#i just never drew anything hahaha

[wes-laye]

Merry Christmas!! I decided to redraw & update my OC Christmas greeting doodle from 2015😂 If you scroll down far enough on my instagram you can find it like what a blast from the past

[ygodmyy20]

Soft terumob for your Tuesday morning

[mrs-gauche]

So, uhh... what if I posted my own art on here? 👀

[suiana]

yandere! merman who's (unfortunately) a frequent visitor to your front yard.

living on the beach had its ups and downs. being able to witness such a beautiful sight every day and night, no matter the seasons was really amazing. the fact that you worked as a beach lifeguard also meant that you could head to work much more conveniently.

unfortunately that's about as good as the positives get. not with the ever increasing living expenses and your stupidly handsome fish intruder.

he pops up in your backyard every single day. every. SINGLE. day.

at first it was cute and interesting. oh! a gorgeous merman making himself comfortable in your front yard, tail in the water while he lounges on the sand and tries to talk to you.

you gave into him of course. yes, you have met several other merfolk in your time as a lifeguard. yet there was something about him that drew you in. was it the fact that he would constantly break into your front yard and act like he belonged there? or the fact that he had massive tits and there were always just staring at you? you weren't sure.

plus he was also really interesting too! he (coincidentally) had all the same interests as you and (obviously) also knew you in and out! talking to him was just so so enjoyable! he was extremely cuddly, nuzzling into your neck while he mutters words of affirmations that do wonders to your touch starved heart. aw! it's like he likes you or something :)

but it became annoying. he wouldn't leave you no matter how much you tried. in fact, he'd even FORCE you to stay on the beach with him, holding your hand down as he looked at you with the most emotionally manipulative look. lips all pouty and eyes glossed over, tears threatening to spill. the fact that your house was right there too, just a few steps out of reach... it was like he was purposely trying to tease you or something. hello dude, you aren't my boyfriend! you can't keep me here!

you'd think because he was half fish it would mean he wouldn't be able to stay above land for extended periods of time. but boy, you swear you never really see him enter the water. actually, you swear you see him on land more often!

trying to catch him off guard and enter the water is also near impossible too. it's like he has some sort of power or telekinesis or whatnot. you tried faking sleep just to sneak a glance of him off your porch, maybe even seeing him enter the beautiful waters.

nope. what you got was a JUMPSCARE with him staring right back at you, eyes all wide and mouth open, showcasing rows of sharp teeth. you've never tried to see him away again.

you couldn't even bring other people home anymore. not with him flopping around, glaring and hissing at anyone who dared to even glance at you for a second too long. what seemed like a handsome and harmless fishman was now a nuisance and fucking creepy presence in your already dull life.

have i mentioned the fact that you're a lifeguard? yeah, because of his constant hovering (or flopping) around you, you can't even do your job properly. he doesn't even let you go save people that are clearly in need of help! he just scowls and tells the people to stop drowning! muttering about how if they were a better swimmer they wouldn't be in this position in the first place!

like???

oh well, at least he doesn't do anything more than forcing you to talk to him as long as possible, scaring away all potential suitors and just people in general, and staying in your front yard for way too long, right?

um... you might want to look out your window... uh... yeah, new merfolk. oldies? yeah um, they're his parents. he wants you to meet them. like, right now. and he's also wearing some intricate jewellery that he hasn't worn before.

and is that... a ring?

oh. well.

hahaha...

good luck lifeguard! hopefully he (most definitely) isn't trying to marry you! that would be bad! like, super bad! haha!

[niabang]

Peaceful Arguments

Pairings: Bangchan × fem reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You and your boyfriend got into a huge fight and you have a "special" way of reconciling.

Warnings: smut included (Minors dni). Hard dom/possessive chan, angst, angry/makeup sex, bratty sub reader, overstim/edging, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy.) Drew inspiration from Chan's bbl messages if you can tell hahaha.

More under the cut!!

Well, this honeymoon phase ended pretty quickly. How did you and your boyfriend go from finding everything adorable and cute to fighting every now and then?

You could still live with it. It was just the usual couple bickering, and it always ended with you bent over the kitchen counter or squirming under your boyfriend, so a win was a win for you.

But it never got this bad. This time, voices were raised, and insults were bouncing off the walls of your apartment.

"Y/n, I don't have time for this. Just leave me alone." Your boyfriend Chan said standing right in front of you.

"What do you mean you don't have time for this when you started it!?" Why was he pulling the victim card when he instigated this mess?

"What the fuck did I start y/n?" He was really acting innocent.

"Well, for starters, you pulled me out of a party and yelled at me in public, insinuating that i was cheating on you while you were right there? That was so embarrassing. You're being such an immature dick right now." You said.

"I'm immature? How did you expect me to react when you were basically fucking another guy just 10 inches away from me huh? Don't act stupid because I know you aren't." Okay, maybe the dance you shared with your former classmate did get a bit too intimate, but you shut it down once you saw he was getting the wrong idea.

Your boyfriend was kind of (really) overreacting right now.

"Did you just call me stupid?" You asked him cocking an eyebrow.

"Y/n I didn't call you stupid. I said, "Don't act like it." Use your head." Oh, he was actually calling you stupid.

"You're being so fucking dramatic right now Chan. You asked me who he was, and I told you he was a former classmate from high school. I told you that I fucking shut it down when I noticed he was getting the wrong message..."

"You yelled at me in PUBLIC Chan fucking hell I am not a child or your property I'm a grown woman who can think and speak for herself."

"Okay, then y/n go think for yourself into someone else's pants I don't want to have this conversation anymore." There was no way he was being serious.

"You are such an insecure bitch, I hate you so much. I can't stand you." You said.

"Then I'll leave then. Let's talk tomorrow because you're clearly confused." He turned and picked up his car keys from a tiny bowl on the kitchen island and proceeded to the door.

"No. Who said anything about tomorrow? Don't come back till you're ready to accept the fact that you're wrong and apologise to me." He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you.

"Now that's where you have it wrong. I won't be back until YOU apologise to me and cut off all contact with that guy whatshisface..." Wow, so you were both dropping ultimatums now okay.

"He has a name, and it's Brandon." You corrected him, and just at the perfectly wrong timing, you received a call, and it was Brandon. Chan took a look at your phone and laughed.

"Oh fuck off y/n." He walked out and closed the door behind him then you heard his car zoom off.

Good riddance.

You called Brandon back, and the poor guy was only calling to apologise for causing war between you and your boyfriend and even offered to speak to him on your behalf but you told him not to bother.

Not that it would even work. That would only make things worse between you and chan.

You slept it off and woke up the next day expecting to see texts and missed calls from your boyfriend, but you got nothing.

You were a bit hurt because part of you hoped that he would come crawling back, but you couldn't have everything you asked for. Could you?

It was 4 p.m. now, and you had successfully spent your day lazing about and binge watching a crappy sitcom on Netflix.

You missed your boyfriend. You really did, but you had to be strong because you knew you weren't the one in the wrong.

God, you were so pathetic. You hadn't even eaten all day because of a man, and it made you remember how mad he'd get if he realised that you were skipping meals and not taking care of yourself properly.

Life was so sickening without him (it had only been a day).

You decided you were going to make yourself a quick sandwich because you were already dying of heartbreak, and it'd be wrong to add hunger to your struggles.

6:30 p.m., you received a text from Chan saying he was coming over to pick up his stuff and added that you could throw them out if you wanted to.

He was so dramatic. You replied to him with a simple "fine" and turned off your phone.

You were just about to start making your sandwich when you heard a key turn in the lock.

He was here to pick up his stuff.

You were so happy to see him, but you had to keep your cool and act like you weren't because you didn't want to stroke his already inflated ego.

"Am I not going to get a hey or anything?" He said after he had come in and locked the door, but you completely ignored him and kept on eating your sandwich at the kitchen island.

"So you're ignoring me now, huh? You gon do me like that?" You still didn't pay any attention to him and kept munching on your sandwich.

You heard him scoff and watched him find his way into your once shared bedroom.

You shouldn't have looked up at him, though, because now you were horny. Did he really have to wear the grey sweatpants and compression shirt combo today? Of all days?

He was definitely doing this on purpose. He knew what he was doing, but no, you weren't going to give in.

He came out of the bedroom carrying his two suitcases and proceeded to the living area to pack up his console and the other things that accompany it.

You stood up from the chair you were eating on, and you were now leaning backwards with your elbows rested on the kitchen island.

You were watching his every move in silence.

You expected him to just finish packing his stuff and leave, but he stopped halfway, got up, and started walking towards you?

He came closer till there was only an inch of space between you two, and you had to crane your neck upwards to look at him.

"Baby, what are we even doing?" He said and your stomach did a thousand flips.

"I don't know you tell me." You were determined not to fold today.

"What do I have to do to make you come back to me." He sighed and placed his hands on your hips. Fuck.

You placed your hands on his and took them off your hips, and widened the gap between you two a bit.

"Come on." He said in an almost whiny tone.

"Beg me." You didn't even think before you spoke, but that was the smartest thing you had said in a while.

Your boyfriend looked at you unbelievably and scoffed at you like there was no way he was going to do it.

"You can just pack up and leave if you aren't going to do it." You were doing so good.

"Okay, fine, you win." There was no way he was actually agreeing to this.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry for being an insecure and immature boyfriend. I acted like a dick and I was in the wrong but it's been hell without my girl and I miss her so fucking much my heart hurts, my tummy hurts, my head hurts and I can't even think straight it feels like the walls are closing in on me and I'm going to stop breathing at any second..."

"Bro, okay, I accept. Stop being a drama queen." You said half laughing at your boyfriend.

"Does that mean I can kiss you now?" He asked.

"Say, please." Maybe you just wanted to hear him beg a tiny bit more.

"Please y/n can I kiss you, please?" He was surprisingly playing along well.

"Ye-"

You felt his lips on yours before you could even finish your sentence. Oh God, you missed this. You missed him.

You guys were kissing each other so hungrily with tongues gliding in and out of each other's mouths. You could feel his hard on against you and you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you.

Chan bit your lower lip, and you felt him smile against your lips when you let out a moan. He was so damn cocky.

You started to undo the strings to his pants, but when he realised what you were doing, he broke the kiss and moved away from you.

You were slightly (very) confused as to why he did that, and you're pretty sure you whined as he broke contact between you two.

He looked at you up and down and bit his lip.

"When did you get this skirt? Is it new?"

You looked down at what you were wearing and it was even too short to be called a skirt but you were at home so who cares?

"It's not new. I've had it for years, but I stopped wearing it because it got too short." Why were you guys talking about clothes when he could be breaking your back right now?

"I want to be rough with you." Oh, you were so back.

"Then be rough with me." You replied, looking straight into his eyes.

"Fuck." Chan said. Before you could even say anything else, you were being hoisted up onto the kitchen island, and chan went back to devouring your lips.

He went down to your neck with a hunger, and your hands went into his hair. He was definitely leaving marks on your skin.

You were moaning his name uncontrollably, and you guys hadn't even gotten started yet. Maybe absence does really make the heart grow fonder.

He stopped kissing you once again, but this time, he was giving instructions.

"Get down and take off your clothes." You got down immediately and started to comply, but he stopped you when you got to the skirt.

"No, not that. I want to fuck you in it." You died a little at that statement.

"Take off your panties." He said.

"I'm not wearing any." You're a 100% sure you saw his eyes darken at that statement.

"Okay, turn around and rest on the island." You complied without saying a word.

Your cheeks were met with the cold marble and you could feel your ass and pussy completely exposed to him.

You felt chan come closer to you, and you let out a moan when he started to rub his dick in between your folds teasing your entrance.

You thought he was finally going to fill you with his dick but instead, you were met with a hard slap on your ass and you let out the nastiest moan ever.

One slap turned into two, three turned into four, and your cheeks were stained with tears.

Chan gave you no time to collect yourself as he pushed himself inside you and thrusted agonisingly slowly to gain a rhythm.

You started whining from how slow he was going and as if he knew he started pounding into you as fast as he could.

He filled you so well it was like you were two pieces of a puzzle.

He was fucking you so well you were loosing your mind and your stamina.

Chan noticed and used one hand to steady you then continued his assault on your pussy.

You started feeling that familiar feeling in your stomach and you knew you were about to cum.

"Chan, please don't stop." You begged.

He, in fact, did not stop, but just as you were about to reach your high, he pulled out and left you an unsatisfied mess.

"Did you really think it was going to be that easy?" He asked you in the most condescending tone ever.

"You liked it when I acted all weak and nice, huh? Well, it's your turn now." Fuck. You should have known there was a catch.

He smacked your ass once again and your pussy clenched around nothing.

"Not so confident now, are you?" He taunted.

"Chan I'm sorry please just fuck me please." You begged hoping to make things better for yourself.

"What do you want?" He asked you.

"I want to cum chan please make me cum." You whined.

"You'll have to earn it because only good girls get to cum." He said that and went back to destroying your insides.

This man edged you not once but three times.

At this point, you were sobbing uncontrollably, and you were worn out.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" He asked while thrusting in and out of you at the speed of light.

"You Chan." You said through tears.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked.

"You chan." You struggled to get that last one out.

"That's my good girl." He said and finally let you cum. Your release hit you like a brick, and he came right after you, too. You felt so full that you were literally on cloud 9.

Chan lifted you from the island immediately after, turned you to face him, and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Let's not fight anymore, okay?

"Okay." You answered, and he pulled you in for a hug.

You were so back!

You did lie about one thing, though. The makeup sex was too good for you guys to stop fighting.

There were many more fights to come.

[yoursweetestbunny22]

Drew Starkey x reader [social media au]

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[coff-in]

Can I request a dynamic where the reader is the youngest Graves sibling (like a year younger than Ashley) and is objectively the most "normal" of the siblings (before Ashley and Andrew kind of ruin it)?

She's still clingy with her big brother and sister, but she's also happy to make friends outside of them and actively cares about them a lot. The thing is that Andrew forbids her from dating and Ashley scares off a lot of her friends and when quarantine rolls around she's stuck with two older siblings who are obsessed with her and she's not too sure what to do about it, because her siblings really are all she has left now.

Bonus details, I think it would be fun if her relationship with Andrew is bordering on romantic/he has romantic feelings he doesn't admit to but shows (sleeping in the same bed, holding hands) and he dotes on her a lot as the youngest. However, this strains her relationship with Ashley, who is used to having Andrew to herself before the youngest sister was born, but also loves reader (platonically, maybe transitioning to romantically) because she's never done anything but love Ashley unconditionally.

So it's a complicated thing where Ashley's possessive of both but also scared they'll get together and abandon her, Andrew is extra possessive and protective of reader but denies it to hell (as he does), and reader is slowly realizing some things about her siblings that she really should've realized much, much earlier...

notes from coff-in: GRRRR IT'S LIKE YOU LIVE IN MY MIND!!!! oh to have two possessive and obsessive older siblings who love you way more than a normal sibling should, not like i'm complaining, hahaha! i'm sorry these asks are taking so long... i just wanna hang on to all your wonderful asks and daydreaming about them indulgently!! even so, i hope this was to your liking and thank you so much for requesting!!

[fem] reader-insert, [reader] is 1 year younger than ashley, talks/mention of incest, brief NSFW

I love you more than I should...

Andrew and Ashley did not know why their mother thought she should have a second child. Maybe this was an accidental pregnancy.

When [reader] was old enough to walk and talk, Mrs. Graves delegated the responsibility of raising her to Andy, who was around maybe four or five years old at the time. He tried his best to keep them both happy and satisfied, but it was obvious to the keen few that he paid extra attention to his baby sister. Leyley wasn’t used to not having Andy’s full attention on her and expressed her hatred of the new status quo by picking on her little sister.

When [reader] would try to make amends with Leyley for whatever crime she committed, it shocked Leyley. She remembers when she was playing in the forest one day, picking on the bugs in the dirt, and having her little sister [reader] walk up clumsily to her with dug-up flowers in her hand.

“I’m sorry I made you upset, Leyley. Please don’t be mad.” Leyley picked on her less after that and a heated argument with Andy. In fact she tried to hang out with [reader] more often and tried her best to be nicer to her sister. She was someone besides Andy that she could call a friend. It wasn’t uncommon to catch [reader] following her older siblings like a lost puppy, eating lunch and studying with Andy or drawing and playing around with Leyley.

The other kids found it strange how [reader] would willingly hang out with Leyley. She was so normal like Andy was. She was sociable and had friends that she hung out with from time to time… until Leyley drew most of them away. The only ones that stuck around were Julia and Nina. Maybe [reader] knew that they were just using her to get closer to Andy or maybe she believed that they genuinely wanted to be her friends.

Once Nina died [reader] stopped putting herself out as much. She clung much closer to her big siblings and they were happy to dote and comfort her. Leyley made it so that [reader] promised with the blood pact she would never love anyone else but her and their bother.

As they got older, in middle and high school [reader] started to come out of her shell again. She tried to make some new friends but Ashley, again, did her hardest to scare most of them off. 

“What do you need other friends for?” She’d ask [reader] when they see each other during the day, “You have me and Andy! You don’t need anyone else!”

It’s not like Andrew was any better himself. His possessiveness was less visible to others but it was still there. “Ashley’s right, sis. You don’t need to worry about making friends right now.” (God, to be the object of affection between these two <3)

He didn’t like the idea of [reader] dating. He knew it was wrong for him to think of his sister like this, but he didn’t want to share her with anyone else. He’d never admit that he got off on the idea of being her first; her first kiss, her first boyfriend… To avoid the jealousy he knew he’d feel if [reader] dated he simply told her that she wasn’t allowed to do so. Any arguments that [reader] had about him or Ashley dating (mostly about him dating Julia) were casually swept aside with the excuse that he’s older than her.

Ashley doesn’t like Andrew dating Julia. He can’t leave her! Does Julia really think that she’s better because Andrew can fuck her and not Ashley or [reader]?! While Ashley leaves 200 violent voicemails for Julia, [reader] calls Andrew a lot during his time in college to ask if he could come home.

“I miss you.” [reader] would say in that low, pouty voice that’ll tug on Andrew’s heart and make his cheeks red. “Could you come back this weekend to visit?”

And he’d say “Of course.” because he could never deny his little sisters.

Once they’re stuck in quarantine, Andrew and Ashley start showing (or at least then [reader] starts noticing) their more possessive and… weirder nature.

They’re always with [reader] except for when [reader] has to use the restroom. Ashley’s making [reader] do some chore with her or Andrew’s subtly holding [reader] close to him when he’s smoking on the balcony. Ashley would make her teasingly suggestive comments about [reader] and Andrew would immediately shut them down while avoiding looking at [reader] because he does think that they have a merit to them.

Andrew sneaks into [reader]’s bed when the nightmares come and cuddles up to his baby sister. He holds her close in his arms and rests his face on top of her head or in the crook of her neck or on her chest with her chip over his head. He relishes in her warmth and takes deep inhales of her scent to comfort himself. 

Whenever [reader] does chores, he pats her on her head and says that she did a good job and that he’s proud. [reader] insists he praises Ashley too and it makes her heart pound a little faster and harder. 

Skip over to Episode 1 when they break into the cultist apartment, Andrew tries to avoid having [reader] see what’s up. [reader] is reasonably freaked out and upset about having to dismember and EAT a dead guy until Ashley proposes that she’d just starve to death. Andrew argues with Ashley about letting their baby sister starve and would probably insist with Ashley that [reader] should eat the dead cultist.

Ah, this is going to be very lazy of me but I’m going to skip over to the Burial vision scene. In the vision, the siblings see themselves (all three of them) post-coitus, naked and marked up by each other. (Very self-indulgent but [reader] would be placed in the middle of them)

Andrew’s an embarrassed mess because holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! 

He fucks his sisters. He fucks his baby sister, [reader]. He’s as elated as he is scared… she’s not like that. She wouldn’t fuck him. She wouldn’t fuck her older siblings and she wouldn’t want them as much as he wants her… would she?

Ashley’s never really considered [reader] in a romantic light like that, but she doesn’t mind it at all. Having [reader] close to her and Andrew like that brings a warm comfort to her.

With the way the trinket works, [reader] probably wouldn’t be able to see the vision since she can’t touch it when Andrew and Ashley are holding it in their hands. She’d be sleeping on the couch, waking up when she heard Andrew and Ashley yelling about the argument.

I wanna write smut about them having a hot incestuous threesome so badly but I’m losing steam right now. They all confess their feelings about each other and kiss tho. By the time Episode 2 ends [reader] has been sort of worn down by Andrew and Ashley’s weird feelings that she’s like “Yeah I’d fuck my siblings because I love them!”

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coff-in

[cainluvr69]

"Magic To Connect Our Hearts" Cain SSR Card Story - His Charm, Etched on the Page

this story is a continuation of sorts of his affection story as well as containing spoilers for ms2, so keep that in mind if reading!

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A fair amount of time has passed since I first arrived in this world.

Akira: (I want to write something about how Cain is now to follow up what the previous Sage wrote in the Sage's manual. I wonder where Cain is now?)

I wandered through the places the wizards normally gathered, like the dining hall and the courtyard--but where I ended up finding the person I was looking for was the common room.

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Akira: Good afternoon, Cain. So this is where you were.

Cain: Woah. Master Sage?

Arthur: Good afternoon, Master Sage.

Bradley: Yo.

Bradley and Arthur were sharing Cain's table, and they welcomed me as warmly as Cain did. There were cards spread over the table in front of them, and they all had a hand of cards to go with them.

Cain: Did you need me for something?

Akira: I just wanted to talk to you about something. It's not anything important, though, so I don't mind waiting until you guys are done.

Cain: You sure? Well, since you're already here and everything, wanna join us?

Akira: Can I? Thank you.

Arthur: Wonderful. Let's start a new round, then. How does playing Old Maid sound?

Bradley: Old Maid? What are we, five year olds?

Arthur: Oh, should we not? I'd heard they have the same game in the other world, and the rules are fairly simple, so…

Bradley: I didn't say we shouldn't. I'm just sayin' it's kinda freaking lame. There's no excitement, there's not thrill. So here's my idea… <Adnopotensum>

Akira: Woah?! Wh-what's that red liquid…

Bradley: It's made with a fruit that's hot as fire. I think the loser should have to drink this. A good ol' fashioned punishment game.

Cain: Woah, now… If we were getting drunk together that'd be one thing, but we have Lord Arthur and the Sage here, too.

Arthur: Oh, I don't mind. All I need to do is make sure I don't lose. Although it's true that I wouldn't want to subject--

Cain: Naw, the Sage'll join in, yeah? Our valiant leader ain't gonna run away in the face of danger, are they?

Akira: E-eep… I'll do my best…

And with that, our game of Old Maid began. I had Cain on my left and Bradley on my right, so I drew from Bradley's hand and Cain drew from mine. I managed to avoid pulling any queens for the first half of the game, but…

Akira: (Oh jeez, I have the queen! We've entered the final leg of the game, so if things keep going the game's going to end with her in my hand… This is bad…)

Cain: Alright, Master Sage. My turn.

Akira: Ah, right. Here…

Cain: Hmm. Alright, I'll take this one…

Akira: (Oh, that's not the queen…)

Cain: …Nope, I'll take this one instead.

Akira: !! (Did he just change his mind to take the queen instead?)

And so, the game continued…

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Cain: Ow?! Damn, that's spicy!

In the end, it was Cain who lost…and got hit with the penalty.

Bradley: Hahaha! Next time you go to the North, take a sip of this. You'll forget about how goddamn cold it is in half a second.

Cain: Yeah, that sounds about right…

Cain smiled through the pain and put the empty glass back on the table. Next to it was his final hand: he still held the queen, it having never made it to Arthur's side of the table.

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Once our game was over, Arthur excused himself, and Bradley just left.

Akira: Cain… I'm sorry.

Cain: Huh? For what?

Akira: The end of our game. You were able to tell from how I reacted which card was the queen, right? And you took it on purpose. I made you worry…

But when I apologized, Cain grinned mischievously and put a finger to his mouth--don't tell!

Cain: Nah, that was just a bad bit of luck on my part. Sound good?

Akira: …! Thank you. (He's always so kind…)

Cain: Speaking of, before we started playing you said you had something to talk to me about?

Akira: Oh, that's right. I was looking through the Sage's manual again and thinking about updating it, so I wanted to ask if I could interview you again.

Cain Yeah, of course. No problem. I've written some stuff in the Sage's manual you gave me, but… Man, that was rough. I think you're amazing for being able to be so methodical and in-depth about it. But I guess if you don't have anything you want to change, then are you planning on adding more? What do you want to ask?

Akira: What do I want to ask… Well, if there's anything you want to talk about in particular, then--

Owen: Then why not talk about that?

Cain & Akira: Woah?!

Like a curtain being silently pulled back, Owen was suddenly standing before us, smiling wide.

Owen: Hey, Master Sage. Would you like to hear a story of our dear Sir Knight's depravity?

Akira: Depravity…?

Cain: What's this about?

Owen: Haha, you got all tense. So you don't want the Sage to know about it? Say, Master Sage, did you know? The virtuous Sir Knight was waited on hand and foot by women, drowning himself in alcohol and gambling like his life depended on it. I remember it so well. So I'll tell you all about it.

Akira: Umm…

While I stood there speechless, Cain clawed at his hair, nails digging into his scalp, until…he simply sighed, a sound of abject resignation.

Cain: Sorry. I wanted to tell you after the inauguration ceremony, but everything was so hectic, and… No, I'm just making excuses for myself. I didn't know how to approach it, and it would just make me look so pathetic that I didn't want to talk about it. But the truth is that I--

Akira: You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

Cain: Huh…?

Akira: Sorry for interrupting you like that. But I only want to hear things that you want to talk about, Cain. Would it be alright if we saved this conversation for another day, when it's something that you want to bring up on your own?

Cain: Akira…

Cain stood there, blinking at me, and then he laughed, his shoulders sagging weakly.

Cain: Thanks. Like you asked, we'll talk about this another day… One not too far in the future. I'll make sure of it.

Akira: Sounds good.

Owen watched us smile and nod, and he snorted derisively.

Owen: …What's wrong with you two. You're both so boring.

Akira: Oh, Owen--

I blinked and when I opened my eyes, Owen was gone. The words didn't match the hateful tone he'd said them with.

Cain: What was that all about…? Well, whatever. That was an unpleasant type of interruption, but now it's lunchtime. Master Sage, would you like to go into town with me to grab a bite to eat? I've got a cafe I want to take you to.

Akira: Of course. Let's go!

✦✧☾✧✦

Akira: Oh, the coffee smells so good…! And there's so many types of cakes and sandwiches in the display case.

Cain: Good place, yeah? I came here a while back with the rest of the Central wizards and everything we had ruled. What do you want to get?

Akira: Let's see, um… Can I get this sandwich? Oh, but the quiche next to it looks really good, too…

Cain: How about I get the quiche and you get the sandwich, and then we cut 'em both in half and swap? Then we can both eat both.

Akira: Are you sure?

Cain: 'Course I am. I wanted to try this, anyways. Riquet gave it rave reviews. We were gonna try each other's then, but Arthur and Oz were right there…

We chatted about this and that while we ordered…

✦✧☾✧✦

Akira: --and so that's why I'm wanting to write more into the Sage's manual…oh!

Cain: What's up?

Akira: I'm so sorry, we came here so I could interview you but I completely lost track of what we're here for…

Cain: Oh, yeah, you're right… Haha, if I remember right, the last time we tried to do an interview it pretty much ended up like this, too. All we did was chill in my room talking about stuff…

Akira: Ahaha, that's right. Talking with you has always been fun, ever since we first met.

I smiled as I thought back on fond memories, and I straightened up a bit to get myself back on track.

Akira: Let me ask again, then. Is there anything in particular you want me to record in the Sage's manual today?

Cain: Let me think… Man, so much has happened since we first met--the stuff that happened in Western Country included. There's been a lot for me to think about, and a lot for me to feel unsure about, too… I guess in the end what I really want you to write is this.

Cain turned his straightforward gaze to me and smiled.

Cain: You're very important to me.

Akira: …!

Cain: You're open-minded, thoughtful, kind… And every once in a while I get a little glimpse into what lies beneath…but that doesn't make you any less sincere, either. That's what I want you to write. That you've been precious to me since the moment we first met.

Facing that much unvarnished affection head on was just plain embarrassing, but at the same time, my chest felt tight.

Akira: …Thank you so much. Do you think you could write something into your Sage's manual, too? That no matter what you do, or what you think… That I will always love you and your kindness, your generosity, and your cheerfulness.

Cain: Master Sage…

Cain smiled, and his gaze softened. Being looked at like that made me start feeling embarrassed again.

Cain: Gotcha. I'll write it down as soon as we get back. On the cover, in permanent ink.

Akira: Ahaha. Then I'll be sure to find the sparkliest ink I can to write down that I'm precious to you.

The two of us laughed together at our respective jokes. Cain's happiness, playfulness and kindness would be ever engraved in a new page in the Sage's manual--though I had more words to describe him than could fit on just one.

Training Episode: Things I Can Say To You Because It's Now

Cain: Hey, Akira, you're going around interviewing everyone else too, right? There's a lot of us, so you're not stressing yourself out or anything, are you?

Akira: Oh, no, I'm pacing myself step by single step. Other than adding some updated info after what I've already written, I'm asking about things everyone can say now that they couldn't before. Do you have anything you can think of like that, Cain?

Cain: Something I couldn't say before, huh… Mmm, well, I'm the type of person who just says stuff as soon as it pops into my head, so I'm not really coming up with anything off the top of my head.

Akira: I see… …Hm? (Woah?! Over there is…!)

Cain: What's up, Master Sage? Your eyes suddenly grew to the size of dinner plates.

Akira: Umm… Is it okay if I tell you something I can only say right now…?

Cain: You've got something? I mean, sure, but what is it?

Akira: Um… It's something I only just noticed, but… There's a, um, snake in the fountain right behind you. It's a really big one, too.

Cain: … …Are you being for real right now?

Akira: I'm being so for real. It's swimming all slithery-like. I didn't know snakes could swim like that…

Cain: …Alright! Master Sage, let's get out of here. Right now. Sorry, but do you think you could stay with me until we're safely away from that thing? And can you stop me if it looks like I'm going to lose control and cut it to pieces?

Akira: Uh, um, okay…! Let's go, Cain.

Cain: Great. C'mon, snake, don't get any closer… It's for both our sakes…

Akira: (Cain's greatest weakness really is snakes… But now I get to be the one protecting him…!)

[mebumy]

I recently started watching Hunter x Hunter and I couldn't get an Au out of my head!

The Au is this: Ging was ready to take Gon to live with Mito, but he had to stop by some metropolis first for a job. However, Gon got lost somewhere in the crowd of the metropolis, and despite the efforts of Ging and the local authorities, Gon was never found.

This is because Pakunoda, Machi and Phinks had done so, and having not found Gon's father, they weighed the possibility that the boy was lost forever and stayed with him. From then on, Gon began to interact with the troupe in a kind of shared custody (since they were not together often) being trained and living with each of them.

Of course, due to Gon's young age at the time, he would not have participated in the massacre of the Kurta clan.

For this Au, I would have two alternatives: In one of them, Gon would stay with the troupe until the end, actively participating in their plans and even in the attack on York New (Which, due to Gon's sense of loyalty I think is more likely) . In another alternative, he could end up discovering that Ging was alive and he was a hunter just like in canon (Which I think would be more fun :p) . Maybe he would end up wanting to escape the troupe and would do anything to cover up being Kurapika's spider, even removing his tattoo, which is on his left triceps.

What do you think about this Au? I haven't thought about it very deeply and this was just a brain storm, but I want to know how you think this would change things and what would actually happen.

by the way, when I drew this, I didn't know that the spider symbol I had placed was actually the troupe leader symbol, so I apologize hahaha (my cousin told me this)

[dollya-robinprotector]

I'm absolutely in love with your characters and how you draw them! Your dedication is just soooo 🥹🥹🥹 I saw you had other OCs too except the 3 you always show here and I just love how they all have the signature flower with two antennas that's just so adorable! Please keep drawing I love you and your blog so much!!

🍊 anon

🍊 anon?? Do you perhaps know that I love Rin Len or something?? TTOTT)

jk jk, thank you for your interest 🍊 Anon I know which post you're talking about, but I can't find it now. Uhhhh so yeah I never thought I was an OC artist so I can't give you more details, I do have, but they all just stay in my mind ahaha....

But, one thing for sure, is that I'm a design artist, so I often give my children new clothes! Absolutely not because I never remember their original outfits or anything hahaha-

This is something I drew 4 years ago, so no DOL PCs yet, but this is pretty much every other OCs I have created! I "shrank" them and their age to make a family photo, so these are not their original forms.

Feel free to ask me questions if you're interested in any of them!

[authoralexharvey]

INTERVIEW WITH A WRITEBLR — @albatris

Who You Are:

Logan || It/its

Hello! I'm a queer horror novelist and friend to cats from South Australia! I spend my time making art of all sorts, especially relating to my experiences of queerness and psychosis.

What You Write:

What genres do you write in? What age ranges do you write for?

Comedy, fantasy, horror, and sci-fi. Young adult and adult.

What genre would you write in for the rest of your life, if you could? What about that genre appeals to you?

Horror! There's such rich ground to explore in stories of horror and psychosis when you're not an ableist prick about it! There are unique and valuable stories to be told in the overlap here and I'm having a wonderful time weaving my own experiences of schizotypal personality disorder into my horror writing. It's the closest I've come to being able to share my inner world with others :)

What genre/s will you not write unless you HAVE to? What about that genre turns you off?

Historial fiction! I don't have anything against the genre, but it's just not my cup of tea. I'd never feel like I'm nailing the time period due to the sheer amount of nuance and detail that I'd need to have on hand… major props to historical fiction writers, you are stronger and more organised writers than I

Who is your target audience? Do you think anyone outside of that would get anything out of your works?

My target audience ranged from YA to adult, depending on the work in question. I want to speak to primarily people who are feeling disconnected and alone… I guess you could say my target audience is just myself of the past? I'm writing the stuff I needed to read, the stuff that would have made me feel seen and loved and understood. Anyone else is welcome along for the ride though ^.^ I hope others who don't see themselves in my work would catch a glimpse of a different way of understanding the world and be able to empathise and understand, and maybe have a lot of fun with it, too!

What kind of themes do you tend to focus on? What kinds of tropes? What about them appeals to you?

I love all that cheesy goodness about the power of friendship and the human capacity for kindness and connection! My stories, however otherwise horrifying or heavy, tend to come back to these at their core. My works all focus heavily on mental illness, neurodivergence and disability. I also have a soft spot for bendy realities, body horror, paranoia and hiveminds.

What themes or tropes can you not stand? What about them turn you off?

I cannot stand "the whole thing was just a delusion all along! none of it was ever real!" or "ooh they thought it was psychosis but it turns out it was ~magic~! see, our protagonist isn't CRAZY like those actually crazy people!" style plot twists. They're lazy and ableist! In general, I have zero tolerance for anything that demonises psychosis or uses psychosis only as an edgy plot twist.

What are you currently working on? How long have you been working on it?

I have two main projects, "All the Doors are Open", a YA fantasy/horror about the collapse of reality, and "A Rental Car Takes a Left Down Rake Street and Disappears" a paranormal horror about a vampire hivemind. I've been working on some variation of ATDAO for eight years, and Rental Car is a baby by comparison, and was only created last year.

Why do you write? What keeps you writing?

I write for fun! As much as I love to connect with others and allow them a glimpse into my understanding of the world, I primarily write because I just like to have a good time hahaha. It's something I love to dabble in and explore, something I love to wander through, something I keep coming back to over and over. I just feel a pull to it :D

How long have you been writing? What do you think first drew you to it?

I've been writing since I was around six years old! Growing up as a kid with undiagnosed psychosis and delusions, I had a lot of funky weird ideas about reality. I quickly found my reality didn't match with those around me and often turned to fiction writing as a means to express myself in a way others found more "palatable". It's a way for me to open the door to communication!

Where do you get your inspiration from? Is that how you got your inspiration for your current project? If not, where did the inspiration come from?

All kinds of places! Songs, dreams, daydreams, personal experience, conversations… I have a very chaotic brain, I take in a lot of odd information and it all lays the foundation for odd ideas to grow!

What work of yours are you most proud of? Why?

I'm most proud of Rental Car at the moment! It was my first foray into proper full-on horror and my first time writing a specifically schizotypal protagonist like myself, and people have responded with enthusiasm to both! It's become a passion project I really adore and I'm proud of myself for taking the plunge and starting it :D

Have you published anything? Do you want to?

I'd love to publish in the future!

What part of the publishing process most appeals to you? What part least appeals to you?

I'm not sure what appeals to me the most, but marketing appeald to me least hahaha. I'm not really a big presence on social media and I hate promoting myself. I just want to be a hermit. I'm not cut out for marketing myself :P

What part of the writing process most appeals to you? What part is least appealing?

I love editing! I love revision! I love wandering through this little garden I've written and pruning and polishing it. It's my favourite part of the process :D I don't have a least favourite part, at least not off the top of my head.

Do you have a writing process? Do you have an ideal setup? Do you write in pure chaos? Talk about your process a bit.

I have no setup! No schedule! I write when I feel like it and stop the moment I'm not having fun anymore. This has increased my productivity and enjoyment tenfold, as well as improve the quality of my work!

Your Thoughts on Writeblr:

How long have you been a writeblr? What inspired you to join the community?

Around 8 years! I don't remember what initially inspired me to join.

Shout out some of your favorite writeblrs. How did you find them and what made you want to follow them?

@tracle0, a friend and pal, who has some of my favourite worldbuilding of all time and such incredible characters! I've been following them for a long time now and love hearing their thoughts :D

What is your favorite part about writeblr?

I love the creativity and enthusiasm! People have such wonderful brains and I love being able to hear people talk about their work with such passion and adoration!

What do you think writeblr could improve on? How do you think we can go about doing so?

I think… remembering that writeblr itself is not a hivemind! I see a lot of folks lamenting that they feel ignored by "the community" or that the community is dying, and I think a lot of people see writeblr as a huge monolith. It's not! People gotta focus more on finding a few good friends and a handful of works to be genuinely invested in, rather than trying to interact with the whole of the (ginormous!) community, and expecting the whole community to interact with them. Writeblr is a description of a type of blog, and it's incredibly diverse and complicated and broad! You won't vibe with everyone and it's not so much like an official club you join but a shared experience.

How do you contribute to the writeblr community? Do you think you could be doing more?

Man, I'm just vibing. I'm invested in a collection of works I try to keep up with, and I try to keep up with the little circle of writeblrs I'm involved with! Reblogging and getting excited. I'm also often that person who gets bored and goes "heyyyy I'm bored, does anyone have an oc I can draw"… I love doing art for people! Could I be doing more? Probably! But also, I'm not meant to be everything to everyone.

What kinds of posts do you most like to interact with?

I don't have a preference!

What kind of posts do you most like to make?

Rambles, excerpts and art!

Finally, anywhere else online we may be able to find you?

I'm just here, babey! And albatris on NaNoWriMo, too. And I guess if you like you can hit me up for my discord, I help run a small writing server!

[athena-xox]

Okay lots of people don’t like Dizzie (Daring/Lizzie) and say they have no chemistry. Which is fair IN THE TV SERIES. but I’m a wonderlandiful world? Even tho Darings barely in it he still has so much chemistry with Lizzie. Maybe it’s just my theatre kid heart (hahaha) but like they’re so adorable.

AND WHEN LIZZIE KNIGHTED HIM.

Okay minor spoilers for a wonderlandiful world, I’m going to put some of my favourite Dizzie quotes from there.

“Now, kneel.”

Cedar was surprised to see Daring do so without argument.

Through some twist of magic, Lizzie’s butter knife had enlarged with him, now as big as a sword. She picked it up, solemnly touching its flat side to each of Daring’s shoulders.

“I knight you a defender of Wonderland, Sir Daring Charming. Heroic, loyal, fuzzy doom.”

“Yes, exactly like a pirate,” Lizzie said. “I would be much more comfortable speaking with you if you were a pirate.”

Briar put a finger to her chin, considering, and promptly glided to the ground, fast asleep.

“Arrr, Lizzie Hearts! Have ye killed Briar Beauty?” a voice asked from behind.

Daring Charming sauntered up and saluted her. He’d been so accommodating with her pirate request that Lizzie felt certain her mother couldn’t disapprove of their friendship.

“Aren’t you supposed to be racing?” Lizzie asked.

“No rush,” he said. “I always win. Even when I don’t.” He winked at her. “Ahoy, matey.”

“Daring swooped into a royal bow and said, “Be still, my heart! A fair princess has arrived!” And, strangely, he was looking at Lizzie, not Apple. Daring’s complimentary, showy stuff seemed to set the Ever After girls’ lashes aflutter, but Lizzie raised an eyebrow.

“If your heart were still, Mr. Charming,” she said, “then you would be dead.”

“Excuse me?” Daring asked.

“You said ‘be still, my heart,’ thereby commanding your heart to stop beating,” said Lizzie. “If your heart is obedient, I expect you to drop dead at my feet.”

Daring stared at Lizzie. He opened his mouth and seemed surprised when a chuckle escaped it. Lizzie smirked. She didn’t often hear Daring Charming chuckle.”

Off with its head!” shouted Lizzie.

Daring drew his sword with a flash of steel and an equally brilliant flash of a white-toothed smile.

“I’m just the prince for the job,” he said.

Lizzie smiled in surprise that someone was actually taking her seriously.

Daring winked

Lizzie lifted one hand, posing as she had on the amphitheater’s stage. “I

have returned, Boreas, wind-herder, to watch you writhing in the agony of age and death.”

Daring laughed heroically. “What a battle. Bards will sing of my deeds! Or perhaps a pop singer. Do you listen to Katy Fairy?”

“I do not!” Lizzie said grandly. “But I shall listen to her squalling posthaste as you are my friend, and friends recommend music to each other!

The audience gasped. Lizzie smiled. Maybe this strutting-about-a-stage business wasn’t so bad. She glanced at the anxious face of Headmaster Grimm for inspiration and decided to make up a few more lines. “I will not be the daughter who does nothing but watch her wrinkled father writhe with the agony of age and death, your voice slowly becoming more nasal and oddly high-pitched, as if you were being strangled by a possum or a really weak octopus or something.”

Daring pressed his lips together, valiantly attempting to hold back a laugh, and ultimately failing.

Darabella, Darise, Dapple or Farring could never. Also Dizzie technically got the beauty and the beast (well daring as a beast and Lizzie is always obviously beautiful) arc first. Even if it was sadly under developed.

Anyways Shannon Hale obviously ships Dizzie (well probably idk if she’s said anything on the matter) and it’s the best Daring ship. I suppose Kizzie (Kitty x Lizzie) kind of comes close but they just don’t have that romantic tension like her and daring do.

Anyways I think more people should appreciate them.

[gomzdrawfr]

Hey Gomz, hope you've been well :) regarding your recent Alerudy post... You think maybe we can have a tutorial of them too? While you're at it, maybe Price too hehe. Thanks!

hello i know this was asked a long time ago so im so sorry for only tackling this now kasjhaksjdh

before anything, I would like to clarify that I am not a main AleRudy artist, hence I dont draw them very often! So take this tutorial lightheartedly

there's a few notable features that Ale and Rudy have which I compiled it here, this is again, just based on my own interpretation

rudy's hair is sum i struggle a lot tbh hahaha so...i never drew em consistently lol

if my handwritings are hard to read:

ale

More stylish hair

"" eyebrows

big forehead

sharper jawline

darker stache shade

rudy

neater, curl-like hair

x2 moles

square-ish jaw

eyebags

lighter stache shade

now for Price, our beloved peepaw, I decided to just show you the styles I draw him in bcuz this bij is once again, never consistent + some notes

from the left(three styles of Price)

initially or for quick doodle i usually just draw his mutton chop like a bar, it brings the message across and its easy to do

for the next 2, those are my recent doodle i guess? basically just to make his beard more bushy, and for the 3rd one is more so i want to make his hair curly....and messy kinda :] i think its hot LOL

Eyes

yeah so the thing about Price is his eyes are a different shape than the other members (yes im aware they ALL have different eye shape bear with me here), his eyes are more round and shorter, so that's what I like to take note of whenever i draw beeg Price

you can see the red lines that kinda shows the general shape if we compare his eye with Ghost's ones for example

also I tend to draw his eyelid covering like half the eye just for the smexy effects lol

although he aint THAT old yet but i always add the crow feet and eye bags sometimes, more so when i draw non-chibi Price

i hope these are useful for you one way or another! keep doodling and drawing them :] i've been experimenting and trying out more ways to draw Price :D

[evuwus]

I think you deserve so many asks! What's your favorite era of wangxian? (As in, CR lectures era, sunshot era, post-resurrection era, etc.) No need to draw it but I did really enjoy the last sketch you drew! It was a fun way to answer 🙌

Aaa thank you so much!! I love answering asks, so I got really happy when I saw this in my inbox :D My favourite wangxian era has to be post-resurrection but specifically the part where wwx starts to slowly but surely notice his feelings for lwj and panics like the idiot he is.

And lwj just accepts all of his shenanigans (even though they must have been hurtful to him) because he will take anything wwx gives him hahaha. They are just two oblivious idiots in love acting like a married couple while one thinks he is just being played with and teased and the other thinks that his feelings would never be reciprocated due to his poor memory and low self-esteem. Wwx's thoughts of denial at the beginning are outrageous lol .The misunderstanding between wangxian is serious but it is also very funny. (and once again I drew something to answer this ahaha x3 hope you enjoy)

[ninadove]

Nina reads Dracula 🦇

May 8th

Today we pick up where we left off with our good friend Jonathan!!! I hope he’s having a wonderful day!!!

I began to fear as I wrote in this book that I was getting too diffuse; but now I am glad that I went into detail from the first, for there is something so strange about this place and all in it that I cannot but feel uneasy. I wish I were safe out of it, or that I had never come.

:(

If there were any one to talk to I could bear it, but there is no one. I have only the Count to speak with, and he! —

Every day this story reads more and more like a Beauty and the Beast retelling… 🦇🌹

I only slept a few hours when I went to bed, and feeling that I could not sleep any more, got up. I had hung my shaving glass by the window, and was just beginning to shave. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard the Count's voice saying to me, "Good-morning."

JUMPSCARE

I started, for it amazed me that I had not seen him, since the reflection of the glass covered the whole room behind me. In starting I had cut myself slightly, but did not notice it at the moment.

Uh-oh.

When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.

At least buy him dinner fi — oooooh so that’s what all this food was about… got it… carry on…

I drew away, and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifix. It made an instant change in him, for the fury passed so quickly that I could hardly believe that it was ever there.

"Take care," he said, "take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think in this country."

THE CRUCIFIX WORKS MY FRIENDS

"And this is the wretched thing that has done the mischief. It is a foul bauble of man's vanity. Away with it!" and opening the heavy window with one wrench of his terrible hand, he flung out the glass, which was shattered into a thousand pieces on the stones of the courtyard far below. Then he withdrew without a word. It is very annoying, for I do not see how I am to shave —

HOW IS THAT EVEN A TOPIC OF CONCERN RIGHT NOW JONATHAN

The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! […]

But I am not in heart to describe beauty, for when I had seen the view I explored further; doors, doors, doors everywhere, and all locked and bolted. In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit.

The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!

A PRISONER WHO CAN’T EVEN SHAVE!!!!! (and shouldn’t)

Of one thing only am I certain; that it is no use making my ideas known to the Count.

Smart.

[The Count] did not come at once into the library, so I went cautiously to my own room and found him making the bed. This was odd, but only confirmed what I had all along thought—that there were no servants in the house. When later I saw him through the chink of the hinges of the door laying the table in the dining-room, I was assured of it; for if he does himself all these menial offices, surely it is proof that there is no one else to do them.

It’s not his fault his love language is acts of service 🥺

This gave me a fright, for if there is no one else in the castle, it must have been the Count himself who was the driver of the coach that brought me here.

HOLY SHIT I DIDN’T THINK OF THAT

I must be very careful, however, not to awake his suspicion.

May I suggest you STOP WRITING YOUR GODDAMN JOURNAL AND BURN THE WHOLE THING THEN

In his speaking of things and people, and especially of battles, he spoke as if he had been present at them all.

HAHAHA… Haaa…

Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonourable peace;

You would think that, wouldn’t you.

(Mem., this diary seems horribly like the beginning of the "Arabian Nights," for everything has to break off at cockcrow—or like the ghost of Hamlet's father.)

:))))))))))))

Guys… I don’t want to alarm anyone… but I think… I think the Count might be… you know…

… a werewolf…

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[sevi007]

Tales of the Abyss part 33

The drama! The Heartbreak! It's all very emotional these days. Funny considering we started with a sheltered protagonist who never left his palace and who's most exciting moment of the week was probably sword's training.

Lmao Tear XD

He even got the "Friend for Life" title for that!

Yes! because I agree with everything Tear just said! So maybe Guy hated you at some point - hated you or Asch or Fon Fabre House or whatever the heck. Then the Curse Slot shutdown his rational mind and drew on those old feelings. That's all there is to it. They all have grown so much, Guy as well. They are not the same people anymore.

Let's all cheer up and go see the king. I wanted to meet this guy.

Hahaha, you guys must be really good friends XD

I see where you and Kimlasca are coming from but can we focus on the fact that ENTIRE LANDMASSES ARE SINKING please and thank you.

See there we go. (Peony is damn crafty. He might seem like a sunshine boy compared to Jade, but don't think this man is naive or too kind or anything.)

Now let's go pick up our wayward Guy.

Very reassuring!

Oh... Oh! Hod is the place that fell!

Oh well shit

(But that means it was not Asch or Luke, but House Fabre that Guy hated)

Jade... the thing about sharing information with the group.... I have my face buried in my hands,screaming a little.

(It was pointed out to me earlier that Jade is a soldier, and some of this information might be classified. That's true of course. But we have long since passed the point of where it's important to keep classified stuff secret, and instead sharing could help us dodge dangerous situations)

Aw yeah. Now there's something like an equality here. Guy trusted Luke to overcome his issues after Akzeriuth. Luke is now doing the same for Guy. Very nice!

Now stop hurting Luke please. His self-confidence took a hit right there!

But at least we aired out some stuff.

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