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BENEATH HUMAN SKIN ⋆✦⋆ ulquiorra schiffer

synopsis ➸ after ulquiorra is resurrected by orihime, you’re tasked with taking him in—a bitter twist of fate given the memories of your time as his prisoner. stripped of his power and bound to a fragile human body, he’s now completely dependent on you for survival. at first, you’re repulsed by the idea of caring for the very man who once held you captive, but as days pass, you find yourself drawn to the complexities of his new existence. with each lesson in humanity you’re forced to teach him, the lines between resentment and compassion begin to blur in ways you never expected.

chapter eleven — a day to remember

pairing ➸ ulquiorra schiffer x reader

word count ➸ 7.8k

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A strange weight on your chest slowly roused you from the depths of slumber. As your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim lighting of the living room, they landed on the source of the pressure - a fluffy calico cat casually grooming itself atop your torso.

"Oh my gosh!"

You couldn't stop the delighted squeal that burst forth, thoroughly startling the feline. It went rigid, yellow eyes widening comically before relaxing once it registered your adoring gaze.

Wasting no time, you reached out and scooped the cat into your arms, nuzzling its soft fur as it began purring contentedly. "Aren't you just the cutest little thing?" you cooed, heart swelling with pure joy at this unexpected houseguest. "Where did you come from, you precious little muffin?"

"From outside," a deep, familiar baritone cut in, immediately deflating some of your elation. "Honestly, woman. Must you always squeal and fawn over such trivial earthly creatures?"

You shot Ulquiorra a halfhearted glare as he emerged from the shadowy kitchen doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest. The former Espada was studying you and your new furry companion with an inscrutable expression. Despite his gruff demeanor, you couldn't help but notice the faint scratches marring the backs of his hands along with...was that water glistening in the calico's damp fur?

"Ulquiorra, did you give this poor thing a bath?" You giggled at the mere idea, equal parts amused and endeared. Leave it to the ultra-serious hollow to properly bathe a stray before bringing it inside.

Rather than answer, Ulquiorra simply leveled you with an unmoved look that made it clear the subject was closed for discussion. With a small huff, you turned your attention back to the purring bundle warming your chest.

"Well, since Sir Grumpypants over there won't explain how you got here, I guess I'll have to name you myself," you mused out loud, gently scratching behind one tawny ear. The cat's bright yellow eyes slitted in pure bliss as it leaned into your ministrations.

"How about...Reginald?" You bit back a grin at Ulquiorra's immediate scowl. "No? Okay, uhh...Fluffernutter? Sergeant Whiskers?"

"Woman." The flat rumble of Ulquiorra's warning told you he was quickly losing patience with your antics. "Must you saddle the creature with such ridiculous human appellations?"

"Oh loosen up, Ulquiorra," you shot back glibly, delighting in the flash of irritation across his striking features at the cheesy endearment. "Clearly this little guy needs a cute name befitting his adorable face. Like...Cinnabun!"

You beamed at the orange tabby sprawled smugly across your chest, entirely pleased with yourself. "Yeah, I'm calling you Cinnabun. It's the perfect fit for such a sweet little sugarpuff!"

A disgusted huff from the former Espada's direction only made you grin wider. Clearly Ulquiorra didn't share your enthusiasm for the oh-so-fitting moniker. But you didn't mind - in that moment, a simple burst of joy at scoring an unexpected furry companion overrode any remaining questions about the circumstances surrounding its appearance.

As you lost yourself in a fresh wave of cooing and cuddling the newly-christened Cinnabun, you missed the smallest of soft exhales slipping past Ulquiorra's normally steely composure. His bright eyes drifted over the pair of you - taking in the radiant delight effusing from your expression with careful intensity.

For long moments, Ulquiorra remained utterly motionless, studying the picture you made snuggled up with the purring calico. Something about your unbridled joy and contentment in that moment sparked an unfamiliar warmth within his chest. Seeing your features so unguarded and alight with simple happiness was...strangely captivating.

As if drawn by the radiant energy emanating off you, Ulquiorra found himself slowly gravitating closer without conscious thought. His eyes traced the gentle curves of your smiling lips, the way your lashes fanned across flushed cheeks, the unbridled affection gleaming in your gaze as you nuzzled Cinnabun's soft fur. There was an innocent beauty to your rapture that the former Espada couldn't help but drink in with quiet reverence.

However, the longer he watched your tender ministrations and cooing endearments towards the cat, the more an unpleasant twinge began needling at Ulquiorra's chest. He frowned faintly as an unfamiliar, prickling heat started to simmer in his core - completely at odds with the tranquil warmth from moments before.

Unconsciously, his hands curled into loose fists as his bright eyes narrowed incrementally. Suddenly your open adulation towards the simple feline seemed almost...mocking in nature. As if silently taunting him with the reality that this base creature could so effortlessly captivate you in a way his ancient, sublime essence never could.

The thought made that simmering vexation within Ulquiorra's chest flare with startling abruptness into a licking broil of possessiveness and affront. Before his mind could properly process the strange compulsions now taking root, he found himself prowling forward with purposeful strides until he loomed over you both.

"That's enough," he stated flatly, tone brooking no argument as he extended one hand towards Cinnabun. "You've indulged this foolish human fancy long enough. Give the beast to me now."

You blinked up at him owlishly, arms tightening around the cat's warm body in open defiance of his demand. "What? No way, Ulquiorra! I just got my new precious sugarpuff and you're already trying to steal him away?"

Despite your petulant tone, you couldn't quite suppress the tiny shiver of intrigue that raced down your spine at the weighted intensity of Ulquiorra's unblinking emerald stare. Something about his eyes in that moment - burning with banked embers you couldn't quite place. It made your breath hitch before you forcibly shook off the thrill attempting to seize you.

"No dice, buster," you declared with mock severity, lifting your chin in a show of defiance. "This little cinnamon roll is mine now. If you want cuddles too, you'll just have to wait your turn."

For a beat, tension stretched taut between you as Ulquiorra's mouth thinned into a flat line of displeasure. Then, without preamble, he reached down and scooped Cinnabun from your arms with one deft, yet surprisingly gentle motion.

"Hey!" You yelped in dismay, sitting upright as the calico was plucked away with nary a struggle. "Ulquiorra, give him back right this instant!"

But the former Espada simply turned away, depositing the confused cat onto the floor as if you were an afterthought. Cinnabun shook out his ruffled fur, sniffing the air in clear uncertainty before sauntering off to explore his new territory. Meanwhile, you gaped openly at the hollow now refocusing that smoldering stare fully onto you.

"Much better," he stated with finality, emerald eyes raking over you with a weighted look you couldn't decipher. "Now I can bask in your full, undivided ardor like it should be."

Your mouth worked silently for a beat as your brain struggled to catch up. Was he...jealous of you fawning over Cinnabun like that? The realization crashed over you with startling abruptness, making you flush hotly clear to the tips of your ears.

Before you could formulate a scathing response or demand further explanation, your gaze landed upon the empty space in your phone case that had previously housed your birthday note from...whoever that had been from again. Pieces began clicking together with dismaying swiftness.

"Ulquiorra..." You breathed his name in quiet revelation, eyes snapping back up to meet his piercing stare. "That little card from my birthday - you saw it, didn’t you?"

He regarded you in stoic silence for a prolonged heartbeat, jade irises betraying not a whisper of validation or denial. Just when you were certain he wouldn't reply, Ulquiorra tilted his chin down in the barest hint of acknowledgement before sweeping past to resettle in his usual spot on the floor.

"Figured you'd stop moping about sooner or later and make the connection," he muttered gruffly, avoiding your wide-eyed look of realization. "That worthless creature was simply an easy distraction until you wised up."

Despite his words, you couldn't help the tiny smile tugging at your lips as affection swelled anew in your chest. Clearly Ulquiorra was far too abrasive and stoic to ever admit the sheer sweetness of him gifting you Cinnabun as a belated birthday present after what happened before. But that alone meant more than he would ever know.

So rather than prodding the prideful former hollow further, you simply heaved yourself off the couch and settled down beside him - slinging your legs across his lap in a subtle reclamation of his undivided focus. Sure enough, Ulquiorra immediately went still, radiating waves of that palpable, undivided intensity you'd missed without realizing until now.

"Thank you..." you breathed at last, hunching your shoulders a bit self-consciously. "Seriously, Ulquiorra. Cinnabun is the best belated birthday gift I could've asked for."

His only response was a faintly dismissive "Hmph" noise that you knew meant your words had hit their intended target. With a final smile, you snuggled deeper into his solid warmth and surrendered yourself to the soothing crackle of the fire and Cinnabun's distant purring as he busied himself exploring every nook of his new domain.

The living room lapsed into easy quiet for a time - the two of you simply coexisting in that fragile little pocket of peace like it was the most natural, sacred thing in the cosmos. Just when you felt the first licks of drowsy contentment beginning to reclaim you, however, Ulquiorra's gruff baritone sliced through the tranquility once more.

"We're not...keeping the idiot name."

You grinned into the darkness, already feeling the first thrills of a new lively debate sparking between your souls over the merits of "Cinnabun's" moniker. Just as you opened your mouth to launch a spirited defense of the cutesy name, however, Ulquiorra pressed on in a tone laced with uncharacteristic hesitance.

"This... foolish feline," he began gruffly. "You're truly satisfied with such a paltry replacement for a proper commemoration of your birth?"

You paused, lips still parted as you processed his unexpected question. For a heartbeat, the weight of his bright emerald stare seemed to bore straight through you with naked intensity - as if he could dissect the honesty of your answer from the smallest twitch or reaction.

Unconsciously, your gaze drifted back towards where Cinnabun currently snoozed in a patch of weak moonlight filtering in through the blinds. The calico rose and fell with each tiny snuffle of contentment, paws and whiskers twitching occasionally in response to whatever he chased through the fields of dreamland. Despite yourself, a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth at the precious sight.

Still...there was something about Ulquiorra's uncharacteristic tone - almost as if he were fishing for validation of whether his gift had truly hit the intended mark or not. This mattered to him more than he would admit outright. And that realization sent a tiny spark of mischief flickering to life in your chest.

"Hmmm..." you hummed out in exaggerated contemplation, tilting your head as if deep in thought. "I mean Cinnabun IS an absolute sweetheart, don't get me wrong. But now that you mention it..."

You paused meaningfully, subtly shifting further into Ulquiorra's solid warmth until you felt the steady cadence of his breathing against your back. Up close, you could detect the faintest whispers of tension thrumming through his powerful frame - practically taste the simmer of irritation and restless pride now billowing off him in hot eddies at your stalling reply.

"I guess a night out celebrating would have been pretty fun too," you finished at last, carefully injecting just the right hint of wistful yearning to your tone. "After all, how many chances will we get to embrace the full human dating experience like that before...?"

The implication hung heavy between you, swirling with untold depths and unvoiced lamentations. Sure enough, Ulquiorra went utterly, preternaturally still for a long suspended moment at your words - the only hint of inner turmoil leaking through his icy exterior was the heated thrum of his pulse point where it pressed against your shoulder blades.

Then, without preamble or fanfare, the former Espada moved into action with that same leonine fluidity and swiftness you'd witnessed on countless battlefields over your entwined existences. One arm banded around your midsection, effortlessly hauling your smaller form flush against his chiseled torso as he smoothly rose in a single flexing surge of leonine grace.

"Ulquiorra!" You yelped in surprise even as instinct had your limbs latching securely around his shoulders to anchor yourself. "What are you do—?"

"Get ready, woman," he commanded gruffly, words rumbling through you from where your joined bodies pressed so tantalizingly close. "I'll not have you mock my gifts by pretending indifference over some mewling human pet."

You stared at him in a mixture of shock and disbelieving amusement, incapable of unraveling the frantic tangle of emotions whirling through you. Was Ulquiorra seriously about to whisk you out onto some impulsive, ultra-belated birthday date after gifting you with Cinnabun? The notion seemed impossibly absurd...and yet that glint of determination now smoldering in his hooded jade eyes brooked no argument.

As if sensing your reflexive retort forming, Ulquiorra swiveled and set you carefully back onto the balls of your feet - close enough that you could feel the scorching heat radiating off his powerful frame in tantalizing wisps. His expression remained implacable, though you caught the barest hints of that trademark arrogant pride resurfacing as his gaze raked meaningfully over your disheveled form.

"We'll commemorate this foolish human celebration properly this time," he decreed, eerie emerald stare flicking up to bore into yours at point-blank range. Reflexively, you swallowed hard and held that heated regard - suddenly aware of how utterly diminutive and disarmed the sheer overwhelming force of Ulquiorra's presence made you feel despite your blustering.

"A night immersed in the most hedonistic rituals of your kind," the former Hollow continued in a low, resonant rasp that licked molten tingles down every nerve ending. “We’ll embrace the complete indulgence of your mortal life’s trivial pleasures, and by doing so, honor each moment before I inevitably leave this world.”

The words hung between you - an unspoken vow and solemn requiem made with naked gravity despite their vaguely taunting packaging. You searched Ulquiorra's eyes for any hint of waver or indecision, but found only certainty and unyielding conviction blazing back at you.

Then, before you could formulate any semblance of a response, the former Espada took a decisive step backwards and gestured towards the hallway leading to your personal quarters with unmistakable finality.

"Now go, woman," he commanded once more, the barest hints of wry challenge glinting behind his stoic facade. “Prepare yourself for complete immersion in the most indulgent pleasures this world can offer. I intend to reveal the depths of my devotion, sanctifying every fleeting breath of your existence before the inevitable end.”

Despite the solemnity laced through each syllable, you couldn't quite suppress the tiny frission of contradictory giddiness from blossoming in your chest. Squaring your shoulders with an exaggerated huff and flourish, you met Ulquiorra's smoldering look head on as saucy retort already formed behind your lips.

"Is that a promise...or a threat, hollow-boy?"

His lips quirked in a sardonic ghost of a smirk - the closest you suspected he would ever come to a sly wink or wink of playful innuendo. "You'll just have to wait and find out, won't you?"

And despite the lingering maelstrom of questions and mysteries still roiling between you in the wake of Ulquiorra's portentous declaration, you felt a breathless laugh slipping free as you turned and headed towards your bedroom with purposeful strides.

Because deep down, you understood - truly understood - the gravity of whatever revelations still awaited your merging of mortal delights and eternal raptures under the watchful eye of infinity itself. This world's fleeting indulgences and sensations would soon be rendered unto sacred relics by the time the final curtain fell between you.

So for tonight at least, you would answer Ulquiorra's solemn vow to revel as two weary travellers gazing upon the final vista before the last journey began in earnest. Embracing each taste, sight and sound until nothing but the memory of how sweetly it had all unraveled remained for your waking dreams to savor forevermore...

With a giddy mixture of anticipation and impish mischief swirling through you, you headed for the bathroom to get ready for your impromptu date night. As the steaming water cascaded over your skin, you felt a tiny thrill shivering through your veins.

Because for the first time, you realized you would be actively trying to look good for Ulquiorra's sake alone. Not out of obligation for work or other special occasions - this was purely about catching the eye of the infuriatingly composed former Espada you'd been so intimately tangled up with lately.

The thought of having Ulquiorra's burning emerald stare raking over you with anything other than his usual remote assessment made a blossom of warmth unfurl in your belly. You wanted - no, craved his undivided focus, his undeniable approval and open admiration for once.

You wanted to see just how flustered the ever unflappable hollow could get when presented with the full force of your flirtations unleashed and unfettered.

With that deliciously mischievous thought propelling your movements, you took extra care lathering up and shaving every expanse of your skin until it glowed and became silken smooth beneath the steaming spray. When you finally stepped out amidst the billowing clouds of vapor, you wasted no time in diligently moisturizing and perfuming yourself to utter radiance.

Each brush of the fragrant lotions over your slick curves felt like a fervent prayer for the night still awaiting you both beyond the sanctuary of your bathroom. By the time you stood before your closet, a damp towel cinched around your body, you felt utterly intoxicated - delirious with the possibilities stretching out before your joined souls.

Fingers trailing over silken hangers and featherlight fabrics, you sorted through potential outfits with rapt focus. You quickly discarded anything too casual or frumpy - those were meant for schlepping around the house or half-hearted attempts at attracting random men. No, for tonight's festivities and more importantly, Ulquiorra's undivided adoration...well, something a touch more brazen felt called for.

So with a wicked little grin tugging at your lips, you selected an ensemble that consisted of a skintight black minidress meant to cling to every lush curve before tapering off in a series of frayed, deconstructed layers that would sway and billow with your every step. The plunging neckline was tantalizing, emphasizing your assets while still leaving plenty to the imagination - for now at least.

You felt a delicious little thrill race down your spine just picturing Ulquiorra's piercing gaze drinking in your form after you emerged in this deliciously sinful little number. Already heat was blossoming in your core, making the fabric cling and slide along your skin in maddeningly sweet friction as you shimmied into the slinky scrap of material.

Just as you worked the zipper up over the gentle flare of your hips, stopping just below your lower back, a sudden commotion followed by an annoyed growl echoed down the hallway. You froze with one hand splayed over the zipper's pull, listening to the telltale sound of heavy footfalls stomping nearer.

"That infernal furball of yours has made itself quite the nuisance!" Sure enough, Ulquiorra's gruff baritone broke through the comparative silence like a thunderclap. "I cannot even bask in solitude for a few moments thanks to the creature's relentless need for attention!"

Despite yourself, you bit back a grin at the obvious exasperation lacing the former hollow's tone. Clearly, Cinnabun had sensed Ulquiorra's solitary presence and decided to assert his irresistible charm and cute factor into the mix for some much-needed snuggles and chin scritches - much to the fiercely independent warrior's chagrin.

As the heavy tread of footsteps approached your closed bedroom door, you seized your opportunity. Turning to face the entryway, you adopted your most innocent expression, feigning surprise just as the door swung open.

"Well now, here comes my big tough hollow?" You crooned as Ulquiorra stormed into view with his usual snit. "What seems to be the prob—?"

Your words died off in a tiny squeak as the former Espada ground to an abrupt halt mid-stride, finally registering your state of undress and teasingly provocative pose. His eyes went comically wide, sweeping over you from tousled hair to bare toes in one scorching, unhurried drag of appreciation.

For an endless beat, the only sound was your slightly quickened breathing as Ulquiorra simply stared - vivid emerald gaze darkening to smoldering jade as he drank in every tantalizing inch of exposed skin and sin-tight fabric hugging your frame. You could practically see the war raging behind the shuttered shutters of his composure - torn between propriety, hunger, and seething masculine ego.

"What. Are. You. Wearing?" He eventually ground out, each terse syllable dripping with restrained tension.

Rather than offer an explanation, you simply sashayed towards him with that same artfully innocent expression - every roll of your hips and sway of your body accentuated by the dress's sinful construction to maximize temptation. Sure enough, Ulquiorra's arresting gaze followed every sway and shimmy with naked intensity, his facade of icy detachment crumbling by the second.

"Is something wrong?" You asked lightly when the charged silence stretched between you for a beat too long. With deliberate slowness, you lifted one hand to idly toy with the zipper, tugging it down several torturous inches until the scoop of swell cleavage peeked out from behind its confines.

"I was just getting ready for our...outing," you breathed, feeling a warm curl of satisfaction blossom at the way Ulquiorra's jaw tensed almost imperceptibly. "But it seems like I'm having a little wardrobe malfunction back here..."

With that, you twisted your shoulders away from him to offer up the long, lean line of your back and lower spine - the zipper pulled partway down to reveal tantalizing swathes of soft, silken skin just begging for the lightest caress to inch it down inch by sumptuous inch until...

"Allow me," Ulquiorra growled - the first rumbles of dark promise laced through his resonant baritone. Before you could so much as react, he'd closed the distance between your bodies in a blur of preternatural grace. His broad chest pressed flush against your exposed back as one calloused palm splayed over the dip of your spine, searing brand against bare flesh.

You couldn't suppress the shiver that ripped through your frame at the sudden thrilling contact, goosepimples erupting in its wake. Far from recoiling, Ulquiorra only advanced his claim over your senses - molding himself against you with leonine confidence as his free hand found the dangling zipper-pull and toyed with its smooth edge in a clear taunt.

"So very eager to unmake yourself before me, aren't you woman?" The former hollow growled against the sensitized skin just below your ear, breath gusting over your pulse point in teasing waves of heat. "No fear or hesitation when it comes to beckoning the darkest desires simmering beneath my skin..."

A pregnant pause as Ulquiorra's grip on the zipper tightened incrementally - a clear threat and unspoken promise all wrapped into one deliberate motion. Then a slow, exquisite tug that parted fabric incrementally lower down your back and side until you shuddered against him in a full body quake.

His lips ghosted along the sensitive curve of your neck, breath scorching your skin. "Tell me, woman..." Ulquiorra murmured in a low rasp that seemed to vibrate straight through your core. "Are you truly so eager for this...outing? Or are you hoping for another form of indulgence entirely tonight?"

You couldn't quite suppress the tremor that ripped through you at the dangerous undercurrent lacing his words. Rather than answering directly, you swiveled in Ulquiorra's arms until you were facing the full-length mirror mounted on your closet door. His hands settled on your hips with possessive heat, fingers splaying wide over the taut fabric stretched there.

You pretended to focus on your reflection, artfully arranging your features into an expression of idle consideration. But from your peripherals, you drank in the sight of Ulquiorra pressed against your body from behind - that implacable strength and virile power contained within his chiseled frame unmistakable even in repose like this.

Meeting his heated stare in the mirror, you allowed one corner of your mouth to curve in the barest hint of a smirk. "Why don't you tell me what you think, Mister Espada? Do I look ready for a night hitting all the skeezy human hotspots and embracing the depravities of my kind?"

You stretched languidly, catlike movements drawing attention to the plunging neckline and glimpses of soft thighs visible beneath the dress's feathery hem. Sure enough, Ulquiorra's emerald gaze followed the tantalizing motion with rapt fixation - irises burning like twin sunbursts as his palms tightened infinitesimally against your body.

"Or..." You breathed, dropping your voice to a sultry murmur as you leaned back into the solid wall of his chest. "Maybe I had something else in mind for the evening's festivities entirely?"

Ulquiorra's only response was a low, resonant sound that could have been a growl or groan of clear temptation. Before you could so much as draw another teasing breath, one of his large hands had slid up to curl against the slender column of your throat - thumb tilting your chin up in a clear show of dominance.

"You play a dangerous game tonight, woman..." he husked against the ultra-sensitized skin behind your ear, lips brushing your thundering pulse-point in an electrifying caress. "Deploying all these bold human wiles and provocations with no thought for the flame you're fanning to life..."

Despite the dark promise swirling through every syllable, you felt a delicious shiver of molten thrill ripple through your veins at the low cadence of Ulquiorra's rich voice. This was the side of him you'd been yearning to experience since the first flickers of erotic awareness kindled between your essences - the full unbound sensuality and merciless desire of a being utterly unburdened by human qualms or reticence.

As if giving voice to your treacherous thoughts, Ulquiorra's free hand drifted upwards until his fingertips sifted through the ruffled tresses at your nape, gripping with a gentle but unyielding possession that made your knees quake subtly. You watched him drink in the sight through the mirror - unable to tear your gaze away from the naked ferocity now simmering behind his hooded emerald stare.

"So tell me once more, woman..." He growled, tugging your hair aside to bare the fragile column of your throat as he dipped closer still. "Will you reconsider fleeing while you still can from the furnace you've stoked between us this night...?"

His final words devolved into a rumbling purr as Ulquiorra sealed his lips against the sensitive cords of muscle and flesh at your nape, tongue darting out in a scorching path that had every alarm in your mind shrieking incoherent rapture. But even as you surrendered to his wicked ministrations with a helpless keen, something nagged at the back of your addled psyche.

That tender caress, that supplicating brand against your vulnerable throat...it felt uncannily, viscerally familiar in a way your soul instinctively cried out in ravenous yearning to experience once more. But...when had Ulquiorra ever graced you with such an intimacy before this single exquisite moment?

You must have tensed subtly beneath his sensual onslaught, because the former Espada gave a fractional pause - the relentless worship of his lips stilling against your feverish skin. He watched your reaction through the mirror with piercing focus, clearly picking up on your momentary uncertainty despite your dazed exterior.

"What's wrong?" He demanded gruffly after another suspended beat of electric tension. Rather than recoiling, Ulquiorra simply tugged your pliant frame tighter against his chest - utterly unbothered by your lapse in ardor as he awaited an explanation.

"I..." You wet your lips, keenly aware of the way Ulquiorra's burning stare tracked the tiny motion with rapt, predatory interest. "That just felt...familiar somehow. Like my body recognized it even though you've never...we haven't..."

You trailed off uncertainly, but the blazing look in Ulquiorra's eyes seemed to dim at your words. The former Espada went eerily still, emerald gaze burning into you with sudden intensity.

"You...don't remember?" His voice was low, gravelly - as if he could scarcely believe what you were implying.

You blinked at him, mind whirling to process the sudden shift in mood. "Remember what? How we met?"

Ulquiorra inclined his head in a fractional nod, still pinning you with that scorching stare. You opened your mouth, then closed it slowly as realization dawned.

"You...abducted me," you said quietly, eyes downcast. "And Orihime. Back in Dangai when we were trying to get to Ichigo."

The memories started filtering back in disjointed flashes. The sickening lurch as you were torn from the safety of the Seireitei and transplanted into that vast, alien desert of Hueco Mundo. Being separated from Orihime, alone in a tiny cell with no company except for...

Ulquiorra.

You remembered the overwhelming sense of isolation and fear that consumed you in those initial days of captivity. Trapped in that cramped, bare cell with no windows and only a sliver of light filtering in from the hallway outside. The minutes stretched into agonizing hours, the silence only punctuated by your own shaky breaths as dread knotted your insides tighter and tighter.

Until the door finally creaked open to reveal Ulquiorra's imposing form silhouetted against the dim walkway lighting. You'd shrink back instinctively as those piercing emerald eyes bored into you with callous intensity. He would regard you with that same remote, clinical detachment while placing a tray of meager provisions on the floor - the only acknowledgment that you required basic sustenance to remain alive and relatively intact for...whatever plans Aizen had in store.

Those earliest encounters with the former Espada were utterly devoid of anything even remotely approximating compassion or empathy. Ulquiorra was the embodiment of cruel indifference, his words and actions during those supervised meal times laced with an undercurrent of hostility that constantly reinforced your status as a captive at his mercy.

You could still viscerally recall the first time you refused his "hospitality" out of despair and defiance. How Ulquiorra didn't hesitate to use sheer brute force to subdue you, his powerful hands pinning you down as he quite literally forced sustenance past your clenched teeth. His emotionless façade hadn't cracked an inch despite your pained whimpers and futile struggles against his vice-like restraint.

No, to Ulquiorra in those days, you were simply another prisoner to be kept alive and cowed into submission - nothing more than an obstacle to be overcome through harsh domination if you displayed even the faintest hint of resistance. His regular appearances in your solitary cell did nothing except compound the sense of vulnerability and despondency slowly weighing you down like a steadily drowning anchor...

"There was one day I was unable to come for you," Ulquiorra said, his deep voice pulling you from the haunting reverie. "That was when Szayelaporro made his move."

You tensed, a fresh wave of unease curdling your insides as the memory resurfaced with visceral intensity. You recalled the vague sense of confusion when the cell door slid open to reveal Szayel's leering grin rather than Ulquiorra's intimidating presence. Before you could so much as react, the repulsive Espada had swiftly incapacitated you with some sort of tranquilizing agent.

The next thing you knew, you were regaining consciousness in a cold, sterile environment - strapped down to a medical gurney with thick leather restraints digging into your wrists and ankles. Szayel loomed over you, his serpentine tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he took in your bound, helpless state.

"Such a pity to extinguish that fiery spirit of yours before I've had a chance to truly study it," he purred, trailing a gloved finger along your jaw. "But sacrifices must be made in pursuit of research, yes?"

You tried futilely to wrench away from his lingering caress, disgust and terror warring inside you as his sinister intent became abundantly clear. Szayel only chuckled darkly and moved to retrieve a wicked-looking bone saw from a nearby tray of ominous surgical tools.

That was when the laboratory doors banged open with explosive force. You could only watch with wide, hazy eyes as Ulquiorra's pale silhouette cut a lethal swath through the dim lighting. His emerald glare was absolutely murderous as it landed on the pink-haired Espada looming over your prone form.

The details became foggy and disjointed after that, as if your mind had fragmented to shield itself from the full recollection of whatever violence erupted between the two hollow entities. You just remembered the jarring sensation of the restraints vanishing, your limbs suddenly freed as Ulquiorra's unmistakable presence overwhelmed you completely.

Without conscious thought, you found yourself instinctively latching onto him - fists twisted in the coarse fabric of his white jacket as shuddering gasps racked your frame. And instead of his usual cold indifference, Ulquiorra simply scooped you up with unexpected tenderness and carried you from that nightmarish place, cradling you protectively against the solidity of his chest.

You'd been an incoherent, trembling mess when he finally deposited you back within the relative sanctuary of your tiny cell. No matter how tightly you clung to him, you couldn't seem to regain your composure - overwhelmed by the terror of what could have transpired if Ulquiorra hadn't intervened when he did.

That was when he did something that shattered your perception of him irrevocably in a single, molten instant. Rather than prying your grip free and leaving you to your hysterics, Ulquiorra gently settled onto the threadbare cot against the wall and positioned you in his lap, your back flush against his chest.

You remember freezing, breath catching in your throat as his arms encircled you in an unmistakable embrace - one large palm splaying over your thundering heartbeat as if anchoring you through sheer physical contact alone. And then, just when your frantic mind started spiraling into fresh waves of panic...

Ulquiorra dipped his head and pressed his cool lips to the fevered skin of your nape in an achingly tender caress that had your entire body going rigid with shock. He didn't kiss or nuzzle - simply rested there with infinite, grounding patience until your frantic gasps finally slowed and some semblance of calm began trickling back into your addled psyche.

Even in that fragile, traumatized state, you could vividly recall the juxtaposition of Ulquiorra's unyielding body coiled around yours with such unearthly menace...yet providing paradoxical shelter and tempering your hysteria with that single, intimate point of contact against your vulnerable throat. As if some small, deeply buried kernel of empath within his primordial being had sensed your desperate need for closeness and reassurance despite itself.

It was your first true glimpse beyond the merciless, predatory hollow intent on keeping you cowed into submission through harsh domination - a revelation that the celestial force bound within Ulquiorra's transcendent shell harbored unfathomable, infinite depths woven into its existence that even he could not fully comprehend just yet.

"After that day, I could no longer resume my usual routine around you," Ulquiorra stated, his deep voice low and devoid of its usual monotone edge. "Something had...changed within me. Shifted in a way I did not understand."

He paused, emerald eyes burning into yours with startling intensity. "So I began visiting the woman Inoue more frequently instead, in hopes of finding answers regarding these new...impulses taking root."

You felt your breath catch as his gaze bored into you, seeming to strip away every layer until your very essence lay bare before his penetrating stare. Ulquiorra didn't seem to mind your silence, continuing his recollection in that same careful, measured cadence.

"And then came my battle with the human Kurosaki Ichigo," he murmured, jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. "I finally understood the depths of what I felt towards you in those final moments. Yet rather than granting clarity, it brought only...regret."

His eyes slipped shut briefly, thick lashes fanning across those sharp cheekbones as if physically pained by the memories resurfacing. You found yourself leaning forward unconsciously, transfixed by the raw emotion flickering across Ulquiorra's typically impassive features.

"After my resurrection and reawakening, one of my first requests was for that wretched shopkeeper Urahara to place me under your supervision." Ulquiorra's gaze snapped open again, trapping you in its smoldering intensity. "I expected - hoped, even - that you would treat me with the same disdain and hostility I had shown you during our previous...encounters. That such harsh mirroring would provide the penance and atonement I craved to ease this..."

One of his large hands came up, callused knuckles grazing your jawline with feather-light reverence. "...unquenchable need searing through me for your forgiveness. Your understanding of the depravity laced through my being."

He fell silent once more, fingers trailing up to brush the plump curve of your lower lip with undisguised yearning. You held his stare, utterly transfixed and breathless as the weight of Ulquiorra's hushed confessions settled over you both like a fragile, sacred veil.

"And yet..." His voice dropped to a low rasp that you felt vibrating through your very marrow. "Despite all my transgressions, all the harm and torment I subjected you to out of supreme arrogance...you met my descent back into this pitiful mortal plane with a grace and compassion I could scarcely fathom."

Ulquiorra's features softened almost imperceptibly, the harsh angles and hollows seeming to melt away into something rawer...more nakedly vulnerable in a way you'd never witnessed before. When he spoke again, the words emerged little more than a hushed, reverent murmur that seared itself into the cosmic fabric of your eternal consciousness.

"Instead of scorn or hatred...you showed me tenderness. Patience. A profound depth of empathy and willingness to let our lives begin anew within this reality's mortal confines until..." He swallowed hard, the tips of his fingers now tracing the seam of your parted lips with scorching intent. "Until the full raptures of our reunion could finally be blessed upon dimensions far beyond this temporary delight's reach."

The charged silence that fell between you resonated with unspeakable portents and unvoiced lamentations echoing across eternity's cyclic spirals. Ulquiorra studied your rapt features as if searing the truth of this revelation into his very marrow - every atom of his being transmuted and sanctified anew by the clarity now shining forth between your souls like a supernova birthing itself from the void.

You watched his intense gaze flicker over your features, emerald fire searing paths across your parted lips and flushed skin with naked adoration. For a breathless heartbeat, it seemed Ulquiorra basked in the visceral evidence of whatever profane awakening had transpired between your existences within this sacred periphery.

And then, with a weighted finality that made your stomach plummet, his expression fractured into something achingly sorrowful that stole the breath from your lungs.

"Which is why...I must leave you." The words were spoken softly yet sounded like a death knell against the fragile reverie spun between you.

You blinked at the former Espada uncomprehendingly, mouth working in stunned denial as he continued in that same low, pained murmur.

"After everything I've put you through, the suffering and torment inflicted upon your soul...how can you still look at me with anything but hatred?" His eyes bored into you with wretched self-recrimination burning in their depths. "I am undeserving of this grace, this second chance you've bestowed. You deserve so much more than the depravity bound to me."

With each agonized confession, you felt minuscule fractures spreading through the rapturous trance that had settled over you both. Denial...then outrage began rapidly unfurling in its place as the ugly truth manifested itself.

"Are you serious right now?" You hissed through gritted teeth, anger making your entire body tremble. "After pouring your heart out about our fated connection or whatever...you try pulling this hot and cold, angsty self-sacrificing bullshit?!"

Ulquiorra's brow creased infinitesimally, creating deep fissures across his noble features as he studied your reaction. But his eyes remained haunted, utterly unswayed by your growing fury.

"I will not burden you further with my selfish desire to slake these hungers," he intoned with maddening stoicism even as the words dripped with melancholy undertones. "You deserve peaceful absolution from the shadow my existence casts over your soul's brilliance."

"Oh fuck off with that martyr complex!"

Before you could stop yourself, your palms shoved against Ulquiorra's chest in a fitful burst of frustration. He barely moved, the wall of that unyielding frame absorbing your petulant outburst as if you were nothing more than a gnat buffeting against granite.

"You don't get to decide what I deserve after spilling all those pretty words about eternal raptures and blessed truth!" You seethed up at him, vaguely aware of how childish you must look in your tantrum but utterly powerless to contain it any longer. "Not after dangling that carrot of intimacy then trying to snatch it away because of whatever stunted pity party you've got spinning in that thick hollow skull!"

Emerald fire locked onto your furious diatribe as Ulquiorra absorbed each lash of scalding accusation with infuriating serenity. But before you could truly build up a full head of self-righteous anger, his massive hands settled on your shoulders with startling gentleness.

"You are mistaken, woman," he murmured with an undercurrent of weary finality that robbed you of any lingering vitriol. "I do not pity your attachments or crave absolution from their bonds in this reality. If anything, it is my burden to bear alone."

Ulquiorra paused, eyes searching yours with maddening intensity as his fingers slid featherlight paths up the slender column of your throat. You swallowed hard against the touch, acutely aware of your stuttering pulse rabbiting frantically beneath his reverent caress.

For a suspended moment, the air felt thick and charged - heavy with the gravitational force of whatever unvoiced revelation still lingered unspoken between you. Ulquiorra studied your features with naked intensity, emerald irises alight with that cosmic inferno you'd witnessed flaring to greater incandescence with each passing heartbeat.

Then, with maddening unhurried grace, he leaned in until his lips practically brushed the fragile shell of your ear - every exhalation gusting over your sensitized skin in a searing caress of breath and unspoken promise.

"There is...one other matter that warrants address," he murmured in that rich baritone made husky with banked embers of revelation. "That simpering worm of a shopkeeper informed me my former shell could be reconstituted and rebound to me within this reality...potentially as soon as a week's time has elapsed."

You stilled against Ulquiorra at the admission, a sudden icy lance of trepidation piercing through the molten seduction still licking along your nerve endings. For a few disorienting heartbeats, you merely blinked at the smooth planes of his cheek and chiseled jaw - unable to fully process the implications behind such a seemingly innocuous statement.

Then it hit you with the force of a cosmic shockwave scorching you down to your very quintessence: Ulquiorra was giving you a choice here. A chance to make your denials and render the portentous communion he'd spent this entire evening consecrating unto you null and void before irrevocable steps were traversed.

The anger came swiftly on the heels of that realization – a towering, incandescent rage so bright and blinding, it momentarily stole the air from your lungs with its cosmic intensity. You jerked back from Ulquiorra's unsettling proximity, eyes flashing with dark promises as your features twisted into a rictus of outright affront.

"Are you serious?" You seethed, each husked syllable dripping caustic venom that made the former Hollow's brow crease infinitesimally. “After that entire passionate discussion about unimaginable ecstasies and sacred desires, you suddenly say something so incredibly selfish and asinine as wanting to regain your old perfected form?”

To his credit, Ulquiorra didn't so much as flinch or falter under the withering lash of your fury. He simply held your blazing stare with that same weighted intensity, absorbing your emotions' cosmic detonation against his immovable presence with impunity.

"I should have known better than to try and engage in human frivolity with a hollow," you spat in a vicious rasp that scored deep fissures across Ulquiorra's stoic facade. "All you understand is domination and control. Any pretense of mutual reverence or truth was just more manipulations!"

With each bitten accusation, you practically radiated your righteous fury outwards in searing waves – unable to stop the vehement denial and betrayal bleeding out between your existences in a molten deluge. How dare he try and leverage such raptures against you only to then brutally dismiss it all like casting off a child's foolish fancies.

"Woman..." Ulquiorra intoned in a low rumble clearly meant to defuse the rising conflagration already scorching between you in roiling eddies. "You are mistaken in your assumpt—"

"Get out." The bitter words sliced past your gritted teeth with finality and whetted accusation enough to make Ulquiorra's eyes flare wide in visible shock.

You jabbed a trembling finger towards the hallway, every ounce of your being thrumming with the cosmic gravitational force of your barely leashed temper.

"Get out of my room and out of my sight before I burn away every trace of your arrogant overtures along with my foolish indulgences, you self-absorbed monster," you hissed in a tone of such withering contempt, it finally made the former Hollow visibly flinch as if physically struck.

Rather than offering any further impassioned denials or reassurances, Ulquiorra simply searched your stormy features for one endless heartbeat more...before abruptly sweeping to his feet in a blur of coiled grace and storming from the room without further utterance. His powerful presence departed in a corona of icy disdain and smoldering resentment swirling in his wake - the air itself seeming to shiver from the wrenching severance of your celestial rapture's threads so callously severed.

And as the ringing silence descended alongside a thick, acrid pall of residual stillborn anguish...you couldn't help wondering how it had all degenerated so rapidly from such exalted raptures into this scorched, desolate wasteland of fury and simmering betrayal. One instant your essences had been kindling into something higher, the next reduced to ash and bitter recrimination before irrevocable steps could be reached.

Already, the night's earlier intimacy and portents of hallowed union seemed to fade into a distant, mocking phantasm simmering somewhere on the blurred horizon of infinities yet to unfurl between you. Because now all that lingered in the wake of such scorched wrath were the fading embers of sputtering stardust and an unfathomable chasm spanned by regret's gnashing maw...

...leaving you utterly adrift on one side and the once transcendent promise of Ulquiorra's ardor now fleeing into immeasurable distances on the other – perhaps never to be reconciled again before one reality's finite pleasures reached their ultimate cataclysmic conclusion after all.

#bleach #bleach ulquiorra #haikyuu x reader #bleach x reader smut #bleach x you #bleach x reader #bleach smut #ulquiorra x reader smut #ulquiorra smut #ulquiorra x reader #ulquiora schiffer #ulquiorra cifer

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factual-fantasy · 1 year ago

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I have 25 Asksskssks :0000

No one in the group can pacify, no. <:/

But this just made me imagine Seam pulling up with a Ralsei and he's just like "Ok do it now-" Ralsei pacifies Jevil and he falls flat on his face. Totally asleep, just- dead to the world.

"Thank you, I can never get him to sleep. What a stubborn jester he is." Seam picks Jevil up and just walks away with him XDD

@dragonlover123456

Whenever I feel like drawing it. Heck, I might not draw another series at all 🤷‍♂️

Yeah! I figured it would be restricting if the clothes on the animatronics were real <XD

Also THANK YOU! :DDD I'm usually not so sure about that part of my comics, so I'm glad to hear that you like it! :}}}

Oh! No no, Sunny and Moony are the same person. The daycare attendant is 1 animatronic, with 1 personality. He is 1 person.

In the true swap, DA swaps with DJMM.

In the partial swap, DA doesn't swap with anyone. Him and DJ's theme both just get changed up a bit.

@scrimbly-mc-scrombly-iii

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDDD 💖💖💖

@kaiserdarken

I don't think the animatronics would understand the significance of Christmas like we do..

To them, Christmas is just that time of year where the Pizzaplex gets decorated with trees and shiny things. Their cued songs change and they get temporary redesigns for about a month or so. Then suddenly all the decorations get torn down and everything goes back to normal. :/

I can see Freddy liking just a simple Pepperoni. :) Same with Bonnie!

Chica probably likes all pizzas, but maybe her favorite is a pizza with absolutely all the toppings. Spinach, Black olives, Sausage, extra cheese, Mushrooms, onions- just put everything on there! XD

I'd like to think that Foxy is surprisingly a bit picky with his pizza and prefers a plain cheese. :00

Monty probably likes most pizza's but maybe he openly prefers Hawaiian pizza?

Roxy probably also likes Hawaiian pizza but is afraid of being judged so never eats it :(

@thelocalbadartistta

I DO love slime rancher! :DD I "beat" the first game and I forgot to play the second one- :x

Also thank you! :DD

Thank you!! :DD I'm glad you like what you see! :}}

@insanityislife101

I have seen that episode but I don't remember much of it... what headcannon are you referring to..?

Jevil would probably see all these people who are trapped and losing their minds and offer to take them all with him. Out into the multiverse to find freedom and a new home..

Although I wonder if he could even do that. Their digital nature might prevent them from traversing into the multiverse <XD

@badlyblurry

Those penguins look like they live an a tropical environment.. Which Peso's family does not... :((

Also my Peso isn't an Emperor, he's a Royal! :)

AWWWW I LOVE THAT IDEA!! I think I've seen the comic you're talking about! :DD

@trainer-sean

@itsgemystic

In the edn..

In the... eden...

In.. the...... e d e n

Google seems to say that male calico cats are possible. They're just extremely rare (1 in 3,000 up to 1 in 10,000) and they have an XXY chromosome which can cause Klinefelter's Syndrome.

After all the googling I did I decided to add this fact to my Calico Jack lore XDD

SO my new canon is, on Kwazii's mom's side of the family there are generation after generation of Calico daughters. Having a male calico is extremely rare so most of his moms family are all female calicos. BUT, his great, great, great, etc- Grandfather was a rare male calico. His name was Jackson something Calico. He was pirate legend and all that stuff.

Jackson had some daughters and then generations later the second male would be born to the calico line. Kwazii's grandfather! They named him Jackson too after the first male Calico in their bloodline. Jack is aware of his rarity and is very proud to bear the name Jackson.

Now Kwazii's dad was an orange tabby. So he was born male and has most all the fur patterns his dad did. Say for there being a little more white than is usually seen in tabby's coat. Maybe he got a bit of that from his Calico mom.?

@yeetmysoulintothevoid

SKLSKASJN WAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO MEEEEE!!! 😭😭😭💖💖😭✨✨

Also I actually haven't heard of that game.. it sounds interesting though! 👀

Bash would probably take all the clay, make it into a ball, and then add spikes to it. Wait till it hardens, and then through it at people XDD

@dovelylittlebird

WAAA THANK YOU VERY MUCHH!! THAT'S SO KIND OF YOU TO SAYYY WAAAA💖💖💖

I don't recall making a post like that.. anyhow, my algorithm now is "I post whatever I want, whenever I want" <XDD

I don't have a schedule or an algorithm I'm trying to follow. I just draw whatever I want and post them whenever I want to.

The ask posts though, those are dependent on my followers. Usually when I get to 30-40 askes stored up I compile as many as I can and answer them in one go. :0

I don't take any requests, no. But if someone asks about my AU's and wants more insight on something, that usually interests me enough to want to draw something for it. Like just now I have two asks stored away because I'd like to draw something for them..👀

But that doesn't mean that every ask like that will get a drawing. A lot of the time those asks just make me think and I type out a response instead. I'm always open for those asks though and would read all of your suggestions! Just don't ask them expecting me to draw them because 9 times out of 10 they wont get a drawing-

@skellacant

My advice would be to base your OC on an already existing animatronic. That way it looks related to the other animatronics and fits in a little better :0

So in my opinion your options are animatronics like Ballora, Circus Baby, Puppet, Ennard, Balloon boy.. you know, the "human" characters. You could use one of them as a reference and make something similar but with a skeleton theme.

For example, the Puppet. You could make your own puppet with maybe different proportions, and a skull mask instead of a clown(?) one. Maybe instead of stripes on the arms it could be a cartoony bone pattern. Instead of buttons on the chest it could be 2-3 ribs on each side. Stuff like that! :}

Oh no no- The partial and true swap follow the formula of the classic AU.

So in the partial swap, Foxy was sane and helped guide Gregory through the pizzaplex. Gregory escapes with Foxy's help, but later returns. Foxy takes him to the basement where Gregory snoops around and finds Chica. Later on Chica and Gregory snoop around and find Freddy. Monty, Roxy and Bonnie don't remember Gregory and they're not aware that he's in the basement.

Now in the true swap, Bonnie was sane and helped guide little Vanessa through the pizzaplex. She escapes with Bonnie's help, but later returns. Bonnie takes her to the basement where she snoops around and finds Chica. Later on Chica and Vanessa snoop around and find Freddy. Monty, Roxy and Foxy don't remember Vanessa and they're not aware that she's in the basement.

Seam is currently collapsed in the snow somewhere having big old man sleepy time✨

@beryl-shade

Actually, in the most recent FNAF comic that I made, that's exactly what Gregory was doing! :00 He was trying to take the arm off to hopefully tape it onto Bonnie and give him a new arm <XD

Who's to say it would have worked-

#my response #fnaf security breach #octonauts #deltarune #undertale #transformer ocs

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fraeuleintaka · 2 months ago

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Investigations 2 Official Anthology Manga

This is the 75th post in the Ace Attorney Investigations Collection Countdown: 6 days left until release!

Today's topic: the Investigations 2 Official Anthology Manga!

After three entire volumes of anthology comics for Investigations 1 it's time to get to the anthology manga for Investigations 2! "Sadly", there's only one but that's about how many I would've expected for a single game so I'm not going to complain. This one was by far the hardest to get, as it's barely available anywhere even in used condition. But I got it! In regards to its content, it's very similar to the first two I1 volumes I talked about: several short stories of varying length, for this one most are several pages long, from different artists that aren't canon to the games. It's again a nice mixture of funny and serious scenes (most of them being funny, of course) and most interactions are in-character (apart from some exaggerations for humour) so could be taken as canon as far as they don't contradict anything (like the actual timeline of the case). It also has some nice coloured (and not coloured) artworks!

I only have one small criticism in comparison to the other anthologies and that is that while most of the stories are about our main trio getting up to shenanigans related to what happens in I2, like at its locations and with its case-specific characters, the new main characters (except Ray (Eddie)) feel a little neglected. Both Sebastian (Eustace) and Justine (Verity) only appear in about 1-2 stories each with a significant role. That's a little disappointing considering they're both such fantastic characters. The stories are still a lot of fun, don't get me wrong, I just would've liked a bit more involvement from these two. Anyway, on to a few of the highlights, my favourite (out of context) panels and pages:

A Tragedy in Three Acts

Kay has some fun with what Little Thief can "re-create"

Lotta and Nicole (Tabby) really want to get that interview with Miles

Gumshoe and Ray try to avoid Franziska's whip in... creative ways (they fail, Miles told them so)

Sebastian tries very hard to get involved in Miles' "case" (Awww~)

Justine's hammer strike is so powerful that it leaves an imprint in the floor! (And makes Miles' cravat fly in his face)

A team of Great Thieves! (Love the detail of Miles' "flying" in a much more elegant pose than the typical "superhero" one! And that he still has his cravat over his Yatagarasu scarf! Perfect team right there!)

#ace attorney #ace attorney investigations #ace attorney investigations collection #aai collection #ace attorney investigations collection countdown #6 days left

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aisereththeprince · 3 months ago

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lol this is my first post on here I’m so nervous

MASTERPOST or something?

My name is Aisereth. You can also call me Seth if you prefer.

This is a Pokémon blog! My first game was Omega Ruby and my oldest game is B2. I watched most of the series? And only partially read the gold & silver manga, the Ruby & Sapphire manga and the Sun and Moon manga, lmao.

I LOVE Submas and am honestly amazed by the community built around these goobers.

My fav pokemon has gotta be… zorua (both normal and hisui variant). I’m really bad at picking favs so this says smth.

I like lots of characters including Ingo & Emmet, Guzma, Lusamine, Cynthia, Sycamore, Maxie & Archie, Laventon, Arven, Penny, the whole of team star admins/ leaders, and more…

Imma say this now: BLANKSHIPPERS DO NOT INTERACT. I personally find shipping siblings… gross. Same goes for any other proship or whatever the hell.

More under cut

Anyway

More about me

I’ll be posting once a week. (#Aisereth yap session is not included)

I draw digitally and traditionally :]

I speak English, French and German (writing french is a pain tho)

It’s always a good day to be a multishipper- also: please no ship wars. It’s unnecessary.

I only like angst if there’s a happy ending ;I

Boundaries and such

No NSFW asks, replies, etc.

No asking personal questions, such as anything about my body

Do not repost! For any reason! Not on tumblr or any other platform, please and thank you.

Please be polite! You may cuss and be more casual but I mean don’t be rude if there’s something you don’t like for example. Tell me like a normal person.

If you want to give advice or critique on stuff like my art/ writing please be constructive. "I hate ___" is not constructive.

How I present myself (as in oc/mascot)

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Single panels

Submas twins in casual clothes

Warden Ingo hearing some news in the icelands

Akari in the Crimson Mirelands

Meme with Akari and Ingo

Submas reunion (lots of crying)

Pokémon drawing practice

Submas twins doing a mirroring pose

Tabhita from ORAS

Akari at the Temple of Sinnoh

Ingo side profile

Emmet meets Jirachi

Ingo and Lady Sneasler

Colress and Beheeyrerm

Jesse and James

Throwin it back (shitpost)

Mode of transportation for Colress

Comics

Ingo reassures Akari (+ Emmet shit post)

Language barrier (+ silly version)

Tabby cat Ingo

#submas #pokemon legends arceus #nobori #kudari #pokemon #first post #masterpost #im not used to writing stuff in the tags lol #pokemon elesa #hisuian zorua #zorua #how did talking in tags even start???#it is kinda funny though #im nervous lol

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nyhti · 5 months ago

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any thoughts and feelings on jeremiah in shadow of the bat #80-82?

furthermore, any thoughts and feelings on his pookie david in that comic?

Thank you for the ask <3333 :33 So I went back and read Wax Man and the Clown again to refresh my mind on it and I'm glad I did. While it's not my favorite Jeremiah story, mainly because of the art, I still found it enjoyable and even got myself a new headcanon!!! Yay!!

Now, I think I've talked about my dislike of Jeremiah being written too soft before. He had bite in The Last Arkham, bite he desperately needed, because this character becomes very boring very fast without it. I had this memory of him being a total push over in this story, but now that I've read it again, I don't think so. Yes, he is softer than he was in The Last Arkham, but he also threatened to shoot Joker in the head and considered letting the patients starve to death. Soft uwu bean <333 And, yeah, even in the parts that he seemed more of a push over, you just have to keep in mind that he's quite literally half asleep, starving and under an incredible amount of stress in every panel and actively hallucinating by the end of the story. I'll cut him some slack, but I still think the Jeremiah we were introduced to in The Last Arkham wouldn't have been quite as mellow even in these circumstances.

I also do not like the art in this issue. I simply wouldn't have recognized Jeremiah had I not been told that this character drawn here is supposed to be Jeremiah. I think if this story had been illustrated my Norm Breyfogle, it could've been one of my favorite Jerry stories. Here's a quick sketch of how I wish he had looked like in this story:

Oh, and David? David is the reason I headcanon Jeremiah as bi in the first place.

Jeremiah: What about you, David? Are you going too?

David: No, sir. My place is with you.

Now, I do not know what Grant had in mind when he wrote their relationship, but it came across as very loving. Whether or not that love was romantic, I guess that's up to everyone's own headcanons. I feel like at least on David's side it leaned towards romantic, but Jeremiah seemed more reserved. You could say he didn't feel quite the same way, but also we know Grant wrote him shy towards things of that nature as seen in his reaction to Poison Ivy in Batman: Shadow of the Bat #56. I like to believe it was shyness that stopped him from going any further.

Also.

Jeremiah confirmed kitty boy catmom kittycat enthusiast!!!!!!!!! He definitely gave off that catperson aura all the way in The Last Arkham, but I was really happy it was confirmed here with the kitten he had in childhood <3 I love how he's still haunted by this cat he failed to save 40 years later. True catmom behavior.

This cat also exists in my verse and her name is Lumi (=snow, but I'm calling her Snowy in English.) She's called Lumi, because I misremembered the cat being white. The cat's actually gray lol, but I'm not changing the name anymore. The cat is all white in my verse. Also in my verse she lives a long, happy life and dies somewhere between ages of 15-20, when Jeremiah is in his 20s and in med school.

His parents get a new cat – actually I headcanon that over the years his parents end up raising a lot of cats. Jeremiah, who is living on his own at this point, also thinks about getting his own cat, but fears he would not have enough time for one as med school is keeping him busy. He decides he's going to get one later and in the mean time just go see the cats at his parents house. I imagine Jerry's mom uses the cats to get him to visit.

It's still a little up in the air in my verse does he get his own cat now, at age 44, or does he get it later, but one day he does finally visit a shelter and brings home a beautiful tabby cat he names Viiru or Tabby in English (it is my headcanon he is not creative with names).

Another thing I liked about this comic was the shotgun. The shotgun Jeremiah used. The shotgun he threatened to kill Joker with. This is so fascinating to me, because he himself almost died by a shotgun at 16. I just wonder how he feels holding that thing. How he feels being on the opposite end of it now. How he feels being the one to point it at someone else's head. None of this is answered of course ^_^ Grant never even brought up Jeremiah's backstory in later stories ^_^ But, I'm still having fun imagining it myself. This is that new headcanon I was talking about. He definitely now owns a shotgun in my verse.

#jeremiah arkham #my art

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hornets-nest666 · 2 years ago

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Aaaaaaaa, look who's here~

This is a new character. The design may change, but for now he looks like this😌

I ask everyone to love and favor, Rosco~

This is not my character, so if you are interested, you can try to search for information about him. And now the facts related to the comic.

This tabby kitten is Felix's best friend, as well as Sheba's friend. They have known each other since school, when Rosco was bullied by his peers because of his excess weight (yes, he was chubby as a child), but, as you can see, he grew up to be a very powerful man. He, like Felix, is 32 years old. Although he is a bit dumb in the original, in our story he is quite intelligent. Because of his height, and in principle, physique, many are afraid of him, although in fact he is still a cinnamon roll. Like all characters, he also has a hard time, all thanks to the nightmares that often visit him.

Felix also had a clear interest in Rosco. Yes, you heard right, interest. Oswald isn't the first one to get Felix interested.

#babtqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #bendy and the ink machine #rosco #fan comic

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bramblewolfbooks · 2 years ago

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“Critically acclaimed” game designer Sahoni’s mostly stream of consciousness list of top 5 2022 games I actually got to play this year

Not to be that guy, but this was a weird year for me in that I actually got a chance to play games this year. Some bizarre alchemy of stability, financial independence, and learning to set better boundaries has allowed me, nominally a game designer, to actually play games. It even let me play enough games to have a top 5. Not that this has ever stopped me in previous years from having an opinion.

But being able to have a game in my hand and have that experiential and tactile experience first-hand instead of having to rely on watching along with friends or watch a let’s play has left me with some unexpected opinions. I found myself willing to put myself out there for the imperfect or a game that doesn’t meet the platonic gamer ideal. Not that this has ever stopped me in previous years from having an opinion.

But I’m certainly more secure in them.

The following list is a series of games I came away from still thinking about them. There is no real order to it all, just that I have thoughts and I want others to share with others the experiences they brought me in the hopes you can make your own, or tell me about games that made you feel the same way.

Scarlet Hollow

Scarlet Hollow is the game that finally cracked through my shell and got me to like visual novels. It’s not like I haven’t played any before. I love games Like AI: Somnium files and Ace Attorney. But for some reason, there has always been a giant mental disconnect for me on a gameplay level. Something about needing just that little bit of game just to let myself surrender into the sort of stories this medium can tell.

But I never felt that need with Scarlet Hollow. Scarlet Hollow, by Black Tabby Games, is a horror visual novel set in Western North Carolina. And as a North Carolinian I clocked that from the get. That’s my home. It might have been that familiarity which helped me make that connection, but the game has two major strengths that really kept me engaged.

The first is the strength of Abby Howard’s (of Junior Science Power Hour and The Last Halloween) heavy inky arts, making up the hand-drawn and tenuously detailed backgrounds and expressive character-first portraits of the game. I constantly found myself stopping to just soak in a character’s expression or at the reveal of a new horror. If comics are a narrative-visual medium, where the parts come together and blend to tell a greater whole, Abby Howard took that same lessons to heart about pacing and presentation into this visual novel, elevating it to something greater. This is a very comic book sense of each scene transition being treated like a page turn or new panel.

But I think the aspect I enjoyed the most was the dialog. This game has two big systems going for it. The first is, at the beginning of the game, you choose basically two powers for your character out of 7, including options like “strong”, “booksmart”, and “talks to animals”. But soon after that the game springs on you it’s second hidden system. Certain dialog choices you make will reveal and inform your character in the future.

Very early on there is a forced and awkward conversation with a guy on a bus who offers you a bag of boiled peanuts (one of those North Carolina touches) and you have the option to say “no thanks, I’m allergic to peanuts.” from that moment on, if you chose this, you are indeed, allergic to peanuts. Maybe it’s my infamiliarity with visual novels, but I found both of these systems novel. This is a game where I never felt like there was a bad dialog choice. All of these possibilities had potential to lead me somewhere interesting, scary, or emotionally revealing.

I was drawn deep into the world or a dying North Carolina mining town that understood how a small town actually works. With southerners that reflected the sort of people that make up my world and not some country music construct or white liberal nightmare. People of color, queer folk, the blue collared and deep rooted. It also acknowledges native folk exist unlike most Appalachian narratives I see where we tend to be an afterthought at best.

Only 4 parts of the planned 7 are out so far but if you end up craving more as I did you should also check out Slay The Princess, the studio’s other visual novel, which features the voice talents of Jonathan Sims of the Magnus Archives as a self-aware narrator urging you to kill a chained princess in a remote cabin and in order save the world.

Marvel’s Midnight Suns

Marvel’s Midnight Suns is a hot mess. There is no other ways to describe it. It’s constant crashes, weird graphical bugs, and seasickingly uneven writing leaves a lot to be desired. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t some of the most fun I’ve had in a game in years.

Marvel’s Midnight Suns is a tactics game from Firaxis, the same folks behind the x-com games and you can certainly feel that. There is that technical grit that you should expect, especially on higher difficulties you can feel yourself gritting your teeth as you solve the puzzles they present you with, trying to maximize your economy of card plays and movements.

I really found satisfaction in how they expressed the various superheroes of their cast through the card based deckbuilding mechanics that make up your movement options. The best example I can think of is how Iron Man is a sort of high damage jack of all trades, but he’s expensive and likes to be the center of attention so he wants to clog up your hand with more Iron Man cards. Peak Tony Stark.

But everyone seems to have their niche, although some people don’t seem to feel that way until you unlock their passives. Spider-man is a low damage character that excels at bouncing around the screen pecking off minions and using environmental damages. Captain America is a tank character that specializes on building a resources called shield and the group shared heroism. Magik (from New Mutants, a personal fave) reposition and teleports enemies and allies both. Blade messes around with bleed. It’s satisfying and made to feel more empowering and accessible than x-come with things like your attacks always hitting (this, of course, applies to your enemies too). It feels good. I’m going to keep coming back to replay this.

The other half of the game is that you’re in this explorable campus, a haunted abbey transplanted from Europe in a pocket dimension outside Salem. (The game unwittingly makes a lot of assumptions that you’re white.) Your marvel OC, a very predefined in a commander shepherd sorta guy, explores this space for resources, costumes, and more between all the standard x-com prep stuff. There is also the social links which is probably the meat of the experience.

The social links are your time to spend one-on-one time with each character. I remember notably when they first announced the game, they spent a not insignificant amount of time telling video game outlets “No. You can’t romance any of these characters. No. you can’t kiss them. You can just be...really good friends.” Par for the course for marvel’s weirdly defensive sexlessness outside of comphet. (something that feels reflected in the fashion of the game to be honest).

Marvel has always been weird about OC’s, even outside of the normal comic book company “lalalala, please don’t show us your oc’s we don’t want a plagerism suit.”

I genuinely think this is the first time they’ve allowed them in any form outside of a lego game since the 90’s. I certainly remember the surprising lack of character creation in their official Tabletop games. Or that one time they tried to make an official marvel fanfic site with the rules “no oc’s” and “no shipping”. I remember how long it took for them to embrace the concept of “spider-sonas”.

But despite this, all these hang-outs feel strangely intimate. Not always romantic, but definitely intimate. I’m talking about someone’s deep personal trauma deep in the woods and then gifting them a music box of a song that’s from their favorite album. I have no doubt in my mind my Hunter and Blade are dicking down hard in the woods. Despite some anne-riceian views on fandom, Marvel can not stop the fanfic. My half-demon is kissing the half-vampire right now.

The writing, while uneven, never doesn’t feel at least comfortably saturday morning cartoon at it’s worst. Which, honestly, is something I’m perfectly okay with for a supehero affair. Same with the quippy nature that seems to be grating some folk with this game. I don’t understand why we’ve suddenly decided to start blaming Joss Whedon for something that’s been a staple part of American theater and film since vaudeville. It’s not like quips and banter aren’t an established and recognized part of superhero fiction and there are plenty of very real things we can blame him for instead. It’s pulp y’all.

I will say when the writing is good, it’s excellent. It knocks it out of the damn park and the out of combat stuff and tiny little exchanges are some of my favorite things. Whether it’s the story about your immortal lesbian aunt that raised you to be a weapon, her wife (now a ghost that is hiding in the abbey), and the scarlet witch. Or Tony Stark having to learn humility and to give other members of a club space instead of running them over in an attempt to be the big boss guy. Or introducing other folks to Magik’s whole deal. It all just feels good and earned.

I came away from this just desperately wanting Firaxas to make a New Mutants game in this style now. Please. I’ll buy about 12 copies just by myself.

I’m a firm believer that about 90% of non-comic related super media doesn’t earnestly engage with the concept of superhero comics as a medium, either out of embarrassment or apathy. Superhero media is big, strange, and often high-concept weird. None of which I would use to describe most things post Iron Man. It’s a big reason why I think people have this big bland aftertastes after the past 15 years of so of being hosed down with the greatest afterswill of DC and Marvel.

A have a heuristic just for batman shit of “how easily can you see this man throw a batarang?”. Because if you can’t be willing to buy into the conceits and fantastical that much, how much can I trust you with anything else? How can I trust you to understand the underlying nature of the stories being told?

Midnight Sun’s understands a couple of things about superhero fiction better than most. One, that the strange and fantastical are vital to both the color of the world and greater humanity of these characters. Two, that a world of superheroics are very much build upon a conceit of duty and responsibility for others. You don’t see a lot of superheroes in movies and tv ever really doing anything superheroic. And while not all superheroes define themselves by some form of duty, it still defines their greater world. Superman in the Christopher Reeves movies takes the time to show him rescuing civilians. Into the Spiderverse shows Miles struggling to live up to this idea of doing right, even going to far to state the message of “anyone can wear the mask” directly to the audience.

Midnight Suns takes great care to tell you who all these characters are fighting for. It shows them stressed out and frustrated about not being able to respond to every situation, even the ones that are personal, after being stretched thin. Agreeing to help others do what they can when faced with tragedy. Even just being there for a friend when they need it. If you ask me, that’s marvel midnight sun’s greatest strength. I can deal with tony stark and bugs if it’s a story about that.

Signalis

I probably don’t have much to say on this that hasn’t already been said, but it’s so nice to see a game that wears it’s inspiration on it’s sleeves, but still is not afraid to be it’s own thing. I’ve been watching this game for a long time. Just the right amounts of alien, RE, silent hill, and anime. I was so pleased to see other pick it up with the enthusiasm I’ve been rooting for it with. It deserves it.

Signalis is quiet.

Yes, it has it’s share of space-y white noise and grinding Akira Yamaoka industrial, but it’s not afraid to just be quiet. It’s honestly refreshing in a world of games who can never shut up.

But Signalis wants you to feel that gripping sense of being isolated and alone. It’s precedented on being lonely and the only times you’re not alone are when you are in danger. Limited inventory leaves you with no room for something sentimental. No favorite weapons here. Not lockets you keep with you. It’s illegal to even be alone with yourself. Even when you do find someone to talk to there is an emotional separation that acts as a brick wall between you and them.

You are lonely.

It’s retro scifi style is made to evoke things like alien, but also the building genres and expecations of vhs horrors and our own nostalgia. VHS is a lonely technology. It’s use of ps1 aesthetics are made to push the feeling of playing a game by yourself late at night while a crt tv hums and scans.

I think the thing I like most is when the game stops to show you this, cutting from it’s gods eye third person view as you stomp about a metallic brutalist hellscape and pulls you into first person, made to experience this cold isolation first person as you explore a diorama or a dark snowy gap between buildings. It’s taking you, essentially, the main character’s only companion, and making that as non-existent as possible.

Soul Hackers 2

It’s the best game Atlus has written since the ps2 and I will not be taking any notes on that. It’s pure objective fact. It’s a game about adults in a capitalist hellscape, dealing with adult problems and relationships in a very anime way. I once heard some youtuber describe this Atlus budget title as “the best vita game you’ve never played” and that still feels apt.

You can see this game struggling to make thew most out of what it’s be given with static backgrounds, bland repeating dungeons, and a combat system that just kinda feels like it needed to bake for about 20 more minutes. But what it made it’s choices to include put in so much work.

As a sequel to a ps1 game about detectives (and humanity as a whole) of a sort summoning demons on their cellphones/weapons in a cyberpunk dystopia experiencing the emergence of new life in the form of AI, Soul Hackers 2 decided to take a different approach. It’s a game about emerging AI experiencing humanity, while being detectives of sorts who can summon demons on their cellphone/weapons in a cyberpunk dystopia. Very different.

I found myself delighted to spend time with it’s characters in all the various ways the narrative designers found ways to inject scenes and story into the normal dungeon crawling loop. All fully voice acted of course. I got drinks with them. I listen to them bitch or praise food we got together. I listened to little skits every time I unlocked a new passive ability for them that revealed some new wrinkle in their personality. This limited cast felt like it had the chance to be colorful and fully realized characters. There was an emotional maturity there I have otherwise felt lacking in other Atlus titles.

People were allowed to have complicated and maybe even unhealthy relationships and not only does the story acknowledge that, but the characters too. But that doesn’t mean that relationship is solved. People are messy and that’s something our little ai fragment is gonna learn again and again. Party members had tension and buck against each other, but it always felt like it would be something understandable on either end. It trusted you to understand things, make inferences, and read it in good faith. Probably lessons I could learn myself when it comes to writing.

Tinykin

Tinykin is cute. It knows it’s cute (maybe to it’s detriment at times).

In tinykin, you play a starfaring anthropologist looking for the ancestral home of humanity, only to end up in a house, frozen in time in the 90’s and you the size of a bug. You travel from room to room, collecting things to satisying chirps and navigating cities set up by various bug civilizations trying to get an answer to why...and to build yourself a new spaceship.

But it was a perfect bedtime game. Chill. Very little tension. You mess up and miss with a jump, you “died” with a little pop and reset to your place before the jump immediately. It’s a collect-a-thon that didn’t really track or gate things based on how much you collected. It’s the wort of game you could just set up and let a little cousin go to town without worry they’ll get frustrated or lost, because getting lost is half the point.

I wasn’t really biting any of the very high school atheist commentary on the nature of religion the game was throwing out there. Luckily the times it popped up were brief and inconsequential. What was much more appealing was all the ways you can move. You get a bubble to float off a double jump, a soap bar to slide and grind, and a collection of pikmin like critter to command and allow you to get to new places in an assortment of ways.

It felt good to move from one end of the room to the other like an off-roading borrower and you could feel just how much time the devs spent to make it so. Mid my playthrough they added challenge races which adds a whole new layer to how those tools can be used. This is a game I’m dying to see speedrun. Games I didn’t get to play but wanted to... -Live-a-Live

remake of a rpg classic, finally in English. I'd play this for music alone.

-Kowloon High-School Chronicles

remake of a ps1 cult game, finally in english. I want to be a high school indiana jones dungeon crawling to solve the mysetry of why a bizarre omnitemple is underneath my high school filled with occult-y weirdos. Interesting dialog system

.-Inscryption

card game cool. genre-bending card game things by a guy whose previous weird expectation subverting games I found neat.

-AI: Somnium Files- Nirvana Initiate

I loved the first one and it just looks like more of the same

-Ghostwire: Tokyo

I don't want to play this out of an expectation of this being some horror or action experience that would be fulfilling in any meaningful way, but rather pure vibes. Like a VR chat world with actual shit to do.

-Norco

A cyberpunk game about the invisible south. I'm in.

-Citizen Sleeper

Cool cyberpunk game about a robot finally earning freedom for their indentured servitude, only to find out their warranty has expired and their body is failing...takes a lot of cues form solo journaling games.

#games #goty #goty 2022 #mostly just stream of conscious rambles #scarlet hollow #midnight suns #signalis #soul hackers 2 #tinykin

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silver-heller · 1 year ago

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Since you showed me that Mordecai design analysis I'd be really curious to hear what that'd look like for Silver.

(This is the post). It's funny you ask that because those sort of design changes, along with the personality changes, actually kind of happened lol, and some of my friends can attest to that. So I don't really have to invent a timeline of "what-ifs". I go into quite a few details under the cut, and love this question btw, thank you so much! /gen

Stage Zero - Who Even Are You?

TLDR: Silver's design was chaotic for a while there. Eventually I landed on a tabby design because it looked neater and made some changes to make Silver better fit the aesthetic of the comic. I also made Silver more unique from Mordecai.

I call this stage zero because Silver didn't have a personality yet, let alone did he actually fit within the series. To be fair, if memory serves correctly, Silver was just originally meant to be shipped with all my furry cat F/Os, which included Animal Crossing F/Os, mainly Raymond (which Silver fit better with at the time). This was more of me trying to make a furry cat character for the first time and throwing the things I liked all into one aesthetic. As you can see by the two designs, I debated over having Silver be very sweet and shy or sharp and "mature" with his attitude (little did past me know I'd end up with a mix of both lol). His appearance was also far darker with silver as an accent and black as his main fur color.

Silver was originally a very chaotic looking black and silver calico, and, though this color scheme remained, I changed his eyes from green to yellow and removed the glasses because I thought he looked too similar to Mordecai to be dating him. His original design was also pretty modern, which of course clashed with the comic's aesthetic. Though the pea coat and boot look certainly carried over in some ways, they were made to fit more into the times and emulate some of Mordecai's own outfits.

Silver's design being cluttered also lead me to the silver tabby design instead of the calico one because I thought it looked cleaner. Here are some of the variations that could have become Silver's final design. I played around with dark and light coats, along with the potential for mismatching eyes:

Again this is stage zero because so many of these designs were completely detached from Silver actually becoming a character and it is wild to think Silver could have looked like any of these lol.

Stage One - The Professional

TLDR: Silver's design used to have short hair and be very neat in some regards. Silver used to be much more proper and confident personality wise.

(Couldn't find this picrew unfortunately)/Picrew/Picrew

Silver finally has a backstory and a personality, woo! Once again you can see the progression from "sweet and shy", to "sort of sweet with a bit of coldness", to the "bitter and done with your crap" Silver we all know and love. I'd say the middle Silver, however, took over most of this phase. His design was altered to be more comic friendly since, at the time, I still preferred the comics over the pilot (but loved both).

Within this stage, he was originally made to be Mordecai's "perfect match" more or less. He was well groomed, from his slicked short hair to the way he dressed, and overall pretty put together both physically and emotionally (though eventually his design took on the chipped ear seen to the far right). He was perfectly clever and sharp to deal with types like Mordecai, but not so brutally honest about it as to be confrontational. He tried to be charming about it. He was almost agreeable, believe it or not, and put up more with people's crap because he had enough confidence to do so. Which was to say, he was professional.

Here is an example of Silver's early personality:

“Hm, no, you wouldn’t. Your reputation relies too much on others’ approval for that. You’d never be able to suck up to him again. Imagine a new shadow hears of Mordecai’s case, what would you do then? Your charm would be short lived the moment they heard about it, no more Mr. Sweet anymore,” I said, and he chuckled, raising his glass to me.

“It must be why you like Mordecai so much. It’s an uphill battle trying to charm him but, once you do, he’ll never forget it. For better or for worse,” I said, looking up and shooting him a smile, “And me, dangerous? Please. I hardly care about anyone else. You’re all just paranoid.”

Chapter four of Silver Bullets & Black Dandelions

Near the end of this stage, however, more bitterness and an asocial attitude was added to Silver's character as his background and the main drama of the series was developed. He became more sassy, and more likely to put his foot down over being cordial or sensitive:

Silver crossed his arms, lagging behind when Mordecai took a moment to do as told. “Do I have much of a choice?” “No, but,” Asa said with a shrug, laughing at the glare Silver gave him, “You know, the others will like you more if you just smiled a bit more.”

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Even with these fluctuations, however, a lot of these elements were still true to Silver's character, they just became more developed and refined over time.

Stage Two - Mad Woman of St. Louis

TLDR: Silver is made more rough around the edges and gets his long, wavy hair. He is no longer simply polite, but rebellious, independent, and a bit "uncouth". Not to mention neurodivergent as hell.

Then comes stage two, with Silver breaking out into his more wild phase, which included more physical and personality quirks. Delving more into his past certainly helped to round out his personality overall, and his design was finalized in this stage.

@floofsselfshipblog was the first to draw Silver with long hair (or at all actually), and, again, Silver originally hard short hair. However, I ended up liking that design so much, realizing it made more sense for Silver to rebelliously grow out his hair when past Silver had shorter hair to appear more "cute and lady-like", that I incorporated it into the character's canon. His hair was now messy, he dressed well still but more for gender affirmation than looking sharp. Silver has had wild curls ever since, and deciding to have Silver choose a more free and disorderly hair style definitely encouraged similar choices in the personality department.

Silver was no longer Mordecai's "perfect match". He became far more wild and a lot of his positive traits were balanced out with more negative ones. Yes he was still observant, but his own insecurities and social struggles often made the truth elude him. He became wonderfully neurodivergent with hyperfixations and stims that made him act less than "proper" most of the time (and we love that for him). A more clear balance was struck between the cold and emotional sides of his character, Silver becoming a sadist to assholes that attempted not to cause harm to those who hadn't harmed him first, making Silver terrifyingly merciless when he wanted to be.

Silver also became more "uncouth". No more perfect prime and proper Silver. The developed Silver could out drink most men, loved getting bloody and going feral on the job (to Mordecai's horror and admiration), made vulgar jokes, gave the middle finger to most social structures/expectations, and, best of all, he was not shy or apologetic about any of this.

This new design ended up being more pilot friendly considering the first image was drawn as an edition to the screenshot.

Here's Silver's old physical description from the fic:

In contrast, my own white markings went fully over my mouth, traveling to the two rung side tufts on my face, were only fluff within my ears, and didn’t touch my tail (the end of which was black), but did fully cover my paws and went up to my ankles in socks. On my chest, a small white diamond could be found. I also had black stripes all along my body, always horizontal, though they framed the white marking on my face rather than fully going across them. Other notable features included my left ear, which had a chip in it thanks to a physical confrontation with an asylum doctor gone wrong, and my black hair, having grown out in recent years to flow down my shoulders.

Here is the updated version:

In comparison, though I had a build that some would call athletic due to the light muscles on my arms and legs, I would consider myself stout, my stomach and legs being plump with barely any torso between my stomach and my breasts. In contrast, my own white marking went fully over my mouth, traveling to the two rung side tufts on my face. On my chest, a thin, white oval could be found that started at my chest and stopped at my stomach. However, the tips of my ears, paws, tail, and feet all had a smoky black gradient in place of Mordecai’s plain white. I was also a tabby, with black stripes all along my body. They were always horizontal, though on my face they stopped where my white mask-like marking began. Other notable features included my left ear, which had a chip in it thanks to a physical confrontation with an asylum doctor gone wrong, and my black hair, having grown out in recent years to flow down my shoulders in waves.

Chapter fifteen of Silver Bullets & Black Dandelions

Stage Three - A Whole New Me

TLDR: Silver's final form. He is now the chaotic, murderous, and oddly kind cat we all know and love. Any properness he displays is an act, and now his design is darker with smoky tips on most parts of his body. The white diamond on his chest has become a thin oval of white.

And finally we have Silver as we know him today. His design is far darker, with smoky tips encompassing both his ears, tail, and paws. The only bits of white left are on his mouth and his chest. It's funny, looking at earlier designs Silver's design did go full circle in some ways. Maybe the real designs were the designs we made along the way lol. Just goes to show there is a method to the madness.

Personality wise Silver is polite, quiet, and proper around strangers but an excitable, playfully sadistic, and almost hilariously bitter mess around those who know him well, to say the least. The "uncouth" and "improper" elements of his character are far more evident and a huge part of his character. Silver wouldn't be Silver without burning down buildings and occasionally falling into baby talk.

Again, his earlier characterization wasn't wrong per say, there were just so many complexities to Silver I hadn't explored at that point (and that will, hopefully, really show in part two of the fic as it comes out). This certainly inspired me to get back to editing!

I think Silver's design ultimately ended up very pilot leaning. I am unsure what adjustments would need to be made to make him fit into the style of the comic (besides giving Silver rougher edges and more textured hair), but I feel like his current design would fit more into the show than anything. And, honestly? I am actually really happy about this. The pilot means so much to me now (without it Silver might not exist, it really pushed me to make a Lackadaisy OC), and I am ridiculously excited for the show (and my Mordy plush lol).

Mordecai and Silver Design Developments Side By Side

Thanks to those who stuck through all of Silver's little phases /gen

#silver😺#undescribed #*cries* they grow up so fast /j #edit: tumblr screwed up the image positioning so I had to get a little creative/remove some images. Sorry!

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a-vampire-culturelover · 11 months ago

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Junkclan Introduction!

So after a bit of deciding, I decided I will post stuff for Clangen on my main blog instead of starting a Sid blog I'll probably forget about after a week! I may not be able to do anything like fancy comics or big drawings for it like other blogs, but I really do hope people can enjoy this Clangen thing even without that put into it ^_^!

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Originating from the far Coast of an Ocean clan named Whaleclan, a group of several rebelling cats flee to the far North of their old home in search of somewhere to call their new Clan.

In a far area abandoned from human interaction, and overgrowth at it's brim, The small group of cats find their new home in the form of an abandoned place for Twoleg Amusement; Starview Park.

After their Leader, Lionmane, slept in a den made from a hole under the Park's statue of it's mascot, Jingles the Cat, a young cat from ages ago granted them Nine Lives, leading Lionstar to both regain faith in her ancestors, and faith in a new, although uncertain figure too.

The Cats of Junkclan, after an year of existing;

Lionstar, Clan Founder and Leader of Junkclan: A long-furred golden tabby and white she-cat.

Lionstar had not always been the Amusment Park Mascot-worshipping Leader of Junkclan, but rather a warrior of Whaleclan, Beach cats from the South of Junkclan's territory. She had always had a rebellious streak, going against her father Barracudafury's words of violence and hatred towards those in need, and went as far as to prank him from time to time in her youth. When her father had mysteriously became leader of Whaleclan, thus implementing rules of no good rhyme or reason, Lionmane stood up along many others and threatened to fight him if he continued. He had unfortunately won, send the fleeing cats far up north, where they found a strange, abandoned place where Twoleg scent wafered faintly from a forgotten past. Lionmane became infatuated with the place's mysterious "Diety" named "Jingles the Cat", and after sleeping under a hole under the Statue, gained her nine lives and began to worship the Statue as some sort of forgotten god of sorts, like a Guide from Starclan itself.

76 moons (9 lives remaining)

Trait: Rebellious

Skills: Steady Paws

Formerly apprenticed Egretleaf

Morningsting, Clan Founder and Deputy of Junkclan: An unusually spotted silver tom with a scar from a broken jaw.

Morningsting had been a young cat of Whaleclan previously, and once was Barracudafury(star)'s apprentice. When his own daughter stood against him and lost, Morningsting and Ferretstreak, two of Barracudafury's apprentices, were sent by him as espionage to take away Lionmane's dreams of peace and hope in her own new clan. Despite his true reason for joining Junkclan, his advice is admittedly well vied, and his hunting skills gained him praise in their new home.

25 moons

Trait: Troublesome

Skills: Helpful insight and good hunter

Waspflare, CLan Founder and Cleric of Junkclan: A long-furred dorsal-striped dark brown tom.

Waspflare had not always been the Cleric of Junkclan, but rather a mere warrior of Whaleclan. Abandoned by his real parents as a kit, he was mistreated by his foster parents, who saw him as weak for his outsider roots. Many helped him through the abuse, although his parents eventually became the Double Deputies of Whaleclan under Barracudastar's rule. Waspflare sided with Lionmane due to many visions and omens that predicted Barracudastar's cruelty, and left alongside many. When they had arrived at the territory and camp, Starview Park, Waspflare had been promoted to a new clan ranking, Cleric; As the First Cleric of Junkclan, Waspflare has the same duties as a Healer, but also blesses members of the clan on important events and predicts their fates, although not without explicit permission.

67 moons

Trait: Insecure

Skills: Prophet

Apprentice: Flowerpaw

Flowerpaw, Clan Founder and Cleric in training: A long-furred golden tabby and white tom wearing a single red poppy on his right ear.

Flowerpaw, soon to be Flowerheat, had once been a kit of Whaleclan, young but bullied by other kits for his lack of courage and will to fight in battle. Two other kits, Jadekit and Egretkit, now Egretleaf and Jadestalk, had been his only real companions due to their support. He had secretly tagged along with the two when they willingly left Whaleclan witlaonmane's group. Now a soon-to-be Cleric, Flowerheart simply hopes to make the right choices and hopefully grow a bigger spine.

13 moons

Trait: Insecure

Skills: Confident with words & Never sits still

Slumbershade, Clan Founder: A dark ginger and white tabby tom with fur covering his eyes.

Slumbershade is the sleepiest member of Junkclan, but also very resourceful and beloved by the kits in his games of Moss Ball and Hide & Seek. He had been called 'Lazy' and 'Unmotivated' by Barracudastar, which had motivated him to leave Whaleclan with Lionmane's group.

88 moons

Trait: Responsible

Skills: Beloved KItsitter and Very Clever

Former apprentice: Jadestalk

Thunder, Formerly a Loner: A speckled Dark brown tom.

Thunder used to live as a loner, but after another cat chased him from his home, he took refuge in Junkclan.

75 moons

Trait: Confident

Skills: Great Speaker and Great hunter

Ferretstreak, Clan Founder: A long-furred dorsal-striped gray she-cat.

Ferretstreak had been one of Barracudastar's apprentices, much like Morningsting, and had also been sent as Espionage to sabotage Lionstar's plan for a fresh start in their new home and this new land. Has a peculiar hatred for Egretleaf.

30 moons

Trait: Ambitious

Skills: Great Mediator and Learner of lore

Apprentice: Robinpaw

Jadestalk, Clan Founder: A gray, slender tom with short fur and strikingly green eyes.

Jadestalk, while childish and stubborn, is well revered in the clan for his upcommance against Barracudastar at the age of 4 moons alongside his moon younger friend Egretkit, and their Tag-along friend Flowerkit. He was revered for his gracious swimming abilities in puddles at Whaleclan, and peered the same in Junkclan during particularly flooded days.

16 moons

Trait: Childish

Skills: Good swimmer

Apprentice: Chaffinchpaw

Egretleaf, Clan Founder: A long-furred speckled pale ginger she-cat, herbs covering her pelt.

Egretleaf was the charismatic, slick and if not "Rizz Master" of Junkclan, and similarly so in kit hood in Whaleclan. Hateful of Barracudastar's cruelty and injustice, Egretkit left with her older friend Jadekit and younger friend and misfit of Whaleclan, Flowerkit on the journey to a new home.

15 moons

Trait: Charismatic

Skills: Good Climber

Chaffinchpaw, born to Lionstar with Outsider Roots: A long-furred white and dark ginger tabby tom with a heart pattern on his pelt.

Born to Lionstar of Junkclan in a fling with a wandering Loner exploring the Amusement Park territory.

8 moons

Trait: Bloodthirsty

Skills: Curious about Starclan and Active imagination

Robinpaw, born to Lionstar with Outsider roots: A long-furred pale ginger ticked and white she-cat with white eyebag markings

Born to Lionstar of Junkclan in a fling with a wandering Loner exploring the Amusement Park territory. Inherited her mother's rebellious streak.

8 moons

Trait: Rebellious

Skills: Quick to Make peace and Fascinated by Prophecies

Deceased Cats: Starclan

Starclan Guide: Apricotpaw

Apricotpaw had once been a young, kind Healer's apprentice of Whaleclan, a clan that lived in a cave by the Ocean was know for the Whale bones of an old carcass nearby camp. Apricotpaw had dreamed of becoming a hero and legend to Whaleclan as a Healer, often imagining her older brother becoming Leader alongside her as well. Her dreams were short-lived when two warriors, Rustbucket and Sharktooth, two old and bitter warriors, had plotted to kill Apricotpaw for seemingly no reason. They had killed Apricotpaw viciously in the night, mauling her into bits and pieces that bad to be taken in many trips to bury outside camp. After her bother Plumwhisker's death moons later, and after Junkclan had been founded, she grew interested and left to guide them as their righteous duty was to.

8 moons (in life) 189 moons (in death)

Traits: Righteous

Skills: Clever and easy runner

Holds a grudge on Timberdusk for their parent's crimes.

Cause of death: Killed by Rustbucket and Sharktooth

Jaykit, Clan founder and child of Lionstar with Outsider roots: A brown and cream colored Rosette she-cat.

Was born to Lionstar and an wandering loner from a fling, died of kittencough.

4 moons (in life) 4 moons (in death)

Trait: Impulsive

Skills: Picky nest builder

Cause of death: Died from Kittencough

Deceased Cats: The Dark Carnival

Timberdusk, Clan founder and Elder: Smoky brown tom with striking yellow eyes.

Timberdusk was an old elder of Junkclan, but once a warrior of Whaleclan, it's Father Clan. When he was young his parents, Rustbucket and Sharktooth, were exiled sometime before he was even conceived, after the Cause of death of Healer's Apprentice Apricotpaw was traced back to them. He had vowed to get vengeance for them and planned for many moons to kill Plumwhisker, Apricot's older sibling and deputy of Whaleclan at the time of his birth. When he had graduated to Warrior, he had planned to go out on a nightly patrol with Plumwhisker and push him off a cliff into the Unforgiving Sea. What he had not realized was that Plumwhisker had believed in him, thinking he would never go to the same lengths as his parents who had genuinely done wrong. Heartbroken at this elevation, he couldn't stop his body from enacting his revenge, and Plumwhisker died, his body found pulverized from the spikes under the cliff. It was deemed an accident and Timberdusk was consoled by others, but truly a changed cat. He retired early to the Elder's den at 15 moons young, and became bitter and sour, his guilt eating away at him for many moons. When Lionmane stood up against Barracudastar and fled with her many colleagues, Timberdusk tagged along thinking he could redeem himself. After his heart attack, Apricotpaw had banished him to the Dark Carnival, Junkclan's version of the Place of No Stars, due to Apricotpaw's anguish and grudges held over Plumwhisker's death.

163 moons (in life) 8 moons (in death)

Trait: Grumpy

Skills: Good fighter

Cause of Death: Heart Attack from old age.

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