#i dunno where this style came from or went but can i have it back. it's cute ahsjfdgd

[phosphorus-noodles]

yet another old drawing i found today, but this time it has a oneshot that goes with it ^^

au where it's 3rd life but origins are there too with starborne scott and moobloom jimmy. that's it that's the post

[averageartistamber]

Okay, first Ultraman monster done-it's Gomora. Gonna start with the classic/iconic ones.

So, for the description parts of these posts, I might just throw down some of my design notes, since they give explanations for design choices and little bits of the "lore" that'll help some of the art make a bit more sense.

I thought it’d be funny if there’s like a “Sinister Six” (goofy Spiderman comparison, but bear with me) of Kaiju who have personal beef with Stellar…

Gomora, an awkward teenager in Dad’s time, now a full-grown adult (inspired by his “Prince of the Monsters” fan title). He wants a proper fight with Ultraman now he’s a lot stronger. I’m thinking maybe his tail is supposed to pop off, like it does this thing where it acts independently almost every time it get severed (“Uggh! I have it go and catch it again!”). Odd choice for a running gag but whatever.

And I know people are gonna be like “Umm Ackually Gomora shoots a heat ray from his nose, he doesn’t really breathe fire”, but screw you it’s my AU I do what I want.

His design is gonna be pretty close to the source material, dunno what the texture on his belly is supposed to be, looks kinda rocky? Might have a visible “break line” like on those lizards that can regrow tails (maybe that’s the irl inspiration? That would actually explain why the tail tends to move around afterwards). His past design was much smaller and thinner, and less spiky, to convey him being younger.

A long while back, some villagers discovered strange markings outside of a cave and decided to investigate, finding a wounded female inside protecting her egg. Some of the villagers would check on them as the mom would dip further into the cave to hunt for food. Eventually she didn’t come back and those villagers attempted to raise the teenage monster by bringing him offerings of food. Someone raised the alarm and that’s when STAR came in. This was in the middle of Stellar’s active hero career, so he went pretty soft on the juvenile Gomora, allowing the team to tranq and relocate him.

I am kinda liking the full illustration style for the concept art, even though it means the art takes a fair bit longer to make. Not sure if all my monster drawings are gonna be like this, or just ones where I'm recording a speed paint. I'll see how it goes. This illustration probably takes up a bit too much space here but it's an interesting composition.

[sadistic-kiss]

VERY LONG COMMENT!

Appreciation Comment + comment on the chapter ( basically me rambling for a very long time) ♡

The way I dropped everything I was doing the second, I saw the notification for House of Alpha chapter 14. (≧ヘ≦　)

I remember finding the series when there were only 3 chapters out, and I've never been more grateful to have found it! I absolutely adore the series (and all of your other work too! I found you through Bloody Summer on AO3~) (σ≧▽≦)σ

I love your ideas, your style of writing, the plot, the cringe, and 2nd hand embarrassment I get when reading. I adore you! Did I say how much I adore you? Well I absolutely adore you! ( ≧∀≦)ノ

ANYWAYS, enough rambling about how much I adore you and your work, LET'S TALK ABOUT CHPATER 14!!

When the explosion went off and I started freaking out along with Raven... I was about to fight whoever was going to hurt my babies (the alphas are everything but babies but they're my babies!) (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻

Then, when I read that Nanami was injured and was bleeding, I was about to throw hands at the monster! Luckily (but still unlucky), it was just the poison... I need Nanami to be healthy again!! =(っ*´□`)っ

And then Satoru.

I'm biased since Satoru is my favorite, BUT THE WAY, MY HEART BROKE WHEN HE THOUGHT WE HATED HIM!!! I was screaming and crying no and how much I loved him. I need to hug my baby and smother him in my love. ｡･(つд`｡)･｡

AND THEN THE ENDING OF THE CHAPTER! Had me screaming from the kiss, and now I'm so excited for the next chapter! Time is moving too slow for me, I want to know what happens next, and I absolutely can't wait! (Take your time. This is just me being annoying–) 。。(〃_ _)σ∥

I seriously can't believe this story came to you in a dream. Why can't it happen to me too!? I seriously can't imagine it. If the story came to me in a dream, I would have been so upset when I woke up! Like, let me go back to dreaming where I can have hot guys in my personal space! (´□`; 三 ;´□`)

OK, LAST COMMENT I PROMISE!

This is actually my first time ever commenting despite reading and liking everything from you, so I'm just going to say, FROM NOW ON, I will leave a comment (on tumblr) on everything! If I don't, come and scold me because I need to smother you in affection for creating these masterpieces!! No, seriously, please remind me if I ever forget to smother you in affection because you absolutely deserve it! I'm counting on you to remind me if I forget to comment!

ﾟ+.ヽ(≧▽≦)ﾉ.+ﾟ

PS: Did I tell you how much I love you and your work?

PPS: You actually were one of the 2/3 writers who inspired me to start writing! Although it's still a work in progress because it's easier to imagine than write and because I'm procrastinating–

PPPS: I LOVE YOU FOR EXISTING AND CREATING THESE MASTERPIECES. I'M DETERMINED TO SMOTHER YOU IN AFFECTION!!!!

*Squeals and cry at the same time*

I like to type my response while reading a long comment but I’m already giggling and smiling like a damn idiot 🥹

I’m so glad you found me~ bloody summer was such a long time ago oh wow 😂. I have changed so much since my friend and I started that one. Sometimes I read it and hiss a bit, it is quite dark. I might rewrite it in my style? (Is that a writing style? I dunno I’m kind of new to this lol.) I was once a sadistic bean but I am now turned into a mushy chef 👩‍🍳(I swear I blame gege it’s his fault and I will raise my fist to the sky till the day I rest). Maybe I should change my name to chef’s kisses XD.

*giggles and kicks my feet some more* I swear i can’t stop smiling while reading this my cheeks hurt 😭.

Ooo~ just in case someone didn’t read chapter 14 yet I’ll put a spoiler warning hehe 🤭

⚠️House of alpha Chapter 14 Spoiler warning engage ⚠️

Yes 🥺, they are our psycho little pack but we must take care of them because they are silly and stupid at times.

I know our poor Nanami baby 😭🖤 (we are doing our best)

I’m bias about all the characters, my daddies can do nothing wrong XD. Gojo feeling sad because he’s feeling left out makes me do tha aaaahh~ poor bebe~

House of alpha is one of those stories where I’m writing a chapter and have to stop myself because I’m writing into the next chapter. I had planned to make chapter 14 longer but it was already peaking 4k and you know Gojo is going to want more from that kiss because he’s greedy 👀~. I also had fell asleep like right after I posted hahah. I was so mad when my work didn’t save I stayed up all night to finish it so don’t worry I’ll try to get that next chapter to you ASAP~ I do have two children that are not yet out the house (Looks at Desert Rose and House of Alpha stories) I must love them both equally so the next post will be for Desert Rose ~ don’t worry she’s almost old enough lol (not me treating my stories like kids XD) 🖤

Oh! Yes! I have very interesting dreams. I have so many ideas that I have to close off because I need to finish the stories I have lol. I like to focus on one or two stories at a time.

So~ I don’t think I can tell you how fucking hilarious it was when i ran away in my dream from the omega house. In my dream I actually was on the boat getting ready to sail. I was leaning on the side looking out at the beautiful ocean while taking a deep sigh. Like damn those were some hot ass alphas, I’ll never get that experience but oh well~ The captain sounded the bell for us to go but then stopped mid ring. that’s when two men stepped up beside me. Sukuna was snacking on fingers (he was a lot more gruesome in my dream. Like he actually killed miwa in my dream because he got pissy of the food she served him so I made sure to save her in the actual story and made that part part of the game story if that makes sense) while Toji just leaned on the side to admire the view with me. And Toji was like nice view Huh? And sukuna was like yeah imma stop you right here I don’t like boats get the fuck off And I looked at them like WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?! And toji was like oh we were just seeing where you were going but let’s stop it here prime omega. And the complete shock I felt when they told me they chose me sent me flying over board as I swam away and ran because I just can’t accept nice things XD. yeah hehe my dream was more of the smutty bits and plots lol I don’t want to spoil it 🤭.

But when I woke up I was left in awe. It was like i watched a really good movie but I can’t tell anyone to watch it because it doesn’t exist so I gotta retell the story like tenacious D singing their tribute to the greatest song in the world but it was the greatest reverse harem issekai in the world 🤣🖤. I was like the people must know of this story !

Omg! 😭 this comment was already worth a thousand comments hahah! And I love to spoil so please don’t feel obligated, it just makes me so happy to even read this 🖤. I waited till the morning to read it since I was super tired when I finished chapter 14 I wanted to make sure I could really indulge in your comment. I saw it before bed and couldn’t stop smiling because I wanted to read it this morning lol. I feel like I just drank a cup of coffee and I’m so excited to start my morning so thank you, this meant a lot to me. You could have literally put I love you and I would have been grinning all day 🖤🤭.

Oh! I love love love when others are inspired to write so please if you need help let me know! I write stories I want to read 😭😭😭! I have bookmarks of fanfics that haven’t been updated since last year, I am desperate for more fanfics haha!

Oh wow I typed so much I am so sorry sometimes when I get excited I can’t stop typing XD

P.S: I love YOU and will do my best to spoil you with more to eat. I love to feed and please👩‍🍳🖤

[crypticjackal13]

Hi how are you can you make a request of a macaque wukong and spider queen x sick fem reader

Like reader has a really bad fever and like she can’t get out of bed so macaque,wukong and spider queen comfort and taking care of reader

I’m sorry for the little words I’m just sick and I can’t concentrate on writing

Aw I hope you feel better! I loved this idea, please enjoy!!

"Darned Germs" (803 w.c)

SWK, Macaque, and Spider Queen x GN!Sick!Reader

Romantic Oneshot

Pronouns: you/yours

CW: sickness, mentions of food/eating, a single joke about eating people

“Gods, you’re burning up!” 

Macaque took the thermometer from you with wide eyes. You could really only nod, and even then it was hard to really move. You were lying in his bed, since you had spent the night after watching movies with him, however you awoke feeling as if you were on fire. He had gotten you set up with plenty of fluids and an ice pack on your forehead, but it wasn’t helping as much as he had hoped. He took out his phone, typing up some messages.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, your words slurring. His tail was swishing as his expression was concerned. 

“I’m calling in the big guns.” 

Not even half an hour later, your other two partners appeared. Wukong came in the door first, and held it open as Spider Queen came in with some grocery bags. Macaque helped to take their coats. 

“Queenie, I told you, I had food covered.” He protested, raising an eyebrow at how much she was actually carrying. She shook her head, stepping into the apartment’s kitchen and opening the fridge. It was nearly barren, save for some leftover takeout and a single plum. 

“Yes, because this’ll be enough to nurse a whole army back to health. Gimme time, and I’ll have just the remedy for this blasted fever,” she tied all her dark hair back into a bun and then moved past the monkeys to where you were. Upon seeing you, it was like she was going full mom-mode—the term Wukong had coined after she had made a habit of fretting over you, him, and Macaque on a normal basis. “Oh, sweetheart, look at you!”

“Hi Queenie…” you reached out to her and she enveloped you in a hug. 

“How’d this happen? Who was so cruel to pass on these germs to you?!” 

“I dunno,” you spoke into her chest. Even though you loved the attention, you were still very warm. She pressed the back of her hand to your forehead. “But I’m really tired…”

“That’s okay. You just lay back while I go make something to help, alright? No work, no nothin’ until you’re better.” She gave the crown of your head a kiss before stepping out of the bedroom to go begin the meal. Wukong came in next, with Macaque trailing behind him. 

“Hey, peaches. You okay?” He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over and kissing your cheek. 

“Not so much. I’m drinking water and stuff, but I still feel cruddy.” You said. 

“Aw, well no worries! We’ll take care of you!” He reached into his own bag, that you didn’t even realize he’d brought in, and retrieved a stuffed bear. You happily accepted the plush, hugging it tightly. 

“Thanks Wukong!! I love him!” You smiled. He smiled back. Him and Macaque settled onto the bed, making small talk. Every now and then they’d pause and remind you to drink water, before resuming and grooming each other a little bit. Eventually a wonderful smell wafted through the air. All three of you went to the bedroom doorway and looked toward the kitchen. 

Queenie stood facing the stove, her sleeves rolled up and a hand on her hip as she stirred something in a pot. She taste tested some of it, before shaking her head and adding some herbs to the mixture. 

Sensing the pairs of eyes on her, she turned her head, gaze softening as she saw you all looking toward her. She taste tested again, this time nodding, and then she motioned for you to come over. Wukong moved forward first, practically salivating, and Macaque rolled his eyes and scooped you up bridal style. He carried you over to his table, sitting you down and then going to get dishes. 

Once everyone was set up at the table, the queen scooped some of the stew from the pot and into the bowls in front of you and the others. 

“This recipe’s warded off sickness from me and my boys for ages,” the boys in question being her henchmen who she said were also her subjects. “So I want you two to eat it as well, just to be on the safe side.”

“Promise there’s no meat or people in it.” Wukong joked, remembering what her diet could consist of. 

“Relax, I wouldn’t feed y’all that stuff! It’s just veggies and herbs. Now dig in!” 

Indeed, you all ate as if your lives depended on it, but really, it was just that delicious. Macaque noticed you were tired after the fact, so he helped to set you up in his bed again, opting to sleep on his own couch. In the morning, you awoke and felt as if the fever had never even been there, snuggled up with a happy stomach and your new stuffed bear.

[azuresage]

ok heres some slightly organized notes on the new wilds stuff that ive been editing over the past few days

seems both the palico and the hunter now have spoken dialogue in the story. Before, the hunter never had a voice of their own, until risebreak added in-quest situational voice lines. Now they've gone the full mile. I'm into it.. provided we get personality options to choose from. they could do what they did for dragons dogma 2 and have personality sets with unique dialogue for each set. there should also be an option to remain silent, as well. that would be ideal. also hoping the character creator will be as in depth as dd2's...

right away, we see the hunter use the slinger for environmental effects. that's probably the most inoffensive thing they could have carried over from world... still really didn't want to see it back.

i see the new mount can scoop you up when you get downed, so wirefall is still a thing, just in a new form. looks a little more balanced, at least.

small monsters attacking a large monster in a group. that's neat. kind of like an expansion on turf wars.

we see the hunter swap from a greataword to a bowgun while riding the mount. that's pretty insane. we've never had a weapon change on the fly like that before. that's gonna be a game-changer. part of me wants to complain about it detracting from the spirit of pre-hunt preparation, but that spirit's been dead since world introduced item box and cooking at camp anyway, so i dunno how to feel...

the next thing we see is a montage of brand new moves, and possibly a stance change with the greatsword. so im going to make a guess here... rather than switch skills, we're getting stances. so it could kind of be akin to the skill swap scroll in sunbreak where you switch between two custom movesets on the fly. now we are changing our stances, and with it our movesets. i have to admit, the idea of that really gets me excited. thats just the sort of spice to the gameplay i was hoping for... if it's what they're doing. and the new greatsword moves all looked incredibly cool. i did say more command input type moves would be a satisfactory alternative to special moves. we already see three new ones for just the greatsword. the more the better. im hoping its at least three per stance. i have to say, i'm feeling optimistic about this now. its looking to be more than world 2 electric boogaloo, if this is anything to go on. ^ so they came out and said that this is called focus mode, and it... is basically what i thought it was gonna be, kind of? it still sounds cool. it slows you down and lets to target specific parts of monsters, it sounds like. that's neat. its still an alternative gameplay style. me likey that. the more move variety, the better. switching in and out of focus mode does kind of still make me think of skill swap from sunbreak, and its still got new moves to go with it. im for it.

sos flare from world is back. i just hope it doesnt suck like it did in world. rise's version of it was functionally better, id say. i hope they improved upon the mechanics of it if theyre pulling more from world than rise for this.

im gonna make an easy guess that the story is youre searching for that kid with the necklace's parents who went missing on an expedition into these "forbidden lands" as theyre apparently called. honestly as far as im concerned the story is just a set piece for the locales. the maps in world sucked, but some of them had really neat lore to go with their biomes, so if theyre continuing with that, all i can hope for is better layouts. also laughing my ass off at seikret autorunning to objectives. no thanks. that's an L. world's maps were so bad they had to introduce that to make chasing monsters through them bearable. the fact that we are doing that again doesnt inspire confidence. i also hope the story doesnt command too much attention. it was really intrusive in world/iceborne, if im being honest. risebreak did a fine enough job of it, i think. monhun really doesnt need a deep story.

in the same vein, i really do not care for how hard theyre trying to push the series to be this big triple a game that competes with god of war or something. it doesnt need 50 billion ray tracings and the ability to see pores on the skin of the npcs, who i must agree do look kind of uncanny. gemma and alma's faces look off... like. rise looked perfectly fine. the fidelity of the graphics are not that important. we dont need the bloatware. speaking of which, this game better run on steam deck just fine, or i will explode capcom. i dont want to deal with another dragons dogma 2 situation.

this deserves a separate bullet. they better keep monster hunter language as a voice option like they did for rise. im still pissed they didn't carry that into stories 2, and even more pissed they cut it out of the stories 1 remaster entirely (which was a deal-breaker on the remaster for me). dont let that die. its so cool. its a big part of the immersion and its such a charming thing about the series.

[jheselbraum]

The Yiga Clan read to me as a group of people who, at one point, had legitimate grievances against Hyrule, but over the century of them... Basically winning? Like age of calamity be damned they didn't actually canonically have much of a role in the Calamity, but. The guy they were rooting for won, so that's something. And in the century that passed since their guy won, they came under the control of an underqualified nepo baby and became the banana loving fools we know and love today.

Like everyone always talks about "addressing the problems with Hyrule" in botwtotk and I understand why some folks would prefer a dark and edgy completely serious Yiga Clan that addresses those things, but you know what character actually fucking does something about Hyrules government sucking ass? Zelda. Zelda and Link are our focal characters for addressing Hyrule's bullshit and for some reason that doesn't seem to... Count. Which is weird, because where else is this criticism supposed to come from? She's one of the only people left who fucking remembers it, the central government of Hyrule hasn't existed for a century, not even the Hylians really give a shit about it in game! The Sheikah are chilling in their village, the only other race that regularly interacts with Hylians at all are the Gerudo, and the Gerudo are very much in charge of that interaction since they still have their government. The Zora and the Gorons interact with Hylians so infrequently they often forget basic human anatomy and while the Rito are a bit better in that regard, Revali is our focal point for Rito opinions on Hylians so that's covered.

Like the Yiga Clan dont have a Hylian government to oppose in botw! Why would they stop and talk about how shitty it is? It's gone! It doesn't exist! It hasn't existed for a hundred years! They fucking won! They have their status quo in botw and are fighting to keep that status quo. And in totk they're... Building robots that Ganondorf doesn't want BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY they're specifically on a revenge quest to get Links ass and they're trying to get back into the swing of things with the whole "oh wait our guy might... Lose" thing and now that they're getting serious they're much more formidable opponents! But even then, whe one could argue that they have more of a Hylian government to oppose in totk, a) you'd have to argue that what Zelda is doing is establishing a central government at all and not just managing shipping logistics and supervising archaeological digs between sidequests, b) totk practically drills it into our heads that everyone loves Zelda to the point where Ganondorf has to disguise himself as her to get anything done because Zelda's whole thing is not subjecting anyone else to the bullshit she went through. Like six of the seven major people groups in Hyrule actively support Zelda's "y'all do whatever" style of monarchy, if it can even be called monarchy because let's face it, Zelda is only the princess because her pronouns are "the princess," Dr who style. And finally c) botw and totk both establish that Zelda is fucking chill with tech so aside from the "killing her" part the original fucking issue that caused the Yiga Clan to split off from the Sheikah is solved with Zelda in charge anyway.

I dunno, I think that, while fun and therefore the correct choice, Kohga's inclusion in Age of Calamity cheapened the Yiga in a lot of people's minds because they can't recognize a story choice to ignore basic logic that was made in service of including a fan favorite character in a game where the selling point is you get to play as your favorite characters. Like, like no we see people who were alive during the Calamity and barring Purah's laser induced lolita bullshit they're all old as fuck, I'm sorry but Kohga was not in charge of the Yiga Clan pre-calamity, the ruthless Yiga Clan assassins who almost took out Zelda in that one cutscene are not the same Yiga Clan that we encounter in the actual botw gameplay they are a century removed from the source of their sociopolitical motivations

The Yiga Clan aren't vessels through which to critique the Hylian government, Zelda does that just fine, and I think while it's fun to explore what that would've looked like it distracts from what they actually are.

The Yiga Clan are a death cult that got what they wanted, and I think that's way more interesting.

[sleepimimzi]

I think part of the reason why i never went far with any of my toh aus is that whenever it came to trying to write a relationship with belos and another character it always came out as something wildly OOC for him (belos). It was really hard to justify him having a good relationship with Luz or Luz forgiving him for his past actions and hard for me to write a friendship between the two humans because if they're gonna be friends forgiveness for what he did in the past and lying to Luz about it would have to be earned and it would be impossible to earn it.

Also kinda struggling with the massive mischaracterization that a portion of the fandom had of belos and how it kinda ruined the finale for me in a way. Like no Caleb wasn't going to appear, that much was obvious from the trailer and i don't think he should have because he wouldnt have done anything for Luz's, Eda's, or King's story. Id see alot of fans pull any argument as to why the Collector should have been dropped in order to get screen time for Caleb, someone who was essentially a plot (or narrative) device, instead the Collector someone who mirrored Luz in season 1. That's what TOH was about, a story about a group of ppl who think differently navigating the world together. Not to mention the takes about the crew, the production timeline and Dana were really fucking gross? Like yeah seeing Evelyn and Caleb woulda been cool had Disney not shot down the show but by the time EWEW passed and HM rolled around there would have been no reason for Luz to give a shit about Philip's past. Not only was belos an objectively terrible person because looking at what the show gave us there's reasons to believe that he woulda killed Caleb had the people Gravesfield decided he (Caleb) was a witch and when belos had his beliefs challenged by his brother and the isles he decided to double down and kill his brother. But he also hurt Eda and King the two people (barring her mom and dad) that Luz cared most about. Plus you also have the personal betrayal in EWEW.

This ramble kinda stems from an inner debate about whether or not im gonna delete the Eclipse Fam AU cause when i was doing that, i started to get a grasp on my art style and where i wanted it to go as well as helping with art milestones like overcoming sketchbook fear and upping drawing stamina. As for Isles Escape AU, i dunno, i understand there is a nurture aspect to who Philip would grow up to be and the what-if Caleb pulled him outta the fucked up environment of gravesfields was an interesting brainworm. Finally the Swap AU was half of what it was in title what if Philip was in Luz’s place but also i don’t want to turn any of the main cast into belos cause wholeheartedly fuck that guy, drawing longing hair on boy is fun and awesome but I can just make an oc, i have a story on the back burner the needs a lot more designs.

[happiighost]

Tagged game thingy (•‿•)

I was tagged by my friend @westmansion!! I love answering these silly things!

Are you named after anyone?

My actual name was just one my mother liked. I know my middle name came from one my favorite aunts. Said aunt has seen me off through lot major parts of my life and had my back. So its fitting

When was the last time you cried?

About two months ago, very uncertain of my future. When the path I wanted to be on didn’t happen. I’m gonna give it one more try and not give up yet.

Do you have kids?

No I do not! I wouldn’t mind having them one day in the far far future (via adoption or as a foster parent). I work with kids a lot at my job and they’re just silly little people with so much to say/share. 

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

With my family for joking around. Same goes for stuff at work with coworkers. It always pretty clear I’m just goofing off though.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I never really played or enjoyed sports much! The only ones I enjoy is biking or  swimming. 

What's the first thing you notice about other people?

Hair for some reason and clothing style! (a lot my friends like punk clothing the more think about it lol)

Eye colour?

warm brown. I do like wearing color contacts a lot though! I already need to my vision corrected why not have some colorful fun with it if I can!

Scary movies or happy endings?

I’m a horror junkie, I love all types of horror! But im also a sap for a sweet happy ending! I wont choose! 

Any special talents?

I dunno, does looking like murder scene whenever I paint count? I can climb decently well??? That mainly due to me being short so it's needed.

Where were you born?

I can’t top this response, so I’m stealing it.

What are your hobbies?

Drawing and painting (digital and traditional). Video games. Sewing, mainly making clothes adjustments.

Do you have any pets?

I have one fluffy boi! 

How tall are you?

I’m 4′11″ : (

Fave subject in school?

I like kinesiology and anatomy a lot. If I went back and took those classes sooner I might have changed my major!

Dream job?

medical illustrator/animator!

Alrighty time to tag! If those I tag don't wish to do this, feel free to ignore this post! 

@youngerfrankenstein  @wild-moss-art @kimikaami​ @fourspiceblend​ @hydrostorm​

[saruvanthewhite]

I was working. I’m always working. But a small parting of seas happened in a glimpse of a wayward daydream. During an uncharacteristically calm moment amidst a storm of radio calls, planned tasks sensitive to time of day, mandated breaks, checking boxes…I saw it. A dark colored skoolie in the guest lot.

I was looking at the doors & how they went through their duty to ingress/egress, but I digress. Through the panes I could make out the driver’s side cab enough to see it was a GM of late mode. ‘Good stuff. Gotta ask. Wonder where the owner is? Hope they’re stocking up here.’

It’s shameful to admit, I scanned the self-checkout line to look for someone who ‘looked vanlife’. Imagine that. Guilt overcame me briefly as I realized I typed someone because of an assumption people make of me. I had scanned people’s faces to see if they looked, well, like me. Im you’re regular ogre type with glasses. Only very basically trimmed but well brushed bushy beard, well-worn hands & clothes worn for their style as much as purpose & suited to both. So on & so on. No frills.

Didn’t matter who, I wanted to ask them how they scored such a rad skoolie. (In the end they said it was a govt auction thing.) I need to save some little that I can. Awfully tempting to save & haunt those websites. Now that I’ve essentially skipped to the end in the interest of pragmatism; Those reading this so minded want to know my original point & get on with it. That’s it for the most readers. Five K, roundabouts give or take. Good stuff. Well maintained.

Onward. How I got there was in going back to lusting for this awesome shorty skoolie cab chassis. I simply decided the door needed more inspection so headed toward the lot with the full intention of taking a look when…a person beat me to it.

She fitted keys & got in. Oh ʇıɥs oh ʇıɥs oh ʇıɥs. She’s going to go before I can ask. ‘Gotta know how to score a rig like that! Need to know more!-poor old Saruvan is shuddering a lot more these days. “Fingers crossed buddy!” Yeah, fingers crossed I can scrounge enough to afford something before…’ went the dour diatribe in my head. I stared to think ‘If the captain of that rig is like this one, she’s in her log, punching in data or setting things in shape for shifting; At my usual inspection pace I can stride there in no time.’ Trying to be as visible as possible in my all black attire, I approached confirming it was an awesome late GM cab chassis, painted dark over the signature yellow of an all too familiar previous life; Drivers side front. Cool rig. Dually, full floaters, gotta be, what? I didn’t know. “Hi.” She looked at me & immediately rolled down her window. ‘Hi!’, came the reply.

Here’s where things got a little fuzzy. Not unclear.

{Some readers (curious & dedicated at this point) will have noticed I have not described too much in color. Though I am capable of seeing it, for whatever reason, I am unable to remember what I’ve seen specifically. If it’s short term, everything is light or dark; Greyscale. It’s a design school thing & I am incapable of shaking it. Long term, fine. I dated a girl with a blue car once. Another had a red one. So what. Short term is ʇıɥs.}

That explains the colors thing. I cannot for the life of me remember what it was painted, other than it was hand-done, brushed & rolled, the same bubble wrap food delivery bag type material lining the large windows of its former life…& it was beautiful. It was just like mine but.SKOOLIE! Former fleet maintenance multi-person non-medical transport albeit more specific to one duty; Just like mine but dually. Cool! Later cooler. Found out diesel. But I digress.

What was specifically said is lost to me. Short term strikes again. Or something else. I dunno.

She smiled. We saw equals of some sort or other. Commonly unspoken. It was spookily deep in a moment before actual data made it from brain to mouth enough to muster something endlessly breathed to the effect of how to go about acquiring a solid rig like this & how much one would expect to find on for like these & on before giving up from breathlessly realizing

She was beautiful.

Not the truck, this time.

No no no no no no no no.

She told me. Details like I shared earlier I DO remember. I AM interested in finding a suitable successor to be my Vandalf once Saruvan is sent to live in the void with Melkorvair, & Fordgoth. {Sorry. My daydream took over.} But it’s like that stuff was put into long term memory right ƃuıʞɔnɟ away because, relevant to all the goddamn steps I am justifying I took to get to that spot, right goddamn then…Brain went two ways. Left side recorded details; Government auction. 3-6k. Good stuff. Paraphrased & summed.

Basic details acquired. Logged.

Now it gets out of order because:

—I swore I’d never say this but this space is semi anonymous, sort of—

I didn’t care so much about the truck or inspections much at that point. In the span of a breath so short you took it reading the paragraph break, I realized she was beautiful. She was like me. I saw experience. Road wisdom in her eyes. Someone who had seen miles unmoored but not adrift. Purposeful, fiercely confident, relentlessly peaceful like a person might imagine a vanlifer looking & (here’s where I almost forgot the purpose of my trek out into a sunny lot where I’d not otherwise rather be), unlike what I see when I barely keep my beard trimmed in my side view, she was road wise & in her wisdom she was majestically beautiful! Captain of a magnificent vessel of great worth & strength! I don’t remember details. Goddamnit

I remember she was beautiful. Brain stopped recording!

I snapped back into reality!

Turned to leave back to work.

Then I confidently said, “Thanks, good bye!” smiled back & flashed a 🤙. She started it. A diesel! 🤘 was more the thing now. I honestly can’t remember as that part of my critical brain function was regaining primary power.

All I know is I took a few steps toward my building & turned around. She returned over her shoulder. Another smile. Can’t remember if I reflected hers or hers, mine. Whatevs. Work just called on the radio.

Shit.

A tug, this time, pulled me back to business.

I heard somewhere about how a fish is harder to catch a second time once it’s been caught (or rather chanced upon, in this case) & released. I am deliberately skipping the next obvious analogy of ships or some other that’s already been implied.

I’m out here. Anchored. You know where, Captain. Perhaps next time, Philz? The truck has to have a story. I am regretful to have not had the presence of mind to behave more like a sentient being & less like an information seeker from the business trying to get at a vanlifer for being on the property. I hope I didn’t spook you. I always get nervous when name tags on uniforms, no matter how utilitarian, approach me. Especially if they’re wearing boots. I start preparing to shift stuff like I know someone’s is asking me to leave before they do. I sincerely hope that wasn’t a first thought. I’m self conscious that way.

Perhaps another time less hectic, cold brew coffee in Pacifica? I’m sorry I didn’t make more time, but you were off. Safe travels.

“Den ständiga resan, til nästa höst.”

[talenlee]

The 2022 Kickstarter Autopsy

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Normally, this time of year, I’d do a rundown of what I got from kickstarter in the previous year, what I had expected to arrive and what hadn’t arrived yet. What I’d received and what I thought of them, as a sort of general demonstration of the kinds of projects I’d been backing. It is, in my opinion, a good idea to do this kind of reflection and in my case I want to do it to have a good, reasonable analysis of the kinds of games I’m backing. I can tell myself that I support kickstarter because I want to make sure small industry-excluded voices get a shot, but if I actually mostly just back Reaper minis and the latest We Like It million-dollar plastic-fest, then I’m probably not lining up my self-image and my actual behaviour.

A wrench, however, has been thrown into this project.

Late 2021, Kickstarter, during the flurry of stupid posts from idiots trying to take money from bigger idiots, decided that they would be looking into ways to pivot to the blockchain. This idea was dabbled with, experimented with, teased and tested and cajoled and flirted and then suddenly the CEO of Kickstarter was replaced, and the new one said – to me, personally, on twitter! – no, we’re not doing that. Weird. I’d like a more reliable source than that but whatever.

The thing is, I figured that if I didn’t want kickstarter to do something I should do something to divest of it; I made a point that I was avoiding kickstarter because of their consideration of blockchain and would continue to do so until I had a clear sign that they were going to stop. That means that in 2022, I backed no new kickstarters, and all I got to deal with there were the results of 2021’s kickstarters. What games did I get? What arrived?

And what did I miss, because of this choice to divest?

Skytear Horde

Man, this game looked cool! It’s a solo game, and I don’t need a lot of those at the moment (even though I can make a case for how good solo games are as a way to get away from screens and engage the mind in an enjoyable way), but I still liked the look of a moba-style game with this vibrant aesthetic.

Of course, because this is made by an existing company that has retail avenues, I’ll probably be able to pick this up in a board game store. It’s got preorder prices, too.

Mina the Hollower

Perhaps a GBC-themed graphically simple adventure game about playing a cute mouse was simply too likely to be perfect for my personal tastes, but either way, this was a tiny indie videogame, and those are really desireable because there’s no real transport costs (the secret sting in all board game kickstarters).

This thing looked cute and it looked convenient and I dunno, was I going to be the reason this game got made? Probably not?

Thing is, Mina the Hollower is going to come to Steam. You know, the place I can already buy games really conveniently.

Astro Knights

Ooo, a cooperative deckbuilder against waves of enemies.But what makes this one really interesting to me is the mechanism where your deck doesn’t get shuffled. It’s an invisible kind of stress but you’d be surprised how many games think of shuffling as a free action, something that can be a serious concern for lots of players who don’t like shuffling, don’t want to be shuffling, and find that effort difficult. Game has a cool aesthetic, a good play pattern, I am pretty confident I wanted this one. And the kickstarter came and then went and I made sure I didn’t give in and back it, to maintain what I had asserted.

This is an Indie Board and Cards game, and they’re setting up to take preorders for when the game is available commercially.

Maul Peak

Hey, Skulk Hollow was a cool Pencil First game, and this is a sequel, which iterates on it. If I don’t have Skulk Hollow but I like the box form and the visual style, this would have been a great place to jump in. Plus, I like Pencil First Games – Eduardo Baraf works really hard to present a positive view of game making to the youtube community at large, and that’s a good thing.

Of course, since it’s a Pencil First Games, when it’s out, I’ll probably be able to buy it from their website.

Castles By the Sea

Here’s a painful one. When it was on kickstarter, the premise of this game was charming enough that I didn’t even notice the mechanics at first. The idea is that you’re a tiny civilisation of cute little people building homes in sandcastles, and so things in the game are like, crabs as full sized entities that you or I would know as tiny little crabs the size of your thumb. It has a building mechanism and a spatial control mechanism that tend to be satisfying but I cannot just get past the bottle-cap lilliputian style of themeing. There was a chance, in my mind, that this game wouldn’t succeed, the kickstarter would fail and I might miss my chance to have it.

Now, I can go preorder it from Brotherwise Games.

Battlecrest

Button Shy made a strategic positional game. They’ve made a few games like that and they tend to kick ass. I like them a lot, and I have a stack of Button Shy games that I have uh, failed to play. My physical game backlog is a problem, but not this problem.

Anyway, Battle Crest is a cool looking heads up duel game. I can rely on the ability of the developers, and I knew that it was a safe bet to back it because it would fulfill and I would get the game, and it would be high quality.

Lot like just buying a game at a store.

And now I can go buy it for retail on Button Shy’s website.

Paleo Vet

I backed Paleo Vet originally. I thought the game looked like a reasonably cute board game about dinosaurs and running a dinosaur park, a theme I like a lot because, shock horror, I like dinosaurs. It’s interesting that for a time there there was a nonzero chance I was going to have a collection of a bunch of games about running dinosaur parks (which right now is just Draftasaurus and Rawr And Write). Originally, when I backed Paleo Vet, it was to share with my youngest nibling, who is now remarkably different as a person because that’s what happens when games take three years to get made.

This is the one game where I don’t know if I’ll ever see it at a retail front-end now it’s succeeded. But also, the chances are, the need for it has passed me by.

Conclusions

Here’s my big conclusion: I didn’t miss any of these things.

This sucks! It sucks because I feel like the promise of kickstarter is that it lets you connect to small makers and give them the leg up to make things that are too big for an individual to pay for but not like business-level investment. A bunch of these businesses are small enough that they’re doing things like fulfilling kickstarter individually, putting games in envelopes and all, but mostly, these are still established games that will becoming to retail entities.

I’m not saying kickstarter can’t do what it was doing! I think by divesting of kickstarter, and no longer browsing it for lots of weird things in the low-end of attention the way I used to do. When I was only looking at the site occasionally, at a surface level, what I found was mostly the most successful things from reliable producers…

Which just made kickstarter a really bad preorder service that relies on me making mediocre decisions.

It’s really restructured how I think about the system. I think the thing I have to do, going on, is to make sure I’m following streams of information that developers are contributing to; hashtags on sites that I can trust, small spaces where people are going to share the examples of their work. As with so many of these things, relying on the algorithm just gives you what an algorithm can easily show.

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[redpiperfox]

[insert that Hi It's Me Again meme here]

Listen, I just-- listen. I don't have a problem. I swear I don't. (I probably do.) I had this Revelation ....maybe a couple revelations tbh and separating how I've personally enjoyed this song from how I enjoy it for what it is, the subjective versus objective, has landed me properly enjoying it all over again, which means you know you've hit a good song.

It's just one of those mm heartbeat re-writers that calms you down and puts you in a chill mood.

But that's not why I'm here this time.

Now I dunno if I absolutely went off on how the choreo of this song is just, Peak Professional Dancers, but since Ringo came out and the choreo is looking Peak Professional Dancers I just want to come back to this and say--

Depending on who you ask there are 4-8 "tenets" of dance. One of the big ones I was remembering when watching Ringo and None of My Business is the utilization of space. Not just in how the group moves to switch the center position, but how much floor space they're utilizing, where they direct attention based on the space they take up, and whether they remain on the same level (ie. face-level, standing the whole time) or are moving closer to the floor and away from it. NOMB excels at this. The members are doing different choreo to direct attention in unique formations, some members are on the floor, they're pointing in different directions-- it elevates the song from musically engaging to also being visually engaging, story-telling abstractly and giving a new experience to the song.

I know kpop is only partly dance centric, more or less depending on the generation and group, but the dance aspect is what got me into kpop, and is something that definitely weighs how much I love a group. Part of what sells me an Itzy song in particular is their choreo. Now, you can take pretty easy, trendy, sub-par choreo and elevate it based on the energy and style you put into it, which a lot of my favs do and I adore their songs all the same for it, but tracking a group that caught me because of their dance skills, it's been interesting to watch Itzy play with this performance skill of choreo. From the beginning they've utilized space well-- sweeping the floor, bending at the waist and hovering a foot from the floor, down on one knee, dropping down to their ankles, squatted down, etc. But they've been playing more with the experimental styles of choreos that are way more subtle in their dancing professionalism, and so seeing something like NOMB that leans more into a lyrical choreo style is so satisfying for me, to watch and remember, yeah these girls are dancers.

itzy! this is such a chill song, so easy to listen to and have on repeat!

first listen what grabbed me was Ryujin! Freakin singing! Yes! And then Lia! Rapping! Makes me very excited for this album as a whole-- they all sound so comfortable in the ranges and tones they've picked, and it comes off in a confident sort of "this is MY song" sort of way, very exciting.

subsequent listens i i couldn't help but find it familiar-- the rapping tones and singing tones are new to them in a comfortable way, the sort of place their sound has been expected to go. between this and bet on me, there's a firm stance that's relaxed and comfortable and i'm enjoying it.

if i could note-- there's something 3racha about this track. not Stray Kids, just 3racha. That thought was bouncing through my head and it took a few rewatches to pin down why. 1) the lyrics. these are Han Jisung lyrics through and through-- bemoaning the curses of summer as an analogy to falling out of love? Yes. Yes yes yes a thousand yesses-- and I love this for them! Itzy's lyrics have generally been simple, straightforward, and say exactly what they mean, and to see them grow in complexity in this way is so cool. They're still brash and blunt in lyricism about their feelings but this angle of growth is really cool to see. (Can't wait to see what their own lyrics have in store~) 2) the tones.... there was something Skz about the tones and I didn't know if it was one of 3racha's many rapping tones or what, but then Yeji sang in the chorus and it suddenly clicked. It's a skz sub-rapper/lyrical-rapper sort of tone. Between the nasally and lower head voice (maybe a mix??) It's a Hyunjin sort of tone, especially when he writes. And it's an expansion of their vocal sound that all five of them are showcasing so uniquely!

finally:

love me a performance video~~~!

Bet on Me and None of My Business have set the stage for covering everything anyone could ever want from them-- they've given self-confident lyrics, they've given poetic love gone-wrong; they've given a heart-paced beat, they've given a comfortable summer day; they've given a serious set in metaphors, they've given a set you laze back and have fun with. they've covered everything you could ever want from them in a summer comeback in just their bsides.

they've met every expectation so they can do whatever the hell they want for their title, and i am So Ready!

[indigoh4ze]

party || rafe cameron

warning- SMUT // vaginal fingering, eating out, vaginal penetration, mentions of intoxication

rafe cameron x fem!reader

a/n- so this is my first time writing for outer banks, im terrible at writing actual interactions so im sorry its so bad at first lmao. also disclaimer: rafe in this fic is nothing like he is canon, so his characterization is off. enjoy :)

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the lights were blazing, different colors zapping throughout the room as you made your way over to the couch. your head was slightly fuzzy from the intoxication, but you managed.

since the couch was empty, you took the chance to sprawl your whole body out on it, head on one arm and feet dangling off the other. you watched as everyone danced and made out and filled their bodies with even more toxins. soon, you found yourself just dazing up at the ceiling, lips opening and closing slightly as you lip-synced in a whispering tone to the loud music.

after what felt like hours, but could’ve only been a few minutes, you felt something nudge your thigh. without moving your neck, you let your eyes flash down to find the source of the movement.

hovering over you was rafe cameron. his dirty blonde hair framed his face messily, a single cross earring dangling from his left ear, a red solo cup in his hand as his free hand poked at your thigh.

“what?” you slurred, now moving up on your elbows and blinking back the haziness.

“i wanna sit,” he said, taking a sip from the cup. even in this state it wasn’t hard to notice how good the boy looked, tilting his head back and gulping down the liquid, eyes never leaving your own.

you groaned, pulling your knees to your chest and allowing rafe to throw himself onto the cushion. you were now facing his side, as his hands gripped your legs and pulled them back to their original position, except now they laid over his leg. giving him a curious look, you laid the side of your face on the back cushion and fidgeted with the bracelet around your wrist.

“shouldn’t you be like- getting shit faced or something.” rafe snickered at your words, sending you a glare before looking back down to his cup, which he was also mindlessly playing with.

“sorry, did i interrupt your little..nap?” he teased with a hint of amusement, referring to the previous state you were in, and you scoffed in return, mind clearing a bit more and making room for annoyance.

“whatever.” and then, you were pulling your legs off him and standing up, albeit wobbly as you almost fell to the side, caught by rafe’s firm grip around your arm.

“you good?”

“‘m fine,” you dismissed the boy, confused as to why he was even talking to you in the first place.

the truth was, you never liked him, he was rude and careless and selfish and way too much to put up with. but you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the boy, and the tension that was always evident when the two of you were together.

but you always just pushed those thoughts aside, because even the thought of anything happening made your mind whirl with a plethora of emotions, not good ones by any means.

but then, you also couldn’t deny the recurring fantasies of things that could happen. could but wont, because he’s rafe cameron, and not even you’re desperate enough to be one of his bitches.

“hey?” a light tug of your arm pulled you back to the present, and you turned to see rafe at your side, cup forgotten as one of his hands molded around your waist and the other wrapped around your bicep to steady you.

“i’m really fine-.” you pulled away from him, and right as you did so, you felt someone back up on you, pushing you towards rafe and into his chest as a cold liquid spread from the lower half of your head and down your back.

you gasped in surprise, suddenly awake and alert as you sharply turned to see a boy standing there, cup tilted and empty as all its contents spilt on your back. he mumbled a quick apology, then took off laughing with his friends about something they said that probably wasn’t even funny.

“you sure about that?” rafe inquired, eyebrow raised in amusement as you stepped away from him, this time more cautiously. “c’mon, we’ll clean you up.”

although you wanted to say no and tell him to fuck off because you could handle it yourself, you were too exhausted from the long night to put up much protest other than a dramatic groan. then, you nodded, and rafe led you away from the crowd of people with a tug of your wrist.

—//—

now, you found yourself in a bedroom, rafes bedroom, waiting expectantly as you stood in front of the boy.

“what now?” you ask, palming your eyes and yawning, looking back at rafe with glossy eyes now, which were sending waves of tingles through the boys stomach.

“take a shower,” he implied, as if it was obvious. you scrunched your brows as he pointed to the bathroom on the other side of the room.

“i don’t have any spare clothes.”

“i’ll find you something to wear,” rafe shrugged, “go on,” he urged you to the bathroom, and you followed obediently, not having it in you to put up any sort of fight or ask questions.

“i’ll be right back,” rafe said from the room as you closed the bathroom door, only to hear the door to the bedroom close as well, meaning rafe left.

your mind was filled with the thought that he just ditched you, which was a possibility, but you ignored that thought and slipped your shirt over your head. once all the articles of clothing were thrown onto the cold tile floor, along with your shoes which sat messily in the corner, you lift a foot into the tub, stepping in.

immediately, you played with the oddly fancy knobs and managed to turn them on, warm water rushing through the shower head as your tilted your head back into it. the odd colored drink washed away from your hair, falling onto the floor of the tub and down the drain smoothly. you searched for soap, quickly cleaning up and scrubbing your hair twice for good measure. the smell of the soap reminded you of rafe, not surprising considering it was literally his own soap, you told yourself, annoyed by your current thoughts.

the feeling of the slightly cold water hitting your skin was enough to wake you up fully, but you were too lost in the blissful feeling of the water to pay much attention to your surroundings.

that was until you heard the door to the bathroom open, and you peaked your head through the curtain to find rafe, setting a towel on the counter, along with a shirt and a pair of shorts.

“who’s are those?” you questioned, making rafe jump as he realized you were watching him.

“sarah, i just took some from her,” he shrugged, and now you were even more confused.

first, he started talking to you randomly. then he’s helping you stand. then he’s taking you to his room..so you can shower. then he’s getting clothes for you to wear? how much did you have to drink? you started to ask yourself, questioning if this was all you just being wasted.

but it wasn’t, you felt pretty much fine. so there had to be something you were missing.

“just hurry up and change, i’ll be in the other room.” without another glance towards you, rafe left the bathroom, leaving you standing there, wet hair dripping forward from the way you had tilted your head to peek through. you went back to getting the soap out of your hair, rushing a bit more now.

meanwhile, rafe was in his room, just outside the bathroom, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. what the fuck am i doing? was his only thought.

he was honestly just confused as you were. it started when he saw you laying on the couch, mouth agape as your eyes sketched shapes on the ceiling. you just being there was tempting enough, but after that he just had to make his way over to you.

the two of you hadn’t had many conversations in the past, at least no genuine ones. most were just bickering, to be honest. but, just as you thought, the tension was undeniable. the feelings weren’t one sided, that was for sure.

when he caught you from falling over, you had leaned into his warmth and something almost turned in his stomach, which was quite nauseating on his side. it was annoying how fucking worked up he got around you. his mind would spin with options of what to do with you. did he want to just kiss you, fuck you or annoy you to death? he had no idea, but it was overwhelming, to say the least.

so when he invited you to his room to clean up, he wasn’t really thinking about it, because everything was happening at once. he even searched his sisters room for goddamn clothes for you.

interrupting his inner monologue, a door opened and out came your figure, except you weren’t wearing the clothes he had given you. no, you were just in your towel, actually. your skin looked slightly damp still, but your hair had been fluffed out and dried a bit from the towel.

“what are you- where are the clothes i gave you?” rafe asked, standing hesitatingly.

“dunno, wasn’t my style i guess,” you shrugged, looking around his room casually, taking in the very rafe feel it gave.

rafe just scoffed, messing his hair up and stepping closer. “well, you can’t really go out in a towel now, can you?”

this reminded you that there was still a party going on, although it was muffled and a bit quieter as people began to call it a night.

“then i won’t go out.” you stepped closer, looking up at rafe with an expression of uncertainty, trying to identify the look behind his eyes, figure out what the fuck he was up to. but you saw nothing. if anything, there were just a bit of nervousness hidden there.

“and what exactly do you plan on doing, then? since your obviously so wise.” now his guarded demeanor was back up, though he had taken a step closer so your heavy breaths were hitting each other perfectly, hands close to grazing one another’s.

“i don’t know.” then, another reminder flashed in your mind, and you looked back at rafe, “wait, why are you even here? isn’t this like- your party?”

“well, technically topper wanted a party, i wanted to go to bed and sleep for a year.” you chucked at this, figuring he had already gotten fucked up today and didn’t feel like another party. then, taking a risk, you leaned in just a bit, and rafe didn’t pull back. actually, he pushed forward, bringing his large hands to wheel around your waist, setting fire through your veins.

it was as if both of you snapped at the same time, first eyeing each others lips, then pushing forward and taking said lips between your own. the kiss was hungry and long waited, immense relief flushing through you, which took you both by surprise.

not even a few minutes of this passed by before rafe was tugging at the towel, still clinging around your naked body, droplets of water probably wetting his floor.

before letting the fabric reveal your body, rafe looked at you, pulling away for a moment and looking over your features, silently asking permission. a quick nod was all it took for the material to be ripped off and throw to the side, rafe spinning you both around until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you fell back onto the mattress.

rafe looked over you with a smirk, eyes skimming over each and every detail of your body as if savoring it. a lick of his lips was all it took for your thighs to rub together, anticipation becoming too much as you waited for him.

this obviously pissed him off, because now his hands were tearing your legs apart, exposing your bare cunt inch by inch. “don’t even try to cover this up, got it?”

his voice was demanding, and luring, enough to make you nod, eyes softening in obedience, resulting in a snicker from rafe.

he leaned back in, delving down to leave kisses along your collar bone and suck on the flesh until bruises built against your skin, making you whimper and grab his dirty blond tressed with your fingers.

the sound of your whimpers made rafe go crazy, but he tamed the need inside him long enough to work his way down your stomach, placing teasing kisses down your inner thighs, but not once touching the spot you needed the most attention in.

“please, rafe,” you pleaded, not sure where it came from but gong with it once you saw the way he looked up at you, lust blown eyes and parted lips, waiting to be against your cunt.

“please what, hm? tell me what you want me to do, baby,” rafe cooed, fingers clenching around the inside of your thighs so he could push them apart and kiss your inner thighs, resulting in your back arching and hips begging upwards.

“n-need your mouth.” your face blushed with embarrassment of having to speak the words, but rafe just tsked, one hand moving upwards as he used his thumb to draw circles around your cunt, only passing your folds, earning a cry from you.

“i need more than that, doll.”

“fuck! please, j-just need your mouth on me, rafe, need to feel your mouth on my pussy, please!”

it seems that was acceptable for rafe, his thumb pausing just above your clit, then dragging down, finally grazing over the sensitive bud and stimulating it perfectly. your hips jerked at the sensation, but you grew accustomed to the feeling once he began working in small circles.

soon, his mouth was on your cunt, tracing paths over your folds and rubbing at the nub with a flat tongue, constantly sending shivers through you as you moaned with pleasure. his hands stayed at your side, ring clad finger’s cold against your flesh as his tongue dug inside you and began fucking your hole with no remorse.

the shapes and letters his warm tongue carved into you were almost too much, and when you reached down to rake your fingers through his hair, you fought the urge to push his head down and allow him to bury himself completely between your thighs.

“f-fuck! rafe, oh god, feels so good,” you sobbed, voice becoming louder as he hummed into you, a smirk on his lips, no doubt, from seeing you fall apart for him.

rafe pulled away within a second, licking his lip and keeping his eyes on your cunt, calculating his next move. you watched as he did so, suddenly feeling exposed as he raked his eyes over the slick coating your folds and your clit throbbing painfully through them. you squirmed at the emptiness, about to squeeze your thighs together, but you were too late as rafe brought a hand up, middle and forefinger pushing through your folds and embedding themselves within your walls.

a loud gasp escaped your lips as he did so, and you bit down painfully on the cushion of them as his fingers pumped in and out of you with nonstop speed. rafe looked up at you, his own lips parted beautifully as he watched moans flow easily out of your mouth.

“you like that, baby?” came his husky voice, only intensifying your already great pleasure that ran through your body. you nodded at his inquiry, not able to form coherent thoughts under his gaze. and that was when his fingers made a hook and pressed against your most sensitive part, making you squirm.

his smirk became bigger, and his fingers fucked you harder, a desperate attempt to ruin you right there. then he was leaning down, still pumping his fingers, and began to lick your clit with fervor, flicking the bud and sucking without resistance until your thighs were clenching around his head and you were a complete moaning mess.

“oh fuck- i’m g-gonna come rafe, pleaseplease,” you begged pathetically, having no time to be embarrassed as he hummed, nodding his head while still sucking on your clit, and permitted you to let go.

the orgasm took over in a huge wave, which came surprisingly fast, and the only thing on your mind was the bubbling in your stomach that was finally freed. moans and gasps fell from your lips as you wet his tongue and fingers, and rafe didn’t let a drop go to waste as he lapped up your slick, helping to prolong your orgasm.

hands reaching for his hair in dazed motions, eyes closed and lips parted, you mumbled, “t-too much, rafe,” which was the boys que to give you a final kiss on your clit, then remove his head and fingers from your cunt.

now, rafe stared up at you, swiping a ring clad thumb over his bottom lip, which was glistening with your arousal. his thumb then moved to enter your mouth, and you dutifully took in the digit, sucking with starry eyes, and whimpering when he removed it from your grasp.

rafe rose to his full height, still in his shirt and pants, which were no doubt keeping his hard dick from standing tall. suddenly, you felt that flush arise to your cheeks from your being nude, and you bit your lip and reached a hand out to grapple at his shirt. he took this as a sign to pull the material over his head, then going in for his buckle as well. the sound of the metal clinking as he loosened it from its straps was enough to send you into a spiral of anticipation, eyeing his clothed prick impatiently.

rafe had that smirk plastered to his face still, throwing his belt aside and then his pants, making sure not to go too fast as he tormented you.

you let out a whine as he hooked his fingers around his boxers, not pulling them down fully but revealing his v line. “rafe,” you pouted, and he decided to be nice and let them fall down, now unclothed as he kicked off his shoes and settled ontop of you, marking your chest and neck immediately.

sighing with content, you held him close and let his lips suck on your flesh, until the arousal was too much and he began to grind against you, slowly. your cunt was already becoming slick again as he rubbed against your thigh.

rafe lift himself up to his knees, pumping his cock, the point of his tongue poking out from the side of his mouth in concentration. the image of your breasts on display for him, and your lips parted and chest thumping was enough to make the boy cum on the spot.

he raised a brow at you, making sure you were still okay, and once getting a quick nod, he pressed the head of his cock against your folds. in the next second, he was thrusting into you, earning a loud gasp from you, which he covered with a hand on your mouth.

“shh, ‘m gonna fuck you good, okay? just lay there and look pretty,” he teased, but you nodded, wanting nothing more than to do as he said.

the thrusts started out mild, but soon quickened tempo, hips stuttering against yours as he wrapped a hand around your leg and pulled it over his shoulder. this allowed a better angle, and you moaned with him as he repeatedly pounded into your already sensitive cunt.

you slid a hand down your bouncing breasts and stomach, then to your throbbing clit, soothing it with your gentle fingers before rafe slapped them away, as if saying “mine.”

his own hand went around your propped up leg to thumb at your clit, whilst the other made a path over your hips and breasts, fondling with the mound of flesh and pinching your nipple.

the overstimulation was rushing through you violently, his thrusts becoming sloppy, orgasm at the brink. you watched his head fly back, eyes rolling and mouth a gape, hypnotized by how pretty he looked even when he was fucking you.

“rafe,” you repeatedly mumbled, forming no other words in your clouded mind.

“hm? does it feel good? d’you like the way i fuck you, pretty girl?”

“y-yeah, so good,” you hummed, your own head rolling back onto the pillow, hips thrusting up to meet his and satisfy the hunger that once again boiled in your core.

“i’m gonna cum on your tits, are you gonna be good for me?” he said just as your orgasm was about to wash you away, and you nodded fast, once again wanting to be the best you could for him.

then, you came, waves of pleasure splashing through you before he pulled out, still thumbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, using his free hand to fist his cock which hovered over your breasts.

you held your tits in two shaky hands, squeezing them together and massaging them while rafe came, painting your breasts and stomach until he had milked out every last drop he could. he mumbled yes’s and fuck’s, along with your name until his high died down.

breathing harshly, you set ur sight to the ceiling, deep intakes of air causing the ends of rafe’s lips to turn upwards slightly. he leaned down to place one last kiss on your flushed cheek before letting himself fall onto the mattress beside you.

“let’s clean you up,” rafe said, turning to look at you, “the party’s not over yet.”

uhhhh yeah idk how i feel ab this i hope it wasn't terrible ig. reblogs appreciated :)

@o-rion-sta-r @saggyb1lls @rylynn-m @dobbysockcollection @arcaneslut @arianagreyy @el-imaskingforyourlefthand

[husky-twst-and-obeyme]

Anon Asked : "You know how some twst fan artists like to draw Yuu with their face blocked out, usually by Grim? I have this headcanon that in the Twisted Wonderland universe, it’s impossible to get a picture of Yuu, there’s always someone standing in front of them, a piece of paper floating by, or they’re just out of frame, but no one noticed until after the picture was taken. No one knows why, Rook even tried to draw them once but a Pomefiore first year spilled nail polish on the picture when he finished. " I do like that idea! I did see one artist who just had a mickey shaped head with blank eyes and it really looked cool! Now as for the scenario or story i will only do Dorm leaders for this situation, if anyone wishes for more i will provide ! BUT i have a small twist :) Warnings: Cursing Riddle

Riddle wasn't sure why but he it really irritated him how whenever they did civil group pictures, you always end up blocked or something happens to you in your part of the picture

It's not your fault really but it bugs him

he made it a goal to get a perfect picture , such as asking for a selfie

He actually wasn't a fan of it but he wanted at least ONE good picture of you because he cherishes his friends

but EVERY. SINGLE . TIME . IT'S THE SAME-

He's frustrated to no end

He eventually gave up and just accepted fate

he even tried to draw you and it somehow got ruined which made his mood worst

At one point , you came to him with a strawberry tart to cheer him up but he was really pouty

You asked if he wanted to try the selfie again but you hold the phone , which he reluctantly agreed to

afterwards when you left , he went to see the picture and he couldn't believe his damn eyes

a perfect picture of you and him

" i don't know if i want to cry of joy or behead them . "

He stilled loved the photo and refused to show anyone else in case it somehow got ruined or deleted

Leona

He wasn't too interested in photos but in your case it caught his interest slightly

he noticed from school activity photos that your face was always somehow ruined.

he thought it was funny but rare

so he tasked ruggie to take a picture for a small amount , mainly because he thought it would be easy

plus it's not like he wants a photo of you for anything psssshh

but when ruggie returned , he was frustrated and tired

confused leona questioned him

"Leona san. i loved getting money from you but i might just not even try anymore ..."

he got baffled that Ruggie had given up money for any easy task. or so he thought was easy

So thinking ruggie was being lazy , he went to do it himself

as a predator, he knows how to be sneaky and hide well , so once he locked you in , he took a snap

he looks ats the photo completely ruined

he took another , ruined. once again , it was ruined

he repeats many tries after and it all ends the same

" ahh fuck it ... " and went for a nap

later on you wanted a selfie with leona

being smug he said " would you even get the picture right ?~"

with a pout " of course i can!" you posed for the picture and snapped

he took a glance and he'll be damned ,, it was perfect

" don't talk to me for the next few day, herbivore."

"huh-"

Azul

azul didn't like photos , much at least because of certain ones of his past

though he took note of a particular incident

(Event after chapter 3) when you all took a picture at the museum , he noticed that your part of the picture , floyd's arm covered your face

He thought nothing of it until he noticed it often

Ace took a photo of you and deuce and somehow grim flew in front of your face

Cater took a selfie but it ended up blurred

it was pointless but hard to ignore so he assigned Jade and floyd into getting the perfect picture of you

after a couple hours, jade and floyd came back frustrated

even jade looked visibly irritated which was VERY rare to the point it scared Azul

they showed him nothing but blurry pics, he knew something was up because even jade wouldn't fail this bad

He knew he couldn't stand the chance if the tweels failed

but later on , you wanted to take a selfie with him

he refused immediately but you promised to keep the photo private , then he did agree , reculantantly

His immediate thought was that the picture would of been ruined anyways but was shocked to see a cute selfie of him and you

"....send me that picture . " you turned to him "what???" "SEN ME THAT PICTURE"

Kalim

We all know this absolute dork would love to take pictures , possibly from Cater's influence , because he sees it as a fun thing to do

So you , being one of his favorite people, he obviously wants a good photo of you

but to his disappointment, when he wanted to take a pic of you while you were at the gardens, it turned out super blurry

he thought nothing of it , just might of moved a bit , until the next one came blurry

he was getting semi frustrated and you had already left , so for once, he was actually grumpy to the point where he just asked Jamil to take a good picture for him

he felt lowkey bad of course but he was a tiny bit frustrated

Jamil didn't care until he had the same issue

Jamil tried a it but gave up when he kept getting the same result

then kalim was just sad , he just wanted a cute picture of you

you visited one day and he was his usual self but you here reminded him of the picture incident

you offered to try again , he was hard for him to say no to you

but after looking..you took a perfect photo

he wanted to cry and you were just so confused

hug him he needs it

Vil

Vil is a perfectionist of course, which includes photos too

you , him and a few others went on a small trip , you wanting to take a photo to remember the trip

you're one of the only people he's allowed for a picture minus fans because he's aware you just want a genuine picture and knows you won't share/ brag about it

Rook offered to take the photo

you two posed and rook took the shot but Vil automatically saw Rook's confused face

"Rook?.. is there a problem?" "non non roi du poison! I must of moved a little fast, part of it came blurry

he didn't think on it , just a small mistake no biggy

that was until the problem kept repeating itself

Irrigated , he took the camera and looked at the photos , each and every one of them was blurred of were you were at while vil looked completely fine

he slowly looked at you while you just stood there worried that we weren't going to get a picture

"Vil senpai? maybe i can just take a selfie? Rook's camera's probably broken"

sighing in defeat , he agreed ,after getting in a cute pose , you snapped a photo

he took a look and he was legit about to burst

It was an absolute beautiful picture

He was stunned that you did an even better job then rook

might make you his photographer

Idia

we all know for a fact, he hates pictures , at least mainly of himself

though he doesn't mind pictures of you

of course , he doesn't take pics of you willy nilly , he asks you first because he'd be hypocrite to take a picture of someone who didn't want a photo

You often cosplayed as some of his favorite characters and of course he'd want a picture of it but he was in for a surprise

The first time you cosplayed in front of him , he asked and you agreed

he snapped the photo , it blurred

he got irritated but thought nothing of it and tried again

still failed

he has plenty of cameras ( I dunno it's for the story make up your own reason XD ) and used a different one to get a photo

it failed and he tried many times , it was too a point he built up the courage *cough*two hours*cough to ask rook to help

he was dumbfounded when rook couldn't do well

you later went home , while idia was sad , he really wnated to take a good pic

soon after, you sent him a text

"I'm sorry you couldn't get a cute picture earlier, so i took a shot at it with a selfie!"

and there he saw the perfect picture

"...what the f**k is this voodoo magic- "

he of course loved it but he was so confused

Malleus

oh boy here we go-

he was still confused on the idea of photos

but he thought it was similar to a painting but it's instant

so of course he wants one with you

he attempts to use an old style camera (hey be lucky he made it this far)

he sets it up to where it takes a picture with a timer and you both pose

After it was done, he looked at the photo and somehow it blurred

he just thought it was a small mistake and tried again

second time, same result

this is where his temper slowly rises and it's shown every time it fails

and after about the 20th time , he smashes the camera

you attempt to calm him down and offered to use your phone

he agrees because he trusts you more than a dumb camera

after you took the photo, he was very happy , it looked wonderful

he didn't care about the camera anymore, he just cared that he got a good photo

I hope you enjoyed!

[laffyraffy]

So I tripped and ate shit on a sidewalk, scraping the everloving hell outta my knee, which inspired this. I went a bit overboard but, uh, enjoy. 

Ever since you met and befriended Beetlejuice, taking late-night strolls has never felt safer. You've always been in the habit of going on walks when your insomnia was kicking your ass, but with your own personal demon by your side, you could let your guard down a little bit- be a little less aware of your surroundings. 

Beej is telling you about a prank he and Lydia pulled on the Maitlands that day, complete with voice impersonations and grand gestures, making you have to stifle your laughter more than once. (It is late, after all, and you don't wanna disturb anyone.)

You're paying so much attention to him that you don't notice the uneven section of pavement until it's too late: your ankle rolls and the next thing you know, you're kneeling over the pavement, hands and one knee stinging and throbbing. Your other leg is somehow unharmed, dangling over the side of the sidewalk and half in the street.

Neither one of you moves for a few seconds, both a little stunned by how quickly you went down. Beetlejuice reacts first with a, "Holy shit, babes, you okay? You dropped harder than a dead body." He giggles a little, high pitched and nervous.

You don't respond, still kinda shocked. You maneuver yourself so you're sitting down on the ground, wiping your hands off and inspecting your knee. Beej nervously asks, "Babes? You good?"

The pain is really starting to set in now. "Ow. Ow! OW!! This FUCKING hurts, Jesus!! Shit!"

Beej is floating down on the ground next to you in a heartbeat, hands hovering over you like he doesn't know where to put them. "Babes, seriously, are you okay? Can you stand? That was a helluva fall."

You look over at him, tears pricking your eyes. His hair has streaks of yellow in it and they multiply when he sees how watery your eyes are. You quickly reassure him: "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay, just kinda- shocked. I haven't eaten shit like that since I was a kid, I dunno know what happened."

Beej huffs, "This crappy sidewalk happened, I outta haunt the schmuck who paved it, it's totally uneven!" To your amusement, some of the yellow streaks quickly turn red. It's sweet to see him get angry on your behalf, but you wave him off.

"It's not the first time I've tripped on uneven pavement. Probably won't be the last, either. 'S just been a while since I've actually fallen." You look back at your knee to see a steady stream of blood trailing down your leg. "Fuck, my knee looks like a crime scene."

Beetlejuice hisses when he sees how much blood is oozing from the scrape. Before you can say anything to reassure him, you feel two strong arms grab you and lift you bridal-style. You yelp, throwing your arms around his neck to steady yourself. "Beej?! What the hell?!"

He smirks at your flustered expression. "What? I'm not gonna let you walk home on that. You breathers are too fragile, what if you fall again?"

"I can walk! It's fine!"

He hums, head tilted, pretending to think, then shakes his head. "Nah, gotta carry you, just to be safe." The shit-eating grin on his face tells you otherwise: he just wants an excuse to have you in his arms.

His. . . Surprisingly strong arms.

You'd be lying if you said this wasn't doing something for you. It's been a long time since you've been picked up and it's. . . kinda nice, if you're honest with yourself. So, with a huff, you rest your head on his shoulder. "Fine."

"C'mon babes, I- wait, what?"

"I said, 'fine.' Take me home. I'm tired and my knee looks like ground beef, I want to bandage it and go to sleep."

You don't see it, but his face practically lights up, over half of his hair blooming bright pink. "Your wish is my command, doll."

You honestly expected him to snap his fingers and teleport the two of you back to your place, so you're surprised when he simply turns around and starts walking back the way you came. "Bee, wha- You're seriously gonna carry me the whole way back? I'm heavy!"

He chuckles, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. "You really, really aren't, babes. You weigh about as much as Lyds to me, and she weighs next to nothing." At your sceptical look, he flashes you a grin full of sharp teeth. "Demon, remember? I may not look it, but I'm a lot stronger than any human, living or dead."

"Oh. Okay. You still don't have to carry me. . ." But your protest is just for show at this point, and you both know it.

The walk back home is over quicker than you'd both like (though neither of you will admit it). When you reach your doorstep, Beej suddenly has a third arm that he uses to unlock the door. He pushes it open and carries you over the threshold, third arm cradling your head to keep it from accidentally hitting the doorframe.

For all the times Beetlejuice has tried to fluster you with off-color jokes, you're pretty sure he's never made you blush harder than you are right now. You're a little bit shocked at how tender he's being. You know he's more bark than bite (most of the time), hiding his soft underbelly in disgusting behavior and sexual innuendos, but you've never seen him be soft with anyone but Lydia, let alone been the focus of his tenderness.

It's enough to make you feel like you swallowed a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies, making you feel giddy and light. You aren't sure what to do about the feeling, so you do your best to push it down so you can examine it later.

Beetlejuice carries you into your bathroom, setting you down on the closed lid of your toilet. "You have a first-aid kit, right?" You nod and point, "under the sink."

He brings it to you, opening it and kind of just. . . staring at it. "I, uh, wanted to play nurse, but I gotta be honest: I'm not sure what most of this is for."

You chuckle, taking the kit from him and placing it on the lip of the tub next to you. "It's okay, I can show you. Could you go get me a wash rag? And wet it with warm water?" He does, and you get to work gingerly wiping away the blood and debris from your scrape. It stings like a bitch, and you hiss, gritting your teeth.

"You know. . . I could always kiss it better." You don't even have to look up to know he's wiggling his eyebrows at you. "Beej, I love you dude, but I've seen the shit you put in your mouth. If you kissed my open wound I'd probably get sepsis." You're still so focused on wiping the blood trail off your leg that you don't see the way his eyes go wide, and his hair turns completely pink at the word 'love.' By the time you're done, he's schooled his features into something more neutral.

"Okay, this fucking hurts. But I've got the wound cleared away a bit, so now I'm going to use an antiseptic wipe," you hold up the little square packet before tearing it open, "to really clean it, and get rid of any nasty microbes that might be in there." After you wipe it down, you grab a tube of Neosporin.

"Now I'm gonna slather it with this: it's a pain reliever and antibiotic. It'll help speed up the healing process a bit and keep it from getting infected." Once you do that, you grab a square of gauze, some tape, and a roll of elastic wrap.

"This is a bit overkill but I don't have any band-aids big enough to cover the whole scrape." You finish dressing your wound, making sure the elastic bandage isn't wrapped too tight.

When you look up at Beetlejuice, he's staring intensely at your knee, brows drawn like it's some kind of difficult math equation. "Bee?"

His eyes flicker to yours before dropping back down. Quick as a snake, he drops his head, placing a feather-light kiss to the bandage. His hair is a riot of pinks and greens, with a little bit of. . . Orange? You're still not entirely sure what the different colors mean, but you can hazard a guess based on context clues. Orange is a new color to you, though.

When he lifts his head, he won't look you in the eye. "Well, babes, it's getting late, and I know how you breathers need your beauty sleep, so I'm just gonna- bye!"

Before you can say anything, he snaps his fingers and disappears, leaving you alone, hand stretched out. You rest it atop the bandage, over the spot he kissed, and smile.

[reikeip]

Crossroad ♱ Curse 3

Location: School's Main Gate

Keito: Hmm. Well, what’s your real business with me, Kiryuu?

Kuro: Right. A sorta friend of mine, Morisawa, wants to know where the Tenshouin’s young master’s bein’ kept.

Ya seem pretty close with that guy, so I was hopin’ you’d know.

Keito: ...I don’t remember talking widely about my realations with Eichi.

Kuro: At the school assembly the other day, ya introduced him as the student council’s new officer.

Talked about how ya knew each other since childhood and stuff. Dunno, didn’t commit all the small details to memory.

Keito: Oh… You listened to my speech earnestly at the school assembly, didn’t think you were the type.

Actually, it wasn’t like attending that school assembly was mandatory either. It was nearly deserted, and it felt like those who did attend were all just chatting away.

(We made it like politics, precisely because nobody would hold interest in revising our school regulations that way…)

(The plan was to capitalize on such carelessness and magnify our power, weaving reality as is convenient to us.)

(But obviously, there was bound to be somebody listening to me.)

(From now on, I need to be mindful of the details we let loose. To make sure no one catches on, this has to remain behind closed doors.)

Kuro: What’s up? You’re awfully quiet. Are ya scared of me… young master ♪

Keito: You don’t scare me. This is a country of law, so if you commit any acts of violence towards me, I’ll just summon the police.

For a delinquent like you, it’s arrest on sight. High school isn’t compulsory education, so you can’t use your muscles and brute your way on through it.

Kuro: I get that. Just answer my question already, where’s Tenshouin bein’ hospitalized?

Morisawa is real worried… Well, that guy saw Tenshouin’s health nosedive right before him, so it’s understandable.

But as a sorta friend, I wanna give him a peace of mind.

If he went and visited him, and saw he was lookin’ well, he’d sigh in relief. Or is his condition harsh enough that he’s not allowed visitors?

Keito: No, he’s been hospitalized for examination, so it’s all just for caution’s sake. The hospital’s located at… It’s hard to explain verbally, it’d be quicker to send a picture of the map to you.

Do you have a cell phone?

Kuro: Haha. Even a delinquent can use a smartphone, yanno. Don’t look down on me too much... Wait a sec, I'll write down my email address and phone number.

Here you go. Well, I’m not tryin’ to rush ya or anything, but please contact me today if you can.

Keito: If he’s your friend, you should know his contact information… so tell me that instead.

Kuro: Huh? I won’t just give out someone else's personal information without their permission.

Keito: … Surprisingly, you go about things the right way, Kiryuu. And it seems you’re capable of being considerate, so my opinion of you has changed slightly.

Kuro: Yup. I’m the type of delinquent who takes in stray dogs on rainy days.

Keito: A delinquent is a delinquent, though? Your demeanor and appearance cause people to misunderstand you. Just choose to conduct yourself more decently.

Kuro: Haha. It ain’t easy changin’ a way of life that’s ingrained into ya, young master.

Kay then, sorry for keepin’ ya. ...Later.

Keito: Right… See you, Kiryuu.

Location: Hasumi Temple, Main Hall

Keito: (Phew… I can finally take a breather.)

(You’re most relaxed in your own home, after all.)

(I hesitate to say it, since it sounds like something Kanzaki would say, but I just can't grow accustomed to the western style of Yumenosaki Academy.)

(The smell of trees, this serenity… This is where I began. My roots are planted here, alongside my childhood memories.)

(However, has Sakuma-san really not shown up yet?)

(This morning I received his sudden text, “I’m comin’ to your place today ♪”, so I hurried back home.)

(So it seems that guy came back already. He originally planned to be abroad for a while, though…)

(Did he do something wrong and get himself deported?)

(Whatever. I’ll hear it from the man himself. If he’s truly returned, then that’s promising.)

(For starters, I could try to impose clean-up duty on him, and make him fix all that underground livehouse trouble.)

(It’s his fault things got this complicated.)

(...This is hopeless. Getting involved with him is dangerous, he brings too many unexpected developments. I just experienced that first-hand, yet here I am, turning to him for help again.)

(He’s a human being, too. He has to have his limits, things he finds impossible to do.)

(He treats his constitution as something he can laugh off, calling himself a vampire like it’s some sort of joke.)

(But really, he isn't the same as those demons you’d see in a fairy tale.)

(......?)

(...What’s that, it’s awfully noisy out there. Sakuma-san, have you shown yourself?)

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[my-white-canvas]

The gaze of judgement falls before you

My "Teyvat is alive and a hot milf and with puppets and an all-in-one travel buddy servant" AU with your parasol in use

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As you walked around your backyard wanting some new adventure you opened the parasol given to you be Selena to get some shade while you walk and then the sudden thought of wanting to go to Fontaine came into mind.

In an instant you were suddenly crowded with people dressed in clothing you were not familiar with in the game, you were confused and embarrassed since you were only wearing your pajamas and carried your sword on your other hand then you wanted to go back to Mother and suddenly you were in Mother's arms while she was looking for you.

"Darling where have you been? You suddenly disappeared from my view!"

"Fontaine"

"What were you doing there? and how did you get there so fast?"

"I dunno"

Selena walks in the room from eavesdropping on them and explained what may have happened, at least what she thought happened.

"So the parasol is able to teleport to anywhere you wish as long as you are familiar with it in any way"

"So this is from Violet I assume"

"Ye, she let use it for the time being"

"So I can go wherever I want?"

"In Teyvat"

"So I can go back there or go to Shneznaya"

"I guess so"

And in an instant you opened the parasol and disappeared which sent Mother to panic mode where you were in Shneznaya in pajamas, yes you were freezing like a naked monkey in the snow so went back to Fontaine instead.

So this Fontaine, very fancy and expensive looking while you looked homeless in the streets. You hid in an alleyway where you found some decent clothes hanging out to dry so you stole them and dried them with your anemo powers. You looked presentable enough to the public but we're a little guilty of taking such comfy clothes.

A mischievous smirk was drawn on your face and your first thought was

"Maybe I could go for some Fontaine styled cuisine"

But you realized... you don't have mora, your stomach grumbles from your shattered hopes of eating a macaron so you walked around the streets with a defeated expression but then you bumped into someone with a stern and stoic look.

"Oh Sorry about that"

"Halt!"

That tone put you up guard and thought this is where your probably gonna die because they found the imposter but when you turned to look at who you bumped into those thoughts increased ten fold when you saw the woman you bumped into. Deep blue streaks at the end of her hair, fanciest Fontaine clothing you saw yet but no guards are her, so you did the Wis thing to do. Run

"Wait get back here!!"

You used your breathing to get away faster but you remembered about the parasol so you opened it and suddenly she grabbed you from your wrist but it was too late you both were already transported to your mansion.

She was baffled of what just happened, chasing a mysterious figure to receive justice then the surroundings change into a peaceful mansion near a mountain. After all that happened you invited her to the mansion.

When you entered everything that was in place in the mansion looked liked a storm blew through so you were embarrassed by inviting an archon to your house looking like this.

"Is your house always like this?"

"No, it was fine this morning, they were probably panicking that I was gone for an hour"

"Hmm"

Then Mother and Selena burst through the hallway with the puppets trying to calm the down.

"DARLING WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU WERE GONE FOR AN HOUR AND WE THOSE YOU WERE IN SHNEZNAYA SO WE WENT THERE AND YOU WErent there and.. and..."

"Don't worry, I was in Fontaine where I bumped into her"

You pointed to your guest that was confused about the entirety of what just happened.

"Fontaine? And who's clothes are you wearing"

"Stole them"

"You stole WHAT!!"

"Not now we're busy"

"c'mon she's a guest why don't we explain a little so she could understand"

"And if she doesn't?"

"We put her to sleep so she thinks this is a dream"

"Wut"

You explain to her about Violet, the god in the scriptures was another puppet and Mother was Teyvat waiting to cut off her head if she doesn't reconcile and that you were from another world inside Violet's puppet body along with Teyvat but she was being an impatient child and got an abnormal height disability and blah blah blah...

She was still processing what you said so Selena offered some tea and you tested it first to make sure she didn't put poison in it, and it wasn't.

"There is a possibility you are lying but that sounds too... wild to be made up and you don't really have any proof"

"True, but the only thing I can prove that is real is that I am in a puppet body and our caretakers are also puppets" you pointed at them peeking through the doorway

"And it's not like I can just summon Violet here because she said she does really like interacting with mortals with a title God but she still makes effort to go talk to them"

"Aren't you underestimating me too much"

"AAAAaaahhhhh!!!"

Violet pops out behind you but she had a more... revealing clothing than usual but she had a reason for it, she intended to look like the way her puppet was drawn in the murals so she would have the perfect of her.

"I mean you didn't have to wear clothes like that tho"

"Haha.. I thought you would need help convincing the god of judgement, she could help you in court and the other Archons"

"So she really is the Hydro Archon"

She fell down on her knees and begged with all her being for apologies that she had doubted her prophecy and the words of your puppets. You were insulted that she called you a puppet but Selena was more insulted that she didn't even mention her in the apologies but Mother just glared at her like she was a stain that wouldn't wipe off her house.