#my beloved problems guys

[waitineedaname]

scum villain is great because the main characters do shit like forcefeed each other their blood and blow themselves up in the other's arms, and these are the actions of the good ending versions of these characters

[moeblob]

kitty kitty kitty

[beeduoo]

wonderful

[cerealmonster15]

jamiazu / ashenviper week day 6: toxic yaoi overblot

SORRY it's very much a rushed mess especially in the lower half jdkslfjksd i was v busy today and trying to hurry to get something done for this before midnight [covers up the clock... i was close enough,,, it's still day 6 in some time zones jkfdlsjfs]

unfortunate that the overblots have so much going on and take me ten billion years to draw otherwise i think id like drawing them more bc they LOOK VERY COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sophfandoms53]

I love a bad bitch with a lil crazy blood lust in their eyes,,,

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Thinking abt Nine being apathetic to other people's well being, Thinking abt Nine not really taking to acount anyone else besides himself (and Sonic. Sometimes.) Thinking abt Nine not caring if someone gets hurt because of him (purposefuly or through negligence he didn't even consider being his problem) Thinking abt Nine not knowing how to interact with people in a cassual setting Thinking abt Nine being surprised when someone thinks of him before themselves, Thinking abt Nine slowly begining to feel guilty when he's caught and called out for being selfish but also is not prepared for the vulnerability of caring for someone Thinking abt Nine being confused and not trusting of friendly interactions not counting as transactional I love thinking about Nine not being nice and considerate unless he makes the active (dangerous!!) choice to do so

[bougiebutchbitch]

day 5873 of thinking about Deep's therapy session where he reveals one of his Trauma Sources was the time he got drunk with the Seven and all of them were just chilling, so Deep tried to talk about his n#1 passion (saving the dolphins). And A-Train immediately went and put a blow-up dolphin doll with lipstick around the blowhole in Deep's bed sdklghldfhjsgjdsgf

objectively hilarious but yeah, Deep, I'd fantasize about drowning him too

(though it was later revealed that Deep 100% does fuck dolphins so, like, Reggie had a point sdlfhdgldhjsgf)

[cocoapowderpictures]

April 1, 1962.

It’s going to happen tonight. After this, there really is no turning back. Once he’s gone, the others will inevitably follow, whether they like it or not. I don’t know how to feel about all this. Part of me wants to just call it all off and run away. But the other part… Well, it’s too late now. If things go the way he says they would, everything will fall into place in the end.

-S.

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Here’s a short Cast Chronicles comic that I made a few weeks ago. For context, this scene happens the day before Salem goes “missing”. Also, ignore my terrible handwriting (hopefully you can all still read the text).

I tried making today’s puzzle a bit more challenging. Shoutout to @starryartist512 for their amazing decoding skills (I have faith that you’ll figure this one out too!)

For those unfamiliar, these characters are part of my Cast Chronicles AU, an Indigo Park AU set in the 1960s. In this alternate reality, the main cast mascots are human employees who worked together at Indigo Park. As the story unfolds, we delve into their roles within the park and the friendships they form. However, things take a turn for the worse when they begin to mysteriously disappear, one by one.

As usual, feel free to ask questions about this AU!!

[stalebagels]

Y'all look at Jon Stewart's character in the IF movie 🥺

[oneluckydragon]

got hit with the echo+sora brainrot so i am once more rambling in your askbox about it. because reasons.

anywho i think there is something truly saddening about echo's struggles to make peace within herself and how she truly finds it hard to find that peace when she is so certain that if the truth about her origins were to be revealed to the world, much less to *sora*, everything she achieved, everything she worked for, all of which matters to her most, will crumble away in a moment's notice.

but the fear of losing all your life's work is none compared to the fear of losing sora. the feeling of poison that settled itself within themselves and between each other out of fear and tragedy of what had happened to them is familiar. echo's resemblance to dusknoir was already enough to set the two off because of how much it had all hurt to see someone you love and yourself turn into a mockery and a splitting image of someone who had pretended to care yet showed he never did at all, but this poison is louder. it hurts to bare, to carry, and to have none but yourself to be its sole holder.

but this poison, this feeling of heartache is different. because whereas the previous pain was something both of them felt, sora was lucky enough to not have known the truth about the person who she cares for so dearly.

echo knows that she used to be darkrai. and it haunts her to have known that her previous incarnation was so *cruel*, all for the sake of it just feeling right. wishing to engulf an entire world in darkness, solely for whatever desire she used to have.

and for how much she knows, how much she will hammer it into her own head that she is *not* like that anymore, that she looks at her past with sneer and disgust and that she will not be the barer of evil anymore, it will not matter in the slightest when she will have to look at sora if she were to ever find out.

how afraid, angry and dejected she would look when finding out, and how she will go on the defense/offense because of how much this will overwhelm her.

because when echo looks at her own shadow, she sees herself for what she is. she knows what she is, be it out of shame or guilt.

but when sora will look at it, she will see a tall, contorting and menacing shadow, towering over with a bright cyan eye doing nothing but looking at her, as if tempting her to make the next move.

and she defends herself. from someone she knows will not harm her. she raises her arms up in self defense from a hand that would never hurt her more than the world has already did.

she knows echo will not hurt her. and thats why she is afraid.

Oh my oh my OH MY, Sinnoh!!! YES YES YES!

HOW!!! IN THE WORLD!!! Are you so good at crawling into my head and creating these vivid analysis/snippets on my OCs??? I've barely shared ANY information about Echo and Sora because I've been wanting to hoard most of my stuff for when my fic is finally finished... but... I think you've broken my resolve a bit, if I'm entirely honest.

You know what? I'm so inspired by your accuracy and eagerness to talk about my girls that I'm gonna forgo my crippling anxiety regarding my writing skills and instead post a snippet of my WIP fic here as a treat for you. A teaser, if you will. Since I have no idea when the fic in question will actually be done and ready (or when I will be satisfied with it, cause the thing is currently 36,000 words and still slowly climbing). And now you've got me eager to share SOMETHING of my fic with you and anyone that might want to take a peek at it.

Please enjoy this conversation between Dusknoir and Echo. The topic deals a lot with what you'd described up above!! c:

[Note: this is an unedited part of my fic because I am still in the process of writing and it may change in the future, so please be gentle w/ me but I'd love to read any thoughts/comments that pop up while reading!! pls send asks or replies or anything really cause I love you guys]

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“I’m going to tell you something now, and you are going to listen.” Echo commands with a sharp bite in her voice that Dusknoir cannot fathom ignoring. He pauses and then offers a slow nod, waiting, wondering what she could possibly desire to tell him at a time like this, of all things.

Minutes pass as Echo remains rooted in place, still as her own shadow, and her eyes dart around as she stares at the patches of dry grass and sand beneath her paws. Her claws clench and unclench, digging into the earth like daggers as the wind of the forest (it’s trees so close, just behind them, a looming sort of presence that could engulf them whole) whistles through the surrounding branches, carrying stray leaves of many bright greens through the chilling breeze. Dusknoir watches them dance around Echo, twirling, floating down, down, down… but it’s quiet, too quiet, and Dusknoir feels a shiver pass through him when Echo’s voice finally rings out through the silence.

"When I evolved, Sora was petrified," She says, nearly a whisper, an admission that melts away her confidence and appears to bring her a flood of both shame and regret. Her face twists up then, strangely, like she’d felt a twinge of pain from somewhere deep inside the very fabric of her own soul and was unable to quell it. "She couldn’t even bring herself to look at me most days. At first, my appearance… well, it reminded her too much of you. And eventually of someone I used to be.”

Someone I used to be. At that, Dusknoir’s immediate reaction is to recall Echo’s previous life as a human, as the miserable shell of a creature surviving alongside Grovyle that he’d relentlessly hunted in the dark future. A human made of contempt and anger and apathy, who never smiled or laughed or cried or screamed like the old legends said humans would-- an entity that simply existed rather than lived. An echo of a life long dead and buried. But, judging by her tone, by her voice, by some uneasy intuition itching in the back of his mind like a swarm of pestilent Ninjask… he knows that she means something else entirely. Something that she isn’t willing to share. And frankly, that concept utterly terrifies him.

Someone I used to be. Dusknoir wants to speak, to break his own silence, wants to ask the myriad of questions bubbling up in his throat because this isn't the first time she's hinted at another life beyond being human, but those questions die at the source like a flame doused in water. And always the coward, coward, coward, instead he takes the easy way out by doing nothing at all. Whether Echo notices his surge of inner conflict or not-- the nervous wring of his hands and the tremble in his spine that he cannot control under her gaze-- she does not react.

“I’d take a step and Sora would flinch away.” Echo confesses, her markings flickering with light before going dark and dead, as if her body wished to snuff them out entirely, a deep seated rejection, a self-loathing so strong that Dusknoir cannot help but recognize it and empathize, and his heart aches, “It took ages for her to stop shaking when I’d speak. To stop looking at me like-- like I was going to…” 

Echo grimaces like she’s enduring waves of grueling torture and doesn’t finish that string of thought, but it’s not hard to make an educated guess on what went unsaid. Like I was going to betray her. Hurt her. Break her heart. She’s been through so much already and I couldn’t bear to be another influence in the history of her suffering. I hate myself because of how I made her feel. When her eyes went wide in fear and through them I could see myself staring back like some sort of burden, some sort of curse.

“I am not my past.” Proud and true, Echo straightens up and holds her head high, a spark igniting in her eyes, a glint of determination, a will to keep going and going despite such circumstances and strife, despite this horrid, unspeakable past that haunts her so, “And I am definitely not you. It’s taken a while, but I know that much now. I’ve accepted it.”

I am not my past. And I am definitely not you.

A sigh, a breath, and Echo glances at him with a certain sorrow that cannot be described, a sorrow that lingers even through the veil of her tenacity, "But no matter how I feel, no matter my conviction, my shadows still find ways through the cracks. Every time I think I'm getting a grip and that I might finally understand myself… I change all over again." She admits, sounding more angry and tired than defeated now-- like a mirror of her old self, her human self that had clawed and damned and cursed him, despised him more than anything. "I hate it. I hate that I never truly know who I am. That I have to learn about my past through stories others tell me, or through fragments of twisted, broken memories that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Through conflict and pain and… and..."

"Echo," Dusknoir murmurs her name softly, an offering, a potential escape if only she would wish to drop the subject and forget this conversation had ever happened-- if she'd overstepped and needed an excuse to back out, a diversion, an understanding. And briefly, Dusknoir wonders why she is opening up about this particular information, why she would delve into something so vulnerable, so personal. Why she would bring up this hurtful history when it obviously brings her great discomfort.

And then, he gets an answer.

“You’re lucky, Dusknoir." There it is, that wildfire burning in her eyes again. A spark that’s new and bold and startling. But lucky? No, never. He'd have to disagree, accounting the mountain of evidence that was his life and regrettable deeds.

"You already know exactly who you are and what you’ve done, and most importantly why. You have more than a tattered picture of yourself that reflects broken answers. And you can change with that knowledge. I see you trying.” She tells him, searching, looking for something so deeply and Dusknoir wishes he knew what it could be so that he could give it to her, because he would, he would gladly give it to her without a second thought if it meant they could be close again. But he isn’t a fool, and he’s wise enough to know they’ll never be like they were before. “And if somehow I could change, even as half-assed as I have. Well, then what’s your excuse?”

You can do it, say her unspoken words, I believe in you.

[muichirosboba]

Guys help me out here

So I'm working on a couple kinda cringe fics, but other than that, I've got NOTHING

not even joking, it's true

Therefore, I am humbly requesting... REQUESTS!

PLEASE!! I WILL WRITE OC X CANON, OC X OC, AND POSSIBLY CANON X CANON!!! (As long as the ship isn't too weird)

AND... SMUT requests can also be taken

You could also always just ask for like a PLATONIC FIC, or whatever you'd like, for example, characters reacting to Y/n or absolute chaos :)

And don't forget ANGST I can write for your ocs or even canon characters

So please leave any random fics you'd like me to write in my ask box

And I'm open to fics from more anime, not just Demon Slayer!!

Asking my mutuals to help me 😅

@knyinfinity @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @larixxz @tor-the-tortilla @your-local-demon-slayer-nerd @colourstreakgryffin @illariar

If you're not a mutual of mine, you can still help out! Ty!

[locoier]

i love qsmp because it forces me to like. actually work on my language skills. like so often i find myself watching content in portuguese with spanish translations. so im watching content in the language im trying to learn with subtitles in my second language and i know that my brain is actually working and learning yippie

[moeblob]

No, I don't think I will recover from the VA's growl after Gallagher says he used to bite people. Thanks for checking. (but seriously, was that just a VA choice or is that a direction he was given? Does he rawr in other languages? I've only heard the English line).

[venusandsaturnsrings]

okay, venus, now imagine that puppytaru has a rival! let's just say it could be another puppy or a person.

ah, my hands shake so much when i think about how pathetic he can be when he's jealous. when you bring another man into your house, puppytaru is so furious :( his sweet little owner treated him so cruelly and his little heart broke into pieces. he just loves you so much and wants to be your only lover. :((

he wants to be the only one who loves you. the only one who protects you. and the only one who fucks you. why did you replace him with someone else? did he misbehave? he will do anything for you, you just say!! he will cook dinner, he will clean the house, he will fuck you so fucking good, but just don't let anyone else touch you :(((

he sees you hugging another man, and he beats his body against the kennel to get to him and tear him apart with his teeth. at this point you might think about how cute he is. he cries and whimpers, his pitiful meow coming from the kennel. he bares his teeth and claws trying to open this fucking kennel when he sees how a man touches you with his lips.

he only dreams of tearing a man to shreds and then fucking you next to that useless piece of meat. his cock is aching and all he wants now is to get rid of the pest as soon as possible and fuck you well. <3

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mmhmhmmhm venus it's me again (<3 anon with breeding kink lmao. that sounds stupid. so you can call me cat anon) i have so much brain rot with puppy/fox taru. and i hope you don't mind it. because i love this protective jealous type so much omg i'm in love with it and i hope you understand why i'm so horny :(((

cat anon!! hehe that’s the cutest i love cats!! i have a cat her name is olive :3 but i’m also allergic to cats… i survive on pure love and spite!! she’s my baby :3

wehhhh jealous puptaru :(( no matter which childe i talk or think about, he always has a nasty jealous streak!! it’s in his overwhelmingly protective nature to keep you safe and away from anyone else but, especially from other men.

it takes him time to warm up to each of your friends, he’s always trying to figure out if they’re a threat or not, but this guy… is different. puptaru can tell he’s into you!! why else would he be touching you like that or kissing your cheek as a goodbye? he must be trying to take you away!! what an evil fella >:( you already have someone, a doggy who will do anything for you!! throw away that guy you don’t need him!!

try as you might, he’ll never take kindly to any sort of rival. he’s already declared you as his mate so he believes he’s well within his rights to try and tear this guy to bits. puptarus teeth are no joke!! if he got close enough, he could shred this guy in a couple of bites. keep him in his kennel and he’s growling and shouting to be let out, clawing at the grates desperately to just kill this man who thinks he can take you away. no amount of reassuring can quell his need to dispose of him. certainly don’t cheap out on his kennel if you want to keep him safe, puptaru is strong and can bust anything sloppily made open if he tries hard enough.

gets a raging boner thinking about breeding you next to a rivals corpse. it’s like… a posthumous ‘fuck you’ to whomsoever it is; a true mark of mutual ownership. lets be honest, he owns you just as much as you own him. only difference is he’s wearing a collar but sometimes he thinks about getting you one too. yknow, just to really drive the message home.

[otterronpas]

Some more Kinito doodles because I can’t be stopped.

I tried making a gijinka/anthro form for him, this is a rough sketch but I might fix him up a little more later.

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A drawing of @mieczmaszyna 's character Izzy. In the words of its creator, Izzy is a humanoid robot with a white chassis, oval head, black headset, square green glasses, claws, and a tail resembling a cable plug. Ai wears a cowboy hat, vest decorated by a star and bottle cap, pants with tassels, spurred boots, and a red bandanna. He's viewed from the side, kicking up one leg and holding both arms out in front of itself to shoot finger guns, looking excited and rather jaunty. The background is a dull yellow-green, muddied by the warm reddish tone of the drawing, and in paler green are the words "BANG BANG!!" by ais arms. End ID]

robot cowboy!!!