, I thought it maybe was some kinda parallel evolution, the way lots of other things just end up as fucking crabs. But y’all got fucking strawberries and coffee and tea. And they taste the fucking same. That’s gotta be some kinda like, interdimensional fucking…fucking pollination or whatever. Like transplants.”

He stares in her general direction.

“Astarion, I think our worlds fucking talk to each other. And mushrooms might be sentient space penises—is it peni? What’s the plural on that?”

“…cocks?” he says.

She snaps her fingers. “Ye-awh. Sentient space cocks. I heard whole forests are like, one mycelium. So what if it’s the same here and on Earth and they can all talk to each other? What if they’re in both worlds and so are…are gods? Cause we got a Tyr in our world but it’s different and like a thousand years extinct but what if it’s real.”

“Darling…” He’s not even sure where he’s going with this. She’s worked herself up into a proper froth (he can see why the wizard is fascinated with her).

“What if it’s real?” she says again, going quiet. Something about that tone needles at him. It doesn’t sound like her, confident and clever. She sounds too small. Sounds…young.

“What if it was all real?”

It takes him a moment to trace the lines back into what he knows about her: her memories the night with the gur. Her family. Some sort of religious aspect to it, though he didn’t delve deeply enough to understand.

“What does it matter?” he says.

“Because. Because I said it wasn’t. All the therapy, all my friends, it wasn’t none of it real. It was just people. People can be fuckers. You can deal with that. But if it was…was right. Then…”

She swallows so hard he can hear it.

“Then they was right,” she says. “They was right and they said if we left we’d burn in hell. So if it was real, if god was real, what happens when he finds me?”

She’s mentioned leaving something several times. A religious sect, then? One her family was devoted to?

“Who was your god, then?” he says. “Which one?”

And she laughs. Quiet. Mean. “Wasn’t no other god but him. ‘Thou shalt have no other gods before me.’”

Thou shalt know thou art mine.

His stomach gives a queasy shiver.

“He don’t got a name but god. Him and the Pastor. And I ran away. I thought they’d come after me, but they never did. Least not that I could tell. But what if our worlds talk? And he’s real? And he knows everything, he can see everything and he’ll know where I am. What if they come this time?”

To capture. Retrieve a runaway. He knows that sick, churning dread all too well.

But he’s never heard of a god named “god.” How utterly preposterous. Most gods are arrogant, but that takes it even further.

Her leg bounces fast. He’d told her elves and humans ate similar foods. But there are differences, and something that might be harmless to an elf…what if she gets so worked up her feeble human heart just…stops?

He should comfort her. Somehow. He’s not sure how people go about that with their clothes on. He’s not sure how people go about that when they mean it.

“Well, I’ve never heard of a god named god, darling,” he says.

On a whim, he decides to check the tadpole connection and make sure she’s not, well, leaking or anything. It’s a bit like slipping into a river (how terribly banal for him, these days). The current is the whole of them, and each individual a stone along the channel.

Everyone keeps mainly to themselves—save for the tiefling, who burns hot with joy and violence. She’s currently got her ax buried in the skull of…is that a minotaur?

He gives himself a shake. Where is their yokel? She’s here somewhere…

He finds her. Or finds the space around her, rather. The way one can spot a new moon by the lack of stars within the dark circle in the sky. Their illustrious leader is a void. So sealed off she makes herself more obvious than the others, with their occasional thoughts leaking out like wisps in the current (the wizard is crouched over a set of rusted armor, his mind some complicated puzzle of intricate, spinning gears).

But her? She’s impenetrable.

“Darling?” he says and pulls himself back into his own body.

“What if god finds me?” she says. “What if he can bring them and they all find me. You don’t know what it’s like. We ain’t supposed to leave. That’s how the devil gets you. We can’t leave. But I did. And I can’t go back there.”

“You’re not going anywhere, dear—”

“I ain’t gonna. I cannot go back. Not ever.”

Well, he can understand that sentiment. He carefully lowers himself to sitting near her. “No one is going to take you.”

When was the last time a person spent so much time alone with him? Who is he to say something like that?

“And even if they did, you’re far tougher than you give yourself credit for, you know.”

And she…she sniffles. He’s seen her cry the once (well, twice, but the second time she was covered in blood and was in what even he recognized as a state of shock). It was in the forest after he deliberately hurt her. The bottle and a half of wine cracked her facade, and out spilled her losing her entire world, her people, her culture. He’s seen her afraid (scarpered halfway up a tree after screaming so hard it hurt his ears as a gnoll charged her). Hells, he came across her as she lay dying. But he’s never heard her so, so helpless. It irks him. She’s supposed to be the one with three different plans, one of them involving setting something on fire. She’s not…she can’t be so sad and scared. It makes him uneasy.

“They ain’t the problem,” she says, her voice thick. He frowns and starts to ask her what the problem is, then (he knows what happens to runaways, locked in the dark and the rotting silence). But she beats him to it. “I am.”

He has no answer for that. Oh, plenty of questions. None of which he can quite parse out.

“I know what they do,” she continues. Her memory of a dark cellar in the ground and a chain and hunger—he doesn’t want to think on that, not even if it was only in her head. “But being there. It, it changes how you think. If they got me back…what if…what if they got in my head? What if they made me want to stay again? They was real good at that. That’s what other people don’t get. The bad parts, yeah. But they could make good parts, too. And I…it worked. It worked for a long time”

She’s afraid. Not of others (well, a little of others), but of herself. Of her own weakness. Of giving in.

That strikes far too close to Astarion. Nearly slips through his defenses and nicks something vital. He slaps a metaphysical hand over the wound and backs away.

“They’d have to take you first, darling,” he says. “I’d murder them if they tried.”

She snuffles again. Coughs her throat clear. “You can’t see.”

“No. But I’m still a vampire spawn. I can rip out a throat if I feel like it, sight or no. You’re hardly defenseless down here. And there’s no god in any realm that could help them if they tried to take you with our resident tiefling hellspawn around.”

Or the Blade. Or the wizard. Hells, the cleric and the gith, when not trying to murder each other, would be a force of their own. He’s certain even the over-sized druid would step in.

“Serious?” she says.

He scoots himself closer, just enough that their knees brush. When hers isn’t bouncing, anyway.

“I’d never turn down a meal, you know,” he says. “I’d drink them dry even if I didn’t get to gorge myself.”

And because he never actually got over the indignity of it, he pauses a moment to get a read on her position, and then reaches out to poke her nose to see how she likes it—he hits her cheek.

“We’re allies, yes?” he says. “We watch each other’s backs.”

Her leg slows. “I…yeah. Guess we do.”

She sniffles and sniffs a few more times. It seems to be clearing up. The two of them sit in silence for a time. Which isn’t something he knows what to do with. He never just…sits. Especially not with someone. Usually, he’s seducing them or taking off his clothes. And the other spawn don’t converse. Not really. It’s too dangerous—they all act as eyes and ears of that bastard. One is just as likely to turn another in for a slip, any mistake at all. They are nothing but extensions of him.

This is…strange. Awkward. And, in a way, almost…calming?

“You still got that arsonist’s oil?” his sniffling leader says and ruins it.

“I’m not giving you a weapon in your state.”

“It ain’t a weapon. It’s a potion.”

“It’s a grenade, darling, and very much counts as a weapon.”

“I just…” she says. “I’m just…”

He can fill the rest in: weak. Defenseless. And then he wonders why in the hells he’s so invested. No, no. He’s doing his job as her ally, cheering her up. Making sure she still breathes come morning—or whatever passes for morning, blinded in the Underdark. Because she’s no use to him dead or panicked. That’s the reason he’s doing whatever it is he’s doing.

“Besides,” she says. “I gotta watch your back, too. And I lost my cool poison robes so all I got is a stick.”

Well, that’s…certainly practical. Yes. It’s simple practicality.

He sighs. Leans over to drag his pack to him and dig around inside.

“Fine,” he says. Tries not to think of how reassuring the handles of his daggers feel in his own hands when he sits, staring out at nothing, waiting for the first whispers of mine to sear into his mind. “But if you throw that at me, darling, I’m going to be very cross.”

“I ain’t gonna throw it at you,” she says. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

She sounds so disgustingly genuine. He ought to vomit. Tell her where she can shove her pity and her, her…whatever this is. But his body is doing something. There’s something happening to him, something she just did. Something he doesn’t like.

He shoves all that down as hard as he can. Shoves the bottle at her. She takes it. Eventually, her knee stops bouncing.

They sit in more silence, their knees brushing.

Then, “Thank you.”

She means for the bottle. Though, for some reason he cannot decipher, it feels like she’s referring to more than that.

“You’re welcome,” he says.

#these two shitheads #what shall we become #astarion #astarion x tav #tavstarion #astarion x eleanor #eleanor is not having a good time #lost in a cave #idiots falling in love #plus size tav #demisexual tav #isekai tav

21 notes · View notes

nami-moittli · 3 days ago

Text

Okay more AU drawings for @starry-blue-echoes jjba AUs, this time Beastars!

I know Jolyne has been established as a butterfly/octopus hybrid, with some bat as well I think? But may I instead suggest: moth. A silk moth specifically, which I think fits her better than bat personally. Though, even if not, then because of the butterfly aspect that implies that when she was a kid she was a caterpillar, which is very fun to think about. Though it also means that she was a cocoon for a bit. I’m thinking anywhere between a few weeks and a few months, which would probably be sucky for school attendance, depending on when and how long she’s are cocoon for. One thing I know though is that Jotaro would drop everything he’s doing and just spend all day and night with her, heck, maybe even Holly comes by to stay with her. They’re a bit worried that her cocoon is not only underwater but also upside down, hanging onto the floor of the river/lake she’s in, but they trust her instincts cause, well, there’s not much else for them to do now

I’ve definitely been thinking about p5 stuff though, because Giorno accidentally becoming the Bucci gang’s pet is SO much fun to think about. Like, would they try to find his “owner”? Would they even want to, seeing the scars on the beasts form? What would they name him? Giorno certainly can’t say himself. How do they figure out this foxbeeladybug thing has a stand? Do they assume that the mix of features is part of the stand? It would make sense, GE is able to give life, why not it make this fox part bug(s)? Etc. etc.

The most important question probably is, what does Koichi think? I mean, Giorno transforms after his encounter with Luca, which would mean it’s before he meets Bruno, before he and Koichi fight Black Sabbath, so imagine this: Koichi is exploring the area, probably using ACT 1 to scout the area, and eventually he finds his bag and right next to it are the same clothes that one Giorno Giovanna was wearing when they met. Inspecting the clothes further, there’s a few drops of blood near the collar. A head injury maybe? He ends up following the trail of blood, only for it to stop suddenly, he was probably picked up by someone. What should he do now? He should probably call Jotaro-san

Anyway, I think that Koichi following behind them could lead to a lot of fun adventures and AU crossovers!

But yeah, Beastars is such a fun AU! I hope you like my doodles and thoughts, if you see this!

#jjba #jjba au #jojo bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #my art #jjba part 5 #jolyne cujoh #jolyne kujo #giorno giovanna #narancia ghirga #leone abbacchio #bruno bucciarati #koichi hirose #guido mista #pannacotta fugo

19 notes · View notes

ms-nesbit · 1 year ago

Text

empire records - chapter 4

summary: Jason is pestered by his family about y/n, and he finally addresses it; y/n meets someone new that causes tension between her and Jason.

rating: 18+ (no minors)

warnings: masturbation, implied content, mention of Dick Grayson and Koriand'r

ao3

previous chapter

“ Shit. ” Jason’s choked cry traveled from his shower to the rest of the apartment, muttering profanities under his breath as his cum shot from his cock. He looked down, the water from his hair dripping down his face, and saw the odd adherent liquid mixed with the water already on his hand.

He sighed, stopping the video on his phone. Jason didn’t leave the apartment for a couple of days, nor did he draw the curtains of his windows - he was so horny , fixated on the video y/n sent him days prior. Even after this being his second round, he felt the blood rush to his sore cock, thoughts of y/n’s hands between her legs flooding his tired mind.

Turning the shower dial to OFF , he ducked, chest to his thighs as he shook the excess water from his head, before standing straight. As he grabbed his towel, his phone vibrated, and he glanced to see the caller. Dick.

Fuck . He accepted the call, automatically placing his elder brother on speaker. “Hey, Jason!” the voice called to him, “How ya doing?”

“Just finished jacking off. How’s life being a pig?” Jason retorted, drying his stringy black hair with his towel before wrapping it around his torso.

“I’m not a cop anymore, Jay. We talked about this-”

Jason interrupted him. “Once a traitor, always a traitor.”

Dick stopped for a second, before responding sternly, “Now, if we were gonna go down that route, your line of thinking would mean we wouldn’t accept you after what you did, right?” Silence. “That’s what I thought.” Dick cleared his throat and dropped the mom-tone, something he learned from Kori after they moved in together. “A friend of mine was watching your…livestream, and they said you’re seeing someone. Is that true, lil bro?”

Jason found it amusing how Dick referred to him as ‘lil bro’, despite the obvious size difference between the two; in a public setting, Jason was - on occasion, mistaken as Dick’s father, and the Gotham Gazette had the pleasure of mislabeling Jason and Dick in the Wayne family photos, something Dick considered a simple mistake , whereas Jason considered it fucking comedy gold. “Yeah, that’s probably true. Why you askin’ though?”

“Well, I was talking with Kori and Tim-” fuck, Jason thought, never a good thing. “-and they both asked if you would introduce us to her-or him, I mean! There’s nothing wrong if you’re exploring yourself. We’re all accepting here.”

Jason rolled his eyes. He knows the genuinity of Dick’s sentiment, but why did a man named after male genitalia have to be so awkward about it? Irony, Jason supposes. “Listen, Dick, I know the Wayne sponsored Titans would love to see who I’m dating, but we’re taking it slow right now.”

Incoherent murmurs followed Jason’s rejection, and a brief hush that gave away Kori’s eavesdropping on the phone conversation. Jason acclimated to it though - he knew Kori’s harmless, and was more thankful that someone could withstand Dick’s late night ramblings, gassiness, and overall annoying presence. She certainly is an alien. “Okay, well. Could you at least give us their name? Kori’s bugging me about this and-ow!” A whack cut off Dick mid-sentence, bringing a mischievous grin to Jason’s face while he walked, phone in hand, to his room to change into a pair of sweats. “We just…would like to know. In case some villain tries to kidnap this person, or use them as leverage against you.”

A dramatic sigh left Jason. “That’s not gonna happen, Dickhead.” he pulled the dark gray joggers to his hips, combing his hair back with his hand as he plopped down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. “I won’t let it come to that. Trust me.”

“I know you’re strong, Jason, but we’re a family. And families don’t keep things from each other. I know you have your problems with Bruce - and I won’t interfere with that - but at least don’t block me from your life.” Dick had a point: Jason couldn’t differentiate his brothers from his adoptive dad, and it led to moments like this, where they were begging to be let into Jason’s private life.

“Okay. Her name is y/n. Y/n, uh…” he took a look at his contacts, confirming his girlfriend’s name, “y/n y/l/n. Gonna stop pestering me now?”

“Y/n y/l/n…okay. Yep, I’ll leave you lovebirds alone.” Distantly, a loud noise rang, followed by what Jason would only describe as a crashing of pots and pans (they were in the kitchen, unfortunately for Alfred), and disgruntled exclamations from multiple people on the other end.

Jason laughed and pressed the red button, hanging up the call without a proper salutation; it wasn’t as if he needed one, though - that cacophony was enough entertainment for a week.

—

Lay, Lady, Lay played on the bluetooth speakers of Vanity Records , y/n thoughtlessly bobbing her head to the tune as she flipped through the inventory sheets. For a Tuesday morning, it was rather monotonous, pedestrians walking just outside the shop with bags and friends in tow. Y/n hoped the store remained empty, so she could continue playing her favorite discoveries without interruption or complaint, but alas, it was a job, no less, so disappointment was bound to emerge from the horizon.

Vibrating in her pocket, y/n reached for her phone and unlocked it, a notification from Jason shown. She and Jay were exchanging texts and, occasionally, calls - she preferred to call him when the store was slammed, just so that she had an excuse to evade the sometimes overbearing tourists that wandered into the shop in search of an outdated artist.

While responding, the bell of the entrance rang, alerting y/n to take her morning aspirin. “Vanity Records: if we don’t have it, they’re probably thrown in the back with the rest of the used tampons and condoms.” she didn’t bother to look up from her phone screen, despite feeling a figure waiting on the opposite side of the counter.

“Good morning.” Y/n ignored it. “Oh. I’m sorry, I was hoping I could find a y/n here?”

Y/n looked up, finally, blinking back at the person across the counter. It was a tall, tan man with long, black hair, and deep blue eyes. His stance was interrogative, contrasting his insecure tone. “You’re looking at her. What’s up?”

The man’s eyebrows quirked, scanning her body captiously. “Hmm. I was wondering if maybe you could help me find an album? I’ve lived in Gotham for a few years, but didn’t think to stop by. My brother comes here quite a bit though, and recommended you for music.”

“Uh-huh. That so.” y/n replied, unamused. “Who’s this brother?”

The man flattened his palms on the counter as if placing a secret there. “Jason Todd?”

Y/n clicked her tongue, glancing at her inappropriate conversation with the aforementioned brother before replacing her phone in her cargo pants pocket. “Yeah, I know him, but he didn’t mention sending his…younger brother? Tim, is it?”

She recalled the advice Jason gave her the night before:

“You do not have four siblings.”

“/ do, actually.” Jason replied, cockiness deep in his voice. It was usually a turn-off for y/n, but when Jason showed self-confidence, she found herself aroused. “It goes like this: Dick, Cass, me, Tim, and Damian. And we have others that aren’t officially adopted, but they live at Bruce’s…it’s complicated, really.”

“Sounds like it.” y/n paused. “Wait, so is Dick the circus boy?”

Jason nodded. “He’s like, what, seven years older than me? And homeboy is shorter, like way shorter than me. So it’s funny when we’re posing for pictures because always, there’s little Dickie! And he’s like 5’5”, and then there’s me.” Y/n erupts in laughter, phone still up to her ear. “And, best part? There’s a couple of articles in the Gazette confusing us, so he’s labeled as Jason, and I’m Dick.”

Y/n curled up on her bed, cackling hysterically. The level of chaos Jason invited into her life was well-welcomed - her reaction assured him so. “Is he insecure about his height then?”

“Not really, unless you confuse him for someone else like me or Tim or Dami.”

Attempting to blink away his offense, Dick grinned. “No, although that is flattering that I appear that young-”

“Not young, just short.” y/n chimed in.

“Oh, uh, yes. You certainly are Jason’s girlfriend then.”

Girlfriend. Girlfriend? Y/n cocked her head, the title catching her off guard. “In the flesh. You into synth, birdie?”

Now it was Dick’s turn to be taken back, alias called out for anyone (yet no one) to hear. “Uh, yeah, I am. How did you know?”

“I know these things. Follow me.” y/n left her station and led Dick to a revolving rack displayed along one of the walls, fingering through a couple of CDs. She picked one and plucked it from the array, and shoved it in Dick’s hands. “Eurythmics. It includes some of Annie Lennox’s greatest hits, albeit certified bangers. Take a look if you want.” she walked back over to the cash register, the clacking of her loud, periwinkle platform boots distracting Dick.

“I think…do you accept card?” Dick asked, walking back behind y/n to the register. He pulled out a wallet with his free hand, opening it up to reveal a selection of cards and identifications.

Including his old badge from Gotham PD, which y/n eyed immediately. “What the fuck? Don’t you read?” she spat. “No animals allowed in here, Bud, and that includes pigs.”

She definitely was Jason’s girl. “Okay, I’ll pay, then I’ll make my way out.” Dick rushed, fumbling through the wallet to hand y/n his card.

She snatched it from his hand and completed the transaction, smacking the keys on the register in frustration, before tossing it in Dick’s direction, quickly crossing her arms. “The fuck outta here with ya.” and she began mock-oinking at the man, her nose scrunching and upper half leaning over the counter until Dick left the shop.

Once he was out of sight, y/n whipped out her phone, calling Jason.

“Dude, he’s a cop ?” for some reason, that was she was most upset about, despite Dick’s confirmation of y/n being Jason’s girlfriend.

“Yep. Bit of a squealer, that one. Not only because of the cop thing, but also because I slept in the hotel room next to him one time, and he was sharing with his wife, and I’ve gotta say: guy can scream. Almost made me feel things… not positive, of course - I nearly fucking puked - but y’know.”

Y/n chuckled. “He’s still dating that strong chick. Starfire, right?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Wow. She is so out of his league.” Y/n plopped herself back down on the mustard chair, lifting her feet to rest up on the counter. “But yeah, dickhead stopped by saying I’m your girlfriend. That shit true?”

Then, silence, followed by stumbling. “Well, I mean, uhm. Do you-I mean, do you think we’re together? Like I don’t want to rush things with you, but I’m-”

“I’m having a great time with you, Jason. As far as I know, we’re exclusive. You’re a special guy with some weird piggy brother.”

The comment broke the ice, and y/n felt Jason smiled through the phone, and the image made her smile, too.

#batfamily #dick grayson #nightwing #starfire #koriand'r #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x plus size reader #red hood x reader #smut #jason todd smut #fanfiction #ao3 #my post #mine

82 notes · View notes

mochiwrites · 4 months ago

Note

Guess who's back? Back again? Anons back! Tell a friend.

Lol sorry I'm once again back. The same anon who sent a bunch of questions about night life a while ago since I was rereading songbirds blood au. Soo uhm here's more

1. Mochi why does scar say in villainous thing that he has put his head in a werewolfs mouth??!?!?!?!?!? Scar mah dude u ok???? (Lowkey would wanna try it but I probably would leave the werewolfs mouth with a head 😊)

2. Grian.Trans.Canon? (Or scar? Or maybe both???)

3. With the glyphs is there only one way to use them or could you possible make them a tattoo and still you them. Since they are then constantly touching the glyphs they could possible do the magic of a mage. If they had multiple glyphs he could mix the glyphs somehow.(like how Luz mixes the glyphs by drawing them with eachother but instead they do it with their ✨️MIND✨️)

4. Also I love the idea of papapulse. Like I imagine Pearl or grian (most likely grian:^P) and Impulse going full demon mode tl protect them. (I saw that you tagged "Parent impulseSV (Video Blogging RPF)" in troubke in the dead of night🥺👏😍) Also is there different types of demons and what type of powers do they have?

5. In the fic "sitting in the garden at your feet" they have a whole picnic and all the adorableness. Do they go on more picnics frequently? (I really hope soo) I would guess they do since in villainous things they were also on their way to a picnic...but then yeah...poor birb tbh and poor scar

6. Have Ren and Martyn already have their wedding or are they still waiting? I wanna see treebark and I want to see mumbo ask grian go with him as his plus one to the wedding<3

(Though treebark owns my heart, Grumbo will always win) Don't talk about scarian I've never left the desert and don't plan to either😘

7. Okay soo in the fic "weight of living" there was this one scene where etho stared at grian. Here's the quote: "Etho eyes him for a moment, his gaze unreadable as he does so. It leaves Grian with chills. Weird."

Is it possible that etho is a Watcher? I'm mean he is definitely not human(or maybe he is an immortal human?) Etho may recognize grian, either as an old Watcher or a new Watcher to be made. Or maybe etho just thinks it is weird to see scar with grian(A HUMAN) The last one is more logical <:^)

8. On that note with Etho. You never confirm nor deny if grian is the "lost watcher" but what if I were to ask you if EFFO is the lost Watcher. I don't have proof but-...yeah idk

Wait wait just had another thought what if Pearl is the Watcher???? When the dream bugs ate her dreams there was a purple mist! Huh huh gotcha!/silly this is purely a joke🤣

9. Will we see a bad boy grian phase or possibly a drag queen phase🥺👉👈. Since it often mention that grian was a dare devil(still is:^P) or did grian have such phases. One of my friends is kinda a dare devil and he did drag once and I feel since grian might be the same there...

10. What did Scott do with the shard? Did he just entirely get rid of it? Also is Scott pure evil or broken. Maybe with the lost of his brother(Xornoth) did he turn evil or was evil just in his genes?

Those are all the questions and theories for now thank you for listing to my literal brain rot<3

This time it was numbered

(There will possible be more to come>:^] )

YIPPEE WELCOME BACK NONNIE :D

see me rubbing my paws together with a big grin >:3c no apologies needed !!!! I love questions hehe. as always, I can't answer everything clearly, because of spoilers but I'll certainly answer as much as I can!

1- WHEEZE scar just feels like the kinda guy to me to stick his head into the mouth of a werewolf for fun, y'know? he'd try it once just to see what would happen (and I mean, he's got no reason to fear dying, all things considered LOL)

2- GRIAN TRANS CANON !! honestly, just operate under the assumption that any grian I write is trans JFGDHFKKJDFG it's my comfort character and I get to project on him /silly (no trans scar though </3)

3- WAUG OKAY -- I've answered this kind of question before but for the life of me I can't find it D: I'm gonna keep searching for it, and when I find it I'll reblog this with that information mjfdhkfghfjg I don't wanna contradict myself LMAO

4- PAPAPULSE MY BELOVED 🥺I really wanna write more with him ueueue. I actually haven't done much world building for sb!demons but I'm going to say that yes, there are different types of demons! and they all have a wide range of different abilities :3

5- they def go on picnics yeah!!! I think it becomes one of grian's default methods to drag mumbo out of the manor when he can <33

6- ren and martyn haven't had their wedding yet :3 I actually hadn't thought about when their wedding would take place but ;w; oh that gives me some ideas....

7- etho isn't a watcher! the current lore is well. no one really knows what etho is. except maybe bdubs and joel. but their lips are Sealed (he's not the lost watcher either I'm afraid </3)

9- so currently I don't have any plans for a bad boy or drag queen phase to pop up in the story (though that could change, if any ideas come up) but they were certainly things he did when he was wayyy younger

10- what scott did with the shard hm? he broke it :) and I'm afraid evil is just in his genes unfortunately </3

hehe thank you for your questions!! :D

#mochi speaks #songbird asks

11 notes · View notes

slashingdisneypasta · 6 months ago

Note

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! Omg I'm so happy you like them!!! I glad I got your OC's right too ^^

Ok ok. Remember, other than Poppy, these are mainly me spitballing ideas until I find a design that works best. With that out if the way, let's get to it in alphabetical order ^^

Ben Cottontail/Ben Cooper

This is the second one I feel most assured in design. I want him to look as plain as your typical perfect school boy looks. Basically, you can tell that he values too much in the wrong things just by looking at him. I was trying to go for a strawberry blonde look, though I doubt I succeeded 😅

Henry Foxworth/Henry Worthington

Henry on the streets VS Henry being blackmailed into marriage by you-know-who. He is meant to have a more dirty, cheating Flynn Rider look. Or, as you perfectly put it, a fusion between Nick Wilde and Prince Hans. I want his hair to stick up anime style like your drawing of him showed, but this app didn't have that option XD

Moony Wolf/Marcus Wheeler

Moony's design I'm having the most trouble with. Both as a toon and a human (as a toon, I want him to look scary while also keeping the 30's-40's cartoon style. As a human, how can I humanize Moony if I don't even have his toon design fully developed? 😅). I do know I want him to be African American at least, though. And I want his eyes to be a reddish brown to best replicate his red eyes as a wolf. I tried to make him look roughed up while simultaneously make him look like he's actively taking care of himself. I still have a lot to figure out about Moony's design.

Poppy O'Hare/Sophie O'Brian

You already know what Pops looks like, but I still wanted to include her... Not to mention the blood effect did make me think of how, as friends with gangsters, she had to have witnessed at least one murder...

Shiny Weasel/Miriam Hill

I was originally going to make her Augurn, but then I realized she started to look too much like Jessica Rabbit. So bright brown hair it is XD she is also supposed to have freckles... But I forgot XD (she does wear foundation at work, though. So we'll say that this is her club look). I'm thinking about making her African American as well, or mixed race.

Terry Ratt T./Terry R. Jordan

Terry's was simultaneously fun and frustrating to do. I needed to make him look as ratty as possible XD I think this one is my favorite most of all.

Now, the most important question... Would Rena smash or pass? I'm kidding I'm kidding XDD (unless... 👀)

MOONY, my wolfy husband,

IS EVEN H O T T E R

THEN I THOUGHT.

ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?? 'roughed up while simultaneously make him look like he's actively taking care of himself'- I'm looking at him through this excellent lense, as well, and ohhhh boy ❤💕❤💕❤💕

I love how Ben has such an angel face XD And HENRY OH MY LORD- you wnat me to throw away my morals dont you?? You want me to throw off the Hunt?? Call Greasy and Bugs off the search for him dead or alive??? I refuse!! No! XD But he is hot 😅XD Oh my lord.

Poppy, of course ^^ She's so pretty ^^ And now that we have the guys looks, I'm having a lot of fun picturing that sweet lady with them!! Her and Moony are p a r t i c u l a r l y cute! XD

SHINY IS B E A U T I F U L !!! I love her hair and eye make up! Its not what I was expecting at all but its different and unique and so Her!! Kinda like a beautiful and colourful, dangerous bird or plant-- which is SO SHINY!

And... I just love how ratty Terry is XDD Love him definitely XD

Omg is that a real question??? THE ANSWER IS YES. RENA WOULD SMASH THEM ALL. So would Ryan (Well- Moony, Poppy, Terry and Shiny (though she and her drama are on thin ice- he already has Kingston and his drama's to put up with) at least. Platonically XD If they needed it and simply asked.).

12 notes · View notes

yourlocalpickle · 10 months ago

Text

New oc! And a relatively wholesome one too! *she's a victim of the "I don't want to put clothes on this sketch" phenomenon*, but also she does wear heart shaped bikini. for work.

Philadelphia from Tommy Wiseau's The Neighbors was a big inspo ngl.

She's not a stripper. She's actually paid by the king, and responsible for maintaing a sort of day-night cycle in one part of their land! just wanted to draw big chunky heels.

So say hi to Jubie! And imma hide more info abt her and an infodump about swimsuit fish people down here.

Jubie is a monster, one employed by the King to work as a Lightbringer (WIP name). There's a specific type of monsters with a mutation, which leaves them with glowing hair and blood. (their hair's literally transparent veins with blood flowing through)

(A drawing of different Lightbringers, in digital and with their hair out, so we 'get' the vibes. The yellow one is Inkie, one of Jubie's *besties!!1!*, the pink one tho is Morty, and she was made by a friend of mine @firefries !)

They glow so much actually, that yeah, they can light up entire streets. And there's an entire part of the City, placed in the old sewer system. They can't get any light down there. So these Lightbringers are paid to hang out and roam these areas, to simulate a sense of light. Pretty sweet job! Almost all Lightbringers are 'fish people' too, so they love hanging out in murky freezing waters! They wear fun or convienent swimwear 'at work', and to them, it's like getting paid for lazing around on a depressing beach. They also roam the streets, look for any lost or drowning citizens, and guide them to their destination. These fellas have not only glowing hair, but souls too, as they're some of the cheeriest and most excitable people to be around! Who wouldn't be tho, when they stop by an ice cream stand, that still counts as work for them!

Before though, these guys were hunted, to be used as lanterns for humans. For that, they started covering their hair with intricate scarves and 'socks', wrapped all around. These coverings were also used as bonus storage for items. Nowadays, even tho relatively safe, the Lightbringers kept the scarves. They're almost a part of their small culture, and took on a more fashionable direction - with many patterns, pins and bands, the customization and personalization options are truly endless! And these scarves aren't for fashion only. In my world, most people aren't born with the conditions they 'recieve', and so it was for the fish folk who's hair now glows. They were used to darker or 'normal' light, and their hair glows so brightly, it makes seeing in small places with them impossible. And they can't even sleep in so much brightness, it tricks their brains into thinking it's still day. So they wear the scarves essentially everywhere outaside of work. On sunny streets, in stores, at home, ESPECIALLY in bed! And they're quite proud of them!

So Jubie, obviously she LOVES hearts! and the color pink.

She's a very sweet and upbeat girl. A bit absent-minded and loud, but well meaning. She's convinced everybody around her LOVES shopping, getting bubble tea and makeovers! She's got that one way of saying "OH MY GOSHHHHH!" and is the girl who says "HIIIII!!!"

She actually doesn't have fingernails! so she just paints her fingers pink. she makes of it what she can.

She smells like bubblegum and artificail strawberry, all mixed with a hint of fish and mud stank. And oh! Originally, she's got remains of a carp rooted deep down (she was supposed to have a 'moustache' too, but it was messing with the head shape too much) And she's as stupid and indestructible as they are. She's an invasive species on her own. not in a mean way, she just wants everyone to be happy over things she loves and cares about! And once you let her in, she's impossible to get rid of. Also she's an omnivore and will devour literally anything (but mostly bugs and worms. she loves them when they still squirm the most, and she puts marmalade and sprinkles over top!)

Jubie's full and real name is Jubilee Giggles, and whilst everybody gives her weird looks for it, girlie simply used her right and picked a name, which in her eyes sparks hapiness and makes everybody smile.

Jubie also survived The War. She feels for all her brothers and sisters, and comes to mourn them every 6 months. She has lost her own sister and parents. Being left alone and orphaned were another reason for her switching to such a stupid name. She does not want to be reminded of the family she's lost, and in this new world, everybody is grieving for their own loss so much, they won't ever care for her relatives and what they meant.

Jubie has 2 besties so far!! Inkie, a fellow Lightbringer, and Pogo, an actually succesful actress who's on a path to stardom! Together they meet up all around the sewers, and when they're not shopping and enjoying life, they play beach sports, like volleyball! Jubie's also constantly looking for a new gf/bf (nobody can keep up with her!) so those 2 are her cheerleaders in this journey.

Jubie also has an apartment! This queen can provide for herself, and she shares it with another Lightbringer! (He has yet to be designed, but I am SO tempted to name him Chad...) The Chad guy? Just like Jubie looks suitable for pole dancing, Chad flat out looks like a stripper. He works on fixing the electricity and pipes all around the sewers as additional income besides lightbringing. And he's well known for looking like a handyman stripper. Bro's pants keep falling off all the time. And just like Jubie, there's not much in his brain left. Those 2 share a braincell, and they always leave it at home too. Their household is visited often, and all the neighbors know them, for their unmissable glow and appearance. Jubie's friends love to come over to look at Chad, and Chad's friends love to see Jubie too. And through all this, Chad and Jubie's relationship is as asexual as it gets. They see each other as very good friends (besides the fact they both can't clean up their clothes and they always argue over who's the messier one. It's a tie every time.) And they help each other with fixing their scarves every time - because you can never see if the top part is covered well enough! And mutual haircare is actually seen as a very comforting and sweet activity for the fish folk!

Also I said she wasn't a stripper? The heels were drawn before when i was convinced I wanted to draw her in a jean miniskirt. Times change. The shoes were too funny to be erased. But honestly, Jubie knows how to do striptease. So does Chad. They don't mind earning money on the side. And they can order the fanciest fish food in the town when it works out! So it's a steal! And thanks to Pogo's connections, both of them acted in *adult* movies. They thought it'd be fun (also tbf the genre and culture around these things in my world is...different. Half the time there are flamethrowers and mlg effects edited in) and also aren't capable of remembering more than a4 page worth of text/lines.

They stupid, but mean well.

Fish people.

7 notes · View notes

hollowknightinsanity · 1 year ago

Text

ok let’s try this again shall we? *grabs my internet* you’d better fucking work this time or i swear to whatever god you pray to i am going to rip you in half.

*scrambles out of The Pit, shaking uncontrollably* DONE!!!! ITS DONE

*SLAMS THIS ON THE TABLE*

HOLLY REF SHEET.

my babygirl. my darling. my beloved. prettiest bug in hallownest.

i would’ve added their shade, nail, and random doodles, but i was eepy… and i hit my 40-layer limit like 3 times. that’s what i get for working on such an unnecessarily bigass canvas

hex codes and rambles under the cut <3 (cw: i talk about self harm when i bring up their scars)

also ignore the fact that i left the silly little meme face in the ref. i dont feel like getting rid of it

#0f0f0f (skin/hair) — #1d1d1d (scars) — #c4a0a5 (inside of their ears) — # edebea (shell/healthy leaves) — #9abfa7 (healthy leaves) — #5e5e5e (shell damage) — #3e332f (prosthetic) — #292c53 (cloak) — #eeded5 (cloak fluff/inside of their cloak) — #e5e5ee (silk wraps) — #192030 (eye base) — #d5e2ff (pupil) — #000000 (blood) — #160828 (blood/soul) — #ffc171 (fixed crack) — #ceffdf (new leaves) — #a9a8a6 (wilting leaves) — #666e68 (wilting leaves)

yeh they have a TAIL now!!!! with LEAVES!!!!!!! their mom’s genetics :)))

the leaves are VERY poisonous to any species except their own and rootkin (aka wl’s species). like most plants, they need sunlight to grow, and if they got enough, holly would have leaves growing from their horns too!!! but they stay underground most of the time, so they only have leaves on their tail.

they got a lot of their mom’s genetics. the leaves, the long ass tail, the height, the rounder face, the eyes, the fluffiness, all inherited from wl.

hornet made their cloak a few days after they escaped the black egg. she saw how fucking RAGGED their old cloak was (the damn thing was torn to shreds and COVERED in blood), and she was like “damn, i need to make them a new cloak.” so she did that.

she had holly pick the fabrics. they like blue, and the faux-fur they found was SO fucking warm they just had to pick it.

and their silk wraps are indeed made of weaver silk, also courtesy of hornet. she’s a great little sister btw

almost all their scars happened after the seals faded. the only one that appeared prior to that was the crack on their face.

their arm was fucked up and destroyed by the infection (y’know, cysts growing everywhere and all that), and the only thing keeping it attached to holly’s body were the seals, so after they faded, it kinda just… fell off.

the stab wounds in their abdomen and chest are from them stabbing the shit out of themself thinking radi was still inside them. they has enough adrenaline in them to move around, so they attempted to evict her already deceased ass in the worst way possible. after that little show, they stopped being able to move for a few days, until they eventually crawled out of the black egg and scared the ever-loving fuck out of hornet who thought they were dead.

their blood is a mix of void and their soul, which is purple!

i wrote a whole thing about soul colours and their meanings back in 2019 or 2020, so its rlly old and i only have vague memories of what’s in it, but i do remember writing that people with purple souls are generally quieter and stricter, but generally are nice unless you piss them off. that description fits holly absolutely perfectly, so they have a purple soul now.

also, fun fact: holly needs a cane to walk sometimes. being chained up and suspended in the air, completely unable to move for 60 years really does something to ya.

fuck, now i need to draw their cane too.

theyre really old in the main au, btw. theyre 79. ancient ass. unlike their branch-off au counterparts, who are both in their early 30s.

ok that’s all *falls back into The Pit, still shaking uncontrollably*

9 notes · View notes

devourable · 2 years ago

Text

disclaimer :

first things first, ALL of my xreaders will be completely ambiguous. i will not be describing appearance, gender, body type, etc. unless 1. the mood strikes and i feel like writing smth specific or 2. it’s commissioned, MAYBE requested if i like the request enough. i aim for all my fics to be inclusive of everyone who are often excluded from x reader content without alienating everyone else.

additionally, due to the nature of this blog, my content is NOT for anyone under 18 or sensitive to darker subject matter. this blog is for coping and fantasy purposes and i do not support replicating anything i write about in real life! i am not responsible for your internet experience; if you don’t think you can handle potentially heavy subject matter then do not follow me.

if you are an adult that allows minors to interact with you, i don’t mind if you follow me. but do not put my content on your blog! do not reblog my fics, do not tag me, do not mix me in with your following. it makes me profoundly uncomfortable.

the following are blacklisted topics; i will not discuss them, write them, or draw them under any circumstances.

[ pedophilia, incest, zoophilia, anything involving underage characters or inappropriate age gaps (ie barely legal x older adult), descriptive acts of abuse or self harm, non sexual bodily fluids aside from blood, hyperinnocent/childish characters regardless of age, my ocs cheating on their darling or being cheated on, any form of bigotry or fetishism of minorities/identities. ]

i am okay with the following :

[ somno/drugplay and dubcon, blood, sacrilege, corruption, deserved cheating (yandere/darling cheats on crappy partner with darling/yandere, i'm picky w this though), anything outside of and alongside of vanilla sex tbh ]

do not rush me or act entitled to my work. i will create at my own pace and don't take kindly to people demanding more for free. do not try to make me feel bad for what i will/won't write either; everyone has a comfort zone, i have mine, be respectful or bug off.

to make a request, please be specific! i cannot answer queries that are just “(character) x reader”. if you want to request something from me, you need to have a specific topic/plot in mind that i can actually work with. you are much more likely to have your ask answered that way.

#guidelines

21 notes · View notes

dearestones · 1 year ago

Text

Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Rook Hunt #2

@pawieoko Request: hi! could i get a twisted wonderland matchup please?

pronouns: they/them

sexuality: pansexual

physical: 187 cm, extremely pale skin, short black curly hair, black eyes, androgynous

personality: mix of a kuudere and himedere personality. i'm introverted, calm, quiet, reserved, sophisticated, polite, snarky, witty, sarcastic, blunt, honest, apathetic, intimidating, mysterious, morbid, unfazed

hobbies: science, learning new things, knitting, sewing, gardening, cooking, baking, playing chess, taking long solitary walks to secluded places, reading, writing, drawing, general handicrafts

likes: plants, animals, philosophy, thanatology, the supernatural and paranormal, anything macabre, morbid, disturbing and creepy, horror media, serial killers, insects, bugs, witchcraft, history, forensics, criminology, mythology, classical and goth music, classical literature, anthropology, psychology

dislikes: people in general (i tolerate only few chosen ones), unannounced guests, loud noises, mess

thanks for your time

After going through the description given, I believe that you best pair well with Rook Hunt!

Oh my, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you, Rook thinks to himself. He absolutely loves the way you look: distinct and totally you! Skin as pale as freshly fallen snow, curly black hair, and a physique that is certainly a mystery that entices his curiosity? How exciting and wonderful!

Furthermore, as he approaches you one day, he finds himself delightfully amused when he realizes that you tower over him by a full ten centimeters! It's a prospect that has his heart racing and his blood pumping beneath his skin. (During this first initial meeting, he also calculates your weight, the color of your eyes, the way you flinch at his sudden appearance... Everything about you amuses him and gives him great joy! How beautiful you are!)

And such a precious flower you are as well. Despite an exterior that is somewhat frigid like the snow of your skin, he finds that your personality compliments his disposition quite well. He admires your reservation and the grace with which you carry yourself. Even when you seem to allow your sharp tongue to cast barbs to protect yourself, he can see that there is an air of someone intelligent and soft underneath your exterior.

In addition, he finds that your morbidity and your mysteriousness really adds to your overall charisma and magical charm. He finds that your ability to be unfazed is another thing that he loves about you; he can truly be himself around you and you would accept him for who he is. In turn, he will reciprocate and accept you for you because you are simply a beautiful flower with petals that he wishes to caress forever.

Science? You like science? What a surprise, Rook is also a scientist himself! Furthermore, he’s also part of the Science Club. If you would like, he can show you around and show you all sorts of projects and experiments that he’s been working on behind the scenes. Be careful, though, sometimes he can be a little overzealous when it comes to challenging the precision of certain experiments, so certain chemicals may explode or have certain side effects on your person… Perhaps, if you’re feeling up to it, you can also play with a few potions ingredients (provided that Rook provides you with the correct personal protective equipment and you get permission from Professor Crewel) and even make a few bombs (for educational purposes, of course!).

So many hobbies, Rook is absolutely gasping in delight! His interests are a little narrower than yours, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not going to support you in what makes you happiest. In fact, your hobbies make you all the more interesting and makes him proud that he has a partner who is so dedicated and interested in so many things! It adds to your beauty and he finds that his heart rate nearly exploding in exhilaration just for knowing you.

And taking solitary walks in the park? My dear, how could you leave him alone? That’s all right, Rook will leave you alone. However, don’t be too surprised if you feel a presence somewhere close to you, yet you can’t see someone or something tailing you. If you really push it, he’ll respect your wishes to be left alone, but if you don’t… You’ll have an unlikely (very likely) shadow with a camera with its flash turned off.

Please discuss all of your interests with Rook. He’s also a fan of the macabre and morbid because all things, no matter how unsettling or ugly they may appear to others. If you like to listen to podcasts about serial killers or watching horror movies in the dead of night, he’ll be there to commentate alongside you or simply enjoy the show. In addition, if you have any questions about the practicality and ethics about witchcraft, he’ll gladly steer you in the direction of several reference texts about the subject! (Plus, he probably has notes about several other topics you might find relevant to your interests).

As for your dislikes, he’s very glad that he’s one of your chosen people who you tolerate. He knows that he’s not the most palatable for a plethora of reasons, so that makes you all the more special. And, since he's a terrific hunter, he’s very quiet when need be. You might have to tell him that he shouldn’t drop in unannounced at times, even when it’s done in the name of romance, but eventually he’ll get it and understand your boundaries better.

All in all, Rook loves everything about you, especially the parts that may put off others. He’s just as morbid as you—but he shows it on the complete opposite side of the spectrum—and willing to entertain all of your wants and needs.

If you want to donate a Ko-Fi, feel free https://ko-fi.com/devintrinidad.

TWISTED WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland matchup #twst matchup #rook hunt #twisted wonderland rook #twst rook #twisted wonderland rook hunt #twst rook hunt #dearestones #devintrinidad #character matchup #matchup

6 notes · View notes

drawingpad-studios · 11 months ago

Text

Anyways, a few posts after my past sprite edits of the final designs for As Thin As Paper. Here's more.

Content warning for blood and such, which y'all probably already know if you've been keeping up with my As Thin As Paper posts

Tretone:

Basically yeah, sense Tretone had 2-3 stages(if you count being fucking dead as a stage) of appearance, I thought it would be interesting if the bugs and glitches would mix up the sprites. Resulting in a painful sensation of being ripped apart, limp from limb. Since he's a Crevon and those are basically just demons, I would like to think he would survive this. Keeping a spell on his heart, which is the whole note on fire on the concept art, to keep it going and trying to keep his body together so that he could survive and potentially overcome the corruption. With his design, it's pretty obvious it didn't work. And that's pretty much the effect the bugs and glitches had on him. It was pretty fun to draw.

Here's the 6th chapter boss, with the idea of by the end of chapter 5, you would have been chased down to Sphaiano Spire. He would really have one of the least appearances in his particular chapter, mainly because of his size compared to the doors and such of the spire. Maybe being able to send down a spell or two, or maybe trying to grab at you. Basically this chapter will be like those early gen pokemon gyms before the gym leader, especially the gyms that have more than the members as obstacles in the maze.

Antagon:

This boy has EMOTIONAL DAMAGE.

Okay jokes aside, this is technically idea 2 for Antagon and Antagamom. Originally I had it where Antagamom was the one alive, with her flames turning her into a bear because she's like a "mama bear" in the original game, and the one grieving the other's death with her holding her son's heart and crown(?) thing. The whole idea of them was just "Why don't I make this family grieve". But sense I didn't really like the design I did for Antagamom, I decided to swap them and make Antagon the alive one. Taking inspiration from Onion Cookie from the game Cookie Run Kingdom, where he has a plushie(that looks like the fire element on the cards) that's possessed(by his mom) and his tears make him cry more.

Practically what happened to him was that, since he and his mom are Torchkin, I would imagine the bugs and glitches would change their fire into real fire. With his mom being burned to ashes, and Antagon almost fully burning away until Duskkar "helped" him by somehow stabilizing the flame and his body. It didn't take away the pain of the flames though. Now, under the belief that Duskkar could help his mom, he's basically just wandering around looking for her(either for each piece of ash or maybe in his hopeful heart maybe her actual body that he hopes there is a slight chance of not having been burned up fully). Sad shit times.

Sense he isn't really aggressive, with unintentionally hurting others with his tears and fire, chapter 7 isn't really that dangerous. In fact Antagon is gonna be a part of your party while you're in this chapter, since he thinks you're gonna help him find his mom, with a small random chance of him accidentally hurting you and your "party" during the random encounters. It's kinda like one of those "Bring something somewhere" missions(I forgot the actual term ATM). By the end of Chapter 7, you will find Duskkar, who will scare Antagon to not be around you and use Antagon to battle you. From inspiration of a drawing I rebloged by @theothergueck , Duskkar would basically use Antagon as a flamethrower; covering one of your options during random times, hurting Antagon to get more flames, etc and etc. to end this battle, you got to attack Duskkar until he's at half health, Kill Antagon(if you're going for a genocide route), or "passify" Duskkar somehow.

Lanter:

Basically, I had no idea better than this design. Had the thought of a sort of headless horseman, with his head being able to come off, along with being chained like "The One Who Waits" from The Cult of Lamb. Yeah this is definitely one of the designs where it's obvious I was losing steam for the concept arts.

Basically, he and Duskkar were some of the first people that the Bugs and Glitches targeted. Seeing his cousin being turned into a monster with the bugs and glitches amplifying his shown negative traits, Lanter tried to stop Duskkar. This led to a battle, where; Duskkar won, took Lanter's light in his pumpkin head, and chained his cousin to the room where you originally saw 1x/Tess in the original game. After a while of pulling and tugging at the chains, the chains still held but the ground that the chains were connected to pooped off. Once freed, while Duskkar's "help" to the others had no care in it, Lanter at least tried to make things better whenever he tried to help the others. Like when he Sewed Back together an orange haired girl that was torn to shreds.

While he does have a chapter, which is like chapter 10, he will appear throughout the game as a harmless merchant. Where you can buy some cards, weapons, tips, and healing items, and you can sell him some stuff too. By the time you get to his chapter, his chapter will be adorned with certain stuff you sold to him. Especially his battle. Practically, you're setting the difficulty of his chapter when selling certain items. Not every item, but specific items like certain weapons or something.

#super paper roblox #sprite edit #digital art #art #as thin as paper #tretone #Antagon #Lanter #cw blood

3 notes · View notes