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[bearitual]

oh my GOD! is that FRISK UNDERTALE?????

yeah

[truthundressing]

experiencing anxiety levels of an animal being hunted for sport bc my mum invited a friend of hers round w/o letting me know first :/

[sakurasnowfall]

hi, Idk if i’m doing This right, but could you please write Some angst that turns into fluff about Reader x anime sanji? reader can be Afab or gender neutral, i don’t mind. You can also choose the scenario, Full control :)

thank You 🤩 and its ok if you don’t get to this, LOVE your writing by the way it’s So beautiful

Hi! As regards to your *Idk if im doing this right* no worries fam, neither do I (your request was perfect, though, so no worries!) 😭

Here is the story. I brain stormed maybe 7 ideas for this starting the night I got this request. It stumped me so freaking bad, and it took a couple weeks to get an...almost complete draft down. I let it sit for way to long, hence why it has been nearly a whole month. So here is what I am gonna do. I just wrote the missing 1/4 of this. I am going to post what it now. I WILL BE GOING BACK TO EDIT THIS AND MAKING IT BETTER. My anxiety was screaming at me to at least put out SOMETHING. So, I hope this is okay FOR NOW. I know it sucks, but I promise eventually I will improve it for you!

Thank you thank you thank you for the compliment!!! Lots of love <3

Tw : Blood, syringe mention, death mentioned

Established relationship, fem reader, and () used as a name placeholder.

Sanji usually loved red. Maroon roses. Vermillion wine. Scarlett sunsets. Ruby hearts. But now? He hated it. He hated it so much. Seeing it, dripping from every spot on her body. Covering her in a sheet of sickening crimson. Imagining what he would give to swap their places was not a thought for the faint of heart. All he could do was watch as Chopper gently cleaned the blood off of her arms and her face. As the tiny doctor wrapped her torso in bandages, her hovered, almost like a ghost with how pale and silent he remained. Ironic...that the chef of the crew himself was the only one who did not eat. Actually, that was not quiet true, as he forced himself a few forkfuls of food, guided by the phantom scolding he heard from () about neglecting his self care. He spent that night in the infirmary with her. Listening to the fragile, feathery breaths that balanced her on the edge of his world and the next. He thought that was the worst sound he would hear that day. This was not the case. Sanji learned that the worst sound was not the sound of her anguished screams. It was not the sound of her painful, labored breaths. He learned it was not the sound of her unconscious cries.

Sanji learned that the worst sound was no sound at all.

No amount of force on the Grandline could be guaranteed success in trying to restrain him. Sanji couldn't see Chopper scrambling to her bedside or hear him shouting. He couldn't hear Luffy's yelling. He couldnt hear Zoros grunts as the swordsman tried in vain to hold the cook down, slamming him to the floor after narrowly avoiding a kick to the head. If he couldn't see Robins powers prop up various instruments for Chopper, then certainly couldn't have seen one of her hands stabbing a syringe into his arm.

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When the cook awoke, it wasn't his head, or his knees - which had been bent underneath his weight - that hurt the most. It was his heart. His ever-bleeding heart, over flowing with the love that gushed and overflowed. How he found the strength to stand, he wasn't sure. But when he did, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. A place that held a bright, white shimmer and a peculiar haze about it, yet for all it's light gave off no warmth. He rubbed the back of his head, turning to better gauge his surroundings. That's when he saw her. Standing, maybe 200 feet away from him. Standing. Almost shimmering, radiant. Alive. If his legs had ever held a purpose other than carrying him to her, they didn't remember, as he sprinted toward her. She was just about to turn to him, when shadow, greater than anything he had ever seen, was summoned forth from the white ground, casting an ugly contrast, dragging whatever twisted world he was in from chilled to ice-cold. Sanji knew what this shadow was. More sure than he had been of almost anything in his life. It wanted her. Maybe it wanted him as well. He had run from it more times than he could count. But there was no running this time.

Rage guided his motions, and his love refined them to a deadly point, spearing the sheer power of his attacks into his opponent's core. If fighting death itself was all that stood between him and his life, then he would gladly fight it. Death wanted his life, and it would not have her. His fire lit it's shadows, extinguishing them, bit by bit, piece by piece. Until there was nothing left but air.

By the time he was done, adrenaline had rewarded him with the energy to run the remaining distance to her. When he reached her, he stopped. He reached out, his hand shaking. "()........" His voice failed him, his hand attempting to make up for his words by softly coming to rest at the side of her face. She had not broken her silence, but he could see her returning to him. Shutting her eyes and leaning into his touch, a few stray teardrops escaping her eyes, his own eyes mirroring the action. Her kissed her softly, hoping to regain his words through his actions. He pulled back after a brief moment, resting his forehead against hers. His hand had now moved to intertwine with hers. When his voice returned to him, in a whisper "let's go home......"

When Sanji woke up, his eyes had hardly opened before he sprang out of bed, scrambling into Chopper's office. He saw () sitting up, awake, eyes locked on him. He paused, before carefully approaching her, perhaps afraid that THIS was the dream.

"Are you.....how are you......feeling? " the blonde came to gently sit on the edge of her bed, carefully reaching out to cup to side of her face. () placed a hand atop his.

"I'm okay." He nodded, a few stray drops of bittersweet relief sliding down his face, quickly whisked away with a small laugh.

[pey-up]

Tell me about your OCs!!!

YIPPEEEEEEEEE

youre all going to regret this.

This is gonna be long so RANT UNDER CUT-

Okokok so i have multiple stories but ill spare yall and just give you the main one (or ig the most fleshed out one?)

It follows a teen girl Elora, who's a silly gal and by silly i mean autistic and would bite someone if pressed. She reallyyy likes big words, like you know those hyperspesfic words that describe super specific moments or feelings? She loves those. Being super specific is her Jam. Anyways, she's friends with two kids Edgar (has bit someone and would bite again) and Paige (would never bite someone. Allows affectionate biting.)

Theyre not vampires theyre just weird/aff

Elora's mom is named Bellaire, she's a single mom who works one job, loves her kid and never stops, we love Belle. Where is eloras dad you may be asking!? Doesnt exist. Pokemon style. (I have never played pokemon but ive seen enough delia x jesse art to know). I kinda leave the second parent up for interpretation because its fun to see what ppl come up with :3 (kinda like mrs. Afton? Literally built out of headcanons and dreams) Bellaire is a health IT worker and she loves it! It's why she moved to Pennsylvania in the first place! She kinda moved around a bit as a kid from france to italy to north carolina so good for her for staying put :3

Uh- okay so one thing about my stories is i do not care if its realistic for a Korean woman in 1987 to be working IT. The world in my stories is nicer. Doesnt mean bad stuff doesnt exist! It just means im going to pretend it can happen because she deserves for it to happen >:[

Belle and Elora are real close since theyre kinda the only family each other have, El has a tricky time expressing emotions and affection, whereas Belle is reallt outwordly affectionate so some miscommunication happens there :( boy itd be a shame if Someone were to not make it to the end of the story and theyd be unable to communicate properly (<- its not written yet.. i will be killing at least someone off though...)

Edgar and El have that "never met one of my parents" swag, Edgar in the form of my dad sucks (im not projecting youre projecting. What.) And his momma died when he was real young. His mom and Bellaire were reallll... close.

They were gay.

But yknow, she died so Ed's dad took over and cut belle out of edgars life, so poor baby ed has zero support systemUntil he meets elora on a rainy day when hes much older, about 12 or 13 id say?

Paige is significantly less traumatized, but she has the "i need to be suuper happy and a support system for everyone else because they obviously have it worse than i do" disorder :(

THERE IS A PLOT TO THIS I SWEAR!!! SORRY ITS KINDA WORD VOMIT RN-

Its more put together when i write it i swear (two chapters r in my pinned post, ill write more when school starts and i get settled in my creative writing class again :3 gimmie a week or so hehe)

Heres some doodles i did of them! The placeholder title is currently Aberrant so its tagged under that (and then specific characters of their names, Elora Carpenter, Paige Madden, Edgar, etc)

Thanks very very much for the ask!!!!!

[cindergraves]

oc-tober day 14: who/what inspired your ocs

always a tough question! i never usually keep track of my inspirations, and often go through series too fast to remember what i'd end up drawing from it. most of my characters are also inspired by/draw from other characters of mine, picking out specific traits and parts of their history to remix and see how things happen differently if certain variables are tweaked.

for the specifics ! ↴

for kea:

the other characters of my own i've put here are beren and sil. i would elaborate, but i'd literally go on forever. this'll make sense if i ever start posting about them!

for the existing characters, it's alma karma from dgm, especially visually, and rakka from haibane renmei (a favourite anime from when i was a kid) in a few senses. unfortunately i think they may have also channelled a bit of izaya orihara, faye valentine and twelve from zankyou no terror in esoteric ways. im trying to think of non-anime characters that may have been katamari'd into them but my memory isn't that good! i may go back and edit this if i have a sudden ahah moment about them. HOWL from howls moving castle both book and movie versions

as for the incident that inspired them or how they were created, i would prefer not to talk about it (kind of a bad memory at this point! took a long time to wash them of it), but at their core they were me trying to fit my favourite archetype (fantasy rogues) into a cowboy. the first attempt at this was scattered and not that well put together, but on their second rewrite i feel their background is more cohesive. they were also massively inspired by things i was going through at the time and the job i had, which has informed certain aspects of their character that made their way to the forefront over time. just this year i started working at a ranch, which is what inspired that rewrite, so i think that also affects part of their character.

i think this one might be very obvious, but they were inspired by the kea, as in the aotearoan parrot. kea was originally just gonna be a placeholder name for them, but like many of my placeholder names, it stuck. their wings are just a kea's transposed onto their back, and their mischievous/destructive nature is inspired by them. i love keas a lot lmao

for revak:

the other characters of my own i have down for him are vol, felanic, and raf. there's way too much to go into there, so i'll leave it to if i ever post about them in the future.

for the other characters, i think possibly warumono-san from mr. villains day off stuck in my head when i was designing him (i'd read a few chapters back in 2019, but forgot about it until recently. entirely possible for the image to have lodged in there and fallen loose for him!) and hazama kuroo, ginko from mushishi, olruggio from witch hat atelier, murderbot from the murderbot diaries. other inspirations i can see for him include rose from legend of dragoon and jin from samurai champloo. there's probably more but i'm forgetting them... one of my partner's inspirations for them that i can remember off the top of my head was percival de rolo.

i made him back around august/september of 2023. kea's story had holes that needed filling, and while coming up with ideas for other main and supporting characters revak came around. he's the result of an idea i left unused for kea themself; at one point i was thinking of turning kea into a monster in a very physical way, giving them the ability to shapeshift - first into a toxic eel-like creature, then into a poisonous lizard. i liked the idea of a character with a poisonous kiss, which seemed fitting for them.

kea's story needed a specific start - their character establishing moment is robbing a rich person and failing, which is how the more mundane aspects of revak's character came around. i liked the eccentric and hardworking but distant from the world/kind of naive character that resulted from me trying to justify keeping a rich guy around. eventually decided at some point that kea had enough going on as-is and slapped the "poisonous shapeshifter" aspect onto him instead, which is when revak came into the concept he is now, a venomous sea dragon shapeshifter who's estranged from his own family history and other side. there is a bit of irony in this idea, but for reasons that're secret 🤫

when my partner and i started writing together and swapping ocs around she took the lead on revak and changed him to the way he is now, fully fleshed out. one of the funnier changes they made is revak was originally supposed to be 5'11", but she took him and stretched him out to 6'4", since they tend to make taller characters.

and thats how they were made! if you want more of "what thought went into the characters" in a general sense, it was my love of hypocritical and dynamic characters that change a lot over the course of a story. they both have a lot of terrible aspects that can at times bury their strengths, and struggle with the concept of being a good person/who they are with what's been done to them. disregarding everything else, the main themes of their story and arcs are identity, coming to terms with your past, and not giving up on people.

ok thatse it 👍 thanks for getting this far. i have no clue if these words in this order makes sense

[raspberrii-soda]

yesterday between classes i made a lil drawing of candlehead to put as my pfp :D

also i finally took the time to get the textures from the sugar rush game that used to exist at some point! Some stuff i found interesting under the cut

after downloading a file from 9 years ago and battling with asset studio for a while, i ripped the files from the sugar rush speedway game that used to be on the disney page

also i found these textures which seem to be powerup placeholders(+ something that seems like from another game)

the bigger texture(mostly a font) they where on was called sciFi Atlas, but since i'm using a decompiler on a compiled game idk if thats the original name

so i wanted to see if any other projects by the same people used the stuff that was on this but i cant seem to find any sort of credits at all(unless you count the disney trademark which I do not)

what i was able to find was the thing they used for the roads(EasyRoads3D) thanks to the logo between the files

the name of the file with the sugar rush theme song is called "Sugar Rush_Eqd_1644wav_REFERENCE_21Sept2012" which may be called that bc the developers where using the song as a reference to what kinda music they should search for each track?

also

im gonna have nightmares

[30-th-century-man]

blue + 🌂🥊✂️🍀🧠💀 for any oc that strikes ur fancy :~)

youre definitely jaunting me you FREK <3 im gonna do jykst because i LOVE her! genre: sci-fi definitely , she's an alien and an aspiring tailor

love to do: sewing and embroidering and anything arts an crafts tbh but esoecially to do with fashion

hate to do: she hates eating because she's half-human and her alien half is a species name of mirian and their mobius strip ass stomaches require augmentation and prosthesis from birth to function adequately. mirians aren't well known on earth, least of all mirian-humans, and jykst's gut is visibly concave and her stomach is impacted so the doctors just went Eh whatever put her on a strict diet and monitor her condition lol. eating is a hassle !

original inspiration: ummm i cant rememberbut for her name i was using the placeholder "jinx" because i love arcane and i had to be convinced (by me) to at least morph it a bit

what i like most bout her: i like the fact that shes so reasonable despite the world constantly throwing curveballs at hjer, couldn't be me, if my mother left me because she didnt wanna bother training my empathic and telekinetic abilities i would beat ehr to death instead of just being mean 2 her

phobias: no but shes terrified of losing her connection to humanity (that happens. badly)

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

soooo i'm thinking of writing an au

just gonna throw that out there so yall won't be surprised if i randomly throw a fic or seven in your faces <3

FOR REFERENCE: this is gonna be a long post of me talking about shit i wanna write, it's mostly for my future self to look back and so i have all my thoughts in one place (i'm unorganized ok) and im publishing it so it's easier to find, but this is really mostly for my personal benefit in the future but if you all find it interesting yay thats great :)

anyhow

if i /do/ write an au, and that's a big if as my irl friends know about this acc and the teasing i could endure would be /endless/, it would be:

empires s1, with maybe some traffic characters thrown in- i don't feel like wc meshes very well with empires (else i would add it), unless the witchcraft witches were like at gem's academy or s2 shubble's witch school (OOOH that's an idea in and of itself lol

probably flower husbands based, or maybe mean gills, as they're slowly clawing up my mcyt ship tierlist... i'll have to think a bit on that one, but scott will most likely be the main character, cuz he was my very very first exposure to the wonderful world of empires and mcyt in general (found him through lauren, watched ep 1 of empires s2 and was hooked)

only very loosely based on canon events, i'd more be wanting to play around with the characters. therefore, out of the 3 ideas i have (more on that in a bit) i'd be more inclined to pick the more modern-day ones- though there would be fantasy elements of course like babe its empires

i have 3 main ideas that i feel like i could use- i'll put em in a poll if yall wanna vote, more info on each of them underneath

so yeah the first two are awfully similar- the main difference being that in the first option, the characters would be teachers, and in the second, students. imma go through all these a lil more in-depth, as i have ideas for all of them and i wanna see which one you all would rather read and i shall weigh that in on which one i'll (possibly) (ALLEGEDLY) write

teachers: scott is a teacher/the headmaster (i'll decide which later) at empires university (PLACEHOLDER NAME i swear i will come up with a better one) (probably) and jimmy is a new teacher who's just come onto the scene. he continually messes things up and scott is fed up with him and so they have a CHAT but obviously scott is traumatized by something in his past probably xornoth related or relating to one of the death games (life series) and jimmy is just CUTE but scott doesn't realize it and scott goes on being dumb about it and there is ANGST and such

students: basically the same general plot, but scott lives with horrible parents and jimmy becomes a reprieve and they become like best friends but they both have a secret crush on eachother (like in trust au omdsfksjdlkf go read it right now stop reading this rambling post and go read trust au SO GOOD SLDKFJ its by @/thetomorrowshow) and eventually scott is living at jimmy's house full time (jimmy has a cod tank in his room bc ofc) and then stuff happens heehhehehe no spoilers but again: ANGST

the main deal with these is there's ANGST (but also fluff because the two go hand in hand)

war: this is the main different one sooo it's set in the original empires world, but the cod empire and rivendell have been at war for decades and scott and jimmy hate each other but THEN they like meet one day and neither realizes who the other is until too late because they've never seen each other in real life and it's blasphemy and they like each other and all that yadayadayada ANGST

ummmmm anyway that's my fucking long rambling post done good graciousness this is the longest post i've ever done- anyway let me know (or don't, again, for my personal benefit) which one you would rather read and if any of them sound engaging at all- personally, i'm leaning towards students or war over teachers, i was full-in students but now i have so many great ideas for the war one- god i'm so messed up

that will be all

farewell

[loversj0y]

Glonk is here : )

Sorry for the terrible English in advance. I promise I usually write better than this. 

I am genuinely sorry but this blurb is 3 pages long inn gdocs im begging for your forgiveness

Thank you for responding to the art forgery ask!

I love the idea of this scrawny, broke art student who’s never done anything dangerous (except scamming rich people into buying fakes but hey they never find out anyway) creating this elaborate scam, almost a stageplay– maybe getting a film/theater student to help put some props/cool lighting so their zoom calls with the Syndicate look extra menacing, but under the mask and walmart voice changer is just this one guy/gal/glonky.  Probably researches the weather in different time zones to make it look like “Anonymous” is always on the move when they’re always in this one dingy apartment. Maybe even puts mannequins around the room to make it look more convincing– like they actually have employees. 

I also love the idea of them claiming that Anonymous is their lover. Technoblade, who had figured it out immediately, would definitely comment when February rolled around like “so valentine’s day is coming around are you going to buy anything for your significant other?”

And the student’s like– “Who?– OH RIGHT YES Anonymous my bbg yes i have some flowers picked out for them.” (techno would do this for every holiday i swear)

Also when the truth is revealed that the student IS Anonymous, Siren would definitely go: “so that means you’re single then? ;)”

Anyway… some more food for our neverending siren brainrot:

(some darker topics of child neglect/abuse here. I also used random names for some characters, but they’re just placeholders)

One night, Siren sees some kid, about 10 years old, running away from 2-3 shady individuals—probably some angry drunkards.. But bad news for the kid either way. 

He does something to get the group to leave the kid alone, then checks if he’s alright. The kid’s obviously in shock because this is one of the most dangerous men in the city asking him if he has any parents to go to. The kid is silent for a while, staring at the ground. 

“..No parents?”

“I have parents.” The kid’s voice clearly suggests that there’s something wrong with them. 

“Do you have anyone else to stay with? A friend, a grandparent?”

“My aunt/uncle/glonky ____.” The kid says. Siren nods and holds out his hand. After a few seconds of shifting nervously and eyeing the villain’s hand, the kid places his small hand in Siren’s. Siren leads him out of the alleyways, then goes up to the rooftops to watch from there, making sure the kid gets to wherever he needs to go. Finally, the kid veers left, running up to someone’s door and knocking. The lights come on, and a person answers the door, kneeling down to the kid’s height as they question him in a soft voice. Hugs are exchanged, and the kid goes back inside. Satisfied and unseen, Siren turns and walks away. 

The second time Wilbur sees the kid is during the dead of winter, when the snow coats the ground and Tommy is sledding down a hill with his two roommates. Wilbur’s sitting on a short, cobblestone wall, his back to the sidewalk as he watches his brother and his friends. Looking left, he spies the kid and his aunt/uncle/glonky making their way down the icy sidewalk, hand in hand. The kid looks much happier than before, and he’s babbling about something that had happened at school, as the other occasionally gives murmurous, quiet answers to the kid’s statements but usually listens in silence..The two enter the park and sit on a bench. The boy continues swinging his feet as he talks.

 The aunt/uncle/glonky (im just gonna call them the reader from now on im so done) buys the kid a waffle stick and they sit. the kid sidles up to the reader, his chatter slowing to a stop as the reader motions him to be quiet for a moment as they pull out their phone, dialing a number and holding the phone to their ear. The reader gives the boy’s hand a squeeze, and waits for the line to pick up. 

the line picks up and finally the reader speaks “Hey Rachel, I just got Morris back from school—- oh. Is Rachel there? …can you pass on my message? Thanks, Cora. (….) No. (…) Yeah. …I see.” their face tightens in displeasure, but makes no rude remark. Do you know when it’ll be over? …where is he supposed to go, then? (…) Yeah, yeah of course he’ll stay overnight. That’s… that’s fine. It’s just… nevermind. No, no, it’s not a problem at all. Thank you Cora. Tell Rachel I said hi." They hang up the phone and plop it back in her bag with thinly veiled frustration, then turn to the kid with a tight-lipped smile. The kid isn’t smiling anymore, he’s staring at the ground.

“Hey.. how about we go get some waffles? I think the stand is open.” they ask, and the kid brightens, nodding and standing up, grabbing the reader’s hand as they make their way across the field. 

Eventually, the two come back, Sitting back on the bench. The reader holds a hot coffee while Morris chows down on one of those portable waffle triangles, holding it with a napkin as to not get his hands sticky with the syrup (he probably will, anyway, but oh well)

Wilbur’s third sighting of Morris is less pleasant. It feels like years ago that he had found Morris being chased by adult men and scared them off, bringing Morris to the reader’s house, the first time he saw them— even if it was only a few weeks ago. In one of the suburban, one-floor houses with a small flat lawn, he spots a figure of a small boy. It’s dusk, so the shadows make it hard to tell, but he figures it out. It’s Morris. What are the odds? That must be his actual house. he watches the boy slip out from the garden and head down the sidewalk. Eventually, the kid hears siren and turns around in surprise. He looks tired, with dried tear stains on his face. There’s a wet stain on his shoulder, of an odd red color— but it’s not blood. “Oh… it’s you…” the kid eyes the villain nervously. Siren had saved him last time.. but he’s still understandably cautious. upon closer look, the stain seems to be wine. And the jacket has some broken glass fragments (nothing too dangerous, basically dust) embedded in it). He decides not to ask (the kid doesnt look to keen on talking), and walks the kid home again. 

A few minutes later, they reach the reader’s house. They’re  in their  backyard, and see them before Siren can move away. What they see is Morris with a red-stained shirt (it's too dark for them to tell it's not blood) and one of the city's most dangerous supervillains next to him. Understandably, they gets the wrong impression, and soon WIlbur finds himself pinned to a wall, their arm across his throat (jus holding hm there, not choking him). He can feel their breath on his face, their torso pressed against his as they hold a gardening shovel to his throat. they’re really close. how'd they manage to attack and pin a famous supervillain so quickly? Siren really should learn to keep his guard up. 

Anyway… i don’t really want to write out the rest of this so here’s a quick summary of the rest: 

Morris convinces the reader not to kill siren

Wilbur gets closer to the two. 

Yes, Morris’ mother is quite an alcoholic and the reader ends up raising the kid most of the time. They can’t call CPS because 1) they are paranoid and don’t trust the authorities and 2) are kind of have a criminal record and can’t bring attention to themselves. If CPS was called, morris would end up in foster care. The reader would never be able to adopt him, and because they are.. Flawed, at best (their only redeeming quality being their love for morris tbh), they don’t trust anyone else with him. 

Just Siren getting dragged into and invested in the lives of this one kid with a bad home life and a woman trying her best to improve both of their situations. 

Maybe when he’s close enough to Morris and the reader, he can convince the reader to let the SBI family adopt Morris.  And also take them out on a date in the process because YKNOW THATS what we are here for

GLONK REVEALLLLL

also omg PLEASEEE i can just imagine going to the film students being like

“hey. could i get you guys to help me film something? i can pay”

“hm? sure what is it”

“uh a live feed recording tricking the syndicate into thinking i am a person known as Anonymous.”

“… like. as… as a joke? like fake?”

“no. very real. you in?”

and them just being like. yeah fuck it why not.

also protective siren <3 him seeing a child in need and being reminded of himself when he was younger maybe too, thinking like he needs to make sure this kid is safe, and reader is just like aggressive as fuck because they wont let anyone hurt morris either but siren is just like

“wow. you’re pinning me to the wall. this is kind of hot ngl” and just falling in love bc reader is just So protective and caring and wilbur wants to make sure the kid is taken care of so he (definitely kindly and definitely without threatening) talks sense into his parents to let the SBI adopt the kid which also forces reader to have a reason to go to SBI’s house and siren is just :) :) so pleased abt it

glonk ur ideas are amazing i love them

[the-mold-is-coming]

PINTEREST PROTECTS THE THIEVES.

look at this.

To get something taken down they need all this information about me (what is there are the default placeholders.)

like, i get it somewhat, but i dont want to give these people my information. shit is on my accounts and websites, copyright law says i own the copyright to my work the moment it's created

it makes it hard for people who have their artwork on repost accounts. im just complaining about my own stuff being there, they already have my email to contact me, i get the name part, but why my exact adress? why do they need my phone number?

dude i said i made it i have proof i made it, youre just after my stuff, most people wont fill it out and shit will remain the same im kinda mad

like, not even i wanna go through with it and this gets me angry, like, i got a thing from deviantart protect saying someone had something that looked like my art and it immediately went "begin takedown process go check to see if its really your art or a false alarm" (it was a false alarm)

a lot of artists dont put shit on pinterest, all their art side kinda lives on third parties uploading it and this sucks

youre all gonna tell me its some legal shit and that im wrong but tell me if this doesnt stop you from reporting it and getting it taken down, tell me this doesnt discourage you with a straight face and then well talk

[the-blivyverse]

Ok! Character Info Dump Time!!!

I've had these guys rattling around in my brain and marinading in daydreams for a while now so I've decided to officially give them spots in the scrimblo roster.

First three are togther! The first two are actually even closer togther than the third one. Idk I just made them and ended up also giving them dynamics with eachother.

Warhawk <- placeholder name but I might make it a moniker she often is known by by others. I was also thinking Kaylus for her name cuz it means "troublemaker" but I'm still unsure... ) She's a highly intelligent highly skilled indivdual who goes around stirring up conflict between factions, be it by stealing important items, instigating gang wars/fights etc. I haven't decided why exactly she does this yet? But I was thinking she just does it out of bordem, becuase she's some sort of guns for hire, or becuase she just enjoys the rush of adrenilin that she gets from it all. Perhaps it's a mixture of all three. She's very much not a morall person though. Personalitywise, she's very level headed and calm most of the time, at least she is compared to her sole companion who's up next.

Weapons Dealer <- ALSO a placeholder name. Weapons Dealer is much more chaotic than her cooler counterpart. And by chaotic I mean absolutely unhinged. She has a very vibrant and animated personality unlike Warhawk and always has a bright smile and a wild look in her eyes. I've got more of an idea of how she looks unlike Warhawk. Her palletes gonna have a LOT of pink in it cuz idk it just fits her in my head. Like her hairs gonna be all pink. She has a very big passion for weaponry and LOVES designing them. She doesn't care too much about money. All she cares about is her employers lending her the necessary resources to create her massive weapons of mass destruction. She just wants to blow shit up. That's it. This is why she sticks around Warhawk; because, as she puts it, "She lets me do whatever I want"

This is entirely what Warhawk and Weapons Dealer's partnership is based off of. They find eachother equally useful. Weapons Dealer provides Warhawk with very useful and effective weaponry, and Warhawk provides many oppertinities and chances to build and test out her creations on whatever Warhawk's next target is. Easy to say, they are both walking a very fine line between chaotic neutral and chaotic evil. idk man I just wanted to make characters that are agents of chaos with zero morals ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Beastcharmer <- placeholder name~ I was thinking maybe Faunia for a name but idk yet Beastcharmer has the ability to befriend any sort of creature, regardless of how hostile they are. She's just very friendshaped to them I guess. She's also got a pet mimic named Nym who spends a majority of her time coiled around Beastcharmer's neck as a scarf(Nym can only change into inanimate objects). Now THIS is where things get interesting. Unlike the last two, Beastcharmer actually has morals. She's much more gentle than they both are and serves as their temporary moral compass. I say temporary because Beastcharmer is classified as a Heightened in their "world".

(I forget if I've ever talked about "The Inbetween City" <- placed holder name number 4 here before. I'm only gonna talk about the parts that are relevent to these characters in this post though so I guess if anyone is really interested enough about it, they can ask. Other than that, im skimming over this.)

So it's very dangerous to associate with a Heightened in the inbetween city since they are seen as incredibly valuable to a certain powerful party that oversees the city in its entirety. I don't really have a name for them so I call them HQ in the meantime. HQ has no quarrel in harming citizens that get inbetween them and their retrieval of Heighteneds so both Warhawk and Weapons Dealer are fully prepared to ditch Beastcharmer if she were to ever end up on the HQ's radar and become a target. Beastcharmer's abilities are concealable though so she's undetectable at the moment. Warhawk and Weapons Dealer think Beastcharmer doesn't know about this failsafe plan, but she in fact does. Why she continues to follow them regardless of this, she doesn't really know.

That's all I got for now. I've actually got one more character to talk about but I don't wanna make this post too long...

[paradoxbeta]

>:)

this is gonna be very brief but random bullshit GO

this one is (a draft of) eleven electric leaps, aka eel! hes a little off his rocker but in a playful, sort of funny way that sometimes makes you forget he's definitely not all there in the head. his design isnt quite done but for now i like his colors and his cape and his lack of rational judgement. also was friends with looks to the moon pre-collapse because why not

this one is... blue.

iterator names are *not* my strong suit so ive been holding off on giving him an actual name, which means that hes "blue" for now. hes a fun guy and pretty down to earth, and also reminds me of the tropics for some reason. unfortunately he gets put through a mental washing machine and then gets mailed a pipe bomb. you know how it is with iterators, always getting into some sort of nonsense (distant explosion)

this is a handful of drafts for a fan rain world species i also have yet to properly name. dunno if this counts as an oc and theyre definitely not iterators but its going here anyway. still not sure of the specific direction i want to take these guys in but im generally happy with them as a concept

this fellow is also unnamed, oops. hes a grumpy guy who's hellbent on finding the great solution and maybe needs to learn what humor and whimsy is. definitely a good emotional mediator but so, so bad at parties. i think he would have interesting reactions to the horrors

this one is known as The Librarian but is otherwise STILL UNNAMED. WOW i did not realize this many of my characters had placeholder names whoops. regardless, shes an information fanatic and has a number of pearls that would make scavengers weep tears of joy. no nonsense, but not absurdly uptight. this character may or may not be HEAVILY inspired by wickerbottom dont starve

bonus, this is annie. not much to say, i just like drawing her and she is very important

do you have any iterator ocs of your own?

yes! maybe too many

assuming i haven't forgotten anyone, i have 11 iterator ocs, plus a joke(?) one which could make it 12. they showed up one day and decided to never leave my brain

[therealyaspen]

Nightmares and Night Talks

In which Elio has a bad dream and a few bad feelings that go with it, Sneasels are light sleepers, and a certain Warden has some words of comfort.

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This is for an AU from @waywardstation's askbox. The general idea is "more wormholes/distortions/rifts end up opening up in modern-day, and more kids come through! Ingo adopts all of them because he is Ingo" and the general tag for it is "PAPA INGO AU". I'm thinking about calling my version something else, one because I feel bad stealing someone else's AU name and two because everyone seems to be kinda going a little bit of their own direction with it?? I dunno. The names "Wayward Passengers" and "Wayward Protags" kinda popped into my brain so. Maybe?

Anyway enough rambling! Here's the fic! Can't really think of any content that needs a warning for this one so enjoy!!

Oh and since I've seen people do this, the word count is 1495!!

It's quiet.

Elio's footsteps echo on the floor, tap-tapping as he walks through what must be a wide-open room. It's harshly illuminated by blinding artificial lights, but he can't see through the thick fog that blankets the area. Every single sound seems to be a thousand times louder than normal. His breathing seems to fill the room, and his heartbeat is like a drum in his head.

It's cold, too; Elio shivers and holds his arms close to his body. Something tells him that this place, with its bright white lights and its unnatural fog and its metal floors, it isn't right. Something bad is going on. He doesn't know how he knows it, but there's a feeling that he has to stop it.

Something tells him that if he doesn't, it will be bad.

So he presses on, until he's inches away from a looming pillar. The fog is beginning to thin out. Upon further inspection, the pillar is made of glass, with some design inside of it. It vaguely resembles a pokemon…

Then he puts his hand to it, and it sticks for a second before he pulls it away, stinging cold. Ice? The fog continues to thin out, and Elio stares at the design, trying to figure out what exactly is in there. He squints hard at it, like it'll help that much more, like it'll… it'll…

Elio yanks back as he realizes that he's staring into the blank eyes of a Pikachu, lifeless and frozen in the pillar. His scream mingles with high laughter from somewhere in the fog, and the scene shifts and morphs to some kind of cavern, dark and dank with odd multicolored crystals and fungi sprouting from the walls and floors. Elio stumbles back as the cackling woman is… absorbed?? by a strange creature. Her laughter becomes burbled, her eyes vacant, and a girl next to him screams.

He should know them.

He needs to know them.

Why doesn't he know them??

—

Elio wakes with a start, flinging his blankets across the room. They land beside Calem with a soft thwap, but his roomate doesn't so much as stir. He sits there for a moment, panting and staring wide-eyed at absolutely nothing, before drawing his knees close to his chest and burying his face in his arms.

Those people… that girl and that woman, he knew them. There was a familiarity about them that dangled right in front of him, so tauntingly close but ultimately out of reach.

Elio hates these dreams. It isn't always the same faces, the same places, but it's always the same achingly familiar feeling coupled with a face he knows he should recognize, but… the details are fading even now, into a fuzzy blur of "I should know who they are" that makes everything inside twist up and hurt.

There's scrabbling at the door, and the handle jiggles a little. Elio sniffs, then wipes his face with his arm. He knows what this is, it's happened before. More times than he tries to let himself think of. 

The scratching persists until Elio gets up to open the door, and he forces himself to smile for his visitor. It's a Sneasel, looking up at him with worried red eyes. She mewls, then carefully grabs him by the wrist and gently, so as to not accidentally poison him, guides him out of his room. He knows the route and could certainly get to where he's going on his own, but it feels nice to let someone else lead for a bit.

Sneasel leads him to the only other opened door, then points inside and chirps at him. Elio pats her on the head and whispers, "Thank you." She gives him a mrrp in response and snuggles into the touch. Not sure if the one resident of the room is awake, he opts to knock on the door frame a few times. 

"Come in," says a sleepy-sounding voice from within, and Elio obliges, pushing the door more open to fit through. A lantern is lit, if dimly, and Sneasel unsurprisingly patters over to it. Elio is close behind, and kind eyes wait for both of them. 

"Sorry to wake you, Ingo," he apologizes. Ingo shakes his head and pulls Sneasel into his lap.

"It's quite alright, I would not have woken up had Sneasel not alerted me. I'm happy to listen or help if I am able, was it bad dreams again?" When Elio nods, Ingo pats a spot on the bed next to him. Elio sits down, and Ingo has his arm around his shoulders for all of about five seconds before Elio starts to crack.

"I miss them," he says, leaning into the hug. He's not just talking about the girl and the woman–somehow, he doesn't feel as horrible about her–but the two boys he'd dreamed about too, the man in the white coat and the woman who talked about space and science. "I miss them and I don't even know them. I did, but I don't anymore, and it hurts, and they were so important to me, I know they were, but nothing's there! I…"

Elio hesitates for a moment. Tears roll down his face and Ingo has to stop Sneasel from trying to wipe them away. He pets the pokemon between the ears, takes a deep breath, and says, "I feel like a bad friend, because I don't remember anything about them."

Ingo pulls him in closer, and Elio sobs into his chest. They stay like that for a while, Elio crying and Ingo making soothing shushing sounds. Sneasel, not one to be left out, nuzzles right up to Elio's face. At some point, Ingo starts stroking his back in gentle, slow circles. It reminds Elio of his mother, how can he still remember her?, and he slowly calms down.

After a few minutes, he pulls away and sniffles, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The front of Ingo's undershirt is soaked with tears and snot, but he doesn't even seem to notice. Instead, his eyes are soft and trained on Elio. "You are not a bad friend, Elio," he says quietly. "The train you boarded was entirely out of your control, with a conductor who left you stranded and alone. You can't blame yourself for any memories you lost." When Elio doesn't look convinced, Ingo sighs. "Is Bren to blame for his loss of his entire identity?"

"What? No, of course not!" Elio stares at Ingo. How could he even ask that? 

Ingo scratches Sneasel underneath the chin. "Bravo, exactly. Though you arrived in different conditions, you both took similar lines to get here, by no choice of your own. We all did. You aren't a bad friend, Elio, because you didn't choose to forget them."

Elio looks down at Sneasel and fiddles with her feather. "What if I did, though? I mean, I can't remember, what if there was a choice, and I made it and decided to forget them for… something, I don't know!"

"I don't even believe that to be a possibility," Ingo says simply.

"But what if–"

"Elio." Ingo's tone is equal parts stern and gentle. "You and all of the others are some of the most wonderful passengers I've had the honor of conducting. You are all extraordinary in many areas, and one that you all excel in is your compassion for people and pokemon. While you may have your mischievous moments, your goal is never to hurt anyone and everyone makes it to the station safely. You value the feelings and wellbeing of others greatly, and that is a quality you should pride yourselves on. So no, I don't believe that you, or any of the others, either, willingly chose to arrive at this destination." 

For a moment, Elio just lets the words sit. They sort of ping around in his head like… he’s sure there’s a comparison he can make, something he knows or used to know, but it doesn’t come to him. Whatever it was, he has a feeling it was funny. Still, Elio doesn’t dwell on it. Instead, he relaxes into the hug Ingo draws him in and tries to focus on the now, on the good things. He’s in a village instead of wandering the wilds, and he has Ingo and the others. They’re family, or as close to one as any of them have here, and they’re here for each other when someone’s sad or scared, like now. He’s got a Sneasel trying to butt into the hug.

He’s okay.

He’s not a bad friend.

And some day, he and everyone else will go home, to where they belong.

Eventually, they end up pulling out one of the spare bedrolls that Ingo keeps in his room for situations like these. And in the morning, Ingo’s not surprised at all to see that same bedroll empty and hear a neighbor shriek in surprise. The shriek is followed by laughter, and Ingo doesn’t need to strain to hear the slap of a high-five and a pair of kids giggling.

[emdotcom]

Found old pitch scripts for my batim comic w/ my self insert character. Genuinely good stuff, I can't believe I scrapped this?

[catboy-joyfriend]

how many pillows do your ocs sleep with

oho

Moxie: They used to travel too much to have a choice in the matter, since he usually stayed at inns, but currently at Trollskull Manor I'd say she sleeps with a lot of pillows but most of them r like. uncomfortable decorative ones because xyr a showoff

Odera: A few but not too many, like 3 maybe

Zayn: it doesnt sleep.

June: like 2

Cherry: Varies because they're always being washed due to bloodstains

Kimon: Like 2

Ariadne: 4

Sun: I can't talk about her backstory here so 😉 but as for during the campaign she's likely mostly gonna be camping and staying in inns so *shrug*. I'd say her preference but she doesn't know

Natalia: 4

Connor: 4 cuz he and Natalia share a bed HFHFHD

Serendipity: 3

[bosspigeon]

so i made my new orc werewolf soon-to-be-thief guy, forgot it was the full moon, went to sleep at the Bannered Mare, and woke up to transform and aggro the entire town, booked it, and found a bandit camp to chow down on