#help i have another idea for animation but it much shorter

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[jinuaei]

I can offer you an idea of ​​yandere alastor.. What would it be like if alastor as a child knew the reader... Like I imagine alastor as a child not knowing how to act properly like a human, and the reader as a good best friend helping him seems more human (and not because the child reader is scared of him) ... Actually, what would happen?

Wrote this instead of working on my finals hope you enjoyed it!

Yandere! Alastor x Childhood friend! Reader

Warning: Animal death, blood, its YANDERE

WC: ~1.5k

Charlie dragged the whole hotel for another ‘trust’ session, this time, she had the great idea for the sinners to share stories from when they were alive. Granted, some of them were eager to share, namely Nifty and Angel Dust, Husk would share some here or there, although it's mostly due to Charlie and Angel pushing him to. Alastor on the other hand kept quiet during the whole ordeal, until the topic of childhood friends came up.

“I had a childhood friend once, such a sweetheart. Wouldn't leave me alone to play with others!,” Alastor let the statement linger in the air, casually sipping on his coffee. 

The other members of the Hotel look aat him with mouths agape, shocked and surprised at the fact that THE Alastor, Radio Demon, Dealmaker, HAD FRIENDS? Moreover, a childhood friend?? Someone stayed friends with him since they were children???

“Don't look at me like I am incapable of having proper friendships, and no, you cannot ask them about me as a child because they're simply not a sinner! Oh imagine my disappointment when I didn't find them down here,” his eyes glazed over in slight rage as he thought about how you weren't here.

Very disappointing that I will never be able to hold my beloved again. What I would do to be able to chain them to my side once more…

“Well don't leave us hangin’, whose this sweetheart of you’s?,” the white spider interjected.

He tells them your name, sighing dreamily as he starts to reminisce about the times you were together when you were children.

You were the child of one of his momma's clients, a bubbly little thing, always eager to play with him regardless of how cold he is to you. 

His momma was your family's personal tailor, and by God were you a spoiled little thing. Every week you would ask for 2-3 outfits to be created for you, although it looked more like costumes than everyday wear but he doesn't complain, as long as your family treated him and his momma with respect.

Nonetheless, he refuses to be close to you, considering you as a bother, but of course, he would never admit that to you, lest he wants his momma to get in trouble. 

He hasn't always looked forward to when his momma brings him to your house, namely due to you clinging to him every time you meet. There's one thing in your mansion that he’s quite fond of though, once he manages to escape from your grasp, he sneaks into the woods behind your house, gazing at all the wildlife roaming around your property.

One time, he found an injured bird crying close to him, it tried to get away from him but he eventually caught it in a tight grip, it chirped and cried but Alastor just gripped tighter and tighter until, pop! 

Blood trailed down his hands and onto the forest floor below, unbeknownst to him, he had a huge grin on his face, too pleased with the mutilation of the poor bird. A gasp resonates behind him and he quickly drops the bird, face stilling at the fact that he got caught.

When he turned his body to you, your eyes were full of tears staring at his hands that he didn't bother to hide. He prepared himself to hunt you down to make sure you wouldn't tattle on his momma but your next words made him stop in place.

“Are you okay???” you rushed to his side, pulling out a handkerchief and started to wipe off the blood coating his stained hand.

In response, the child looked at you aghast, stupefied at the concern you were showing, marking yourself vulnerable to the predator towering over your much shorter build. He could kill you if he could, he can lie and tell your parents that a bear found both of you and killed you, that he tried to save you but was unable to. But then again… as you fret over him, a thought passes through his mind. 

You are too kind for your own good, just like momma. Don't worry I’ll protect you.

Alastor raises the now somewhat clean hand, and he notes how you didn't even flinch at it, and just looked at him with your wide, innocent eyes. The hand lowers to pat you on the head, ruffling your hair a little bit.

“I am fine, I tried to save a bird but it was too hurt to be saved,” he shows off the bird, face devoid of any emotions.

You frowned at it and suddenly went on your knees and started digging a grave with your hands.

Alastor furrowed his eyebrows and questioned what you were doing, you responded with, “I’m digging a grave for the birdie, I don't want them to die without a proper burial.”

The boy helped you after a few moments of silence. Once you were done, you clasped your hands together, covered in dirt and blood,  silently looking at him to do the same. Look at you, as a child of a rich man you shouldn't be on your knees covering yourself in filth, but perhaps he should indulge his angel for a little bit. 

As you started praying he couldn't help but let the bitterness consume his mind. God wouldn't care about frivolous things like this, prayers do nothing, if it did, how come he and his momma are still at the mercy of that monster of a man he calls his father?

“Amen.”

You offer your filthy hand to him, gazing at him with a smile that could rival the sun. Perhaps the only good thing that God has done, is sending down an angel for him to play with.

“You should smile more, you look very pretty,” he raises an eyebrow at that, startled by your bluntness. Admittedly, he can feel himself flush at your compliment.

“Do you like it when I smile?” he hums, taking your hand. Both of you started to walk back to your manor.

“I do! Mommy always said ‘you’re never fully dressed without a smile’ and that's why I always smile!”

“Then I'll smile a lot for you,” he tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace.

“You're doing it wrong! It's like this,” you show off your smile, toothy and wide.

He tries again and ultimately fails, you pout at him cutely when he failed, and he couldn't help but smile, genuinely smile at that. In response you shout out ‘like that!’, and start vibrating in excitement that you managed to make him smile.

It was almost nightfall when you eventually managed to get home safely, albeit covered in dirt and grime. What greeted you both were your father, stressed beyond belief, and his mother, on the verge of tears. They both rushed to you guys and hugged the both of you, fretting and scolding at how worried they are, they asked you and Alastor what happened and you, being the loudmouth you are, told them the story that you know.

Both adults are relieved to hear that you both are safe, they rushed you to clean yourselves up. Ever since then, Alastor has been looking forward to every visit they had to your house. And every single visit has been a learning moment for him, day by day he learns what you like and what you don't like. 

You like gentlemen? The next time you meet, he offers you his arm to hold. Do you like poetry? He memorizes your favourite poems to recite whenever you're bored. Do you like food and cooking? He begs his momma to teach him her infamous Jambalaya and other comfort foods to cook for you.

Alastor molded himself to become your ideal man, the most perfect gentleman that ever existed in your life. But then…

“Then what...? But then what??” Angel exclaimed when Alastor trailed off with a cliffhanger. Everyone leaned towards him, captivated by the story he shared. He smiles cryptically, but still doesn't respond.

“Oh well, it seems like it's almost supper time, I should work on it, wouldn't want to be late for dinner hmm?”

Everyone collectively groaned at the cliffhanger, they wanted to know what happened after, but they couldn't complain much lest they want to be part of Alastor's radio broadcast.

Alastor turns away from them, humming to himself as he walks towards where the kitchen is.

But then you had to die as a saint. You had to marry that disgusting excuse of a man you called your husband, and now he killed you. My beloved, was I not enough? Was I not perfect for you? You would have been safe if you were with me… Don't worry, I made sure that ‘husband’ of yours regretted ever hurting you. May this be an offering to my angel.

A haunting scream pierces through hell, amplified by the speakers scattered around the pride ring.

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[churinzie]

Birthday Rush

SYNOPSIS: just what do you gift someone who technically has everything and too generous to accept anything?

CHARACTERS: jing yuan x m!reader (implied)　╱　established relationship

A/N: i promised that my next x reader would be jing yuan... but this one is much shorter since school is actually kicking my ass..

WORD COUNT: 833 words.

It’s Jing Yuan’s birthday! And, unfortunately as his lover, you don’t have anything to even give him. But just what do you give someone who has everything? Especially someone who constantly insists that he doesn’t need a gift for his super special day. You can recount how many times he’s tried to turn down every gift that you’ve tried to give him, only for him to eventually take it thanks to your insistence.

Something about him celebrating his birthday too much and having nowhere to put it.. But you believe it to be complete nonsense.

Going around and asking some of the Cloud Knights for their ideas of a present but still coming up with nothing. Which left you puzzled for awfully too long. Asking Yanqing definitely didn’t help either, the teenager only suggesting more swords for his dear General. You just heavily assumed that he had heard the question wrong after that one. Taking a deep breath and looking around the Alchemy Commission for more ideas or people to talk to, you are soon stumped with another question that makes you stop everything altogether.

Just where in the world was Jing Yuan today?

Considering that you haven’t seen him all day made you come to the conclusion that he was most likely hard at work somewhere. Turning around and asking Dewei, the Cloud Knight’s Caption, about your lover’s whereabouts but all you received was an unsure answer. Which left you concerned all over again. The least you expected was to hear that he wasn’t at the Seat of Divine Foresight. Which meant that you had to play a game of hide and seek. Just your luck..

Swiftly moving around different areas in the Luofu was tiring and did nothing but disappoint you. Concluding that Jing Yuan was nowhere to be found. Which was odd. Very odd. It almost made you assume that he wasn’t even on the ship but that was until you realized one place you forgot to check. His home. Why hadn’t you thought of that before?

Traveling over towards Jing Yuan’s home and opening the front door, you were greeted by a small cat lounging itself casually on the couch before it got up and ran towards you. The cat recognized you after all. It was hard not to. You greeted the cat as normal before a soft meow came from the adorable animal, seemingly wanting to point you in a certain direction. The feline not even waiting for you to catch up.

You entered the bedroom and were a bit stunned by the sight, but also not very surprised. You let out a relieved sigh though. Jing Yuan was sleeping in today, which explained why you couldn’t find him anywhere. He was sleeping soundly in the bed and only shifting every few minutes. Which caused you to come closer to the bed and take a small seat at the foot of the bed, but then a small shift from Jing Yuan came. He was slowly waking up and it was honestly the cutest thing that you had ever seen. You got up from your spot and couldn’t hold back the urge to lean in and press a small kiss to his forehead.

Only for you to suddenly be grabbed and yanked into the bed with him. You forget how strong that man is sometimes with all that armor on.

You were effectively snuggled under the covers with Jing Yuan and pressed against his chest quite tightly but you weren’t crushed by it, only surprised by how quick the situation escalated. You were wondering about what to do next at this point until a sleepy voice came from behind you, “How delightful. Is this wonderful man in my bed my birthday present?” He questioned with nothing but pure drowsiness but also affection in his voice. It was hard not to love him even though he had practically kidnapped you in his bed.

“No— Wait. Why would you think that?” You ended up asking since it made you curious. If anything, you shouldn’t exactly be considered a present considering the circumstances but you were interested to hear Jing Yuan’s reasoning.

“I just like to think of you as one, my dear. Celebrating my birthday will come regardless but celebrating with you? That’s different. You’ve miraculously changed my long life in ways that even I couldn’t foresee. You grace me with your presence every year and I only pray to the Aeons that nothing will change that.” Came the instant reply. Which really made you wonder how could he wake up and just start saying such things like that on automatic? Must be nice.

But you had no words after that. You couldn’t deny how touched you were. That’s what made you realize that you didn’t even have to search any longer for the perfect birthday present for your dear lover.

You were the gift that he was waiting for all this time. And you planned to keep it that way.

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[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

i dont send asks often and am kinda nervous but i discovered this blog after starting a fantasy worldbuilding thing ive been doing and i want to ask, should i be considering like, physics and the square cube law? it feels silly but i want my designs to feel plausible and biologically accurate, with my own twists on fantastical creatures.

dragons, specifically, are usually very large creatures, they also often fly. these are traits i want to keep, and have it still feel fantastical, but here are obvious issues here. there is magic, and it is connected to the world, and i could do something like changing gravity or atmosphere, but just saying it's magic feels like lazy cop-out, and changing the laws of physics is too drastic not to be explored, which feels to extreme for one creature. am i overthinking things? can i just handwave this sort of thing? i often don't see fantasy settings explore that sort of thing so idk im kinda lost here

You can hand wave a great deal of things and still also make fantasy creatures that feel plausible. My centaurs have the unusual biology of being born with extra limbs and ribs because they're all chimeric twins. I'm pretty sure it's genetically implausible for an entire species to be born with such remarkably consistent fused anatomy like that. But it's just enough of an explanation to make it feel a little more believable.

For dragons, I like to remind myself that humans have created airplanes at least as big as the average dragon and they work just fine. So maybe you can research how planes work. There are engines, certainly, but planes stay in the air despite being giant heavy metal tubes because of the way their shape interacts with air currents, essentially. So instead of flqpping a lot like a smaller animal, maybe your dragons are more like long distance soaring animals. Albatrosses come to mind. Getting off the ground is another problem, which can be solved by having the dragons soar from high places like cliffs and mountains.

You can also look to prehistory! The quetzalcoatlus was a pterosaur roughly as big as a giraffe and as far as science has determined, it could fly and even launch itself into the air from flat ground.

Here are a few more tips for making large dragons believable:

- bird bones. Contrary to popular belief, they're not completely hollow and they're not actually much lighter than mammal bones. But the open spaces and the mesh-like structure inside them give them a different sort of density and strength that helps them fly, as well as providing more space for internal air sacs that actually help them breathe more efficiently. (I'm on my phone right now, I'll add a source for that later) and we have evidence that this sort of air sac also existed in large dinosaurs like the diplodocus. Dragons probably would need similar structures in their bones.

- hot air balloons. Hot air rises and dragons breathe fire. Make use of those extensive air sacs and fill them with hot air! How dragons manage to have so much heat inside as reptiles is something you can hand wave with magic or find various science-type explanations for doeending on your mood. I like the idea in dungeon meshi where the dragon has a second stomach-like sac for the indigestible parts of its prey and uses that for fire fuel! It's very clever. Dragons may not be as thin and soft as a balloon, but having a body full of air sacs that carry hot air is a reasonable explanation for how dragons fly despite their size.

- wing shape and body shape! Long distance fliers that soar more than they flap usually have very long, narrow wings. And most flying animals also have shorter, rounded bodies. The dragon wing membrane should cover their whole side, from the shoulder to the hip, with a really big wingspan. Their tails probably shouldn't be all long and whippy and full of dense muscle, but maybe they can be flat and broad to catch air or maybe the wing membrane extends to the tail. Maybe you have tailless dragons! Just don't let the tails add too much weight or they'll make flying a lot harder.

- propulsion. One magic explanation I think would be interesting is if dragons used magic like airplane engines. Trying to work out magical gravity fields and atmospheric magic is cool and fun. But it seems like it would be easier for dragons to just have magic jet engines if you want to use magic to explain their flight. And it's fun!

I hope those are all helpful ideas! Dragons are cool and I love to see people messing around to make them more believable. There is nothing wrong with using a little magic fudge in fantasy worldbuilding either! It wouldn't be very fantasy if it always had to follow a hard science system. You can leave that to the scifi genre haha. But if you're going to dive into realism in fantasy, it is more fun to see people really dive deep and get weird with it and explore all sorts of interesting extra details, rather than just dipping a toe in and hand waving the rest. Maybe it's just the neurodivergence in me, but I always have more fun with fantasy stories if it feels like the creator had a real passion for the weird details and didn't just follow a standard fantasy template.

[foxtricksterwriting]

Meeting Reimagined; Keith

Author's Note: It's been a while since I've written for Duality, even though I think about it a lot. And I'm back with a new MC, Tytus!

Tags: @dualityvn

Tytus sighs, annoyed by the cold rain pelting him harshly. As he jogs, he notices the flower shop he’s walked by everyday. He heads that way, figuring that the rain won’t let up for a while still. He dips into the shop and lets out a relieved breath. The floral air invades his nose while he looks around, making him hum in content. He jumps as a soft voice ahead of him says “Pretty bad weather today, huh?”

Tytus looks ahead at the counter, finding a tall blond man with blue eyes. The man gives him a shy and apologetic smile. “Hello, hi, sorry, I was in my head a bit. Yeah, the rain’s terrible right now,” he responds while giving an awkward laugh, “Is it okay if I stick around until the rain’s gone?”

“Oh, yes, that’d be fine. Feel free to look around while you’re here,” the blond cashier nods as he speaks. Tytus nods back, not giving him a second look. He scans the store, looking at the arrangements and other potted plants. After not finding what he’s looking for, he steps up to the counter. “Excuse me, do you have Bat Flowers?” He asks, scanning the cashier and finding his name card on a lanyard around his neck; Keith. 

“I’m sorry, we sold our last two this morning,” Keith says after a minute of thought and checking somethings. Tytus deflates a little, but desperately tries to rein in his reaction. “Oh, okay. Thank you,” He says. “We could take your number and call you when we get more?” Keith offers. “Ah, no thank you. I appreciate the offer though,” Tytus declines easily but he keeps talking, “but I would still like to get a plant. Do you have any recommendations? Preferably something that wouldn’t hurt a cat if it got eaten.” Keith lights up at the question.

“Of course! Spider plants, Echeveria succulents and Bird’s Nest Ferns are all pet friendly. Spider plants are actually notorious for being non toxic to animals. Boston Ferns are another option, but they're a little harder to care for,” Keith continues to explain how to care for each plant while pointing them out. Tytus watches him as he speaks, mesmerized by how outspoken he is. His passion would be obvious to even the most oblivious person. His whole body radiates joy and a bit of excitement. It’s a bit infectious, at least it is to Tytus. The green and black haired man can’t help but give the slightly shorter man his full attention. When Keith is done explaining, Tytus hums before saying, “I’ll go for the Spider Plant. You said they were over there, right?”

Keith nods and Tytus goes to retrieve it. As he carefully sets it on the counter, Keith asks, “Have you cared for any kind of plant before?”

“Yeah, actually. Mostly herbs and cat grass, though. I use the herbs when I’m cooking,” Tytus internally reminds himself to leave out any mentions of spells or potions. No telling how this guy would react, for now at least. He continues, “I used to have catnip, too, but my cat found and destroyed it when I wasn’t paying much attention. I haven’t had many plants that were there to just look nice.” Keith chuckles a little. As Tytus pays for his new spider plant, he notices that the rain has stopped. He looks back to Keith as he picks up the spindly plant. Before he even thinks to stop himself, he says, “Could I have your number?” Wait, fuck, shit SH--”Sorry, that was really sudden. You don’t have to agree to that.” He tacks that on, not sure if he’s already fucked up somehow.

The blond blushes as he registers the question, “Oh, I’m flattered!” His expression morphs quickly into one of sadness, “Don’t take this the wrong way. I think you’re very attractive and you seem like a nice person, but having my number isn’t a good idea.” Tytus’ brows knit together with confusion but he quickly shakes it off and nods. “That’s alright. Thank you for at least humoring me, and for helping me with the plant. Bye,” He says this as he walks towards the door while giving the blond a smile. He ducks out as suddenly as he came in.

Right as he starts walking home, a shiver crawls up his spine, tickling his neck and making him look around. He spares the shop window a glance, seeing Keith through it. He’s looking back at Tytus, but missing the polite smile. And something about his eyes seem……off. I don’t think they were like that before. He shakes it off and hurries away, content to get lost in his thoughts while minding his new plant buddy.

[kisscara]

O9. his way of thanks [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

the president of the decorating committee, keqing, makes her way to the front of the classroom. "okay, everyone. let's start planning on what we're going to do for this year's school festival. by the end of today's class, we should have our application submitted to the student council. any ideas?"

yoimiya excitedly proposes, "what about a maid café?" keqing smiles, "i don't know if the guys would be up to wearing those outfits." yoimiya pouts in response, "they could be butlers!" hu tao sputters, "that's boring. you know what we should do? a haunted house."

xingqiu glances at the brunette, "that does seem like your forte, hu tao." ayaka coyly suggests with a tilt of her head, "maybe a drama performance?" keqing uses a piece of chalk to list down the possible options on the board. yoimiya yelps, "why didn't you add the maid café idea!?"

scaramouche is sitting a seat away from you, watching you scribble little drawings on the corner of your desk. his pretty blue eyes deeply analyze your actions. everything you do is just so fascinating to him. "president, could you help us out?" keqing queries.

heizou nudges scaramouche, although it isn't enough to snap the male out of his trance. he hisses, "hey, scaramouche!" scaramouche mumbles, "drawing..."

keqing repeats in a confused state, "drawing?" heizou nervously laughs, "ha-ha, i think what he's trying to say is... ah, maybe we should do an art exhibition!" keqing hums, "interesting intake. any opposing of that idea?"

scaramouche finally gets back to the present and looks at heizou, who gives him a deadpan expression. "i just saved your ass! what caught your attention?" heizou whisper-shouts, scolding his friend. scaramouche glances back at you, where you still seem to be occupied with drawing little animals.

heizou teases him in a lilting tone, "of course."

after heizou leans towards his left side to tell xiao about it, the bell signals the end of class. scaramouche immediately stands up from his desk and goes to where venti's sitting. "hey, give me my headphones. you borrowed them long enough," scaramouche seethes. venti exclaims in return, "no way, the sound quality is so nice!"

the shorter male snatches the headset from him and venti frowns. "fine, i already know it's because you can't last a single day without listening to their drum solos." venti's playful whisper throws scaramouche off.

his complexion goes beet red as he places the headphones around his neck. kazuha lightly laughs, "your face says it all, scaramouche." scaramouche is bound to throw another snarky insult while leaving for the next class, however a tug at his sleeve stops him short.

he turns his head and raises his brow in confusion. "oh, (name). do you need anything?" scaramouche queries, trying to avoid your gaze as discreetly as possible. in the background, venti mocks him, "do you need anything?" scaramouche could clearly hear xiao, heizou and aether quietly chuckling.

"well, no, but yun jin told me to give this to you since she wants you to hear how much potential our band has." you hold out a cd in its case, covered in mostly black but with the unmistakenable, classic and iconic dark blue 5O5 graphics.

"she figured that if you did research on some of our past releases, you wouldn't have found our unreleased songs unless you went to our live performance. these are our most recents and we hope that it meets your standards," you politely say, arm sore from sticking out with the cd in your hand.

you didn't percieve the way he clenched his jaw in excitement, the way sparkles appeared in his eyes and the way he pursed his lips to restrain himself from smiling. "i'll... i'll see if i have any time to listen to it after class," scaramouche mutters. he ends up taking it from you and speed-walking out of the classroom.

xiao steps forward and gives you a few pats on the shoulder. "don't worry, that's his way of thanking you."

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what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

© kisscara

[bindeds]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS ! — i genuinely can’t believe i’ve come this far with posting my brainrot for hazbin. it has and will continue to be such an honor to keep posting for you guys, and to celebrate you guys i’ve prepared a little something for you guys, hehe!

requests.

i am willing to do any requests you guys might have which includes art, gifs, character ships (radioapple, huskerdust, etc) and of course character x reader ships despite generally being an x reader blog. though of course as any sane person would, i am not entertaining angel x val.

some fics along the way …

i have been cooking up something specifically for lucifer though nothing is confirmed yet except for the fact that i want to make a longer fic for him (AT LEAST 10k words long), but i’m kinda having trouble for the plot so this kinda connects to the first thing which if you have any ideas for me to write i am implore you to hit up my askbox, please! i’m gonna need all the help i can get! i’ve also gotten a radioapple worm in my head and the premise is too good not to act on though i will say it will be shorter than the lucifer fic. because of this both of these will be on my ao3 so stay tuned!

selfships.

i thought it would be cool for you guys to tell me a bit about yourself and then from there i pick a character from hazbin/helluva (depending on which show you prefer) that i think you would like/be with romantically (or even queerplatonically for the aro/aces out there)!! i’ve seen other people do this as well and they do 3-pic moodboards sometimes and i’d love to do that for you guys! or if you guys wanna go in depth i could also make short fics dedicated to you personally upon request!

get to know me + qna!

besides all the stuff that’s stated in my pinned, i’ve been writing since i was 10 (i am 18) and i’ve wanted to be a published author for the longest time, though as i grew older i realized there’s a lot of other ways i can get my stories out to the world, like screenwriting, animating (or being both the creator and writer of my own show AHEM totally not talking about hazbin) so i’m not really sure of things yet, but i will say i’ve learned a lot about writing since i first started and even though i know this is all for fun, i take the way i write things seriously, so any constructive feedback you might have will be valuable to me! anyway, i have A LOT of opinions on everything hazbin/helluva so you can ask about those or more about me! i’m a very open person so i like to give in depth responses. but yeah feel free to ask about my opinions on helluva/hazbin as well as my personal life too!

another thing i wanted to disclose about myself since i feel comfortable after having met such wholesome people after starting this blog, is that i have been through abuse very similar to angel dust’s meaning his character meant a lot to me and he was my favorite character when the pilot first came out so yeah! definitely ask me about angel too if you have anything to ask!

[cld9writes]

teratophilia - jeon jungkook x reader kinktober #4

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day four - teratophilia, aka monster-fucking

reader! afab!reader, fem!reader

word count! 444 words

tags! toys, "monster fucking," implied smut, not-so-implied smut ------------------------ *ੈ✩‧₊˚𖦹𖦹𖦹*ੈ✩‧₊˚------------------------

Teratophiliac Jungkook teratophiliac Jungkook teratophiliac Jungkookkkkk<3

But not for himself, no no no. For you, my love. Anime and hentai go hand-in-hand, after all, and it’s only a matter of time before those nasty videos leak add to his length list of turn-ons. 

It’d start off small- just him thinking about tentacles or dragon cocks being shoved in you while he jacked off. But discovering a new genre of sex toys would really help him get into it.

It wouldn’t be long before he’d gather a collection. When I say he’d want to test out everything, I mean it.

Tentacles, dragon cocks, knotted toys. Any shape, any size, any function. He’d just want to know how it felt for you. He’d love to tease you with them, so stretch you out, to see just how filthy you could get. He’d make notes of just what did it for you- which ones hit your special spots the best, what makes you cum the fastest, the hardest. He wants everything to be perfect for his baby. Simply perfect.

But he’d become absolutely unhinged once he learned about sheaths. He doesn’t have to just watch how tentacles make you feel, he gets to do it to you.

He’d be a little nervous the first time. Who wouldn’t be, shoving their precious dick into that much silicone? But the way you were begging and the way his cock was aching and the way it was so, so close to his fantasies convinced him to slip it on.

And he loved every second of it.

It felt a little strange for him- almost a mix between fucking you and a fleshlight. But lord- the way you reacted to it. The way you gripped onto his back so hard you drew blood. The way your legs stuck to his waist. The way your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled and the way you just couldn’t stop rambling on and on and on. It made up for it. He fucked you like a wild animal that night. He fucked you until he was a sticky, panting mess and the only thing he could think about was just how tight and warm you were inside. 

But above all else, he loved the examination of it. He loves that he could do this to you, that you were secretly just as filthy as he is. That he could fuck you with something that wasn’t even human, and you’d still cum hard and fast for him. He loved the mess you made of each other, and he loved how he got to add another toy to his collection every single fucking time.

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This one is a LOT shorter, purely because I’ve never written monster-fucking and this idea is half-baked. I may try something bigger with this so stay tuned ig?

[dreaaspeaks]

Heyy!

I was wondering, could I request a Tokio Hotel members x cottage core reader (separately, of course)? If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine!

Many blessings!

~🐸

ofc i will! this will be fun i had a cottage core phase for a bit

TOKIO HOTEL X COTTAGE CORE NON-BINARY! READER

(mostly bill’s part will be written without any explicit pronouns but the other three will be more fem leaning since they’re straight 🤗)

Tom Kaulitz

he honestly never thought he’d be into those kind of girls

the long flowing dresses and skirts with sweet heart necklines just wasn’t his usual type

but somehow amidst the party girls in skintight dresses and short skirts it was you who caught his eye

the long floral dress and soft fabrics was like another world to him, the sheer chiffon and pretty cream coloured lace that was on your dresses and long skirts made you look angelic

you would wear his baggy shirts in replacement of your flowy tops to tease him

honestly with his baggy jeans he was already halfway there to cottage core

the difference in how you two would dress was adorable to him and loved how the soft fabrics just made you even better and warmer to hug

would try to push you to try to wear tighter clothes like low rise jeans or shorter skirts

eventually realises that he just loves the way to dress and all the soft fabrics and stuffed animals that comes with you

when you asked him to help take care of your plants he totally forgot and just bought you a bigger one

is the type to pull you close to his chest and start dancing and wants you to feel like a princess

Bill Kaulitz

ya’ll would swap jewelry so one necklace, bracelet or ring will always be a little out of place

when you’re his date for red carpets both of you are hailed as fashion icons

in the 2000s especially you tried to put some colour in his wardrobe aside form black, white or red

he loves gifting you stuffed animals but also passes you the stuffed bears he gets from fans if he knows you’ll love them

really appreciates how individual your styles are

swapped aesthetics for a day and laughed the whole time because the fabrics and cutting is so much looser than what he’s used to

thought beauty was pain but after seeing you he knew that couldn’t be further from the truth

hopeless romantic to the max

when you showed up all regal and angelic looking in lace and chiffon he swore angels started singing

you always try to ask him to stop using a whole can of hairspray in his hair because you wanna play with it and make cute hairstyles without it feeling chunky

will talk about you endlessly during interviews and refers to you as ‘my angel’ while tom and georg tease him

despite him looking scary let’s face it, you’re the one that will baby him and hold him

Georg Listing

when he first wanted to go flirt with you at an after party, the rest of the band were just like “no way, absolutely no chance”

guess what? he did have a chance

when he had his long hair, just to make fun of him and tease him a bit you would put bows or clips in his hair when he’s sleeping

loves hugging you and holding you while you are wearing flowy dresses or skirts and thinks you look like a fairy

both of you went as royalty or forest fairies for halloween a few times

unlike tom he actually took care of your plants did a pretty good job

the type to give voices to your stuffed animals

will help you fix your outfit or hair throughout the day

likes the outdoors so if you wanna live out your cottage core dreams and go fruit picking, he will take pictures for you and hold your baskets

best believe he will try to make a picnic

if you trip on your skirts and dresses or get your sweaters and jackets caught on door knobs he will laugh at you

help? no idea, laugh however? laughing louder than anyone

cozy nights in tucked under knitted blankets wearing soft sweaters are the pillar of your relationship

Gustav Schafer

thinks you are the sweetest but will never tell you that

calls you sweet names and smiles at the things you do

will judge you for wear long sleeves and sweaters in the summer time

the prime example of adam sandler aesthetic bf with over dressed partner

will buy you jewelry that reminds him of you

the type to help you lift a long skirt up when going up the stairs

he has jokingly bowed at you royalty style when he sees you in a pretty dress

helps you put flowers in your hair and learns to tie fancy hairstyles just for you

bakes with you if that’s what you like and spends that extra time to make the cakes and cookies look cute

will put more effort into dressing nicely if you beg a bit and if it’s for a special occasion

i feel like of you guys have been dating long enough of get married he will just pick you up and dance around

he would love doing that when seeing you in something flowy

[nightly-valkyrie]

'In the Shadow of Sierpinski' post ACT-1 writer's rambles

Forgive me, I'm so brain-rotted about my own fic that I can't help but talk about it even down to the design decisions and process of writing?

Mostly to cover some influences, inspirations, reasonings, and concepts I wanted to carry on into the narrative as it developed from early drafts into what was posted in the fic. Most spoilers for the fic and the game will be kept to below the cut:

Influences & Inspirations :)

>So of course a big influence on the fic was Signalis itself, I could talk on and on about what I did and didn't want to expand on for the purpose of the fic. However, for the sake of brevity I will be kinda short for this part at least. The melding of technology to this point of advancement well beyond what humanity is capable of today, and yet seemingly also stuck in the past is such an appealing look. An almost 'Alien' movie approach that really makes it stick out. That was a feeling I wanted to capture, not just because of a desire to stay faithful to the source material, but also because of my own affections for the cyberpunk genre which 'Signalis' also seems to share a love for. I will get into this later though. One of the biggest tones I wanted to carry over was this glazing over of some of the more dystopian aspects the game carries, Rose Engine leaves a lot of hints toward the state of the in game governments, its beliefs, and its inspirations (East Germany etc...). What they don't do though is ever quite dwell on a lot of the implications the notes and dialogues carry. It was, that, which I wanted to emulate. I tried to make clear in the text many things, but leave what exactly that implication is up to the reader to determine. I hesitate to mention these moments because I really do feel like they're better noticed on your own.

>Another really big inspiration this fic had, and I'll keep this next one shorter, is the cyberpunk genre. The idea of human robots, retro-futuristic technology, and even gifted individuals with telepathic powers all feel pulled straight from the cyberpunk genre and media related to it. And that is just things shown in game (I am also aware of the game's anime inspirations 'Evangelion' and 'Blame' but as far as I'm aware those do have some cyberpunk dna in them as well, i just have much knowledge in the realm of anime). For this fic, I really felt compelled to include the influences of these stories to write this fic. 'Blade Runner 2049' especially had some influence over concepts like Replika identification being linked to the eye/optic.

This detail along with some of the tone is a just small parts that show how it was an overall inspiration. The tone especially in some of the general treatment/attitude toward Replikas by those in power will also give that sense.

>The second to last inspiration I really wanted to mention here was 'Alan Wake 2' and whether or not that is a surprise may depend on your personal familiarity with the game/series. This inspiration is a smaller one but in some of the more dream like confusing parts of the story, the way the wording is meant to loop and double back in a way that feels almost poetic was a huge part. Warning for an early 'Alan Wake 2' spoiler (Intended reading for manuscript page written in alt):

Another inspiration that may become clearer later is the general dealing of how a dreamlike perception over reality. Images like this one from the early game live rent free in my head and help me think about how to describe certain abstract things:

Remedy's general handling of this form of weirdness in a visual medium truly is pretty genius and the work of reinterpreting it into writing has been and will continue to be very enjoyable as i expand more on it in the future.

>Final inspiration I very quickly wanted to touch on is 'The King in Yellow' another fairly obvious one, I have an excerpt in the prologue, it appears in the story and in 'Signalis'. The game especially has a lot of references to it. Ahead of really starting writing I read most of the way through the collection of stories, and finished it while I was writing the first couple chapters. I knew from the start I wanted to really lean into some of the general themes of the anthology and though not obvious as if the end of ACT-1, I will continue to. I highly recommend reading it if only to get a greater understanding of some of the ways 'Signalis' references it. I really feel like it puts a lot in perspective. 'The Demoiselle d'Ys' especially, the latter half of that story really gave me a sense of the love and devotion that is put on display in game.

Okay because describing my decisions behind certain concepts and reasonings requires me to go more in detail I'm putting it below the cut because it carries a bit more spoiler-potential than mere inspiration talk. So if you haven't read the fic please go enjoy it here, beware heavy 'Signalis' spoilers though.

Concepts & Reasonings (Beware Spoilers)

>One of the main things I set out from the start to include in the fic was a lot of the 'weird' things that happen in the game. Moments like when you open the butterfly box and suddenly you're on a mountain top, or when you leave the Penrose for the first time at the beginning of the game. This moment, as well as whenever you first encounter a corrupted Kolibri unit always stuck with me as some of the most memorable moments off the game. That's why I wanted to go out of my way to include them, or moments like them. The first was in the second chapter where Falke uses her bioresonance to infiltrate Tempo's mind and is mentally assaulted in a moment where the narrative intentionally twists and loops over itself which ends with this image:

The image is one of the 'Isle of the dead' paintings overlaid with a German translation of an excerpt from the beginning of the 'King in Yellow'. If you want to read you can refer to this post which has the entire excerpt in full in English. This image was one I made in Krita by of course editing the original and mostly adding details to it to fulfill the vibe that is given when you walk into a room with a corrupted Kolibri and it starts getting bad and you can barely see anything, etc... When it came down to actually including it in the text I was a little on the fence, I for one think that images used sparing enough can really emphasize a moment. Much like some of my other decisions, I know it won't work for everyone, but given the intentionally jarring nature I do feel it fits.

>As for how I went about including the vibe of those first person sequences, I wanted it to feel just as alien and initially sudden as the game handled it. This was done by the use of second person, present tense. As I think was beautifully pointed out in a comment on AO3 by @lopadopalis

The intent was exactly that. To contrast not just in perspective but also subtly in tense as well. To give this almost dreamlike quality I think the first-person sections of the game nailed so well. It's enough that if you glaze past it, you won't pick up on it but it may still leave you that off feeling. That in mind using second-person present tense is likely going to be my way of handling these types of moments going forward, as for the same reason as the image in the text, it gives that slight jarring feeling that is exactly what I'm going for. Hidden in here though is a kind of secret influence I didn't mention before and that is 'Harrow the Ninth'.

While its not so much an influence in terms of content, it is an influence in terms of feeling. This books is in my mind the gold standard of second-person narrative, and it's done so well that no other book was able to make me feel as insane as the first few chapters of this book did. And I say that as a compliment. Go read it (after you read the first book in the series ofc).

>Another thing that was mentioned in the comment from Lopadopalis was the death of the Sierpinski survivors. And that is something I do on some level feel the need to explain. In deciding to kill these characters even as most of them are not shown, I felt a great need to do it well. From the start, I knew I wanted to have them decommissioned, and a big part of that was to really show Dr. Lee's true colors even after they made it clear what stance they hold in regards to Replika life. It was startling to have characters that-were they shown in detail-would have been recognizable to anyone who had played the game, and many did seem to recognize the Ara as she appeared. What worried me was that I would accidentally sweep past it too fast. And I hope that isn't the case. Even if mostly referred to as opposed to shown, it carries some impact and does on some level respect them as legacy characters.

>I feel like I keep giving tanks a million times but I really can't stress how much I appreciate @lynxfrost13 for not just allowing me, but also helping me in including the HOPR who I don't know how to link perfectly so I am linking a lore post that was made: here. Please check it out, and also follow Lynx, genuinely without them I'm not sure I would have made my personal deadline. More generally about the HOPR reference around the middle of Chapter 5; I knew I wanted to include other original Replikas as the ones shown in the game aren't the only ones to exist. However, I'm lazy and didn't want to keep coming up with a ton of Replikas that would end up under-cooked because I couldn't give them each the time they deserved. So I made a post and that's when Lynx reached out and we coordinated a way to include the HOPR as a part of the story not just as a character who will be seen more later, but a part of the lore, connections to existing characters and all. I was (and honestly still am) honored to have have been trusted to write with this unit as a part of my story and I'm so glad Lynx had been available to answer any questions and to check over anything and everything to make sure I'm doing their creation justice. ALSO, that need for original Replikas is still ongoing by the way, if you have one and think it may be cool to have it included, send me a DM or ask! I'd love to try and come up with something, the only one that would probably not work is a Schwan Replika, as the Schwan is the one I've planned for the story (if you did do the same as me though still tell me about it! I'd love to hear about your original Replika types!).

>As one of the last things I very briefly wanted to touch on the relationship as it is portrayed in the fic. One of the things that really pushed me past the 'wouldn't that be neat?' stage of planning this fic and into the 'oh shit it's happening' was the kind of lack of very many Falke/Elster/Ariane fics out there. It was my want to see more that partially caused me to start writing. Many other reasons too, but godddd I have to mention that one. Those 3 make me so ill. It was also partially out of wanting to make a work that will get a lot of eyes on it that kinda presents my interpretation of the Sierpinski S23 Falke having Ariane's memories in addition to Elster's. And thus loves Elster as she does Ariane. It just seems like a thing that isn't necessarily a deep-cut theory, but one that is also at least in my opinion not talked about as much as it should be. Though I do feel like it's picked up a lot of traction very recently. I did write a post on this, most that are willing to read this far into this post have probably already read it but I am gonna link it here anyway.

>Okay, this last part is maybe the most interesting section for the purpose of understanding the general scope of ACT-1 and what changes were made in writing that made it what it is now. To anyone who followed me prior to the publishing of ACT-1, maybe even around when I first started talking about the fic, they may know the intent was for this first part of the story to be much bigger, or maybe a better way to say it is more condensed. ACT-1 was meant to encompass nearly all the time the story spent in the Sierpinski facility. The starting intent was to end with the finalization of the new Replika line teased at the end of Chapter 5, and also in the summary. Overall, things would have been pushed together and likely less time given to characters like Dr. Lee to grow into what they eventually became. The decision to change this scope actually came much later prior to posting than is maybe expected. It was around 2 weeks prior to the 27th, I decided (helped along in the decision by my girlfriend) to make the first ACT what it is now, and expand what was initially 3 chapters into a whole 4 then but now 5. This decision was made not just due to the anniversary growing closer and my concern about missing it, but also because I kept wanting to add more. Chapters began to balloon in length as they became closer to what they now are. It hit a point that, eventually, I had to look at what I had and admit it had far outgrown the initial scope. Deciding then it worked better as the new ACT-1 than all of the time in Sierpinski together. Looking back having posted it, I stand by this decision. This allowed Dr. Lee to bloom into a the character they are now and make the reveal that was their change in demeanor better overall. It also allowed me to expand on some of the aforementioned weirdness moments, the entire section with the Falke looking into Tempo's mind in Carcosa was only a few sentences in that first draft. Lastly it also allowed the build up to where Falke ends up this first draft to feel much better telegraphed and overall better earned; her situation is more believable when more is shown and what that extra space allowed me to set up makes for better moments in the future too!

AND THAT'S THE POST! It's a fuckin big one, but then again there was a lot to talk about. Hopefully this really shows that I mean when I say how much love went into this fic, and how much continues to as it goes on. From fanart (some that's even yet to be released), to incorporating my own enjoyments and personal writing inspirations, even just making the hard decisions so what I make is something I'm proud of. If you read the fic, thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart. And if you read all the way through this monster of a post, then I really appreciate your dedication to my brain-rot.

[cosmos-coma]

was thinking all night of an eskel request, and i think i finally got one! eskel pining for the reader while at kaer morhen for the winter, maybe some teasing from the other witchers? super in the mood for fluff, so if you get around to this, extra cuteness plsss and thank you!

Before the Snow is Gone

A/N: My friend I will ALWAYS be happy to write up your requests. I'll admit that I really struggled with this one for some reason, but I hope I made it comedic and fluffy for you!

Pairing: Eskel X Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: bit of angst and depression (from Eskel)

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Geralt and Lambert poked their head around the frame of the kitchen door as another sigh came from the room. There they watched Eskel look forlornly into the stew pot as he stirred, his eyes and thoughts somewhere far from here. 

“Is he still sighing about missing his lover?” Lambert whispered to his white-haired brother, watching as Eskel began rummaging through the spice jars, looking depressed at each and every option.

“He’s been like this for 2 weeks and we’re only a month into winter... Even Lil Bleater can’t cheer him up like she used to.” Geralt said, shaking his head as he watched his brother finally settle on a spice and add it to the pot. 

“What are we looking at?” Asked Yennefer's voice as her head appeared between the two men. 

“Is Eskel moping again?” Jaskier asked now, his head poking out above everyone else’s. 

Geralt blinked as he looked up at his bard. “Jask, you’re shorter than I am. How are you-?” 

“I’m standing on a chair…” he admitted as everyone pulled away from the doorway to talk face to face. 

“There has to be something we can do. I don't want to eat sad stew again.” Lambert complained with arms crossed. 

Yennefer was the first to pipe up this time, “I... think I may have an idea..”

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Lil Bleater propped herself up on his legs, baaing and begging for attention as Eskel took care of the other stable animals. She huffed when she didn’t immediately get the petting she craved and stamped her feet against him. 

“I’m sorry, Kiddo… I guess I’m just not really here right now.” He said as he finally took the time to pause and look down at her frustrated grunts. Another sigh left his lips as he kneeled down to pet her and jostle her horns in a weak effort to play. He knew he wasn’t being any fun lately and he knew everyone else could see it. Hell, Vesemir even tried to have a talk with him the other week, but it had little effect. 

He couldn’t help it if he missed you so greatly. He had spent his warmer months being by your side as much as he could. Memorizing your voice, your eyes, and the feel of your hand in his as much as he could so it would all be perfect in his memory when winter came. 

But now… now it was only making it more glaringly obvious that you really weren't by his side. That you weren’t truly there to whisper to him in the dead of night when he can't sleep, nor to smile at him as you simply passed by. 

“I don't know what I'm gonna do for the rest of the winter, Bleater… it’s getting hard just to get out of bed each morning, let alone go through my chores.” He mumbled softly to the bright-eyed kid. “I’m a witcher, you know? I should be better than this… I’ve faced vampires, and dragons, so-” he paused for a moment as he idly scratched Lil Bleater’s chin.  “So why is it so hard to leave...? Even when I know I’ll be back…”

Lil Bleater only quietly baaed in response, trying to soothe her dedicated caretaker, but not sure how. So she does what all goats do best- she chews on his fingers. 

Another sigh from the soft-hearted witcher, this time with a small smile, “I Love them so much…” he mumbled out, getting lost in his own thoughts again, until an unexpected voice pulled him back with a snap. 

“I Love you too, Eskel.” 

He blinked as he heard it. That was… your voice…? That was your voice! It was you! Eskel spun around to face where the sound came from and nearly dropped Lil Bleater back to the ground when he saw you.

There you stood in the open stable doors, wrapped in your warm winter clothes, cheeks ruddy from the cold, and a big bundle of clothes in your hands. Your breath puffed up in front of your face as you dropped your bag and ran straight into his arms. 

Eskel could hardly contain his excitement as your beaming face came running into his embrace. “You’re here..! but, how…?” Eskel asked, hugging you tight against his chest and drinking in your scent. Soft kisses pressed against your forehead and your temple as you tried to answer, but you couldn't get your words out past the laughter bubbling from you.

“We thought you could use a visit...” came Yennefers voice as she also drifted into view of the stable doors, followed by Geralt, Lambert, and Jaskier. “You’ve been moping about for weeks now and I figured it's easy enough to conjure a portal,” she shrugged, “I open up another portal Home in a few days, so enjoy it.” 

“Geralt, Lambert, and I are also gonna take care of your chores, so you can enjoy your time together.” Jaskier chimed in with a thumbs up and that characteristic charming smile,“and that time starts now, so go on and get out of here! Shoo! Go be gross and in love,” he said, quickly ushering you two out and tossing your bundle of clothes at Eskel. 

Laughter trailed behind you two as Eskel led you inside so you could settle down. However, Eskel rumbled with quiet excitement, and as quick as you settled he was taking your hand to show you everything about the keep. From the kitchen to the armory and everything in between, your beloved witcher just wanted to share every part of his childhood home that he held dear on your first visit. 

“I missed you so much” You mumbled as you took a pause from reading. 

Eskel had finally snuck you away to the Keep’s library at the end of the tour so you two could spend the perfect first evening together. Hot chocolate filled your mugs and your sweet whispers filled the air as you read to him. His head lay tenderly on your chest as he soaked in the warmth of your presence. The fire crackled softly before you and everything was just as it should be. 

“I missed you too… I’m glad you finally get to visit after hearing about it so much” he lifted his head to smile up at you, that notch in his lip tugging it into a larger grin. “And we’ll make the most of our time here. I promise. We can do anything you want- build snowmen, ice skate-” 

“Even just cuddle up under a blanket to fight off the cold…?” you offered with a shake of your head and a chuckle, “I don't care what we do, Eskel, as long as I can be next to you. We could spend the entire visit cleaning up horse shit and- as long as I don’t get any on my face- then I would still consider it an amazing time.”

Eskel’s chest rumbled with laughter that easily passed through your whole body, “I mean- that can be arranged…” 

An even stronger laugh emanated from him as you poked him in the ribs and frowned, “I think I’d rather fall in the lake, Esk. Let’s just take this day by day, okay?” you asked, running your fingers through that lovely dark hair of his. “I love you so much, Eskel. No matter what we do or how far away you are or how hard it is that I can’t see you.” 

You smiled as you pressed a soft kiss to his slightly chapped lips,“and I love knowing that I’ll be able to see you again as soon as the first flowers bloom.”

“Oh, Darling,” Eskel smiled, his expression easy and light as his honey-like eyes melted your heart into a sweet puddle, “I’ll be at your door long before the snow is even gone.” 

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Taglist: @writingmysanity @open--till--midnight (<3) @dark-academia-slut @madamemelancholysstuff

[davidthephoneguy]

Welcome to CD's list of Canceled and Unfinished projects! :D

First we got the canceled ones Part 2

These go from oldest to newest

Gameboy Who Cried Wolf

This was an oc story in which I was attempting to making a non fandom oc comic. The storyline involved two main characters named Daniel who had a GameBoy for a head and Julias who was a werewolf but had to try and hide it from Daniel and everyone else due to werewolves in this world were hunted to extinction. There was a bunch of other monster types existed n stuff like that. Only made a few artworks of it. Canceled due to lack of motivation and I felt like I was forcing myself to do something I didn't really want to. Storyline was also non-existent and yet confusing.

Moon Base Freddy's au

Can't say a lot on this one's reason for existing other then it was heavily inspired by the song The Fine Print by Stupendium. I drew a few artworks for it in some privated live streams. Basically the whole au was a space capitalist dystopia in which all the employees were owned by the company, oh yeah also the restaurant was a moon base that they lived in. Canceled due to not really having anything to do with Freddys, it just sorta had a Freddys mask on. Also lack of motivation which tends to kill a lot of my ideas.

Floral Flurry

Not much to say on this one either, didn't have much to it either. Was another attempt at making a non fandom project that died very quickly. Had help from @/systemfailuretpd for the designs. The storyline was pretty basic being about a parasite plant that learns empathy from its new host and has to go back and fix what it did with its past host. Canceled due to just not really wanting to work on it, was kinda boring and felt too cutesy and simple despite one of the characters previously being basically a genocidal dictator.

Dr Surus' Experiments

Another oc story, this one was about a Dr Frankienstien type who would bring people (several of my oc's) back to life as basically zombies for fame. The story was mainly about David, Jannette, Stevm and another oc that I can't remember rn. Their whole deal was going to be talking about the ethics of bringing someone back to life and how they can't give consent. It was planned to be my next big thing that I was gonna reveal in the animation I'm still working on. Honestly given my track record I would not have been able to convey the messaging very well. Canceled due to lack of interest and generally loosing motivation to work on it.

Pet Shoppe Cats

Another oc story comic that was meant to be a non fandom project. It stared two main characters named Felix and Chip, Chip was an immortal parental figure to Felix. Both were half self inserts and sorta didn't do much. They worked at a pet shop together as they were both animal hybrids which was mostly a trans allegory but despite that I didn't really focus on that with the story being a slice of life thing about them just working at the pet store with not much else happening. I made a few panels and character sheets but not much. Canceled for pretty obvious reasons, was boring and lacked focus. Art style was also just not fitting to my style and i was just sorta forcing myself to not draw something cutesy which my style cannot break from without lookin really odd. Basically I was trying to make myself do something I can't do.

Aaaaaand that is the end of Part 2 my fellows!

A lil shorter then the first one due to me removing a few as upon looking at them again they would be rift content.

The final part will be the unfinished ones on the verge of being canceled so their fate is very up in the air.

[withered--s0uls]

The pipeline of "Dormant" Absolute Solver Cyn except it is in Roblox bc I am too lazy to art

Pre-Canon - Before the Solver

This is the initial "Cyn" (not called Cyn back then) who was built and programmed to fill in the spot of a human couples deceased daughter. (NOTE: The optics would be pastel blue, not white. Also she has a low Ponytail).

At the Manor - Cyn

Cyn after being taken in by Tessa. This is still the real Cyn as herself, even if infected with the Solver. This would be the time DAS!Cyn can remember the most of. (NOTE: opposed to the weird 4 ponytail hairsytle Cyn and Tessa have in canon, DAS!Cyn has a low bun during her time as a maid whilst Tessa has two braids. However the front sidetails still have that same style as in canonverse).

At the Manor - The Absolute Solver

Whilst typically still looking like Cyn herself, at the point where the robo tentacle stuff happens it is no longer her. DAS!Cyn has very very limited memories of the time when the AS basically co-hosted her body.

Pre & Post Body Transfer - Cyn

Cyn wakes up on another planet with amnesia. Tessa has been evacuated here and they slowly re-build their relationship & Tessa build the Oil Canister to help Cyn deal with the AS. At some point Cyn tries to rid herself of the AS by transferring her core to a backup body. She does not remember what happened after that. (NOTE: After the body transfer, Cyn takes out the bun. However the sidetails in the front remain the same as Canonverse)

Reunion - Cyn

Cyn as op Episode 6-8. She still has severe amnesia of most AS related things but is triggered (ptsd) by visible signs of it. She avoids using her own Solver abilities (+ Solver form) until the end of ep 7 / possibly ep 8 depending on what canonverse does.

Post Canon - Cyn

I can not say a lot about post-canon for now, it all depends on what Episode 8 brings to the table. BUT what I can say is that Cyn probably would ask N to cut her hair short if they both make it out alive. After seeing Flesha it would be a reminder of Tessa and make her terribly uncomfortable if not pacicked. N would ask her how short she would want it and she would say she wants it similar to Uzi's lenght bc at that point she also got attached to her. If all 3 make it out alive at the end of this then N would end up as her legal guardian which by extension causes Uzi to take on a similar role due to their relationship. If not then I will update you on how this would change when Ep 8 releases. :) (NOTE: despite the much shorter hair, the hair would still have sidetails in the front styled the same as canonverse. Just a lot shorter [think the typical tomboyish sidetails anime hairstyle])

Also I have some ideas I am playing with where Pre-Canon "Cyn" may make an apperance later on too again,,, but no promises. It is just concepts I have until I know what direction Ep8 will take bc that will affect the "Dormant" Absolute Solver AU outcome :)

[tedturneriscrazy]

To my surprise, I find that I've actually been watching a lot of anime lately (for me, at least). It probably helps that I watched a lot of shorter series (e.g. around 12 episodes). For no reason in particular, here's a list of what I've watched recently along with brief thoughts on them (ongoing in green):

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End. A nice cozy fantasy anime. I like how it mostly focuses on more low-key stuff in between and after epic adventures. Also really hammers home the themes of making the most of the time you have and how people will remember you after you're gone. For some reason I always want to cry when I get to the last line of the ending theme ("I'm whispering our lullaby for you to come back home")

Dungeon Meshi (aka Delicious in Dungeon). It's abundantly clear to me that I do not like this anywhere near as much as everyone else around me seems to. What's less clear is how I do feel about it, though I am still watching, and I enjoy most episodes well enough. Kinda wish it didn't deviate so much from the food aspect at this point, but maybe that's just me. Second ending theme ("Twinkling Ash") is fantastic

Laid-Back Camp (aka Yuru Camp). Peak comf. I was first introduced to this one in hazel's anime countryside video, and so far I've enjoyed it so much I actually bought the 14 volumes of manga that are currently out. I also watched the two hour movie. Twice. Honestly one of my new favorite shows

Super Cub. Another prime example of iyashikei. Also another rec from that hazel video. Seeing Koguma's life change as a result of her beloved Super Cub was absolutely delightful. Highly recommended

Serial Experiments Lain. Teenage me would have eaten this shit up. Peak late 90s existential mindfuckery. Took me way too long to realize that Lain's friends were named Alice and Julie thanks to the subtitles lol. "Duvet" by Bôa is now a semiregular part of my listening rotation

Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou (aka Yokohama Shopping Log). Yet another one featured in the hazel video, and not the last one I'll be watching. There are actually two two-episode OVAs, which I watched in the wrong order, but that didn't affect my enjoyment too much. A peaceful, laid-back take on a post-apocalypse

Do It Yourself!! This actually made me kinda want to engage in DIY projects, but then I remembered that I live in an apartment with no workshop lol. The protagonist looks an awful lot like human form Vee from The Owl House. Serufu and Miku/Purin are adorable together (lowkey yuri vibes?)

Bocchi the Rock! This one is actually very highly rated/ranked/regarded, and I can see why. If you have any form of social or general anxiety, you will find Hitori/Bocchi relatable in some way whether you like it or not. And what do you mean there are only 12 episodes?! 😭 I do hope another season gets announced at some point, because there's plenty of source material from the manga (which I may or may not end up reading). On a final note, that last episode kinda has me into the idea of Hitori/Kita...

[glitchywriter]

No title yet. Part 2!

Hi! I’m having a really fun time writing this and I hope you all enjoy this part. It’s shorter but I’m writing the next part as i post this. I’m still debating if I want to add a tag list so please let me know if you’d like one! As well as some name ideas!

Sorry editing isn’t great, I’m still new to writing so I hope it’s getting better at least! Thanks for reading!!

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none that I can think of?

Previous - Next

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“Not a chance. Call Claire and don’t move. We’re on our way.” And then the phone clicks.

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You text and then call Claire to update her quickly, and she promises to try and override the locking mechanism, or at least get you an internal layout of the basement.

You decide to check out the other door, figuring that while you’re down here you may as well take advantage of it. The room on their other side is bright and empty. Lining the walls are shelves, all covering their contents with glass.

You make out a few vials filled with oddly colored liquids, one is pink and another a bright green. There’s glass jars with what looks to be fish heads and eyes. Tails you can’t make out, scales, and other animals going through various stages of decomposition.

Some are still moving, breathing.

You shudder before taking a few photos on your phone, and a video to show that they’re still alive somehow. You quickly send it to Chris, along with the photo of the dead shark-man, and then put your phone away.

You sit in the room for an hour, gun in hand and hidden in the corner incase someone enters the eerily quiet basement. You don’t know where everyone’s gone, but you’re not complaining at the lack of unwanted company.

Then you hear it. A faint beep from the first room you were in. Shuffling of feet and then a door sliding open and then shut. Your body goes on high alert, and you stand quickly to try and see who’s entered the basement.

Through the door window you spot Dr Stevens, carrying a bucket filled with medium sized fish.

He doesn’t spare a glance around the room, focused on going through the door on the left, stepping over the dead body on the floor with a ‘tsk’ and leaving through the same door the other man went through earlier.

Bingo

You quickly throw Chris’s order to “stay put” out, and follow Dr Stevens through the door.

You’ll face any repercussions later

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You follow Stevens quietly, using your stealth specialist training to stay hidden behind boxes and doors as he makes his way through hallway after hallway.

You spot a few offices down here, looking through their windows briefly you can see people working at desks and machines. It’s busier than you expected, compared to the other first rooms.

You also spot another tank with a very much still alive Shark-Man-Thing in it, this time a women is standing about the tank with a bucket of some..gooey..something, that she keeps throwing in the tank with the creature.

You take photos the entire time as quietly as you can. It helps that all of the rooms have windows, and the hallways are empty aside from you and Dr Stevens.

Eventually he stops at a large door, it’s twice his size and the lock on it would put a bank to shame. You see him reach into his pocket and grab a golden card that catches the light when he takes it out. He places it on the right side of the door, and on the left side he places his hand on a screen.

The lock twists, and 6 prongs slide in from the door frame allowing the doctor to walk easily through, and you quickly follow.

After the door theres another staircase downwards, it’s long, and you can barely make out the end of it.

Dr Stevens is taking them two at a time as if in a rush, and you make sure to wait before continuing tailing him in fear he’ll turn around and see you, or hear your echoing steps.

‘You got this. You’ve hidden yourself in worse situations before. You can do it again’ repeats as a mantra in your mind

At the end of the staircase is another door, and it opens into a large room, ceiling expanding high, with a tank in the middle of it full of water.

Along the wall is a staircase, which leads to a platform high above the tank. Taking a quick look around you notice Dr Stevens rushing up the stairs.

You stare from the dark doorway as the doctor stops at the top platform, before dumping the contents of the bucket into the large tank.

Chunks of large dead fish fall down into the water with a splash, and within 5 seconds a large dark mass swims around the tank in upward motion. Jaw unhinged, you can make out rows and rows of massive sharp teeth that chomp through the water and fish at a high speed. Its face is mutated and you can spot various sets of eyes of different sizes, it almost looks like a bunch of different species of sharks mashed together to make one monster.

It’s terrifying.

You’ve worked with The BSAA for a few years now. Recruited by Chris as a contract agent for the division, you’ve seen a lot of shit;

But never that.

Taking in a sharp breath you watch as Stevens wipes his brow and places the now empty bucket on the platform next to him before leaning back into the railing. It’s an eery silence that’s only filled by the occasional slash of water from the monster in the tank enjoying it's meal.

You take the chance to slide behind a few large crates to the left of the doorway, taking your phone out for more photos of the tank and Stevens standing above it. You notice the room reeks of dead fish, and you can’t imagine how many they must have to fead that thing to keep it satisfied.

Dr Stevens catches his breath, and then straightens up before walking back from the platform and down the stairs again. You see him stop outside of door at the bottom of the staircase, and he quickly shakes his head before continuing back to entrance you both came from.

You hesitate, not wanting to get stuck in this room, but following him isn’t an option as he quickly runs up the stairs and you hear and see the large metal door slam shut behind him.

Now you’re really stuck.

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[cosmiclion]

Hello everyone, this is my way of announcing that I've decided to "fuse" all my little Kuro AUs/ideas (or as many as I can) into one single huge AU:

It’s just easier for me to have one big pretentious project where all arcs are connected instead of going back and forth between AUs 🤷🏻

⬇️Context under the cut⬇️

For those who haven't seen her this is Belmon or just B (any pronouns), the demon OC I shamelessly ship with Grell, I’ve been thinking lately that I really should draw her interacting with other characters 🙂 She belongs to a species of demon that don’t eat souls but instead sustain themselves by absorbing other creatures’ energy, called succubus/incubus or Life Leeches. They’re still immortal eldritch entities beyond human comprehension that originally come from another realm and have limitless shapeshifting abilities, but they’re a little less “otherworldly” in the sense that they experience more human-like emotions and feelings, have concepts of romance, affection, sexuality, friendship and family and can indulge themselves in human pleasures like sleep and food, even if they don’t need them. They also begin their life similarly to humans in that they reproduce sexually, and age like humans during their first years, though they stop aging once they reach adulthood.

When I initially created the AU where I included her, the basic plot was that Sebastian was a familiar demon who had first made a contract with Vincent (which explained why they had a similar physical appearance). The attack at the manor still happened but both twins survived, and then the contract was passed to RCiel and Madam Red, who was also a watchdog, became the twins’ legal guardian. Grell wasn’t a reaper but some kind of spirit of nature who was An’s familiar and they were like sisters, then they met a badly injured and weakened Belmon whose human family had been killed by feral demons, and after taking her in she also became An’s familiar and later fell in love with Grell.

I’ve been making a lot of changes to the AU and scraped most of that. The story so far is that B isn’t anyone’s familiar (and never had a human family) but some demon who has her own place and does her own thing. She’s an acquaintance of Sebastian, they don’t see each other too often but know how to find each other when they need to (at this point in time none of them has met Grell, she’ll come into their lives later). B is a very young demon, in fact at the time this scene takes place she’s chronologically 21 years old, unlike Sebastian whose life spans millennia. So B is pretty much a “new demon”. Despite this, she’s lived among humans most of her life and is an expert on them and their needs.

When Sebastian gets out of the cult’s building with the unconscious Ciel (turns out the conditions the poor boy was kept in gave him a nasty respiratory infection), he doesn’t really know what to do with him. Well, he knows the first thing is to pull the child away from death’s door, but he doesn’t know exactly how to save him on his own, and he has no time to lose. His best choice is to go to B for help, as Life Leeches can not only absorb other creature’s energy but also give them their own energy via physical contact. In fact their supernatural healing abilities are often chosen over (or along with) human doctors for more serious or urgent stuff, they may not be able to quickly and miraculously cure a serious illness or heal a life threatening wound, but they can help a person’s body fight it by keeping it strong. So he basically shows up at her door and hands the child to her like “Plz help ☹️”

Note 1: “Crow” is how B addresses Sebastian before he actually starts going by Sebastian. I headcanon that a demon’s real name isn’t even known to other demons, so they often give each other names based on a color, animal or any other thing that is commonly associated with them. Belmon is actually a shorter simplified version of her real name, and Sebastian calls her Blue.

B absolutely adores children of any species and is more than happy to help nurse little Ciel back to health, she’s just puzzled that a demon like Crow is suddenly acting all motherly and protective 😱

Note 2: I made Ciel’s hair a little bit longer and messier because, realistically, seeing as how the cultists treated the children I don’t think they would’ve bothered to keep them groomed ☠️

(I'm tempted to give the Phantomhive boy so many parental figures but I swear I'll still draw him mainly interacting with Sebas 😂).