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[namocchi]

4 OC's to dessert commissions I did recently for Cafeclover !

[theoxenfree]

DARK POOL

aquatic monster x reader | 2.8k

you're mystified by the strange noises coming from the basement. despite your uncle attempting to thwart your concerns, you make your way downstairs into the basement one night and come across an appalling sight, and soon enough, a blooming infatuation.

warnings; 18+, double penetration, explicit sexual details, imprisonment (not mc), some unsettling details, roughly proofread, repost from my old blog 2kmps.

this is a concept piece for a potentially long one-shot! pls answer the feedback questions at the end + reblog!! it really helps to develop a well-rounded story for y'all!

Uncle told you that the rats in Cape Tellis liked to swim and when they were in search of food, they didn't care how long they'd have to paddle through the water to find it. Some would simply drift with the current for days; black-gray fur rotted off, skin peeled off bone, little faces disfigured by sea and salt, but they would keep going until their bodies nudged the rust-red walls of the lighthouse and found the energy to scale upward to a window and squeeze inside.

He mentioned this anytime you had something to say about the ruckus down in the basement—sometimes scratching, sometimes powerful, erratic thuds that you felt pulse through the floorboards, through the rubber soles covering your feet, and into your skin. That place was sealed behind a rusted metal frame and door, deadbolted and locked with a key he always carried on a chain through a belt loop.

It always jangled when he walked because he had a limp so bad that his entire leg always dragged a pace behind him and took a great amount of effort to haul forward. When you had asked of it, as memory dictated a handful of years prior he didn't have such trouble, he first claimed it had been a bad sinus infection that got into his brain and disrupted something neurologically. In another instance where he had stopped for a third time on an evening stroll together, he had said he scuffed with one of Cape Tellis’ formidable rats and the mangy bastard had won and taken a chunk of meat out of him before scuttling back into the walls.

“Just ignore it, it's normal that they're active this time of year,” he was saying while scraping fried eggs out of a pan onto your plate. Meanwhile, you winced to the usual commotion downstairs. “They get real flighty this time of year. The rats do. They get frisky and chase each other all around. I don't know nothin' about them besides being persistent, ugly things, but it may well be their special season.”

You ripped a sharp edge in your toast and prodded the egg yolk until the sunny orb burst, oozing out across your plate before you could scoop it all up in the bread.

“How long does it take for the rats to go away?” you asked with some interest in his answer, if for no other reason to know what sort of yarn he'd spin next. The bread was buttered, the eggs unseasoned, but you ate it all anyway while watching him. “Are they permanent residents or do they come and go? You must be feeding them if they stay here.”

Uncle took a long time to situate his bad leg under the table, longer to arrange his silverware and the direction of his food. “Oh, they have no interest in leaving, I don't think. If they really wanted to, I imagine they would've jumped back into the water and swam somewhere else.”

Each time the noises rose up between the wood slats under your feet during breakfast, Uncle told you not to worry about it, but you quieted every sound in your head to better hear rattling metal, reverberations of some sort—like having a man’s deep, anguished moan pressed right against your ribs. You weren't sure what you were looking for when you listened, only that you knew they were rats.

Uncle looked at you, his appetite pushed away towards the center of the table with his plate. “Let's go for a walk, yes? The rain won't come back for a few hours.”

When you did walk after a meal, granduncle would often have to lie down with his dead leg propped up on a short stack of pillows for a long while. It became something of a habit of yours to exert him too much after dinner, forcing him to keep up with your youthfulness—your merry prances and unburdened soul.

For what it was worth, he did the best he could to never be a hindrance. He didn't seem to fully understand his own limitations either, making it quite a simple thing to steal the key from his belt loop while he slept—deep and silent, so much so that you needed to drop a tissue over his face from make sure he was still breathing—and unfasten the lock to descend a set of slick, stone stairs.

There wasn’t much to at the bottom; a space half-flooded from seasonal rains raising the sea-level, old pieces of ship equipment hanging like ornamentation, an old folding chair that had yet to rust despite damp air, and a large hole in the ground that was dark like the throat of a nightmare envisioned in the most precious hours of night.

You held a plate of raw meat, freshly thawed from the freezer, outstretched with a flickering lantern in your other hand. Anywhere else, you'd have just brung a flashlight—but, he didn't like the bright lights, had ripped the last one out of your hands and smashed it against the wall. Oil lanterns were better tolerated, but he still seemed to cower from the gentle flickers.

So, you placed the meat on the seat of the folding chair and walked closer to the hole, wading a hand through seawater until touching braids of cold metal, chains pulled taut as though weighted down by an anchor. You gave the closest one a tug, always with the same caution as a child gripping his mother's clothes in uncertain times, and backed away.

He never made noise when he surfaced, always frightfully quiet, only indicated by a trail of bubbles that followed after where he roamed underwater. The first thing to emerge was a dorsal fin flared proudly from the middle of his head until midway in the deepest curve of his back. His eyes were on you, abysmal black things with a luster you likened to a landbound fish, and skin and scales that moved stiffly with his facial movements.

“You,” said the creature, toneless and in a voice far too raspy and deep to have an equal match amongst human men. “You have come. You are here.”

Months ago, he hadn't been capable of simple speech such as this. The noises he made were incompatible to anything you had ever heard—perhaps mere vocalizations he utilized underwater, possibly something long gone and archaic—but he had started mimicking you when you'd speak, and eventually you started slowing down, giving him the time to feel how the sounds vibrated in his own throat.

“I brought you food, again.” You gestured towards the seat with raw meat with your lantern, prompting his passing glance of interest before he was back on you. “Not hungry? He usually doesn’t feed you that well. I haven't been down here in a week or so, so I figured you'd be ready to scarf it down.”

“No.”

He came closer and the size of him grew, a towering figure with strong, broad-shoulders and a chest built to withstand the friction of the sea he used to own. His face, although hidden in darkness and flickering shadow cast from your lantern, gleamed as the light struck his iridescent scales. The shape of his lips were human-like yet taut, helping to comfortably fit his sharp teeth inside his mouth.

You'd wondered at times what exactly he was, what your granduncle believed him to be and feared so much to hide him away, chained to a wall. You fantasized that he could be the lost prince of some underwater civilization, or the offspring of several thousands of years of evolution between humans and something else.

He never seemed to understand you when you asked him what he was.

“Come,” his reach was limited by the chains that bound his limbs, keeping him shy of touching your body. “Come to me.”

With the lantern set aside, a distance you hoped wouldn't turn him petulant, you walked in his arms and the shackles and made home there as he surrounded you. His embrace was not the sort you could escape, nor was the kiss he pressed against your mouth.

There were parts of him you were too scared to touch, where his scales were like serrated teeth and he had much less control to retract at will like the dorsal find along his back. His lips were smooth and cold, however, a safe place for you to be on his body along with the hard flesh on his chest.

He pushed himself into your touch as your fingertips traced the shape of his torso, rose with the sprawl of his breasts and shoulders, molded into the ridges of his lower abdomen that you felt pulse and tense the further downward you roamed.

The sheath around his groin had swelled significantly and seemed to twitch when you smoothed your hand across it, kneading it gently to see what would come of doing so. You'd seen this only once before several months ago, a time where you'd been more frightened of him and fled from the basement for weeks when he'd acted more aggressive than usual.

It was one of the many things he had taken notice of that were perceived negatively—with fear and distance and shutting him away in this deep dark until you found the courage to feed him again, because your uncle was petrified along with being restricted in his ability to navigate the stairs with his lame leg.

So, he had learned to behave at the worst of times to keep food supplied, for you to stay wrapped up in him like this and so curious to challenge the extent of his self-restraint.

His kiss had grown full-bodied and restless and gone elsewhere on your body to a great expanse of skin. His face nuzzled into the fabric hiding your warmth from him, teeth tearing and fraying the threads that kept your clothes together until you stopped him.

“Stop—wait, wait, wait.” You walked back out of his arms once he was able to recognize the words. He reached for you despite the clattering bonds around his wrist, but you took your time to shuck the clothes from your body and fold them.

Once he had you back, he led you to the edge of the pool of endless depths and sank down inside of it. Your toes touched the very edge of darkness, stirring a rabble of butterflies in your gut that did not dissipate even once he resurfaced.

"Sit.” He gestured right at where you stood. “Sit down.”

The idea of having any part of your body submerged in the black water left you with little desire in continuing this, but you obeyed and slowly lowered your rear to the rim of the pool, legs speckled by goose pimples as the cold water gripped up to the inside of your thighs.

“Yes, good.” He was close enough to push your thighs wide apart and stick his tongue inside of you. You took in a great sucking breath, startled from the suddenness of it and the long, articulate appendage massaging a part of you in a way no one ever had before.

You leaned back on your arms when they weakened and shook from the sensations, eyes flicking towards the drab ceiling, wondering just how far under the living quarters of the lighthouse you actually were and whether granduncle would hear any lewd sounds that were beginning to hum in your throat.

“Keep going.” He said when you moaned, tongue retracted from your body to mimic the ministrations you made with your hand and fingers while you stroked yourself. “Keep doing it.”

He nudged your hand away to put his mouth over that stimulated spot instead, sucking and licking along you with such fervor that you dissolved into hard pants and whimpers, tempted to close your thighs around his head and push him away as the tight warmth inside of you flushed out with a kaleidoscopic burst of color and cool air following the trail of something slowly oozing out of you.

It took a second orgasm and chanting turned to cries to get him off of you. That brief respite ended when he took you by the waist and dragged you into the pool with him. By that point, you were too far spent to have anything but unshakeable indifference to the depths and the cold.

His kiss was as it had been before, rough and restless, forceful in a way that left you malleable and melting against him. Even when he had your front wedged between the rim of the pool and his chest, you couldn't bring yourself to react much.

You felt his thighs mold to the back of yours before the slim tip of his cock pushed into you, the girth of it thickening considerably at the base. The friction of the water wasn't an obstacle for him to fuck into you with greedy thrusts that threw your hips forward, knocking skin and bone against the wall of the pool.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh—” the ridges of his cock were an unusual feeling, catching your walls in spots, spreading you wider when he'd withdraw part way and plunge back inside. “Oh, shit—feels good. Harder. Harder. Harder!”

There was truly never any way to know how much he understood when you said it, something called into question when his thrusts slowed to a stop, but he stayed hard inside of you. For a moment, the water settled along with your heavy breaths and blood gushing through your ears.

Things slowly came back into focus—the dancing lantern light, the room temperature meat, the wicked water in which you were immersed to the waist while the rest of you was braced by him.

He shifted behind you, adjusting his thighs so yours went even wider. Before you could ask the things you wanted to, a new sensation stole your breath—the swollen head of a second cock, different in shape and size from the first, pushed into you and lay flush atop the other.

“Don't—don’t move.” You were struggling to do the same thing with such an enormous stretch you'd never had to accommodate before. Tension built in your throat, whether a sob or a scream or your own anxiety, and stayed there to cinch your voice into silence.

He soothed you with lips and teeth all over your flesh; the back of your neck, the cartilage of your ears and the underside of your jawbone. His large hands left the shelf of your hips and felt along your front side, nipples, chest, stomach, and groin where he tried to recreate the same pleasure on you now as you had done for yourself earlier.

“Good?” He nested his cocks deeper when he heard you moan. The pain of it was beginning to subside, but the strangeness of it remained. “Is it good?”

“Just—just don't hurt me.”

His hands were back on your hips to keep you seated on his thighs while he thrust into you. It wasn't as easy for him to move as it was before, perhaps realizing the limitations of a human companion, but continued in snappy pulses that made the water lap at the skin on your back and turned your thoughts into senseless, garbled things.

Soon enough, you were riding a sloppy, savage rhythm to which you had no control of whatsoever as he chased his end. In moments where he seemed to regress into a natural state, almost animalistic in the way he rutted into you and buried his cocks, one would slip out and go forgotten for a time. The length of it glided against your groin, a smooth motion underwater that prodded your sore spots before he was able to fit it back into place with the other.

Amid your luscious sounds were those of his own; labored, air-sucking rasps that rumbled from places more than just his throat. They were probably never meant to be heard above the surface of water, just as he didn't belong fucking a human while being chained to a wall.

You thought about that fact while the last thrusts he took seated his cocks so deep that you ached, hard surges of warmth flooding your insides in a way unexpectedly delightful. He clung to you with his arms and shackles even well after he had emptied himself in your body and retracted both cocks into their sheath.

After a while, he hoisted you out of the water and followed you to retrieve your clothes. He stopped short of the chains pulling in the wall, watching while you wiped away the remnants of him oozing down the backs of your thighs and redressed.

“Don't go.” He kissed you and let his cold lips linger over yours. “Stay here.”

You returned the affection as endlessly as he gave it, only thinking that sunrise would soon come to pull you apart.

a/n: so, this idea has unfortunately never been able to fully develop from a lack of ideas. with starting this new blog, I'm hoping to get enough interest and feedback to actually commit to this and bring a completed project eventually!!

are you satisfied with how the aquatic monster was written in this piece? what would you be interested in having added/taken away? what do you think could be improved upon/expanded? is there anything you're particularly curious about?

what sort of setting would you like to see this story take place? 19th century, the 90s, or modern e.g. 2010+? are you satisfied with the setting being in cape tellis? a location inspired by lighthouse coastlines with predominately dreary/cool/wet weather? if not, what type of setting would you prefer to see?

in terms of the storyline, are you more interested in seeing: 1) a relative goes missing, so you arrive at the lighthouse he owned to solve the mystery 2) mc being an underwater mechanic to fix a damaged dam 3) mc being part of a small group trying to capture proof of a "creature" lurking around cape tellis. 4) something else???

[ooffmlsorry]

Getting Drunk with One Piece Men

sabo, ace, law, zoro, sanji

A/n: Ngl writing drunk characters is my bread and butter. Idk man. It's just how I am.

Content: gender neutral except female pet names in Zoro's

SABO

Y'all become idiot 1 and idiot 2, honestly you might even fight over who gets to be idiot 1

Koala's so tired of y'all omg this poor woman deserves a vacation from the two of you

You can drink him under the table, he's such a lightweight

I'm so sorry to tell you your man's a wanderer. At least once you're going to turn around and say "where'd Sabo go????" Half of your night might be spent looking for him

Despite being drunk Sabo's still a gentleman, you two are gonna stumble down the street arm and arm, he'll walk on the outside of the sidewalk closer to the street to keep you safe, and he likes getting your drinks for you

He drinks sugary drinks and will have a HORRIBLE hangover in the morning

He's not necessarily an angry drunk but he is a loud argumentative one, when he inevitably wanders off you're going to find him loudly arguing on behalf of the revolution and shit talking the world government to anyone that listens and to anyone who won't

You're also going to give each other increasingly stupid dares and stunts throughout the night

Gets affectionate as the drunkness gets closer to tiredness and then he turns into a cuddly man baby

Y'all also both crash pretty unceremoniously. Hack is going to find you two curled up in a coat closet together with a random dog and a dick drawn on your face???

ACE

two words: GOOFBALL ALERT!! He's unserious normally but when he's drunk unless something really, really bad is going down, don't expect a serious response out of him

So LOUD!!

"Ace, why are you yelling? I'm right here."

"I'M YELLING???"

You're all of his impulse control for the night and if you don't have any either than good luck to Marco...

Will loudly brag about you to anyone who listens. Probably does a toast just because you exist and will probably say something he shouldn't

Please stay near him, he just wants you to be right next to him. If you're a wanderer you're gonna stress him out real bad and he's gonna start spiraling. He's just physically clingy, he's got his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on your shoulder, sitting on his lap would make him very happy. -10 personal space.

Lights a shot of liquor on fire and drinks it to impress you. Every. Single. Time.

Speaking of that he repeats SO MANY of the same stories he's told you before

Also wants to dance with you, you've got no option unless you absolutely hate it

Tells you he loves you once every 2 minutes. please say it back. Don't be surprise if he proposes to you a couple of times when he's drunk

Inevitably starts crying...the later it is the more likely it is to happen. Just be prepared to coddle him and be covered in snot before morning.

LAW

First of all, it's gonna take a lot to get this man to actually drink. He's not a fan of being out of control. But he would do it, especially if someone told him he couldn't or told him not to

He also doesn't have the highest tolerance, the fact that he's tall is the only thing saving him from being a lightweight

You know he's drunk because he gets really expressive and talks with his hands a lot more.

I'm telling you this man is going to start talking about his coins. Fucking coins. And Sora. He's gonna out himself as a huge fucking nerd.

He's the most self aware drunk you've ever met. For the entire night he's fully aware of the things he shouldn't be doing/saying and still does them.

"I've had way too much, Y/N-ya. This is going to be awful."

*Gets another drink*

This also includes being all over you. If your relationship was a secret it's not anymore because he can't stop staring at you and keeps finding his way back to your side. And he does this thing where he keeps inspecting your hands and fingers??? He's captivated by them. You think he's trying to hold your hand without looking like he's holding your hand??? But it's kind of unclear????

The more I think about it the more I'm certain that drunk Law turns into a little weirdo.

If you touch him at all he's going to turn into putty, like his face is just gonna look like 🥴

Might start telling you secret dumb thoughts that he has or recalling good memories with Cora.

If Luffy or Kid is there he won't say no to a challenge, he doesn't say no anyway but it's so. much. worse.

He's gonna have to drink enough to put him to sleep or he's going to sober up and recall the horror of what drunk!Law was like

Please act like none of it ever happened. Please.

ZORO

This man is gonna fall asleep.

Can Zoro even get drunk???

Well, hell froze over and he did. Somehow.

Drunk Zoro is surprisingly friendly, he even almost compliments Sanji which is WILD

Like he kind of has something nice to say about everyone worth saying something nice about

There's still something really intimidating about him especially if anyone makes you uncomfortable

Suddenly Zoro can't remember your name and only refers to you as "my girl" or "woman"

Honestly, he can't believe you're actually dating him and he'll tell you several times

Will probably say something like "damn, I keep forgetting how pretty you are. 'S fucking weird."

Teases you a lot. He's like a kid pulling your pigtails because he likes you. As soon as you do it back you're going to get a big reaction out of him though

"OI! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR???"

"NOT SO FUNNY NOW IS IT!!"

He might play fight with you lmao, be prepared to be manhandled because he's rough around the edges but man does he love you

Like I said...this man is inevitably going to fall asleep, hopefully you were done partying by that point because he's not letting go of you. You're stuck. Sorry. You're his new nighttime plushie.

SANJI

Oh Sanji *long sigh*

He thinks he's being smooth but he's boderline incoherent when he's really drunk

He's gonna hype you up!! A LOT!!!!

Probably the most normal drunk because he's already a perv and being drunk doesn't make it that much worse

He can be a little petty though lol, not towards you but you might hear him muttering something here or there

Wants to take a bunch of pictures with you

Unfortunately over half of them are gonna be a blurry mess

Absolutely wants to dance with you

He's not drinking nasty alcohol

Honestly, he's kind of giving Brittany Broski in the sense that depending on what drink he has he's gonna gag

Sidenote: he could theoretically stomach it, Zeff didn't raise no bitch(/j) but why torture him??

So excited you exist??? Like for a moment he's gonna get philosophical and be in complete awe that the two of you exist at the same time and met??? How lucky can he be!!!?

Actually, drunk Sanji gets kind of deep after a while, especially when the two of you are alone

He's not gonna cook drunk. Big no-no. That's a hazard. But if you were drunk and hungry or wanted to sober up he'll make you a cup of coffee and something that doesn't require fire or a lot of knife skills

Would rather whisk you away somewhere quiet to be alone with you after a while. Like, he's not a wanderer per se, but he wants to be alone with you

Leans on you a lot when he's drunk

He might definitely be the little spoon that night, he gets so soft by the end of the night just hold him, okay?

[kaisfruit]

Hi! how's your day going?

I'd like to request the ninja from Ninjago and an older sibling reader if that alright? You know just cute fluffy days with siblings.

Ninjago Older Sibling!Reader Headcanons <3

A/N; Ahhh hi!!! my day is good ty <3 tysm for this ask this is so cute 🥺🥺 i hope u dont mind hcs, but if u do feel free to ask again and i'll gladly make smthn longer :] jus thought hcs fit the vibe

warnings; none! just fluff <3

Kai and Nya

Absolutely the most chaotic sibling trio

Nya constantly getting upset with you and Kai for playing the "i'm the older sibling" card

Nya: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GUYS DIDN'T SAVE A PIECE FOR ME?

You and Kai: older siblings get cake first that's just the rule. sorry <33

But Kai gets just as upset as she does when you do it to him

You guys all love each other though so it's okay

Just the vibes of being their older sibling would be the most competitive basic sibling rivalry type stuff yk

Lloyd

Constantly doting over him

You might as well be his parental figure since MISAKO AND GARMADON WERE THE WORSTTTTT

You and Kai take turns mother henning him

You and Kai are bffs btw like. I don't make the rules. Kai is just his adoptive older brother in my head, so you two bond over caring for Lloyd

Definitely his comfort person after a long day <3

You're the one Lloyd trusts the most in his life and he isn't scared to tell you his fears because, despite any assumed sibling teasing, he knows you'll take him seriously on that regard

Jay

You guys make annoying each other a full time job

Constantly fighting over who the favorite is

Y/N: At least I help out at the junkyard!!

Jay: I'm literally out saving the world everyday!!!

*aggressive slap fight ensues*

OMG no. he's definitely the younger sibling to pull the rapid fire kick tactic

His elemental abilities go out the window when y'all fight. Just straight up, falls on his back and starts kicking up at you

All fun n games until you're able to catch one of his legs

You totally embarrass him as much as you can in front of Nya too

As Jay's older sibling, you're legally obligated to be Cole's bestie since Cole is Jay's bestie. you guys lovingly torment the lightning user together <33

Cole

The most chill sibling duo to ever exist

you both didn't appreciate Lou's insistence of the singing and dancing shit so y'all just decided to be ride or dies for life

much like cole, you get along so well with the rest of the ninja

idrk what to say here

nvm i do

You guys play video games with each other and you are infinitely salty at the fact that your younger brother is better than you at most video games

like wtf? isn't it supposed to be a god given right for all older siblings to be better at video games???? the FSM screwed you!!!

but you've never let him live down the one time he lost to you at super smash bros

you have refused to play with him since

Zane

See, idk if you'd be his ACTUAL sibling yk since he's a robot? maybe more like you were supposed to be a protege to dr. julien, but decided to just be a 4 lyfer with zane after his passing

you've helped zane understand human culture so much and he's real appreciative of your existence

the ninja absolutely fucking ADORE when you're around because what's better than one zane? TWO ZANES !!!

well, obviously you're your own person but! i could see zane adopting a lot of your mannerisms so you two end up being very similar

quality time is y'alls bread and butter

working around each other perfectly as y'all both cook in the kitchen

words never need to be shared between the two of you. just hanging around the other is enough yk? like y'all are bonding just by existing near each other and it is magical

ANOTHER A/N; i tried my best to highlight reader being the older sibling but </3 idk if i did it that well. i saw "sibling fluff" and RAN!! im willing to do a pt 2 or like a one shot or anything with a prompt similar to this !! im the youngest sibling myself tho so idk if i can properly portray being an older sibling (only in a mean light. yk like greg heffley and rodrick. do NOT recommend having older siblings y'all /j)

[iocaisaint]

Random ACOTAR takes

cw*: my unsolicited opinions

I agree with #that woman that canon Lucien and Nesta (and I mean pre-ACOSF) would've been terrible for each other sorry

As of right now Nesta is the only Archeron sister with direct connection to the Dusk Court, like her and her alone 🤷🏾‍♀️

Out of the love square (?) Lucien is lowkey the only one with a storyline that isn't made out of paper mache and hope. There's so many angles you could go: Beron, Eris, LOA, The Autumn Court or Spring Court, Tamlin, or Day Court, Helion, being an heir, or helping Vassa with Koschei + his overall friendship with Jurian + Vassa + humans as a whole and that's without touching on the mating bond even once. Real set-up wished she'd done that with everyone else

That being said, I disagree with a bunch of Lucien's stans when it comes to his characters, y'all have a power fantasy for him that's in direct contradiction to how he's actually written (I mean I get it the books treat him like trash)

If Nesta is pregnant I'll have a crash out to end all crash outs.

Everybody in this fandom bar maybe Feysands are shipping fanon, the scenes that y'all talk about and the ones that exist on page are either not the same or straight up don't exist.

I hate the HK/HQ plot even for Nesta, like is blatant colonialism.

Everybody here is a hypocrite when it comes to their faves we'd all be happier admitting then bending over backwards.

I do not care for Elain, simply because fanon Elain is so far removed from what's on page, that most her pro arguments simply don't make sense to me.

There's no reason for Helion to give up his Pegasi but I know HOFAS was a mess but when the place was revitalised after the Asteri were murdered they came back, my guess is that place and the prison are mirror worlds so the same will happen once the Prison is liberated

Azriel isn't boring but he also isn't extremely interesting. If he was a girl no one would gaf about him, but there are enough concepts of an idea where I could see his book not being awful.

Neither the pro or the anti side gives a fuck about Emerie, double points if you're engaging in that ship war. No I won't expand on this, I'm right.

Nessian sucks, that's all.

Actually no I'm expanding on that point, the fact that people defend no "I love you" from the MMC is crazy, that fact that people defend Nesta being threatened without Cass stepping in even worse, the fact that Rhys knows he can berate Nesta in Cassian's presence....like they had an 800+ page book and I'm still having to hear about how they need to "grow as characters" y'all aren't serious people

I've become more neutral-positive to Feyre because some of the arguments against her are just crazy but on that note she'd be deeply more entertaining if the narrative wrote her refusal for self reflection as a flaw

Gwyn cannot be a evil light singer and irrelevant at the same time please pick one.

Also I don't hate the light singer theory, sorry. Monsters not actually being monsters is this series's bread and butter. It'd be great if a woman finally got that treatment

I can already tell Eris is about to be retconned to hell because SJM hates a character not being vindicated by the narrative to redeem them (she already started by implying Eris wants his father dead for #feminism). Let it be known I like/d him as is

I don't get into arguments about Rhys cause I find him boring. Y'all are fighting day in day out about faerie Ronald Reagan

Nesta should've been bi, how tf did we get stuck with Mor

I have more but that's it for now.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

no wipw tomorrow

sorry guys. i never even started on last week's (because Rascal's favorite spot to nap was right behind my desk chair and I simply couldn't make him move from his spot) and I just don't care about anything right now

thank you to everyone who's sent me love and asks and messages. you guys truly are the greatest friends i've ever had. i promise i'll answer as soon as i can.

(rambling diaerie entry below. you have been warned)

lately i have been using 4tw to document Rascal things. memories of him that i love, things i will miss about him, the final days where i was watching over him 24/7. i have a log of times i helped him up. this document is over 3000 words right now. i have too many precious precious memories and my memory is not very good (as you all know) so i am terrified i will forget things about him. i can't let that happen. so yeah.

jess and i watched dead boy detectives this weekend for a distraction. it was a very good show. i get the hype now. wish it hadn't been cancelled. uh...

oh. jess and me made Rascal peanut butter fudge on Friday evening. he was... he was very tired but he still raised his head up to smell for it. and then bit me gently when i gave it to him.

i took a video of him licking peanut butter off the spatula. and i also took a video of him drinking his water because he always drank water so gently. he licked so gently. but he would bite so hard sometimes. in a partially blind grumpy old man way. :')

i wish he was here to bite my fingers again. TwT i wish i had a video of him walking in the kitchen. his claws tapping on the linoleum is music i haven't heard in over a week and that i will never hear again.

on Sunday morning Jess and i were talking about the things we'd miss and i mentioned how he hadn't "talked" in a long time. and then a little later, he did a loud deep AWOOOO that our parents heard from the other end of the house. it was so beautiful. :(

i tried to make salt dough paw prints yesterday before we left. but he was really not in the mood to be bothered (which i understand completely but i had to try i needed to have this little thing from him) and they didn't turn out great. i dreamt last night i broke one and it devastated me.

uhhh god this got long. i'm not doing the super greatest or anything but i'm trying to be okay. to all my friends who were worried, i ate yesterday. for the first time in six years i carried only one plate to my room. i cried.

i didn't cry when i ate this afternoon but it was a near thing. i kept almost tearing off a piece of my roll to give Rascal (he loved bread so much. bread and sweets were his favorites) but then i'd remember.

anyway. just an update for you all. sorry for skipping wipw but an anon gave me permission and i appreciated it a lot thank you anon (i am being completely serious). if i attempted to work on anything i'm sure they would all turn out super angsty and i don't want to fuck up our current storylines. i'm not sure when i will start wipw again to be honest.

my ocd made me do it to keep Rascal safe (most of my ocd related Things were to keep Rascal safe) and now they're... well not moot but sort of. it's kind of fucking me up to think that no matter how Good i was, it didn't matter. he's still dead. like it's shaken my world view? which is so stupid but hey i can't afford therapy so... y'all have to listen to this insanity. actually you don't i will slap a read more at the top to spare you. just had to get some feelings out and i am not quite ready to talk one on one.

but i love you. i love you all so so much. please god kiss your dog for me. if you don't have a dog, kiss your cat. and if you don't have a cat give your turtle, rat, rabbit, spider, lizard, bird, etc a smooch instead.

okay i'll shut up now. thank you for reading

<3 aerie

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Hmmm

Wrote an idea out for the brotherhood gambit au

"Who are you?”

Someone asks. Remy turns, wiping his hands on a towel. He faces the gaggle of teens in the entrance to the kitchen.

“Bonjour. I'm Remy. I made dinner. Should be good in a few minutes. I just gotta get the bread done. Think you'll be ready to eat then?”

He tilts his head and the one squating on the floor jumps up on the counter. He tries to sample the food with a finger and Remy pops him in the nose with a ladle.

“Youwch! What was that for man??!!”

Remy rolls his eyes.

“Don't be stinkin’ fingers in my food petit. Remy give you a taste if you just ask. Ask.”

Remy demands. The kid tries to shoot out his tongue and grab the lid of the pot. Remy spins, flicking out his staff and pinning the tongue. He sparks his staff in warning.

“One more chance. Ask petit. I'm happy to feed you.”

He releases the tongue and stares the kid in the eyes.

“Can… I have a taste?”

The kid chokes out, looking like it is killing him.”

“Why sure petit! Here, lemme getchu a fresh spoon.”

He pulls out a spoon and scoops out some. The teen snatches it and shoves it in his mouth. And then pauses.

“Mm! Good!!”

The kid lights up.

“High praise. Now shoo. Put your stuff up and wash your hands and I'll getchu a bowl, oui?”

The teen is out of the kitchen in a flash. The other teens stand around eyes wide. Remy wipes down the counter and drops the lid and the spoon into the sink to be washed.

“Watchu standin’ round gawking at? I'm half a mind to feed him all o’ it if y'all don't skiddaddle and put your stuff up.”

The larger boy nods and moves off. The one with a mullet crosses his arms.

“You movin’ in?”

“Oui. Got permission from ‘Neto. And Mystique.”

He finishes putting butter and garlic on the bread and pops it in the oven.

“And… you decided to start cooking?”

“Beats sitting on the dryer waiting for it to get done.”

Remy snarks back.

“Guess you're right. Lance. Your bike out there?”

“Sure is. She's my baby. Maybe we go and look at her later, oui?”

“Sure.”

And Lance goes. The last kid stays, arms crossed.

[tewwor]

——— BASICS ! ♡

NICKNAME : ro, kc, etc.

PRONOUNS : she/they

ZODIAC SIGN : taurus

TAKEN OR SINGLE : taken

——— THREE FACTS ! ♡

i developed a good amount of scar tissue in my ankles back in high school because i kept twisting them so often :) yes, i was a part of cross country / track the entire 4 years :) yes, i did twist both my ankles during running camp :) :)

i have stupid good hearing, and it drives me up a wall to hear things that most of my friends cannot hear. who, coincidentally, are mostly hard of hearing to some degree so it's just over stimulated hell & ear plug city over here ( i am suffering )

i... do have a bachelors in fine arts....... the thought of paint thinner, any paint types, specific smells of cleaning solutions and orange scented oils give me immediate flashbacks to art classes in the most feral way possible. have i put my degree to use professionally? absolutely not. im in accounting, go figure.

——— EXPERIENCE ! ♡

y'all... i have no clue and i'd like to keep it that way. i started rping probably way too early online. was my starting point when spn was at it's peak? yes, please don't bring it up ( cries ). have i met at least 1 lifelong friend that i have, and continue to be, friends with for 10+ years? yes. his parents love me and they're so sweet and he bullies me in game because we both suck at them. anyways, tunglr's a shitshow but writing silly things on here makes it worth it

——— MUSE PREFERENCE ! ♡

for muses i prefer to write? THE silent and wrath filled type ( each one lacks more and more restraint ), Pathetic Man™, that one cartoonish annoying but posh / socialite-esque personality & impeccably dressed figure, himbo and heavy on the dumb aspect, 'i'm so totally normal and not a weird fucked up obscure creature', wet creaturesTM, the 'oh no, i can help! but i will then immediately need help right after!', the 'i just wanna have fun and get random people into the weirdest shit possible' thrill seekers, That One Man That Shall Not Be Named Lest He Appear Like A Dream Paralysis Demon, that one idiotic dog that keeps biting people, sweetest... most uncertain and self-conscious man ever..., and of course - eldritch horror creature dating simTM

for muses i write again? Morally Grey, feral characters with so much backstory it really does wind me, silly......, creatures, just a human in a very supernatural situation, rays of sunshine, mean mfers.., well intentioned but comically comes in at the worst time possible, complex like it's the ny times crossword ( i am very bad at these ), came back Wrong, MisunderstoodTM but for good reason, etc.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ! ♡

FLUFF : goes so well with silliness, excellent balm for the soul, love it!

ANGST : bread and butter........ brick and mortar... required for me and my characters to strive... hurts so good, 100/10, always need more

SMUT : just dipping my pinky toe in it! still rather low on the types of threads i get the most consistent muse for, but it's there.... lingering.. waiting.......

PLOT / MEMES : always down for both, but i do tend to hop from one side to another. sometimes my brain favors plots. other times it's all about memes.

tagged by: i stolt it from someone

tagging: EVERYONE. idc if we just became mutuals, or we've been mutuals, i wanna know so tag me.

[invisiblequeen]

Noe Bodi Gameplay: Day 30

Ah, the morning after....with Rivers Granite (@gloomiegalaxie-sims)

Scratched up, sore and stuck outside in the snow in the early morning??? What happened last night?

(FLASHBACK ft. Lou Howell)

(END OF FLASHBACK)

So....It was rough. And he may have an enemy in Lou Howell for life.

He leveled up to Runt...but at what cost?

LOOK AT ALL THIS RUINED FURNITURE!

Honestly the thought of trying to repair that shit made Rivers so tired. So instead, he took his ass to the Moonwood library to find some instructions on where the hell to go from here.

He did find a book about deconstructing Werewolf stereotypes and was so engrossed in it that he didn't even notice the ghost that was reading next to him!

Or the celebrity Dirk Dreamer.

He finished that book in maybe two hours, that's how engrossed he was.

Perfect timing moment: right as he was finishing up his book, two neighbors came sauntering in with their winter best.

Felix (@madfeary)...

and Riaan (@wibblywobblytumblywumbly).

I think they liked each other! Riaan and Felix were both rather snobbish in comparison to Rivers, but I guess he endeared them because neither one gave him a bad impression. :)

I think they were captivated by his beautiful big eyes (like i am.)

Later on, Rivers was outside looking for the Moonwood Collective base. It's not that he wanted to JOIN, per se (his true love is Rory Oaklow, if you remember). He just wanted to connect with all sides of the werewolf experience! And the Moonwood Collective is the oldest clan in town!

So he was relieved to find the current leader right outside headquarters.

That's right y'all, in this save, Wolfgang is the HWIC.

Rivers immediately felt compelled to bow in respect as he introduced himself.

Which Wolfgang wanted to appreciate, but couldn't, as he was suddenly BLUE WITH FROSTBITE.

The game did not respect the outfit requirements for Winter!

Had to do it my damn self. :( But he was fine right after. Rivers was chatting about his first full moon the whole time.

Initially, Wolfgang seemed a bit overwhelmed by the sim's enthusiasm. But one look at those big beautiful eyes softened the leader up enough to engage kindly with the "runt" about dealing with his new normal. After all, the sim clearly meant no harm in talking a mile a minute--he needed guidance, direction, discipline.

They talked so much about the first full moon and how to recover, Rivers was attached to Wolfgang like a wannabe apprentice. So he asked to be a friend of his clan.

But of course, just like Rory, Wolfgang had to slow him down. "Let's get to know each other first," he said. "Let me see who you become the more you master yourself."

Rivers, only mildly disappointed, thanked Wolfgang for all his help, and they exchanged numbers.

"Now get out of this cold, son," said Wolfgang as he started walking away. "Only cold bloods can't feel the chill in their bones."

"Yessir, Mr. Wilder!"

Back at home...

Rivers ate mac and cheese while growling involuntarily. he did not like this part of the transformation.

Then he practiced a couple of howls, both normal and somber. The somber one took him out for a couple of hours by way of a wolf nap.

But most importantly, he got himself an at-home job as a "Help Desk!" Helping out desperate sims with basic computer problems was his bread and butter back in high school, so why not make a little money from it?

And that's where we leave out sweet Rivers Granite for now, coming down from the Full Moon's high by putting his mind to public service.

[previous] - [next]

[ambrosesystem]

FUCK

Welcome to Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum Known from Coast to Coast like butter and toast From headlines to bread lines From school rooms to pool rooms No other place in the contiguous United States Or other environments of the world Welcome!

Can I get a T? ("T") And if you hit me with the A-L-L-Y Then you'd see why The Hall is here for y'all The mini-mall is calling us all in So kids, pack up your mom's car Back up the Windstar Kick it in drive and arrive at the mega mart Slide the side hatch with pride 'cause your ties match On booty duty like your name was Eddie Thatch

W-W-T-H-D We like to kick it at the university But all work and no play makes us crazy So we jump in the bumping SUV Hit the street, get the sweet tunes on Do a donut on your mama's front lawn And sooner than you know You found the rock 'n roll show At the Tizzy Hizzy we'll be gone

We're in the mini-mall Working the carnival We like to play it all Welcome to Tally Hall

Who's to blame? The automated players, I proclaim Yellow tie, this suave fellow writes Heterophonic tunes of how love bites Red, the proud loud guy we adore

"Is my amp too high?" "No, turn it up more!" So Grey in the back, sippin' 'gnac, can hear He's knockin' down the shots like Bill Laimbeer Send home the locksmith, Green's got keys To unlock the rock in the act if you please Now open the case, give Blue the bass And jiggle your boodiggle all over the place

We're in the mini-mall Working the carnival We like to play it all Welcome to Tally Hall

We're in the mini-mall Working the carnival We like to play it all Welcome to Tally Hall

Can I get a click? Flick off the switch And we'll ignite the night in pitch Singing songs you like to hear And the world will disappear

Then we'll be glowing in the dark Lighting up the park Revealing that the Hall is the place that aims to please With unpredictable games and antiquities The collectibles, so delectable The unreliable style's undetectable

Like I might rap like an English chap Take you by the knickers and I'll bum you'll slap You didn't think we had the gall Well, bloody welcome to Tally Hall!

We're stereosonic, we're animatronic We're rappin' with the robo-electronic ebonics A quick distraction, a mechanic attraction Got a penny in your pocket for the slot Rock!

Hey, ho, don't cha know? It's a good old-fashioned puppet show! That's right, quite the set We're the marionette quintet We think we're playing in a band We'd love to give you all a hand Woo!

We're in the mini-mall Working the carnival We like to play it all Welcome to Tally Hall

We think we're playing in a band We'd love to give you all a hand We think we're playing in a band (yarrgh!) We'd love to give you all a hand We think we're playing in a band (aargh!) We'd love to give you all a hand!

[thatkippycat]

Just a little one shot about my favorite little jester man. Poly FizzModeus is my bread and butter fr fr. Also, this is the first non-reader one. I mean, it's a very underdeveloped oc people could easily project themselves onto, but still! If you guys like this, I would like to give a not so subtle reminder that I'm taking comissions! Info is linked on my pinned post. Hope y'all enjoy!

Just For Today: A Fizzarolli x NB!OC One-Shot

There was a distinctive knock on Lynx's door. Them and their boyfriend had come up with a little secret knock for eachother. He had the key, it was more of just "can I come in" kind of thing.

"Come in babe, I'm just making some hot chocolate."

"That...sounds great right now."

Lynx turned their head to see Fizzarolli. Satan, he looked like a mess. They weren't suprised, they watched him tell off Mammon on TV. Lynx also saw Asmodeus, their boyfriend's boyfriend, admit they were together, which brought up a massive storm of shitty media. Luckily, Lynx had a quiet little apartment Fizz could hide out in.

"Are you doing all right Hon?"

"Well, ignoring me telling my idol and boss to fuck himself, and having my relationship with Ozzie made public, I'm doing fine."

"But do you want to ignore it?"

"...Just for today. Atleast."

"Alright Fizz. Give me one second."

Time for operation Happy Fizzie. Luckily, Lynx had just what they needed. Marshmallows, whipped cream, little bits of crumbled cookies, and green sprinkles, all in the mug Lynx kept just for him. Lynx grabbing both Fizz's mug and their own, made their way to sit with him.

Fizz was curled up on the couch, blanket in his lap. Looking up he scooched over a bit, letting them get cozy with him. Lynx pulled a bit of the blanket over so they were both covered.

"Heh, you went all out this time, huh Lynx?"

"Mhm. You deserve it."

"Yeah... yeah."

"Hey, cheer up. I know you've got a lot on your plate, but you get a break with your favorite imp partner!"

"You're my only imp partner."

"Still, we get to be together, and I think that's a cause for celebration."

"Yeah. I guess it's been awhile since we've gotten a decent amount of time together."

"Well we've both been busy Hon."

"Mhm."

"Heh, hey Fizzie, love the new facial hair."

Fizzarolli, while drinking, ended up with whipped cream on his upper lip. He went to figure out what Lynx was talking about, a smile gracing his face as he realized.

"Eh, it's not really my style. Wanna help me get rid of it?"

"Absolutely. Come here."

Both Lynx and Fizz put their mugs on the nearby coffee table, right before Lynx climbed onto Fizz, capturing his lips with their own. After a few moments, the two broke apart, with Lynx choosing to lay their head on Fizz's chest.

"Uh, Lynx? I'm still processing... everything, but I do want to ask something."

"What is it Hon?"

"Well, now that me and Ozzie are, y'know, public, are things going to get, I dunno, weird between us?"

"Nah."

"Are you sure? I mean-"

"Nope, stop right there. Fizzarolli, you are an amazing imp, and you make me so, so happy. I would do anything to see you happy, meaning I'm fine with sharing you. I'm fine with people knowing you have more partners than just me. As long as you're happy, I'm happy. Alright?"

"...What'd I do to deserve you?"

"Need help setting up your act, apparently."

"Hey, I had everything under control."

"Mhm, sure. Hey Fizz?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, no matter what."

"I... I love you too Lynx."

"Good. Now, we're gonna lay here watching shitty rom coms until we pass out in eachother’s arms, 'kay?"

"Sounds great babe."

[vampysparkz]

The Fool pt. 1

Ajax Petropolus X Oracle!Reader

TAGLIST:

Word count: 1,084

Trope notice:

Hurt-Comfort

Later Angst

Secret Admirer

Border Credits: @rpinkling

WARNINGS/NOTICES/IMPORTANT INFO:

This depiction of Y/N is derived from a poll I made! Y/N has been built as using She/Her pronouns, and is biologically female. There may be a little bit of self deflection here, just for funsies because I love character building. | This current chapter is safe, but a later chapter is planned to contain smut, so keep that in mind if that's not something you're comfortable with! I'll be sure to add a pre-added warning when I post it to let y'all know. | The song that is used in this fic is Black Honey by Thrice (highly recommend giving it a listen, especially while reading) | Language | Mentions of Readers mother being in a hospital

"I keep swingin' my hand through a swarm of bees"

".....!"

"I can't understand why they're stingin' me"

".....N!"

"But I'll do what I want, I'll do what I please"

"Y....N?!"

"I'll do it again 'til I've got what I need"

"Y/N !!"

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Y/N's head snapped up when she heard the muffled beeping of her alarm, the deafening noise is drowned out by the blasting music on her Bluetooth earbuds. She sighs, taking the earbuds out of her ears, Dustin Kensrue's voice and the beat of the drums still audible from the headphones, dropping them onto her nightstand. As her ears adjusted to the noise that engulfed her surroundings, she roughly smacked the off button on the alarm clock, silencing the ear-splitting repetition.

"What was I dreaming about again?" She mutters, sitting up and slowly dragging herself out of bed, picking up the blue constellation-print blankets off of the floor, and setting them on the bed, before looking down at her pajamas. She huffs, untucking her t-shirt from the band of their bra, and rightening the band of her shorts.

Before her mother went insane, she had said her dreams were a 'gateway into her divination', so Y/N was constantly trying to recall whatever fantasy she had concocted, but she always came up fruitless. Her dreams escaped her as soon as she opened her eyes, so she wore the headphones, trying to drown out whatever possible premonition that would make its way to her.

Y/N yawns, stretching with a soft yawn, and looking towards her backpack, that was propped up against her vanity. "Right... First day of school, better get ready" She sighs to herself, and went about getting dressed, pulling on the standard Nevermore uniform, and put on her array of crystal and protective jewelry. She made sure to keep the necklaces tucked into her shirt, but paused when she looked down to her jewelry holder, eyes trained on the carnelian necklace that sat on the plate.

(Note: Carnelian is used to boost confidence, self esteem, energy, creativity, sexual energy, amongst other things)

"Wouldn't hurt" She shrugs, picking up the necklace and fastening the clasp around her neck, tucking the crystal into her shirt. Once she deemed herself ready, she grabbed her backpack and made her way out of the bedroom, and into the dusty hall, walking down the staircase. Blue and purple light streamed in through the tinted windows as she walked into the kitchen, stepping around the empty wheelchair to grab the loaf of bread, tossing a few slices into the toaster.

She was caught up in her head, relaying over usual first day of school thoughts, absent mindedly picking up the jam and butter from the fridge, setting it on the counter. Once the toast popped up from the toaster, she quickly made her pieces of toast, and looked over to the nearby clock, noting the time... It being 5 minutes after her usual leaving point.

"Shit!-" She shouts, cramming both pieces of toast into her mouth as fast as she could manage without choking, before bolting out the door. Heavy platforms flunked against the concrete as Y/N booked it out of the large, empty house, and towards the academy's bus queue.

This was her first day at Nevermore, she'd been to similar schools, there being one or two for the 'magically gifted' or strange, but as her mother changed hospitals, Y/N had to change schools. Overall, she was okay with that, she never made a lot of friends, and she had never made plans to be 'lifelong besties' with the ones she made.

Luckily, the bus was empty when it pulled up to the stop, her house being the only one on the street. She climbed into the bus, giving a half hearted wave to the old Gorgon bus driver, before going to sit down in the nearest possible seat.

She then pulled out her phone, opening up her messages, and then her mother's contact, staring at the thousands of unanswered messages. Y/N wrote to her mother daily, good mornings, good nights, life updates, when she'd visit next, but they always went unanswered. Her mom could barely even gather her thoughts enough to lift the phone, Y/N just assumed she let her phone die at some point and never plugged it back in, or maybe the orderlies took it.

"You alright back there honeybun? Looking a little forlorn" The old man calls, causing Y/N to look up from her screen, and over to the bus driver. "Oh, yeah I'm fine... Just uh.. Nervous about today" She lied, in reality, she was perfectly fine with starting at the new school, she had done a card reading or two, and established that everything would (hopefully) go fine. "Ah, well. I don't know if things have changed since I last attended Nevermore, since that was a few decades ago, but I'm sure things will be fine" He nods with a smile, which made Y/N give a soft smile in return, at least he was sweet.

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When the bus pulled up to the academy, Y/N hopped off the bus, waving to the bus driver. "Bye Mister Chesnok!" She calls, waving to the old man on the bus, who gave a feeble wave. She then turned towards the school, looking over the crowds of students, already gathering in their cliques as staff loaded up their luggage onto the trolleys.

She gave a soft sigh, putting in her headphones to drown out the surrounding voices, pressing play on the side of the earbuds as she walked to the steps of the school.

"I'll rip and smash through the hornet's nest"

Y/N made it about halfway up the stone steps, before she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She gave a soft sigh, and turned down the music, before looking up and turning. There stood six students, of various species, each of them looking at her with hopeful and expecting expressions.

"...Can I help you?" Y/N sighs, her voice clear, speaking with a sort of assertiveness that she portrayed when dealing with peers. "Hi! Uh.. You're the new oracle kid right?" A small gorgon girl squeaked, clutching her backpack. "I'm not reading y'alls fortunes, if that's what you're trying to ask" Y/N rolled her eyes, turning away from them, before a vampire boy cleared his throat. "Well pay you" He chimes, peaking Y/N's interest.

"Do you understand I deserve the best?"

She gave another soft sigh, and turned back to the group. "One reading per person, I charge extra for relationship readings. Schedule with me beforehand, so I can write in breaks." She quips, she usually knew better than this... But the offer of payment was always something that broke her. She was an opportunist after all.

The turned her music back up, and turned back towards the door, walking into the school, leaving the group wonderstruck.

Part one is done! Second part is already being written, so be on the lookout!

[chronicbeans]

My little Welcome Home OC Segment featuring my OC, Pinkie Patience! It's formatted like a forum post asking to find the episode.

If y'all wanna participate in this challenge (that I created because I just love how creative some of these OCs y'all are making are), go right ahead!

Here's the link to the post explaining it:

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LOST WELCOME EPISODE PLS HELP????

So, a little about me: I'm a disabled man, trying to find this one episode of Welcome Home. This show was kinda my comfort as a kid. I was put in a wheelchair due to an accident from a really young age and the positivity this show exuded was very welcoming and comforting. I mean, it was literally called WELCOME Home! One character, however, really helped me out. His name was Pinkie Patience, and he only appeared in a few episodes. He was disabled, like me, and made me feel understood. Like I had a friend in him, because we were similar. I've heard similar stories from other people online who remember him and are disabled. It kinda seems like he was the bread and butter for disabled kids, back then.

There was this one episode, however, that kinda made me realize that I had more friends than I thought. I always felt like I needed to stick with other kids that were disabled, because a few of the "normal" kids made fun of me and the others. They made fun of my wheelchair, made fun of my friend's leg braces, made fun of anything they could. Especially when it was a visible difference. It really made me feel bad about the fact that, not only was I disabled, I was VISIBLY disabled. Kinda like I couldn't make friends with able-bodied people, because they wouldn't want to be seen with me. This episode, which for the life of me I cannot remember the name of, made me realize otherwise. It made me realize I COULD make friends with able-bodied kids, that, if they were a good person, they wouldn't feel ashamed of being seen with me. I want to find this episode, so I could show it to my kid, who recently had to get a back brace for scoliosis. They hate that people can tell they are wearing it, even if they hide it with clothes.

So, I can't remember the name, but I remember the specific segment that involved Pinkie. It was actually a Wally segment, with him painting. The other characters got involved, too. Let me write out what I could remember.

So, Wally starts out the segment like normal. Instead of asking the viewer what to paint, however, he says something like "I want to paint something for Pinkie. He seemed upset, yesterday, and still seems upset today." Then, he went on to explain how everybody was playing a game yesterday, accommodating for Pinkie's limited movement and joint pain. However, partway through, Pinkie had to stop playing, because his joints got worse and his leg brace broke.

So, Wally begins painting a picture of Pinkie, specifically Pinkie in his leg braces. This is important for later, but isn't really mentioned. Anyways, Julie ends up interrupting the segment, knocking on Wally's door. Wally let's her in, with Julie mentioning her concerns for Pinkie. She joins in on the art segment, drawing a picture of Pinkie relaxing in the sun in crayon. It repeats with each character, with Frank and Eddie working together to make a paper chain of something, Sally writing a play about... Something I also don't remember, but I think she mentioned making sure it wouldn't be too taxing for Pinkie to play the lead role. Howdy and Poppy worked together to make Pinkie a cake, making sure to not put any chocolate or peanut butter in the recipe, because Pinkie was allergic to those foods. I don't remember what Barnaby did, but I do remember him making a joke about how people seem to think Pinkie doesn't do much because of his disabilities, but in fact, he probably does more than the people who think that way about him.

So, Wally making a painting turned into planning a surprise party that was being held in Wally's house (AKA Home, because his house was alive). Eddie ended up going and getting Pinkie, who was brought in in a wheelchair, due to his leg braces still being broken. Everybody presented their gifts to him, trying to cheer him up. I don't remember how he reacted at first, but by the end, he was happy.

Everybody left one by one, until it was just Pinkie and Wally. Pinkie turned to leave, but was stopped by Wally, who hadn't given him his painting, yet. This was the part where the painting became really important. Maybe not to the episode, but to me.

Wally gives Pinkie the portrait, with Pinkie looking a bit shocked. Then, Pinkie smiles and goes on one of his long rants. I still remember it, almost word for word, despite it being a bit long imo. I mainly remember it because I rewatched the episode to write down what he said and I still have that paper. My writing was messy, though, and my spelling was a bit off. So I kinda had to decipher it would write it down. I made sure to write it down, because this was the exact moment that made this show, especially this episode, Pinkie, and Wally Darling, so special to me.

Pinkie said "Man. Thanks. You know, sometimes, I wonder why anybody would find me appealing enough to draw or paint a picture of me. People tend to find it hard to draw things like my braces or my wheelchair. Also, I just think that they look unappealing. Then, I think to myself, "Wow! Imagine all the people in the world who think the same thing! All the beautiful people who also have braces, wheelchairs, or a difference they think is noticable from people who aren't disabled? I know that if I saw them, I would think they are beautiful people, so what makes me different? And I know that you think I am a beautiful person, Wally, be cause you always say so. The same with the rest. Everyone here always tells me how nice I looked that day, how nice I look today, and how nice I'll look tomorrow. You guys always cheer me up when I'm down. It's why, most of the time, I feel good about myself. It makes me sad to think about all of the lovely people who feel down because they are different, and they don't have others to cheer them on."

There was then this moment of silence, like the two of them had this silent understanding. Then, Wally looked to the screen, saying "It's always nice to cheer others up, no matter who they are and what they are going through. You may feel like you have nobody, or that you can only be with others like you, but that isn't true! The world may be a bit mean sometimes. People fear those they don't understand... but avoiding what you don't understand only makes it so that you'll always fear it! You need to go out and meet others who are different, no matter how scary it may seem, at first. Then, you'll eventually meet the people who are nice and want to understand you just as much as you want to understand them."

The show then ended. Wally's segment was at the end of this episode. If it helps out in finding this episode, I think this episode might've been dedicated to someone in specific. I remember the end card having a subtitle saying it was dedicated to someone, with my mom mentioning that it was the kid of a set member on the show who was recovering from polio and had to have knee braces because of it.

I have a few books with Pinkie, like the one about his birthday and the one about not being afraid of going to the doctor. This episode, though, is the only thing I remember that directly talked about how some kids feel when they have to use a visible aid or if they have a visible disability. Please, I really want to find it! I already contacted the Welcome Home Restoration Project people on the website, but I think having extra people searching could help!

[scary-monsters]

Kat! I think it's good to take a break from art because it helps the ideas percolate but I definitely understand missing it! But things I love about your art are:

I think the texture of your art is really lovely. Especially the way you do skin!

Your color choices are incredible too and only compliment the textures you create even more. They're so warm and inviting to the eye; I feel like they really showcase your interest in 70s design/aesthetics for sure. Watching your process on stream the one time was great and I hope you know it's okay to flip and rotate your canvas so that you continue to have fresh eyes on a piece! It's part of your process and it's fun to watch!

I've said this before but the way you draw Diego's eyes is just *chef's kiss* and I will stand by that forever, but your grasp on facial features in general is just so good. Everything feels well balanced and has wonderful structure; like you absolutely have a firm grip on drawing faces and it's just WOW!

Finally I love the way you draw clothes and design outfits. I know you've talked briefly here and there about fashion/your experiences with fashion on the server but I am so wowed by the things you create. I love your attention to hem/crease lines as well as textures and patterns of clothing: it's really inspiring and makes me think more about what an outfit has to say without a character saying it themselves.

Please take as much time as you need to either be with or away from your art. At the end of the day you're doing your best and that's what really matters! 🌟

ande i've been sitting on this ask all day just kinda speechless bc idk what to say, and anything i DO say won't be enough to tell you how much all of this means to me 😭 oftentimes my biggest growth as an artist comes right after a break, so i'm really trying to just be patient with myself in hopes i'll come back with a fresh perspective.

portraiture is my bread and butter, it just makes sense to me and i'm glad you think i've got a good handle on it 🥺 i especially love hearing that my other interests (70s, fashion, etc) are evident in my art bc i never really thought about it that way but i definitely want to try and play more into that whenever i get back into the swing of things.

it was so nice to have you and everyone else hang out with me when i streamed the other night, i'm hoping to do that more often bc y'all are so sweet and such great company 🧡 i cannot say it enough but: thank you thank you thank you

[anomalouscadaver]

INTRO YOU NERDS!!!!!!!

explodes with with my MIND!!!!!

Okay here's some stuff about me!!!

My name is Dean! He/Him, 19, etcetc

I don't write much, admittedly- not proper writing, at least. But what I do a lot is ramble about my little stories. One day I do intend to write a book series, buuuut because of various life obstacles it's debatable whether that will actually happen. Nonetheless, fiction is my passion, and I'm going to use this blog to screech like a madman.

I write mostly fantasy/sci-fi! That's my bread and butter right there. I love space, I love fantasy, I love aliens and constructing culture. My real skill is with worldbuilding, so if you need any ideas, feel free to send me a DM/an ask!

Please note, I am aromantic. And while not romance repulsed, I find romance fiction rather boring. I don't enjoy participating in shipping or fandom culture, so I'll be avoiding it, so if that's something you really like, this blog probably isn't gonna be your cup of tea!

I'm not going to put a DNI list, but know that if you're a terf or some proship freak or some shit I will not hesitate to make fun of you publicly. ❤️

Otherwise I'm quite friendly!! I'm gonna bother all y'all >:3

[the-takosader]

Y'all ever had the urge to create something random? Yeah, me neither. Anyway, here's Kara running from a horde of Giga Monty (if you haven't seen the last post, all you need to know is that he (Kara) is my main OC). I know this specific art was featured in the last post as well, but hey, this one's something to be proud of for me.

"But wait!", I hear you say. "What is a 'Giga Monty', and why does it look like Montgomery Gator from acclaimed game Five Nights At Freddy's: Security Breach?" Well, hypothetical reader, a Giga Monty (singular) is actually Spotlight Monty from the "Showtime" sequence of the game. For more info, watch this video (made by AstralSpiff): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLtpPoLyV3o

So why's Kara running from them? Because I like to make random scenarios happen that pop up into my brain. And, one warm summer's night in late July of last year, I made this piece. Fun fact about it: It was the first art I made of Kara that I manually posed the hell out of. Earlier arts had me editing the stand pose of the model (for the models I used, a T-pose) into a slightly better pose, giving it a better vibe than just "this art is unfinished, under construction, nothing to see here yet, folks."

Now, what in specific did I edit? Well, here's a better question: what in specific didn't I edit? The pose was built off of a stand pose (I didn't stop using the addon as a base until December), but it's been so built up that you cannot guess that from first glance. I manually posed the fingers into fists, and posed the arms to look like that running pose that you always see on fire exit signs.

However, all that pales, pales, I tell you, in comparison to what I did with the head. Because what I did, I am oh so SO very proud of: I posed the head as looking over his shoulder, and I posed the eyes to do the same.

Now, posing the head's easy talk. You know what you're doing, you can get that puppy to spin 180° Exorcist style while making the creepiest grin possible (actually possible by the way. Facial flexes are weird in GMod).

The hard part is the eyes.

Eyes, by default, cannot be posed. Nope. Mm-mm. Not gonna happen, Cap'n. You need a specific addon, developed and bug-tested by Steam users, to make that one work. The only downside is that the addon I use also appears to be the only eye-related posing tool that actually works. But that's neither here nor there. My problem was trying to get the eyes of the model I used to actually look in the direction I wanted them to look in.

A quirk of the eye posing tool that I use is that it has two modes and methods of function: Mouse1, and E + Mouse1. I know. Shocking difference, right?. Well, you ain't seen nothing yet, kid. Mouse1's function is simple: make the eyes look at a point, focusing on the crosshair of the player's HUD. All that's fine at first, but the only issue is that it's not calibrated for the Octoling model's eyes. In fact, it's not calibrated to any custom model's eyes that are further apart than the eyes of the stock valve_biped model.

Okay, you want an example, right? Let me describe it. So, let's take Dr. Breen's model and pose the eyes using Mouse1. Normal movement. You move the crosshair to the right, he looks right. You move the crosshair left, he looks left, and so on and so forth.

You can't do that for the Octoling models, or the Inkling models, for that matter.

The eyes, they shift as soon as you click Mouse1. And wouldn't you know it, they shift to right where good ol' Dr. Breen's eyes would be. Which means that no, you can't just use the "look at this point" system to pose the eyes.

E + Mouse1, however, that's your bread and butter here. With E + Mouse1, the model doesn't look towards a point, it looks towards the player, which can be creepy. Lifeless eyes, staring deep into your soul, stealing what secrets lie within.

Now that we've had our daily dose of cosmic paranoia... back to-

GOOD GOD HOW LONG DID I RAMBLE ABOUT EYEPOSERS?!

Ahem... sorry about the wall of text. Yeah, it happens with me. Too much long-form content in text format, methinks. Anyway, the point about E+M1 is that through this, Inkling and Octoling eyes can be posed (yay!), and through this feature of the eye mover, I got this art looking the best I possibly could. Granted, my skill has improved since then, but it's good to recognise that you last year is not you today, and it's good to see how your art has gotten better!

Also don't ask me why I chose SCP:SL's LCZ as my background map of choice, I just did.