#liberty lurker

[bionic-baby]

Never zoom in on Lady Liberty:

[nightdancersnest]

Okay with permission obtained from @tomhoppusdelonge here is hands down my favorite piece of art I've posted to this blog so far! (and among my favorite pieces I've made in a hot minute)

In my head I've been affectionately referring to this drawing as "Orkangel Tomabyte" which is as good a title as any :3

[daemonbrain]

Part 2

1.8k, cw: ghosts a pervert, smut, readers husband is piece of work, not proofread.

Simon Riley who first saw you at the butcher's shop on the phone. 

You were a pretty thing. Wearing a pink little yoga set, one arm holding your mat and the other holding your phone to your ear as you wait for the butcher to bring out your cut of meat.

Which was taking a long time

Simon would’ve had it chopped and packed to go by now. Though, he can’t complain with the view he has of your ass- you. The man was touch starved. He hadn’t been back home in a while, back-to-back deployments keeping him occupied. His only company being his calloused and scraped hands roughly jerking himself until he came, bordering on unpleasurable. Not what some could consider enjoyable, but try being in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere for weeks on end and see if you care so much about gentle.

The borderline perverted look you were blissfully unaware of was tracking down your form. He stared at the way the material tightly clung on to every bit of you in a welcoming way, a second skin. The sweat on you from your little session.

Just how flexible does yoga make a bird like you?

It was only when he heard a grating sound come from your phone that he snapped out of his trance. Even with his bad ears from all the bullets whizzing past him, bombs going off within meters of him, and the usual shit show he did for a living he could hear the voice which bled through your phone's speaker.

"Get me a steak this time. Nonna that nasty shit from last time!"

You hurriedly turned your volume down as it blasted in your ear, startled by the voice. Chewing on your lip you pivoted towards the counter to see if your order had been brought out; the motion to no avail as the employee continued chopping away in the back room.

It was only when your other hand came into full view from the motion he noticed the absolute rock on your finger.

"Honey, I thought the salmon was pretty good." That prick clearly firing something back as you winced away from your phone once again. Gritting your teeth as if biting back your arguments, looking around to occupy your time as the man on the phone continues to speak. "I know... I'm sorry. Don't worry, it'll be ready by 7." You placatingly cooed.

"Listen, I have to go. I love y-" You began, but the moment the words tumbled from your lips you pulled the phone fully from your cheek to see a blank screen with the time staring back on you. The asshole hung up!

What a fuckin tosser.

Simon hears the butcher finally call your name with familiarity and with a sigh you step towards the counter. 

He leaned on to the wall further as he had been the entire time. Silent. Unsettling. A stark contrast to your bright appearance in the shop, the larger man brooded in his corner waiting his turn.

“See ya’ next Friday!” You still managed a bright smile at the butcher who handed you your meat.

A mild thing like you really shouldn’t be talked to so thoughtlessly, some guys are fuckwits though. He never liked the type. Why lock a bird down with a ring if you were gonna be mean to her?

“S’cuse me sir, i’m just gonna push past you here” You asked. With widened eyes, Simon gruffly mumbled a “Yeah,” out before creating a stupidly small space.

Maybe he really did want you to push past him. Or just push up on him but oh well.

Sweeping past him, you give him a toothy smile as you had so sweetly done to the butcher, as if you hadn’t got yelled at less than five minutes ago. God you really have no common sense, beaming up at the lurker in the corner at least twice your size. A girl as pretty as you should really stick to herself.

From that interaction on, Simon found himself being guided by the memory of you back to the butcher shop the next Friday.

And the next…

And the next.

Every week progressively standing closer and closer to you as you picked up your usual order. One day you had taken the liberty of starting small talk with him after recognizing his unmistakable stature. After all, there were only so many people you had seen in this shop and none so… large.

You could not deny you found this mystery man disquieting. Always dressed in dark colours, not so much as a word coming from him. Like clockwork you would come in after hot yoga, greet the butcher, he would come in, silence would ensue as you both waited for your meat, and you would leave with a quick smile.

It was rude. He had never even said a simple hello to you! Though, you suppose that it could be due to your own curt exits. The thought of the unkindness you might’ve exhibited subconsciously sent your mind into a spiral, leading to your abrupt introduction.

After all, who were you to judge! Kindness is and should always be the response in your books.

At this kindness, Simon swore he had to take a breath in as you politely outstretched your hand and spoke your name casually. Tilting his head down to your face he raises a brow skeptically, and then firmly shakes your head.

He failed to hide the shudder which wracked his body. The way your hand effortlessly slipped into his. Soft and manicured engulfed in his.

“Simon.”

“Well it’s good to meet you Simon” With the twinkly little smile you would grace him as you hauled it out of the shop. He felt the shiver go down his spine a second time when you spoke his name for the first time.

And then- it happened.

You giggled. A soft thing, no doubt intended to be small. It wasn’t to Simon though. It reverberated throughout the room, rang so prettily in his ears. Fuck. He would remember that sound later on tonight.

“Are you cold? You keep shivering. It’s pretty harsh out there right now.”

“Nah. Not really.” His accent thick as he shrugged.

Letting out a little “mhm” you nod and look back to the counter.

“I was freezing outside! Usually I walk home-” Simon already knew that “-but today I called my husband to come grab me! Way too cold!”

That visibly made him stiffen. Of course. Perfectly normal that guy is coming to get you, he’d be an idiot to leave you walking home alone in the cold.

If you were his girl, Simon wouldn’t have let you out of his sight. Fuck sakes you practically had “come mess with me” written all over you. There were creeps all over the place nowadays, (thought the creep).

He would’ve carried everything for you, scarfed down whatever the hell you had taken the time to prepare him. That husband of yours doesn’t like your salmon? Simon would. Hell if he didn’t, he’d cram it down his throat with gratitude anyways. He doubted anything could be worse than some of the rations he’s eaten on duty. 

That train of thought is pretty redundant when he takes note of how you wouldn’t be able to leave the bed to make anything.

Maybe you’d cram something of his down your throat in gratitude.

Shaking his head subtly, he hears the bells of the store door opening. He watched your face fall as you step away from him and it’s when he sees your husband's look of complete irritation he understands why.

You had grabbed your order swiftly and with a quick wave goodbye you were on your way back to your husband. Simon could only register your husband's whisper-yell as he disapprovingly glared his way. “The fuck are you doin talking to him?”. And with that you were hurriedly ushered out.

You deigned it necessary to continue greeting Simon, have little chats about the weather, any plans he had for the weekend. Tossing in your stupid jokes that he would laugh at. You interpreted it as something closer to a breathy snort-hopefully positive- and it went on as such for weeks

And every time he returned home Friday night, he came home with only one thought after. You.

As he laid in bed the same thought persisted as he slipped his cock out of his boxers, red and weeping for some sort of stimulation. He took to his usual harsh pace. You’d be so much softer.

You’d be so nice to him wouldn’t you? Coo some compliment as he lets you tug at him. Fuck he wouldn’t know what to take first.

Would you give him a blowie or a hand job? 

No. You wouldn’t be on your knees- not yet. If you’d let him have you, you’d be on your back in an instant. He’d rip the stitches of those leggings right down the middle, your panties next.

“Fuuuuuck” he moaned into the quiet of his room. He’d stick it in slow, he’d try. It would be torture not to ram himself right up to the hilt, but he’d do it for such a good girl.

That’s what you were, weren’t you? Always a nice word for someone? What would you say to him when he began to rut into you like a madman. When you would feel the pummeling intrusion, his head knocking into the deepest parts of you.

He’d be able bend you into so many different positions that you’d better hope that yoga has taught you well. Split your legs open to accommodate his imposing body size as he’d take purchase between them. Then you better hope your cunny can accommodate his other size when he spears you open on his cock.

Would you take it smiling? Would your tears roll down your cheeks, the prodding bordering too much? You’d take it either way, he knew you could. He’d rub at your clit with such tenderness he never afforded himself (as gentle as he could anyway). He’d make sure you begged to stay on his cock forever, fuck himself so deep you would be too stupid to pull away unknowing of where he ended and you started. Not that you’d have to care.

He’d flip you on to all fours and rip away your clothes entirely, pounding you from the back and instead of just his own labored breaths, the sound of skin slapping together would ring out.

In silent stoicism, he feels his balls tighten up at the thought of your perfect face stuffed into the pillows screaming your thank you’s. You probably were just as nice with someone stuffing themselves into your pussy.

At both his ruthless ministrations and boundless imagination, his release spurted all over his hand with a breathy sigh. When you were here he’d make sure to slam his hips to yours and keep them flush against you, coat your insides in hot cum better than your limp-dick husband ever could. That man wouldn’t be able to fuck you the way Simon knew he could. You deserve someone who could make you go stupid on his dick, not cry of frustration like you probably did everytime that knob who thinks himself a man rolled over after finishing himself off.

Not that you’ll have to worry about that soon

…

He wouldn’t be around for much longer anyways.

[statueofliberlee]

hi hi! ☁︎

my name's cait! (they/she) im a 21 yr old uni student from aruba and a loooongtime simblr lurker.

ive always managed to talk myself out of making a blog and posting my sims but i decided to bite the bullet and do it. i mainly linger in CAS making sims but I also have a current game that i'd love to share screencaps of. to commemorate this blog im sharing an edit of its namesake, my ver. of liberty lee!

i do play on my hand-me-down macbook so i can't guarantee high-quality screencaps or sims but i hope some of you enjoy my queer lil guys. *ೃ༄

im also super down to find some mutuals so if you're feeling silly you could follow me... and I could follow you back.... maybe....

my cc finds blog: @liberleefinds

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hello and welcome back from your friendly neighbourhood lurker, I’ve watching a lot of Dr stone recently (I’m watching it rn as I type this)

Can I have our underrated boi Kinro hcs bc I need more stuff on him like no tomorrow.

All I need is some fluffy hcs nothing more.

Thank you for yours truly,

Your friendly neighbourhood lurker

Hi! Thank you for requesting!

I truly love my friendly neighboors! How are you liking dr stone my dear?

I hope this is of your liking, please let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: As you didn't specify if reader was modern or not, i went with modern, i hope that's ok? I also took the liberty to... make reader good with plants.

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You met Kinro after Tsukasa's empire crumbled.

You were revived by Tsukasa because of your knowledge on plants.

After the downfall, Senku saw gold on your ability and you were recruited.

Kinro was awfully wary of you, not like you blamed him or anyone.

But you have 0 grudge or wish to fight anyone.

You just wanted to tend to your plants and that's it.

So it took some time for Kinro to warm to you.

You were in charge of growing herbs and other plants that could be used as medicine.

He did not trust your knowledge at first and confirmed it with Senku later.

Once it was established and proven that you were just trying to help everyone he relaxed a bit around you.

Kinro also started to help you with your plants or to carry fertilizer if you needed it.

He didn't mind it at all, after all, he noticed you could make good tea and a few medicines.

He apologized to you about he treated you before.

The boy is very formal, so he asked if he could do something to repay you.

Which you answered the only thing you needed was his friendship.

Kinro smiled at your answer and agreed to your terms.

From then on, he became your friend and bodyguard.

Kinro would call out his brother whenever he tried to approach you with ill intentions.

He would also put you behind him, if he sensed a fight was about to break.

Kinro was enjoys the teas that you made, specially the camomile tea.

It was soothing.

After getting teased by Ginro, Kinro realized he liked you a lot more than just a friend.

But he couldn't tell you a thing.

Just by thinking about the possibility of being honest, his face got red and he stuttered.

Kinro absolutely hated that. He wanted to be honest with you, but... Your cute face was a big issue.

So, you would need to nudge him or count on Ruri for that.

She was beyond excited to help you two once she noticed your mutual feelings.

Kinro is a bit of a stern guy, but he is also very sweet and protective.

He would try his best to find you gifts or to just hang out with you.

it would mean the world if you allowed him to always protect you and you be his personal nurse.

He is a bit on the shy side too, so he might not say that he wants the stated above.

If he does, it will come out with a emotional moment or with a bit of raised voice due to nervousness.

All in all i Kinro as a very sweet boy! He will definitely do his best to keep you safe and happy!

He also supports you in everyway he can!

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Thank you for reading!

Sorry this was a bit short...

[mrghostrat]

FIC NIGHT: Mon Horrible Chéri

next week we're having another discord fic night!! we've scheduled a timeslot much friendlier for the uk/eu/anz/sea folks 💛

WHERE: Ghostrat's Discord server (aka The Bee Hive)

WHAT: @eviebane and I will each read out a chapter from the fic (vote your preference below!) + play in a Mon Chéri trivia quiz + a game of custom Cards Against Humanity or Gartic Phone to end the night!

HOW: Click here to open the event in Discord, where you can add it to your calendar, or mark your interest to get a ping when it starts! In "the-stage" channel, you'll be able to text chat with other viewers whilst Meg (eviebane) and I will be on camera and mic. Interaction is not required-- lurkers are more than welcome to join the server quietly and watch/listen/read the chat without any involvement.

WHEN: June 15th 🇦🇺 AEST: 7pm 🇬🇧 BST: 10am 🇺🇸 CDT: 4am

[pendwelling]

You can’t tell me the first thing priest Dokja does when transmigrated to TWSB isn’t locking himself in the royal library and refuses to come out

(Crown prince YJH and Priest KDJ is the funniest image, and obviously HSY is in the background causing problems)

Meanwhile poor Yeseo is on the verge of a panic attack in ORV

(Yeseo trying to parse through his sisters tear filled rambles about her favorite book and therefore being the weirdest prophet know to man while Cedric and Christelle are just there wondering what is up with him)

OOOHHH KDJ locking himself in the Imperial library would be so KDJ of him to do HAHA, tho the main obstacle for that is to first get permission from the Crown 🥲 which, sadly for him.... would mean cozying up in some way to either whoever is the Cardinal and/or Empress/Emperor in this AU (it could range from Persephone and Hades, to Namgung Minyoung, or to even Kyrgios [but I think he fits Johann's role more], etc etc)

((Unsurprisingly I'm gonna go off on a tangent bc anything TWSB related makes my Freak™ show—)) (I JUST LOVE SOOKYM'S WORLDBUILDING SM.... IM SORRY I CANT HELP IT.....) 😭😭😭😭 but libraries—or rather books—actually have a rather important part to play in TWSB, or at least, in showcasing a noble family's strength, power, and prestige. In the Divine Kingdom of Venetiaan, the general populace has an incredibly purposefully low education and literacy rate (due to Queen Lilianne's plan of using the population's dumbification to manipulate their blind curated religious beliefs into having them conscript for her war), so owning books is seen as a symbol of wealth and high education, and the more wealthy a family is, the bigger they would represent that in their family's library. The Riester Empire is different in that education of the common folk is NOT something that they purposefully deprive them of (in fact, we've actually seen the Imperial Family invest in academies for different sorts of talents/skills that could accept even commoners as students), but the significance and importance of books and libraries is something both countries share!

ANYWAY, small tangent over wkdjdkd But all that is to say, a diplomatic hostage like Jesse Venetiaan (and KDJ in this AU) would not have casual permission to use something as precious as the Imperial Library sadly :')...... Which is unfortunate for our Reader bc in a lot of Fantasy AUs the library is a place that KDJ commonly escapes to WKWKKWKWK (IT'S ONE OF MY FAV TROPES NGL...... 😫😭 library lurker KDJ who eventually catches the eye of [usually Crown Prince or Duke of the North] YJH who is entranced by the peaceful figure KDJ makes, backlit from the light of the window and focused on whatever trashy novel he's reading......)

But assuming KDJ knows his chatacter's original fate in the original story (dying during the Riester-Venetiaan war), just like he does in ORV, I bet he would be the type to know exactly what to do and what to avoid, and how to achieve the perfect most "ideal" ending for the story. He's a scheming lil bastard and I trust his survival abilities (well..... until he dies. but he'll come back like the rat he is LMAO...) But considering his personality (at least with The Audacity that the Fourth Wall allows him to have), I think he'd head straight to scheming his way into the good graces of people that he could benefit from (and gaining access to the Imperial Library for some good reads def feels like an essential benefit wkwkwkk) with as much liberties as his complex position as a diplomatic hostage could allow him.

AND OHHHHHHHH YEAH..... POOR JUNG YESEO...... It's such a sad sad SAD image to think about, but also....the though of him frantically trying to organize hundreds of chapters of a repetitive regression scenario story VIA his little sister's tear-filled incoherent hyperfixated ramblings is. kinda funny in a very mean way (LMAO). CedChris would ask him/wonder if he's actually a prophet but when compared to /actual/ prophets like Camille Bacary, they'll kinda look at his sweating face and go "🤨😐 right... prophet huh....". Though it should be said that Yeseo is actually crazy smart when he wants to be/when the situation requires it, so I trust he could do his best to help his companions in an apocalypse with any valuable information he has absorbed thru osmosis via his sister. (And in the case of the "Acciddentally-took-Eunseo's-phone" scenario—canonically, Yeseo managed to get through all 302 chapters of QPB's part 1 in a few days, but it was mostly skimming haha but you can assume he'd be somewhat of a quick reader....... though the stress of scenarios would definitely make him a zombie over Eunseo's phone.) But regardless, considering the personalities of these kids, I still feel like an orv!TWSB(or rather QPB) would be more lighthearted(as lighthearted as it can be) to reflect its targeted Reader: Eunseo! Think of an Action Fantasy Regression novel with a persevering main character like Ham Ga-in Christelle who gets through difficulties with as much stubbornness and cheer as she can (though this would naturally dim throughout regressions, but the core of her character is still important). Idk how far into TWSB you are so I don't want to say much wkdjkdkd but yeah..... KDJ's relationship with TWSA and Eunseo's with QPB are SO similar and yet so different, and that difference can partly be traced back to the type of people they are, which is reflected in the type of genre their favourite respective novels are (which also reflects on the characters in said story too) TT

HAA.......... Somehow, I think I end up writing way too much in response to my Asks sometimes, but ANYWAY WKFJKDDKDKD

Thank you Anon for feeding into these AU thoughts, they're always fun to think about and hear what others have to say!!!!!! 🥹 SORRY THAT I KEPT GOING OFF TRACK. CERTIFIED TWSB YAPPER HERE....... 🥲

[tidesfate]

Yknow what, Watchling / Watcher headcanons:

They are born from the shed eyes of Hermaeus Mora, and each inherit a specific facet of its personality- regardless of how large or small that aspect is. It does mean some of the more niche parts of Mora exist a lot less frequently.

Watchlings do not become Watchers- they are two different creatures. At "birth" they seem the same with no clear distinction- Mora is able to tell- and this difference does not show until later. (Similar case to illithids vs ulitharid tadpoles as a comparison)

Much like Mora had to and continues to grow with the consumption of knowledge, they too require the consumption of knowledge and memories to grow.

Mora does give them their names, though they may pick alternate names as well.

This is partially a watchling/watcher hc and part a Mora one, but the different eye styles is because Mora too has different types of eyes (cause I've enjoyed seeing that concept so I'm taking creative liberties).

A good chunk of them seen in other Princes realms are ones Mora has 'gifted' or has told them to 'betray' it so it has eyes on the other realms.

There are ones that are actual original spirits like most daedra whom just adapt the form of the Mora-created watchers/lings, but Mora treats those ones more similarly to how it treats the other true daedra of its realm like lurkers or seekers; they are to do their jobs simply.

[wings-of-ink]

Hi! (this got a bit long, sorry for that,,)

I just finished reading the update and wanted to let you know I absolutely loved it! It was such a pleasant read, even if it wasn't packed with drama and action to the brim—I feel like a palate cleanser like this was appropriate after such an eventful start to the story.

I loved all the interactions between the characters, the dynamic between Oswin and Nathanael is especially fun. Actually, Nathanael by himself is fun. The oats sowing euphemism made me laugh more than it should have because, yes, I'm childish like that. What a dork; I love him. (I'm imagining now a scene in an alternate universe where MC stumbles up to Oswin dazed out of their mind after they shared a pipe with Nathanael, which is immediately followed by Oswin grabbing the merchant and shaking him until he spills out what it is he smokes—because we all know it ain't just plain ol' tobacco—and how could he let MC of all the three other people gathered take a drag, all while MC and Zahn sit by the fire, watching a looney tunes cartoon unfold before them.)

Oh, and Zahn! Oh man. Can I just say if they asked, I would give them anything? (the world, the universe, the stars; you name it.) Actually, no, scratch that—they don't even have to ask; I would just bring them all the yummy food and warm blankets and pamper them until they accept they are worth it, because they! are! not! a bad! person! Also, I don't know why, but before they were introduced, I had this image of them being a character that would only appear here and there (you know, like every story has a character that just doesn't get enough screen time), but knowing they'll be tagging along for a while longer makes me really happy! Right now it feels like a circus lol we have a horse (maybe also a mule), an elk, a cat and a golden retriever✨.

I also found it particularly interesting how you implemented the hobbies! To be honest, I haven't read the flavor text for all of them yet, but I picked sewing as soon as I saw it as an option (no reason, I just liked the idea). My MC chose to be a healer, so learning that they were the most trusted with stitching up wounds was a really nice touch. (Not to mention they can—and will—make/mend clothing for Zahn in secret and then surprise them while they least expect it… >:P) Once their journey is over and the MC comes back to Stonebrook, they're going to wait for Nathanael to pass by with his cart and give Shadow a little kitty sweater💖.

This is already too long, sorryy; I just get very excited when I find a story that pulls me in and refuses to let go. Seriously, I keep thinking about it way too much lol. I'm usually a simple lurker and nothing but, however, I do believe there's never enough praise and encouragement! You've done amazing so far, and I know it's only going to get better. (Can't wait to meet the rest of the cast; I keep daydreaming about Rune.. it's getting serious)

Thank you for your hard work, and I hope you have a nice and cozy rest of the weekend! <33

No worries, Anon, sometimes you just have a lot to say! ^_^

I am so glad you enjoyed the chapter! I am hoping to update it soon. I'm adding a few extra optional moments to spend with all three of your camping companions. Fingers crossed for more shenanigans.

Nathanael cracks me up too. I find fun in writing for all of them, but I feel like he gives me more liberties. I wrote the oats line and made myself crack up, but thought most wouldn't find it quite as funny so I'm glad you did! Also, your imagination is pretty much spot on with that scenario!

The hobby section was fun, but also a little bit of a slog for me to write since it was huge, so you won't find a ton of differences. The exception is the singing hobby. I really want to incorporate original music in some way, but I have zero - absolute zero - skills in it, including writing lyrics. I went a little extra, and I found a small artist to help me out, though the type of song I asked for was like waaay out of their normal wheelhouse, lol. I think they did a wonderful job. They are listed in the credits too.

I can't wait to give you a chance to spoil Zahn a bit! They need it and will adore you for it! Well, they will adore you pretty well regardless, lol. Shadow does not like clothing, but he's also getting attached to MC - best bed he's tried probably ever - so he'll make an exception to wear the little sweater.

I am so glad that you are living a bit in my little world. I can't wait for you to experience more! Thank you so much for the wonderful message, it lit up my day! As someone who usually just lurks as well, your reaching out warms my heart. ^_^

[echosofmortality]

Hello friends, lurkers and distant watchers.

My name is Echo and I am a female writer who favors the fictional side of romantic encounters. While I have written several stories over the years, I have currently removed most of them due to being unhappy with them. Tumblr, has sadly never seen my work. I hope to change that in the future.

For now, this blog is my place to gather intel, organize my thoughts, and offers me a space to enjoy fellow writers and character analysis's who inspire me to pick up my pen and put it to paper.

My stories are inspired from different cultures to flesh out my fantasy worlds and I do my best to be respectful of each, though I do take liberties of creating my own spin.

My writings tend to delve into emotional responses and flesh out the thoughts of my muses and OC (reader in some cases if I feel it fits the story I'm painting).

Currently, I have several novels I am man-handling into submission:

The American (working title) (O!Ciel x OC)

- A loosely inspired Black Butler (Kuroshitshju) piece that centers around a victorian England earl and an American "dollar princess" clashing. A class difference romance with pride and ego as the befallen catalyst. Not to mention murder....

Sordid Rain (pt.1); ______ Rain(pt. 2); ______ Reign (pt.3) (Leona x OC)

- A Twisted Wonderland (TW) inspired piece that centers around the Sunset Savannah and it's second prince playing a dangerous game of hate with his new wife. Political romance mixed with an arranged marriage and enemies to lovers. Did I mention a prophecy is on the horizon...

War Eyes (Jamil x OC)

- A Twisted Wonderland (TW) inspired piece that centers around the Scalding Sands and a certain silver-tongued advisor that meets a new addition to the Sultan's gilded cage of women. Forbidden romance mixed with exploration of the harem. Will our lovers survive the Sultan's wrath?

Hanaki (Vil x OC)

- A Twisted Wonderland (TW) inspired piece that centers around the game of fame for a certain beauty mongul, actor and singer. Through the eyes of two points of view: one of fame, the other of suffering in silence this tale will be weaved. What would one do to change the past? What if one doesn't know their sin? Will time run out?

A Lord's Exception (Sesshomaru x OC)

- A Inuyasha inspired piece that centers around the Lord of the West and his journeys after the jewels destruction and a woman quite literally falls into his spring. Time travel mixed with deity powers and romantic intentions, oh my!

Not Novels

Coffee Break Hawks x Reader

- A fluffy gathering of my comfort writing with the crimson winged bird from BNHA or MHA. No plot, just good feelings.

The Mafia AU brought to you by @twistedmafiaau

- A series of interactions through questions that our blogger (pen name Mort) has to survive. Who knows what will come of her in this dangerous game. A Twisted Wonderland inspired AU with Mort's focus on the Kingscholar Family.

So stay tuned for what the future may hold, or just lurk on my blog and explore my interests with me. I don't mind ☺️.

Have a good day!

[thescarecrowfrombatman]

Doth anyone know the entry in the series Monument Mythos where there is a child speaking about how the workers are disappearingnwhile working on the statue of Liberty? I can't seem to find it on any of the Liberty Lurker entries.

[beevean]

The fact that every response to any negative opinion about Netflixvania is just "you hate fun" or "you're trying to find something to bitch about" is something

In my experience on r/castlevania (as a lurker mind you, I don't have an account) the reactions to negativity range from "it's an adaptation, of course it took creative liberties!" to "well the writing is still excellent, Isaac is literally the best character in all media, so much better than the original ❤️" to "whatever critics are just racists who can't handle black characters on screen" (and sadly these ones are constantly proven right :/)

It's tiring. That's why I try to focus on how as its own product the writing is awful.

Thankfully, I still haven't found anything as baffling as that one IDW Sonic fan who told me that I don't understand justice lmao

[bgeevee2005]

Things I've been working on for quite a while

Ok. I know I haven’t drawn or written anything properly for quite some time now. However, I’ve been working on new ideas I’ve been planning to share one day. Keep in mind I might not share them immediately, as I’m Senior in high school, and I have to do exams for both graduation and other stuff related to my education. Anyway, enough with all of these, here are all my ideas I've been working on:

Liberty Gangstress (LBGT) - a Pokémon story, which will include many of my brand new OCs I’ve worked on for over a year. Similar to Heateon, whose story plot was based on Need For Speed Heat, this new story plot will be inspired by Need For Speed Unbound.

Creating and introducing multiple new OCs, and sharing some one-shot stories I’ve gotten ideas for, and whose Alpha & Beta versions were written with the assistance of ChatGPT. Before you all ask, no, I only used ChatGPT to help me get inspiration and motivation for these stories and characters, while everything I’ll show to the public will belong 100% to me.

Outlaw Gangster (OG) - A heavily rewritten story, whose original was a very old Pokémon story I wrote from between September 2019 to January 2021. In this case, however, all characters will be humans, and keep in mind that many of the characters in it will also be inspired by people I know in real life. So please, if you have anything about any of the cast, keep in mind that some characters might have prototype patents from IRL people. Story will take place in a different timeline from the IRL one, as the story IRL was originally established back in 2016, when I was only 11 and half. And unlike my most stories, this one will possibly be exclusive to only some sites, as uploading everything everywhere is getting harder and harder for me everyday.

Rush Gotham Blur - a Pokémon story, which story plot takes no inspiration, and it’s my own original. It’ll basically be considered a missing link that connects all my stories.

Millennial (Alpha/Beta title) - a Pokémon story, which will be a sequel of LBGT, taking place in the near future, and also set in a fictional city, based nearly perfectly on my own hometown Sofia, the capital of Bulgaria.

Trying my best to share as many video game screenshots as possible, mostly from Gran Turismo 7, but also from The Crew 2 & Motorfest, and if possible, from NFS Heat & NFS Unbound as well.

I’ve been working on a Discord server for a while now, and if you’re interested, you can join, and I’ll send you a private invitation, as I don’t want everyone to join. This is my new server, as I had an old one, which was an epic failure in my own personal opinion, as I was only 15, meaning I sucked really bad back then. Anyway, if you want to join, text me via Discord or by the websites’ personal DMs. I do that for security and safety measures, as I don’t want random and unwanted lurkers and haters in my servers. 

Keep in mind that I might not be able to accomplish everything I have shared here, as I’m over 18 now, and I don’t know how much I might be able to accomplish. However, if you don’t see anything shared from what I’ve written here, don’t worry, I might be able to share them one day, just not immediately.

Finally, before you all ask, I know I haven’t done anything online in a very long time, I just went through a lot of personal and online issues. So if you see me being inactive, don’t worry, I’m still here, I just need time for myself.

Ok. I think this is all for now. If you have any questions, text me in the comments or hit me via Discord DM. However, if you do the latter, please introduce yourselves to me first, as I’ve been scammed by online hackers multiple times on all my social media, and I have some serious trust issues as well. It’s not personal, I just don’t want to become a victim of hackers and scammers, as I almost fell for one back in December 2023.

Stay safe! And try your best to stay strong!

From BGEevee2005 (Martin/Marto/Miles)

[the-deadrobin]

The amount of bullshit I'll be telling my ancestors when they're young, in the future. Like: "I survived a liberty lurker attack!" And I'd have the footage to prove it too. I'll show them this video and tell them it was a documentary.

Unfortunately I don't have the skills to convince anyone except maybe that sibling of mine, to watch a 4 hour horror video about a moving statue in the medium of old tapes- simply because they don't give a fuck. But that doesn't stop me from sending them practically essays or going on an absolute rant.

[scorebroker]

Scorebroker

Chapter 2: Deicide

Written by antienjoys

With characters by coolguy80101

1000 Years after the Revolution of Tharallis-Crune

Scorebroker walked down the hallways of Nephagon's palace, through the ruins of Shirvon and into Nephagon's throne room.

This was the palace where heaven met earth, where the sinners looked up at the saved and the saved down at the sinners. The palace of Nephagon and his sons was also the palace where the final stand for liberty took place, where the tribes united against a feudal warlord. Wherein worlds collided, wherein the fates of several prominent heroes were decided by the twisting of a dial, wherein a sigil was implanted on the forearm of a hero that permanently sealed the fates of many kingdom, wherein the pearl that gave life to the world–the one affixed to the altar of Thabahun–was shattered and everything descended into chaos.

Nephagon had his guards flanking the doors to his throne room, so when Scorebroker walked in, he was immediately attacked. These were virile monsters with the stamina of a cheetah, reminiscent of the lurkers with gnarled eyes that haunted Scorebroker's dreams. These were the beasts with veiny, bloodshot eyelids that hinged up towards the edges, the ones that purged souls of their sins to carry out further sin. Their nails were withered and chipped by their own crooked fangs, with growths piercing the skin and horrible growths extant from it; these were the perturberances of transgression.

Nephagon's guards were quickly disarmed, with two punches aimed at the back of each one's head and a swift, single kick to put them down like dogs.

"Your resistance is futile, puny being," said Nephagon, drawing his sword and pointing it to Scorebroker.

Still, Scorebroker had that mousetail forged into a whip; he drew it and thrashed the marble below his heels before returning the flailing end to his other hand. He lucidly remembered grabbing a mouse woman by the tail and rending the tail from the rest of her person, then clamping down on the mouse woman's face with his snake-like fingers and dealing a fatal blow with his forehead. Vividly did he recall the trophy for his work while it was still ripe with rat blood.

"Bazakar expected you to die from the poisons all those years ago," Nephagon continued, rising from his throne, "You were damned to die long ago."

"In the name of Dynokan, I lived after drinking from that chalice," Scorebroker said. "The Weed-Whiffers your thug Pyro sent did not, unfortunately. I handled them."

"The Weed-Whiffers do not matter to me," said Nephagon, running a closed fist along his blade, stroking it back and forth gently, "because I already hired a new gang to replace Pyro's. My willingness to do business with Pyro disintegrated like the fine powder I grounded your boss into. Remember him?" Then Nephagon pinched his fingers together, as if to crumble salt or erode stone–it was a vile gesture, intended to draw Scorebroker's rage out from the deepest, darkest pits of his soul and turn him into the ogre Nephagon believed Scorebroker could become. "I scrambled–violently so–your boss."

"Utterly ruthless and scurrilous bastard you are," said Scorebroker. "When I heard the sounds of his painful death, I could smell your odious stench as you drove the stake through his heart. You revolt me, oppressive lovechild."

Nephagon's blade sliced through the air like cheese, Scorebroker's whip coiled up like a snail curling into its shell, and Nephagon's sword struck first. Gods boomed in from the skies–their prismic faces marked against the stormy skies with amorphous impressions, stenciled out by the furious arms of lightning–outstretching their astronomically-scaled fingers towards the Earth and setting the bowl-ish sky ablaze; they dispersed when the one true god, Ayorin, blasted into the cosmos and struck one of the lesser gods, Dynokan, rupturing Maradi's rib cage aborting Dynokan's inanimate, unfinished prototype of an inheritor to the throne.

Scorebroker let out an unpleasant, terrified scream as he watched the deity he devoted his soul and life to fall from the heavens, crashing to the earth enclosed in spherical province of cosmic dust and debris. The flowers and fruits lining his meteoric casket against the earth were he ones he was revered for blooming, just as the promptly aborted extrusion of his flesh bloomed before its pre-emptive dissemination into his golden bloodstream.

Scorebroker charged Nephagon with his deicidal crimes and Nephagon's own sword (which he plied from Nephagon's hands), pledging to himself that he would be the one to extinguish the life of a life-taker, to bear in womb the fertile bliss of revenge, take to term the suffering and weeping, and give birth: to revenge incarnate, and igominy for the igominy of the divine. Blood for blood, carnage for carnage–conquest of those with iniquitous and nefarious intent who brought down the mighty from their thrones, so perhaps the thrones are gifted to one more deserving of the prospects of hegemony. Scorebroker's uncontrollable charge to bring retribution was the retribution gods cast upon him for failing.

Scorebroker's attack was well-parried, and Nephagon soon won his own blade back. They dueled down across the carpet to the throne, until Scorebroker won and arrested Nephagon.

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"Treason," shouted Tifany. Nemor followed closely behind, as they hurried through the palace of Mahira-hora, into the handmaiden's quarters and discovered the butler's dead body–he had a dagger boring deep into his side. "The mark of the infidel is embossed into the blade! It's the mark of Dynokan–this evinces what was thought to be impossible, that the end times are near, and a great calamity is at hand!"

[rouserofrabble]

INTRODUCTION.

Perhaps the sentiments contained in the following pages, are not yet sufficiently fashionable to procure them general Favor; a long Habit of not thinking a Thing wrong, gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defence of Custom. But the Tumult soon subsides. Time makes more Converts than Reason.*

As a long and violent abuse of power is generally the means of calling the right of it in question, (and in matters too which might never have been thought of, had not the sufferers been aggravated into the inquiry,) and as the King of England hath undertaken in his own right, to support the Parliament in what he calls Theirs, and as the good People of this Country are grievously oppressed by the Combination, they have an undoubted privilege to enquire into the Pretensions of both, and equally to reject the Usurpation of either.**

In the following Sheets, the Author hath studiously avoided every thing which is personal among ourselves. Compliments as well as censure to individuals make no part thereof. *** The wise and the worthy need not the triumph of a Pamphlet; and those whose sentiments are injudicious or unfriendly will cease of themselves, unless too much pains is bestowed upon their conversions.

The cause of America is in a great measure the cause of all mankind. Many circumstances have, and will arise, which are not local, but universal, and through which the principles of all lovers of mankind are affected, and in the event of which their affections are interested. The laying a country desolate with fire and sword, declaring war against the natural rights of all mankind, and extirpating the defenders thereof from the face of the earth, **** is the concern of every man to whom nature hath given the power of feeling; of which class, regardless of party censure, is

The Author.

Postscript to Preface in the third edition.

P. S. The Publication of this new Edition hath been delayed, with a view of taking notice (had it been necessary) of any attempt to refute the Doctrine of Independence: As no answer hath yet appeared, it is now presumed that none will, the time needful for getting such a Performance ready for the Public being considerably past.*****

Who the Author of this Production is, is wholly unnecessary to the Public, as the Object for Attention is the Doctrine itself, not the Man. Yet it may not be unnecessary to say, That he is unconnected with any party, and under no sort of Influence, public or private, but the influence of reason and principle.******

Philadelphia,

February 14, 1776.

*ie, the lurkers (will) agree with me in my DMs/emails/carrier pigeons. **Dude had been in the country for like, thirteen months and spent the first two sick in bed. He had to be carried off the boat by Benjamin Franklin's physician. ***This is a pants-on-fire level of falsehood. For real, T Paine was the master and originator of both side-eye and the subtweet. ****Not untrue, exactly, but definitely a level of exaggeration familiar to anyone who has been introduced to the internet. *****For those of you playing along at home, it had been six weeks since Common Sense was first published, on January 10, 1776. On horseback, it would have taken about three weeks to travel from Virginia to Boston at the time. ******ie, the Editor of a magazine entitled American Liberty. In 1776.