#i'm not sure if this was supposed to be finished or not but i'm just gonna say ye

[joocomics]

ಬ cross the line: part two

read part one here

pairing: professor!soobin x student!fem!reader

genre: smut — 18+ wc: 3.1k

summary: an accidental peek at your phone causes a shift in the way your professor behaves in your presence which results into the two of you facing your perverse nature

contains: university au, switch!soobin, soft!dom!reader, car sex, exhibitionism kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, pet names, brief orgasm control, handjob (m!rec), size kink (big dick!soobin), creampie, light choking (m!rec)

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Today you skipped classes.

Skipping isn’t something you do unless you’re not feeling well or something urgent comes up… or unless it’s your best friend’s birthday. You have a whole program planned for the day which consists of things the two of you do every year on this special day. It’s a tradition you stick to and take very seriously no matter how old you get.

After dinner you pre-game with the rest of your friends at her place and afterwards all of you head to her favorite club.

Around an hour later, as you blend in with the crowd to dance under the flashing lights, you notice the last person you expect to run into at any night club really - your professor Choi Soobin. He’s wearing a black buttoned up shirt, nothing new you haven’t seen him wear before, but you're surprised to notice that he's not wearing his usual glasses.

It’s kind of funny that you see him here since today you were supposed to have lectures with him. Instead of hiding as some may do if they find themselves in this situation, you decide to say hi.

There’s no harm in doing so, right?

“I'll be right back.” You tell your friend after you drop her hand to follow after him.

Not a minute later, you're standing next to each other at the bar. You wait for him to finish ordering before announcing your presence.

“Hi.”

Soobin's eyes flicker with surprise when he turns around. For a short moment he’s tongue-tied.

“Hi.” He smiles - a small, polite and a little bit coy curve of his lips. “Enjoying your night?”

“A lot,” you smile back, “it's my best friend's birthday.”

“Really?” He exclaims. “It's one of my friend's birthday too.”

“Sweet.” You chuckle as the usual formality between you slowly melts away.

He looks different without his glasses, you notice; his features are sharper and somehow more striking in the dim flickering lights of the club. His attractive face has a slight glow that keeps you staring, and his usually neatly done hairstyle is a bit untidy, but those details only make him even more appealing to the eyes.

“Does your friend's birthday have something to do with you missing classes today?” He raises an eyebrow, leaning in a bit to compete with the pulsing music.

The question doesn't come off awkward though, his tone sounds more casual than you're used to.

“Yeah, it does,” you reply with slightly nervous laugh. “You’re not going to hold it against me, are you?”

Unintentionally or not, you end up locking eyes. Soobin's smile widens slightly before he looks away first.

“I'll let it slide.”

There's an undeniable tension between the two of you though. You can't pinpoint its exact nature yet, but it's there, reminding you of your last encounter, especially as the conversation trails off and you start wondering if you should make your exit.

“I'm sorry if I made things awkward between us the other day.” You speak up at once.

“No, no…” Soobin immediately shakes his head, staring back down at the sparkling counter. “Don't worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, and uhm...” he pauses for a second, trying to form his words properly. “It will stay just between us.”

“Thank you.” You smile with appreciation. You doubt he’d ever tell anyone about what you do online, but it’s still good to hear him confirm that your secret is safe with him. “I would never cross the line and put your career at risk.”

Soobin peers into your eyes, trying to figure you out, but he seems to keep failing. All he can see into your shiny gaze is an irresistible temptation making it a challenge for him not to risk it all first... right there and then.

The bartender brings his orders and pretty much saves Soobin from blurting out something he might regret afterwards. He cannot allow his intrusive thoughts to win again. Eventually, what he ends up saying is still just as risky as the rest of them though.

“Will I see you around?”

“Maybe,” you chirp playfully; the slightly dubious tone of his voice excites you.

“Do you have a ride home? I can drive you.” He asks with a soft grin, provoked by your teasing. After noticing your eyebrow raise, he adds to assure you: “I don’t drink.”

So without much consideration, you agree, and few hours later you meet at the parking lot. This is definitely not how you expected your night to end; neither did your professor Choi Soobin.

“Thank you so much for the ride.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and take a look at Soobin. “You're the best professor l've ever had, do you know that?”

“I don’t think you’ve mentioned it before.” He glances down at his lap; slight heat rises to his cheeks.

“You are,” you assure him. Your voice goes lower as you take a second to admire his side profile; to enjoy his clumsy attempts at hiding his flusteredness from you.

Then you lean closer, breathing in the musky aroma of his cologne; it's mixed with a sharp scent of cigarette smoke, and despite not being a smoker you still enjoy it. It reminds you of the fact that you finally have him in your hands - outside the usual university building where all he thinks about is work and strict rules and confidentiality.

He's not the all-knowing professor anymore, he's just... Soobin.

“You...” Soobin murmurs, but his train of thought fades away as you're now centimetres apart. You limit the distance between you rapidly and it's not in his ability to prevent it.

“Me? What about me?” You ask as your noses almost touch.

The air inside the car grows thicker, hotter, and Soobin struggles to swallow as he feels a warm pressure bubbling up. His hand moves to caress the side of your face that he’s staring at with half-lidded eyes.

“You’re so pretty.”

“Choi Soobin,” you gasp through a whisper that turns into a soft sinister giggle. The satisfaction you get from his weakness is evident in the way your glossy lips curl as you rub circles on his chest. “This is inappropriate.”

“I know,” he sighs, turning his head in the other direction.

You're quick to grip his jaw though. Your nails sink into his cheeks and you keep them there until he’s looking into your lustful eyes.

“You never told me to stop. Are you going to do it now?”

As you anticipate a response, your hand travels lower till it reaches his belt. You ghost over his crotch, pleased to find out he's growing hard because of your attention.

“No,” Soobin shakes his head almost like he's defeated. His next words come out rushed. “I can't tell you to stop, I don't want to.”

“What is it that you want?” You ask, rubbing the tent in his jeans.

Your gaze drops to his lap once his big hand moves on top of yours; it puts some pressure as his hips simultaneously jerk upwards like an invitation; like a sign of pleading. For some reason, hearing him straight up say the obvious still surprises you.

“You.” He utters and his airy voice softens as he repeats it one more time.

“Mmm…” you humm delighted then unzip his jeans to free him. “It's fun crossing the line with you, Choi Soobin.”

You almost cuss from how amazed you are by his size when you see it.

He's long and thick; heavy as you embrace it in your grip. The look of the nice girth alone makes you swallow down whimpers, it’s so arousing; a perfect fit for every possible fantasy you can think of.

“I've never seen one like this...” You admit as you twirl your fist around his thick base with precision; slowly so you can enjoy the feel of it. “Soo big and heavy…”

Unintentionally, Soobin’s mind fogs up with memories of your sopping wet pussy. The idea of you possibly struggling to fit him inside makes him shudder pleasantly.

You spit inside your palm. You want to make your motions smoother and easier so you make sure to spread the moisture evenly before you tease his tip.

The moment you drag your fist Soobin takes your face in his hands and kisses you.

The kiss is slow at first, testing as he’s heedful of your reaction. His lips move cautiously against yours, making you feel like you’re going to melt.

You're already so enticed by him that when the first groan of pleasure slips through his mouth it’s like butterflies burst out into your tummy. You keep circling the sensitive spot that seems to double the sensation, wanting to get more sounds out of him. Simultaneously you sneak your tongue in between his lips, rolling it around his own to deepen the kiss.

Encouraged by the fist he forms in your hair, you quicken your dominant hand while aiming for a powerfully steady rhythm.

“How does it feel, hm?” You ask when his lips detach from yours at once.

Lightheaded, Soobin takes a second to respond as his breathing catches up.

“So good,” he breathes out then almost goes speechless from the way you pull on his bottom lip with your teeth. “It feels soo good... fuck—“

“You never told me if you enjoyed peeking at my porn.” You say casually before chuckling at his short, quick whimper. You drastically change the speed and Soobin quivers. “How much did my professor actually see from behind my shoulder? I'm curious.”

It’s true, you want to know so bad, and you want to hear it in details, but you know the chance to get such is low. Soobin would be too nervous to share and it’s not like he’s calm enough to talk properly right now.

Your gentle palm squeezes his balls as your lips trace their way up to his ear. He grunts at the tickling sensation meanwhile his hand keeps roaming around your thigh, not having any specific direction because he’s losing more and more control over his own actions.

“I want to know, tell me.” You pout, dropping his cock and backing away.

Soobin sighs, completely dismissing the question when he realises you’re exposing your bare chest to him. His eyes, widening, move in different directions as you tug down the small straps of your dress; his pupils dilate excitedly once he lays attention on the arousing shape of your breasts, the hardened tips of your nipples. He’s staring at you like he’s still trying to accept the fact that this is actually happening.

When you drag your skirt up to your waist is when he starts murmuring an answer.

“I saw you briefly scrolling through your account… nothing more.” Soobin’s hands reach out to get a hold of your waist as you straddle him in the small space. He breathes heavily as you both adjust before he grips his cock to glide his swollen tip against your folds, feeling how wet you are. “And the video y-you…” his voice struggles as he finally bumps into your small squelching entrance. “... just a second from the video you showed me.”

“Soobin—“ you whine quietly from the sudden strech; it feels thrilling with a hint of sweet pain as your tight walls try to accept more than just the head of his dick.

“But I’ve been thinking of you way before that… shit—“

You really want to focus on what he’s saying, but it’s difficult when you’re in the middle of experiencing such strong sensation.

Another inch enters you and you whimper overwhelmingly, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Fuck, it hurts!”

“Slowly, okay,” Soobin whispers in a rush against your open mouth; hands digging into your flesh to control your movements up and down; to control how much of him you should take before you drop all the way down. “It will get easier, keep going… just like this.”

Flushed, flesh to flesh, the two of you begin to feel how you easen up around him. Your gummy walls welcome him more comfortably, pulsing with desire against his veiny girth.

Your head falls forward as the euphoria begins to race through your veins with each deeper gliding of his cock.

“Good,” Soobin’s hot breath brushes against your face; forehead pressed against yours as you drown in the dim streaks of street lights. “Stay like this for me…”

You love teasing him with your dirty talk, and you expected to tease him even more after seeing him get fucked out so quickly, but you can’t deny… the way he speaks at you like this is giving you a real buzz.

“Taking me so well,” he whispers against your heated forehead; placing the praise like a kiss.

The cautious moves of his hips result in his tip meeting your cervix gently; the sweet thrill makes you grind against him for more though, clenching at his shirt with your hands. In the meantime, his grip on your ass eases up, eventually crawling onto both sides of your swaying hips.

“Fuck, fuck—“ Soobin’s groans fly out of his mouth one by one, faster than before to indicate the rapid rise of his arousal. “Such a good pussy, fuck.”

You feel his secure grip strengthening again as you quicken your motions. Now that the pain is gone, you can focus on the new flow of blissful pleasure while regaining your previous control.

“You know,” you speak up for the first time in a while as you build on the good rhythm, “I get all kinds of messages and comments, but… nothing can compare to this.”

Soobin’s weakening gaze alternates between your eyes and lips, hypnotised by the appeal you radiate. You’re incredibly tight around him, just like he imagined you’d be, and he cherishes every pulse and drag of your gummy walls.

Something inside his chest flutters as he registers your words; he likes the idea of being the one to bring you the most memorable pleasure.

“You like how it feels?” His hands crawl up your back, and when you nod in agreement, they move to cup your boobs. “Then keep going, make yourself feel good, baby.”

“Soobin…” Your eyes roll back from the growing stimulation; it’s coming from so many different places including his fingertips sinking into your plush breasts. “… love your cock so m-much—“

Your clit rubs nicely against him, enhancing the arousal as you move back and forth like you do so often on your pillow.

“It’s so deep inside me…”

“Yeah, pretty,” Soobin groans in sync with you the moment you speed up with new type of greed. “Ride it, just like that.”

And at this certain moment, he realises that he’s putting your pleasure over his own.

“I want to feel how this pretty pussy is gonna cum around my cock,” he murmurs in bliss. “Use it, baby.”

“Yeah?” You sigh the moment your lips slide up with excitement. “Are you letting me use it as one of my toys?”

“I am,” Soobin answers without hesitation. His hands slip down to rest at your hips that slow down a bit.

You were not expecting such quick reply from him and your eyes concentrate on his face. Your one hand presses against the car window as you lift yourself up a little.

“Gonna let me bounce on it for as long as I want? Whenever I want?”

“Shit—“ Soobin’s deep voice trembles in a tone you’ve never heard from his calm voice before. Your entrance, stretched out and clenching, is teasing only the tip of his cock and he cannot bare the sensation as well as he wants. “Yes, pretty, whatever you need…”

Right now, he needs you to sink back down as soon as possible. He's not even on the alert of his surroundings anymore, his mind is preoccupied with you and the relish you cause.

“I’m one lucky girl.” You chuckle through a heavy sigh, swallowing the rest of him once again; the second you grip on the base Soobin’s brows knit together as if he’s struggling from feeling this amazing. “Having such a good smart boy, letting me use him however I like…”

Soon enough, you start to bounce wanting to feel the head of his cock hit your g-spot harder.

Your muscles tense, forcing you up and down as you hold onto Soobin’s shoulder with your free hand which eventually shifts around his neck. Cautiously, you apply just enough amount of pressure to excite him. The moment you tighten your grip, his on your lower waist tightens too.

You feel his adam's apple moving as he gulps before his mouth remains wide open in awe; allowing a chain of throaty moans to escape and cloud up your mind with their arousing tune. They mix with the lewd sounds of your ass crashing against his lap and overpower your panting.

Soobin's eyes, dazed and dark with lust, slowly make their way to your scrunching face though they can barely focus on just one spot as everything about you fascinates him.

“Fuck, I'm—” Your whimper interrupts your speech as your knees are close to giving up; but stopping isn't something you're considering, not when you can tell something is about to burst inside him too. “I'm so close!”

Another memory invades Soobin's mind - you moaned the same thing in that video of yours, but the thrill from hearing it now, in person, because you're getting off on his cock cannot compare.

“Cum around me, please,” he suddenly grips your wrist; not to easen up your hand around his neck, but simply to have something to hold onto. “Please, I want to feel you.”

“I want to feel you too...” You say breathlessly, “cum with me, okay?”

Soobin nods before shutting his eyes with a desperate squeeze.

“Hold it,” you utter in a rush while doing the same as your peak approaches more and more, “hold it and cum with m-me...”

Each bounce you make is sloppier than the previous, but the rush is stronger than ever, possessing both of you in overwhelming waves.

The knot of pleasure snaps inside you, making you cry out in the silence of Soobin's car. You ride out your orgasm, quivering with your head thrown back, and you continue the motions as his own climax takes over his body seconds later.

Despite the amazing feeling that settles inside you with the aftermath of your orgasm there's also the feeling that leaves you still hungry for more. This can't be the first and last time you're doing this... You can only hope it won't be.

There’s a part of you that wants to make a mess of Choi Soobin, because you can, and another because it seems like he hasn’t let anyone do such thing to him before; you don’t mind taking that unfamiliar, but very compelling role at all.

And then, there's the most obvious reason of all - you're head over heels for him. And there’s no going back after this.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[cryptidmickle]

your amnesiac au makes me scream and sob and cry forever & ever do you have any thoughts or comments on it that you havent been able to share to the world yet

CRIES AS I DROP MILLIONS OF INCOMPREHENSIBLE SKETCHES FROM MY POCKETS, I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS I HAVE YET TO BE ABLE TO SHARE OR MAKE COHERENT

ahh i've been posting a Little out of order, as in this au smilk and pv have actually been communicating since beast yeast ep 1&2!! smilk's been haunting his ass for a while now and they had even started to become accustomed to the other, finding their similarities and behaviors easy to understand and work with.... white lily knows pure vanilla has been talking to him, but hoped the extent of those interactions was just uncomfortable threats and taunts....

she was Not happy when pure vanilla disappeared and more so when he came back with memory-less shadow milk

a lot of stuff is up in the air considering these bastards story isn't finished yet, but i think the incident leading to smilk's amnesia takes place in the time of golden cheese getting yoinked by burning spice? so while shes fighting for her life, pv is dragging a clown out of the bushes and begging for white lily to not send him immediately to the dungeons

the spell that pv hit smilk with i've decided is quite literally a baby version of smilk's attack ingame! ☝️or at least, a really fucked up version of it, pv is REALLY bad at attack magic and heh. well. now smilk's souljam is cracked and he can't seem to remember anything! though he does still retain a lot of his old knowledge, like spell creation and sciences, old folklore....... it actually unnerves him a lot, how much he knows yet knows nothing of himself

pure vanilla actually feels really guilty about attacking smilk, but he was cornered and wasn't going to last much longer healing himself over and over again. part of the reason he decided to help him and take him in! part.

pure vanilla is not very honest about his motivations in regards to shadow milk

when the ancients find out about pure vanilla (and to an extent, white lily) harboring shadow milk in the faerie kingdom, they're very... not enthused! dark cacao visits along with golden cheese to make sure they're alright and it wasn't a false letter, and almost attack smilk on sight. valid honestly.

golden cheese especially since she just finished dealing with burning spice by this point (classic pv move to take a while before admitting he has another criminal in his sleeve)

hollyberry comes to visit when its her turn with her beast (eternal sugar babygirl come home) and she's actually the only ancient to support pvs attempt at rehabilitation of shadow milk, of course after trying to beat him to a pulp a little! (pv twitches at the word rehabilitation)

hmm last thing to end this ramble, shadow milk's cracked souljam made it unusable, think of it like a dead battery

he can't access the powers it granted him, but it also means the corruption of the souljam was made null. the shadow milk of this au is corruption free and so a lot of the things he'll be told about himself is a little... jarring. terrifying maybe.

i mean... you really don't know what you're capable of until you do it, i suppose!

i'm giving everyone a morality crisis

[purpdrawsthings]

You'll Be Back Mr Puzzles MAP!

No this is actually real soahsodhsoshsi

Hihi everyone saw my last post hahahhhh I wasn't joking 💀

READ THE ENTIRETY OF THIS IF YOU WANT TO JOIN ‼️‼️‼️‼️

I don't want no nobody to not understand anything

Anyways, onto the details!

Wait, what's a MAP?

Ah.. I should explain that shouldn't I?

MAP stands for Multiple-Animator Project. It's basically a collaborative project made up of numerous animations by different creators!

You might have seen these before in the art fandom, if not, you're not a real artist /jk /nsrs /lh

Jokes aside, these projects tend to be fun for most creators and I'm hoping that this would bring some fun to the people joining :)

Is this begginer friendly?

Why yes it is! Regardless you're good at animation or not, you're welcome to join! Just... At least put some effort rather than being lazy?

Regardless, everyone is welcomed with open arms here! So don't be afraid ;)

What canvas size should I use?

1280x720 preferably! Just to make sure it doesn't take up too much of my data ;w;

But you can use any canvas size you'd want besides that! A box shape, or that weird YouTube short form... Nvm exclude that one but anyways, yeah any canvas size that you're comfortable with!

Is there a specific theme?

There's actually none! The map is supposed to just be a silly Mr puzzles map :3

This includes the setting and etc like- go crazy! Do a sad, fun, crazy, angry moment or something! Do what your imagination can make out of that song using Puzzles ^^

Is it okay if I can't remove my animating apps watermark?

It's completely fine if you can't remove it! Don't worry you're not the only broke one here ;)

Am I allowed to put my watermark?

Yes! You're incouraged to add in your watermark so people know it's your part!

Dw, if you don't have one them I'll just put your name while I'm editing the entire thing :)

Can I include my OCS or my Mr puzzles design?

Yes you can! You can also change your Puzzles aus whenever you'd like.

E.g my Showman Puzzles on part 1 and my Puzzles kinsona on part 2

It's just an example! If you're adding ocs, it's good! But the animation should primarily focused on Puzzles! He can interact with other characters but it's mostly just him. Oh and if you're wondering, it doesn't have to be SMG4 OCS :)

How many parts can I take?

Hey hey don't be greedy /hj

2 parts! I want everybody to take their chances and do some cool stuff :D

Where should I ask for parts or send submissions at?

In the discord server I made! The link will be at the end of the post. I know I just replied to some in this blog and they got their parts, I will NOT be accepting any ask parts OUTSIDE of the server.

The same goes with submissions/finished parts, please do send it in discord.

Why is this? This is because I want everything to be easier for me so I could manage stuff. I get frustrated very easily so yeah 😭

Is there a deadline?

Well uh- I'm not sure! But it's probably going to be planned on the June or July, somewhere in the middle of the year. Though I will be making sure nobody feels rushed for their sake

Have you ever host a MAP before?

Wait where tf did that one come from-

No I haven't unfortunately, this is my first one! I've always wanted to make a MAP because of how cool the idea itself is.

Now that that's done, here are the parts! As time progresses a and people enter, I'll fill them up :3

Intro : me

1. @e-v-e-l-l-e

2.

3.

4. @lari-the-dragon

5. @rat-n-atty

6. @madhalo

7. @mrtophat518

8. @fenicearts420

9. @cosmicoreo9

10. @s0ck-1t

11. @niranutcake

12. @madhalo

13. Me

14. @alex-dolmatescu2-0

15. @libbytwq

16. @alex-dolmatescu2-0

17. @rr3d2y

18.

19. @niranutcake

20.

21. @messydoodlesyt

22. @messydoodlesyt

23. @icedbeverageenjoyer

24.

Outro : me

Last but not least.. Please do enter your submissions in the discord server below this sentence :D

You can post your part outside the server if you want but I'm only taking the ones submitted in the server itself :)

Andddd that's about all! You can ask questions here and in the server. Yeetus chat!

[phopollo]

Have you posted about GB, Dinah and Electra’s backstory in the cartoon verse yet? If not have you got one yet??

I'm sure I've talked about them in passing! And I've also avtuslly got a couple more asks in my ask box about them-- I hope you won't be offended that I'm not sharing them in depth rn though, theyre actually kind of exhausting to talk about in a single big long post rather than conversing about them

I've put so much thought and depth into everyone that I can't really quickly summarize any of them without feelint like key and importsnt information is missing. But I'll try!

Greaseball

Built and raised by an former racer who was on his way to being a champion. He's a massive jerk. She has an older brother. He tried to live vicariously through her, her brother was never good enough. She was pushed up to the point where she became the world championship racer before most rolling stock her age had even started working. Brother snapped and ran away. Between that and continued pushing from her father she transfered to the station the story takes place in to get away from him, where shes been since

Dinah

Dinah & Buffy were raised by an single mom who did not know she was going to be a single mom. Very much a Super Mom(tm) to them. But she had been built with some extremely low quality parts that started deteriorating and it was too late by the time it was caught, so she ended up getting scrapped while Dinah was still very young. Dinah got transfered to the station the story takes place at shortly after, Buffy did not. Momma saw this sweet little baby girl and said "you're mine now actually." Dinah has been here with an evergrowing family since, because Momma can't stop taking in strays

Electra

I actually just talked a little about them haha, you can look at that here! Other important information includes that theyre factory built, Purse & Krupp were hired to work under them before they were even finished being built by Electra's former company, and Electra did what they were supposed to for about 4 years before they got too bored and broke off on their own (w/ Purse & Krupp in tow) to pursue racing

[chaoticwriting]

Gotham's New Rouge 5

Part 4

-Watchtower-

The Justice League is having their weekly meeting today and as always, Batman is reading the reports for global events that the others already read but Batman says that he is sure some of them Barry and Hal don't.

So here they are, bored out of their minds when suddenly, an alarm went off. Not the 'Oh no the apocalypse is happening' alarm. More like ' Oh no something big is happening' alarm.

Cyborg clicks some buttons on his arm and a hologram appears on the table. The hologram shows a livestream with a kid wearing a half mask that has a big red creepy smile on it plus his weirdly glowing green eyes. Both Barry and Hal shudder when they see the eyes of the kid. Suddenly, the kid starts to laugh while greetthe viewers.

Trickster: Hello, everyone! Today, I have a very special livestream. I am doing an interview!

The kid turns the camera into a view of 2 men in white suits being hung from the ceiling staring intensely at the kid.

Trickster: Presenting our guests for today. Would you like to introduce yourselves?

Agent P: Fuck you! You ghost scum. Just you wait until I get out of these restraints.

Agent Q: Release me you bastard! You wouldn't get away with this!

Trickster: Oh yikes. Our guests today are quite violent aren't they? Anyway, let me introduce them. Over here are Agent P and Agent Q or Simon Hawk and Larry Rose. They are members of the now infamous Ghost Investigation Ward, a secret government branch that focuses on "researching" and "developing" weapons against ghosts.

Agent Q: We develop them to fight against scum like you. You evil scheming bastard.

Trickster: Now, that we talk about it. Here is their research conclusion. *Pulls out a stack of paper* *Takes out a pair of glasses and wears them* Ehem Ehem. Ghost or ecto entities are defined as creatures that are made of or heavily contaminated by ectoplasm. Ecto entities are non sentient nor sapient. They take on the form of our loved one to deceive us and kill us. They are evil and must be destroyed.

After Trickster finishes reading the document out loud, he takes off the glasses and puts down the document.

Trickster: Anyway, I'm pretty sure I am sapient and sentient because I have been thinking real hard on what is the next prank is going to be. And I'm also pretty sure that I am not a ghost, at least not fully since I don't know who I am supposed to impersonate except myself.

Agent P: Shut up! We all know that you ghost scum all tell lies. Deception is in your nature from the moment you are born.

Trickster: Racist much? Heh, if I am capable of lies then, I am sentient and sapient but if I am not sentient nor sapient, I shouldn't be able to lie. Make it make sense people.

Agent P: You liar! I've seen what your kind has done before this. That Phantom scum is lucky we didn't catch him or else we would have cut him open and torture him to death.

Suddenly, Trickster stalls at the words. The viewers can see frost starts to form around the room as ice slowly crept up the two agents' legs. An alarm suddenly turns on and Trickster suddenly wakes up from his budding rage.

Trickster: Well well well. It seems we have visitors. Off you go.

Picking up the two agents, Trickster throws them into a portal that he opens as Nightwing and Batman appears on the scene.

Batman: Where did you take them?

Trickster: Sorry, but I ain't gonna tell you. I have a special game for this type of person.

Nightwing: Wait! Trickster, I know you are a good kid. We can talk about it. You can still stop before you do something you might regret.

Trickster: You know, Nightwing. I used to have so much mercy. I let them live. Time and time again. No matter what they did. I forgave them. I let them go. I believe in the preciousness of human lives. But I am not 14 anymore. I can't stay positive and expect them to one day turn to the good side. Not when they don't learn anything from their wrong doing. And I will teach them that every action has consequences.

Nightwing: Wait!

Batman throws a batarang at Trickster but he easily blocks it with a wall of ice. Nightwing tries to rush after Trickster but the portal has already closed before he manages to catch up to Trickster.

The two of them stare in silence as the only thing left of Trickster is the camera that he used to livestream.

[w-d-g]

Do you know. Is there anyone out there who is missing you? Who would notice your absence? Assuming they even remember you. Is there anyone to care? With how ornery you seem I'm not sure if there would be. I can't see anyone caring beyond what you could do for them. I'm not sure if any of 'us' care beyond the amusement you provide :)

((this fool spilled espresso on the universe in a nutshell . wtf

((obviously he is unaffected by this, you can tell by his sure and proud body language

((asks open now until . idk how long. a while

((under the cut is my process yap session. this was agood one to do it on bc i had to redraw the whole pose and scene, and the head angle allowed me to show off the Noggin Prism. i would have done like, a speedpaint type thing, but my insecure ass cant handle ppl seeing the 900 mistakes i make every time 😭😭😭

((so first i usually draw out the hipbone, ribcage, leg forms, and approximate head shape/position. for this guys figure im going for a combination of the machinist and goth anime legs uncle. hes got no arms but i usually put in shoulders for an expressive silhouette. i dont do the legs every time, as sometimes for more simple poses it isn’t necessary.

((second i figure out what i wanna do with the hands, drawn on a separate layer. good time to remember sketch is just a general loose layout, and you can change things whenever you decide.

((third i do whatever props are supposed to be around. i do this after the pose bc i usually base the “camera” angle around what makes sense for the pose, then i know what perspective they should be.

((fourth i do the goop. i do it after the pose and hands because its similar to the way i would draw clothes - kinda held up by and draped over the body forms.

((step five i dont often need to do, but for when i have to draw the head at an unusual angle, i make this boxy mapping shape. this step is a little complicated so i wont explain it in full, but its super helpful and easy once you understand the shapes that make up a face. if enough people wanna know i might make a separate post for it.

((step six is lineart. i did the full face lineart before i covered it with the hands, because once its all lined, you can make sure that it looks correct. usually its easier to tell during lineart because the forms are more clearly defined, and you can tell where things might not line up, or they look unnatural. you can do the hands first if you turned off the head layer, but its harder to tell where the hands should be resting. you can see in this step i changed the shape of the hands and the position of the head a bit, which happens often in this step for me usually due to the definition of the forms i mentioned. remember its good to zoom out and look at the whole form often so things arent drawn too big or small!

((next was doing the neck, white goop outline, filling in the face and hands, and doing some minor shading on the white bits. since i use a black background, i dont actually need to fill in the body with black. when i color lineart, i duplicate it and put the color on the layer on the bottom. this is so i dont accidentally change or erase the lineart, but also because if i decide to color the lineart, i can mask layer the lines instead of the lines And the color. this is also the step where i lined and colored the props.

((after the

((after i finish doing the black prop outlines and coloring them, i turn the black back up to full opacity. i turn it down so that im not trying to see black lines on a black background.

((then i finish up with resizing, text, and whatever extra effects i decide to add.

((i dont do all of these steps every single ask, but i should because shortcuts fuck it all up fr. thats all hope this was cool and helpful.

[patchworkcuddlebug]

The Doll In My Brain

Allison wakes up, feeling well rested. She's still in the doll's uniform, a simple yet elegant maid outfit, as she finds herself politely sat at the edge of her bed. It's perfectly made, and the rest of her room looks immaculately tidied as well.

She stands and stretches her body as her grogginess slowly fades, and as the first part of her morning routine, checks the whiteboard on her desk. "This one has finished our chores earlier than expected, Miss." it writes in a handwriting much better than hers. "It has decided to spend the rest of the night still, to rest our body. It hopes that is acceptable."

Allison grabs the nearby marker, erasing the message with the wipe that the doll so graciously provided. "Thanks again for all your hard work! I feel great this morning. You're a very good doll."

Wishing her doll nothing but satisfaction, Allison begins to change into something much more befitting of a person. Once it tried asking the doll to select outfits for her as part of its nightly routine, but the poor thing doesn't seem to understand fashion all too well if it isn't playing a game of dress-up.

. . . . .

Allison inspects the cucumber closely. She's already collected everything on her list, and is now filling out the doll's list. It took the poor thing a while to build the courage to ask for food, and she wants to do her best to make it happy. She just isn't sure what counts as a "good cucumber" or not.

It's been a conversation in the past. Dolls aren't really supposed to feel hunger, they usually just subsist on tea and magic and the will of their witch. But while constrained to her body, her doll feels the need to care for it as it would a witch, and that includes preparing meals for her. While Allison usually makes herself something best described as "sufficiently caloric", her doll enjoys the act of service too much to simply fuel her rather than nourish her.

"Excuse me, do you work here?"

Allison turns to see an older man, supporting himself on the handle of his cart. She looks down and notices she's wearing a colour a bit too similar to the employee's apron. He continues before she can speak up, asking "I'm having trouble finding the instant mashed potatoes."

He turns and leaves, packets in hand.

Allison blinks, looking around. She's in a completely different aisle. She shakes her head, trying to free herself from the remnants of her haze of docile obedience. Nobody's looking at her, so it seems like the doll didn't do anything a person shouldn't do. It even remembered not to leave her... their? Purse in the cart that time. What a good doll, she thinks to herself, promising to add an extra thank-you to the whiteboard.

. . . . .

Allison sighs as she places her second, and last, grocery bag on the kitchen counter. It wasn't unmanageable, but lugging the food up to her complex's top floor never got easier. Maybe once the temperature wasn't such an issue, she could leave it in her car and ask the doll to fetch it for her... but that would require her body to venture outside, with the doll's uniform and mannerisms. Even under the cover of night, the idea was mortifying.

As she unpacks, her train of thought continues. She wonders if the doll feels the same way about her, if it ever finds itself concerned with how she acts in its body. She's sure it couldn't mind, she couldn't imagine a doll that would dare. Well, now she just hopes the poor thing doesn't feel to bad about borrowing her body...

She's been standing in the kitchen for a while, borrowing the doll's stillness. The food has been put away some time ago.

Regardless, Allison feels the need to check. Sure enough, everything is filed away with an almost mechanical consistence, including the canned soup being alphabetized.

Thank you, doll, she thinks to herself, just in case it can hear her. Part of her laments not doing the work herself, but she cuts herself off before getting caught in the weeds of defining what constitutes 'herself' considering the circumstances.

As a habit, having regained control, she checks the doll's chore list. As reliable as it is, it can forget to keep track of chores it does when it's 'off the clock' during the day. She crosses off "Organizing" and shuffles to the couch, eager to relax.

. . . . .

Allison slowly drifts awake. She looks down at the floor, past the doll's outfit, and sees tea spilled on the kitchen's tile. She quickly figures that she must have passed out on the couch... and that her doll must have felt so emotional about spilling its drink it had to take a break. She can still feel the anxiety in her body, the seizing of muscles and the hastened breathing.

The first thing she does is retreat into her room, grabbing a marker and sticky note. Returning to the scene, she places it on the cabinet just next to the spill, somewhere the doll would surely see it. "It's okay, don't feel bad!" she writes. "It was just a mistake, everyone makes them. I'm more than happy to help out."

There, only now can she risk starting to clean. She places the unharmed mug on the counter, getting on her knees to wipe the spill with a nearby rag. It isn't long before that familiar fade starts to threaten to overtake her, the soothing repetition of her task lulling her to sleep and coaxing the doll back into place.

Her last act for the night, with what willpower her personality had the presence to muster, was to smile as bright as she could. Hopefully, when the doll came back, it would be just a little happier.

[putridherb]

I'm not sure if I'm going to post the finished product. The sketch wasn't fully finished, but I have it in ibispaint where I'm ATTEMPTING to clean it up and finish it.

Ig it's a headcannon, but i feel like murderface snorts when he laughs :] he's just that kind of cutie pie..

Anyways here's a little teaser I suppose.

A drunken murderface laughing and snorting. :P

I mostly drew it because I finished drafting (a basic overlook) of a fanfiction between him and another dethklok member, that ended in Murderface being heartbroken, "funnily" enough it was NOT his first heartbreak in the story, and I felt like i should draw him happy because I practically tortured him.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Rook Hunt - Room Relaxation Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Exterior Hallway 2F]

[birds tweet in distance]

Rook: Oh my, that little one over there… Mhhm, welcome back. I see you've decided to spend your winter here this year.

Cater: Hey-o, Rook-kun. Whatcha doin', staring off into the distance like that?

Rook: Oh hi, Cater-kun. It seems like the little bird that left its nest here on campus in the spring has returned. I'm just glad it's doing well.

Cater: A little bird…? Wait, are you talking about that bird waaaay off in the distance? It just looks like a normal bird, doesn't necessarily mean it's the same bird you saw before, does it?

Rook: Not at all, it's definitely the same bird. Each one has a completely different look from each other, so I'm sure it's the same one.

Cater: U-Uh huh… I think it's a little too difficult for me to see.

Cater: Ah, right! I'm changing the subject a little bit, but it's your birthday tomorrow, right?

Rook: Oh là là! You remembered my birthday? I'm floored!

Cater: Obvi! You think your good pal Cay-kun'd ever forget a batchmate's birthday?

Cater: Now, inquiring minds want to know, Mr. Birthday Boy Rook-san! How do you plan on spending your birthday?

Rook: Mhhm, let me think…

Rook: I think I would be content just spending it like any old day, surrounded by good friends!

Cater: Ehhh, come on～ And just when I thought this was my chance to learn a little more about your life that you keep close to your chest…

Rook: You wish to know more about me? Oh my, if you stare any harder, Monsieur Magicam, I'll simply combust on the spot.

Cater: I didn't think I was staring that hard… But I get it, you don't want people prying into your business ♪

Cater: Then, how 'bout I extend an olive branch… Wanna take a pic to celebrate your Birthday Eve?

Rook: Oui, I'd be honored!

[snap!]

Cater: Oh, Rook-kun, your smile's dazzling! Ah, I just thought of something good. I'll send you the photo later ♪

Rook: I look forward to it. See you, Cater-kun!

[Pomefiore Dorm – Hallway]

Rook: ―Confirmation of this week's schedule of events for each grade… Done.

Rook: Ballroom usage requests, confirmation of head counts for each room, equipment returns… Done.

Rook: Oh, look at the time. It just flew by as I was finishing up my Vice Housewarden tasks. The showers should be free by now, no?

[Pomefiore Dorm – Rook's Room]

Rook: Perhaps it was thanks to that hair mask a fellow dormmate recommended me, but my hair feels silkier than usual today.

Rook: It's good to give myself a little special treat before a special day, after all.

[Pomefiore Dorm – Rook's Room]

Rook: ―I've finished my skincare, body care, and haircare routine.

Rook: I'm completely ready to listen to Roi de Neige's melodious voice! His radio program should be starting soon―

Rook: Oh? It looks like I still have a little over 10 minutes left. I must have been a tad too hasty in my eagerness.

Rook: I suppose I could fill out that "Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body" in the time I have left.

「Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body」

Rook: Improvements, hm. If I were asked any time before this, I'm sure I would have had much to say on the school regulation that has freshmen and sophomores sharing a room.

Rook: Sharing a room with fellow classmates may have its moments, but nothing is better than my personal time alone.

Rook: I still vividly remember the joy I felt when I became a junior and was assigned my own room. This is what I call paradise!

Rook: Not only am I able to protect my privacy, but this is a perfect place for me to surround myself with beauty and love. I have no complaints!

Rook: If I were to come up with one thing to put down… I would like a safe. I'd want something sturdy with a complex lock that cannot be opened easily.

Rook: If I were to have one, then I could keep safe my trove of journals, my precious photos, and even that one thing I got my hands on that one time… Heheh.

Rook: …Oh, whoops. While I was drifting off imagining all the things I could place in a safe, I seem to have completely filled in the field.

Rook: I'm sitting here in a paradise I built for myself, and I still had so many desires to write down… Ah, me, oh, my! How selfish could I possibly be?

Rook: Thinking back on it, I've not had many memories of staying in the same place for years like this.

Rook: Even after three years here, I find that every single day brings new thrills that keep me just as excited as the first day.

Rook: …Well now, with that, the survey is done. ～fin～ And perfect timing, too.

Rook: It's finally time for Roi du Neige's special radio program… I can't wait! I've been counting down the days ever since the day it was announced.

Rook: BRAVISSIMO!! THAT WAS A PURELY BLISSFUL EXPERIENCE…!

Rook: His dynamic vocals sparkled like an étoile in the sky… It was completely different from his usual sweet manner!

Rook: I could feel my heart completely taken in by the way he beautifully weaved from topic to topic that brought to my mind a silky-smooth kaleidoscope.

Rook: What could his "new work" be that they mentioned on the program…? Aah, I cannot wait for more information to be released…!

Rook: When it comes to updates such as this, there's a higher degree of vivacity in receiving it through a live broadcast rather than an article or a recording!

Rook: I wonder which store he got that pie he said he ate "a little too much of" from…?

Rook: If I'm not mistaken, there are quite a few well-known pâtisserie near that recording studio.

Rook: If it's a new place… I believe the actor who will be co-starring with him in his upcoming drama series is known for his serious sweet tooth.

Rook: Perhaps if I look into the shows they've appeared in or check their online posts, I might be able to figure out a hint as to which place it is. I'll check later.

Rook: I must listen to the program once more and record my heartfelt thoughts into a letter… No, wait! I must first jot down every single emotion it made me feel into my diary!

Rook: …This should be all of my thoughts on the radio program. Every single word I had for it meant everything to me that I felt as though it almost became a word-for-word transcript.

Rook: Now, what else stirred my heart today…? Ah, yes, Cater-kun remembering my birthday was lovely.

Rook: Ahh, yes. I should also write down the joy I felt in being reunited with that little bird once more.

Rook: Today was a wonderful day. I wonder what beautiful things I will encounter tomorrow.

[Pomefiore Dorm - Rook's Room]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

Rook: ―Someone's door just opened… Ah, right, there's early morning practice for the track club today.

Rook: As soon as I hear some kind of noise, I snap awake. It may still be early, but I think I'll start getting ready for the day!

Rook: First, I'll take off my sheets and pillowcase… And leave it in a basket in the hall.

Rook: They'll even return it here front of my door after its been washed, so thankfully I can make my bed myself.

Rook: Ordinarily, the laundry ghosts would do everything for me, but… I just can't feel comfortable having anyone enter my room.

Rook: I appreciate them for listening to my vehement non. Now that I've finished with that, I should go wash my face.

Rook: The quiet atmosphere of the washroom in the early mornings always puts me in a refreshing mood. Now then, I think I'll use this lotion today.

Rook: Before, I knew nothing of skincare, let alone makeup. But with my transfer into this dorm, I was reborn anew!

Rook: I may still be a novice in this regard… But as a student of Pomefiore, I cannot allow myself to shirk on the proper regard for skin care.

Rook: For example, when it comes to UV protection, I've learned that it's not enough to simply apply sunscreen, but I must moisturize myself beforehand.

Rook: I had no idea there were so many types of cosmetics. Aaah, this world is brimming with such spectacular surprises!

Rook: The company who makes this one strives on having fragrance-free products, to the point where they even refine their raw materials as best they can to minimize any lingering aromas…

Rook: However, if this is the extent of what a commercially available product is capable of, it may be beneficial to see if we in the Science Club can look into creating completely fragrance-free cosmetics.

Rook: Next, I'll use concealer. When I asked Vil for recommendations, he gave me an array of colors to choose from to help cover my freckles.

Rook: In the end, after taking into account my skin tone and testing out many different options, I selected this concealer because it had no scent and it adheres well to my skin.

Rook: Similar to how wild animals will protect themselves with camouflage, I must evenly smooth it all over my skin… Good, this should be enough for the base makeup.

Rook: Ah, right. I should use the special eye cosmetic palette that Vil recommended to me when I joined him shopping the other day.

Rook: The way the fine pearl powder shines is as beautiful as sunlight streaming through darkened winter clouds.

Rook: LA PERFECTION…! A perfect look for a perfect birthday!

[doors open and close]

Rook: ―It seems the other students are slowly awakening. Mhhm, I'm sure in another 10 minutes or so, the washroom will be absolutely packed.

Rook: I think I'll quickly check Magicam before changing into my uniform. Has there been any news on Roi du Neige's… Oh?

Rook: It looks as though I received a message exactly at midnight. Oh, this is from―

[Main Street]

[Pomefiore students chatter with Rook]

Cater: Ooh, looks like he's already been cornered by folks～ As it should be on a birthday!

Cater: Rook-kun, Happy Birthday! Your makeup is on point today! Can't expect anything less from a Pomefiore student ♪

Rook: Merci, Cater-kun. And I absolutely loved the message you sent right at midnight.

Rook: Not only did you decorate the picture beautifully, your message was extremely heartwarming.

Cater: I'm glad you liked it～ Soooo… Wanna snap another picture now that it's your actual birthday?

Rook: OUI!!

Requested by @farfalla049, @thelonepearl, and @mizumire.

[blackjackkent]

Ask prompt fill for @thedarkstrategist from this ask meme: Will They/Won’t They Prompts Shadowzel - [ TRAINING ]: during a sparring session, the sender and receiver end up on the floor, leading one of them to seizing the upper hand and straddling the other. the receiver has an unexpected realization of their feelings regarding their sparring partner in the process. This got a little away from the original prompt but I'm pleased with how it turned out, I think. :D Hope you enjoy!

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“You’re being very quiet, Lae’zel,” Shadowheart says casually, gnawing absently at a bit of jerky as they walk through the deepening Underdark. “One could almost have the bliss of forgetting you were there.”

“Chk,” Lae’zel grumbles. She doesn’t look towards Shadowheart, or at anyone, but stares ahead of them into the darkness. Her catlike eyes gleam in the brief flickers of light from the glowing mushrooms and bioluminescent lichen. “Do not press me, istik.”

“Let her be, Fringe,” Karlach says in a low voice. “Business at the creche went pretty bad.”

“I’m well aware,” Shadowheart says. She squints thoughtfully at the back of Lae’zel’s head. She did not go into the ruined monastery with Tav and Lae’zel and the others - but she saw how they came out. Tav and Gale and even Karlach looked very grim indeed, and Lae’zel has been nearly silent in the time since they departed the mountain pass.

It’s… unnerving, frankly. Shadowheart had begun to grow used to their verbal spats, to the energy with which Lae’zel would rise to their moments of conflict. It was an oddly comforting certainty to know that at the moments when the tension in her mind grew too much, she could lash out at the gith and find her a willing opponent. Lae'zel gives as good as she gets; there is fire in her.

Or there was - but now it is gone. Lae'zel's indomitable confidence seems to have left her along with her certainty about the creche's aid. She seems strained and tense, silent, watching the dark not like a predator but like prey.

And Shadowheart cannot help but prod at that strange and uncharacteristic reticence. She wants to see how deep it goes, and what it takes to light a spark in the ashes of the old fire.

"At least I no longer need to worry about the Prism," she says airly, shooting Lae'zel a pointed look. "Or will you demand it from me again, simply for spite?"

"You may keep it," Lae'zel says flatly. "You still dishonor a githyanki relic with your touch, but Vlaakith's will has sullied far more. I care not."

Shadowheart purses her lips, prodding again. "Are you sure?" she says dryly. "Or do you simply fear to be bested again in trying to take it from me?"

"Fringe--" Karlach says warningly, and Tav makes an uncomfortable noise under her breath-- but the blow has struck home, just a little. Lae'zel's gaze flashes over her shoulder at Shadowheart, her eyes narrowed.

"You did not best me, istik," she says between her teeth.

Shadowheart smiles. That anger sounds familiar. It sounds like Lae'zel, and not just the broken shell of her. "I suppose you often allow yourself to be pinned to the ground with a knife to your throat, then?"

"Kainyank..." Lae'zel hisses. "I had offered you a trial at first light. It was you who sought to underhand me and end the matter by stealth. You would not have survived a true test of blades."

"You sound very certain of that," Shadowheart shoots back. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Perhaps it is about time I found out," Lae'zel says curtly. "Perhaps a proper demonstration of force will convince you to cease your endless jabbering."

"Certainly." Shadowheart's smile goes tight. "Whenever you like, feel free to show me, and we can see whether you can--"

The gith moves like lightning. Before Shadowheart has finished speaking, Lae'zel spins with a wordless, enraged cry, pushing Karlach aside one-handed and crashing the other hand against Shadowheart's jaw. At the same time, she hooks one leg behind Shadowheart's knee, sending her with a crunching, lung-clearing thud into the fungus-padded ground. Shadowheart's vision flashes, and for a moment she can't breathe, something inside her head doing a remarkable impression of a bass drum. 

She comes back to herself to find Lae'zel's weight pinning her into the dirt. The gith has her blade out and pressed not to Shadowheart's neck but against her chest, the point nicking a skin-deep cut between the plates of her armor. Her other hand is tangled into Shadowheart's hair, holding her in place with a firm, implacable grip.

For a moment, Shadowheart flares with rage, and she gathers all her energy to struggle against the weight holding her down. But something gives her pause - an entirely unexpected glint in Lae'zel's eyes beneath the veneer of anger. She can feel the twitch of the tadpole connection between them, the flicker of shared emotion, of unspoken meaning without words. Do not press me, istik. I do not wish to kill you. I have nothing left.

Silence. Shadowheart doesn't move, and neither does Lae'zel. And Shadowheart feels a flicker of strange sympathy go through her, all at once. With the fall of the creche, Lae'zel is utterly alone, tossed to the wolves of this alien world to find her own way after a life spent in the safety of regimen and duty. She is alone just as Shadowheart is, sent from the creche on a mission that has no clear purpose she is allowed to understand. And she is afraid, and perhaps she has always been afraid, showing her teeth like a wounded animal.

Perhaps Shadowheart has always been afraid too.

"I think you've made your point," she says in a low voice. It isn't an apology, but it's the closest either of them are likely to give. 

Another long pause. Then the knife recedes. Lae'zel draws back, then moves from her straddled position over Shadowheart's body. She doesn't speak, just sheathes the knife and stands, looking down so that their eyes meet. Then she turns and walks away, striding forward into the darkness ahead.

[11queensupreme11]

In the book, the gods are all-seeing except for Helheim and vice versa unless they're already in Helheim. Since I'm sure you'd be making Cu a god (at least in this AU) would he use this ability to spy on Percy when she's in Midgard? Would she tell?

Yes! he would absolutely take advantage of his Sight to watch over percy while she's down in midgard and yes she would absolutely be able to tell. she'd try to block him out, but he'd just force his way smh 💀

but she'd just ignore him and try her best to live a good life. she'd, ofc, go straight to new york. move into the apartment she and her mom and paul used to live in, she'd conjure up all the papers and social security stuff that she needs to be considered a (human) American citizen (using her real name too, it's been SO long since she's been Percy Jackson cuz gods were born way before surnames even existed lol). she'd live a nice, simple life, probably be tempted to try out college too since she never got the chance. hell, maybe she'd go back to high school and finish it, because she knows it'd make her mom proud. this poor girl's just gonna go and do things that she was SUPPOSED to have the opportunity to do, but had those chances snatched because of the yans 🥺💔

the worst part is that she's doing it alone this time because all her friends and loved ones are gone. she'd probably try to befriend the humans too and omgggg would cú chulainn HATE that. ESPECIALLY if they were men. in ancient times, male-female friendships were regarded with suspicion because usually the only times a man and woman were together was for courtship reasons, never for friendships. times have changed ofc and it's totally okay for girls to be friends with guys and vice versa, but cú chulainn (like the yans) is an ancient mf set in his ways and he's seeeeeething 😂😂 honestly, he'd probably snap and storm down there

[rabbitinashell]

Dis for mah friend who like dis guy

And this is kind of a me thing, but we'll talk abt it later

Dottore in the Sheets: Sadistic, Merciless, and Addictively Intense

Dottore is not a lover for the faint of heart. As one of the most brilliant yet twisted minds in Teyvat, he treats everything like an experiment, including pleasure. He's the type to test limits, push boundaries, and completely consume you - and once he has you, there's no escape.

Expect mind games, control, and overwhelming intensity - because Dottore does not do "gentle."

1. Dominant & Absolutely Merciless

• He's always in control, and he does not tolerate disobedience. You are his, and he makes sure you understand that completely.

• Restraints? Teasing? Begging? Oh, he lives for it - the more desperate you are, the more entertained he is.

• He enjoys watching your reactions, studying every shiver, every gasp, every plea-and using them against you.

2. A Master of Edging & Overstimulation

• He's the type to bring you to the edge over and over, only to deny you at the last second, smirking as you beg.

• "Pathetic. Are you really that desperate already? I expected more from you."

• And when does he finally let you have it? lt's overwhelming, consuming, and entirely too much-but he doesn't stop until you're utterly wrecked.

3. A Dangerous, Hypnotic Voice

• His voice alone is enough to unravel you - low, mocking, and dripping with amusement as he whispers in your ear.

• He'll taunt you mercilessly, enjoying how easily you fall apart under his touch.

• "You're trembling. How fascinating... Tell me, how much more can you take?"

4. Insatiable & Unrelenting

• Dottore has inhuman stamina - he doesn't stop until he's completely satisfied, and that takes a long time

• Once is never enough - he'll have you again and again until you're too weak to fight back.

• No breaks - unless it's to watch you struggle, only to drag you right back into his grasp.

5. Rough, Possessive, and Claiming

• Expect biting, bruises, and deep, possessive marks - he likes leaving evidence of what he's done to you.

• He grips hard, pins you down effortlessly, and takes his time making sure you feel completely owned.

• If you try to challenge him, fight back, or tease him? Oh, you just made it worse for yourself - he'll make sure you regret it.

Bonus: Kinks & Preferences

• Restraints & Control - You don't move unless he allows it.

• Edging & Denial - He delights in making you beg for release.

• Pain & Pleasure Mix - Biting, spanking bruising - he enjoys testing your limits.

• Corruption & Power Play - He wants to see you break for him, piece by piece.

• Mind Games - He loves pushing you to the edge, making you question whether you can really handle him.

6. Aftercare? Cold, Yet.. Strangely Considerate

• Dottore doesn't coddle - he simply observes. He'll analyze your state, making sure you haven't actually broken before smirking in satisfaction.

• He might clean you up, but don't expect softness - it's clinical, precise, and only because he wants you in top condition for next time.

• "Tired already? Hah.. I suppose I should let you rest. But don't think I'm finished with you yet."

Final Verdict: A Merciless, Addictive Obsession

Dottore is not a gentle lover - he's an overwhelming force, utterly consuming and impossible to resist. He'll ruin you completely, leaving you wrecked, trembling, and craving more, all while mocking you for how easily you fell apart under his control.

[badgerhuan]

I'm sure this has been said before but I'd just finished watching Sonic Prime finally (a few times too actually) and I wanted to write this down for myself. this post is about Renegade Knucks.

each shattered Knuckles is one trait of Knuckles Prime taken to a logical extreme for that shatterspace. Dread is stubbornness driven to obsession, Gnarly is cautiousness driven to paranoia, and Knucks, is sense of duty driven to devotion to a cause, and in this case the cause is the rebellion, the safety of those that need protecting. but I think when we get to season 3 and their goals changed, you can slowly see him shift that devotion to Sonic. the slowly it becomes clear that he's the embodiment of Sonic's relationship with Knuckles Prime.

Knucks doesn't really trust him still halfway through season 2, but as Sonic proves himself to be trustworthy, Knucks slowly warms up to him. he is the one given the line that Ghost Knuckles was stuck repeating. Sonic teaches both him and Dread how to spindash but Knucks is the only one who consistently uses it.

in the final battle in the Grim, Renegade Knucks sees Sonic getting his ass kicked and tells another version of himself that he's got places to be and leaves the post he was specifically assigned. the rebellion was always supposed to be on the battlefield bc they're the most experienced but he was able to, chose to, leave. for Sonic. as if driven to help him. protect him, even.

(Knuckles finally being able to be in multiple places at once. he can honor his duty and be by Sonic's side. he doesn't have to choose, not this time.)

and at the end, after the prism energy was extracted from Sonic and Sonic collapses, Knucks is there to catch him. he was ready to catch him. and he holds Sonic for as long as he needs to.

[thenexusofsouls]

"Yeah? I guess I'm less picky with regard to cookies," Wade said with a chuckle. "Well, I'm sure a place like this has gotta have raisin bread or raisin muffins or somethin' like that if you wanted. And yeah, everybody loves chocolate. I don't think I've ever met anybody who didn't. That's one of the things I really miss the most," he said without thinking, forgetting that he wasn't supposed to talk about being a vampire. It was true, though. Not being able to regularly eat things like chocolate, burgers, pizza, or even drink a lot of beer without feeling a bit ill or still hungry afterwards was a serious downside of being a vampire.

Wade wished he'd never mentioned the poor fashion choices of his youth. "Yeah, better left in the past, that's for sure," he said. "Except the jacket. No one's prying my leather jacket from me." As for being old, Wade actually wished he could get older. Being a vampire now meant that he'd be frozen in time, never getting any older than he was now, at least in appearance. "Yeah, not anymore," he said. He was getting comfortable with her and forgetting to be more careful with what he said.

When the kitten was handed over to her, Wade smile as he watched the little creature make several biscuits on her lap before curling up against her arm to take a nap. "Okay that's adorable," he commented. "Geez, I can hear him purrin' from here. He's got a pretty strong motor in him. Maybe we should call him Buzz." It was a joke, but it was a decently cute name. "Or maybe Stormy? That's kindof gender neutral in case we find out he's a girl, heh."

When they were finished, Wade paid the bill and they made their way out, concealing their furry contraband as well as they could. Wade zipped the kitten up in his jacket to keep the rain off it. The poor thing had just dried off, so he really didn't want to douse it again. It kept purring against him, probably enjoying the warmth of being nice and snug in his jacket, the whole way back to his van.

He invited Sadie to sit in the van and out of the rain while they tried to figure out where a pet shop might be. A quick search on his phone located one not far from there. He let the kitten out for Sadie to play with while he did the search and then showed her the results. "You still game? It's only a couple minutes from here." As if the question had been posed to it as well, the kitten mewed enthusiastically at that exact moment, making more tiny biscuits on Sadie's lap. "Well that's one vote for the pet store," Wade said with a chuckle.

The soldier bunched herself up under the desk, palms pressed to her ears with enough pressure that she could hear the squeak of her joints. She was trying to block out the noise. The angry shouts as she disobeyed direct orders. When had she entered the office? One minute she'd been searching the aisles...

well,

Shallow breaths

A tap on her shoulder, sending her jolting alongside her racing heart, wide eyes searching for the source- an elderly woman with a light laugh, and an apology for startling her. She was only reaching for the milk

Bright, fluorescent lights

Constant chatter and clanging and beeping that was not, in fact, a heart rate monitor, and was instead the tills as the cashiers scanned various items

Too many options

kind of.

At some point she'd passed the bakery, and a small child in a cart had wheeled by, holding a...

And then she'd found herself in the office. The door was locked from the inside. The desk had the indent of fingers on the edge of it's surface, as though imprinted in wet cement. One of it's legs wiggled like a snake. Both still gleaned with the sweat of her hands.

The manager kept slamming on the door, shouting and raving about calling the police, and company files and trespassing. And yet she was frozen in place. - For Wade, sadiebrin

@sadiebrin

"Donuts or muffins?" Wade muttered to himself as he looked around the bakery section. His head tilted to one side, then the other. "Eh, they each have their good points..."

It was supposed to rain today. Not just rain, thunderstorm. So far, though, the sky had gone dark for a couple hours and it had gotten rather windy, but so far... no rain or thunder. Perfect weather for Wade to do a little shopping during normal human hours without fear of getting too impaired by the sun. He'd felt a mild tingling on his skin when he stepped outside, but... not too bad. And really, he just had to go from his apartment building to his SUV, and then from there into the store. He could do that standing on his head, so... time to shop.

Being a vampire sucked, pun intended. Needing blood all the time was not only unappealing to Wade, but it was massively inconvenient with his schedule and lifestyle. And he refused to give up the foods he loved, even if they did nothing for him nowadays. At least he could eat whatever he wanted without fear of getting fat or developing heart disease, since whatever made him a vampire seemed to regulate his body to keep it in tip-top shape without him having to do much of anything.

His deliberations on exactly what kind of indulgent human food to buy were interrupted by a very distressed woman staggering from near where he was toward the back of the store. Confections could wait. Wade followed her, sensing that something was very wrong. When she went inside an office and slammed the door, Wade stopped and watched as the manager began pounding on the door like a child throwing a tantrum. "Really?" Wade mumbled to himself.

Making his way to the door, Wade laid his hand on the manager's shoulder. "Take a breath, okay? I think she's havin' some kinda problem." The manager was taking too many breaths, as it were, and spouting more boisterous nonsense about how she wasn't allowed in there, and if she didn't come out right this instant he was going to called the cops!

With an irritated smirk, Wade reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Dude, relax, I am the cops," he said, flashing his badge just fast enough for the manager to see something that looked official but not long enough for him to actually read that it only said government licensed bounty hunter on it. It worked, and the manager took a step back from the door. Only one. Wade looked at him like, you gotta be kiddin' me with this bullshit. "Yeah, you wanna gimme some time here, man? I'll handle it, don't worry." With that, the manager huffed and left to deal with an irate woman who couldn't find the type of cheese she wanted and was making it everyone else's problem.

"Hey... miss?" he called through the door. "You okay in there? Need some help?" He was trying to get through to the woman but also sound as non-threatening as he could manage.

[copia]

COPIA'S JOURNEY TO RITE HERE RITE NOW ⛧ PREQUELLE ERA

"We need someone new. A firm leader; with youth, and stamina—and sexual charisma...."

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[splickedylit]

Can't believe I thought I was almost ready to start posting this GamKar winter soldier pastiche like two years ago on halloween it's grown by several hundred pages and 100,000+ words since then. Current count is 325 pages, 167,000 words, 15 chapters. fukkin UNIT of a fic

EDIT for my own personal satisfaction:

10/25: 167,000

10/29: 174,700

10/31: 180,460

11/7: 185,775

11/18: 189,500