#i welcome constructive criticism

[windingintheworld]

A OC fanfic. 1st chapter~♡ OC meets Kaito and is introduced to the academy!

Title: Sad Hello/Beautiful Goodbeye

First day♡

The end of another year means it’s time for a new adventure. The past few years haven’t done much to satisfy my craving for excitement. I’ve roamed the lively streets of London, explored the rich history of Germany, soaked up the vibrant culture of Brazil, and wandered through the ancient wonders of China, not to mention countless places in between. A hundred thousand miles across every time zone, and yet, here I am, still feeling a restless, empty, alone. At first, when the Institute asked for my help in capturing anomalies, I was exited. A witch working with them? That was unheard of, especially since we’re often seen as “volatile” and “unpredictable.” But as the months dragged on, the thrill faded, leaving me with the same old boredom.

“Next stop, Darkwick Academy, meow,” chirped a cheerful voice over the quirky metro intercom, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Next stop indeed,” I muttered to the empty cabin, my voice bouncing off the metallic walls. “Maybe Tokyo will have something fun in store?” As the train came to a smooth stop, the doors slid open quietly, letting in a rush of cool, fresh air that smelled like damp earth. Stepping into the early morning fog that drifted across the platform, I headed toward the chancellor’s office. With the sun just starting to peek over the horizon, it seemed my only company today would be a surprisingly large number of cats. Some were carrying parcels, others had letters, and one, I was pretty sure, had a small drill tucked under its paws. Already, this was way more interesting than the sterile vibe of the Institute HQ. Where I’ve been rotting the past six months.

As I walked down the brick-lined road, a playful grey cat with bright green eyes dashed up to my feet, weaving around my legs. “Meow, meow!” it called, its collar jingling as a little note flapped in the breeze. Curious, I bent down and grabbed the note from its collar.

Mary,

I hope this note finds you well! Please meet me in my office so we can get you settled. I’m sure you’re exhausted from your travels. Our friend here will show you the way.

~C

I gave the kitty a scratch behind the ears, feeling a warm glow inside. “Lead the way, little buddy.”

“Meow!” it replied happily, darting off ahead of me.

And just like that, my first day at Darkwick Academy began.

By the time my meeting with Cornelius concluded, the sky bathed the academy in a warm orange hue, characteristic of my favorite early mornings. I navigated my way through clusters of students shuffling to their classes, occasionally catching an odd glance, but for the most part, I remained overlooked. Typically, my dark clothes and hair contributed to a background character vibe; however, my golden-rimmed green eyes often drew attention. I had never been one to crave the spotlight, unlike many of my sisters. The background suits me just fine.

As I focused on the rhythmic steps of my scuffed shoes, I made my way toward the old chapel Cornelius had mentioned. Counting the cracks in the brick-lined walkway, I was suddenly jolted to the side as a body collided with me. A blond boy’s face came inches away from my own, his wide green eyes staring down at me, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, nearly obscuring the freckles scattered across his face.

“OH MY GOD!” His loud exclamation startled me, prompting me to gently push him off. He scrambled to his feet clumsily, reminiscent of a fawn finding its legs. A small smile tugged at my lips. Though I could feel the disconnect between my feathers and my true feelings. It's safer to keep distance, goodbyes always come too soon. The boy was apologizing profusely, extending a hand toward me, which I accepted.

“I’m Kaito Fuji. I’m so, so sorry again. You aren’t hurt, are you?” He looked me over, and somehow, his cheeks seemed to redden even more. How cute.

“I’m quite alright, though I suggest you be a bit more careful in the future.” I glanced down at where his hand still held mine; his touch was pleasantly warm, not uncomfortable. Following my gaze, he quickly released my hand and held them up in a gesture of apology.

“Ah! Sorry again. Um,” he paused, clearly feeling awkward. “So, what’s your name? I don’t remember seeing you around before.” He offered a smile that mirrored the warm colors of the morning. I returned his smile, realizing that since I might be here for a while, it would be wise to play nice—at least to avoid potential enemies.

“Mary Baker. It’s nice to meet you, Kaito. You’re right; today is my first day at the academy. I hope we can get along well.” I put forth my best friendly smile. Kaito gasped slightly, and he seemed to tense up. Confused, I asked if everything was okay.

“Okay? Better than okay! How about I show you around? I’m free of classes right now anyway! We can even grab some lunch—my treat.” I nodded and we began walking together.

It seemed I had already made my first friend: Kaito Fuji.

Kaito led me to the dilapidated chapel, its squeaky floorboards groaning under our weight, while the boarded-up windows did little to enhance its charm. He insisted on going first, puffing up his chest and putting on a brave face that made me suppress a smirk. “It’s not so scary,” he declared, though I could see a flicker of nervousness in his wide eyes. “Just a little... character.” His cheeky grin was cute, but I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of amusement at his bravado.

As we climbed the stairs, I dropped my backpack at the top with a thud, the weight of it a reminder of my centuries of experience. “I’ll need to pick up some supplies soon,” I said, glancing at him with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah, you definitely don’t want to run out of snacks or anything,” he replied, his voice playful. “A girl with a hangry mood? That’s a recipe for disaster!” He flashed me a teasing smile, his eyes sparkling. Very cute. Little does he know as a witch I rarely need to eat, but my identity is something best kept secret. Witch’s aren’t trusted among the few that know of our existence. For good reason, I suppose. The observations I was put through by the Institute for the past six months show how little trust they have.

I rolled my eyes, the corners of my mouth twitching slightly. “How noble of you to worry about my mood, Kaito. But I assure you, I’ve survived much worse than a lack of snacks.”

We hurried out of the chapel, the irony of a witch living in such a spooky place not lost on me. Kaito continued to guide me around the campus, his excitement palpable as he showed me the main building, classrooms, and even the teachers’ lounge. “And here’s the cafeteria,” he announced dramatically, arms outstretched as if revealing a grand prize. “Where all the best gossip happens! But, um, I might have a little hiccup…” He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks flushing slightly. “I forgot my wallet.”

I couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle. “And here I thought you were the brave hero of the day. It seems you’re just a boy who can’t keep track of his belongings.”

“Hey now, don’t go teasing me too much!” he protested, though the grin on his face betrayed his enjoyment of the banter. “You’re not going to let me starve, are you?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get fed,” I teased, a smirk playing on my lips. “But only if you promise to keep that dimpled smile on your face. It’s quite charming, you know.” His face turned red.

“Ch-charming? Me?” he stuttered out and I couldn’t help but laugh.

We had a nice enough lunch, Kaito chitchatting animatedly about the different houses at Darkwick Academy. “So, there’s Frostheim, my house,” he began, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “It’s full of mostly nepo babies—rich kids who think they own the place.”

“Sounds delightful,” I replied, rolling my eyes playfully.

“Then there’s Vagastrom,” he continued, a hint of disdain creeping into his tone. “We call them the ‘thugs.’ They’re tough, but honestly, I’d steer clear of them if I were you.”

“Noted,” I said, intrigued.

“Jabberwock is interesting, though. They run, like, an… anomaly safari,” Kaito explained, leaning in as if sharing a secret. “I’ll definitely be checking that out soon; it sounds like a blast.”

“Anomalies? Now that’s something I’d love to see,” I mused, my curiosity piqued.

“Hotarubi is another one,” he said, his voice brightening again. “It’s a house of artists. They’re all about creativity and expression.”

“And Sinostra?” I prompted, wanting to hear more.

“Ah, that’s the casino house,” he said, shuddering slightly. “And their vice captain, Romeo? Definitely someone to avoid. He’s a weird stalker,” Kaito grumbled, his expression reflecting genuine concern.

“And what about Mortkranken?” I asked, intrigued by the medical house.

Kaito shivered at the mention. “Ugh, don’t even get me started on the captain. Mad scientists are always a good time, right? Just don’t let them experiment on you.”

I chuckled, finding his reactions amusing. “And Obscuary? What’s the deal with them?”

“Honestly, I don’t know much about them,” he admitted, scratching his head. “You might want to investigate that one yourself. They’re a bit mysterious.”

“Sounds like I have my work cut out for me,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips. “Thanks for the intel, Kaito.”

Finally, we made our way to the convenience store, and I raised an eyebrow at the odd assortment on the shelves. The place had a strange mix of magazines and snacks, with far too many glossy covers for the amount of food. “Looks like they prioritize entertainment over actual meals,” Kaito remarked, picking up a magazine featuring a cat in oversized sunglasses. “What do you think? Should we get this for your ‘how to survive Darkwick Academy’ guide?” He held it up to his face, striking a silly pose that made me shake my head, both amused and exasperated.

As we wandered the aisles, I felt a mix of anticipation and amusement bubbling inside me. Maybe Darkwick Academy wouldn’t be so dull after all—especially with Kaito around.

[princezamlovesthedishwasher]

In honor of Yuri Week I present to you,

the lifestealers as women tierlist

[araneapeixes]

POV you are a some kind of demon or perhaps cambion

[hatchet-boy]

Judging SPN Seasons By How Messy It Would Be If Sam And Dean Started Having Sex

Season 1: freshly reunited. no one else in their world but them. they are obsessed with each other. they would fuck like feral dogs and it would make them so much worse. also dad is there. unspeakably messy. 12/10

Season 2: dad just died. the grief sex would be more tears than come and at least one of them is probably saying johns name mid fuck. dean might have to kill baby brother (TM) and so the obvious reaction to this would be extremely possessive sex. sam would not like that attitude (with the one exception of if it happens when hes drunk in playthings). messy in even grosser but marginally less feral ways than szn one. 13/10

Season 3: milder. still obsessed with each other but more settled into it now. deans turn to maybe die and sams turn to be uber-doober possessive about it. unlike sam, dean would be extremely into that. and his deal is comin due so he might as well. sad and tragic,, but not that messy. probably still more tears than come. 6/10

Season 4: dean just came back from hell to find sam fucking his new demon girlfriend. the angels are there. they're still hunting but Stuff Is Going On and god knows they need to be grounded with each other to make it through. sex would probably help. would do the opposite than make things messier. would be vicious. definite chance dean might try to feed sam his blood. 4/10

Season 5: apocalypse fuck. oh fuck. ruby is dead. angels and death and demons and god and destiny. sam and dean are the most experienced and secure theyve ever been and yet. the whole damn world is about to explode. and yet they are still tortured and annoyed by the goofy everday hunting horrors. fucking would be nice for them, would remind them they belong to each other. they think theyre gonna die so the consequences wouldnt matter a whole lot. less insulated and worried about holy judgment so the incest thing may be a bother now. 2/10

Season 6: you fuck your brother but its not your brother he's different in ways you cant explain but you havent seen him in months and you thought you lost him and hes not quite right but fuck he looks like him and talks like him and knows everything about the two of you and he fucks like a greek god and hes mean as a motherfucker in bed but you can take it its fine its worth it its sam godammit-

15/10

Season 7: stranded up the creek without even a twig for a paddle. both brothers are destroyed and traumatised and forcing each other forward by force of necessity and a brotherly hand on the back of the neck. at least its just them alone together (dean please ignore the hallucination of lucifer sitting in the corner and judging our cock size-). sex would go terribly and be the most unsexy sex ever sexed. but they would probably like the closeness if sam could handle it. messy but wouldnt ruin them long term. there would be a terrible Dick joke. 8/10

Season 8: WHOA BOY WHAT A DOOZY. BOTH BROTHERS HAVE PARAMOURS ON THE SIDE WHOM THE OTHER FUCKIN HATES. DEAN IS PURGATORY FERAL AND HAS ONE EYE ON A VAMP. SAM IS SOFT HAS HIS PINKY FINGER TWINED AROUND SOME RANDOM GIRL. WHY DIDNT YOU LOOK FOR ME?? // YOU TOLD ME NOT TO!! // YOU TRUST A DAMN VAMPIRE OVER YOUR OWN BROTHER?? // YOU HIT A DOG... meanwhile sam is doing the trials losing his mind again and dean is losing his mind about that. letting you down was my biggest sin//there is nothing i would ever put in front of you. messy. 10/10.

Season 9: less than ideal with sam possessed by and angel. dean is rocking with the guilt and confliction. the mark of cain is also making him a bit feral again. theyre safe together in the bunker but thats already claustrophobic enough sex might just suffocate them both. pretty messy. 7/10

Season 10: your big brother is an angry angry man but its not his fault right??? its because of the mark right?? he cant control it and you love him and you want to stay in the safe house/bunker/tomb with him you dont want to leave anymore and you need him. youve both been through enough. you deserve this. there would be minimal messiness caused by sex with your brother rn. exception to those few weeks where he was a demon. 2/10

Season 11: gods sister is here and its the apocalypse again. dean hates what he has with Her. at least his sammy is here. at least theyre together. still crazy about each other. gay incest sex is the most reasonable reaction. god might find out- but then again, he and his sister are pretty wacked out together too, and are we not made in gods image?. 1/10

Season 12: Mom is here and so is lucifer and his kid and also the cunt ass brits. not ideal. minimal messiness so long as no one finds out. and fuck all them anyway its pretty clear sam and dean can only ever really trust each other. sex would be affirming and safe here. they are absolutely fucking in the kitchen to the smell of toast and coffee. dean discovers he has an std because no its not normal that your balls have iched like that for the past four years you need to go to a doctor and dean i swear on the impala if you gave it to me- . 3/10

Season 13 to 15: fellas is it gay to have sex with your brother who you've been functionally married to for over a decade? probably not right ha ha. if they havent already fucked by now theyre not going to. theyre just gonna be intensely platonically married until they die. they both have erectile dysfunction by this point . sex would mean everything to them but change nothing they would still be old and married in their bunker with the devils kid tomorrow regardless. they dont care what people think anymore. fuck all messiness. 1/10

Post Season 15 Finale/Heaven: we deserve a soft epilogue my love sammy. mildly concerned about being kicked out of heaven for incest but with everything else theyve done they still made it there. it would be the least of their sins. lovely soft and nothing hurts. can you make a sex tape in heaven? 0/10

[love-jelly]

THE VALIDATION.

sypnosis: precious, sweet choso would never ever deny you in any way, always opting to let you do whatever you wanted for your own entertainment and satisfaction, even if it includes giving you his heart and body.

contents: tutor!choso, sub!choso, dom!reader, pet names (choso: cutie, baby, bubs, darling, pretty prince, good boy | reader: mommy), dirty talk, hair pulling (m!receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex (does this even count idk), choso is desperate for some puthy (YOUR puthy), overstimulation (m!receiving), praise kink

word count: 1.4k+

a/n: based on this idea by @hotlinemurder ! tysm to maki for blessing my tl with this idea and i hope i did it justice !! hope u enjoy !! minors dni. ageless / blank / minor blogs will be blocked if seen interacting!

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choso tutors you every wednesday and friday afternoon from twelve pm to two pm every other week in the university library. a timeline you both come up with to nicely accommodate both of your schedules- him with his studies and you with your parties and whatnot. not to say you don’t focus on school, you do, life’s just easier when you can ignore all the pending assignments that are due at 11:59pm and all the teachers that seemingly have it out for you.

but choso is sweet, unnecessarily so even when you try to quietly yawn at his rambling that seems to bounce off the walls of the study room you two rented. even when you start doodling in your notebook, when you’re supposed to be writing down what he’s trying to teach you. life is just more fun when you let go, something you’re sure choso doesn’t know how to do when you don’t show him how to.

choso is a straight-a student and tutor, teaching you topics better than any of your professors on the surface. but when you have him in the palm of your hand, with actions that are only a little suggestive? you’ll surely have him fucking you better than any of them too.

a few taps from the tip of a black pen on your notebook shakes you from your thoughts, choso gazing at you with concern evident in his eyes and a cute frown.

“you do know midterms are two weeks away, right?” the concerned lilt in his tone is cute but not cute enough for you to really care, knowing you would rather be doing anything else than studying calculus four.

you look up and smile apologetically, “sorry, cutie, but partial differentiation of functions is not on my mind right now.”

he blushes softly at the pet name but holds his ground, “but you didn’t come to any lecture last week. these questions are gonna be on the exam, you have to know them.”

you stand up, going behind him to undo the two buns he keeps atop his head, “‘s alright, i have you, don’t i?” the locks of hair unravel like a pretty present as you massage the mop around, evening the spread of his pretty brown hair.

“that’s why i’m trying to teach you right now but you won’t even listen,” he softly whines in slight protest, distracted by the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair.

“i have a better idea- don’t you wanna have fun?” you twist yourself onto his lap, thighs fitting atop his as you straddle him. you twist your hand into a fist to garner a hold of his hair, pulling it back to lift his head to expose his pretty wide eyes.

“b-but-” he stammers, moving his head to the side to avoid your eye contact, not sure what excuse to use. you roughly pull his hair again to force him to face you again, a mewl falling from his lips.

you cut him off with a soft voice, “you want me to stop?” you press chaste kisses to his jaw and throat, leaving an especially hard one on his adam’s apple, a soft sigh slipping out from his mouth.

he groans, unable to find an answer in his now-muddled brain. “please-”

precious, sweet choso would never ever deny you in any way, always opting to let you do whatever you wanted for your own entertainment and satisfaction, even if it includes giving you his heart and body.

“please what, baby?” you smile lightly, knowing he would always give into pleasure, give into you. 

“please make me cum,” his usual honeyed, deep voice is exchanged for a separate breathy, higher tone that’s reserved for your ears and your ears alone.

“all you had to say, bubs,” you lightly grind your core to his hardening, twitching cock, that seemingly was begging for some sort of stimulation that could help relieve the hot bubble that was forming in his lower belly.

something between a whine and a groan erupts from choso’s lips as you go in for another kiss, you swallowing up his sounds by connecting your lips.

“we’re in the library, darling. remember to be quiet, ‘kay?” you remind him with a sweet smile as if you weren’t the reason for his loud volume.

he whimpers, “s-sorry, mommy, please-” he chokes out, “c-can i put it in?”

you reach down and pull his cock out of his pants and give it a few jerks. “do you deserve it?”

choso scrunches his face in pleasure, eyes shut and lips wet with both his and your saliva. he manages to open his eyes a bit and breathe out, “yes- yes i do- please?” his brown orbs plead with you for stimulation- for pleasure- for mercy.

“put it in then, show me how desperate you are for me,” his fingers are fumbling around, pushing your skirt up and realizing you’re wearing his favorite lacy violet panties underneath, he groans quietly to himself admiring the wet spot on it for a second. set back on his prior mission, he pushes his cock into your panties, creating a large wet spot as he humps the scratchy material to find pleasure.

“my pretty prince, right? look at you, you just wanna get off, huh? i’ll let you use my pussy- so you better use it well.”

“thank- you, mommy,” he mewls softly before aligning himself with your hole. he quickly shoves it in- catching you off guard, forcing a hiss and moan from your lips that he quickly shuts up with a kiss that you dominate early on.

his hands have you in a vice-like grip that’s sure to leave bruises, holding you a few inches above his own body as his hips uncontrollably rut up into you, balls slapping on your buttcheeks.

“f-fuck- what would your parents say about this, huh? their p-precious little boy so desperate to cum inside of a woman?” you bite his earlobe, moaning directly into it, only serving to make choso’s dick impossibly harder.

“do-don’t-”

“don’t what, bubs? don’t tell your parents? but with how much you c-cum inside me, won’t we have to tell them when we have a b-baby?” you chortle in his ear, his face tinted red from embarrassment but still rutting up into you, desperately searching for release that feels so close with the way you’re clenching around him, still wanting to cum inside you as if it was his lifes goal.

“c-can’t- please- please let me cum inside.” he nearly sobs, his orgasm feeling like it’s approaching.

“don’t stop, don’t stop. you’re doing so so good for me, bubs. keep going- just a bit more, you’re almost there, baby,” you whisper into his ear, keenly aware of the effect your words have on him.

“please, please, please- let me-” 

“you wanna cum? you wanna cum in me? give your parents a grandbaby? you want that huh- you want your parents to know what a dirty whore you are for wet pussy- my wet pussy? come, come inside me.” your filthy words spill out of your mouth and into his flushed ear like whispers of an eternal bliss in hell.

a chain of “yes”s leave his lips in needy murmurs as he nears his climax. his thrusts into you become shorter and sloppier as you hug him closer, quieting your own moans by putting forth effort in marking up his neck.

a long, languid moan is ripped out from choso’s chest with his hips still rutting into you, albeit slower now, steadily fucking his cum into you, although his cock is still semi-hard. “let me- let me make you cum, please?”

you breathily laugh, “keep fucking me, baby, i’m almost there.”

choso continues his actions through strained movements, overstimulating himself, still roughly but quietly moaning through his own pain and pleasure. pulling you closer and staring at your pretty face filled with pleasure, he seems to be mesmerized by every feature on your face that contorts to prove that you were finding as much bliss in this as he is.

“fuck, i’m close, baby. gonna make me cum? make me cum,” choso quickens his pace, grunting in exertion. with a hand slapped over your mouth to hold back your shriek, you cum, spasming around his cock. fucking you through your orgasm, choso whines. he was so focused on making you cum that he didn’t realize he was nearing his second orgasm and with one last thrust into you, he spills a second load into you.

“good boy, choso. you did so well,” your validation makes him feel tingles all around his stomach, butterflies awakening in his stomach.

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a/n: honestly i hate this n i felt like it was WAY too fast paced. BUT i promised a fic so here's one amidst my busy schedule :') life stop fucking me in the ass when :/ thank you for reading !!!

[amiscreations]

✨Flowers underneath us now

Towers underneath us now

We walk above the city

You and I✨

[diiambee]

If you're ever feeling like you're lost— I'll come find you.

Man all fronts, there's no ocean I won't swim across— To be right by you

[pathetichoney]

[Image ID: Hero costume design for Ashido Mina. Below her horns, she has a pair of white rimmed goggles resting in her hair, the lenses being purple. She's wearing a cyan and purple sleeveless cropped top with a black hood, white fingerless gloves and white socks. She has a white belt with a high saturation blue/purple coloured belt buckle that is tied to both a pair of primarily purple and cyan shorts, as well as a baggy pair of black pants over top. The pants have cut outs at the sides, showing both her shorts and upper thigh, while ending mid-calf. Her shoes are made of thick material, her right shoe being purple with cyan straps, her left being cyan with purple straps. They both have cream soles. There are four additional diagrams showcasing various aspects of her costume, being her gloves (label: open for acid shooting & reinforced knuckles), a pouch on the back of her belt (label: pouch for acid neutraliser throwables), the thick soles of her shoes and an underview of said soles (labeled: holes for optimal acid skating). Text of image below:

cy[pH]er

outfit inspired by breakdance mixed with activewear for ideal hero usage

cypher is a breakdance term for a circle that breakers (dancers) form then dance in

stylised as cy[pH]er to emphasize the ph, referring to the pH scale for acid

fighting style is a unique blend of breakdance and capoeria with tweaks to improve quirk use

End Image ID.]

aaaaand here is my ashido mina costume redesign!!! really happy w how the design turned out, not so sure on the drawing itself. drew it back in may and i've been looking at it ever since, so i've noticed a few things that i could fix, but its been too long so i'd have to redo the whole thing and ahahah no. may redo it in the future, but for now it gets the job done. it was deffo fun trying to draw mina, she's a dear favourite of mine so it was fun to play around with her inhuman appearance. i wasn't sure if i managed to capture my hc appearance of her, but her canines aren't sharp they're just kinda large and stick out slightly. there's a japanese term for it, yaeba, and it's generally regarded as a cute thing. also her tongue and inner mouth is more vibrant red, which i thought would go with her pink skin. her skin is pink due to her quirk and while using the ph scale, the highest strength acid is usually red. i thought it fit lol. also please praise me on the name, while i will forever adore her going as alien queen, i LOVE the unique-ness of cy[pH]er.

[eri-pl]

my naym is ring and wen im on i help yu hide mayk problems gon i shou yu things that ar ahed i binde yur soul i mess yur head

my naym is silm im genius-mayd i show yu things that ar long fayd and then I mayk everyone die i am so greyt i mayk yu cry

my naym is melk and wen thers feast wen time is rite or im just pist i go and maim finwe and trees i steal the rocks i mess the ryme i do the diss*

my naym is mai ron im perfect i have pet wolfs and i collect monsters and spells i live in bog cant keep an elf get bit by dog

my naym is nom and im so wyse i left my hom in paradyse i met som men i lernd wyrd stuff i likd the wolf that was enuff

my naym is kano i am a bard i mayk sad songs and i cry hard sindar hav gem so i them stab i go to beach and now im crab

my naym is fyre and I nou grif my dad was killd by petty thif i swer an outh of eternal yre i meet balrogs my naym is fire

my naym is mae my dad mayd stuff i talkd with morgoth more than enuff I did bad things i fell to fyre now im in halls i lik threds for vaire

[woolying]

posting wip so i have the motivation to finish it eventually...surely i dont give up....

monitoring feat vero

[abandoned-quiche]

question for any and all monsters; if you were human, what soul type do you think youd be?

(ooc list so mod doesn't have to go look em all up)

HELLO !

IT APPEARS THAT, FOR ONE REASON OR AN OTHER, OR PERHAPS NO REASON AT ALL, YOUR QUESTION HAS FOUND ITS WAY TO ME.

WHAT A JOY !

SO!

"SOUL TYPES"!

IT HAS LONG BEEN DEBATED IN THE SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE THE CAUSE OF DIFFERENT COLORS OF SOULS IN HUMANS.

IT APPEARS TO, IN SOME WAY, RELATE TO THE PERSONALITY OF THE INDIVIDUAL, BUT IT IS UNCLEAR HOW.

I UNDERSTAND THAT,

ONE WAY OR AN OTHER,

IT HAS BECOME YOUR BELIEF THAT THESE ARE THE SEVEN "SOUL TYPES".

BRAVERY.

JUSTICE.

INTEGRITY.

KINDNESS.

PERSEVERANCE.

PATIENCE.

"DETERMINATION."

THIS IS NOT SO.

THOUGH,

I CANNOT BLAME YOU

FOR COMING TO THIS CONCLUSION

WITH A SAMPLE SIZE OF ONLY

EIGHT.

IN REALITY, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS "SOUL TYPES".

THESE ARE MERELY

CHARACTER TRAITS

PRESENT IN THE SIX FALLEN HUMANS BEFORE FRISK.

MOST HUMAN SOULS ARE SOME SHADE OF ONE OF THE COLORS ABOVE,

BUT A HUMAN SOUL CAN COME IN JUST ABOUT ANY COLOR.

A BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW OF HUMANITY'S PUREST ESSENCE.

ISN'T THAT WONDERFUL?

. . .

AS FOR "DETERMINATION."

THIS SUBSTANCE IS PRESENT WITHIN ALL SOULS.

IT WAS DISCOVERED BY MY SUCCESSOR, DOCTOR ALPHYS!

SHE IS A WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL PERSON.

IF ONLY SHE COULD SEE THAT AS WELL.

. . .

I'D LIKE TO THINK, THAT IF I WERE A HUMAN, MY SOUL WOULD BE A NICE SHADE OF

PERIWINKLE.

NOT FOR ANY PARTICULAR REASON - I JUST LIKE THE COLOR!

. . .

THANK YOU

FOR THE QUESTION,

EVEN IF IT WAS NOT MEANT FOR ME.

IT IS ALWAYS

A DELIGHT

TO CONNECT WITH YOU ALL.

. . .

OH, AND MY APOLOGIES IF ANY OF MY TEXT IS HARD TO READ DUE TO THE COLORS.

I AM BEST SEEN IN THE DARKNESS!

[veggidoesart]

snufkin's whole family thinks he's gay- a moomins/bo burnham animatic

by me!

posting it on tumblr first, probably gonna go public on yt tomorrow ^-^

(repost cause i think i messed up the link the first time)

[cursed-child-autumncookie]

Silly Mirabelle drawing...

[undercover-grisha]

Yeah I did NOT listen to y’all’s votes in the hair poll lmaoo 😭

[mogwaisonmars]

artstyl tutorial PELAOSELELWPAPWLEWPLE PRETITIYNPELAAASEEE

ok so i created a mini run down of how i draw bodies and features but of course since ive never given a proper tutorial before if theres anything in this that I haven't clarified or if you want to know something else feel more than welcome to let me know!!

i feel like this art style is prone to change but here shows you how I tend to draw things at the moment  ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

i usually only use this style to draw kids or when doodling so im working on incorporating it into drawing adults and stuff too

[hanna-kin]

You know the hate Lisa gets in this fandom is so sad

Daily I see people hating on her, some even for things that are other people’s fault.

Likewise I see people credit other people for her work.

And it's completely fine to dislike season 2, it's fine to be unhappy with decisions she made but I think it's just escalated and at this point it's pretty damn sad to see how hateful some people are being.

They are just vile and cruel and yeah it actually makes me sad.