#im sorry I am not tagging everyone here

[ya-boi-alex]

Some WIPs that I'll never finish sadly. If anything, maybe I'll redraw some of them one day. Artstyle changes n all

[honeyhobbs]

I never get tired of drawing his face it's so fun

[taio-kyo]

Ultrakill brainrot doodles because tomorrow is my bday and I'm allowed to indulge :]

S-0 scares me.

[lovesickeros]

can.. can I ask for an affectionate reader with characters who aren’t normally like… used to the love? like, not just through words but physical affection like hand-holding, kisses, hugs, all that shebang. probably with a few people like yelan, ei, basically any character that is either cut-off from society or seems socially distant or isolated. 😞

☆ affectionate reader with yelan, ei, & furina

[ 4.2 Archon Quest spoilers ]

× yelan

Varies between how you display your affection, to be honest. Just like being affectionate with people? She's cool with it as long as you don't pop by while she's working (mostly because she'll end up dragging you into it for a bit of fun). I don't think she's all that touchy feely herself, but she'll absolutely get you gifts instead– like pretty knick nacks? She'll make sure to snag any she thinks you might like. Like a good meal? Sure, she'll take you out to one of the restaurants in the city, doesn't matter how expensive. Her treat. If you do prefer physical gifts rather then being taken out, you'll eventually get used to the random unmarked letters and packages showing up where your staying pretty often. It's obvious to know who it came from even if she never signs anything.

Flirty reader, though? Whole nother can of worms and now it's a challenge. The more confident you are the more interested she is. The other acolytes would absolutely seethe at the idea but she has no hesitation at just straight up flirting back– she's as charismatic as they come and she's got a poker face that's basically impenetrable. She'll probably also make a bet to see who cracks first (she always wins, unsurprisingly). Probably won't get dragged into any of her schemes this way but if you ask politely maybe she'll consider it, anyway.

The smell of freshly brewed tea and the clatter of dice across wood was a common sight at the Yanshang Teahouse– less common was the woman secluded in the far corner, her lips pulled into a grin that flashed fangs and a look that would scare off the most confident of men.

She'd normally try to scope out any new blood that'd made the mistake of stepping into her teahouse and was equally stupid enough to accept a gamble against her just for the thrill of it, but she was far too absorbed in the warm body at her side, one of her die clasped tightly in their hand as she guided them through the motions– they had a knack for it, she had to admit. The thought made her preen, the clatter of the die as it rolled across the table giving her that subtle, familiar rush.

Even if she knew exactly where it'd land.

"Six. Hm, maybe you're just lucky," She muses, plucking the die from the table and holding it up to her eye like a prized jewel, "Or maybe you're not as innocent as you'd have us believe." There's a sharp glint in her eyes at the prospect, but everyone else has the sense to keep their heads down and their words to themselves as she tosses the die herself.

"So why don't we find out and make a bet, just between you and me?"

× ei

Varies between Ei and the Shogun, because you'll probably be seeing either as much as the other. Sometimes you gotta really squint to tell who it is sometimes, but you get used to it. Both are fairly similar, though, in that their first instinct (especially in public) is to tense up like you're about to attack them or something. Difference is Ei eventually relaxes after a solid minute of trying to process your sudden affection and, if no one else is around, she might even reciprocate. Just don't tease her for being a little stiff and awkward about it, she's trying. That's what happens when your only company is a robot and uh. Nothing. For like 500 years. She's trying. Raiden, on the other hand, is just about as awkward as you can imagine. She's polite (blunt) about it because Ei is fond of you and also you are. The Creator. But she's not really built to deal with personal relationships and so she doesn't know how to deal with affection.

..Depending on what you do you may or may not blue screen Ei hard enough that she retreats back to PoE

Ei usually isn't fond of sitting still, unless it's to meditate. At least then she goes in with a purpose, something to achieve– but now, she's just focused on trying not to make a fool of herself. Her muscles are starting to ache from how hard she's tensing, though, in an effort to sit as straight and still as possible as their hands glide through her hair, weaving it into a single braid.

She can just barely hear the subtle lilt of their voice as they hum– and though it is soothing, it is also..very distracting. She can't focus long enough to try and meditate, too lost in the gentle rise and fall of their voice and the care they take to braid her hair. If she'd had a heart, she'd sure it'd be beating so wildly against her ribcage they could hear it.

But then it stops– their hands fall back to their sides and their humming falters. She freezes, too, racking her brain for any slights she must have committed. Instead, she is met with a calm, tender touch on the back of her neck, making her inhale sharply.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Ei? You're so tense.." She has to grit her teeth to stop herself from bowing so low her head presses against the ground, her hands folded in her lap, clenching instinctively. "..No, Divine One." She answers simply, trying to contain the adoration swelling in her chest.

Yet as much as she tries to relax, to ease their worries, she finds that she cannot.

"Hm." That small murmur, a simple sound that nearly made her jump, was the only warning she got before they scooted closer, wrapping their arms around her stomach and resting their chin on her shoulder with a grin she would liken to Miko's, if she dared to make such a comparison. "Really?"

She swears she must've been feverish at the affection, lightheaded and dazed until she thought she might simply perish at the brush of their hands against her own.

Much to her embarrassment, however, she doesn't realize she's instinctively pulled back into Plane of Euthymia until she sees the familiar dull purples engulf her vision once again.

Though only a small solace, it seemed a little..brighter, this time.

× furina

Varies between pre 4.2 and post 4.2 archon quests to be honest.

Pre 4.2 she comes off as very vain– of course the most Divine would see fit to spoil her with affection! She deserves it, and is obviously their favorite! Just don't look too hard because she's terrible at hiding how flustered she actually is. Absolutely goes home right after and screams into her pillow for at least thirty minutes minimum.

Post 4.2 she's a lot more openly bashful and flustered. She's really not used to affection and even the smallest show of it has her folding immediately. Now that she doesn't need to worry about being found out she's a lot more receptive to affection. Cup her cheeks and compliment her and her knees are buckling. Like. Especially weak for compliments and praise (she deserves it. please spoil her).

She swears she must be hallucinating– she had been having trouble sleeping recently. But..no. The visage of the Creator was as real as the sweat beading on her brow as she stared at them for a long, awkward moment. Should..she let them in? But then they'd see the pathetic state she was in, and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself in front of them-!

Her choice was quickly made for her, anyway, as she let out an undignified squeak of surprise when they suddenly tugged her forward into their chest, enclosing her in a hug.

Her first reaction was to freeze– her second was becoming absolutely flustered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink and her mouth closing and opening as she tried to find her words.

"I– ah..um." She stumbled over her words instead, floundering like a fish out of water. Yet she felt a distinct sense of emptiness wash over her when they finally pulled back, looking a touch sheepish. "Sorry, sorry– you just looked like you needed a hug."

The silence spoke for itself, her shoulders tensing slightly. But the way the concern and affection bled through their voice made her waver, her hands trembling as she let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a sigh.

"It's..It's fine! Fine, I'm fine." She repeated, trying desperately to ignored the way her voice cracked and how hot her face felt– though it was more an attempt to affirm herself that she was not thinking about how warm they felt, how much she..actually enjoyed the hug. She wasn't thinking about it all! Absolutely not!

..Maybe a little.

"Just warn me next time, please?"

[smilebug]

alright call me crazy but. how do folks feel about an android wall-e jesskas au

[clowningcrows]

sorry this is the ONLY discourse ill allow myself to participate in post finale of agatha all along (or i fear i will lose my mind entirely), but DAMN some people out here rn after the finale being like “i’m sorry you didn’t get the agathario smut you wanted” BITCH!!!! I WASNT ASKING FOR THEM TO FUCK ON SCREEN!!!! i didn’t even need them to get together or even get any semblance of a happy ending!!! i didn’t expect a happy ending in the least tbh!!!!! but you know what i did expect? a final ending. a wrap up. a satisfying and complete finale. a conclusion that actually answers any one of my remaining questions or gave us more context for scenes that we’ve been missing context on the entire time. and i’m sorry but this finale didn’t do that at all. and it’s obviously not bury your gays but jesus christ it wasn’t a good conclusion either. at best it’s honestly a cheap set up for a season two or further content with billy that will prob include bits and pieces of agatha

[bidokja]

I thought you kin kdj?

anon i hope this is a joke cause if this is a genuine question it is the singlemost scathing read i have ever recieved in my life 👏 bravo

[dusty-pistol]

Public announcement /silly

@themostsanebug, my bad if you're asleep rn then uh IGNORE THIS NOTIFICATION and GO BACK TO BED!! A fly needs his rest and all that

[hobgobbin]

Opinions on the God of War men

[ajdrawshq]

i can almost guarantee ive said it before but. he would thrive in a zero escape game

[megatraven]

hi my friends!!!!!!!!!! i love you :]

[dailydegurechaff]

You don't have to reply to this, but I am very happy to stumble across a non-problematic Youjo Senki fanpage. 💖

Thank you very much!! I'll continue to do my best!

[im-still-watching-anime]

one piece is crazy fr like what do you mean you’re following up Everyone’s Dead™️ with Objectifying Women: The Arc™️

[mcybree]

Im doing a lot of thinking abt why roleplaying feels different/less natural for me in beastlife s4 in comparison to s3, and i think it’s because there’s ways i know i should be feeling (based on the perception of my character— when i was fresh out of s2 nobody knew enough about my guy to have opinions) vs how i am feeling. I’m catching myself thinking, “it wouldn’t make sense for my character to [blank],” and it’s like… what do i mean by that. what do i mean that this feeling im having in-session “wouldnt make sense for my character” to feel? It might be surprising to other beasts who know me for one thing and expect consistency, i guess?? but in s3 i just acted on feelings and then shit happened. what. why am i trying to enforce a character that does not exist when the strength of mcrp lies in its improvisational nature. I didn’t write this guy on purpose, why am i trying to write him now

[nohrslittleflower]

attention; or lack thereof,

Cute little ball drabble? Wrong. Pipe bomb.

Growing up, Elise had only ever wanted one thing.

She runs through the castle halls, giggling as ever, throwing the door to her mother’s room open eagerly. Her mouth opens, hands lifted to present her mother with her newest creation, but not even air escapes before she’s halted. “Elise, please. My head…” Her mother winces, and her eagerness fades. 

“O-Oh. Sorry, mother…” Her smile falls to an expression of guilt, and her hands lower alongside, gift still clasped tightly within them. Though the momentary glint of the gift from its second in the light doesn’t go unnoticed by her mother, who sits up to mention it. “Is that a necklace?”Elise lights up once more, scrambling over to her mother’s bedside so that her mother can take the carefully crafted necklace from her hands. “Y-Yeah! I made—“ “It’s from King Garon, isn’t it?”

Her mother hums, snatching the necklace from her hands and holding it up to the light as she watches the reflection off of each and every one of the mismatched gems, each chosen without an overall symmetry in mind. Only chosen because the little princess had thought her mother might like them. “Hm. Not the prettiest thing, but it’s that thought that counts. And that means he was thinking of me! Oh, Elise, isn’t it wonderful? He does care!”

She feels like she’s been punched. But at least her mother is in a good mood! That’s what matters! Maybe she’ll feel well enough to listen, just for a minute...! “So… since I delivered it, can you play with me? I thought of this great new game— you wouldn’t even have to get out of bed! We can just—“

“Later, Elise.” But later never comes.

“I don’t feel well today, Elise.” But she says that every day.

She tries to be understanding. She knows her mother is sick, it’s not her fault. So all she can do is try. Try to help. Try to get her mother everything she can think she might need before even the nurses can, hoping only to hear a semblance of ‘good job, Elise’. Try to be a constant source of positivity, to cheer her up, so her mother doesn’t feel any worse.

Try to learn healing magic, in hopes that maybe, just maybe she’ll be good enough one day to heal her mother.

And maybe, just maybe, she’ll tell her she’s proud of her.

She looks down, backing away from her mother’s bedside. It’s stupid to cry over this. It doesn’t matter. She just doesn’t feel good, it’s not her fault. She can try again tomorrow. “…okay…” The door clicks shut.

When the day comes that her mother weakens to the point of no return, when she’s finally allowed close enough for long enough to hold her mother’s hand. Something she’d hoped for for so long, yet now that she has it a choked sob of “Mother….” Is all she can manage. A silent plea of ‘look at me’, of ‘pay attention to me’. A silent cry of ‘love me’. 

Her mother’s voice speaks, quietly and weakly, but Elise hears it as clearly as if it were the loudest scream. “…where’s…” The princess’s head perks up, eyes filled with the light of hope that flickers to life in her heart. ‘My baby’? ‘My daughter’? ‘My princess’? ‘Elise’? “…King Garon…?”

Her mother’s hand falls limp in her grasp. She’s shoved aside by all manner of adults the moment it happens, none taking even a moment to notice the silent tears of the little girl beside them. 

Growing up, all Elise had ever wanted was her mother’s attention.

But she’d never have it.

[juniperberrypipebomb]

i think me having access to photoshop shouldn't be allowed

Everything that could go wrong with this did go wrong