#first part of remastering my ocs

[knowledge-paradox]

amrev character sheets : 1/4, Matteo (Giovanni) Tusco

info below

birthday: 30th January 1754

Italian

born in Venice, Italy

Languages: English, Italian , French

fun facts: He is ambidextrous but used to write with his left land; better at close combat than with guns (can't see too well)

height: 6’5

-older brother of Marinella Tusco, cousins of Luca De Salvo and Daniele Tusco

-[POST WAR] ”Husband” of Dante Schmidt-Kenneth, father of Pierre Schmidt-Kenneth

[wilanserulia]

The Wraith

Fanart of Raziel, from Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver, to celebrate the launch of the excellent remaster.

Here's to a revival of the series!

I owe so much to Legacy of Kain. It's been my first big fandom growing up, back before tumblr, back when the word "fandom" didn't even exist. I played and replayed the games, dissecting them down to the small details. I joined forums on the subject, I was part of a community, I discussed the story and went on what-if scenarios, and we made our own OCs and our own side-stories like all overfixated young teenagers do. I used to draw Raziel a bunch, on my sketchbook, on my school books, even on my desk.

I met so many people, some of whom had such an impact on my life, from those who taught me and helped me move my first steps as a budding artist, to those with whom I would get into FFXI and later FFXIV, eventually even leading to me falling in love for the first time.

When I stop and consider the cascade of consequences that came from playing that game, it's with no exhaggeration when I say that, had I not picked up Soul Reaver out on a whim one day, my life today would probably be substantially different.

Today, thanks to the effort of dedicated fans, the series is being remastered and made accessible to a new audience. I cannot recommend it enough. The remaster is excellent, it's made with endless love for the series and goes above and beyond what they were required to do. I don't really push things often, even when I really like them, but Legacy of Kain is that special. Give it a try.

[angelremnants]

Roll Call l J. B. Barnes

ONE. Under the Diner Lights

summary : The biting winters of 1943 paled in comparison to the frozen hearts of soldiers, weary and broken by the unrelenting call of war. For men burdened by despair, the burn of alcohol was the only warmth they knew. Sergeant Barnes lived for one purpose: to stand by his best friend’s side, no matter where the battlefield led them. But a chance encounter at a dimly lit bar near the military camp changes everything. A young woman, bold yet gentle, awakens something in him—a spark long buried beneath years of frost and pain. Inspired by Roll Call by The Neighborhood.

pairing : James ''Bucky'' Barnes x f!reader

warnings : Mature themes (13+), flirtation and teasing, fluff.

word count : 4.6k

author's notes : I first wrote this in 2018 for an old friend's birthday, and it was the first one-shot I had ever written as well as my first MCU-related work. It was honestly very poor writing—I wrote in both first-person AND third-person POV and I even had an OC put in it that I had barely put any thought into, it was awful—but given I was thirteen at the time, it isn't that shocking.

Nonetheless, the scenario still appeals to me, and The Neighborhood (which was at the time consuming 99% of my music chart) is still one of my favorite bands; I wanted to pay an homage to my roots by making a remastered version.

It turns out that I can indeed go overboard and transform what had once been a poorly written 5k words scenario into a whopping 22k-word story in the span of a single night. When a girl wants, she gets. Obviously, I have divided it; it's going to take me great restraint not to post everything at once.

Here's the first part of the story. I hope you'll enjoy the ride, this came at the cost of my sanity and the several precious hours of lost sleep.

(ao3 version)

The chatter of soldiers filled the room, their voices loud and full of the kind of bravado that only came with knowing they might not make it home. It was a familiar scene in the small diner that had become a favorite spot for the local military. After all, the diner was a familiar refuge for soldiers on leave. With the war raging overseas, it had become a haven for those looking for a brief respite from the horrors of the battlefield. The men, heavy with the weight of their duties, sought comfort in the warm glow of the lights and the warmth of alcohol, determined to enjoy the brief respite before returning to the frontlines.

You had seen it all before. You’d been working here for as long as you could remember—long enough to know the rhythms of the place and the faces of the soldiers who passed through its doors. It was 1943, and though the world was at war, this small diner was a constant, offering warmth and familiarity to the men who needed it most.

As a waitress at the diner, you were used to the noise, the rowdy soldiers, the long hours, the repetitive tasks grounding you in a world that felt strangely disconnected from the chaos outside. You moved through the crowd with ease, filling orders and wiping down counters, delivering drinks and meals to the men who sought comfort in the fleeting moments of normalcy. The war weighed heavy on everyone’s shoulders, but here, in the dim light of the diner, it was easy to pretend for just a little while that the world wasn’t torn apart.

It was another ordinary evening when Margareth Elizabeth “Peggy” Carter walked in. You had grown used to her visits; Peggy had a way of moving through the world that was commanding and purposeful. She wasn’t just another customer. She was someone who carried the weight of the world on her shoulders but somehow made it look effortless. And though you didn’t know the full extent of Peggy’s work with the Strategic Scientific Reserve, you knew it was important—far too important to be talked about in public.

“You’re looking a little worn out, Peg’” you remarked, pausing for a moment as you wiped the counter.

Peggy gave you a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s been a long day,” she said, her tone brisk. “I could use a break.”

Peggy’s visits were usually short, but tonight, she was clearly staying longer. You couldn’t help but notice the way Peggy kept glancing at the door, as though she was waiting for someone.

Before you could ask if anything was wrong, the door opened, and in walked two soldiers. One was tall and broad-shouldered with a boyish charm that seemed to soften his otherwise serious demeanor. The other, slightly shorter but just as imposing, had a more rugged look, his jaw set in a way that spoke of someone who had seen more than he should have. You noticed that both of them seemed to be trying hard not to draw attention to themselves, but it wasn’t working. The air in the diner shifted when they walked in.

Peggy, bless her heart, had eyes as sharp as her mind and quickly caught on to what could have been stringing her dear friend’s attention for the past five minutes by looking in the direction of her gaze. She studied you carefully for a moment before speaking again, her voice softer this time. “You’ve been working hard. If you need a break, let me know.”

You gave a small smile and nodded. “I’ll be alright.”

“Do you know who that is?” Peggy asked, glancing toward the counter where the dark-eyed soldier was sitting.

You froze, lifting your head towards your confidante. “No idea who you’re talking about.”

Peggy’s gaze flickered to the man at the counter. “That soldier there,” she said quietly. “His name’s James Barnes. He’s with Steve Rogers. I’ve heard a lot about him. Good soldier, but… he’s seen a lot. Be cautious, [Y/N].”

You smiled, grateful for your friend’s kindness and protectiveness. “Don’t worry about me, Peg’. I think I’ve seen enough of the clientele to know what I’m dealing with.”

Their conversation got interrupted by one soldier calling you to serve them, and you excused yourself to go and attend to the client with a promise to come back to her.

You saw Peggy standing up from her seat, her posture shifting from casual to professional. She caught your eye and gave a small nod, signaling to you that she was counting on staying with these two soldiers for the remainder of her stay at the diner. You weren’t sure what to make of the interaction, but something told you that these men were more than just soldiers—they were part of something bigger.

Peggy greeted them both with a curt nod, but there was something familiar in her businesslike voice, a bond that was clear to anyone paying attention. “Gentlemen.”

The two men gave a slight nod in return. Steve’s smile was warm but tired, while James’ expression was more guarded, scanning the room with a quiet intensity.

“We were hoping for a quick drink before we head back,” Steve said, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. “Just a moment of peace.”

Peggy didn’t hesitate. “Of course,” she said, her voice steady. “Take a seat at the counter. I’ll be right with you.”

You watched as the two men took their seats, their casual demeanor belying the weight they carried. You didn’t recognize them, but there was something about their presence that made you pause. They didn’t look like the average soldiers you’d seen pass through here. There was a certain tension in their posture, a wariness that made them seem different. But there was no time to dwell on it—you had orders to fill.

As you went to refill the soldier’s drink, you watched as the two men took their seats, their casual demeanor belying the weight they carried. You didn’t recognize them, but there was something about their presence that made you pause. They didn’t look like the average soldiers you’d seen pass through here. You quickly turned away, trying to focus on the job, but you couldn’t shake the strange feeling that something had just changed.

You emerged from the kitchen room after submitting the latest orders when Peggy called over to you, her tone casual but firm. “Hey, [Y/N], could you take their orders? I’m a bit caught up with something else.”

A small flutter of nerves ran through you. You hadn’t met these two men before, but there was something about them that was different. They didn’t carry themselves like the usual soldiers you served. Maybe it was just the nature of being soldiers during a war, or maybe it was something else. Either way, it made you feel oddly vulnerable, as if these men were capable of seeing more than you were letting on.

“Sure thing,” you replied, walking over to the table with a practiced smile. As you approached, you noticed the way both men subtly straightened their postures, as if instinctively aware of their surroundings, but trying to remain low-key.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” you politely said, pulling out her notepad. “What can I get you tonight?”

Steve flashed you a smile, and though his eyes were tired, there was a warmth in them that made you feel at ease. "A couple of beers would be great," he said, glancing at Bucky for confirmation.

Bucky didn’t respond immediately. He was watching you intently, his dark eyes steady as he took in your features. There was a flicker of something in his expression—something unreadable—but he nodded in agreement with Steve’s order. "Make that two," Bucky added in his low, gravelly voice, though he didn’t take his eyes off you.

There was a strange, subtle tension in the air, and you couldn’t place it. It wasn’t hostile, but there was something… guarded about him. He was different from the others. There was something about the way he carried himself—quiet, intense, yet effortlessly calm.

"Coming right up." You said quickly, trying to shake off the feeling as you moved toward the bar.

You moved behind the counter to prepare their drinks, your eyes briefly flicking to the pair as you worked. You caught James’ gaze for another moment, his dark eyes locking onto yours. It was only for a split second, but it was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

You had seen him before—always with the others, always just another face in the crowd. But tonight, there was something different. His quiet demeanor contrasted with the rowdy energy of the other soldiers, and it made you feel like you were stepping into something deeper than just a simple interaction. The connection felt strange, almost as though there was something more to it. You quickly looked away, trying to shake off the feeling.

You returned to the counter, placing the two beers down in front of the soldiers. You tried to push the lingering feeling aside, but there was something about the taller one—James Barnes—that kept drawing your attention. He had an intensity to him, something that made you nervous in a way you couldn’t quite explain. His quiet demeanor contrasted with the rowdy energy of the other soldiers, and it made you feel like you were stepping into something deeper than just a simple interaction.

You placed the drinks in front of them, offering a smile that you hoped didn’t come off too forced. "There you go, gentlemen. Anything else?"

Steve gave you a warm, tired smile, and Bucky, though still quiet, gave you a small nod. "Thanks," Steve said. "That’s all for now."

You hesitated for a moment, wanting to ask something—something about them, about why they felt so different from the usual crowd—but you couldn’t quite find the words. Instead, you let the silence stretch, your eyes flicking between the two men as they settled into their drinks.

As you stood there, wondering how to break the ice, you heard Peggy’s voice from the other end of the counter. "You two behaving?" she called out lightly, making her way over with her confident, purposeful stride.

Steve smiled at Peggy, but there was a bit of relief in his expression at the sight of her. "Trying to," he said, giving James a teasing look.

The latter, as usual, said nothing but let his lips curl into a small, almost imperceptible smile. It was a rare moment of warmth from the usually stoic man.

Peggy paused in front of you for a moment, studying you carefully before turning to the two soldiers. "Well, if you’re behaving, then maybe I can introduce you to [Y/N], here," she said with a soft smile.

You blinked, looking at Peggy in surprise. "You mean, you’ve never introduced us?" you said, raising an eyebrow as you gave a teasing smile of your own.

Peggy’s eyes twinkled with mischief. "I wasn’t sure if you three would hit it off," she said, giving a pointed look at Bucky.

Bucky raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, turning his attention back to his drink.

"[Y/N], this is Steve Rogers and James Barnes," Peggy said, gesturing to the two soldiers. "Steve’s a bit of a show-off, but he’s alright. Bucky here—well, let’s just say he’s got a history of getting into trouble."

Steve chuckled at that. "I prefer to think of it as ‘saving the world,’ Peg," he replied, flashing a charming grin at you.

You couldn’t help but smile back at Steve’s warmth. "Well, I’m sure we all have our own ways of saving the world."

"And I’ve got mine," Bucky said softly, his dark eyes flicking over to you. There was something unreadable in his gaze, but there was a hint of humor there as well.

You gave him a smile of your own. "Nice to meet you both."

Peggy, noticing the brief exchange between Bucky and you, gave a small nod of approval before continuing. "Bucky’s a good soldier, but you’ll find he doesn’t talk much," she added with a teasing lilt in her voice. "He’s a man of few words, but when he speaks, it’s usually something important."

Bucky’s lips twitched in amusement at Peggy’s comment, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he looked at you with an insistence that made your heart thrum a tad faster. There was something about him that made you feel like you were being studied, but not in an uncomfortable way. More like he was taking in the details—quietly observing, as if waiting for something.

"What about you, [Y/N]?" Steve asked while slightly leaning forward. "I can tell that you’re pretty good at keeping things running around here. I’m guessing you’ve seen more than your fair share of soldiers come through."

You smiled at the compliment. "You could say that. I’ve been here long enough to know the regulars. And some of them—well, they’ve got stories that would make your hair stand on end."

"That sounds like something I’d like to hear," Steve said, his voice easygoing but with a hint of sincerity.

Before you could respond, Peggy’s light voice interrupted. "Don’t get her started on the stories. You’ll never hear the end of them."

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. "I’ll have you know, I’ve got the best stories in the diner. You just need to ask the right questions."

"Alright,  I’ll take your word for it," Steve replied, his smile warm. "But for now, I think I’ll stick to the beer."

As you turned to head back to the bar to fill another order, you found your mind often leading you to your new acquaintances. There was something magnetic about these two men—Bucky’s quiet demeanor and Steve’s easy warmth. And though you didn’t know it yet, something told you this was just the beginning of a connection that would unfold in unexpected ways.

After serving the two soldiers and exchanging pleasantries with Peggy, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, especially by James. His quiet intensity lingered in your thoughts, even as you moved around the diner, taking orders and serving meals. There was a strange pull in the air every time you glanced in his direction—something about the way he observed you, as though he were piecing together a puzzle. Despite the din of chatter and clinking dishes, your mind kept returning to that brief moment of eye contact with him. His gaze had been steady, almost penetrating, and there was an inexplicable tension in the air that made your stomach flip.

The evening wore on and you found yourself stealing glances at the two soldiers, but every time he caught your gaze, he offered nothing more than a small, unreadable smile before turning his attention back to his drink. Steve, on the other hand, was much easier to talk to—his smile was warm, and he didn’t seem to mind the casual conversations that passed between them. But James… James was something else entirely.

Finally, as your shift came to a close, you finished your last table and wiped down the counter one final time. The steady hum of the diner slowly began to quiet as the soldiers started to trickle out, leaving you with only the soft chatter of the kitchen staff and the occasional clink of cutlery. You were ready to head home, though you couldn’t deny a small part of you was still wishfully thinking that the night would have grown longer so you could go chatter with the two soldiers.

You grabbed your coat and made your way to the back door of the diner. The night air was chilly, but it was a welcome change from the warmth of the cramped kitchen. As you stepped outside into the alleyway behind the diner, you felt the cool breeze against your skin, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Just as you started walking toward your apartment, a familiar rumble of an engine broke through the quiet night. You turned your head, and there, parked in the shadows, was a motorcycle—dark, sleek, and unmistakable Harley Davidson WLA. James stood next to it, his leather jacket gleaming under the dim streetlights.

“Hey,” he said casually, leaning against the bike, one hand resting on the handlebar. There was a smirk on his lips, but his dark eyes still carried that unreadable intensity.

You blinked, surprised to see him. “I didn’t expect to see you out here.”

James raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening slightly. “Thought I’d catch you before you disappeared into the night. I was a bit doubtful to succeed though with the way you carry yourself in a crowd, I figured you’d be out of here before anyone noticed.” He said, a teasing grin tugging at his lips as he leaned against his motorcycle, playfully acknowledging how good you are at your job, but also teasing you about being busy.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, your nerves suddenly flaring as the distance between you closed. “You really do have a way of showing up, don’t you?”

He gave a casual shrug. “Guess I’m just good at finding people.” James’ tone was playful, but there was an underlying warmth there, as though he were genuinely interested. “So, what are you doing after this? Walking home alone in the dark?” He tilted his head, looking at you with a hint of concern mixed with amusement.

You hesitated, glancing down the quiet street. “I live a couple of blocks away. It’s not too bad.” “I can give you a ride,” he offered, his voice low, yet confident. He gestured to the motorcycle. “It’s faster than walking, and less dangerous than wandering around by yourself.”

There was a brief pause as you considered it. James wasn’t the kind of guy you normally struck up a conversation with, but something about the way he was looking at you made you hesitate for a moment longer. You met his eyes, a little bit of a challenge in your gaze. “You think you’re the only one with wheels, Sergeant Barnes?”

His smirk deepened, the playful tone in his voice turning a little more serious. “I’m sure you can find your way home just fine,” he said, stepping closer, his presence commanding, “but I wouldn’t mind keeping you company for the ride.”

You raised an eyebrow, deciding to have a little fun with it. “And what makes you think I’d accept a ride from you? We’ve barely even met tonight, James. For all I know, you could be a dangerous psychopath. You know, stranger danger.”

He chuckled softly, a sound that was more genuine than she expected. “That’s true,” he agreed, the smile on his lips turning more teasing. “James Barnes, at your service. But you can just call me Bucky.”

“Well, Bucky,” you said, testing his nickname out for the first time, your voice lighter than before, “I guess I could use the company. It’s not every day someone offers me a ride home.” Bucky uncrossed his arms and pushed off the bike, taking a few steps closer, and the way his eyes met hers made your pulse quicken. “So, is that a yes, then?” Your lips quirked in a small smile, your curiosity now piqued. “I’m saying I’ve got nothing better to do and that I’m careless enough to indulge in a bit of adventure.” You took a step toward him. “Lead the way.”

“Glad to hear it,” Bucky replied, his smile widening as he moved to the bike and gestured for you to climb on behind him. As you straddled the motorcycle, he turned to you and lent her the only helmet that he had. It had to be his as it was a bit too big for you. He helped you secure it tightly on your head, taking his time to gently brush away your hair and buckling the safety gear.

The soldier started the engine after placing himself in front of you, a low rumble vibrating through the handlebars. “Hold on tight,” he said with a soft voice, a hint of something deeper in his tone. He felt a slight shiver run down his spine—not from the cold, but from the sudden warmth that pressed against his back.

Your arms slid around his waist, tentative at first, but then firming up as you settled in behind him. It was a simple, intimate gesture, one that caught him off guard, and yet it felt right. The weight of your arms against him was a comforting contrast to the harshness of the world outside, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to enjoy the sensation that made the noise of the engine fade into the background.

You rode through the streets with the wind whipping around you, Bucky smoothly guiding his motorcycle while making small talk as you passed by the dimly lit streets of the city. He was casual, but every now and then, he’d throw in a question that felt more personal than a regular chat.

“So, where am I taking you?” Bucky asked, his voice cutting through the sound of the engine. His tone was light, but there was an underlying curiosity in it, like he was genuinely interested in getting to know you.

You hesitated for a moment, the rush of the ride making you feel both exhilarated and exposed. But you didn’t mind. There was something about Bucky’s presence that made you feel safe, even with the uncertainty of the night. You leaned in a little closer, your voice rising just enough to be heard over the wind.

“My place’s a few blocks down,” you said, giving him the address, your breath steady despite the pounding of your heart. You hoped to any listening deity out there that he couldn’t feel it through the leather of his jacket. “Right past the old bookstore on the corner. Just follow this road and take a left at the next light.”

Bucky nodded, committing the directions to memory as he maneuvered the bike effortlessly through the streets. As you neared the turn, you pointed it out for him, guiding him as he followed the path you set. You couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself. It felt strangely natural, this back-and-forth of directions, the way you were working together to reach your destination.

“Indulge me a bit,” he started, his voice almost drowned by the hum of the engine but still reaching your ears clearly, “what’s someone like you doing in a place like back there?”

You laughed lightly, the wind pulling your hair as you leaned closer to his back to stay steady. “You mean, why am I working in a diner in the middle of a warzone?”

“Pretty much.” Bucky’s voice was soft, but there was something about the way he asked that felt like he wanted more than just a simple answer.

You shrugged playfully. “I like it. Keeps me busy and the stories interesting. It’s my little escape from everything. Not to mention it obviously helps me pay the rent, electricity, and everything.”

Bucky nodded, his eyes glinting with interest. “I get that.” Then he paused, as though considering something. “I might be a bit upfront, but I think you’ve got more to you than just working in a diner, though.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. “You really know how to flatter a girl, don’t you?”

“Not really,” Bucky replied, a little more serious now. “I just call it how I see it.”

There was a moment of silence, just the sound of the engine filling the air. Then, out of nowhere, Bucky added, his tone soft but direct, “If you ever need someone to keep you company again, just give me your coordinates.”

You raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at your lips. “Coordinates? What are you, a spy?”

Bucky chuckled. “Let’s just say I know how to find the people I want to.”

His words hung in the air as you considered them. He was being bold, but there was a raw sincerity in his voice that made you smile despite yourself.

“I’ll think about it,” you teased, your hand resting lightly on his waist as you cruised through the streets, the night feeling just a little bit warmer than before.

“Almost there,” you called out, your arms tightening around his waist just slightly as you leaned forward, your breath mixing with the cool night air.

As you reached the final block, Bucky slowed the bike, taking the turn with a smooth motion that made you feel almost weightless. The streets were quieter here, a little less lit, but you knew you were close.

He didn’t immediately pull up to the curb. Instead, he stopped just a little further down the road, near the corner. For a moment, the hum of the engine was the only sound that filled the air, and Bucky took a beat, glancing over his shoulder at you, his expression unreadable but curious.

“You live alone?” he asked casually, though there was a glint of something behind his question, something that made you wonder if it was more than just small talk.

You blinked, a little taken aback. It wasn’t an unusual question, but the way he phrased it made you pause. You shifted slightly, tightening your grip on his waist as you tried to mask the flicker of surprise in your tone. “Why do you wanna know?” you teased lightly, not wanting to reveal too much just yet.

Bucky let out a small laugh, his gaze shifting forward as he fiddled with the bike’s throttle, stalling just a little longer. “I’d like to know if I’m gonna have to share you with anyone else,” he said with a playful edge, though there was a subtle sincerity to his words.

You couldn’t help but laugh, a small sound that felt comfortable in the quiet between you. “Not unless you’re looking to make a new friend. It’s just me,” you said, trying to sound casual, biting your lip as you felt a little flutter in your chest at the idea of him wanting to be that “someone.”

“Good to know,” he murmured, the words almost lost under the hum of the engine, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

You shifted again, about to hop off the bike, but Bucky’s hand reached down, briefly brushing yours. “Hey,” he said, turning just enough to meet your eyes, “If you’re serious about thinking it over, you can find me anytime. I don’t have a phone, but if you need me, just leave a note at the post office near the old church on Third. Ask for me, they’ll know who you mean.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious. “A note at the post office?”

He nodded, his smile widening slightly. “Yeah. I’ll get it. That way you can reach me anytime. I’ll be waiting.”

You chuckled softly, clearly entertained by his resourcefulness. “I’ll stop by if I’m looking for company,” you teased, feeling the growing anticipation of what might come next.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, the playful glint in his eyes returning. “I’ll be there. Just leave a note and I’ll show up.”

With a final glance at him, you dismounted, your feet touching the cool concrete of the sidewalk. You adjusted your coat and gave him one last look. “Thanks for the ride, Bucky. See you around.”

He nodded, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual. “You sure will.”

You turned to head toward your building, but before you got too far, you heard him call out, his voice warm. “Don’t forget about the post office!”

With a small giggle and a final wave, you disappeared around the corner, a little giddy and knowing you’d be back to see him again.

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[droppingartintotheinfinite]

Made a compilation of my favorite pieces from each month of 2024. I’ll put the template I made in a reblog if anyone wants to use it. Top right of each image lists character and fandom, bottom right is which day of the month I drew it. (which is different to the date it was posted here, in most cases, since this blog runs on a queue that’s usually around a month long)

Ramblings about each month and the year overall have been placed under a cut.

It’s interesting looking back… I didn’t even realize how recent some of this stuff was until I was going through my photos. Like September and October weren’t that long ago, but it feels like it’s been ages since I drew those pieces…

I’d completely forgotten about my brief foray back into dsmp stuff at the start of the year. Sure is wild how many of the creators turned out to be terrible… Honestly, that’s a big part of why I haven’t gotten back into it in earnest at any point - every time I feel like I’m ready to get back into it, some completely insane controversy comes out about another cc and I end up backing off until it’s been long enough that it doesn’t feel insensitive to being up the “character =/= creator” argument again.

Unsurprisingly, Undertale has a big presence throughout the year, along with Deltarune. No matter how much time goes by, I don’t think I’ll ever stop being into it. First ever fandom, you know? Shaped my personality at a formative age, and all that.

I didn’t really do much colored stuff in January, apparently. Guess I was more focused on playing around with negative space that month, given the dsmp drawings. (and the Chara one, which is just me doing that but with color. I actually did drawings like that for a couple Undertale characters, but the Chara one was my favorite so that’s the one that made it in)

In February I drew a whole bunch of Burgerpants. Only grabbed one, since I did some other neat stuff that month too, but there were a whole bunch to pick from. Something about him just really appeals to me. I did some Homestuck that month too, along with a fair bit throughout the rest of the year. It’s really terrible that Homestuck is so good despite the everything about it. I think it’s going to live rent free in my brain until I die.

In March I did a little bit more dsmp, but I’m pretty sure it was basically only that drawing. What can I say, nuke imagery is simply too fun to play with. I was really happy with those Undynes as well. I was experimenting with color a lot that month and honestly I’m still proud of those pieces. I should try doing more stuff like that…

There must have been something in the water in April, because I was just absolutely churning out some of the best digital paintings of my life… that third one especially, with Frisk in the bed of flowers, is just… damn, I need to do more stuff like that.

May was another month where I didn’t do much colored stuff, but I did do some Trigun art. I think that was probably the month I rewatched the original anime and realized how good it is. The Chara drawing was inspired by - you know those old pieces, I think the artist was called Teoft? They did a series of Undertale pieces with various characters as super ominous looking angels. My style doesn’t really carry across vibe as well (at least not with the brush I was using there) but it was fun to play around with and I never get tired of drawing wings.

June is all OC stuff, because that’s the month before Artfight so I was remastering all my old OC refs. Inevitably, I’ll end up doing that again this year, since I’ve changed a bunch of their outfits since then…

July is Artfight month, which I usually put this blog on hiatus during, but I ended up drawing so much stuff that year I didn’t have to. Like not only was it the most prolific I’ve been as far as Artfight attacks go, but I was also doing enough stuff on top of that to have had genuine trouble picking only four pieces to put here… like, again, clearly something in the water.

In August I was playing around with representations of the player in Undertale and Deltarune. Puppet imagery has historically been my go-to for that, but that was around the time I finally played Slay the Princess, so I had hands on the mind too. The eyes were inspired by Murderbot Diaries fanart, because there’s a character in that series who often gets represented that way and I always thought it looked super cool.

I had a really cool piece I was working on September for the Undertale anniversary, but I never ended up finishing it. So instead there’s a bunch of Deltarune stuff. I mean, close enough, right…?

In October we see the first appearances of both Parkciv and ISAT, though my earliest ISAT stuff is actually from late September. All of the Parkciv drawings I’ve posted were done in one day and I haven’t drawn anything for it since. ISAT, on the other hand, is still dominating this blog. When the hyperfixation hits, amirite?

November is entirely ISAT, somewhat unsurprisingly. What can I say, I just really like Loop. And drawing them in dresses is fun.

December, on the other hand, is entirely Undertale! Not that it was the only thing I drew necessarily - I did some ISAT stuff too - but that was the month I started my Undertale AU askblog, so it was occupying an even larger portion of my head than it usually does. Actually, the majority of the art I did last month was for the askblog - I’ve been focusing on it pretty hard. It’s probably the most consistently invested I’ve been in making an au since like… Reverietale.

Overall, I’m really happy with what I’ve made this year. I don’t think I’ve necessarily made any insane strides as an artist or anything - I got slightly better at anatomy and perspective, but nothing crazy - but in a lot of ways I think that’s a mark of how far I’ve come as an artist - that I’ve reached a level where I don’t really feel like there are any big changes to my style as a whole I need to make to keep improving, and instead I’m taking what I already have and refining it. I think over the course of the last year I’ve reached a point where I actually consider my art to be consistently at a professional level.

I think, at some point soon, I’m going to start actually doing commissions for real. I’ve already got most of the pricing stuff figured out…

Well, happy new year! Despite everything… I think I’m looking forward to the future.

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

The Other Side of Paradise (Glass Animals)

Bye bye baby blue/I wish you could see the wicked truth/Caught up in a rush, it's killing you/Screaming at the sun, you blow into/Curled up in a grip when we were us/Fingers in a fist like you might run/I settle for a ghost I never knew/Superparadise I held on to

"It's just like. The angstiest of songs. If you listen to it you get it."

The Mind Electric (Miracle Musical)

See how the serfs work the ground (See how they fall)/And they give it all they've got/And they give it all they've got/And you give it all you've got 'til your down/See how the brain plays around/And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see/And you fall inside a hole inside a-/Someone help me

Understand what’s going on inside my mind/Doctor, I can’t tell if I’m not me

Nuns commence incanting as the lightning strikes mine temples thus/Electrifying mine chambers wholly, scorching out thine sovereignty so/Spiralling down thy majesty, I beg of thee have mercy on me/I was just a boy, you see! I plead of thee, have sympathy for me!

"The lyrics just hit hard with all of the imagery and shit, being used alongside the song glitching and a 3 minute long sequence (an un-glitched version of the song) that plays backwards in full before the song begins, conjure up a very interesting view/idea/image of losing your sanity. Plus, the song has a really interesting history in terms of its creation."

"first listen: "damn its weird that this has itself backwards haha" second listen: ⚡️⚡️🧠SEE HOW THE BRAIN PLAYS AROUND🌩😈AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE YOU COULDNT SEE☁️⚡️AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE INSIDE A🤴🗣SOMEONE HELP ME⛈️🪐UNDERSTAND WHATS GOING ON INSIDE MY MIND🗣⚡️DOCTOR I CANT TELL IF IM NOT ME!!!🌩🌩☄️ anyway, there are actually 2 versions of this song !! since the first half of the song is the second half backwards, but one of the halves has a series of artistic glitches and repeats and skips! the "distorted version", which is what youll find on spotify, has the glitchy half played forwards, and the "nondistorted version", which is what the official channel posted on youtube, is reversed so the unglitched half plays forwards! its a remaster of a previous song Joe Hawley worked on as a member of Tally Hall called "Inside the Mind of Simon", and it has TONS of little easter eggs and details scattered throughout. distorted speech from old movies, clips from old songs, theres this part where chanting voices sing "axon, dendrite" and "help me" over and over which (imo) you really only hear if you know to look for them, theres an intricate synth arpeggio throughout the entire climax of the song that im in love with— its the source of the synth tune in the next song on the album, Labyrinth (the funny "i am the mouse" song)! i have yet to find a blorbo i cant picture to it but considering that my main oc's theme is madness, its her perfect chance to star. in conclusion, your honor, I love the mind electric."

"it's a story of a man getting sentenced to an asylum for a murder he didn't commit, and there he is subjected to electroshock therapy. the synth alone fucked me up the first time I heard it. not to mention the awesome lyrics and various styles throughout the song. oh also the first 3ish minutes of the song are in reverse. so there's that."

"Somehow I feel like it's the story of my life. Also, the first half of the song is the second half of the song played in reverse."

The Mind Electric submitted by @lesleyn +@omegasmileyface +@that-bi-fan + others

[rattkween86]

Thank you sm for the tag @midnightestsun 🥰

-`♡´- last song: Memorial - Remastered by Explosions in the Sky https://open.spotify.com/track/3iRyCBbgaj6e30YmbW2liD?si=dd96220b1c614613

-`♡´- currently watching: Rewatching The Magicians with my friend and personally watching Game of Thrones occasionally and Stranger Things on repeat (again).

-`♡´- three ships:

.Ineffable Husbands - Listen, I have never seen a more real and natural depiction of falling in love with your best "not" friend in my entire life, and it makes me so emotional.

.Billy Hargrove x JJ Feron - I don't really care if it's cheating since she's my OC. I love them so much together, and there were no rules.

.Gator Tillman x Win Lewis - This might be cheating part two because it's my friend's OC, but again...there were no rules, and I literally melt every time I read about them, so they're on the list lol.

-`♡´- favorite color: gray 🩶

-`♡´- currently consuming: a ginger snap latte ☕

-`♡´- first ship: Hilson. Before I even knew what a ship was, 12 year old me saw them on TV and said "oh yeah, they're in love."

-`♡´- relationship status: Delusionally taken by a fictional man who wouldn't even spit in my direction if he were real 💗

-`♡´- film: Besides documentaries, the last film I watched was The Broken Hearts Gallery. Yes, I cried.

-`♡´- currently working on: Getting through school and finishing my holiday mini series ✨

no pressure tags: @jozstankovich @watermeezer @hippiegoth97 @chatteringfox

[cilil]

feel free to ignore if this is too personal a question, but i’m curious- what does the username cilil mean / why did you choose it?

Heh! Good question, anon, I'm actually surprised nobody asked that yet (not on here at least), so let me tell you a fun little story.

cilil - or Cílil, if we want to be grammatically correct - is technically just that: A name. It's Sindarin and means "renewal" (cîl - renewal plus feminine suffix -il).

Since I know some have been wondering about this, I want to take the opportunity to add that Sindarin c is always pronounced [k], so it's "kilil", not church Latin style "silil"; though don't worry about it, since it's just my username and the latter version sounds like "seal-il" I don't get my panties in a twist about it or anything :D

I made the name Cílil many years ago, years before I showed up here or talked to anyone in the Tolkien fandom. It was supposed to be given to a Maia who is wandering Middle-earth on her own to experience life and be part of creation, unaligned with both the good and evil Ainur - just on her own and serving no Vala.

At the time, however, I didn't really "do the OC thing" - not trying to be shady or act like I'm "better" of course, I've grown to love OCs, have a few of my own and support them, as you all know. It was just what my modus operandi and level of comfort was at the time; I still had cringe culture to kill, plus being in other fandoms and whatnot, so the idea was shelved for the time being.

Then, years later, I came back to the Silmarillion fandom and it suddenly occurred to me that the username(s) I was using at the time were rather specific to my old fandom that I wished to leave behind. To make matters worse, I had just joined a Discord server and was now sitting in front of my laptop, mildly panicking like "girl think quickly now and rename yourself before people know you under a name you no longer want".

Cílil was the first that came to mind. And I liked it - not just the sound of it, but also because it was so fitting. Renewal. That was exactly what I was doing. Closing a chapter, going somewhere else, beginning a new one, starting from scratch (most notably this blog). It was poetic in a way. And so I took it. Just put it in lower case because I liked that aesthetically and some sites like Tumblr and AO3 don't allow the í, so there.

As for the Maia whose name I stole, I also kind of stole the whole persona to turn it into a sort of bit for me to play, this funny little meta side joke that I am a Maia who's hanging out with the mortals in Middle-earth and spilling all the tea and sharing all the stories I collected over the years. It's just a thing I do with all my online personae for shits and gigs and running gags with friends, pretending I'm part of the universe in question in some silly (dare I say sill-il? :P) way.

The character, though I never introduced them on this blog, has since been revamped, remade, remixed, remastered and most importantly renamed, but they keep "Cílil" as one of the many alternate names they were given in Middle-earth, just as a sort of easter egg. They would've required a Quenyan name as a default anyway, so that all worked out nicely.

So yeah. This is the lore of Cílil/cílil/cilil. Hope you all enjoyed the ancient lore :)

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart (Remastered)-Part Three

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)SERIES WARNINGS: (not specific to each chapter): violence, implied sexual assault, drug use, drinking, smut, murder, cursing, age-gap relationships, power dynamics, angst, slight slow burn, cheating... will update warnings as needed. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a rewrite! I originally wrote this, which can still be found in my master list, years and years ago and finally have decided to spruce it up a bit. This will be in third person POV and updated to be less... cringy as the original. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. I haven't written anything serious in years so this is me dipping my toes back in :) Face credit for OC is Taylor Momsen :) Tag List: @coffee-obsessed-writer @kazosa @lovealways-j @lovetusk @sorenmarie87 @smoothdogsgirl

Kylin spent the next four weeks in Austin. The first week, she barely left her bed, and barely ate. The second week, after most of the bruises had healed and only a minor scar remained above her right eyebrow, she ventured into the living room and out into the backyard. The third week, she had been so grateful that no one had brought up what happened, that she began to talk again. By the fourth week she felt almost better and decided that it was time for her to go back to Dallas. Jensen had insisted that she could stay, of course, but he also understood her need to move on and get past what had been the last three years of her life. He lent her enough money to find a new loft in one of the sub cities in the metroplex, and by the end of the second month, she had gone back to bartending. She had been in the industry before Anthony had stopped her from working, and the job came naturally to her. She was only working for the gentleman’s club for two months when she was given the promotion to bar manager. Her life was actually somewhat normal, and she felt her start to become a version of her old self again.

“Kylin, hun, I need your help tonight,” John, one of the floor managers, asked with his hands formed in a steeple before him. He was a large man with muscles on top of muscles, who was constantly sweating,  and looked absolutely ridiculous begging her for anything. 

“I’m not dancing again, John, stop asking,” Kylin smirked as she scraped the barcode off another empty bottle before she threw it in the trash.

“What? No. Not that. Well, that would actually help, too…Nevermind, stop distracting me, “ He grinned, walking around the edge of the bar.

“Then what? Kinda busy here, babe.” She replied with a sigh as another ticket appeared from the printer. She started working on the order as she waited for John to continue.

“Lucy called in sick, and there’s supposed to be this huge group of people tonight. Apparently there’s a comic convention or something in town and a few of the celebrities chose here to after party.” John stated as he wiped the never-ending downpour of sweat from his brow, “They literally rented out the entire VIP section.” 

“Okay, so? Don’t give yourself a stroke, big man. I’ll handle it.” Kylin replied with rolled eyes. She gathered the other bartenders and together they came up with a game plan. John stood back with an obvious relieved look on his face. The poor man was constantly a nervous wreck. 

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The managers had banned together to rearrange the VIP section for more privacy for the special guests while Kylin worked at cleaning and stocking the bar for the interesting night ahead of them. By the time the guests had arrived, though, the wait staff was running around like decapitated chickens and the floor bosses were doing what they could to put out the fires in their wake. John was helping Kylin behind the bar at the same time as attempting to run drinks for Andrea, another one of the bartenders, and was honestly doing more harm than good after his third broken bottle of Scotch.

“God fucking damnit, John. Get from behind my bar! Go find me a real damn barback!” Kylin screamed as she pushed him out from the area with a huff. He quickly ran and hid at Andrea’s well area. He knew better than to be in Kylin’s way when she was overwhelmed. 

“Fucking hell, I thought that was you.” Came a deep, rough chuckle from the other side of the bar. Kylin’s skin prickled instantly, recognizing the voice. 

She turned slowly around to see the handsome man leaning over with his arms crossed on the bar top, empty glass in front of him. He was wearing a worn leather jacket, black tee, and his thick rimmed glasses. A smirk played on his lips as his eyes danced over her. Her uniform of a small black tank top and itty bitty shorts left little to the imagination. 

She gave a cringey smile of embarrassment and scratched the top of her head, “Err, Hey, Jeff. Uh, sorry about that.” 

“Ha! Hon, that was adorable. You made him run away like a baby!” He barked out a laugh as she walked over to where he was to refill his glass. 

“Still drinking whiskey?” She asked, changing the subject.

“Yup. Get yourself one too, while you're at it.” 

“Thanks, I need it.” She smiled and pulled out a shot glass for herself.

As she filled the glasses, her favorite dancer, Cali, threw herself onto one of the barstools towards the end of the bar. Kylin turned her attention to her after taking the shot. The pretty blonde sighed in exhaustion and laid her head on her arm draped across the bar top. “This place is ridiculous tonight, how is your bar so empty?”

“Pssh, It’s not. You see this printer? Hasn’t stopped.” Kylin nodded in the direction of the computer as the next three receipts emerged. 

Kylin made the orders and dropped them at the well as the waitresses lined up to grab them. She had almost gotten completely caught up when she heard Cali shriek.

“Holy crap, you’re Negan!” 

“Why, yes mam, I am,” was Jeffrey’s reply, and Kylin instantly winced as she faced them. 

“Christ, Cal, reel it in a bit.” Kylin glared as she watched the younger woman make her way over to where Jeff was sitting.

“Holy fucking shit,” Cali said, ignoring her completely as she perched herself on the stool next to the man, “How are you doing tonight, sir?”

“Doing good, how about yourself?” He replied, an amused smirk on his face. He proceeded to entertain her for a few minutes as Kylin got back to work. The constant flow of tickets distracted her until she heard Cali’s high voice pitchup again.

“Kylin! You didn’t tell me you know famous people!” She screeched, leaning over the bar on her elbows with her knees in the stool.

“I know famous people, I guess?” Kylin shrugged, which made Jeff laugh. Kylin refilled Jeffrey’s glass again and gave Cali a redbull. 

“Can I get some vodka in this?” The girl mumbled while she poked a straw through the tab. Kylin glared at her with her hand on her hip. 

“Whatever,” Cali replied as she leaped from the seat and turned to Jeff, an innocent look on her face, “Wanna get some dances?”

“Not tonight dear, sorry,” Jeff replied with a shake of his head, secretly earning him an internal sigh of relief from Kylin. He pulled out a few twenties from his jacket pocket and handed them to her. She smiled widely and looked to Ky, then back to Jeff, then back to Ky again and wiggled her eyebrows with a wink. Kylin replied with a roll of her eyes and went back to work.

Jeffrey stayed at the bar the rest of the evening, making small talk with her when she got a moment to come refill his glass. About thirty minutes before closing, while she was starting to clean up, a second loud voice finally joined the bar.

“There you are, God damn, you fuckin’ disappeared!” Kylin turned to see Norman Reedus clutch Jeff on the shoulder and drunkenly lean against the bar beside him. He looked towards Kylin and purred, “And who do we have here?”

“Norm, this is Kylin. Jensen’s baby sister.” Jeff answered, sarcasm covered the word ‘baby’ with a mocking tone. He gripped Norman’s shoulder a little tighter in warning, “I met her in Austin a few months ago. I told you about her, remember?”

“Oh yeah. Well, that makes sense as to why we haven’t seen you all night.” Norman teased. He winked at Jeffrey and flashed a grin before turning his attention back to Ky.

“You’re a cute little thing, What you weigh? About a buck?” Norman asked as he lit a cigarette.

“Jesus, fucker. Have some couth.” Jeffrey barked with wide eyes and an embarrassed laugh.

“Soaking wet.” Kylin smirked. She cocked her eyebrow as she watched Norman’s eyes roam her frame.

Jeffrey huffed out another laugh as Norman choked on the smoke in his lungs.

“I like you,” Norman replied with narrowed eyes. He pointed to her with the fingers holding his cigarette in a knowing gesture. He nodded to Kylin as he stepped away from the bar and started back towards the small group of people nearest to them. He looked back to Jeff and gave him a knowing look, eyes still squinted. 

Jeffrey shook his head as he turned back to Ky and propped his chin in the palm of his hand and elbow on the bartop, “What are you doing later?”

“It’s two in the morning, babe. I’m cleaning this bar and then going to bed.” Kylin answered, gesturing to the area behind her. 

“Hmm, well, I suppose I’ll let you get to it before I miss my ride,” He glanced over to the group of his friends that were making their way out of the small section and towards the exit. 

He pulled his phone out from his pocket and placed it on the bar in front of him, open on the ‘Add Contact’ screen. Kylin looked at him as she picked up the phone and quickly tapped in her number and name before giving it back to him. He grinned as he opened the camera and gestured for her to take a picture with him. She let out a breathy laugh as she climbed on top of the freezer and leaned over to get into the frame. Jeffrey clicked the button with a big smile on both of their faces. 

“Send that to me?” She asked as she hopped down. 

“Of course,” He replied, a grin still playing on his face as he rose up from his seat.

“It was good seeing you again, girl. Glad to see you’ve been taking care of yourself.” Jeff said as he watched Ky walk around the side of the bar to give him a hug. 

“Thanks, Jeff. That means a lot.” She replied with a squeeze. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight and kissed the top of her head. His scent enveloped her and she breathed deep as the butterflies danced in her stomach.

“Anytime, Sweetheart,” He said as they pulled apart from each other, “Text me when you get home?”

Kylin nodded to him with a smile as he gave her another wave and turned to catch up with his friends. 

‘Holy fucking shit.’ was the only thing she could think.

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   The next day, Kylin awoke to two new text messages. Both from Jeffrey. One was a picture from the night before, the other asking what she had planned for the day

“Nothing that i know of, today’s my day off FINALLY, lol.” She replied before she crawled out of the comfort of her bed.

“You should come to the con. I can leave you a pass.” Came his response moments later.

“I guess I don’t have anything better to do today ;)” She sent back, hoping he registered her teasing tone. 

“Well good ;) Come hang out with some old men.” 

Kylin shook her head with a laugh as she made her way to the bathroom to ready herself for the day.

Jeffrey sent Kylin the details that were needed while she stood in front of her closet to try and find something to wear. She found herself in a pair of shorts, (even though it was October, it was Texas and still in the 90’s) and a Family Business Beer Co shirt that was cut to hang off her shoulder. She also laced up her converse and tied a flannel shirt around her waist, in case she found herself out late enough that it got chilly. She did some basic makeup of lashes and a dark lip, wanting to avoid the possibility of it getting messed up.

Anxiety and nervousness started to sit in as she pulled into the parking lot of the convention center. Sure, she had hung out with actors before, and had been to numerous cons, but not without the safety blanket that was her brother and his friends. She grinned at the thought of how pissed she knew Jensen was going to be when he found out that she had gone against his obvious wishes and hung out with Jeff. She figured her excuse would be that she was a grown woman and allowed to do as she pleased, and after three years of hell, she deserved to have a little fun. Plus, they were just going to be hanging out as friends, right?

She entered the convention center and found the front desk where Jeff had told her her pass would be. She gave the receptionist her name, who lifted her eyes and asked to see her ID. She showed the lady her card and was handed over the gold pass and itinerary before being pointed to the direction of the lounge. She texted Jeff to let him know she was there, and he responded that he would meet her soon. Once she found where she was supposed to be, she sat herself at the bar and ordered a Bloody Mary while she waited. 

A side door that she hadn’t noticed before opened up and Norman popped his head out, “Psst, Ackles, over here.”

It was obvious that Norman was trying to avoid being seen by the few fans in the vicinity, so Kylin quickly grabbed her drink and scurried over to him. He opened the door wide enough for her to fit though and led her down a small hallway to the green room.

“Jeff got called to a photo op real quick, so he sent me to get ya. I’ve gotta get goin’ myself, though, but just wait here and he should be back in a sec.” Norman explained as they stepped through the door. The small room was filled with couches and tables adorned with snacks and drinks, and Kylin nodded in response while taking a sip of her drink. 

She was scrolling through social media and chewing on her straw when the door opened a few minutes later and his voice was heard, “ Thought you were a whiskey girl.” 

She looked up at him with a snort and shrugged, “Breakfast of champion.” She raised her glass in salutation.

Jeffrey chuckled as she stood up and stepped towards him. He opened his arms and she settled into them in what was only a semi-awkward embrace. 

“Thanks for comin’, hon. It’s good to see you again.” He drawled, looking down at her with his arms still wrapped around her shoulders.

She peered up at him and let a small smile creep across her face, “Good to see you too, Mr. Morgan.” 

They sat on the couch, close, but not uncomfortably so. He put his arm across the back of the sofa, his hand near her shoulder but not touching it, and turned towards her with a grin.

“How’s the con going? I haven’t been to one of these things in a while.” She asked as she drained her glass of the remaining tomatoey drink and placed it on a nearby table. She shifted slightly to look at him better. He was wearing his leather jacket, dark shirt, and glasses again. 

“It’s alright. Not the worst, but still pretty chaotic.” He started with a sigh, “They oversold everything and everyone’s squeezed in here like fuckin’ sardines. The line for autos was so long they had to start going by section because the fire marshal almost had a fit. People are pissed. Norm almost fought someone over a damn cigarette break.” He shook his head and lifted his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Sounds like a shit storm,” Kylin replied, a sympathetic look on her face. She knew how stressful cons could be, and when one thing didn’t go right, a lot of other shit usually didn’t go right either.

Jeff had about an hour break before he had to get back to photo ops and autographs, which the two of them spent catching up some more. He commented again on how he was happy to see that it seemed she was doing better, and she thanked him for it again. The topic then changed to the horror stories that had been his past few conventions, and how he and his most recent girlfriend had called it quits.

“That’s the reason I was at Jensen’s that weekend. Crazy broad followed me all the way down there trying to ‘fix shit’ after I found her in bed with some Estonian male model.” He huffed. He shook his head to rid the memory and mumbled something under his breath that Kylin wasn’t able to make out.

“That’s fucking horrible, dude. I’m sorry.” Kylin sympathized, and reached out to touch his hand that was resting on his knee. He let his eyes linger there for a moment before looking back up to her.

“What are you doing tonight?” He suddenly asked with an intense gaze.

A blush creeped up along her neck and she moved her hand away to fiddle with her phone in her lap, “I don't have anything planned.”

“Come out with me. We’re going to the bar district here and it would be nice to have a tour guide.” He reached over and grabbed her hand back from her phone, returning her attention to him.

She thought about it for a moment before answering. What’s the worst that could happen? “Sure, what time?”

“Prolly around ten-ish. Can you meet us at the hotel? We’re supposed to be within walking distance of the bars.” He asked before telling her what hotel they were all staying at.

“Sure, that’s not that far from me,” She replied, taking her hand back to check the time on her phone. It was near six. 

He looked at his watch before he cleared his throat and rasped, “Damn sugar, it’s time for me to go back to work.” 

He twisted himself off the couch then reached down to give her a hand up, “ You can stay here if you like. No one will fuck with you. Or you can go explore, whatever you wanna do.” 

“I think I’ll go explore a bit before heading home to get ready. Any preference on attire?” She replied, still holding onto his hand that swayed back and forth between them.

“Oooh, sweetheart. I’m sure you’ll still be the most gorgeous girl in the room with anything you wear.” He said smoothly. He ran his tongue over his top teeth and flashed her a wolfish grin. 

She looked away with another blush, “I guess I’ll see what I can do.” 

The handler came in seconds later to escort Jeffrey to his next task. He gave Kylin a tight squeeze and kissed the crown of her head again before he sauntered away and out the door. She stayed in the greenroom for a few minutes while she gathered her thoughts around what had just happened before she slipped out of the room herself. 

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After walking around the vendor area for a bit and looking at everything, Kylin headed home. She showered and got ready for the night while her anxiety continued to drive her crazy. She had blow dried her hair to perfect straightness and redid her makeup, though this time she added dark eyeshadow and left her lips nude. She slipped herself into a form-fitting black dress with black pumps to match, and adorned her wrists and fingers and neck with various pieces of jewelry. Jeffrey had already sent her the details on where to meet him, and so as soon as she was done she headed back out the door.

She sent him a text when she arrived, and he replied back with his room number. She made her way up the elevator to his floor, nervously fidgeting with a ring on her finger. She wasn’t as nervous once she actually got to his door, and she even smiled as she stepped up and knocked.

Jeffrey answered the door quickly, and his jaw dropped as his eyes took in her appearance. She felt a ping of panic flare again, and it seemed as though her body was having a similar reaction to his. He was wearing a deep blue dress shirt under a black blazer, and nice jeans and nice shoes. He had abandoned his glasses for contacts and his eyes seemed brighter than she remembered.

“God damn, baby girl, look at you.” He breathed, and jokingly clutched his chest as if to stave off a heart attack. He held his hand out for her to take as he escorted her into the suite.

“Everyone, this is Kylin,” He said cheekily, wrapping an arm tight around her waist and pulling her into his side, “She will be our tour guide for this evening.” 

“God bless Texas,” was called, which made Kylin flush in embarrassment.

Jeffrey introduced Kylin to everyone, and they all gave her smiles, waves, and handshakes. She found it relieving to be able to partake in their conversations easily while they waited on a couple members of the group to finish getting ready.

They soon departed from the hotel and walked in a group down the streets of Dallas for the few blocks it took to get to the bar district that was known as Deep Ellum. The guys all admired the graffiti artwork and murals that adorned a few of the buildings and Kylin pointed out all her favorite ones. JEff stayed by her side the entire time, occasionally throwing his arm over her shoulders and reeling her into him. They stole glances back and forth as they walked through the streets. 

They had made it to the fourth small dive bar sometime around one-thirty, and by that time everyone in the group was slightly intoxicated, though some more than others. Kylin was just tipsy enough to be a little more daring and flirt with Jeff. They were sitting in a booth towards the back with everyone, just joking and laughing. She was happy that she fit in so perfectly. 

“Isn’t she fuckin’ beautiful?” Jeffrey rasped as he interrupted Andrew and his tirade of something that Kylin seemed to be listening intently to. She flushed, eyes going wide as she turned to see Jeffrey shamelessly staring at her. He brought the arm behind her around to play with a piece of her hair, and a grin rose to his face as he watched her face continue to redden at his praise.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. J,” Kylin replied slyly, her southern accent peaking through due to the alcohol. He gave her a smirk and a wink as he wrapped himself around her a little more.

She had been so captivated by Jeffrey that she hadn’t even noticed that everyone had turned to look at the both of them. Until, of course, Norman let out a mocking, “awhhhh” and everyone joined in making kissing sounds. Kylin leaned into Jeff’s side and hid her face with an embarrassed grin. Even with the teasing, it was the most comfortable she had felt in such a situation in a long time. The odd sensation of fingertips touching her skin didn’t make her skin crawl, and she felt like she could speak openly without being ridiculed. She didn’t feel the need to make herself seem small. Kyin lifted her head and looked up to Jeff, the whole group distracted back to their original conversation. She could see something in his eyes that oddly looked like adoration. He cupped her face with his hand that wasn’t wrapped around her, and gently stroked her cheek. He let his thumb run over the scar above her eyebrow, and she felt her lips part as she sucked in a small breath of air. She subconsciously leaned into his touch. 

Being the gentleman he was, though, Jeffrey moved his hand away and put a bit of space between them. Kylin was relieved, but also sad at the loss of contact. He cleared his throat as he straightened us both up, moving his arm back to its original place on the back of the bench. Kylin sat upright and took a sip from the glass of water in front of her to wash away the fog in her brain. It was only a few minutes after that the house lights brightened, signaling it was time to pay their tabs and head out. 

With it being two in the morning, the October chill had finally begun to set in, and Kylin shivered as they walked down Pearl Street and back to the hotel. Without her even asking, Jeffrey shrugged off his blazer and placed it over her shoulders.

“Thank you,” She said as she tugged the warmth closer to her. The smell of his expensive cologne mixed with his natural musk flooded her, the scent just as intoxicating as the alcohol in her system. 

“Anytime, Sweetheart,” Jeffrey replied with a deep chuckle when he caught her burying her nose into the collar. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder again as they continued to walk down the street, just a little bit behind the rest of the group. 

When they arrived back at the hotel, Kylin slowed herself down in the parking lot and Jeff told everyone he was going to walk her to her car.

“Sure you don’t wanna come up darlin’? You good to drive?” Jeff asked, a hopeful look in his eyes, once they approached her vehicle.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” She replied with a chuckle as she looked down to fiddle with her keyes, “I’m good to drive.” 

“Well, alright, then.” Jeff said with a disappointed sigh, “I guess text me when  you get home, then. You forgot last time.” 

“I’ll try to remember,” Kylin smirked up at him through her lashes. He gave her a huff of a laugh as a smile filled his face. He opened his arms and she stepped into his embrace. She curled her arms around his waist as he enclosed her shoulders and placed another kiss on the top of her head. She stepped back after a few moments and shrugged his jacket off in an attempt to return it.

“You keep it for now, gives me an excuse to see you again,” He said as he held up his hands in refusal.

“You wanna see me again, Mr. Morgan? Kylin asked, raising an eyebrow as the smirk still played on her lips.

“If you wanna see me, Ms. Ackles,” He answered, raising his own eyebrow at her. 

He opened her car door for her, and she threw his jacket and her purse into the passenger seat before she turned back around to him. She looked at him for a few seconds before she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, “I’d love to.” 

The smile that appeared on his face was the sweetest thing she had seen in a long time, and it actually looked like he was blushing a bit. It was strange for her to watch him bashfully back up with and stuff his hands in his pockets as she climbed inside the car. He had always been known for being smooth with the ladies, and was acting like she made him nervous.

She rolled her window down and smiled up at him, “I had a really nice time, Jeff. Thank you.”

He nodded back at her with a grin, and gave her a small wave before turning back to the front of the hotel.

She remembered to text him when she got home.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | OC - Ambrose and Arden x Listener SFW Getting Together With A Flirty Vampire and Grumpy Werewolf [Compilation]

[TMTM4A] [Compilation] [First meeting] [Flirting] [Consensual hypnosis, clear consent is given and discussed before any hypnosis starts, and listener is allowed and able to stop and exit hypnosis at any time] [Comfort] [Sleep aid] [Feelings confession] [Polyamory] [Pet play/Pet regression] [Age regression] [Injured listener] [TW mentions of blood, injury, Ambrose's past trauma and PTSD] [Chronic pain/illness comfort]

A compilation of every part of the Love Bites series so far. Audio and acting quality will get better throughout the compilation, as these audios are from February 2022 to October 2024, so if this is your first time listening to my audios or these characters, please forgive the lesser quality audios at the beginning. That being said, because some of the audios are so old and were made with my old microphone, some of them have been remastered for this compilation!

This compilation does not include 1 of the sfw audios (the aftercare one as it's age restricted) and none of the 7 exclusive Patreon Fledgling tier spicy audios for these characters.

And keep in mind because some of these audios are so old, the lore in them is out of date (e.g. originally Ambrose and Arden were platonic partners then I changed them to romantically very in love, Arden originally states he can turn you to a werewolf as long as he's in his werewolf form, and now what's cannon is he can only turn you if he scratches or bites you during a full moon)

Like with the last compilation, no this doesn't mean the Love Bites series is over. I had a trip in October and didn't have the time to record as many audios but I didn't want you guys to miss any audios so I'm trying something new with making a few compilations. Hopefully the longer audio can work as a nice sleep aid. Also since the last audio here ends with you moving in with them I guess you can think of this like a season 1 if you want too.

If the compilations aren't liked I won't keep doing them, but if they are: Are there any other characters (original or fandom) that you'd like me to upload as a longer compilation? The benefit of the longer videos I suppose are that I don't do midroll ads so you'd get to go longer without getting an ad in a compilation vs a playlist.

Timestamps:

00:00:00 Finding A Werewolf In The Woods

00:25:19 Flirty Vampire Catches You Snooping

00:57:27 Interviewing a Grumpy Werewolf

01:25:23 You Ask Your Vampire Friend to Hypnotise You

01:45:37 Getting Together With Your Werewolf And Vampire Friends

02:32:46: Being a Flirty Vampire's Good Puppy [Pet regression/Pet play]

02:59:10 Sleeping Between A Flirty Vampire and Werewolf

04:04:15 Cuddling Your Werewolf Boyfriend In His Wolf Form

04:29:27 Werewolf Boyfriend Finds You Regressed [Age regression]

04:44:39 Vampire Boyfriend Reassures You When You Regress [Age regression]

05:02:09 Getting Rescued By Your Vampire and Werewolf Boyfriends [Injured listener]

05:32:11 Chronic Pain Comfort From Your Caring Werewolf Boyfriend

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[p4pert0wle]

Something has brought me here again-

Idk I think it may have been like the new remaster to the slender game or smth,but like yeah :3

So I drew Splendorman bc I really like him-

And ig slenderman BUT I HAD NO CLUE ON WHAT TO DO WITH HIM,I'll figure it out sometime and some point.

But it is clear that now is NOT THAT TIME-

Like it's really clear on who I spent more time on but shshshshsh-

I love him,I wanna draw him more bc of how much I love him.BUT THE HATS-

LIKE EVEN WITHOUT THE HAT IT'S HARD TO DRAW HIM-

Actually it's just hard to draw in general

I admire those who can draw these dudes so well bc I ain't that

Anyways this is just a build on an old ref I was making for him

It has alot of the old Ideas I had going on for his current design that I draw but DKJDH-

It's not as bad as I remember it but YARG-

Anyways another

Yes his top part is just a dark grey rather than a consistent black,this was like early in the summer when I drew this.And,still kinda figuring out how I wanted to draw him exactly.

I still really like his pants however so I might keep it??

The other character is my own oc that was a remake of an old oc that I've also now given a remake because.

This was her old design,it was a remake of an older design but AH-

This is her more recent design,her name is Selene :3

I just really like drawing her and Splendorman alot,bc I adore them both.I might post Selene's own drawings that I've done but it'll be it's own post.

But yeah,I forgot that I really liked this fandom.At least as a kid,but I still love all the designs of all the characters.

I leave now..

...

Okay first

Dog :3

And now I leave

[shadowthestoryteller]

Health Hiatus Announcement

This is gonna be a long post, but a necessary one that has quite a bit of important info relating to the future of my creative works concerning the Adventures!AU series. First, look at this lovely new cover art for Off to a Great Start I had done by my bud Arven92 on DA. The title has changed to The Adventure Begins, but the main story within is the same. 

The light reveals their true Alphian form (symbolic only, not a lore aspect) while their shadow shows their ultimate fate as a member of Clone Force 99/Bad Batch. The bookshelves are a key location (library), but the merge into woods represents how they're entering into a very real adventure that isn't just a fantasy they write into books. Really happy how it turned out ^^

Onto the main post! 

TLDR: Adventures!AU is being drastically shortened for my sanity and physical health into two arcs (six books each) but most likely will cease full chapter uploads after arc one as I am tired af, I don’t want to be doing this series into my 50s, and I want to turn my focus back to my originals eventually. Next year will see postings of the series prologue, Anachronism, as well as hopefully the Remaster of Off to a Great Start/The Adventure Begins. I will still be very active on my discord, where some chapters of next year's stories have already been posted. But for my other story posting sites (aka Wattpad) all new Star Wars content is on hiatus until 2026.

Been wanting to make a big post for a while for the people who aren’t a part of the discord, especially since I’ve more or less dropped off the face of tumblr after it became unhealthy due to comparison eating me alive. If you like my work, you’re welcome to join the server which is dedicated to my works. I’m active in there a few times a week, and even post bi-weekly updates as to what I’ve been working on. And I’ve posted six chapters of remastered Off to a Great Start/The Adventure Begins complete with new scenes, new povs, and even more snark! Just message me for the link, I'm still wary of a stalker finding me again.

Now, for the meat of this update. 

Y’all. I am just… dog dead tired. And stressed beyond belief. Some of it isn’t related to the Adventures!AU itself (job hunt, burnout from completing my Masters in May, ect), but a lot of it admittedly is. Considering I’ve written almost 500k words in just under 5 years, it’s no surprise. Some people don’t write that in a lifetime, and I’m out here doing that on top of college. Proud of myself for that. 

What I’m not proud of, however, is ignoring my body’s warning signals and pushing myself past my limits not once, but twice. Once in 2022, and now again in 2024. Nothing major or genuinely life-altering, but when I say my health anxiety went off the rails. Been a rough few weeks lol. 

But that leads me to now. 

Adventures!AU. My series following the adventures of my self-insert as they become a member of Clone Force 99 back when it was just four members, with the added twist of it being in an alternate universe where the Star Wars universe has crossed over with my original stories. It’s not as big as non-self insert series, but Over the River and Through the Woods (which sits at a whopping 66 chapters and 200k+ words) once got #19 out of 60k in the ocs tag. The series has been going since April 2020, seeing four completed stories of various lengths and one WIP that sits at 21 chapters and 93k words. 

Aside from the recently completed Fallen Not Forgotten, it’s been on hiatus since Dec of 2023. At least as far as chapter uploads go. It’s certainly not been collecting dust. To say it underwent some intense restructuring in July is an understatement. A big understatement. 

I originally had seventeen books planned for the series as of three months ago, sectioned into four arcs with Anachronism kinda being a “prologue” to the main Adventures!AU series. Before this timeline is banished to the dream graveyard, I’m sharing it so y’all can at least see where it was gonna go. The four arcs would have had four books each, and were structured thus:

Bonds Forged Through Fire and Storm

Off to a Great Start (25 chapters)

Over the River and Through the Woods (66 chapters)

To the Far Reaches (66 chapters)

Welcome to War Games (25 chapters)

Into the Light Through Acts in the Dark

Commander, Meet the Cat (Remastered, 20 chapters)

Fallen Not Forgotten (Remastered, 20 chapters)

Risk vs Reward (20 chapters)

Bane of My Existence (20 chapters)

Wars of the Realms

Call of the Wild (20 chapters)

Convergence Hijinks (20 chapters)

Let’s See What You’re Really Made Of (20 chapters)

Anachronistic Adventures (20 chapters)

Decaying Dreams and Deadly Dances

Shadow in the Dark (40 chapters)

Murder Uncle Mayhem (40 chapters)

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (40 chapters)

A Legacy in Question(40 chapters)

The plans I had for this series were intricate, deep, and would push many characters to their limits. 

But turns out, it wasn’t just the characters pushed to their breaking point. 

I got sick. A rather severe case of acid reflux that landed me in the docs office for the second time in two years. That started in mid-July, and I’m still dealing with it. Will probably be dealing with the sickness afterward for another month at least. But leading up to all that, I’ve been reflecting on the series as a whole and where exactly I want it to go, how I want it to end, and all that jazz. 

Then I did a scheduling test in Excel using the above chapter load plus the 30 I had planned for Anachronism. Assuming two chapters a month with minimal breaks here and there, this series would finally end in 2050. That is by no means sustainable, and while I have had a lot of fun with this series and daydreaming about the different plotlines is a comfort activity, I can’t see myself writing these books for that long. I really want to publish my original stories some day, but I also won’t pretend that I’m not a bit tired of the series. At least, tired of pushing myself to work on stories that just don’t give the same rush of dopamine they used to. It’s almost a chore now to work on them, at least in the case of FNF. 

Full disclosure, that story has been a problem child since day one. Actually, I’m pretty sure the stress of that story is what pushed me over the edge and caused the health issues in 2022 that sent me to the doc with acid reflux the first time. Messing with canon and trying to keep the timeline continuous (with timetravel in the mix too) was nothing short of infuriating. The trajectory changed so many times as I wrote it, which I sadly feel is evident in the story. It really seems like a disjointed mess. I’m just so disappointed how it turned out, but I was determined to at least finish it and not leave everyone on a cliffhanger. And I’m proud of myself for at least finishing it, even if I cut out at least four threads from the ending. It just wasn’t healthy to keep going. 

Nor was it going to be healthy if I kept the series structured like I had it. 

So, I took the steps to fix that. 

Seventeen stories became twelve, four arcs became two. Some storylines were combined into one book (ex: Risk vs Reward and Bane of My Existence) while others (ex: Adventures!AU Batch meeting canon batch in Convergence Hijinks) were cut completely. I hated to lose some, but I’ve always been one to appreciate quality over quantity. Combining books and plotlines will help streamline things and make it more manageable. Some books also get new titles.

Arc one keeps its name, and will cover six books; Four main books then a prologue and epilogue of sorts. Anachronism, The Adventure Begins, Over the River and Through the Woods, To the Far Reaches, Welcome to War Games, and Moving Back to Look Forward. This arc covers Shadow’s initial fandom jump into the Tintin 2011 movie, their first mission with the Bad Batch, and them meeting the sailors again this time with the Batchers. Arc two will also keep its name and cover the entirety of the group’s interference of Star Wars the Clone Wars canon (rescuing Domino to taking down Palps), with a similar set up to arc one. Fallen Not Forgotten, Risk vs Reward, Level Up, Shadow in the Dark, No Good Deed Goes Unpunished, and A Legacy in Question. 

But I know that even the shortening isn’t drastic enough. I feel only dread thinking about the series now, and that won’t do. So, though it kills me, Arc One will probably be the only arc that gets an official posting. Once Moving Back to Look Forward ends in 2030 (barring any major complications), that will be it for official full length postings of Adventures!AU. I’ll still post snippets and segments from arc two on Discord (like I do now occasionally), but MBtLF will end in a way that wraps everything up nicely. I’ll be sure to craft it so it can remain open ended to their adventures, but the current trajectory will see the “main” storyline with Shadow and the Batch, plus the Tintin sailors, close in arc one. 

That’s the long term goal. So what’s short term? 

Next year I plan to at least partially post Anachronism. That story has remained in the drafts for long enough. Yes, that means To the Far Reaches is backed up another year for posting (2026). That story has a lot of emotional moments, a lot of dealing with past trauma and relationship issues, and I just don’t have the spoons for that right now. For those intense moments, I have to crack myself open a bit and let my heart bleed onto the page. I’m not in a position to do that right now. Anachronism lacked that depth, being a bit more surface level than the stories with the Batchers. It’s got its own emotional moments, but it’s not nearly as taxing. Additionally, I’m going back through what was Off to a Great Start (now The Adventure Begins) and bringing it up to the standards I try to hold OtRaTtW and TtFR to. But I learned my lesson posting stories out of order so I’m going to get Anachronism finished so there’s no continuity issues. 

That brings me to my next point; Adventures!AU canon. 

I’ve already announced that the posted C,MtC and FNF are both non-canon and should not be taken as fact. You can still enjoy them (best you can with the crack-writing) but any continuity issues should be ignored as they are from an earlier draft of the Adventures!AU. Well, that decanonization treatment is extending beyond those two. The Adventure Begins, Over the River and Through the Woods, and To the Far Reaches aren’t non-canon per se, but rather some elements of the remastered versions may contradict the original postings. Going forward, the “truest” version will be those depicted in the works posted to Adventures!AU Remastered on Wattpad. The first story (The Adventure Begins) won’t drop there until at least November 2025 but you’re free to watch it in the meantime. It’ll sit dormant for quite a bit longer though. Nothing major will change in the stories, but I plan to add some extra scenes and tweak some minor details (the Batchers time in the galaxy is one big thing I’m looking at tweaking). 

Let’s see. checks notes Yep, I think that covers everything! At least for now lol. I always have stuff to say, but this will probably be the last long update post for quite some time. 

Thanks for hanging around, and for reading this long post lol.

[lil-gae-disaster]

Okay so little funfact about the world(s) of my spidersona:

I first played w the thought of giving them a whole 'nother suit, but this suit was too painful to draw. And it was obviously the colors of the transflag remastered, because the first thing I knew about him before I patchworked my lore and other ocs together was that he would be trans. Because back then I identified as a transman and he was a projection of me w a slightly different name.

The reason for him being trans and not simply a guy was that I made this during the peak of the anti-trans bills in the US and I KNEW that this would flush over to Europe if it wasn't gonna be put to stop in the US. And, to comfort myself, I have made a trans & aroace spidersona who is basically me w more trauma and leads a successful life even with being trans. And aroace. It was important to me to have a successful, alive and happy trans character after seeing the statistics of the suicide rates of trans people. :)

And then I went through a lot of brainstorming, until I came up with

Back then I didn't really think that his old superhero name wouldn't be of my liking.

This is a bit over 9 months old.

And as you can see, I have only changed my artstyle slightly, as one can see when comparing this picture and a picture of his suit I very recently drew

(

Same pencil used, same color palette, just slightly different shading)

Then, I was goofing around w him a bit, drawing him and only him, but then I decided upon a Deadpool because, honest to God, we need a Deadpool to spiderman.

And so this picture happened:

Then I goofed around again.

Until I made the picture below and needed to categorize the girl in the drawing

And since I already had a Deadpool and didn't think of venom and ALSO didn't want someone as important as Deadpool dating some civilian (and it also didn't fit in into the lore as seen in the now slightly outdated text), I decided that she'd be black cat.

Then, I came to the conclusion that I hated drawing a beanie as much as I hate the subject Latin, so I redesigned the suit a bit, and also came up w a new artstyle. :D

The first picture of said redesign:

I was goofing around a bit, by then I came to the conclusion I'm agender, and was like "ykw? I need a new spidersona so that I can actually project onto them." This was also when I was experimenting w my new style I have designated to earth 5426.

So, I painted this picture:

And then I was just playing around, being a good little puppeteer, and kinda forgot about my spidersona and friends. UNTIL I managed to draw in spite of my artblock. That is also when I introduce new villain and a new artstyle.

Everybody, welcome ???? ?????? !

And now I'm in possession of about 20-ish OCS all covered in various parts of the multiverse. Some of their lore is explicitly planned (like Novah and Coy) and some is loose (Like MJ, Noah and Wade) and upon some I haven't even decided upon their role yet (???? ??????)

And now I'm vibin' coming up w lore and just drawing what my heart desires :)

[ironwoman359]

19 (character of your choice)-Does your character have any health issues, whether they're aware of them or not?

So at first I didn't see this ask, and then I couldn't think of any health issues in my characters, but then I realized that there is something, I was just thinking of it as an injury, not a health issue, but it counts, so I'll describe it!

So, I've started planning for a new Skyrim fic, one that's not affiliated with the Thief's Gamble universe at all. Different dragonborn and everything, except we're not focusing on the dragonborn herself, we're focusing on these twin sisters, High Elves who were coming to Skyrim to study at the bard's college, but are captured by pirates before their ship makes port in Solitude. (that's just the inciting incident, there's a LOT that's gonna go down in this story)

At one point, one of the sisters will have her hand broken by one of their captors. While the injury will eventually be healed through magical means, the hand will have spent too long being broken to return to its perfect, unbroken state even after healing.

The consequences of that injury will haunt her for large swaths of the narrative to follow, as her primary instrument of choice was the lute, and now she's unable to play without experiencing a lot of pain. She'll have to decide whether to try and train her now damaged hand to endure the movement and pressure of playing, relearn the instrument completely by switching which hand she uses on the fingerboard (which plays absolute havoc with muscle memory and could take years to remaster), or give up on the lute (and thus, a big part of her identity) entirely.

OC Ask Game!

[cmyk-universe]

Hi!

I struggled on where to start actually.. but let me introduce you to my OCs.

From left to right:

Nori Mei -> Hyona Yukihaze -> Kuro Sachigo

Please note that they were first created in 2015, and since then, I’ve continued to develop their lore and personalities over time. Although their appearances haven't changed much, I've decided to move forward with the latest lore and theme that I remastered in late 2023 and still going until now. This is after revising their story a total of three times.

Lore index:

(this post will be continuously updated)

Introductions:

1. Races and World concept

2. Riftbeast / War Echoes

3. About Kuro Sachigo

4. About Hyona

5. About Nori Mei (WIP)

Chapters:

6. A messenger in the dark (WIP)

7. Shadows and Flames (part 1)

8. Shadows and Flames (part 2)

9. Unseen Guardians ✅

10. The Last Winter (WIP)

Side Story:

1. Instinctive Care

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

21 Guns (American Idiot the Musical)

Do you know what's worth fighting for/When it's not worth dying for/Does it take your breath away/And you feel yourself suffocating

"OUGH KEY CHANGE AT THE END OUGH VIBEYS OUGH FELLAS BE JOININ IN OUGHHH HARMONIES OUGH THE END OUGHHHHHHHHHH REBECCA NAOMI JONES OUGH IM DYING"

The Mind Electric (Miracle Musical)

See how the serfs work the ground (See how they fall)/And they give it all they've got/And they give it all they've got/And you give it all you've got 'til your down/See how the brain plays around/And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see/And you fall inside a hole inside a-/Someone help me

Understand what’s going on inside my mind/Doctor, I can’t tell if I’m not me

Nuns commence incanting as the lightning strikes mine temples thus/Electrifying mine chambers wholly, scorching out thine sovereignty so/Spiralling down thy majesty, I beg of thee have mercy on me/I was just a boy, you see! I plead of thee, have sympathy for me!

"The lyrics just hit hard with all of the imagery and shit, being used alongside the song glitching and a 3 minute long sequence (an un-glitched version of the song) that plays backwards in full before the song begins, conjure up a very interesting view/idea/image of losing your sanity. Plus, the song has a really interesting history in terms of its creation."

"first listen: "damn its weird that this has itself backwards haha" second listen: ⚡️⚡️🧠SEE HOW THE BRAIN PLAYS AROUND🌩😈AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE YOU COULDNT SEE☁️⚡️AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE INSIDE A🤴🗣SOMEONE HELP ME⛈️🪐UNDERSTAND WHATS GOING ON INSIDE MY MIND🗣⚡️DOCTOR I CANT TELL IF IM NOT ME!!!🌩🌩☄️ anyway, there are actually 2 versions of this song !! since the first half of the song is the second half backwards, but one of the halves has a series of artistic glitches and repeats and skips! the "distorted version", which is what youll find on spotify, has the glitchy half played forwards, and the "nondistorted version", which is what the official channel posted on youtube, is reversed so the unglitched half plays forwards! its a remaster of a previous song Joe Hawley worked on as a member of Tally Hall called "Inside the Mind of Simon", and it has TONS of little easter eggs and details scattered throughout. distorted speech from old movies, clips from old songs, theres this part where chanting voices sing "axon, dendrite" and "help me" over and over which (imo) you really only hear if you know to look for them, theres an intricate synth arpeggio throughout the entire climax of the song that im in love with— its the source of the synth tune in the next song on the album, Labyrinth (the funny "i am the mouse" song)! i have yet to find a blorbo i cant picture to it but considering that my main oc's theme is madness, its her perfect chance to star. in conclusion, your honor, I love the mind electric."

"it's a story of a man getting sentenced to an asylum for a murder he didn't commit, and there he is subjected to electroshock therapy. the synth alone fucked me up the first time I heard it. not to mention the awesome lyrics and various styles throughout the song. oh also the first 3ish minutes of the song are in reverse. so there's that."

"Somehow I feel like it's the story of my life. Also, the first half of the song is the second half of the song played in reverse."

The Mind Electric submitted by @lesleyn +@omegasmileyface +@that-bi-fan + others

[iheartgod175]

Correction Course: What to Expect in SRBA Reloaded!

It took me a long time to get this post about since life kicked me in the pants, but as promised, I am going to make a full post addressing the criticisms leveled at SRBA and what will be changed in the remastered edition, Super Readers’ Biggest Adventure Reloaded.

Since I’m not someone who can’t learn from her mistakes, I’ll start off with the valid criticisms to my story, Super Readers’ Biggest Adventure, which I have addressed with others who’ve read the story in some private messages (those who read this, you know who you are ^^)

1. The religious themes. I’m no less religious than I was when I first started, but going back I admit that the Christian themes were way, WAY overused here. I still laugh/cringe over the Jesus part myself, haha. I thought I was doing something cool there, but man. I really DID go overboard, and in all honesty, it wasn’t necessary. For those who pointed it out, I take full responsibility for it, and apologize for that. Later installments in the Gaiden series do not have this, though, with Darkness Rewrite being the only exception due to Prince Charming’s throwaway line. Reloaded does have a few metaphors/archetypes for several characters in the Bible (ie. Jeremiah is a blend of both David and Paul, while Chaos’ original character is supposed to mirror Saul before his fall from grace) and some parallels to Scripture, but I definitely won’t go crazy with that like I did in the original.

2. The worldbuilding/lore. For context, I wrote SRBA when I was in high school. So the quality of the writing is…much to be desired. I admit, I had trouble keeping track of the world building and lore for a while, and often when I was adding things into the Gaiden series, it was due to multiple, MULTIPLE rereads to make sure that I wasn’t retroactively retconning everything I wrote back then. As it was my first time working on detailing a large world, and since I made up a lot of things on the fly, a lot of things didn’t make sense back then. I’ve long since learned a lot about how to world build properly and am putting that into effect with the remaster, retconning and adding a few things—I wouldn’t call myself a master, but I’m not a beginner like I was before. While I don’t hate the lore that I created for it, there are things that could’ve been explained better. There are some things that could’ve been shown earlier in the story rather than in the throes of action. There are a few things that could be removed (not sure where I was going with the Summoning Pin element, honestly). There are some things that could’ve been added (shouldn’t the Fairytale World been taken over ages ago?). This is one of the main reasons I tapped this story to get a complete overhaul in the form of Reloaded, where I plan to change everything that was wrong with the original story. As for all the magical swords/Device ripoffs, they were supposed to be based off of Lyrical Nanoha’s Devices, but that wasn’t made clear. I also put in references to Pretty Cure/Sailor Moon in regard to both Muse and Princess Presto, since they’re like the magical girls of the team. I do apologize for that ^^;

Also, being a Black woman myself, there’s gonna be more representation for BIPOC/women. It was a weak point in the original story (as the only other OC whose family gets prominence, Muse, is of Irish/Scottish descent), but I’m gonna rectify that. I’ve decided to include Power Paige in Reloaded, as well as a few other characters, too. I didn’t have a lot of confidence in describing appearances back then, much less scenes, and I realized recently that in trying to create a good descriptor for one of my OCs, I ended up unintentionally offending someone. And at the time of writing the original story, I had no idea that Red was Jewish (for context, I wrote the story when the original Woofster episodes aired, and didn’t follow the series for a while until 2016, when the last few episodes were airing). So, yeah, going forward, we’re not having any stereotypes for BIPOC, period! I’m planning on revising the first chapter of Darkness Rewrite to get rid of that descriptor for Ethan, because, like you said, it was a weird longer way to say someone had darker skin. As someone who interacts with people of various cultures, and makes sure to include that in my own stories, I admit, I dropped the ball here. But I’m gonna fix that! Names were also a big thing that I struggled with. I’ll correct the names for the families of the Super Readers’ families (AKA. The ones who weren’t properly named in the series) soon.

3. Character Development, Part 1: The Super Readers. As much as I like the Super Readers, I didn’t really give them proper character development, with Wonder Red and Super Why being the most egregious. I’d say the character that I (mostly) nailed in the original was Alpha Pig, while the character who got the worst end of the stick was Wonder Red, who was kinda reduced to a hotheaded Tsundere (and I did kinda keep up that energy in the recent entry, which I’m gonna correct in the following chapters!). Whyatt wasn’t terrible, but he was pretty blasé in comparison to the others—he was just there to be the leader and that’s it. Rewatching the series has given me a better idea on where to go with accurately portraying the characters, and of course, that’s gonna be accurately represented in the remaster.

Oh, and while I’m on the topic, the other villagers will get better character portrayals too. Little Boy Blue was demonized pretty early on, to where even I felt bad for him rereading the story.

4. Character Development, Part 2: The OCs. I hyped Muse up a lot during the introductory chapters, but nowadays I really dislike her character. Her character was very much underutilized and underdeveloped. I had more fun writing about the Super Readers and the history about her country rather than her, since they were way more interesting. Her personality is gonna get a complete overhaul in the remastered version, and she and the Evil Reader/Jackson will definitely get better character development and arcs that flesh out their characters.

On the topic of the Evil Reader/Jackson and Lexicon, their “redemption arcs” were rushed and admittedly terrible. Well, Lexicon’s was slightly better than Jackson’s, but I agree that justice wasn’t served to the Super Readers or the victims they hurt in the story proper. They can basically be summed up as “my past sucked and it’s the defining characteristic of who I am, but I’m discarding as of today, please forget the people I’ve killed!” Which I agree is a pretty toxic way of achieving redemption, and I recognize and apologize for that. I did do this on purpose to have them go through a “trial by fire” where they learn that forgiveness for their actions isn’t immediately earned—quite a few characters in the Gaiden series (and even in Chaos’ Revenge) do not forgive or let Jackson or Lexicon off the hook, but that’s not implied in the first story. That’ll definitely be fixed moving forward, as seen below.

I’m also very unsatisfied with Jackson/The Evil Reader’s character. I intended for him to be straight evil and then defeated, until I decided that I’d do a redemption arc for him, and did one that was ripped straight off of an anime. Or, more specifically, a movie. I was originally going for an Anakin Skywalker kind of thing, and I realized that I pulled it off badly. I remember being quite proud of his backstory when I wrote it. Now, though? Ugh. I’m going to be redoing his entire story, plus his history with his two best friends as well, in the remastered version.

Jeremiah, naturally, isn’t gonna be a Gary Stu like he was in the original fic. He does have his own flaws, which are shown later on down the road, but honestly should’ve been shown before the Gaiden series. He also should’ve stepped in way earlier, especially when the Evil Reader’s true nature as Chaos was starting to be revealed (which ties into how the darker themes are gonna be handled). All of this are gonna be handled appropriately in the remastered version.

5. Way less shock value. Some scenes (such as the Pig’s brother slapping him “to his senses” scene) were added for shock value. I know now that this is NOT good writing, especially when it goes against the characters’ canon natures. Plus, having a shocking scene after a shocking scene can really, REALLY get annoying after a while.

6. The Whyatt/Red romance. While it was one of the “selling points” of the original story, it was cheesy. It’s one of the things that I didn’t like about the original because it felt rushed (I also wrote a romance fic alongside this way back when, so I don’t really have an excuse!). I’ve already made like seven pages of notes for their romance in the remastered version, where their friendship is showcased as well, and how it’s not just one-sided on Red’s end.

7. Last but not least, the mature themes. The original SRBA got pretty gritty at times—from more physical violence, to the villains possessing/enslaving the villagers, to the horrors of war, to characters outright dying/getting killed, to the implications of genocide. And then, there’s the reveal in the Gaiden verse that Chaos is a predator. A lot of the Super Readers’ reactions/trauma to the events that happened in the original were pretty understated, I can concur with that. There are two chapters and a few moments that do address their worry, terror and fear about losing everything they hold dear…and that’s it. If I’m being totally honest, those aren’t enough. To say nothing of the crap they learned about the Evil Reader in chapter 17. That’ll get rectified in the remaster as well.

Now, I’ll finish this by explaining that I do write darker subjects in my writings. Those things do include, among other things, rape, SA, objectification/sexualization, suicide, violence (of several forms) and—if my Western series Blazin’ Trails is to go by—animal abuse, racism and slavery. I’ll make this abundantly clear: I don’t have a sick fascination with these things, and I do not advocate for any of these horrible things in real life. Sometimes, when I read these stories, when I see things that are just so awful, it literally runs through my head for hours, I write. I write it out to vent about it, to get my feelings out on paper, to break down why it’s wrong/cruel and most importantly, what can be done to end it and the suffering in people’s lives.

It’s why, when I write these themes or villains who eagerly commit these crimes and laugh, I do it with the mindset that they are the lowest of the low. When I write villains like this, I write with the mindset that these are horrible beings who a.) need no backstory to justify their horrible actions and b.) need to be eradicated in the most fitting way possible.

And in all of the stories that feature one or any of these things, it’s made 1000% crystal clear that none of these things, nor the people doing them, are morally right, excusable or justified/vindicated by history. I also stand by the fact that rape/sexual assault is never the victim’s fault, it’s 100% on the perpetrator, regardless of the circumstances. I have one rule when writing about characters who commit such acts, or who supports such acts: if there’s a character who believes that such things are right, they are swiftly dealt with, often violently. In fact, a lot of times, there’s a visceral reaction to those things and the characters are trying to eradicate those things (as well as the people doing it) from the world they live in. I certainly don’t let my villains (the ones who commit the aforementioned terrorism/sexualizing/etc.) get away with such actions.

I did address that yes, Lexicon and Jackson got away with the aforementioned genocide due to BS writing back when I was in school. In Reloaded, though? The difference is night and day—Jack and Mr. Beanstalk straight up kick their faces in for what they did to them and the kids, Jeremiah is much harsher in his beatdown of both of them and does reduce both of them to husks of their former selves when he steps in. And the Super Readers don’t speak to them for much of the story, even after it’s revealed that Chaos is the true villain, ’cause their earlier actions are still fresh in their minds and as such they don’t trust them at all (and rightfully so).

As for Chaos, he gets dealt with in the appropriate manner befitting a predator by Jeremiah when they first fought (which is gonna be explained in Darkness Rewrite when I get to it). But just know that the mature themes of this story will be handled in the appropriate way/explained better than they were in the original.

I think that’s everything that’s gonna be changed. If I find anything else that needs to be changed, I’ll be updating this accordingly! ^^

Thanks to everyone who let me know what was up, as it really helped me to get all of this out.

~iheartgod175