#i know yall know by now that i like drawing river

[mono-socke]

Day 12: Data Holograms

[cotc-terminal]

Clash of the Cubes - Challenge THREE

While the elevator goes up, the TV switched back on again. Pulse is in the TV, sat on a seat that vaguely looks like a tree.

“Welcome back, viewers and competitors, to the Clash of the Cubes! You lot are nearing the elevator’s destination, hopefully you haven’t gotten sick by then.”

“Anywho, your next challenge will begin shortly, depending on when the elevators sto-“

The elevators suddenly stop with a loud *CLANG*. They open up to show a river infront of them with chopped-down trees floating near the shore.

“There we go. So your next challenge is a boat race! Unfortunately we haven’t found any boats, so I have the next best thing! Trees!”

“It’s as simple as it sounds. First cube on the end wins. Pushing, shoving, horseplay, ramming & hitting are encouraged. You MAY encounter some obstacles, so better dodge em~. Won’t say how the extra points are achieved, so figure that out bt yourself.”

“Oh, and by the way, to spice things up, I’m giving some extra items for use to each of you based on your placement! Use them wisely.”

The flower-like shapes in military outfits appear again, and hand each Cube a box. Inside the box is...

(ps: your item is on your placement, so if you’re first you get the first item listed, for second you get the second, and so on)

A tissue that just says “Goodluck loser”.

Air.

A stick.

A sandwich that has your name on it. It looks punched.

Flippers.

A life jacket.

A card that says what the secret point criteria is. (Will say in DMs)

An actual boat (and by boat i mean a bowl with no oars or motors).

A rocket boost.

A slingshot.

A Blixer Blaster. (Basically a portable O=[] cannon blixer)

A shield that deflects literally anything back to where it came.

(EXTRA STUFF YOU NEED TO KNOW:)

(around halfway through the course, you’re gonna get shit like buzzsaws, swords, axes, spikes, etc. thrown at you by Nulls from the sidelines, so you better dodge lol)

(Oh and due to the nature of this being a race, some of yall might end up drawing other cubes getting passed by (or run over) so heres a drive with ref sheets)

“Good? Good. Now get on your trees…”

The cubes get on the trees. Some grab on, others sit down on it, etc. (how it’s like is up to you btw)

“And be on your marks…. Get set… Go!”

Pulse fires a gun in the sky, and a current in the river starts pushing the trees to the finish line.

@lumhere @shaidai @orchuris @itzhosya @missmaydae @alionanight @dragongirl2k6 @acn97414 @mahoganystudios830 @pricklythepearcat @blockheadblog @nacora-najita

[yourlittlegoblin]

{Waltzing Under the Stars} Neuvilette x Reader

Yellow yall! This post was inspired by actually a song while I was listening to a while back, and it gave me an idea for a Neuvilette chapter! So anyways I hope you guys enjoy and lmk if you guys have any requests that you want and I'll add them to my que!! Anyways reader is Fem! So I hope you understand and enjoy!!

You and Neuvilette stroll through the quiet, sleeping streets of Fontaine, the city's usual hustle and bustle replaced by the calm silence of the night. The late hour gives everything a peaceful stillness, with only a few scattered souls wandering, the glow of street lamps casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets. A stray cat darts by, its eyes glinting in the darkness, and in the distance, you spot a dog trotting along the edge of the fountain, nose twitching in the cool air.

You rest your hand lightly on Neuvilette's arm, the warmth of his presence grounding you in the serene moment. His quiet smile is enough to make your heart race, despite the tranquil night. The soft hum of the city, almost as if Fontaine itself is sighing with contentment, wraps around you as the stars above shimmer in the velvet sky.

"How do you feel?" Neuvilette asks, his voice low, a gentle curiosity in his tone as he looks down at you.

You smile softly, leaning in a little closer, "I feel at peace. It's nice, just... us, the stars, and the city."

He chuckles, the sound echoing softly in the still air, and his grip on your arm tightens slightly, pulling you just a little closer as you walk. There's no rush, no destination—just the simplicity of being with him in the quiet night. The sound of your footsteps blends with the occasional rustle of a stray leaf carried by the wind.

"You know," he begins, his voice thoughtful, "we should do this more often. Just take time to... be."

You nod, your heart swelling with affection as you gaze up at him, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. "I'd like that."

The two of you continue your walk, the gentle clicking of your shoes against the cobblestones mingling with the distant echoes of the river flowing nearby. The night air is cool but not cold, wrapping around you both like a comforting embrace. Neuvilette’s presence beside you feels like the quiet assurance of someone who understands the value of these small, fleeting moments.

As you walk past the old, stone buildings of Fontaine, the soft glow of the street lamps seems to cast a golden halo around everything—turning even the simplest of objects into something magical. The windows of nearby homes are dark, their curtains drawn, and for a moment, it feels as though you and Neuvilette are the only two people left awake in the world.

You glance up at him, catching a glimpse of his profile under the soft light. His features are calm, composed, but there’s a hint of something more—something unspoken, something that draws you closer. You rest your head against his shoulder for a moment, letting the weight of the day and the stress of your responsibilities slip away with each step.

Neuvilette looks down at you, his expression softening. “You’re quiet,” he observes, his voice as gentle as the breeze. “Is something on your mind?”

You shake your head, smiling up at him. “No. Just... enjoying the peace. It’s rare, isn’t it?”

He chuckles, the sound warm and easy. “Rare, indeed. But we’re here now.”

A stray breeze picks up, sending a swirl of leaves dancing around your feet. You both stop for a moment to watch the quiet spectacle, your fingers brushing together instinctively. The world around you feels suspended, as if time has decided to give you both a break—just for tonight.

"Are you happy?" you ask quietly, the question slipping out before you can second-guess it.

Neuvilette stops walking, turning his gaze down to meet yours. His eyes, reflecting the starlight, are filled with something unreadable for a moment. Then, he smiles—a slow, soft curve of his lips—and it’s enough to make your heart flutter.

"I am," he replies, voice steady and sincere. "Especially now, with you."

The simplicity of his words fills you with warmth, and without thinking, you squeeze his arm a little tighter. The city, with its quiet streets and sleeping buildings, seems to fade into the background as you stand there together. For a brief moment, everything feels perfectly in place—just you, Neuvilette, and the peaceful, starlit night.

The only sound is the distant hum of Fontaine’s gentle pulse, its heartbeat mirroring your own. And for tonight, that’s enough.

As you continue your quiet stroll, a soft melody drifts through the night air, catching your attention. At first, it's just a whisper, barely audible over the gentle breeze. But as you walk a little further, the sound becomes clearer, and you realize it's a couple of late-night musicians—one with a violin, the other on a flute—playing a gentle, romantic tune beneath the glow of a nearby streetlamp. The music flows effortlessly, like something pulled straight from a dream, weaving through the air with a haunting beauty that matches the calm of the night.

You glance up at Neuvilette, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you remark softly, the sound of the instruments almost blending with the rhythm of your own heartbeat.

He nods, his gaze turning toward the musicians. “It is,” he agrees. “They play with such passion, as if the night itself is their stage.”

You stand there for a moment, both of you caught in the beauty of the music, the world outside of this moment fading away as the notes weave their way through the air.

Without a word, Neuvilette suddenly steps in front of you, his expression thoughtful, almost mischievous. His hand extends toward you, elegant and confident, a silent invitation. You look at his hand for a moment, the quiet intensity in his gaze urging you to take it.

Without hesitation, you place your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his touch seep through your skin, grounding you even further in the tranquil night. A soft smile spreads across Neuvilette’s face as he gently pulls you closer, his other hand resting lightly on your waist.

“You’re about to get swept off your feet,” he says, his voice low and teasing, yet with a tender edge that sends a thrill through you.

And then, as if the music was woven just for this moment, he begins to lead you in a slow waltz, his movements graceful and assured. You follow his lead, the rhythm of the violin and flute guiding your every step. The cobblestone street beneath your feet feels distant as you move together, your bodies in perfect harmony. The gentle pressure of his hand against your waist, the soft clasp of your fingers together, the faint rustle of the evening breeze—it all fades into the background as you become lost in the dance.

The night seems to hold its breath as you move through the quiet streets of Fontaine, the glow of the street lamps creating a soft halo around you both. Neuvilette’s gaze is focused entirely on you, his expression soft but intense, as if he’s trying to memorize every moment of this perfect, fleeting time.

“I didn’t expect this,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you move in time with him.

Neuvilette chuckles softly, his grip tightening just enough to reassure you. “Neither did I. But sometimes, the best moments come when we least expect them.”

You lean in slightly, feeling the closeness, the connection, the quiet joy of sharing this simple moment with him. The world around you might be asleep, but for this moment, it feels as though you and Neuvilette are the only ones awake, dancing beneath the stars to the music that has found its way into your hearts.

And as the song comes to a gentle end, you find yourself unwilling to let go, savoring the peace of the night, the beauty of the moment, and the warmth of his hand in yours.

You continue to waltz through the quiet streets, the music from the musicians now nothing more than a soft echo in the background. Time seems to slow down with every step, every turn, as if the world has chosen this one night to pause, to let you and Neuvilette exist only in this moment. The gentle sway of your bodies feels as natural as breathing, and with each movement, the connection between you deepens, something unspoken but undeniable passing between you.

Neuvilette leads you effortlessly, his steps measured and graceful, guiding you through the waltz with a calm confidence. The quiet beauty of Fontaine, bathed in the soft light of the street lamps and the faint glimmer of the stars above, seems to surround you both in a protective cocoon. It’s as if the city, too, is dancing along, caught in the rhythm of the night.

As you move together, the cool air wraps around you, brushing your skin like a gentle caress, and the distant sound of the flute’s delicate notes and the violin’s soothing drawl becomes your soundtrack, each note blending seamlessly with the quiet beat of your heart. There’s a peacefulness here, a rare kind of tranquility that makes you feel as if nothing else matters, that the rest of the world has faded away and you are here, in this moment, with him.

Neuvilette’s gaze never leaves you, his eyes soft yet intense, the corners of his mouth curved in that gentle smile that always seems to be just for you. His hand on your waist feels like a promise, a steady anchor that keeps you grounded despite the fleeting magic of the moment. Every now and then, he glances down at your feet, guiding you through the steps with a quiet assurance.

"I could stay like this forever," you murmur, your voice almost drowned by the soft music and the rustling of leaves in the breeze. It’s a thought you hadn’t realized you needed to say aloud, but now that it’s out there, it feels right.

Neuvilette’s smile deepens, his thumb gently brushing across the back of your hand, sending a shiver through you. “So could I,” he replies, his voice low, like a secret meant only for you.

The minutes stretch into what feels like hours, and yet, you can’t bring yourself to stop. You don’t want to. The world may be asleep, but here, under the soft glow of the stars and the gentle hum of the night, it’s as if everything has come alive just for the two of you.

Eventually, the music begins to fade, the last few notes of the violin and flute hanging in the air like the final breath of a dream. You slow your movements, still holding onto each other, reluctant to break the spell that has woven itself around you. The silence that follows is comforting, not awkward, as you stand there in the middle of the street, surrounded by the night, the stars, and the soft glow of the lamplights.

Neuvilette’s hand gently cups your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek, a soft and tender gesture that sends a rush of warmth through you. His eyes search yours for a moment, the world fading into the background once more. You feel the air between you shift, the space narrowing as he leans in just slightly.

And then, without a word, he closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that feels as natural as breathing. The kiss is gentle at first, tender and full of quiet longing, a shared promise written in the softness of his touch. The cool night air seems to fade as you melt into each other, the quiet beauty of the city, the stars above, and the lingering notes of the song all fading away until it’s just you, Neuvilette, and the warmth of the kiss under the stars.

When you finally pull away, breathless but content, Neuvilette’s smile is soft, his forehead resting against yours. “That,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, “was perfect.”

You smile, heart full, and nod. "It was."

And with the stars watching over you, you both stand there for a while longer, letting the world spin on without you, savoring the peace and the magic of the night, together.

[sexylexy12]

Shadows of the Stars

—The Fanfic for that previous scenario I posted. I hope yall enjoy!—

The night was draped in a canvas of stars, twinkling like diamonds scattered across the deep, dark sky. You and Yuji were sprawled on a blanket laid out on the grassy hill that overlooked the city—a place that had become your secret sanctuary. The faint glow of the moon bathed everything in silver, a serene contrast to the chaos that was about to ensue in your lives.

Back when you two had started dating, everything felt vibrant and alive. The thrill of being the ‘it couple’ at school was intoxicating. You shared lunch, laughter, and the occasional lingering glance that sent butterflies swirling in your stomach. But it was joining the occult club together that tightened the bond even further, drawing you into adventures that felt ripped from a horror novel yet were exhilarating all the same. You and Yuji were inseparable, getting to do something new with the person you loved.

Then there was the incident with Sukuna’s finger—a bizarre chain of events that had shifted the course of your lives forever. One moment, you’d been laughing together about some silly club, and the next, your world had tilted. You weren’t at the school at the time of the incident, and Yuji tried his best to explain it to you, but you couldn’t quite comprehend it. All you had known was that Yuji had been thrust into a world that offered a path that required him to leave you behind. You were still trying to piece together what had happened, the pain in your heart was undeniable.

As the stars shimmered and the night wore on, you lay next to him, stealing glances at the profile of the boy who had claimed your heart. His silky hair caught the moonlight, and his expressive, determined eyes, usually filled with light, now held a shadow of something deeper. You both used to share stories, laughter, and moments of silence that spoke volumes more than words could convey. However, Yuji couldn’t express those emotions with you anymore..you were unsure if it was due to the death of his grandfather or the Sukuna incident. But, you knew he wasn’t the same Yuji you once knew.

You tried to lighten to lighten the mood, telling old stories about your time together.

"Remember when we dared to go ghost hunting in the old library?" you chuckled, leading him through the memory. “You were practically glued to my side!” You attempted to tease and make him smile.

His lips turned up slightly.

"Only because I wanted to impress you!" he said softly. "I can’t show fear when I’m with you."

The night continued to unfold, stories flowing like an unbroken river, until the topics turned softer, deeper. The looming fact that this was your last night together hung in the air like the thick summer humidity, palpable and stifling. You could see the worry etched in his brow, the tension around his mouth—the bittersweet culmination of all that you had shared.

“When I’m gone,” Yuji began, voice barely above a whisper, “I need you to promise me something.”

You turned to him, heart pounding. “Anything.”

“Promise me you won’t forget the fun we had, the adventures, and the laughter.” His eyes searched yours earnestly. “I want you to keep living, keep dreaming. Let our memories fuel your journey. And please never forget me..”

“I promise,” you choked out, fighting back the swirling emotions. “But it’s hard to imagine life without you. But I do know I could never forget you, my first love”

His eyes softened..

“You were a wonderful experience Y/N” And with that, he turned to walk away, the sun had finally started rising and he was forced to leave.

“You were everything, Yuji” you whispered, knowing he wouldn’t hear. You just couldn’t bear leaving him with those final words knowing you may never see him ever again.

[anincompletelist]

six sentence sunday :D

THANK YOU @kiwiana-writes @eusuntgratie @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @captainjunglegym @happiness-of-the-pursuit @littlemisskittentoes @rockyroadkylers @onthewaytosomewhere @iboatedhere @futureseaempress @firenati0n @bigassbowlingballhead @inexplicablymine YOUR WORDS WERE SO LOVELY TODAY I WAS GNAWING ON THEM ALL AFTERNOON <333333

I am officially hard launching this as a wip since it has now been outlined and has taken on a mind of its own and I have fallen in love with the verse and characters and will now be rendered a slave to the doc until it is finished

it is loosely based on the movie 'cha cha real smooth' with several of the plot points changed. enjoy! :D

(also not at all six sentences no one is surprised there are no rules and, as @firenati0n put it so succinctly, life is fake!)

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“That— that was beautiful, Henry,” Alex says eventually, watching Henry’s fingers linger over the keys. “What is it?” 

Henry hums. “Never is a promise. Fiona Apple.” 

He makes a mental note to look it up later and add it to his playlist. Their thighs are nearly touching on the piano bench and the moment feels so tender that Alex almost puts a hand on his shoulder, but narrowly draws himself back. He gets the feeling Henry doesn’t share things like this often. 

“Thank you for playing it for me.” 

“Thank you for listening,” he returns with a small smile. His hands drop to his lap, his fingers latched onto his wedding band as he inclines his chin toward Alex. “May I ask you a question?” 

“Anything.” 

“Why Cha-Cha Slide?” 

Alex scoffs. “Why not the Cha-Cha Slide? It’s a classic.” 

“Something tells me you’re a bit more intentional than that,” Henry murmurs. His blue eyes slide over to meet Alex’s, translucent in the moonlight coming from the open doors to their left, his voice crystal clear as it bounces off of the marble flooring and the grand piano, landing square in Alex’s sternum. 

“There’s a part in the song, right when he says ‘cha-cha real smooth’. It’s a freestyle,” Alex explains quietly, glancing out to where River’s sleeping on the veranda on the opposite side of the curtain. “The part where you get to be like— fuck everything else and do your own thing. I don’t know. I get the feeling you guys don’t get to have a lot of moments like that.”

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[emergency-vehicle]

About Me

Madison | 24 | Vey/Vem, They/Them | AuDHD | Transformers Side Blog | Main Blog: @commandant-queer | Follows come from @stalin-bot

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Welcome to my personal brand of hell!

This blog is dedicated to Transfomers, whether it be the bayverse, Transformers Prime, Transformers One, or any other piece of Transformers media I am about to devour with a fervor that would make even Megatron tremble.

!! THIS BLOG IS NOT SPOILER FREE !!

If you wish to avoid spoilers, I will be tagging them with #spoilers and #TFO spoilers . After a few months of the movie being out, they will no longer be tagged. Just an fyi.

What you can expect from me:

My art journey. While I'm solid in other areas, learning how to draw cybertronians is a beast of its own. be prepared to see the long journey it takes to be decent at it.

Fanfictions. Fanfictions I'm writing and yapping about fanfictions I've read. I am feral and devour media at a pace faster than the speed of light.

Art reblogs. Whether it be funny, cool, or otherwise deemed interesting, its important to take inspiration from other creators. And, just plain fun to share.

Long winded rants about my personal headcanons. You might want to read them, you might not. It'll be mostly queer posting, and projection- as almost all headcanons are. Will be tagged with #headcanon and #[character's name]headcanon

Ships. I will have a ship list further down. It is inevitably going to grow with time. Its important to remember: im an adult and i can ship whatever the hell i want. cringe sets you free. with that in mind, for some of the more toxic ships, their nuance is not lost on me.

sometimes i post 18+ stuff. it's always tagged as NSFW.

Lots and lots of yapping. My personal posts are tagged as #yapping, so block that if you dont want to see it. I just like to talk into the void. If you also enjoy yapping, please for the love of god, join me in the brain rot.

PLEASE INTERACT:

Artists

Requests

Send me headcanons and factoids. I am a sponge, bone dry and ready to soak in everything the fanbase has to offer

Fellow Ratchet/Optimus stans

Fellow Starscream lovers (my rat boy 💕)

Feel free to suggest new media to me!

DO NOT INTERACT:

Zionists (just so you know, Optimus would crush yo ass. From the River to the Sea, motherfuckers 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸)

Conservatives

Any brand of -phobe

Dont come crying to me about hating my ships. I don't care. I've been in fandom spaces for longer than you've probably been alive.

Minors. Nothing against yall, just a lil uncomfy because this blog can be kinda spicy sometimes.

SHIPS! :D

It's a short list, for now. Ships will be tagged as shown on their bulletin point. For quick reference of how I view them:

- [S] Sexual

- [R] Romantic

- [QPP] Queer Platonic Partners

- [T] Toxic

With that out of the way...

Optimus Prime/Ratchet [R] [S] / [QPP] (depends on my mood lol) (my OTP) #optiratch

Megatron/Starscream [T] [S] [R] #megastar

D-16(Megatronus)/Orion Pax [R] #megapax

Bulkhead/Wheeljack [QPP] #bulkjack

Soundwave/Shockwave [R] #wavewave

Breakdown/Knockout [S] [R] #KOBD

Knockout/Starscream [T] [S] #knockscream

Arcee/Cliffjumper [QPP] #cliffcee

Megatron/Soundwave [R] #megasound

Ultra Magnus/Wheeljack [R] [S] #ultrajack

Aaaaaand that's it for now!! I hope you enjoy your stay, and as always...

[dearunreliablenarrator]

Writeblr Interview Tag

thank you, thank you to @sableglass for the tag, you can catch their original post here!

Short stories, novels, or poems?

Novels! Sometimes, I think the ideas i have are too large to stay as short stories or that i couldn't capture what's needed for poems.

What genre do you prefer reading?

I've found myself dabbling a bit more into psycho thrillers now a days, otherwise the toes are buried in sci-fi, romance and the occasional philosophy book.

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

Girls/Guys/Theys', I couldn't plan a thing and stick to it if my life depended on it. I try to do both, just for consistency sake, but I often go off line anyways, but the most important scenes are always written first.

It does make editing a bitch though.

What music do you listen to while writing?

I honestly write in silence (scary i know). Otherwise, Kitchen Nightmares or Hell's Kitchen reruns are on in the back. And unless, I've already curated a playlist for what's being written, there's nothing in these ears but air.

I guess the easy answer is it depends!

Favorite books/movies?

The Menu (2022)/Bottoms (2023)/EEAAO (2022)

Song of Achilles/ A Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires/ Act Your Age, Eve Brown.

Any current WIPs?

Cherries Under the Sun! A new branch of writing for me, I always kinda felt like I had to stick to romance and burnt myself out. So here, we have a exploration of relationships with God and life (in both destructive and favorable manners) and the horrors of which one would go to achieve what they believe to be a righteous way of living.

I don't know...religion makes people do some weird shit in the name of their god and that something I want to explore. Did I mention there are vampires?!

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you what would your standard outfit be?

wide legged pants or leggings, oversized t-shirt and pair of crocs. although, a lot of the time; i'm winnie the poohin' it.

Create a character description of yourself: 

a fluorescent beige girl with copper sister locs, tortie glasses and a slew of patchwork tattoos with facial piercings. of average height, and my clothes probably have a layer of cat hair on them. i'm probably lifting weights or somethings.

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Lol yes, but half of the time its not even on purpose. kid you not, in the first chapter of Where the River Bends, i've actually had a man say that to me; and that was after I wrote it. (might be a soothsayer yall) Quite the experience!

Are you kill happy with your characters?

I have yet to kill anyone, but its in the plans. ugh, its gonna be an old lady. i'm sorry in advance; but yall might not even like her so *shrugs*

Coffee or Tea while writing?

don't shoot me! but i think dr.pepper is the ultimate answer. someone should make a dr.pepper tea. 

it might be too country of me to ask for it to be cold with lots of crushed ice.

Slow or fast writer?

I'd say i have my spurts of fast writing, but i think the slower i write; the more I get out.

Where/who/what do you draw inspiration from?

Real life, i think is the most agreeable answer at the moment. I like people watching or taking my own life experience and stories I've heard over the years and not replicating them but retelling them from my lense on life; which is very...dramatic and mystical to say the least.

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Oh, theres so many options for this...but a cook/pub/tavern owner would be the first thing. I love feeding people and making sure they have a place to get warm food, and it'd be pretty cheap too! Or, house staff to some hoity-toity family, maybe get their son or daughter to fall in love with me so I can get some inheritance...but daddy, i love them kind moment

Most fav book cliche:

nerdy girl gets the jock

Least favorite cliche:

misunderstandings/miscommunication; oh god shoot me now! or the "she's hotter without her glasses" move (9x/10 the glasses are what makes them hot!)

Favorite scene to write?

Lore dumping scenes! They may be long and a little tedious to get through but they give so much insight into the smaller behaviors that characters have.

why does character A pick their nose comfortably in public? cause once upon a time; their grammy said it was okay and it's better than having it hang in there all day with people noticing!

I think my favorite so far though, is Warren and Sabryna's talk after a disastrous dinner. It was something in that moment, that they both really needed. Tough conversations equals great rewards in this case.

Reason for writing?

Cause I can! I mean; I'd really come to hate myself if i didn't let these ideas meet the paper or the keyboard in this matter. I think its very freeing to create something of your own, just getting past what others may think is the hard part.

and yall i cant draw for shit besides doodles so i guess writing is it for me.

no pressure tags below! sorry if you were double tagged! @rumeysawrites @inadequatecowboy @lady-grace-pens @tito-sober @shepardsherd @dyrewrites @goldfinchwrites @caninecomplex

[heca-teaa]

1, 5 and 12 for your Knight-Commanders!

AHH haiiiii thanks for the ask!!

1. Do they think they’ll make it out alive?

Rivers was at first mourning the fact she cannot catch a break, unsure of herself and her ability to lead, keep her companions and army alive, and keep herself alive(ish), but eventually becomes a bit more optimistic.

Laken is a (almost annoying) source of constant, never ending hope, so she thinks everything will be okay in the end no matter what happens.

Yulai knows she’s coming out alive, come hell or high water. She’s survived this much— a stupid war/demon wound isn’t going to phase her.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

5. Do they have a family, if so, what kind? Do they miss them? Do they have hope to see them again?

Strap in

SOOOOOO

Laken and Rivers are related! Laken is River’s great-niece.

But here’s specifics!

Laken has her whole family in the Kenabres area! Her father is a high ranking… soldier… I am unsure what to put him rank wise but he’s up there. She also has her mom, 5 other sisters, grandma and grandpa, and eventually Rivers.

Laken is lucky enough to have her dad with her as kind of an advisor during the campaign, but she really hopes to be able to be with the whole family again.

Rivers doesn’t actually know that her family is in Mendev at all, believing her kin is still in Ustalav, where the family originated from. I imagine she’d eventually get to see them all again though and meet the new additions. So I think she’d also hope to spend time with them and get settled back into being part of the family.

Yulai, I felt bad she didn’t get a doodle little tree so I just drew her and her mom when she was a lil baby :))

Yulai and her mom are Tian-Xia natives. Yulai had a rough background, she and a lot of the members of her village being trapped into slavery. They were smuggled into the Inner Sea Region, which is how she ended up in the area. Her mother was killed by their slavers, so Yulai doesn’t have any family left. Despite her being fairly cold towards most people, she sometimes tries to make connections with other kitsune, like Nenio or Konomi. She doesn’t get very far with Nenio but she and Konomi get along.

PHEW I did it

There

Some backstory + family for you! Onto the nexttttt

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12: What’s their alignment and why? How to they feel about it? Do they change alignment at one point?

Rivers is Lawful Good! She believes the law/rules should be upheld but also should benefit the people that are under said laws. Rivers doesn’t change her alignment, being fairly steadfast in her ideals.

Laken is Chaotic Good! She wants to make her world a better place while also having fun doing it. So she’s a little chaotic in her decision making and actions, but she means well and has good intentions. She also doesn’t change alignment.

Yulai is Lawful Evil! Like Rivers, she wants things to be upheld to a standard— her standard. She doesn’t mind doing whatever she needs to do in order to get her way and run things the way she sees fit. Yulai has moments of empathy or remorse (usually accompanied by the spirit of her mother) that cause her to lean a bit, but it’s usually right back to her usual self.

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WaHhh I did it thank you guys for forcing me to finally talk about my bbs!! If something doesn’t make total sense or I have some mistakes/run on sentences I’m srry, it’s late and I’m vry excited/nervous about sharing my stories hehe

Feel free to drop me questions too if you’re curious— now yall got me yappin 🫶 I’m still writing up my masterpost + drawing everything for it so they’ll also have bgs there!

[teethkid67]

hmmm I saw "send specific art requests" so I think it would be Cool to see the gang in lmanburg and what you sort of visualize lmanburg as as like,,,,a house. also good luck with graduation 👍

honestly most bp houses originate in my mind as mobile homes. lmanburg is a bit more foundational but it still has that sort of Long Rectangle shape . living room leads into kitchen (with a little table) and then the back of the house is this long hallway, two bedrooms branching off, and a bathroom at the very end . mentally it is similar to my family's old expandable camper in terms of aesthetic ... wooden paneling, cream paint, old stripey upholstery... idk. if yall know the roomhole (heavensinterior) blog a lot of it is similar to that . also heavily inspired by the houses of various extended family members

fundy sleeps in the twin, wilbur and tommy share the queen, tubbo takes the couch . manberg era fundy and & tubbo's sleeping arrangements stay the same but schlatt and q are in the queen now

this also made me think How would i interpret the lmanburg coat in a modern context... given bps general setting id say theres a lot of Scraping to get by and that includes shitty second-hand clothes... some sort of horrible slogan i think or a logo or something im not sure. probably retcon at some point but i was sitting there thinking how can i get the "white w golden stripes" across without it looking strange?? could also be that after they start getting into little spats with dream they literally make a stupid uniform (tie-dye or acrylic paint or something) but for now it can be a little silly hoodie for chommy maybe stolen from someone else .

bonus misc outfit drawings and tiny pipsqueaks doodle of wil&tommy in a river thumbs up

[lets-make-a-thing]

Update and notes

I feel like our project is coming along nicely. So nice that I'm actively fighting the urge to daydream about the storyline and characters pretty often 😂👍

I see the results from the last poll. Custom species it is. We'll get around to naming them and figuring out their features soon. Yes, a vampire will still be a vampire. If we were to make it a custom species, we would need to make some changes to the regular rules and maybe/maybe-not change the name (For example, they could suck water instead of blood (oddly enough, i think this is more lethal?), or maybe they actually love garlic and spices. I dunno yet, we'll see lol)

One other thing I want to write here also. I feel like naming magic simply "magic" in the Vehlur proj is a bit stock and it doesn't feel right in my opinion. We can figure out a different name for it soon also.

But essentially it is the same thing as described in previous posts. I feel like the properties of vehlur magic could additionally be described as similar to electricity. It can be routed and used for electronics. It is a property/product of nature and if you abuse it or do something the wrong way, just like if you touch a hot flame or stick a fork in a socket, there would be consequence. Would have to think about what different levels of magic does to different creatures. Maybe this could be implemented in a kooky theorist professor character from the school arc that yall voted on?

I wonder if magic could be based on vibration. I remember learning in middle school about quarks or something, that even the tiniest part of an atom moves. Forgive me, passionate science people, cause i know im gonna get a bunch of sciency stuff wrong. I'm writing at 3am and don't feel like doing research for 3½hrs haha.

If magic was based on vibration, you could theoretically turn a pile of dirt and other things into gold. Like alchemy or something. But you'd probably set off an atom bomb too since it's breaking and fusing the bonds between molecules.... haha idk let's just chalk that up to fiction and the theoretical properties of fantasy magic...

Anyway. I've got an aesthetic for the proj in mind based on what you guys have voted for. Of course things can change with time, so I'm open to switching things up if the voting calls for it.

As a personal note to myself, we also need to finish the character backstories. I think to make it easier, I might postpone the antagonist backstories and have you guys vote on the Antagonist's Motives For Being The Bad Guys part. That should make it easier to brainstorm.

Didn't get too much interaction with the backstory polls either, so I'll also rethink the formatting. Probably that you guys will choose from some backstories that I think up.

Still working on the map. Dunno when that will be finished, but the posts have a good framework. Are our floating islands mobile or immobile? Will ask that soon.

I remember the poll about how the magic society works. I also made a post about some careers in magic. I wanna rethink and brainstorm the magic related careers, but to do so I must ask you all about world building.

The exciting part. Worldbuilding! Been very inspired lately, which is great but also sucks because I'm still learning how to draw environments. For now, you'll probably have to deal with my written descriptions of places and geography and things. I've been wondering for weeks now how bodies of water would work on floating islands. What if a river falls off the island? Does physics physic, or is this influenced by the floating island aspect? Do floating islands have their personal gravity, or is something else holding them up? Or how does the ocean work? This is so exciting to think about, but I wanna hear your thoughts. We'll vote on this sometime.

These world building will primarily be intended to have cultures that do not exist in real life. Of course, especially because fantasy genre. But do not be surprised if something correlates with an existing culture, as there is nothing new under the sun.

Thanks for reading the post. No new polls yet, sorry! Finals week is coming fast, so not much time. Might upload something over Thanksgiving break, but not sure yet.

Happy holidays! 😁

@lets-make-a-thing @rens-w0rld @uniheart1

[arry-katt310]

Next is Harmony Meyer.

She's one of my favorite OCs. She's the daughter of Jason the toymaker and an OC named Shelia.

She's the quiet type, but can fck you up. Only if she has a reason. Which she finds it very hard to find reasons to hurt ppl.

She was raised in complete isolation bc her mother was kidnapped like right after she gave birth, so Jason became the world's most overprotective father of all history. She was raised by Jason's wax doll, Miranda, who had 5 younger siblings when she was alive, most of her life. Years have gone by and the only way she could entertain herself was reading. Jason had a large selection of books, so Harmony read them all the time. Miranda taught her the basics of math, reading, etc, but Harmony taught herself everything else. She's probably my most intelligent OC I created. There's never a book that doesn't spark her interest. That actually leads to how good she is at thinking on the spot. She's incredibly dangerous if she wants to be (that's never, so yall are safe)

Most of her life, she was forced indoors and never thought of going outside.

Since her mother was very close to Killian and Julius @sanityshorror, Killian felt as if he was entitled to knowing Harmony and being there for some of her life, something Jason never allowed. Jason didn't let Killian see Harmony bc he was so scared that she'd get hurt in his care, so Killian wasn't allowed to see her.

Even after Shelia was found and brought home, Jason was still the world's most overprotective father. Especially after he found put about the twins.

After a while, Jason let her see the slender mansion, after which, she meets Benni, the son of Slenderman and now he's Harmonys only friend.

Name: Harmony Annalise Meyer

Birthday: April 1st 2010

Blood ties:

Jason Meyer - father

Shelia Meyer - mother

River and Forrest - younger half brothers; her mother was r@ped to cause her to have a set of twins

Friends:

The "Slenderverse"

Hellcrew @sanityshorror @scarfaxia @gracilissart

Likes:

Her animals: Chaz- her cat, Pebbles- her pet hermit; Jason realized that she was very lonely growing up so he gave her Chaz and she just found Pebbles on the boardwalk of the theme park her father's toyshop is located in

Fluffy items

READING; always has her nose in a book.

Drawing from time to time

Japanese culture; Benni introduced her to Anime, and she's obsessed

Reading Killian's books

Tea

Cooking/baking

Listening to music; if someone she doesn't like is in the room, she tunes them out with music

Spending time with her parents

Toymaking; Jason has taught her and enjoys to see her enjoy it as much as him

Thunderstorms; finds them relaxing

Dislikes:

Cold weather

Juliette forcing her to try on dresses

Juliette in general ���; Juliette's very chaotic and hard to communicate with

Loud noises; she jumps if there's a loud noise but somehow pouring rain and cracking thunder is okay

Spicy foods

Oversexualized items

People being affectionate around her

Being away from her dad; severe social anxiety due to being isolated her whole life

Knowing what happened to her mom

Rock music; finds it hard to listen to

Her father gaslighting her to make her believe everything is OK and that she shouldn't worry about anything

Noticeable features:

Large scar going from her shoulder to her wrist on her left arm; Jason doesn't know about this

The same markings on Jason's face are on hers as well

Looks mostly like her dad

Her hair turns white when angry, black when she's anxious, if you ever see both colors in her hair at once, run as far as you possibly can in the opposite direction

Bites on her hands when she's anxious

Personality:

Incredibly intelligent

Quick thinker

Logical

Sweet

Shy

Introvert

Worried

Anxious

Abilities:

It's very hard to determine what exactly she can do, but what we know is telekinesis, and witchcraft capabilities. She also seems to have her own way with animals.

Weaknesses:

Anxiety

Her bipolar

Her powers are too much for her to handle

[ask-iamnotanalicorn]

Hey gang! River Babble here! [Insert obligatory “Im not dead” reassurance.] Some quick updates for yall who are still hanging around (thanks you’re awesome!):

Yes, I do plan to continue IANAA someday (AND DO ALL THE PATREON CAMEOS IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT YOU GUYS) No, I still don’t have that day nailed down, although I have slowly started finding excuses to draw Sales and the gang again, which is a step in the right direction!

My cat Shuri is COMPLETELY healed AND all her fur grew back on the shave site!

I have an editing job and a HOUSE now! Which I am currently not staying in because freakin MOLD likely caused by a leak in the basement gave me a rash and I had to flee until I can get the issue fixed. (I am fine! My parents lent me a guest room and I have medicine! And I work from a laptop, so that’s easy to accomodate.)

On those notes, because I’m in the mood to draw MLP and because it’s a nice way to recoup a little of the bills related to the annoying mold issue, I am currently open for commissions! Just character sketches or inked lineart right now, as I don’t have the bandwidth to color on my laptop or do backgrounds. I offered on my Discord first, but I wanted to share it here, too, in case anyone else wanted a shot at a slot. :) PM me if interested!

Pricing: $10 for sketches, $20 for inked, $5-$10 extra for props or fancy outfits, depending on complexity. A second character in the same scene gets a $5 discount, so long as they are interacting.

Here’s a couple I’ve finished so far!

Wisteria Wound the pumpkin bat belongs to johndoestudios!

Inspired by my Wasteland Timeline where Salespitch’s dad Sales Patter broke his horn, @reversal-mushroom wanted to see what Sales Patter would look like in Tempest’s role and Storm King armor. I must say this was fun to draw and I rather think he pulls it off. :D

That’s all for the moment! Hope you all are safe and well and know that Jesus loves you. Talk to you soon!

~River Babble

[bitchkay]

A faithful encounter♡

~Lance Ira

CW: Lance being anti social but a sweetheart, self indulgent asf based on this matchup♡

Word count: 1116

Rating: General consumption

Note: yall I think I might be in love with Lance😳😳

"Hold still hehe"

Robin posed in various ways as I sat on a rock by a small river in the forest. The running water was as calming as the wind blowing through the trees. A sketch pad sat on my lap as I drew Robin's furry body sitting atop a tree stump.

Reaching into my bag I drew out colored pencils adding additional detail to the drawing. Immersed in my work I didn't realize Robin had moved from the stump, he looked over at my sketchbook almost perched on my head as he flew above me.

"Woah, how'd you get up there, wanna see?" I said taking my cat in my arms holding the sketch out in front of him.

"Wow! Milady is so very talented!" Robin beamed, flapping his little wings.

"You like it that much? I can hang it up in our room when I'm done," I said cuddling into him.

Unhanding him I returned to my drawing as Robin played about the trees where I could see him. After some time the sky turned orange and Robin napped at the foot of the rock I sat on.

I heard the crack of a twig beneath heavy footfalls.

I froze slightly before carefully putting away my things in my bag.

Footsteps continued to approach. Fortunately it didn't sound like an animal of any sort, not that I'm particularly fond of human interaction either. Picking up a dosing Robin I turned around.

"Oi."

'Crap!'

A man stood a little ways away, at the entrance of the clearing I'd found.

"Why do you loiter? Night will soon fall."

Petting Robin for comfort I swallowed the lump in my throat before answering.

".. seemed like a nice place to draw, must've lost track of time."

"Draw?"

'Please don't ask to see, please don't ask to see, please don't–'

"It would do you better to be indoors, it's dangerous at night," he said, turning around urging me to follow.

Pausing a moment to process this I stood from the rock before hurrying behind him.

"Milady…?" a tired Robin said, waking up in my arms.

"It's okay, we're going home, you can sleep longer," I said softly, petting his fur.

The man leading us away glanced back at our interaction. I could've sworn I saw a look of fondness for a split second.

Silently walking us back to the dorms, the sky soon turned dark, the outdoor lanterns on as we arrived.

I turned to face the man as he began his descent in the other direction.

"Thank you…" I doubt he heard that but he's much too far now.

I didn't even catch his name.

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The following day I sat in my C rank lecture doodling in my book waiting for the professor to start. The lecture hall seemed to occupy more seats than usual making the room look full. Even the seats where I sat at the back were slowly filling up.

'Is this supposed to be a joint lecture I didn't know about?'

My thoughts wandered as seats filled up one by one. I continued doodling in my book as idle chatter filled the once empty room.

'Maybe this lecture is mandatory for all C ranks so everyone has to be here? That's gonna be it, some of these faces are familiar.'

The professor announced he was about to begin and the room died down as everyone took their seats.

"Look who decided to show up."

The creaking of the old door was more noticeable now than ever as someone walked in.

'No way! He's a C rank?! I've never seen him in lectures before!'

"Prince Lance Ira, kind of you to join us, sit down now so we can begin"

'Lance… so that's his name..'

'Wait, did he say Prince?!'

As alarm decorated my features Lance paid the professor no mind now walking in my direction.

'Whys he coming over here?! Is he gonna talk to me? Confront me? Maybe it's about last night? What if he has a fan club like the other princes, I don't need 7 times the death glares coming my way?! What if-'

He plopped down in the chair next to me slouching in his seat. Averting my eyes I'm suddenly much more aware of our surroundings.

'Oh right the lecture hall is full, there's nowhere else he can sit..'

Suddenly feeling the need to sit up straighter I closed my book trying to focus on what the professor was saying despite my mind running rabid about the situation I know I find myself in.

'Is he looking at me? Wait, do I look okay? Why am I so worried?'

Stealing a glance at the bored looking man I can make out his features.

'Gosh he's easy on the eyes… Stop it! You're in class, no fawning over insanely attractive people!'

Scolding myself in my head I duck my head looking at my book. Retrieving my pencil I open it back up to a blank page seeking to distract myself from my wild thoughts.

What seems like not a lot of time passes as I draw half listening before I hear the professor inform us class has ended and we are dismissed. Accidentally dropping my eraser I bend down to retrieve it at my feet.

"Oh stars…"

"What!"

Startled, I bump my head on the desk before sitting upright. There I see Lance looking over at my book where an intricately detailed drawing of him sat on the white paper.

"This is-"

"It's nothing! I was just doodling- I'm not a stalker or anything, you were right there, I was nervous–" I slammed the book closed, hiding it behind my back as I rambled on.

"It's amazing."

"And I- …what?" Taken out of my panicked state by the unexpected compliment I feel my cheeks start getting hot.

Now standing right in front of him I noticed our height difference. I'm not short by any means but beneath his look of awe from my drawing I can't help but feel a bit flustered.

"Your drawing is really good. Far more than just a doodle in my opinion."

He looked at me with seriousness in his eyes, I blinked at a loss for what to do now.

"Um… thank you… and uh thank you for walking me home last night.."

"Think nothing of it."

I relaxed just a bit feeling no sense of danger from him but still nervous nonetheless being in front of such an attractive man.

'This man is straight up gorgeous… Wait no! Come on, brain work with me here!'

"What's your name?"

©bitchkay.tumblr.com

And then we fell in love.

And got married.

And had lots of sex.

[sm-baby]

Blue stones

Yall know what time of year it is! Its ficlet time! ficlet time! I am really tired... Talking about noob years yesterday put me in a whole mood...Yes It’s also lore time.  Yes I will draw this sometime soon... I’m gonna go take a nap my back hurts

bye bye.

I'm gonna go pass out now

Word count: 1,497

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Steve was in the river, raindrops bleakly pouring from the heavens, down to the water that barely reached his knees. For what reason did he decide to take a soak in such weather? Surely he'd catch a cold or some sort of disease in the rain. Steve did not care. He was a man on a mission. Such is the way of the Steve.

In his arms, he had pebbles. Each differently shaped, and each differently colored. He had a handful. And he's not even done. At that point, the determined player was swimming further into the water to look for more. The further he was from the surface the more the sound of rain muffled. his blocky little feet peddled deeper into the darkness.

Nothing of use. Only blue shiny things. truly useless.

Steve liked how light he felt in the water. He could swim under and pretend like he was some sort of ocean.. predator. But of course, there is no such thing. Seas and oceans as far as he knows are filled with nothing but mud and liquid. Steve did not care. He was having fun. He closed his eyes a little while after a few seconds of playing. Slipping into deep thought underwater.

His friend, Alex, was just preparing a meal for both of them in a shelter just around the corner. AKA, Stones that generated themselves to a slope in a shape of a roof. Alex always made the best of meals. In fact, she was the one who discovered the "furnace" not too long ago. Steve's stomach has never been happier ever since she came along. Sure, Steve was one to be a good survivor, but Alex was the one to make him feel like he was cared for. Steve feels as if there was nothing he can do to express the amount of appreciation he has for the blond. His face softened at the thought of the freckled beauty. He thought that could do better. Hopefully, the pebbles can suffice in the meantime.

The brunette huffed. He wished he could stay in the water for longer. Curse his adorable little human body! He was running out of bubbles. On the way back, just as the water was the same level as his chest, he felt something brush his feet. Something strange. it was too dense to be sand or dirt, and it was too soft to be any kind of rock that he's ever heard of.

Unless it was a soft rock.

...Does Alex like soft rocks?

...

He thought he'd check it out just in case she did...

Steve stared into the water. He was pretty high on the surface but anything below water seemed to be too dark to see. It could be the rain or bleak weather...the sky was getting grayer than when he got there. Not quite pitch-black darkness, but thunderstorms had started to settle in. It made it hard to see compared to the-- almost calm showers from earlier that day. He did not care.

His fingers lightly trailed the sand. He was expecting to pick something up when he felt a strong grip pulling on his wrist--holding on to dear life. Steve stumbled forward as, what he assumed was a hand, tried dragging him down. He had to let go of the pebbles; a split second of sadness washed over him as the adrenaline continued. With the second hand, he tried to pull off whatever had a hold of him. He didn't know what it was. but whatever it could be, its grip only tightened. He pulled out a stone sword and stabbed it. Even tried slitting it, severing it if he had to. But before he could do anything more, he felt it dig its claws on him as the blood started staining the water.

he was completely dragged under. Upon opening his eyes to see what was happening, He came faced with a man half-buried under the sand. He looked exactly like him. His eyes shut, seemingly only being able to see with his hands. his mouth open, inhaling nothing but the water.

Adrenaline still present, The man was forcefully pulled out from the burial. Steve somehow managed to keep the stranger's head above the water. He tried to support him; arms intertwined, hands on each other's shoulders to keep him from sinking back down. While occasionally supporting his neck to keep his head up. Once the man in the white coat found consciousness, he coughed up so much blood and water, his lungs must have been completely filled. The man's bleeding palm stained Steve's white gown. Steve did not care.

The man wore all white. Sleeves reaching to the wrist, wearing a garment with an opening in the middle. he noticed other pieces of cloth inside! What a weird gown this man was wearing... He'd never seen anything like him. Steve would ask more questions if It weren't for the fact that the man was depending on him to breathe.

His attention was taken when the coughing started slowing down. Gasps of air were actually being taken. In the middle of trying to catch his breath, the man looked up at the figure in front of him. Steve blinked. They saw each other face to face; the player's wide yet soft eyes met with the man's beaming white. The look on Steve's face was a soft confusion, blinking with a hint of shock. Meanwhile, the man was ultimately more expressive than him.

The man had a look of terror and disgust on his face, frozen, while still trying to steady his breath. As if he had just realized something... or he wasn't fully believing what he was seeing. A few seconds later, the man started erratically looking around to see where he was. his soaked clothing, the pain, the rain pouring on his head, the water, the pain, the trees surrounding the river, the cold wind, the pain, the clouds, the muffled thunder, the gray weather, the pain, the numbness, his shaking, his injury, the pain, the pain, the pain-

He looked forward again.

And back up at Steve.

...The pain itself wasn't the thing that scared him... It was what it insinuated...

"No." He Whispered.

"No. No. No, No, No! NO! NO! NONONONONONONONONO!" his voice intensified as he tried to pull away from Steve. But whenever Steve tried to give him space, he would just sink back down. Like an injured bird trying to take flight. The man didn't even seem to notice how cold or numb his legs were under the water. Even if he did, that wasn't what he was worried about. He turned his head to look behind him, horrified to see that there was nothing there. While he was still in a panic, Steve held on to him. The stranger seemed too weak to keep himself up let alone walk.

Steve was shocked to hear him speak. But as the man went on, Steve felt an angry sob from his voice. "Player 1, Go away!" he screamed. His voice dying out, barely getting a word in. "Let me-- Let m-me go!" The man started hitting and shoving him. Neither did any damage due to his weakened body. Steve only looking down at him, almost with a sad look "I'm not like you!" he breathed "I'm nothing like you! I'll never be-- like you!". Steve didn't have the heart to let him go.

At some point the man gave up, Too overwhelmed to do anything. His head felt tight and he started shielding it with his hands. Steve couldn't see his face; most of what he heard was angry growling. But he couldn't help but suspect some suppressed sobs somewhere there.

Alex ran from around the corner upon hearing the screaming, feet gliding against the sand. Her adrenaline slowly disappearing upon seeing the ...unusual sight she saw her friend in. Steve didn't seem to see the blonde yet, his eyes were fixated on the now unconscious man in his arms.

Unable to speak, She whistled to get his attention, followed by a couple of claps.

Once Steve turned his head toward her, she signed.

"[Are you okay?]"

Unable to sign back, Steve Nodded.

"[Do You Need Help?]"

Steve Nodded again.

"[Is It Dangerous?]"

Steve took a bit to answer, but he ultimately shook his head. He was not worried about being hurt by the individual. Rather just... needing help with carrying him back from the water.

The rain wasn't as heavy at that point. the clouds were still bleak and the sky had dimmed. Alex walked into the river with him, her gown gracefully flowing in the water behind her. Alex tried supporting his body as they carried him out of the water. In the middle of it, she noticed the slit on his hand. She turned to Steve but ultimately formed no opinion. The wound was surprisingly deep... It won't be a while until it's healed again.

[inyourfantasyfanfics]

Hello I am back :) Could you do headcanons on a camping trip with the Crusader group? (technically they do camp a lot already, just in a desert and with no supplies haha)

Platonic! Crusaders x Gn Readers

so I made this platonic and gn like your last request because I wasn't too sure I hope you like this! also I would LOVE to go camping with them.

All canon goes out the window except for the characters for this one, lets say y’all are going camping in the forest ( i live in the forest)

First things first, it’d be extremely hard to get all of them together for a camping trip if I’m honest with you

Joseph and Avdol would be the most receptive to going camping with you the others would take some work to get. 

First, bribe iggy if you want him to go and he probably would! 

Polnareff doesn’t really like the lack of civilization and pleasantries but he would go if you even slightly pouted and gave him puppy eyes if you are younger than him he’d probably see you as a younger sibling and would do almost anything you say.  

Next is Kakyoin he’s probably more interested in studying, and games to actually want to go into the forest for a weekend or more. But with the promise of beautiful nature that he could draw he reluctantly agrees 

The hardest would be Jotaro. He doesn’t want to be around anyone for that length of time. He’s also probably the second most wrapped around your finger next to Polnareff which is surprising. You’re honestly convinced that he won’t go, even though you gave him puppy eyes and even bribed him… and he was planning on not going till he saw every one

It was like a couple of hours before you guys were leaving as you were packing everything into a car Jotatro out of nowhere just loads his own things into it and helps with the other supplies. You almost wanted to say something but you decided to save him the embarrassment. Polnareff wasn’t as kind.

The gang drove for a good while before you stopped at a gas station and got snacks while the old man filled the tank, you, kak, and Jotaro were in one aisle arguing about what snacks would suffice for everyone till Gigi finally came in and reminded you all to get anything… the dudes has a shit ton of money he can get you all a good amount of snacks-

Kakyoin in a car sleeper, he’ll be awake for maybe 30 min before he passes out give or take so if you choose to sit next to him you are a pillow. 

On the other hand, Jotaro never sleeps in the car even if his eyes are closed, he has too much anxiety.

Polnareff gets carsick i feel it.

OKAY, you finally get to a campsite!

Let’s go with tent camping!

You and Kakyoin get the job of clearing any rocks or sticks in the sight and securing your food and perishables in the car.

Polnareff and Avdol are paired and Joot and Gigi are paired to get the tent(s) set up they are fighting and bickering at each other the whole time it’s free reality t.v. 

I think yall would get one of those big ass tents that have connecting rooms because grandpa is loaded 

No one packed fire starters because of Magician’s Red. Easy. plus that fire would burn on nothing and go out fully with Avdols comment so not bad. 

Smores for sure I don’t know if other countries know about smores but if not Gigi is 100% explaining it if your American you should be passionate about this subject too.

When it comes time to sleep … pick your poison I personally would sleep with Jotaro and Kakyoin because they seem quiet but are night owls. 

Iggy good luck he farts in his sleep 

Gigi probably snores really loud… the same as Pol but Pol also tosses and turns a lot. He has to pee at least 15 times during the night as well. 

Avdol would be very warm but probably quiet and eerily still, he’s an early morning person too.

The next few days are you all enjoying hikes and swimming in maybe a lake or river if there is one, once again you’d probably have to force Jotaro into the water if you wanted him to swing but Gigi would throw him in.

Joseph does feel like the dad type to casually push his kids in bodies of water so lookout 

If you can swim… learn you’ll have to if you’re afraid of water well…. Good luck. 

You could even have the option to meditate with Avdol

Kakyoin would offer to draw you.

Polnareff would give piggyback rides if your tired from hikes no matter your size so if you plus size like me Polpol got you no problem.

It would be a fun trip, but now you all have to go home 

Star Platinum now knowing how tents work could probably take it down and put it away with frightening accuracy, but a real time saver!

The car ride back would probably be less loud than the ride to the location due to everyone being tired. 

They would probably do this again even Jotaro enjoyed himself a lot though he’d never admit it… Star Plat does tho he looked so happy whenever Jotaro summoned him.

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#WifeMeUp 3

I wish I could draw worth a shit bc I wanna draw grungy Geralt so bad but alas, I cannot draw hands or consistent faces... 

Warnings: none! other than swearing but like its me... yall should know by now 😘

ITS TIME FOR THE DATE

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Geralt showed up to Jaskier's apartment in a dark, emerald green Henley and a black denim jacket with… was that a Blue Oyster Cult patch? Jaskier had to bite his cheek to keep from all-out swooning. 

He locked the door behind him as he joined Geralt in the hallway, "I suddenly feel a bit underdressed." 

Geralt cocked his head to the side, flashing a smile that could kill a weaker man, "You look great. Don't know what you're talking about." 

Oh my gods, he's a puppy. 

Jaskier's cheeks heated up as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his mom jeans (dad jeans?), "Th-thank you." 

“Anytime.” He stepped to the side and offered his arm like a regency romance character and Jaskier looped his arm around his elbow, leaning a little closer than he usually would but Geralt just smelled so good. 

“So where are we going? Or is it a surprise?” he asked as they slid into Geralt’s truck. It was old but well cared for, the type where you could flip the console up and have one long bench as the front seat. Jaskier made a note about that for later depending on how the night went. 

“Well my sister told me to be mysterious, so I’ll keep it a surprise.” Geralt revved the engine and they headed toward the freeway. 

Their conversation was easy, all the ‘where’s your family from’ type questions were out of the way by the time they got to the restaurant. And oh, Jask thought he might be in heaven. At first glance, Hunter’s Pizza was nothing special but its back porch was hanging over the river, and even from the parking lot, Jask could see a huge pizza oven in the center of the restaurant. They were seated outside next to a heater, far away from the 13-top of housewives having a birthday party, thank gods. 

Once they’d ordered, Geralt leaned back with his fingers laced behind his head, somehow making his shining white hair even messier, “So what was on that note? Or am I allowed to know?”

Jaskier pinched his thigh under the table to distract himself from those arms and fucking answer, “Oh just, Essie. She likes to meddle.” Geralt raised an eyebrow but Jaskier leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand and hoping his shirt fell open like he wanted it to, “How were the ponies this morning?”

Geralt mimicked him, leaning forward on both his elbows like he was going to tell Jaskier the secret to life, “Ponies are the devil incarnate, but the horses were fine.”

“But they’re so small and cute! How can ponies be evil?” Jaskier didn’t really care at all about ponies, but that goofy smile Geralt had going on was heavenly.

He spent the next ten minutes listening in complete rapture to why ponies were horrible little monsters and he could listen to hours more. Geralt really did look like a puppy, especially when he was excited about something. He also blew his hair out of his face a minimum of three times before he would run his hands through it, something Jaskier was very much looking forward to at this point. The best part was the hand talking, all sorts of waving and miming and... 

Oh shit, I’m staring. 

Jaskier pulled himself back to reality as Geralt ended his rant, “...never met a pony I or any horse liked.”

“You trust your horses with that? To make character judgments?”

Geralt smiled and nodded, “You should come by sometime.”

“That’s a test isn’t it?” Jaskier didn’t manage to put as much of a joking lilt into the words as he’d wanted to and thought about jumping into the river. 

But Geralt just winked at him as their server set down their pizza and plates, “I’m confident you’d pass.” 

Sonofabitch.

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Geralt flipped the console up on their way home and Jaskier’s heart skipped a beat as he slid across the bench, leaning into Geralt’s side with one of those giant arms draped over his shoulders. He flipped through a box of CDs, teasing Geralt about getting with the times before popping in Weezer and leaning his head against Geralt’s shoulder. 

It was well past the time he should sleep for an opening shift the next morning when they got back to his apartment but Jaskier found himself wishing he had the balls to invite Geralt in. They walked arm in arm back to his door, climbing the stairs slowly, neither of them really wanting to go home. 

When they got to his door Jaskier turned to face Geralt, planning on saying ‘thanks for the bite’ or something else noncommittal but Geralt was looking at him like he was a summer sunset and the words died on his tongue. 

Geralt’s hand trailed down his harm to his hand, hooking their pinkies together, “I had a great time tonight.”

Jaskier bit his lip and hooked their other hands together in the same way, “Me too,” he batted his eyelashes and internally swore at his body for blushing. 

“Hmmm…” Geralt inched forward, the sound coming out almost predatory and sending a thrill down Jaskier’s spine. 

“If I didn’t know better Mr. Bellegarde,” Jaskier breathed, tugging at Geralt’s pinkies to get him even a fraction of an inch closer, “I’d say you wanted to kiss me.”

Geralt’s voice came out just above a whisper, all gravely and sexy as hell, “And if I did?”

Fuck me. This boy is going to kill me.

“I’d encourage it.”

The kiss was everything JAskier had wanted and more. Soft but firm, warm and electric. Geralt dropped Jaskier’s hands and held him flush to his body by the hips, making Jaskier’s head spin. 

When they eventually parted Jaskier felt like he was floating. 

He didn’t even realize Geralt was ten steps down the hall when he called back to him, “See you in class?”

“Mhmm!” the squeak was embarrassing but it wasn’t entirely fair of Geralt to expect him to be coherent after a first kiss like that.