#i hate that my ability to draw is so conditional

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oo u want 2 draw soo bad..

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Gyutaro x Artist but gyutaro is their Main Muse and they just lobe drawing or sketching him!

Gyutaro x Artist! Reader headcanons :3

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LOVEEEE THIS IDEA UGHHH I LOVE DRAWING HIM SO BAD HE IS SO COOL AND BEAUTIFUL ❤️❤️❤️

His body is so so cool and I love drawing it and writing about it gyah he’s so cool.. you will definitely hear my rambles and interest in his funky little critter body in this.

Only possible tw would be Gyutaro struggling w why anyone would find him pretty but that’s a given so yah

I’m so sorry this took me a long time to put out, I know I say this like every blue moon I post but my life is fr crazy 😭 it’s getting better tho. I just do these for fun and comfort and i appreciate prompts/requests for when I’m in the need to relax and write about my favorite little guy

•Gyutaro has not a single clue why you seem to be so infatuated with creating art of specifically him

“The entertainment district has so many unique pretty people in it, those who are leaps and bounds more handsome than he is. So why him?

•At first he was even angry to think you would try to gaze upon him in an artistic light before anyone else. He was hideous, he didn’t deserve to be drawn or painted.

•But you didn’t seem to think so

•He would never admit it and prefer to only display his annoyance, but he really was flattered the first few times.

•When you asked to draw him he laughed, because why would you want to do such a thing? He thought you were joking. You were in the entertainment district, a place with some of the most beautiful people in all of Japan!

•But yet.. you insisted on doting upon his hideous form and praising his appearance. showering him with gifts from your natural talent of creativity and your dedication to craft.

•Of course he was envious at first.. of course you were talented. beautiful, nice, and talented. He hated all of those things.

•But he didn’t hate you.

•Gyutaro would unconsciously be annoyed due to thinking your artistic ability is natural born talent. It wasn’t fair how so many humans were blessed with those gifts while he himself seemed to only be cursed with suffering and imperfections.

•Though, after watching you work and create so many different pieces even he himself was able to notice how subtly you improved or when you messed up.

•And of course he noticed because no matter if he would express it or not at first, he adored you making art of him.

•Gyutaro was naturally a very attentive demon. The man grew up on the streets racked with danger and disease. Such living conditions were a constant battle to survive and in order to do so, he needed to be aware of his surroundings.

•His nature to pick up on smaller things only intensified when Ume was born because now he was watching over her, and he deemed her life as bounds more valuable than his own.

•He loved seeing you fail or mess up at your art.. and it wasn’t in an exactly sadistic or crude way like he would feel when seeing others fail. With you, it felt like he was watching you learn and grow. He was witnessing your failure and proof that your talent wasn’t natural, You had to work for it. And something about that struck a chord in him.

•Embarrassment was always a very common emotion for him to express when you asked for a better look at him.

•’I want to see your back better, I need to see the way your spine curves.’

•‘Let me see you up close so I can get your birthmarks right’

•‘Can you show me your hand?’

•Every single little question you asked always gave him butterflies, both from nerves and him becoming flustered.

•But over time as you two bonded; he became much more comfortable with sharing his body with you.

•His small crude comments about how ‘pointless’ your art of him was gradually turned into quiet mumbles of appreciation or gentle praise.

•Sometimes, if you get lucky he will allow you to touch him. Trailing your hand down his odd protruding spine, or delicately brushing your fingers over his ribs that were barely covered by his skin.

•One time he even let you feel his stomach.. if you could even call it that, and where his abs were just to see how his strange anatomy worked. That interaction didn’t last for long as he got far too flustered and anxious to let you continue, but it was still fascinating nonetheless.

•Gyutaro was almost constantly put off but your compliments about the parts of his body he hated the most.

•His disgusting marks? They were pretty, and looked like paint on a canvas to you.

•His visible ribs? They were unique, a wonderful oddity.

•His crooked spine? One of your ‘favorite parts’ of him to draw

•His bloodshot down turned eyes? They looked like gemstones to you, sparkled like the stars.

•It was like any aspect he found repulsive about himself, you saw it the exact opposite.

•There was one small interaction Gyutaro didn’t think he would ever forget, something that touched him in a way he had never felt before

•It was common for you to show Gyutaro new drawings you made of him.. working as Daki’s artist you only had so much time to ever gift him with full pieces.

•Not that he cared, at this point if you gave him a stick figure and said it was him he would be grateful you even thought of him.

•Perhaps that was only because of your close bond.. if another human did that things probably wouldn’t go so sweetly.

•He wished he had a better place to keep such cherished things though all he had was the little cave where him and Daki stored food and skeletons.

•Nevertheless, you liked to doodle him a lot in quick sketches that you almost always displayed to him. Usually you came to sit with him when you would draw him to get reference for something about his ghoulish unnatural form, especially for his birthmarks. He had so many he was used to you coming in with near finished drawings that still needed reference for where his spots were.

•Eventually, you stopped asking for such things and it almost made him sad. Did you just loose interest?.. he wouldn’t blame you, he was hideous.

•Of course that was him being overly negative and unrealistic. You still frequently showed him art you created of him, so he had no reason to think that. But he usually wasn’t very logical when it came to thoughts about his own body..

•One night the two of you ended up in the same room together for a while, Gyutaro glancing over to you for a moment..

•”(Y/N)..”

•He croaked out your name in his broken voice that you never seemed to comment on. Almost instantly you raised your head and turned all of your attention onto Gyutaro

•“Hm?”

*The demon let out a small huff. He felt pathetic asking something like this. He was an upper moon demon, he shouldn’t care.

•“Why did.. why did you stop visiting me whenever you draw?”

• he forced out, letting out a small sigh as soon as he did. He had to use restraint to hold himself back from hiding his face in his palms

•But instead of ignoring him or saying you got sick of looking at his ugly face, you chuckled.

•”Taro, I’ve drawn you so many times I already know what you look like. I even have your marks memorized.”

•He went quiet, his face flushing a crimson hue from your response. There was just.. no way. You couldn’t be real. What had he done to deserve you?..

•”Oh..”

•Was all he was able to manage out, too flustered and dumbfounded to come up with a proper response.

•If he wasn’t in love with you enough before, he was far past head over heels by now.

•The concept of abstract art interested him as well, and he would always be very grateful whenever you would explain how some people found deep interest in things that looked.. less than appealing.

•One of Gyutaro’s favorite small details he always picked up on was in your doodles of him.

•Sometimes you liked to add something extra onto your work to make it more lively, and whenever you did that with him it would always be little hearts around him.

•Things so small yet so meaningful were things he had always loved, and this was definitely no exception.

•When you displayed your art to others you could never exactly display him.. though you sometimes added little details that you knew he would notice

•Little black splotches around the canvas akin to his marks, small Kanji for the number six sometimes appearing.

•He knew you couldn’t exactly ‘show him off’ and he knew you probably wouldn’t want to if you could.. but even so, seeing you do something that still counted as showing him off meant a lot.

•Even if nobody else noticed or knew, he did.

•He noticed all of the little details, the stray lines, the mistakes. Every little thing about your art he adored

•The same way he adored you.

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WAAA!! I wrote most of this months ago at like 12AM and I am astounded that it actually held up and I didn’t have to completly re-write it. Just finished it up

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pairing: muzan x gn!reader

summary: honestly folks no plot or build up lmfao he’s just rlly hot and there is an unfortunate lack of gn/masc reader. i imagine with his limited time as a human, and a miserable one at that, he’d be eager to experience any sort of enjoyment, so… also reader has a dick so that’s fun!

cw: NSFW. no plot, sub!muzan, human!muzan, ‘hate’ sex, degradation…

this is absolutely not allowed.

you thank the god’s above that you’re in complete privacy the more you curl your fingers, lord muzan’s voice keening down the hallways, his delight on display for the world. your arm is starting to hurt— the man had been as taut as a bow before all this— but he’s almost ready for you. despite the soreness and muscle burn you could honestly do this for another hour you’re enjoying it that much. lord muzan, however, is not nearly well versed in patience as you are. he grumbles and pouts, rolling his hips onto your hand, bleary eyed and quivering with need. despite his condition he’d ordered that you not treat him like he’s frail and you remind yourself of that as you slap his inner thigh, eliciting a meek cry from his lordship.

“relax, my lord. you’re going to hurt yourself,” you say, watching the welt you’d left immediately darken on his smooth, porcelain skin. he groans as you deepen your reach inside him and press down on his stomach, arching his back and tossing his head to the side, panting open mouthed into the futon. you can’t see his exact expression under the shadows and tousled raven hair sticking to his forehead, in bundles of ribbons framing his complexion, but what you can see is his desire for carnal pleasure. lord muzan was ill and didn’t have the privilege of time or the luxury of choice. you had come to him with the offer, after all, and he’d leapt at the opportunity to forget his troubles for one night.

“if we do this, my lord,” you’d said into his ear, biting back a smile at the way he’d shivered and gasped under you as you slowly pushed him onto his back, trapping him underneath you and daring him to protest. “we’ll be doing it on my terms.”

he’d been rigid with the shock and possibly fear. had anyone ever treated him this way? had he ever been told what to do? you thought for a moment that you’d overstepped. you were only here to serve, that was all, to alert the doctor if something went wrong and to follow his every flight of fancy to the best of your ability. suddenly you’d felt silly, but before you could take it back you’d felt him nod against your shoulder, a single clumsy dip of the chin .

“yes.” he’d whispered.

he’d grabbed at you then the way he grabs at you now, a sense of urgency behind his touch, desperation surfacing. “i want it, i…” he moans loudly, throwing his arm over his ruddy face. “oh, enough… i’m ready!”

you continue spearing your fingers into him, spreading them as far apart as you can, over and over as you scrutinise him. you’re unsure if he is fully prepared or if he’s just that wanton. he looks at you from under his bicep and must see how indecisive you are for his already strained expression twists into one of despair, like he’ll start crying if you don’t give him what he wants. lord muzan understands that he doesn’t have the final say here, that he will do nothing but lay there and take it when you give it, if it’s even to be had at all. it’s upsetting him almost as much as it’s arousing him.

even as you make the decision to stop teasing you draw it out for another minute just to watch him genuinely tear up as he re-realises his utter lack of control over the situation, turning his face away once more with the shame of it all, fisting his hands in the futon to stop himself from reaching for his erection. you can bet he’s wishing he were not so weak, so maybe he could flip you over or forcibly pull you on top of him. realistically he knows that it’s wiser to be safe rather than sorry. he does need gentling, no matter what he has to say about it. he was sickly and that was that. unluckily for him his reality is not so forgiving and he can do nothing but simply lay there, eyes fluttering and toes curling, least he completely tire himself out and end the fun before it truly begins. he’s unpleasant enough that he’s acting like being serviced burdens him. he’s a nasty, spiteful, arrogant little man— it’s a lot of fun to grab him and handle him how you please, to listen to him stutter and pretend he doesn’t like how disrespectful you can be to him. it gets you off to put smart mouthed, cocky pricks like him in their rightful place— and he had been a nightmare for you before you’d seduced him. it was nice to watch him squirm.

he leans up on shaky elbows as you finally get on with it and tug his lower half onto your lap, his backside flush against your crotch. he licks his lips in anticipation, looking up at you behind his lashes, stuck together in wet tufts. he’s devine. you had heard that when you met the devil that it would be beauty unlike you’d ever seen. you slide your hand up his thigh, the once white canvas of his skin littered in your affections, using your other to position yourself at his raw entrance. “shall we use our manners?” you murmur, transfixed by the view.

he shudders and bares his teeth as if he had fangs to show, defiant as ever. “you would subject me… to further torment? know your place.”

“i deeply envy you for thinking this to be torment… you spoiled, wretched thing. i know my place, muzan-sama. matter of fact, i have a spot waiting to be filled right now, if only his lordship would behave himself and do as he’s bid.”

he clenches his fists in anger and attempts to slow his ragged breathing, his infamous temper rearing it’s head. “i am not some… whore that you can order about. you worthless commoner...”

“you really do want me to treat you roughly, don’t you?” you laugh. he splutters to form some feeble excuse or insult you care not for. he gasps and is effectively silenced as you let yourself breach him, just a small bit. not nearly enough to satisfy but enough to burn a virgin like himself.

“you have no discipline. it’s no surprise. that’s a little taste of what you want, muzan-sama. i’ve serviced you well, so i’ll tell you just this once more… to be polite to me.”

you wonder if he’s hearing you at all as he bites his lip to restrain himself, craning his neck to gawk at where you’re connected, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. you’ve got him hook, line and sinker. “uh…”

“i’ve been good to you. so you’ll be good for me, won’t you? does his lordship find these terms agreeable? or shall we stop so i can show him what happens to ungrateful brats like himself?”

“you… you scourge…” he whimpers, falling back onto the futon, weak as a lamb. “fine. will you just… ugh… please?”

“better,” you purr. what goes around comes around and you are determined to teach him this, so you reward him and slowly push in. his jaw drops as you do, his eyes squeezing shut. you barely stop yourself from cursing at the heat of his insides— it’s like hot iron, no doubt an effect of his own fever and sickness. when you’re finally fully sheathed inside him you grip onto his hips hard enough to bruise, hunched over him and taking a deep breath as to not lose yourself to this insidious pleasure. you’ve fucked a few people before him and not once did it feel this good. you need a second.

you’re kissing him before you can think better of it. at first he wrenches his head away but you insist, you follow him and he has nowhere to go. he has to give up the play, allowing you to lick into his mouth with a groan. he submits and embraces it, letting you ravage the kiss and have your fun. it’s easy to let everything else fall away and inevitably he does start to writhe, panting and whining like a dog, bucking impatiently. you don’t begrudge him for his unbecoming behaviour— frankly you’re just happy he didn’t bite you. feeling like you can move without orgasming humiliatingly early after all your talk, you plant your forearms on either side of his head and get serious. it takes all your focus and you can kiss him no longer, the two of you only moaning into each other’s mouths as you thrust into him, staring into each others eyes.

you’re holding back. he had told you to not treat him like glass and everything in you is compelling you to go faster, harder— but you know it would be too much. muzan is practically sobbing under you from this alone, having taken hold of your arms to ground himself, his nails digging into your tender flesh. whilst he’s not as fragile as you thought he’d be his condition doesn’t exactly leave room for how rough you’d like to be with him. he can’t even keep his legs around your waist and the man can barely walk on a regular day— there’s no way he could handle the brutal fucking you want to give him, no matter how much he deserves it.

still, slow does not equal gentle.

you intently watch his expression as you snap your hips into him, each thrust jerking his entire body, eliciting sharp cries. he looks like he’s in pain despite all else telling you otherwise and before you know it he’s been shoved halfway off the futon and onto the hard flooring. that will not do for his lordship and you have to stop to his utter dismay. “no, no,” he begs. “keep… please, please don’t, i’m—“

“enough of that,” you hush him and he whines as you situate yourself back onto the soft mat, guiding him back into position. you’re his caretaker before anything else so you ensure he’s comfortable before continuing and you decide that you want him on his side. his back could probably benefit from a break anyway. nothing is stopping you, least of all him, so you keep him where you want him, hoisting his dangly leg over your shoulder and pushing back inside him without flair. it’s possible this is a better angle than the previous, his hairless chest and nipples peaking out of his bed clothes, skin slick under the faint rays of moonlight. he’s entirely pliant now and buries the sounds he’s making into the mattress, clawing weakly at it. you fuck him nice and steady, sweat dripping off your chin. his dick is rock solid where it lay between his thighs, ruddy and wet with neglect. you wonder if you’re fucking him that good that he’s forgotten about it all together. if the way he shouts when you play with it has anything to say about that he most absolutely did.

“yes, yes, yes…” he chants between gasps of your name, his entire being gaining a frantic edge to it. “keep… yes, keep doing that— yes!”

“muzan-sama, someone will hear…!” you laugh breathlessly under his increasingly frenzied yelling, feeling embarrassed at the mere idea of someone rushing in to his aid only to stumble upon this scene. you’re still delighted that he’s become so vocal, thanks to you. muzan’s hand shoots out to grip your wrist and his insides tighten like a vice around you, so abrupt and unexpected it proves too much and it’s your turn to be way too loud for this hour of the night as you snowball into what might just be the best orgasm of your life. you grunt and swear as it seems to go on and on, draining you for everything you’ve got. if muzan struggles to get around on a good day he was going to be royally screwed tomorrow. his release has him dead silent, his pretty eyes rolled back into his head in rapture. a near scream comes out of him as he snaps out of it and quickly comes down from the peak of ecstasy, his body rattling in the aftermath. he gawps up at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky, cheeks tear streaked and awe etched in his features. you’re still not finished, you have another few thrusts in you and he encourages you with his body, through the steadily increasing overstimulation. muzan gave himself to you and demands the same in return, doing what little he can to coax every drop of pleasure out of you, to take it all for himself. he can be a right little incubus when he wants to be.

“you must… stay with me,” he tells you after you collapse on top of him, voice hoarse. you hum your agreement into his neck and lazily lavish on it, sucking on it like a leech, listening to him hiss and keen. whether he’d wanted you to stay or not you would have been laying with him for at least five recovery minutes anyway. you’re still inside of that hot inferno and when you make an attempt to pull out he sucks in a sharp breath and latches onto you so tight it startles you. “no. stay, just… just a little longer.”

muzan certainly doesn’t have to beg or convince you. you settle back between his legs and go back to marking him up, feeling how he softly sighs and sags in sheer relief underneath you. your duties, your family and the entire village has completely left your thoughts. making muzan happy is all that matters to you in this singular moment. he’s the worst of the worst, in every capacity… and it doesn’t bother you at all.

“i’ll stay until sunrise, if his lord asks it of me.” you admit.

muzan wraps his arms around your shoulders and cards his trembling fingers through your hair, pulling you up to face him. he’s smiling at you for the first time and his touch cannot be described as anything other than possessive. “you will, then.”

he kisses you this time, all teeth.

yes, you think— you will.

[mncxbe]

what do you think about enemies to lovers with akutagawa x ada fem!reader with a really big sexual tension between them?

Yes. Just yes🫡 that's all I have to say. Hope you like it♡

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Laced♡

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ one bed trope

Akutagawa didn't know how he ended up like this, sharing a bed with you in a crappy motel room in Shinjuku. He took a deep breath in, feeling the thin particles of dust tickle his nose and sneezed, mentally cursing his overly sensitive body.

From the other side of mattress you mumbled a half-hearted 'Bless you'

"Oh shut up" he hissed, his head snapping in your direction. You were laying on your side close to the edge of the ragged futon, a chiffon robe wrapped loosely around your frame. The neon lights that filtered through the windows illuminated your figure well enough for Akutagawa to make out the little bird drawings that adorned your nightgown.

"Your voice is pissing me off" he added, voice laced with venom as he took in your figure.

"Then stop sneezing and coughing every five minutes. I'm trying to sleep" you replied in a casual tone which only fueled Akutagawa's anger.

God, how he hated you and your composed demeanour; a futile attempt to prove that you were better than him. He vividly recalls your first encounter when his former mentor introduced you to him and the way your eyes scanned his figure with pure amusement. Oh, he resented the way you always looked down on him, thinking that you were superior only because you were working at the Agency.

The fact that you were constantly competing for Dazai's praise only made things worse. Each time the brunette would pair you up for a mission you'd go out of your way to ensure that you did just a tad bit better than him, whether it was stealing the target's phone, a classified file or simply taking extra credit.

And what was worse was that this wasn't even a fair competition: no matter how hard he tried to prove himself to his former mentor, you'd still get all the 'Good job Y/N'. All you had to do was breathe and Dazai would shower you with praise. It was so easy for you and it filled him with burning rage, a fire that grew hotter inside him by the minute; you were utterly insufferable and yet...

Laying beside you in this god forgotten room, Akutagawa couldn't bring himself to hurt you. He knew he could; you were both far away from home and the mission Dazai assigned you was dangerous. If you were to get injured it wouldn't come as a surprise. Plus, your ability was no match to his so he could easily kill you, destroying the source of all his anger and pent up frustration that plagued him day and night.

Still, something was holding him back; a force that he could not explain. He simply scoffed, gritting his teeth.

"I cannot fucking control it. Get your own room if you really can't stand my coughing."

You remained silent and the man cursed under his breath. After a while you rolled on your back and sighed.

"It's too hot in here."

"It's the middle of August, what did you expect?"

"Some air conditioning maybe?" you said in that condescending tone he so resented.

"You're so irritating." he stated, not daring to look at you. He knew that if he did he wouldn't be able to keep up this act and God knows what he'd do.

"Come on Ryuu. I know you don't actually hate me. You're just mad about Dazai liking me better"

Akutagawa's body tensed upon hearing your words. "Don't call me that."

"What, Ryuu? Why not?" you asked innocently.

"Because you know I can't stand it." he lied. He did in fact love the way his name rolled off your lips; it was so soothing but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. "And don't drag Dazai into this."

You let out a low chuckle "But he is part of this. He's actually the reason for all this. For us and-"

"There's no such thing as us" he spat, nails digging deep into the calloused skin of his palms.

He could feel you scoot closer to him, one of your hands gently brushing a strand of charcoal hair from his face.

"Isn't it?"

Your words lingered between the two of you, a heavy, unspoken truth. There was no you but both of you somehow wished there was. Despite all the resentment he bore towards you, Akutagawa knew there was something more to his feelings. He couldn't exactly pin-point what it was tho, but it seemed that you shared the same thought.

"What are we?" you asked eventually, fingertips sliding along his jawline as you moved even closer to him.

Your touch sent goosebumps all over his body, igniting his skin. Yet he didn't push you away. Instead, he turned to his side to face you.

"What do you think we are? We're rivals for fuck's sake" he stated and you would've believed him if it weren't for his arm which wrapped around your waist.

"Are enemies usually so desperate for each other?" you chuckled, cupping his face.

"I'm not desperate" he hummed as he began caressing the side of your body. His fingers traced the outline of your body over your robe, languidly sliding back and forth from your hip up your waist and along your ribs; causing you to shudder.

"You sure are desperate tho" he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His slender fingers hooked under the loosely tied knot of your robe, undoing it.

A light hum escaped your lips when he touched your bare skin.

"Hey Ryuu." you purred, threading your fingers through his hair "Do you think things would've been different if we weren't in different organizations?"

"Not at all. I'd still hate you" he said plainly. Akutagawa was completely entranced by you; his mouth voiced of abhorrence but his hands spoke another language, gently cupping one of your breasts as he kneaded your soft flesh.

He pulled you closer until your lips were mere mere inches apart. "You don't think you could ever like me, do you? It would be so ridiculous."

"Really?" With a mischevious smirk on your lips you took his hand from your breast and guided it between your legs; Akutagawa gasped as his fingers brushed against your wet panties. "I think I like you already."

"You little..." he cursed under his breath as he closed the distance between you, lips finding your own. He kissed you deeply, feverishly and pushed you onto your back, climbing on top of you.

When he eventually broke the kiss he looked down at you, trying to ignore his forming bulge that pressed against your thigh.

You only giggled, tracing your thumb over his lower lip. "How about you put that mouth of yours to good use, hm?" you teased but Akutagawa noted the hint of urgency in your voice.

With a sly smirk on his face he slowly moved lower onto you, tracing feathery kisses along your heated skin until the nestled himself between your thighs. Each touch elicited sweet sounds from you which echoed through his entire being.

Before he hooked his arms over your thighs to keep you close your gazes met for s brief moment and he nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

"As you wish, pretty girl"

[comicaurora]

These have been pent up for a while, so there's a whole list lol. Some are Aurora, some are not.

1) Can lacrimas carry out multiple purposes at once? Or will they blend them? I'm assuming that this is possible, considering that the automaton in the ruins was using a lacrima as a brain

2) Has anyone tried to make tools or weapons out of lacrimas? I'm talking like chisel that needs no hammer. Or maybe a Fire lacrima on a bow that sets your arrows on fire

3) Can you engrave runes on lacrimas to make them affect themselves?

4) Where can I read more about the Twins? If I'm not wrong they're the creator gods, aided by the Light dragon and the Void dragon to create life, but I might be getting a wrong read on that

5) Since we see Erin successfully become the first Void mage, does that now mean there's potential for him to make a Void lacrima? The dragon probably won't allow it, but still

6) What exactly does elemental corruption of each element do? Fire literally burns you up, as we saw in Arc 1. I can infer that Life likely makes you a chimera. Void corruption makes you a cave crawler. But what do the other one do? Does Earth make you a statue? Does Wind disintegrate you, Thanos style?

7) Now onto the non-Aurora questions, is your art vector or raster? I believe it's vector, but it's always better to confirm

8) What are your opinions on reading into the environment and the character design to infer things about the character themselves? In any type of media

9) Have you played Baldur's Gate 3?

10) Do you have any music that you'd recommend? I've listened to every song I liked so many times that I hate them now.

11) I'm new to Tumblr, anything that I should know? You don't have to answer this one if you don't wanna. I think I know some of the basics already. Reblog what you like, and avoid the terfs, right?

You might be able to tell that I like the idea of the lacrimas a little bit. Just a teensy bit. The artificer in me definitely isn't obsessed. I appreciate any answers you can give :3

Cheers!

Ooh, lots of stuff!

Yes, it's possible. A lacrima can be engraved with multiple spells, set in a casing engraved with commands, or some combination of the two. Typically, all spells engraved directly on a lacrima will activate at once when the lacrima is "switched on", but a spell can be quite complex, and conditional activations are possible - "if-then-else" statements, basically.

Yes, magic items exist.

Generally no. If the lacrima is disrupted or broken, the spell generally stops functioning, so a self-affecting lacrima will run only as long as it takes for the lacrima to distort or break.

There's an extra lore page about them!

He probably could if he wanted to (and the Dragon allowed it) but Void energy is very dangerous, so he likely doesn't want to.

Each form of elemental corruption agitates the presence of the element in the mage's body. Earth corruption can damage or alter bones, encourage unhealthy petrification of soft tissues, etc. Wind corruption can have physical effects but it often most obviously produces breakdowns in the person's ability to speak or understand language. Lightning damages, numbs or intensifies a person's physical senses.

Raster, I draw with CSP's digital pens. I've only very briefly experimented with vector art - I don't like how it simplifies the lines.

I think it's a fun school of analysis but, like all literary analysis, it runs into trouble if it tries to lock down exactly what the writer was thinking or intending (which is an objective fact that one can be incorrect about) rather than trying to analyze the story on its own and what meaning might, intentionally or unintentionally, be factoring into it.

Nope

don't trust my taste in music it's 90% nu metal and sonic OSTs

Like what you like, reblog what you want, generally it's considered dubious form to add a comment to a reblog unless you have something profound to contribute (commenting in the tags is fine), steer clear of discourse and callout posts and generally the sectors of the site that are constantly on fire, blocking someone for any reason is 100% fine

[2dmax]

🦋 pixiecat tiered adoptables 🦋

+ custom raffle with THREE winners!

offered from 08/08/25 - 09/09/25

A1 unavailable 🦋A2 available! 🦋 A3 available! B1 available! 🐛 B2 available! 🐛 B3 available! C1 available! 🦋C2 unavailable 🦋 C3 available! D1 available! 🐛 D2 available! 🐛 D3 available! E1 available! 🦋E2 available! 🦋 E3 available!

$5 - adopt a pixiecat of your choice! first come, first served. $10 - above tier and enter raffle to win a custom pixiecat! $30 - first two tiers and get a custom, one-of-a-kind chibi illustration of your pixiecat! $100 - first two tiers and get a custom, one-of-a-kind full size anthro illustration based off the pixiecat's design!

All tiers get: 200 dpi artwork in your e-mail inbox + personal use rights to the design, including ability to edit and re-imagine the character within reason + ownership on toyhouse if applicable + a nice smile

NB: I am on Chinese Standard Time, which is 12 hours ahead of the USA's east coast, for reference.

How to order:

DM me or fill out my commissions sheet to tell me which adopt & tier you want to purchase

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If you order a commission, please refer to the "what to expect" section of my commissions sheet for more details!

Ask any other questions you may have!

Will you mail my PIXIECAT to me? I am in Taipei, Taiwan. I am not familiar with mailing stuff here or estimating prices or delivery times yet. If you want me to put it in an envelope addressed to you and send it, I will do so at-cost. I cannot guarantee safe or fast delivery. That said, I'm willing to try! They are less than 5x5 cm in size and paper sizes may be irregular.

What's the timeline for getting custom illustrations? Any and all commissions will be put into a first-come-first-serve queue. I am currently a student until the end of the month, so the process may be slow. You will get updates as per my usual commission guidelines, usually via Trello once your sketch has been approved.

Can I just buy a custom one? Sure! DM me and let me know what you're thinking.

Do you have any other kinds of commissions? Yes! Check them out on my google form or on my tumblr page.

Raffle details:

Only $10+ orders will be entered into the raffle.

A maximum of three winners will be chosen, so long as I have three or more entrants!

Raffle starts on 08/08/25 and ends 09/09/2025. The winner will be announced as soon as possible after that, and winners will be contacted.

If you do not respond within one week of being contacted as a winner, runner ups, if available, will be drawn and contacted, and your win will be forfeit.

Winners get a PIXIECAT with the same lineart as above, with unique chosen colors and patterns. Since these are very small drawings, options for complexity are limited. The lineart cannot be changed, and as it is done with a rubber stamp, results will vary slightly.

If you ordered a chibi or a full size anthro tier, you can HOLD that commission in the case you win the raffle, and apply it to your custom instead!

Terms and Conditions 📜 Your commission is for personal use; icons, roleplaying, in your blog theme, as a wallpaper, or to print out and tape to your fridge. Commercial use may be negotiated in some cases. Your final art is sent over Google Drive. I will either transfer ownership or delete the file after 7 days. Please download locally. You must credit me on the platform used if reposted. Feel free to use art, with credit, on sites like ToyHouse.  You may not use my art to promote anything hateful or illegal. You may not claim it as anyone else’s creation. You may not use it for commercial uses without permission. You may iterate on the design while keeping it recognizable and retaining credit. You may not re-sell this design, but you may trade it or gift it. I may use my art in my own promo material with no notice to you. Unsolicited advice on my pricing or how I otherwise conduct my business is subject to a $1,000,000,000 fee via personal check, made payable to Joe Mama!

[ask-heldrake-chan]

(Background lore) The Warband

The specific group of Heretic Astartes our Heldrake-chan is part of is quite an oddball even by heretic standards. The Alpha Legion at its core is already unusual, so it is no surprise that their offshoot that goes among others by the name of "Ratatoskr" does not even see itself primarely as a military force.

Their operatives place themselves in other Chaos Warbands, often in the open in direct agreement with the leadership of said groups (although you can always assume that there are twice the number of operatives in the warband than command is officially aware of) that follows a simple deal: services for a share of the group's spoils and/or favours.

These services come im multiple forms, such as strategic advice, or providing stealth-focussed operatives to groups lacking such specialization for certain missions, but the #1 selling point is the informations- and communications network. Due to being spread in so many Chaos Warbands they get to hear a bunch of stuff. It is said that a rumor among Ratatoskr operatives travels faster accross the galaxy than an astropathic message, and that is not overselling it.

How do they achieve that? The key is their specialization on "blades cutting through reality" - watered down knock-off versions of the famous "Athame" blade. In untrained hands they can generate a tactical advantage of teleporting the user a small distance, but in the hands of a Ratatoskr operative it allows a small group of people to warp-jump between nearby systems if certain conditions are met.

The smaller the rift, the less effort is necessary. Spaceships need a giant warp drive. Humans in a group need a powerful sorcerer to transport them. But a message etched into a tiny metal ball the size of a marble? That's something anyone can do with the right tools and training - and so information flows, without leaving a trail on the vox or in the noosphere, by pebbles getting tossed short distances through the warp and being passed on. Distances are often measured in "Cuts", as in "How many cuts through reality do I need to reach my destination?".

(This is also why they do not have much of a problem with one of their Heldrakes having gone humanoid. She is now smaller, so she can use smaller portals. It is a tactical advantage!)

This information network is used to coordinate other Chaos Warbands, sometimes with their knowledge, sometimes without. Naturally there is quite a bit of diplomacy involved. They got quite good at, which in an unlikely chain of casualty led to them having possibly the biggest force of Heldrakes of any Warband their size at their command. Heldrakes are proud and highly territorial creatures, but due to the diplomatic abilities of the group they managed to have several dozen of them voluntarely put up with the others of their kind while living in the group's ships. Unleashing them in orbital battles instead of regular fighter aircraft has a devastating effect.

To keep up with their dear drakes the active fighting force of the warband leans heavily on wings and jump-packs, although they for the most part just use what they can get: the "Emergency Exfiltration Unit" for example is 10 Terminators getting their movement amplified by a Sorcerer so they can keep up with other airborne units.

The relationship of the Warband and the Warp is tedious to say the least. They use it a lot, and that draws attention, and there is nothing Alpha Legion Astartes hate more than that. Once Tzeentch tried to meddle with their messaging system so they teleported ("cut") a captured Culexus Assassin directly into the Scheme-God's crystaline sanctum. The relationship has been slightly hostile ever since...

[failing-life2]

Used picrew to make a twst oc!! (I can't draw for shit)

Meet Verril Sohan!

I've been wanting to make an oc that's in one of the dorms for a while, but I didn't know how they would fit in. But I got the idea of making a character that's based on the magic mirror from Snow White.

Basic info:

Name: Verril Sohan

Age: 17

Birthday: December 3rd

Dorm: Pomefiore

Height: 170cm (5'6)

Origin: Scalding Sands

Best subject: Magic analysis

Favourite food: Cereal

Personality:

He's described as good-looking and charming physically, but that's quickly eradicated when you start talking to him. Verril sees no use in telling lies, no matter how small. He says, "A white lie can't be that insignificant if finding out about it still disappoints you." A lot of students at NRC dislike him for that reason because they think he's unnecessarily rude when he himself believes the opposite. Although he hates lies, he hates "brutal honesty" more. He doesn't like it when people use the excuse of telling the truth to justify rude comments.

One of the hardest parts when it came to writing this character was making his signature spell. I wanted it to be the ability to make people tell the truth, but Jade already has that. I was genuinely struggling so much, and my friend and I brainstormed for a while before we came up with the idea of shape-shifting.

Basically how his spell "Your Reality Is Now Mirrored" works is he can shift into any living being, animal or human, under the strict condition that the creature he wants to shape-shift into has to have lied to him once in his life.

I'm still figuring out some things about him like his friends, how he fits into the main story, etc... I honestly love making ocs, and this is the first time I've shared one on the Internet. Please share your thoughts on a few aspects of the character and tell me what you think of him!!

[scifriskyxy]

I had a draft before this but I wasn't happy, I wanted to make him a merchant the merchant outfit ...well is couldn't figure out how to draw something fitting so I decided to do my own thing realizing that I wanted to make a character with telekinesis or gravity powers in mind

I nickname this guy the short king, the emperor kept him in storage off the planet in a space station that ended up going missing alongside other projects that weren't complete failures but he considered imperfect, he ended up crash landing on a planet where he hid encountering a young girl with a recently ripped off arm that ended up falling due to something hitting her that object was oddly enough the emperor's missing arm he attached the arm to her since it was still in good condition and the arm adapted to her body, the arm still retained the emperor's ability to change forms, and using the materials he stole and had he pretty much managed to create tho not perfect female primarch...to help him the girl shockingly survived the process tho it was partial due to not having all the organs needed she survived the process and she became eventually his long time companion and second closest friend

His design is inspired by v1 and v2 from UltraKill, Caleb from Love and Deep Space Myth design, and the mask was inspired by protogen designs the tail will be reworked

Often the emperor is called the omnisiah what if one of his clones ended up,becoming it yet remaining loyal to the emperor to an extent, hilariously tho he does not like the adeptus mechanicus like original emperor he hates being called a God,

He has an affinity with machine spirits they love him a lot

This is a draft Ill probably be changing his outfit coat

He's pretty much at this point an android technically

[talenlee]

Dev Pile 2025-13 — Adversariality!

My plan for this week was to put up a post showing some examples of how I’d step through generative media with my students using Moonshiners as an example. The schedule has changed a little and I want some lead time so instead I’m going to talk about a potential pitfall of Mooonshiners’ design as it relates to time, catch-up, and symmetry.

First up, let’s talk about time. Moonshiners is a game that’s meant to take place over a series of seasons, the auctions happening in time with the full moon phases that trigger werewolf activity. Players are all meant to be playing werewolves showing up to a big meet to divvy up the contracts and goods of a big production for moonshine, representing who can distribute whatr where, and the long-term value of previous contract meaning that you have more resources to rod up your car and make money and all that jazz. You’re meant to be delivering months worth of alcohol to places that want it, and that means there’s meant to be a slowness to the time between the auctions in the meet.

That means that if the game is just too immediate (bang bang bang let’s get the auctions done) then that time element loses out. The territory and actor cards that you buy are meant to pad things out like that, to create the ‘stretch’ of time between auctions and to more clearly divide the game between ‘auctions’ and ‘preparing for the next auction.’

This time between auctions needs to be long enough that players bother to do it but short enough that it doesn’t feel like the rest of the game is all about it. It also has room to be a place where some form of counterplay or catch-up can happen, through some actors or agents.

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Let’s talk real quick about symmetry though.

The Gameplay Loop of Moonshiners, at the moment has a symmetrical repeated gameplay loop. That is to say, first time through the gameplay loop is the same gameplay loop through the last turn in the last gameplay loop, and that each player in each round is doing the exact same thing. Symmetry makes the game easier to design, but it brings with it a potential staleness. One of the problems that I feel deeply in the design of Moonshiners (which, as I write this, I haven’t gotten to the table in a playtest yet), is the fear that a player can get too far ahead in the early game, and that makes the remaining rounds uninteresting for other players who feel they have no chance to catch up.

Basically, in Moonshiners, players don’t really have discrete turns. It’s important in games with discrete turns to make sure that players are either acting quickly (hello, Century Golem) or they’re doing things that ensure they pay attention on other players’ turns. One of my favourite mechanics to enforce player attention on other turns is the crossroads system in Dead of Winter; in that, the player whose turn just finished draws a card from the crossroad deck, and waits to see its trigger condition. If it triggers, they interrupt the player whose turn it is, and tells them about this new, special event that may eat up their time or interfere with their plans. As far as mechanics go this is brute-forcing the problem (players want to pay attention in the hopes of seeing an event happen) but it’s really effective and exciting because both players are kind of hoping to see what happens.

In Magic: the Gathering, counterspells and other forms of instant-speed interaction take this space. These are mechanics that some players really hate but which are fundamentally part of what makes that game so good. Players aren’t silo’d off during their turns and combats or abilities to engage in combat aren’t determined wholly by public information. That means that players are thinking about what one another can do on their turn and directly responding to what they do do.

Moonshiners, strictly speaking doesn’t need to break this. The main choice I want players doing is making choices during the auction phase to determine when to bid big or when to push their luck to try and steal more money with the Wolf Out card. I want the city-building phase between that to be reasonably easy with room for countrplay or ways to catch up from a tailing position. You lose enough auctions, you’re not going to have as much stuff as other players. How can I keep you from being stuck on the outside?

What if there are agents who can explicitly only pursue the player with the most territory?

What if the player with the most territory loses some of it each turn, as they’re naturally a target?

What if territory is temporary and goes back into the auction lots from turn to turn?

What if the locations where players launder their gods can be robbed by agent cards?

Is there a way to do this that doesn’t involve acquiring agent cards that then can be part of the get-ahead stay-ahead problem?

And how much do I want to reward players for not getting ahead? Players want to succeed, catch-up mechanics need to give players ways to feel like that was worth doing in the first place!

Now, this is is not to say the solution is to break the symmetry or the repeated cycles, and this is something that will come out in playtesting. One idea I want to work with in this playtesting, though, is the way to introduce elements of counterplay and retaliation to create a feeling of time.

Specifically, the game is small enough and tight enough that, at least hypothetically, there is room for optional cards. Players can choose to include things like a con artist or hustler who can target people when they come out. It could be that there are agents who, once they show up in the auction space they just ‘jump out’ and start engaging with the game space as a free agent, perhaps?

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[wwdits-kink-meme]

WWDITS KINK MEME

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SUBMIT A KINK MEME

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Can I make my own kink meme for a different fandom using this blog as a template? Of course! We encourage this - please bring kink memes back to fandom!!

Who are the mods? Just some adult fans who long for the insanity that was LJ back in the day.

Mod the Impaler - they/them ModMilla - she/her

[local-hyena]

REWORKED GODOT'S DESIGN FOR AA WOF AU

However I am very undecisive about colors.... there are three main ones, please help me choose valdksk it's mostly the top of the head.

GOD I hate drawing/coloring with my figers. Those of y'all who make incredible drawings with ibis paint one their phone with their finger, mad respect.

Finding the good balance between not too colorful and not too blank for him is... hard. I have ONE rule : the horns and back spikes mimic the hair color. So they have to stay white. His primary color should be whkte too. But I rlly feel like I could add one color to his back...

He's a Rain/Night hybrid. I have a whole reason why these tribes specifically, I wrote abt it in my previous post and I'm lazy so im just gonna copy/paste it.

"He is a Rain/Night hybrid. I've actually put a lot of thought behind this choice. See, Godot's hair became white after his coma, some sort of medical side effect, i don't actually remember if they elaborate why its like this, much like his blindness.

Diego reminds me of Deathbringer a little. His confidence, flirtyness and smugness are akin to Deathbringer's behavior. Godot, however, reminds me of Charmeleon : both have a medical condition that made them loos their color, and they are both angry and bitter towards something they had no control over.

Godot, overall, had Nightwing vibes. However, the "loosing color" aspect made much more sense with Rainwing. Thus, Rain/Night.

Basically, Godot was a normal Rain/Nightwing, untill he got into coma. When he woke up, he lost his color-changing ability, thus his scales mostly stay white, the color of injuried Rainwings. However, he did not loose all of his color-changing abilities, he simply lost control over it, much like Tamarin. In my designs, I try to incorporate the character's clothes color into their design so they're more recongizable. I would make Godot mainly white, with mostly dark green areas, maybe some black and beige like the rest of his outfit too. When he is angered, these areas would turn into red, I think."

Also here's a first version that I felt like was not colored enough :

[ominous-faechild]

Can you tell me a little about The Arcane Rifts?

Mislav (the berserker) and Ludmila in particular (their names stood out lol)

Ahhh, the Arcane Rifts, my golden child--

I--I mean--

The story I give an appropriate amount of love and attention to! 🥰 (or so I say because I think the extra attention I give it is deserved because it's the golden child--)

The Arcane Rifts

I've since included the blurb and other information in my Writeblr Intro if you want more generic information! Sorry I've taken so long to respond to this, haha. I'm going to continue forward here assuming you've read it, but I'm probably going to restate a lot of information here anyway!

The Arcane Rifts is a high fantasy, action, mystery story with hints of horror! It primarily follows its two MCs, Gene and Tazin, as they struggle to live on their own as Socially Othered kids.

Gene is physically disabled--he was born with a twisted and too-short leg that makes it difficult for him to walk. In-story, he uses a cane and eventually gets a foot lift that helps level out his walking. Though it doesn't perfectly fit, the best actual medical condition I can find for him is clubfoot!

Adding to his social-othering, Gene is also autistic (though it "doesn't exist" in Glavnran) and originally from another country, though it's unknown which one in-story. He was found in the woods on the outskirts of Kavo (a town within Glavnran) a year prior to the events of the story, and has barely gotten a grasp of the local language in the time before the story starts.

Tazin is the secondary MC and another kid only two years Gene's senior. He's ethnically Jhandan (Fantasy!Indian), and discriminated against by the majority Glavni (primarily white, Fantasy!Slavic) people despite being born and raised in Glavnran.

(Context: Glavnran is under the thumb of the Jhandan Empire and has had a history of both war and exploitation by Jhandar. This has led to the hatred of the Glavni people toward anything Jhandan--however. I do not say this as in to say the discrimination Jhandan people face is fair, understandable, or reasonable--just that it's the origin of the tensions. Tazin is a literal 9-year-old, though, and obviously just gets handed that hatred because of the color of his skin... and a minor accent.)

There's Asks on both Gene and Tazin and you asked about other characters, so I'll hold off on giving more info about them in particular, but!

The Arcane Rifts focuses on the two boys meeting, deciding to work together to survive on the streets, and accidentally getting way in over their heads as they accidentally draw the attention of both the cops and the local gang.

The main plots focus on the children, the khonitva, and Kavo's chief of police--Nikolai--investigating the boys on top of some magical stuff going on in the background.

It's a dense story, but I promise you it's worth it!!! Or, it will be whenever the current version has more than 5 chapters available read...

Mislav Baran

My beautiful babi boy and definitely not Gene's later boyfriend.

So, bad news: while he appears a bit in Book 1, Mislav isn't a main character there. He only becomes a MC in Book 2, after... spoilers! happen! 😙👌 In order to answer your questions, though, I will be giving away mild spoilers! 🥰

First, an introduction: Mislav (the berserker) is, surprise surprise, a berserker! Let me actually grab a snippet straight from tAR for this!

What Damaris didn’t know was that Mislav was a berserker, which meant he was stronger than any normal kid. Especially when he got angry. Being a berserker meant more than getting stronger with anger, though. It boosted all of his physical abilities and his senses. To top it all off, he healed from injuries more quickly. So imagine what it was like when he got angry. Although he’d show off his strength sometimes, Mislav hated that he was a berserker. Not only was it his own curse, gifted to him by Zhrizn—Glavnran’s evil god of nature—after he’d orchestrated the deaths of Mislav's family, but the people of Kavo hated berserkers. They said they were wild, destructive creatures that did nothing but hurt and kill.

Woah, so there's a lot to unpack there, haha. 🤭

But before I do... let me give you the next two lines from Gene('s narration).

Those were the reasons why Gene never told Mislav what he thought of a berserker’s abilities. They made for a perfect weapon of war.

Wait, wtf, a kid thought that??? Aaaaaanyway! We're talking about Mislav, not Gene! 😉🤭

Yeah, a berserker's abilities are perfectly suited for combat and recovering from it. However, at the beginning of the story, Mislav is just nine. Y'know--nine years old. He's not seeing any combat or war!

(Y'know... besides the whole "Adilzhan killed his entire family somewhat in front of him" thing. Oh, wait, right. That.)

So, Adilzhan. He's an avatar of Zhrizn (aka does his bidding), and it was presumably on Zhrizn's orders that he killed Mislav's family.

And then... stopped.

To spare Mislav? What's so special about him? Who knows! Me. I do.

Regardless, after sparing him, Adilzhan half took him in. Yeah. Took him in. After slaughtering his entire family and burning down the farm Mislav grew up on. That certainly won't be causing any sort of weird complexes in the poor kid growing up.

Despite their, ah, rough introduction, Adilzhan has been a shockingly generous "parental" figure to Mislav. Rather than forcing Mislav to live with him, Adilzhan sent him to the local orphanage and gives him anything the orphanage can't. Then, he's even ignored Mislav's uh... well.

Blatant attempts to "get revenge".

To be completely transparent: "berserker"-ness has turned (perhaps unsurprisingly) into an accidental allegory for anger issues--especially in the poor, traumatized Mislav.

So what does a kid with severe anger issues accentuated with a curse that actively tries to make them worse do when their family's murderer is constantly trying to be nice to them? Well, lash out, of course!

For example, by the beginning of book 2 Mislav would/will have:

destroyed a bunch of Adilzhan's stuff... several times.

straight-up ambushed/attacked Adilzhan (though only twice!! And only in the first several months of knowing him!!!... because he quickly learned it wouldn't get him anywhere--)

kicked/headbutted him while Adilzhan tried treating his (Mislav's) injuries

purposely sabotaged Adilzhan in moments of danger/stress, leading to Adilzhan getting injured when he otherwise wouldn't have gotten!

And yet, shockingly, Adilzhan never would've lashed out at the kid. Worst he would've done is put Mislav in the magical equivalent of "time out" while he took care of whatever problems the kid made.

By the beginning of book 2, when Mislav is 15, he's mostly moved past the state of constantly lashing out at Adilzhan. Like, sure--he hates him. Always will! But he's learned that, despite the past... Adilzhan is genuinely looking out for him. And was kinda a halfway decent parental-ish figure?

And, oh boy. Does he hate that. And understandably so!

But he's come to accept it.

Oh, Right, That Was Background Info.

So Book 2 Mislav! While Gene and Tazin were busy being criminals together on the streets, Mislav spent his time being raised halfway between the orphanage and Adilzhan himself. However, like all of the kids in Kavo's orphanage, he got kicked out at the age of thirteen (yeah, it's messed up, but tbh that's just how bad Kavo is).

So did he move in with Adilzhan at long last?

Hell no!

Mislav joined a gang, the yuertel!

Wait, what???

Yeah! Don't worry about it, it's all good. Anyway!

One thing I didn't mention earlier about the "berserker curse" is that it does more than just enhance the individual's physical capabilities and senses--it also will slowly corrupt their physical appearance as they tap into its power.

Which... that was another reason that Mislav toned down his anger with Adilzhan. Allowing himself to stew in it made it more and more likely that he'd act on it... and acting on it advanced the curse's control over him. And if you don't remember, the people of Kavo really don't like berserkers.

So, for most of his life (since the deaths of his family), Mislav has been doing his best to bottle up every single negative emotion he feels and avoiding people to keep them from figuring out the Truth. Aaaaand, y'know, self-sacrifice like hell. Because, surely, if bad actions accelerate the curse, then being a good person will de-cellerate it, right?

Yeah. He wishes. Literally.

Ludmila Morozov

So, Ludmila!

She first appears only at the very end of the first book, but Ludmila is actually a super important character to the series! She becomes a major character starting book 2, and is a main character in book 3!

Ludmila is an ice mage--or vykolt as the Glavni people call them--though you wouldn't be able to tell considering her fierce personality, haha. (Well, actually, she's incredibly icy, too, but.)

While Gene and Tazin were busy spending the first book of tAR in the khonitva and getting themselves on Kavo's Most Wanted list, Ludmila spent her time in Damaris's orphanage, getting evicted as she turned "of age", and joining/becoming the leader of the yuertel!

Oh, yeah, so the yuertel...

Ludmila didn't start the gang, and in fact got an actual job assisting the lumberjacks (and -jills) after first being kicked out of the orphanage. She only quit after an incident disillusioned her from Kavo's police- and work-force at large. Afterward, she was informed of the yuertel's existence by her childhood friend--Rada--and joined them when she couldn't find another job she was okay with working.

When she first joined, the yuertel was a ragtag bunch of kids with no idea what they were doing. After she joined--... well, they were still a ragtag bunch of kids with no idea what they were doing! But their previous leader saw her compassion for the others and stepped down to let her lead instead. Y'know, with his guidance, considering he was just a little better with people than her, but she was around a lot more than him and could do more for them than he could.

The yuertel isn't what you'd first think of when the word "gang" comes to mind. While they get up to criminal activity, they minimize collateral damage when and where they can, because hurting others isn't Ludmila's goal. They just need to do what they do to survive--malice and wanton destruction was the khonitva's thing, not hers. Though if a stray icicle hit Nikolai or a member of the khonitva over the head, she wouldn't complain.

While Ludmila wants the world to be a better place, all she sees is more ways to make it worse... or to work for those she feels sit idly by, allowing for things to get worse while sitting on their hands. So, instead, she carved out her own corner where she takes care of the people she cares about while nobody else pays them any mind.

Point is, she's a bit of a hypocrite.

Kavo--and, in fact, Glavnran in general--is a terrible place. It's full of crime, discrimination, ableism, and so many -phobias that it's ridiculous. She realized there was nothing she could do about it, so she sought to help her friends float by if nothing else. But she's a little ignorant of the fact she's guilty of the very same thing she hates in Nikolai and the rest of the police force.

Complacency.

At least... she is before book 3. But that's spoiler territory. 😉

A little more background info: Ludmila got sent to the orphanage after the murder of her mother. (Which, I so want to write a short story where Nikolai and Adilzhan investigate the murder buddy-cop style, Nikolai hating and suspecting Adilzhan of it all the while...)

Her mother, Tosha, was a fellow vykolt and actually was an avatar of Ertzat, the Glavni psychopomp god of ice, winter, death, and other associated things! They were distantly related to Gennadi (the un-elected mayor), and that combined with her priestess status meant the two were decently well-off before Tosha's death. Ludmila was close childhood friends with Rada even before then, and their parents' deaths occurring at approximately the same time led to them ending up at the orphanage together.

Idk what else I can say about her without getting into spoilers, haha...

I love Ludmila! Despite her hypocrisy, I'd say she's genuinely a good person stuck in a miserable circumstance like a lot of my characters tbh. She's a massive "sister friend" angsty type, and absolutely CANNOT get along with Tazin after the duo joins because of them both being stubborn af, haha. They're two bulls locking horns!

(And, beautifully, are a fire/ice rivalry, haha.)

I've seriously had this half-done in my drafts since publishing my Writeblr intro... I'm incredibly disappointed in myself.

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Divider from @cafekitsune

[deepfried3aaa]

Ok so here's my headcanon/au for the riddler, I only wrote thos because I was bored and to make it easier to draw some character interactions, this is still a work in progress so if you have any suggestions please comment or dm but yeah here it is.

The Riddler

Real name: Edward Nashton

Villain name: The Riddler

Nicknames: (Ivy/Pam) Eddy, (Selina/Catwoman) Edward or Riddle boy, (Harley) Riri, (joker) question boy

Current age: 29

Job: unemployed/villain (this happens after he escapes from arkham)

Nationality: American

Parents: dead/unknown

Villain outfit/costume: forest green dress shirt, purple tie with a black question mark shaped pin, very dark gray pants and vest(very formal), forest green socks, purple shoes with golden laces, golden cane with a 3D question mark on top that he made himself, his normal glasses, gold pocket watch with small pendrive stored inside, forest green bowler hat with a gold question mark (he doesn't always wear the hat) and he also occasionally wears a green suit jacket with gray question marks on it when it's colder

Physical appearance: warm light brown choppy unkempt hair, brown eyes, very expressive brows and mouth, yellowed teeth from drinking coffee during all nighters while working on riddles, very rectangular build and long torso, big feet for his height, round face, skinny limbs, a lot of scars from his time in Arkham and from working on traps and riddles, very short stubby fingernails due to obsessively bitting them

Backstory/Childhood: Edward Nashton was born in August of 1996 in Gotham. In 2001 both of his parents died during a house fire and after that incident in wich he lost all direct family members and that led to him living at an orphanage from that point on, where he became obsessed with the Wayne family and especially Bruce Wayne and in the future he became especially obsessed with the political standing and influence of Thomas Wayne wich led him to become The Riddler

Personality: very obsessive tendancies and methodical planning, strong feelings of revenge/vengeance, amazing at masking emotions, sarcastic attitude, forms very strong bonds but not great at making many of them, often obsesses over his own riddles to an unhealthy point

Time in Arkham: he suffered a lot in Arkham asylum due to the poor conditions, frequent violence and abuse and his own lack of ability to defend himself properly (when it comes to actual physical fights) he was severely injured in his left knee and hip after being attacked by the Joker

Sexualy: bi asexual but hasn't figured himself out to well and is in denial because figuring himself out distracts him from his traps and riddles

relationships: Poison Ivy (roommates), Harley Quinn (work together /she keeps joker aways from him), Scarecrow (have work together before/friends), Bruce Wayne (thinks Bruce and him are friends/Bruce hates him/he breaks into the Wayne manor often), joker (he is scared of joker/joker sees him has dumb, childish and weak do to his smaller scale crimes when compared to joker's), the penguin (work together often/goes to the iceberg lounge often)

Other: shares a room with poison ivy, allways has soil stuck on the soles of his shoes, needs to have bangs independently of the length of his hair, likes collecting pens, doesn't like writing in blue, he's very specific about the lightbulbs in his room, he smells like flowers, coffee and books (yes i said he smells like books, books have a smell)

And here's a drawing of him:

[nazorneku]

♡ / would you hate me if I said for whoever tickles your fancy but if you want a direction give me Vincent, literally whoever you want im game

VINCENT

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other

GRIFFON

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other - that one birb that exists to annoy you and laugh at your mistakes

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other

&. prompt || @devilbreaker

For this I based Vincent purely in his DMC verse, that inherited a lot of canon parallels - he was part of the order and at some point tried to oppose vile experiments he discovered, that led to him being killed and then experimented on. The result was him turning into a hybrid, having a devil arm and possessing the ability of the Devil Trigger (in canon his shapeshifting forms are his Limit Breaks, but I left only Chaos in this verse). He reeeeealy hates Sparda and humans' obsession with him, and what partially was the cause for his current condition. So don't be surprised if at first he won't be thrilled to discover that you are of Sparda's origins and worst of all Vergil's spawn as well lmao Vincent has a few words of choice to say to your dad too or maybe he will shoot him first. But yeah, Nero's time in Order also won't help in the very beginning of their acquaintanceship, but if he will manage to draw parallels with his time having devil arm and Yamato too, I can see them bonding through mutual understanding of what and how it felt. The fear and confusion. 'Cause Vincent isn't someone who can be easily swayed by words or deeds, you need to show him that you are on the same wavelength, that there's understanding between you two. And he can grow to tolerate loud and irrepressible Nero, 'cause one buzzkill is enough.

The best familiar. The most capable and overall amazing birb you will ever meet. Being in his presence must be considered the utmost luck and blessing from above— But jokes aside, if it's not Vincent who is Sparda's babysitter, then it's definitely Griffon. This chicken will deny any attachment he developed towards especially V and Vergil, and then the others. He obv won't pass an opportunity to laugh at your misfortune or make a joke 'bout the situation you got self in, but you can't convince me that despite all the trouble he was dragged into, he didn't enjoy his time with the Co. and given opportunity will choose to remain. But I also wrote this before to our mutual friend, that despite his want to live, he comprehends that he was born from Vergil's nightmares and this is not how he wants to remain. Griffon and others did get attached and he didn't deny it, but THAT was not existence or reminder they wanted to be. Now I'm sad again.

NGL I genuinely sat here for like 30 min and thought who else on my active and archived lists I could potentially stuff in DMC verse. And I'm just a shrug emoji. Not 'cause there's lack of interest, but due to most of my muses being of v niche and limited themes/concepts. So unless we come up with an AU or verse outside our fandoms, I srsly at a loss of who else to offer, 'cause technically I can write literally any of my characters, the problem is setting/verse/circumstance. Especially if we want/plan a prolonged communication and not one-time thread/idea. 'Cause I could also offer Ais to you too or Flamebringer, or Camu, as they do seem like my most universal characters, aside from Vincent.

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Past Records: Ellis & Jude Bonus CG Story

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary.

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Days after the submission of the report on Jude and Ellis by members of the Crown -

Victor: You know why I called you two together, don't you?

Ellis: First assignment for Crown?

Victor: Yes! As expected of Ellis, your ability to understand is a perfect score of 100 points.

Jude: Whether or not I accept depends on the nature of the assignment, though.

Jude: Even if Her Majesty the Queen ordered me to do it, I wouldn't accept an assignment that would be to my detriment.

Jude: I will not kill people unconditionally at the behest of others unless the conditions are satisfactory.

Victor: Ha, I'm well aware that you are that type of person.

Victor: You can wait until you've been briefed before you decide if you're up to the task.

Victor: What about Ellis? Any conditions?

Ellis: My job is to shine shoes, so any mission is fine.

Ellis: If I'm going to kill them, I'd like to kill them at their happiest moment, but I don't think I can say that on a mission.

Ellis: My terms are..... I'd like to at least make sure they don’t suffer, how about it?

Victor: I see. I guess it's possible in some cases that Jude is NG but Ellis is OK. (He didn’t just say NG omg 😭✋🏻)

Victor: Although, I think you will both agree to it this time.

Ellis & Jude: ?

Victor: There was an ex-convict you were taking care of off duty who was trying to make a deal for those drugs, wasn't there?

Victor: His buddies have apparently been released and are plotting to re-offend.  I want you to lure them in and wipe them out.

Ellis: Hmm ..... I didn't know his friends were still around.

Jude: How do we wipe them out….

Victor: I don't care how you do it, as long as you prevent recidivism.

Jude: ……

Victor: Negotiations are concluded, right?

Jude: Yeah, I'll take care of it.

Ellis: I'm good too.

Victor: Good. Okay, then. 

Victor: Loyalty to your evil.

A plume of purple smoke rises from a corner of London Harbor.

Ellis: You should quit smoking. That's what Roger said too.

Jude: It's more convenient to smoke. Kids should shut up.

Ellis: You said you smoke to socialize with a lot of business partners who smoke, but right now you don’t have anyone to socialize with.

Jude: I didn't say I didn't smoke when they weren't around.

Ellis: Jude's "happiest day" is yet to come, and I hope you live a long life.

Suddenly, Ellis broke off.

Immediately after, several men with murderous, bloodshot eyes surrounded the two in the darkness. 

Jude: Why should I live longer for you?

Not caring that he was surrounded, Jude exhaled another cloud of purple smoke without even drawing his weapon. (He’s so badass.)

Ellis: Because, Jude, you hate breaking promises, don't you?

Ellis, still smiling, slowly pulled two knives from his leg sheath.

The moonlight reflects dully on the knife.

Tonight the moon was shining brightly in the clear night sky.

Ellis: The moon is beautiful tonight, too.

Jude: Yeah, I feel like shit.

Ellis: Come to think of it, how should we end up disposing of them? Kill them?

Jude: We're going to hurt him enough to the point of death, and then we're going to restrain them.

Ellis: Copy that.

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Are you the ones who caught my brother with the drugs and beat him to death?

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Were you the ones who went out of their way to tell us to come to the harbor at 25:00? 

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Don't think you'll get out of here alive!

Starting with each of the leaders who jumped out, the men rushed in.

Ellis: I'm sorry, but it's our job to lure you in  and wipe you out.

Ellis: You're the ones who won't make it out alive.

Ellis: Oh, but don't worry, I won't kill you right now.

Ellis: You might be happier to die here, but ..... 

The game was easily settled.

Ellis: Is this all of them?

Jude: The number of people on the list is 13. The number of pieces of trash lying around is 2, 4, 6……..13.

Ellis: All of them.

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: What are you gonna do to us?... Ugh!

Jude sits down on the man's back and the crushed man lets out a muddled scream. 👌🏻 

Jude: What a loud piece of trash.

Jude: Well, it's natural to be concerned about what will happen to you if you lose your bodily freedom.

Jude: I'm going to ask my brothers to help me with the experiment.

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Hic….experiment?

Jude: You may go blind or become a little demented, but you rarely lose your life.

Jude: Compared to the people who were drugged and killed by you, that’s a hell of a lot better isn’t it?

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Hey, hey, please...

Ellis: Poor thing….

Ellis: I need to help Jude be happy, so I can't ….help you. Sorry.

Jude's hand touched the man's forehead, and the man whirled around and lost consciousness.

Ellis: I hope this brings you a little closer to your happiness Jude. 

Ellis: Come to think of it, this was my first mission with you Jude.

Jude: What?

Ellis: It's no different from what you normally do.

Jude: Idiot? Things are different.

Ellis: ?

Jude: Besides the fact that we can torture them, we’ll get paid for the mission.

Ellis: Jude, you look really bad…..

Jude: You're so noisy. If you've got time to waste, throw these guys in the wagon.

Ellis: Yes.

Victor: Hmmm...thanks for the report! From what I've read, it sounds like it was a smooth first mission.

Victor: So you can say that I was a good judge of people!

Jude: Don't look at me, your face is annoying.

Victor: That’s terrible.

Ellis: I'm glad it went well. I think I can handle more missions like this in the future, Victor.

Victor: You guys really are opposites……I think I'll call you the candy and whip duo.

Victor: By the way, as for the "disposal" of the criminal group, it was mentioned that all of them were killed.

Victor: You actually took them in for some kind of interesting research, didn't you?

Jude: !

Ellis: You noticed. How?

Victor: I'll keep that part a secret, I guess. But you don't have to lie in your report. I'm the one who entrusted you with the mission.

Victor: As long as you stay true to your evil, I'm fine with that.

Jude: How much do you know about this?

Victor: I only know what I can see on the surface. You all headed there on foot, but a horse-drawn carriage left the scene.

Victor: I heard that in addition to the Crown Castle, your workplace, and your clients, there is another facility of some kind that you frequent.

Jude: You've got spies all over England, pervert!

Jude: Out of all Crown members, you’re the one I know least about. 

Victor: Haha, that's not true. I’m a simple person.

Ellis: Simple?

Victor: I’m a man who will do anything to protect your freedom.

Victor: But I can't see into your hearts. So I'd be happy to learn more from you in the future.

Victor: I'm talking about your favorite type, your hobbies, your three sizes, and so on!

Ellis: …………….

Jude: I gotta go to work, Ellis.

Victor: Don’t ignore me! That hurts!

Victor: Hehe.

Victor: How very Crown-worthy, aren’t you? I'm so glad you've joined us.

Victor: Hopefully, the crown will shine above your heads as well!

[Master List]