#my friend's idea i musted to drew lol

[ivvmell]

[tetragonia]

A Wave of Feelings

Rafe Cameron x F!Pogue!Reader

Blurb: Rafe and (Y/N) got into an argument for God knows how many times, about literally anything when they breath the same air, ranging from a small accident to a heated one about their cultural beliefs. But something in the air was different this time. Or was it only in the air? Not something in their heart and mind when the two of you finally realize something big that could change your lives?

Note: I have always wanted to write an angst especially for this character and it has occurred to me one day that arguing/miscommunication plot is kind of my fave trope so here we are lol.

Warning: angst, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, argument, bad writing lol English isn't my first language. also, soft!Rafe in the end!

Words: 1490

The sun hung low over the Outer Banks as Rafe Cameron and you found yourself embroiled in yet another heated argument. This was clearly not the first time you both got into an argument. Some of them were heavy like that one time when your best friend asked you to go to the party just to talk to Rafe (which she did) but then he dumped her after the party and she cried for weeks on your shoulder, or some Kook-owned properties that limited your access, or some insulting banter between Rafe and your friends (that got you realized how much he hated JJ).

But most of the time it was just about silly things: when he knocked up your beer accidentally, when you sailed in front of him and accidentally splashed some water (it didn't even make his already oily hair wet), or when you were napping in a near beach and he claimed that it was his territory (he was in the Cut area, for God's sake!). You two always found a way to argue.

This time, your voices clashed like crashing waves, echoing off the walls of the old shipwreck where you had sought refuge.

"You're impossible, Rafe! Always acting like you own this place, roaming around thinking that you're so much better than us Pogues," you exclaimed, your voice tinged with frustration. Pogues always owned this place, not some rich snobby kids like him, you thought.

Rafe's jaw clenched, his temper flaring and pride wounded. He hissed, "Maybe if you Pogues have some ambitions, you wouldn't be stuck in the same place your whole life!"

Oh, this was definitely one of those heavy arguments.

Your fists clenched at your sides as took a step forward. Your voice trembling with emotion. "You have no idea what it's like to struggle, Rafe. You've always had everything handed to you on a silver platter."

For a moment, you needed to convince yourself that you saw Rafe's gaze softened. You wanted to believe that a flicker of remorse crossed his features before he quickly masked it with a defiant glare. "At least I don't have to scrape by just to survive. Maybe if you Pogues worked harder, you'd actually amount to something."

His words struck deep, a painful reminder of the challenges you and your community faced every day. You recoiled as if struck by a lightning, your eyes stinging with unshed tears and your face was red, "You don't know anything about me, Rafe. You don't know what I've been through."

Your argument drew the attention of Sarah who was nearby with John. She was one of your best friends and you felt nothing but pity every time you realized that she shared the same blood with Rafe. With a furrowed brow, she stepped between you two, her hands raised in a gesture of peace trying to calm you down.

"Hey, what's going on here? Can't you two go five minutes without arguing?" Sarah pleaded, her voice filled with concern and annoyance. She must be tired with all these arguments, you thought. But those were all about Rafe's incapability to control his temper! And that might or might not be your issue as well...

Rafe shot you a scorching glare before turning his attention to Sarah. "Stay out of this, Sarah. This doesn't concern you."

Your eyes flashed with defiance as you stepped forward beside Sarah. "You're the one who concerns everyone with your existence!"

"What did you say to her, Rafe?!" Sarah looked at you with a concern. You were one of her strongest friends and she rarely saw you tremble like this. "Come on, talk it out like an adult, will ya!"

Rafe's fists clenched at his sides, his frustration boiling over. "Talk? What's there to talk about? I said, stay out of this, Sarah."

His gaze turned to you, "You think you know everything, (Y/N). Being the weaker one of the community, blaming us for having some money. If you said that I don't know anything about you, then you also don't know anything about me!"

His words cut like a blade across your pain. Your expression softened, a hint of hurt flickering in your eyes and you were not sure whether Rafe realize that or not. "Let's just cut it out. You would never understand what I've been through. What we have been through. Let's go, Sarah. Let's get out of here."

Sarah watched the exchange with growing concern, her heart aching for her brother and her best friend. She knew there was something deeper at play here, something that neither of them wanted to admit.

"Come on, you two. Let's take a step back and calm down, especially you, Rafe," Sarah suggested, her voice gentle yet firm. She glared at his brother. His face was as red as you, his forehead frowned deep.

You and Rafe exchanged a wary glance before reluctantly exhaled a deep breath. As much as you hate him, as much as you didn't want to admit, you really want him to apologize. The tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a palpable sense of unease.

Sarah sighed, running a hand through her hair as she tried to find the right words. "Look, I know things have been tense lately, but I really can't bear another sight of you guys bicker over things. If you still want to do that, please not where I can see you. I need you two to be in your best behavior when I'm around. Especially with you, Rafe. I have enough of you already."

Rafe's gaze softened as he looked at his sister, a pang of guilt tugging at his heart. "You're right, Sarah. I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier."

Sarah still held her concern, but she relieved to see them finally finding common ground. "It's okay. Now I'll leave it up to you. I can't mom you around like this, geez."

She walked away from you both. She lived long enough with both you and Rafe and there was no way she did not realized that beneath the surface, there was a different kind of tension simmered—a tension born from unspoken feelings and unacknowledged desires.

You stood still, refused to meet his gaze. The wind blew your hair as the sun began to set. You started to feel the chill and instinctively hug your own body, fixing your shirt together. You accidently drew a sharp breath when a cold wind sent chills down your spine. You sniffed and looked over the horizon. Refusing to take even the tiniest glance at him, you kept looking at the sea while stroking your upper arm.

Despite the heat of your argument, Rafe couldn't ignore the way the cold seemed to seep into your bones, making you appeared small and vulnerable against the vast expanse of the beach. His heart ached at this view.

You didn't see that he wanted to reach out, to wrap his arms around you and shield her from the biting wind; his hesitation to offer you warmth and comfort in the midst of your argument.

But his pride held him back, a barrier he had built long ago to protect himself from vulnerability and pain. Yet now, standing on the windswept beach with you before him, he couldn't ignore the truth any longer.

With a heavy sigh, Rafe took a step forward, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. "(Y/N), I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. I was out of line."

Your eyes widened in surprise at Rafe's apology, your anger momentarily forgotten as she regarded him with cautious curiosity. You had expected him to be stubborn, to be the usual Rafe: to dig in his heels and refuse to back down. But instead, here he was, standing before you with such humility you'd never seen before.

For a moment, the two of them stood in silence, the only sound the crashing of the waves against the shore. And then, slowly, hesitantly, you took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

"Rafe," you said softly, your voice barely audible above the wind. "Thank you."

And with that, Rafe's resolve crumbled completely. Ignoring the voice of doubt in his mind, he opened his arms and pulled you into a tight embrace, provided you with the warmth of his body against yours. He could feel the softness of your hair against his cheek and he kissed your head softly it almost gave you a heart attack.

So you were not hallucinating all this time. The glances, the gestures, the underlying concern for her.... He felt the same way, too.

In that moment, with the cold wind whipping around them, you knew that he had finally acknowledged his feelings for you. And as you stood together on the windswept beach, you both vowed to never let your pride stand in the way of your connection again.

[not-5-rats]

Waiter...more angst!!! At once!!...but make it Timmy ^^

This is like super similair to my Marco post, practically the same but different lol, also sorry if the sequence of things isn't 100% right according to the actual series, I can't properly remember it and I don't have the patience to relisten to it rn-

Also wanna put a warning for this one, there's some gross descriptions of mutilation and guts so if that makes you uncomfortable probs best to skip this one!!

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"I found my family...but I also lost a huge part of it"

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Honestly it didn't take him long to warm up to Bug. They caught him a bit off guard, he almost fell into the river, but he didn't really care too much. He falls into the river all the time! He quickly got over it and became enraptured by the stranger. They had such a dazzling smile, and that laugh, oh he felt himself burning red merely thinking about it. They were so energetic, able to match Timmy's speed and more! They were kind, they were joyous, they were...perfect

Everyday after they met he dragged Bug to do anything and everything with him. He had to run to town to grab some resources? Bug grab your bag! Going on a fishing trip with Bodie? Buuuug hope you know how to fish!! Everything he did, he dragged them to do it with him. They were practically attached by the arm, dawn till dusk. With every moment they spent together he fell deeper and deeper in love with them, his heart began to swell whenever they drew near, his eyes widened and his stomach began to churn. They made him so nervous...nothing had ever made him this nervous, it was strange...but he didn't really care. He would do anything to be around them, doesn't matter the cost.

One day he finally decided he should bring them to his home, show them about. Bug seemed overjoyed when they realised they were being invited, so the three made their way over. As soon as they ascended the ladder, entering his home, he rushed Bug into the room which held his collection. Crystals covered shelf upon shelf, the sparkling jewels blinding in the harsh sunlight which streamed in from the windows. Bug was entranced, the endless colours leaving them feeling like they were trapped in a kaleidoscope. He picked up many rocks from about the room, gently pushing them into Bug's view...but one type seemed to appear more often than the rest, Roze Quarts. Of course Bug had no idea what this meant...but he, he knew what he was doing, he was practically confessing to them right there and then! Alas..they didn't catch on.

Everything was perfect, Bodie and him living in the swamps, with Bug staying for the foreseeable future, yet one day...everything changed. Timmy's eyes were opened to who had truly been staying with them these past weeks. Just another day out with his friends, it was going fine, until he swam right into a Hunters trap, he assumed it would be alright I mean he'd been caught in a million traps before, he'd managed to get out then why would now be any different! ...it was different, the Hunter's must have realised their traps weren't working so they got stronger ones. Timmy couldn't get out, not even when Bodie tried to help from the outside, nothing was working. Bodie decided it'd be best for hum to rush home and get some tools, Bug agreed and Timmy...couldn't really do anything to stop them. Almost as soon as Bodie was out of sight they heard it, footsteps, crunching branching from nearby. Bug seemed distressed, Timmy tried to calm them, but once again he couldn't do much. They tried to break the trap open with the bear hands but unsuprisingly it didn't work, yet they kept pushing, their fingers aching, blood beginning to leak from their palms. They began to ramble, telling Timmy that they'd get him out, it was going to be alright...that seemed more aimed at themself than him though, suddenly another voice spoke over them causing Bug to fall silent;

"Well what have we 'ere"

Hunters, Timmy began to yell at them to get out of here, to go away before he got to them...they simply laughed. Given his size and current situation, the Hunter's stated that he was in no state to make that kind of claim. Before he could retaliate they turned on Bug, they claimed Timmy was theirs to take given it was their trap, he was sure Bug would stand up for him! Get them to let him go...but instead he said something he could never have expected. They claimed he was their catch, he led them into it, they were all the skill here. The two groups began to argue but he barely heard anything...ge felt so fucking betrayed. How could they do this to him, he thought they were his friend...his family...his love, yet here they stood discussing his worth with Hunters as though he were nothing more than a mangy dog they'd be happy to get rid of. He felt so angry, he could feel the tears threatening to take over his eyes but he refused to let them. He could feel himself disassociating, trying to wake up, begging for thus to be nothing but a bad dream...he realised how real it was when he felt himself being dragged away and saw Bug dissapearing into the distance.

The journey was dreadful, the Hunter's constantly poked fun at him, boasted about the awful fate thay awaited him...he wished he could just fall into the ground and dissapear. Finally though he found himself being thrown into a cage in the arena...a giant creature looming in the corner. Slowly it stepped into the light, growling at him, he shuffled back into the wall, trying not to let his fear gleam through, but it was hard when the figure was so much larger than him. However, for the second time that day Timmy heard something he could never have expected to hear. The figure stared at him, a slight hint of shame on his face as it told him...it was his father. The figure revealed itself to be Rolden, he's been trapped here for ages and a while ago he was forced to have a child with a half-dragon named Lora...he couldn't believe it. What the fuck was going on. He thought his parents were dead but now it turns out they're alive??? And they're here??? His mind was a whirl...and suddenly it got alot worse. His father was once again snatched away from him, to fight in the arena, what felt like an eternity later his father returned, bloody and bruised and with somebody else...

"Bodie!!!"

He couldn't believe his eyes, what was Bodie doing here! What was going on!! Bug, Bug must have done this, feeling him out wasn't enough they had to get Bodie caught up in this as well!! He felt the rage boil in him...which wasn't helped by the announcement from Rolden that Bodie was his brother, making him Timmys uncle. He felt so confused, so lost, he had no idea what was going on anymore! Everything he had once known was suddenly thrown onto its head! Nothing was as he believed, his family was alive...he had been with it this entire time! Well one member of it...as for the other...well they turned out to be a fucking cheat, a backstabber, a liar. He curled up on the floor, just trying to block it all out...and as if it couldn't get any worse he suddenly heard a haunting voice echoing from the bars of their cells

His eyes shot to the bars, there they stood, a relieved smile plastered on their face...how fucking dare they smile...how fucking dare Bug show face here. He ran to the wall, grasping the bars with such a tight hand he felt pain instantly shooting through it. He yelled, demanding to know what they were doing here...why they did this!!...they didn't respond at first, letting him get his frustration out...with every yell, every accusation, Timmy felt his heart shatter, the love he felt for Bug still present and pushing against his chest begging him to embrace them, to tell them how worried he was that they were really a Hunter...but he refused to let it. He maintained an enraged expression, throughout his entire being, refusing to let a slither of relied show even as Bug talked him through their plan. He wanted to believe that they didn't really betray him...but he couldn't, he knew what happened, he was there!! Nobody couldn't deny it! They let him go!! They let those awful fucking Hunters take them away! Do awful things to him...they let that happen. As much as he loved them he couldn't just move past that. Luckily Rolden was listening to Bugs plan cause Timmy barely caught a word...and as soon as they had appeared Bug vanished, promising to come again soon to think of a proper plan.

Days passed, Bug visited once again along with Marco, who seemed sort of exhausted- Bug went with him when he first visited his mother to inform her of the plan...he was kind of relieved, he loved his Mother and was so glad to finally see her but that lady was SCARY, absaloutly terrifying! At the same time...he didn't trust them yet, he still felt so fucking awful about what they had done, he couldn't move on. Anyways they informed her of their plan, she thought it was quite stupid, but agreed to help nonetheless. After they left Timmy felt...empty, he didn't know how to feel. So he just sat and patiently awaited the night they would finally get out of here.

It eventually came, they were ushered out of their cages by two cloaked figures that were easily identified as Bug & Marco, the group was squeezed through passages, hurried past rooms and finally ended up in a dark hall, one last door and they'd finally be free. The entire walk Timmy had practically ordered that Bug stand infront of him, this meant the rest of the group would be infront and he would be behind so they couldn't abandon them...they couldn't betray them again. Fortunately everything was going smoothly, no incidents. Bodie pushed the door open, Marco was first out closely followed by Bodie, Rolden and Lora...but just as Bug went to leave their neck suddenly snapped around. Timmy felt Bugs hands roughly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him out the door, as he fell to the floor just out the door he realised why they had done Guards, three of them, one grabbed Bugs arms, restraining them, another grabbed their face as they teased, warning Bug of all the pain they were about to force them and their silly friends to endure. The last stepped forwards to try and re-capture Timmy, but Bug kicked the door shut before they could. As soon as it was closed Marco rushed forwards and locked the door once more, stopping them from following. Timmy was rushed to his feet, he tried yelling about Bug, they had to make sure they were okay! But it was too late. They sped back into the swamps...leaving Bug behind, in the hands of the Guards...the ruthless Guards...Timmy's heart ached as he thought of all the awful things they were probably doing to them...the torture they were forcing Bug to endure.

Timmy couldn't sleep for days after they escaped, he barely spoke and refused to est anything. Everyone tried to reason with him but it was pointless, he wasn't listening, his mind and heart were still in thay arena, in Bugs arms. He couldn't rest until he knew they were safe! So one day, when everyone else was out he snuck back into the town...it didn't take long for him to learn what happened to them. He barely reached the arena when he saw it, Bugs dead body, hung on the front of the arena, their eyes were peeled open...those eyes which once were full of life and hope...now they would forever be stoney and cold. The longer Timmy looked, the more horrors he realised, their guts were spilling from a gash right up their centre, lungs pinned each side of their body and their heart...pinned above their head. He couldn't believe his eyes, he wouldn't believe them! This...this couldn't be them...it had to be somebody else, it was fake! They were just trying to scare them...yet the more he looked...the more he knew...it wasn't fake it was Bug, hung up as a warning. They were dead, and they were mutilated. Timmy felt puke rise in his throat, he couldn't bear to look anymore. He spun around and began to run, he kept running, he didn't really know where he was going he just had to get away from that! Away from what remained of his friend, his family...his lover. He tried to run, to forget, to purge what he had seen from his mind but he couldn't rid himself of it, it stained his mind, it remained in his vision. He closed his eyes, begging the universe to lead him home, to clear this from his memory. The world wasn't on his side, he ran straight into a trap, it clung to his leg, but he refused to stop running, he kept pushing...his leg tore off but he refused to acknowledge it, he just kept going, stumbling as he pushed homeward.

Finally he made it, there was a small group waiting for him, they questioned him on where he had been, why he had run off...where the fuck was his leg. He fell to the floor as gallons of tears flooded from his eyes. As he hit the floor, he tried to remain conscious but the emotional shock and blood loss suddenly got the best of him and he passed out.

When he awoke he was in the hutt, he almost fell out of the bed as he hurried to find out how much of his memories were a dream...and how much were reality. He was hit with the harsh truth that everything he remembers...happened, Bug was dead, their body...it...it...was mutilated, his leg was gone, but honestly he didn't give a fuck about that right now. His love was dead, gone for the rest of time, they would never come back, never again would the pair speed through the river splashing the plants and whatever they saw around them, never again would they work together to trick townsfolk to sneak snacks and treats...and never again would he get to hear that entrancing laugh, the sound echoed in his head, that laugh that was once so comforting...is now haunting and reminds him of the terrible events which occurred mere days ago. Timmy felt tears spring into his eyes once more...and he let them, he needed this, he needed to let these feelings out. Bodie wrapped his arms around him...but it didn't help. He felt so guilty, if he hadn't been so caught up in his suspicions maybe he would have noticed the Hunters! Maybe he could've saved them...maybe they'd still be here.

The rest of the group agreed to give him some time in Marco's room on his own...divines it still smelt like Bug. He could still feel their presence, their energy, lingering in the room...they had meant so much to everyone here and even though they were gone he knew they wouldn't truly leave the house for many moons. As night dawned once more he shuffled to the edge of the bed and leaned against the windowsill, his gaze fell on the stars, the glimmering of those firey balls reminded him exactly of the shine of their eyes...somehow despite their sparkle going out these sparkles remained. Shining in the sky...in a trembling voice, Timmy spoke for the first time in a while;

"I'm guessing you're up there...one of those. Still glowing even after death, of course you are. You always have, and you always will"

He fell back onto his bed, hissing slightly at the pain in his stump of a leg. He stared up at the ceiling...he could still see them, that shine...not just in their eyes but in their entire being, they used to glow, they were radiant...he admired it, he knew they were still glowing, nobody could ever put out that spark and he knew it. He rolled over so he was staring beside him...he could see them laying beside him, that smile...even though he knew it wasn't real it made him grin slightly. Once again be spoke to this vision...even though he knew they weren't there;

"Y'know these past few days have been fucking crazy, I found my family...but I also lost a huge part of it...you, don't get me wrong I'm so happy to have them, I'm so glad my parents are here! But honestly...I think I'd trade it all if it meant things could go back to the way things were..if I could have you back, if I could tell you...tell you how much I love you"

The vision began to fade away...the tears fell once more staining his pillow. He smiled as the shadow slowly dissapeared, he let his eyes flutter shut slightly as he whispered out his last words to the void which remained infront of him;

"...I love you so much, I wish I could've said it sooner...I admired you, and I will keep admiring you till the day I join you...wherever you are. Good night *Bug*"

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@rozeliyawashereyall you asked to be tagged, so here ya go!!

[creekfiend]

Man sometimes I think about the gay adults in my life when I was a kid and I get so emotions

My shop ("technology education") teacher in middle school was this extremely gruff no nonsense older dyke who I was just totally enchanted by and she brought her rescue dog to class all the time and I like, drew her Sailor Moon drawings to put on her classroom door in sparkly gel pen. Other kids would go "ew I heard she's a lesbian" at lunch and I would be like "what did you say. Say that to my face. Meet me in the pit. I have no idea why I feel so strongly about this but meet me in the pit nevertheless. I'm 12 and I would take a bullet for Nancy Lynn and her wife who I have Never met"

Just. When ur a baby gay and ur like. "I have no idea why I would trust this loud opinionated masculine woman with my life," lol

I often wonder what she thought. As an adult now I am like, "Oh yeah, I can for sure identify when kids are fascinated by me because there is something about themselves that they see in me and they're curious and excited to meet an adult who is like them in some way even tho they don't know why" so she must have known. She was very nice to me and we were friends and she knew my parents also. so. OH IM FEELING EMOTIONS ABOUT IT ALL OVER AGAIN

Man. I love. Middle aged butches

A friend of mine has two 12 year old kids and one is a furry who loves to draw Wolves With Horns and I am going to stop at their house and visit when my friend and I drive back with Flare this spring and so my friend was telling her kids about me and she showed them some pictures and her kid was like SO EXCITED and my friend sent me a bunch of voice messages from her this morning being like "WOW I LOVE THE MOON TOO. WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DRAW THEN MOST? WHATS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR MINE IS PURPLE" this kid already knows she is queer because her mom and her school are awesome and 2023 is a different place to be 12 in than 2001. But I'm still like 🥺 TO BE AN ASPIRATIONAL FIGURE FOR QUEER KIDS.. ooogh. Feelings

[comingyourlugubriousness]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

An Adam's family dress-up inspired by my friend @bunnwich and I's conversations lol. The pencil mustache is a must on Yume. I had this idea mulling around in my mind for a while and wanted to do something silly for October.

Edit: SO originally this was just one picture but then I saw the scene here and I had to draw it. Extra and stuff and version w/glasses under cut.

I found a reference image on Google, but after I drew I found out that it had a watermark! It took a bit of reverse searching but the original was drawn by @/beecher-arts. Who, I respectfully am not tagging so they don't see my cringe ship art lol.

Reference: X

Version with glasses:

[romanarose]

Secret's Out

Art by @runa-falls who drew me and marc lolololol

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Brother Best Friend!Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: Marc is your brothers roommate and best friend in college. When you attend the same school, you meet and fall in love with Marc Spector. You both try to keep it a secret, for fear of what he'll say... eventually though, the secret comes out.

Warnings: Brief smut, readers brother drinks alcohol, protected creampie, mentions of oral.

Immersability: Reader is not Jewish, or least knows nothing about holidays as she tries to learn. Picture above does nothing to describe reader, including height, I just thought it was cute and Em let me use it lol. Reader is fem and AFAB

A/N: Although I know no one owns the idea of collage AU's, I think in this fandom it's safe to say that @juneknight is a big inspo for a lot of us writing college au marc. June had said she doesn't mind other people writing college marc but I still wanted to give her credit for it as that series is something I love v v v much and is a fandom fav. If you havn't read any of it, check em out. June is amazing. Als, I feel like i've had similar conversations with people in different discord servers about this concept but I can't remember who or who said what? but y'all know how those convos go, everyone throwing things in. If you feel i ripped of something you said, know it was on accident and i can give you creds as well!

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Sex on a dorm bed was hard enough, but Marc insisted he wanted the bed raised so he could fit his mini fridge under there. 

And a pile of fucking junk, but thats neither here nor there. Marc looked like he packed up all his personal belongings into plastic bins. He must live far away, because he never went home, not even over thanksgiving break and he paid the extra money to stay over winter break coming up, citing he was Jewish so he didn’t really need to be home for christmas. But what about new years? And he never felt for Jewish holidays either. You know, because you had been looking into them all in order to properly greet him. 

A few weeks into classes your first year, your older brother introduced you and let you hang around them while you got oriented in your new school. You had told Marc ‘Happy Yom Kippur’ to which he politely smiled and thanked you, only for you to find out later that ‘happy’ wasn’t exactly the right verbiage. So, you did your best to research. It wasn’t until you were intently watching youtube videos on what everything on a passover seder symbolizes that you realized how hard you had fallen for him.

Lucky for you, your interest and effort had endeared you to him just as much. He fought his feelings for a long time. Your brother, AJ, had been his roommate freshman year and all four years since, and there was no goddamn way on this planet he’d let Marc date you, always telling you which guys to stay away from. He was one of those guys, wasn’t he? So he tried his best to avoid you.

Fate had other plans, a normal day where you showed up at their room looking for AJ had ended with you both tumbling into bed, starting a secret little affair. Marc was good at what he did, opening you up with his fingers first and spending so long with his head between your legs you wondered if he was even planning on getting off at all. But he did, oh god he did, blowing his load inside you and you both came with a loud groan that caused the next door neighbors to bang on the adjacent wall telling you to shut the fuck up.

So started your dirty little secret, sneaking fucks in where you could, hooking up in the public bathroom next to the laundry room, quick kisses in unused classrooms. There was one time AJ was supposed to be gone for a 3 hour class, and walked in unceremoniously as Marc was balls deep inside you, the jingle of the keys and the sound of the key in the door only barely giving Marc enough time to throw you under the covers. AJ was quick to realize Marc had a girl in his bed, closing the door. Covering your mouth, Marc slowly began fucking you as he told AJ the come back later, AJ giving him some good-natured ribbing before announcing he would be at the dining hall. You were back on the verge of an orgasm by the time he left the door, the thrill of near getting caught culminating in cumming hard enough you bit Marc’s hand that still covered you.

 It was hard, you wanted to be out. Marc wanted to show you off, to show all the assholes in school how you, YOU were willingly dating him. Prettiest damn thing he’d ever seen. And you, you just wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. You knew Marc had a reputation, and you knew being his girl, you were safe.

Most of all, outside of the public image, you just wanted to be able to be together.

You helped Marc climb back on the bed despite the fit of laughter. After he finished, Marc rolled off you, but seemed to forget you were on a twin bed and promptly fell off. That’s where the bed being raised came in, adding a few feet for him to drop down. You would like to have thought you would have been a concerned girlfriend, but once you saw he didn’t land on his face or anything you couldn’t stop laughing, especially at his grumpy frown. Fucker was funny as shit without trying to be.

When he finally climbed back up, you two cuddled back under the covers and you began to kiss away his frown lines all over his face until they eased in a smile, kissing you back.

“I love you, you know.”

You did. You knew that with your whole heart. “Love you right back, Marc Spector.”

It wasn’t two minuets later when AJ walked in to see you laying on top of Marc, only covered by the blanket, he quickly closes his eyes. 

“GOD DAMMIT! WHAT THE FUCK!” He shouts, Marc quickly pulling the blanket up more and rolling over to cover you with his body. 

“GET OUT!”

“YEAH NO SHIT, SICKOS.”

AJ left, going to the lounge and you knew it was over. He knew it was you. You were shaking, your anxiety through the roof and Marc tried to calm you.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay, I’ll take the blame-”

“WHY WAS THE DOOR UNLOCKED!” You scream.

“I’m sorry, I forgot!” 

“I WAS ON TOP MARC, IF HE HAD WALKED IN HE WOULD HAVE SEEN ME NAKED! ANYONE COULD H-HAVE WALKED I-I-I-IN!!”

Marc took your face in hands, sitting up and gently coaxing you. “Hey, baby, look at me.” You open your eyes, lost inside his and you knew you were safe. “I’m sorry, I’m really fucking sorry. But you’re safe, it’s going to be okay. I swear. I’ll never forget to lock the door again, I promise.”

Tearful, you express your fears. “I don’t know if there’s going to be a next time.”

Marc’s soft eyes are in contrast to his tense face. “You’re a grown adult, baby. He might not like it, but he can’t stop us.”

“But he’s going to be mad at you! He’s your…”

He chuckled. “My only friend?”

“Your best friend.” You correct.

With a sign, he strokes your face, knowing you both had to go out there and face him soon enough. “You’re worth it, okay? Whatever happens, you’re worth it.”

Overcome with emotions, you tuck your head into Marc’s neck. “It’ll be okay.”

You both got dressed, Marc opening the door to the loud, his body symbolically in front of you. Neither of you thought that there was any chance your brother would hurt you, but it was the gesture and what it meant. Marc would always be your protection.

“J, listen man, I can explain-”

“C’mon dude, all you had to do was text me to stay out so I don’t have to walk in on you fucking my sister.”

Everyone was quite, that wasn’t the response they were expecting. “I wasn’t- we weren’t- we were done,”

You smack Marc’s arm, whispering ‘gross’ and then look to AJ. “So you’re not… mad? You sounded mad…”

“I was mad because it was nasty, I don’t need to see that. I don’t give a fuck what you guys do.”

Marc was hesitant, but you moved out from behind Marc to join at his side. He spoke next. “You don’t care?”

AJ laughed. “I don’t care for her,” He clarified, smiling. “For you.” AJ pushed past both of you and made his way to Marc’s minifridge, stealing a beer.

“What does that mean?” Marc asked, incredulous and only semi-distracted by his roommate's theft. Bigger fish to fry.

“I mean,” AJ finished the beer and handed the can to Marc. “You know she cries every time she watched Revenge of the Sith, right?”

Marc turned to you and you shrug. “They were brothers, Marc!”

AJ continued. “She once cried because she wanted to make pasta but we didn’t have sauce. Like laid down on the kitchen floor and cried.”

“I was hungry and to broke to order food!”

“I offered to drive you to walmart!”

“I was tired!”

“You she bites her toe nails”

Marc jumped back in. “that’s why you’re so flexible”

AJ had enough “DISGUSTING! GET OUT! OUT!” He pushed you both out of the room he claimed you had defiled. “Go be disgusting elsewhere, sickos.” He slammed the door in your face as you laughed, giddy that the secret was out and it went well.

“Well, that was not what I expected?” You wrap your arm around his middle, walking towards the elevator. 

“Yeah… I thought I was about to get decked.”

Just then, you hear your brother scream your name down the hall.

“Y’ALL BETTER GET YOUR GODDAMN NASTY ASS UNDERWEAR OUT O HERE WHAT THE GODDAMN FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

Marc turned to you. “You forgot your underwear?”

“I WAS PANICKED!” You defended yourself. “I COULDNT FIND THEM AND IM IN LEGGINGS SO I JUST ASSUMED I WENT COMMANDO.”

Sex was moved to your dorm from then on.

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Sorry this came to me today again and i had to write it.

@fandxmslxt69 @runa-falls @campingwiththecharmings @whatthefishh @k-ra @ivystoryweaver @steven-grants-world @ahookedheroespureheart @littlenosoul @mikaelak @stevenandmarcslove @scarletthefierce @pikapuff-316 @del-ightfulling @missdictatorme

[cozzzynook]

Little medieval / fantasy Au idea with a hint of Soundrod

Sounwave is a body guard for hire. During one of his missions his client has set up camp in the woods before the return on the path to visit the neighbouring village for trade. Soundwave goes to scout out the surrounding forest to make sure no bandits or dangerous animals are prowling too close to camp, while walking he stumbles upon some strange ruins with even stranger markings.

In the middle of the ruins he spots what seems to be a nest of sorts, being careful he creeps forwards hoping that the owner of said nest is out hunting. Inside he finds what seemed to be glowing metal feathers that are hot to the touch he also notices what seems to be a strange looking egg. Just as he is about to reach for it he suddenly feels something sharp grabbing a hold of his leg before he is flung out of the nest and into some ruins.

When Soundwave's helm stops spinning he notices he is staring face to face with one of the inhabits of the nest. It was a red & gold predacon with a phoenix alt-mode, for a short while the predacon studies soundwave waiting for the mech to react before turning into their root-mode.

"Y'know for a hunter you're pretty handsome, a shame though if my Carrier saw you here at our nest he'll burn you alive sooo... it's probably wise for you to run away right about now." The now red mech spoke fluttering his feathered wings while giving a playful smirk.

"Negative: Soundwave not a hunter Soundwave body guard." Soundwave carefully rose back to his peds keeping his optics on the stranger. However the red mech just tilted his head before chuckling, Primus that laugh and smile it made the blue mech's spark flutter.

"Is that so?.. you must be a pretty unlucky body guard to stumble on a predacon den huh?" A quick smile was flashed his way before the stranger spoke again "The name is Hot Rod and I'm guessing you're Soundwave? Cool name."

The blue mech nodded feeling his face heat up. He was about to ask a question until the sound of a booming roar drew his attention away. Hot Rod seemed a bit panicked as he flared his wings pushing Soundwave deeper into the forest while saying "Okay you got to go! My carrier is here and he does NOT like trespassers!" Without another word Soundwave found himself stumbling back to camp hoping he wasn't followed.

"Soundwave?...old friend you look shaken up, did you run into some rabid Cyber wolves again?" Megatron questioned as he put down a heavy box before walking over to check on the blue mech. Soundwave shook his head muttering something about some angry nano-bees as he headed for his tent. There he sat thinking about those ruins, the nest and Hot Rod wondering if he could ever see him again.

{This idea has been in my head for a while. Hope you enjoyed! :D}

This is honestly so cool.

I can see Roddy trying to hide Soundwaves scent from his carrier but they know and scruff him back to the nest lol

[walrus150915]

Have you guys seen my other post talking about how Ambrosius n Ballister would look when they're middle aged?

Yea okay nvm I drew them together as old men yaoi again bc it's very funny

Ambrosius, you old rascal!👀

I love depicting older queer people being in love and living a calm cozy life with their families bc idk man... It makes me hopeful for the future

Ft. their kid Aquila and their kid-family friend-aunt-uncle-grandparent Nimona being annoyed with them (and I mean- wouldn't you be?)

By the way this post is framed I guess you could tell where I'm going with this

Headcanon time for the Boldheart household when Nimona is 1030yo, Ambrosius and Ballister are in their late 40s and their kid is a tween

- Nimona is a free traveler. She's done so many round-the-world trips that Magellan may choke from jealousy while burning in hell

- No matter where she is tho, she always comes back to Ballister and always shares new things she's seen and new friends she's made - people and animals alike. YES SHE HAS A TON OF FRIENDS SHE ALWAYS WANTED BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT SHE DESERVES!!! MY BABY😭

- She always makes her comeback a surprise: jumps from the roof on Bal's head, flies dramatically, knocks on the door to pretend she's a deliveryman or a postman

- Ballister works as an engineer bc the raw SKILL this fella used to build an arm WHILE having one is unmatched. "If you're good at something, you gotta proceed to get a career in this field, otherwise you're just wasting your potential" © my Asian mom (jk don't do this. I'm no professional artist but I draw bc it's my hobby)

- He probably worked on the deconstruction of the wall. The symbolism would be great + it'd make sense for his character!

- My man is overworking because of course he does. Nimona tries her best to slap it out of him but this man is a workaholic and nothing can fix it I'm afraid

- I have no idea what Ambrosius's job is. Sry😭

- I know it must be something artsy and something which doesn't bring much money. Ambrosius is BLOOMING at work tho. He's doing something he likes! Not something his parents made him do! And he's enjoying it! Knowing he'll get back home to his kid and husband and Nimona and hug them all sweetly!!

- Aquila is mostly B-student who's described as "Your child studies well, Mr Boldheart, but they need to be more active and social in the class"

- Aquila doesn't have much friends outside of their family. Their parents and Nimona are worried about it more than they are

- Nimona made it her undertaking to make sure Aquila doesn't feel the way she used to in a situation like this

- When she's in the mood, Nimona takes Aquila to school by using her powers. It's pretty much the norm for Aquila to arrive to school on the horse or on the back of an eagle or on the rhino lol

If we've started with Goldenheart, I guess we could also continue with them? (a tiny bit of spice under the cut)

- They're still disgustingly in love. Like it's cringy how in love they are

- They try to keep the sparkle alive no matter how repetitive their routine gets

- Slow dancing (which is actually just cuddling and rocking side to side together) in the kitchen? Kissing each other before and after work? Having romantic dinners from time to time? Yea that's their kinda stuff

- That sparkle also includes trying out new things in bed. They don't have as much energy as they used to tho😭 Instead of going two or even three rounds like they used to they'd rather just sleep WJJSSJJAJJWEJSJS

- [seahorse dad Bal since trans!Ballister headcanon is one of my favorites] Ambrosius's worshipping of Ballister's body increased 100x after Aquila was born bc THIS FELLOW MAN whom he loves VERY MUCH beared THEIR CHILD in his body for 9 months, how's that not amazing? A thing this man has for competence of his husband is insaneeeee

- I feel like their love life has only got better as the time went on

- As all parents do, these two learnt how to do everything very quietly

- Nimona could finally sleep calmly thank the creator they had a kid who made them learn

Okay I'm done with spice. Let's talk sweet (aka random ig)

- Bal cracks his joints a lot (grandpa LLLLL)

- Aquila DOES NOT have it good on Father's day

- Nimona teases Ballister for getting older (as a joke) but she's kinda worried about him, since he does get grey hair, wrinkles n stuff and. Uh. She doesn't. So-

I'M SORRY IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE ANGSTY

- Aquila is trilingual so real of them

- Yea the Boldheart household is multilingual. One could say something in English and the other would answer in Urdu no problem

I think that's about it. I blogged this earlier than planned bc I pressed the wrong button but I hope you enjoy this whiplash of my brainrot nevertheless

Heading to school rn. See ya when I come up with new things to talk abt wfvbhhnj!!!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Hi! I’ve been a long time fan of your works and love how you do platonic yanderes. So I have an ask (finally have the courage to do so lol). So I know one of the requests/asks you got mentioned Mommy Fortuna from the last unicorn and it got me thinking.

What if the X-Men stumble upon a side show type attraction with various different mutants forced to show off for crowds (like in the last unicorn) and Reader is there too but their mutation is they can turn into different mythical creatures and take on some of their abilities (like breathing fire if a dragon or magic/healing if a unicorn). And they’re the star attraction (of course with a mutation like that) and the X-Men first see Reader in their unicorn form (which the leader prefers Reader to be in cause it garners more crowds). I also imagine the leader of this to be some random person and not really a known villain but if you have one in mind I’d love to hear it!

I don’t know if this is too specific for an ask, sorry it’s my first ever request for anything like this. But I thought this idea was cool and I love your writing. Feel free to ignore it!

Also if I could be referred to as unicorn anon if it’s not taken and you’d like me to keep sending ideas?

That sounds so awesome! Welcome to the platonic yandere X-Men club, Unicorn Anon! (You can ask some questions!)

I imagine Reader in this AU used to be free, maybe not in a good situation, but at least not chained up amd put on display for others to ogle at. They enjoyed being different creatures, enjoyed having their features sometimes in human form, they even loved the adrenaline rush that came with flying or running or using their powers. Yet it all ended when this Lady Fortunata caught them.

She was a crazy old bat, someone who caught actual living breathing people, mutants, amd put them on display! And she even used some form of charm or power over those who put up too much of a fight. Reader knew they'd never leave if they showed their true anger, their deep sadness and fear, so they hid it, simply ignoring those they could and only putting on a show when truly needed. They knew that wicked woman had them chained up, the key hidden and where they couldn't reach... Yet one day, a new being is brought in, something fuzzy and blue with a little tail, and Reader can't help but try to warn him, being as aoft-spoken as possible, even if he's confused...

Reader had many forms, but the one that others preferred, the one that kept them safe and kept away crueller hands, was that of a unicorn. One with long, graceful legs, a flowing, whispy tail, a long mane that swayed when they walked, and the crowning jewel, a long, shining horn, able to heal others and gifting them magical abilities. It always drew in crowds, and it certainly never disappointed. Reader resented others for seeing them as just a trophy, a beast and no more. Yet their new friend was rather gentle, telling fantastic stories of his other friends and all they'd done together. It all seemed rather nice, but sadly, no one was there to rescue any of them...

Then one day, wandering through the mists and into their encampment and faire, was a group of strangers. Most of them were young, about Reader's age, one with red glasses and one with orange hair and one wearing pink and one in black and even one with cream hair; there were even a few adults, one who smelled of metal and something earthy, one who seemed regal as any unicorn, and a man in wheelchair... What Reader didn't expect was for Lady Fortunata to come by, quickly telling Reader to keep an eye out, and to not cause a ruckus...

Ha! If she said they were bad, then they must be good. Of course, Reader would have to be rather crafty with their warnings to the others...

The moment they approached, Reader could hear gasps and whispers. Yet poking at their mind, gentle as a cloud, was a voice. Barely a whisper, yet asking if they were in need of help... Reader answered, and flicked their head slightly over to their new friend, hidden in the shadows of their cage... Asking if they'd help him, too...

Except... they all let out gasps, and soon Reader saw blades pop from the other man's hands, and could smell the burnt scent of lightning... Their friend, a blue teenager named Kurt, was quick quick greet them, introducing all of them and speaking quietly of the horrors of this place... The anger of the others only grew with each word, so much so that Reader feared Lady Fortunata would sense it...

Yet she never showed up.

The orange-haired girl was quick to find the key, and the others fanned out, a few running off to cause a scene elsewhere while the rest freed Reader and their friend and the other mutants caught in this evil place. The moment Reader was on the ground, feeling dirt and grass ebanth their hooves, they let out a peal of laughter-

And there, standing where the once were, was a human with a horn and a thin tail, hugging their blue friend. Yet that was when a fight broke out, as it seemed Lady Fortunata and her workers found them, and they tried to overpower these newer mutants. Reader was quick to help, freeing another mutant who they'd seen captured awhile ago, one who was beastly and large, who had sworn vengeance on the old woman and to end her...

Was it wrong? Reader didn't think so. And it would be crueller still to leave it there, at the mercy of the witch who held them as her prisoners...

Reader told the others to run, pushing them deeper into the woods and urging them to stay hidden, shushing them not to say a word as they fled... Even when screams arose, or the sounds of fire, the pop of breaking glass and smell of blood and burning wood, Reader told them not to look back or cry out... And luckily, no one argued...

Ending up on their hidden jet, heading back to civilization, going going a place that was safe for them, Reader couldn't help bit sigh lightly, tired and soft. Perhaps these people would be better... maybe they'd be worth sticking around for...

[erabu-san]

SLAYY but imagine this ✨(I never use anonymous lol)

•Imagine Tighnari following us around in his little aranara / pari form you drew. (ESPECIALLY THE LITTLE TAPS OF THE ARANARAS-) (They walk so cute and I love hearing the little pops 😭🤚✨) (Also rip his ears from the wind in his pari form. It’s gonna be so floppy especially in the sandstorms-)

•Imagine him making the flower crown like the festival with the Aranaras and he either gives us the one he has on him or gets a different one but same species of flower. What if he followed us around sumerus rainforest and likes to pop into Gandharva Ville for collei! (If she’s human and not a pari or aranara)

•Imagine Tighnari being sassy as an aranara. I wonder what he would say…My take: “Touch grass? So what, is there a special kind that let me guess is ✨magical✨? We have grass all around sumeru beside the desert. Is it that hard for them to look around with their eyes? They must be the most mindless adventurers I have ever heard of. It’s worse than those eating things they shouldn’t.” He’s saying that with the aranara smile on his face LMAOOO-

•Imagine Tighnari just helping you take care of the viprayas in the nursery. <33 (no idea if its spelled like that) He’d tend to them every few hours if you weren’t at Vanarana and out adventuring and maybe when we return the plants are grown!

(No need to draw these, just things I thought of. Kinda cute in my imagination.) 😭🤚❤️

Have picture :)

It is adorable !! 😭��� Aranari and Young Collei being friend 😔💕💕

Thank you for the picture <<3 It would be better if we can have the artist's username tho 🥺💕

[sadkidwithocs]

I just called to say I love you

I just called to say how much I care

I just called to say I love you

And I mean it from the bottom of my heart 💕🌸💐🌷🌻

Big Fanart of Faren, my 2019oc and his wrestling friend, Adrian Adonis🌸💐I drew maybe 1 month ago but take long time for writing their stories in English😂😂

Ok I post about Faren’s information already. And this post I’ll mention about one of his wrestling friends, Start with no.1 Adrian Adonis, a good friend/ big brother whose known him since they both was brown hair YoungLion..before go to WWF

*these pics below are low quality, high quality pics are following in Faren’s story end credit*

[Faren’s part]

My lovely brothers, Keith Adonis Franke a.k.a Adrian Adonis. He’s one of Raymond and my close friends since before we go to WWF, but reason why I still close with him because we are all obsessed with “Biker lifestyle”/ very long-winded, never stop talking😎 (different from Raymond whose more polite and taciturn / we love dressing as biker but Adonis’ style is better than me lol he spend so much money for this!

Adonis is older than me 7 years, chubby but good-looking/ nice hairstyle/ sassy man and big-mouth…and seems he doesn’t care about his weight that much. In the past we often go everywhere by our big bike/ ride in the same car, but when we both are in WWF we have different role, Adonis is heel but I’m babyface, have different locker room/ everybody has his own friends whose have the same role& same personalities and similar in age.. now we shouldn’t acting like close friend when go outside.

Adonis is funny person/ tough and good worker for someone…and sometimes he’s sassy man and like to act cocky for someone too, and one of these people are Lanny Poffo, one of my the first friends in WWF and Danny Spivey, one of dumbass Mike’s close friend.

I don’t know it can calls “luckily” or not that I’m one of persons whose don’t have any problem with him.. maybe just because we don’t have match to fight together eventhough we have similar style (or gimmick) that about biker. We never have any problem about comparing who is better or who should be owner of biker gimmick, we have many difference in their own way.

The fact that we have different role, we must act in different personality traits sometimes, and because we’re famous wrestlers to some extent , when we go outside we often see some fangirls excited to us and stop to say hi😅

Babyface like me must wave and say hi back to her even though that time I’m in a bad mood/ tired/ hungry or bored😐

But for Adonis when he notices some fangirl say hi,

He just act cold and said “get back in da house! ” . that’s why sometimes I jealous to some heel wrestlers that can be honest with their feelings🫤but at the same time Vince and Pat Patterson doesn’t allow me to have heel role too!

Look at this👇🏻. It’s funny that we both dye our hair to blonde following some “backstage person” ‘s advice (Vince? Pat Patterson? or some bookers? I’m not sure who the hell is owner of these idea)

(Umm🫤idk I can call it’s just “advice” or not !?… I think I should use this word instead, “wanting” 🤔 I mean.. if some wrestlers don’t abide by the plans of boss’ idea , We can‘t know about our fate (wrestling role) in the future. They make you shine but they can ruined you also. Me/ Adonis and Dino Bravo are one of the people who agreed to dye our hair to blonde following their advise inevitably

Adonis must dye his hair bc he has gay gimmick of flower shop. Man.. he gain so much weight! Nobody can stop him! Ok I know that this guy is reckless, my I just can’t believe he can be reckless in this way too! 💀

I must dye my hair bc some backstage guy told me to “being more American”. Everyone knew I was the son of famous Hawaiian wrestlers “Ailani Kamealoha”, I have brown hair like my dad , but someone tried to change my identity, make wrestling fans forget everything whose son I am and where did I come from. Now I have become an American biker from Texas USA not Honolulu..I only talk about the biker lifestyle, dressing fashionably, Do not mention anything related to Hawaii or mention to my father who was a Hawaiian warrior.

Moreover, sometimes I have to act flirty, even though in fact I’m like my dad…clumsy and not good at flirting at all , I am not allowed to say that I have 3 children too🤥(yeah I’m jealous a little bit when my senior, Tito bring his 3sons and wife to WWF show)

Ok, back to Adonis. I want to share one of He has ever buy Pepsi for me during we are fixing a big bike(he often go out and back with some snacks).. but that time I keep that Pepsi can in my bag before bring it to hometown in Texas together and forget it in my house, and I wasn’t go back to my house for a few year after that. And not many months later, Adonis left WWF and goes to AWA and I’ve never saw him again.

Believe or not.. until this day in 2024 I still keep that can in my shelf that full of 80-90s stuffs. Seiji, my son doesn’t know anything often ask me to throw it in garbage because it’s expire food but I stop him😑

ok I accept the truth that I have some “old man habits” whose like to collect little nonsense things not only about biker stuffs. But I can’t help it! 🤷🏻this is the last stuff that my close friend gave it to me.

Stories between me and Adonis are just a short part of my whole career story, he passed away from car accident in 1988. Eventough we’re not close that much after we’re in WWF because we have their own friends/ own roles but I can’t refuse that Adonis is good brother for me and my fond memories include Adrian as one of them. He’s gone too fast, that’s the reason why I feel like��I still have unresolved issues and still not used to accept that he’s gone to somewhere. I still imagine if we both are 60 years old men, have white hair, sit together, drink some beer and share crazy journey of our wrestling career. I love you my brother, tell wrestling friends up there I said hi

[fantomette22]

Hey!!! 3, 13, 20, 49 for Dores and Caryll in your interpretation!

Thank you Faree! :D Ask game here

First I tried to draw this morning but failed so thanks for the ask i got inspired to draw a lil something!

(And then they got lost. They do have weird shenanigans with eldritch stuff. So they will be fine. Actually their friendship is quite funny i love it)

3. What first drew you to this character?

Hm well for Caryll they seems like quite a very important character we know nothing about! In lore I mean. Runes are so op I'm glad they exist 🙏 everyone used them and it seems quite important! Caryll didn't make/translate all the runes but the first one to do so while a students at Byrgenwerth! It's so impressive so it made me wonder who they were... and we don't know what happened to them too ;-;

As for Dores I guess I got interest thanks to the fans actually giving a damn and drawing Dores ! Also ""her"" link with Willem, gatekeeper and probably Gehrman by extension made me think and wonder about their missions in the pthumerians labyrinth. Plus idk Dores seems to have quite a wild personality! that's very cool. And the set descriptions and the 2 hunters is very interesting

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character?

Caryll : Hm... lots go things lol. Caryll do have a huge role in my Bloodborne stories and is very present so I have lots of ideas XD but would be difficult to draw... hm maybe caryll with tons of hunters around them and explaining smt. Or Caryll staring at water (sea/lake), or caryll fate... or idk smt with lot of runes to draw something esoteric when they ear great ones! Caryll & friends too. But I would also like to illustrated Caryll getting very scared and encountering a sick man who's at the early stage of beasthood. At Byrgenwerth. During prom night. Yeah can't wait to write that XD

Dores : hmm either Dores' childhood (with almost everyone treating her as a weirdo creepy kid 💀 and featuring Gehrman) or well badass fighting against pthumerians. That also make me think I need to draw Dores being task to watch the kids (Rom & Laurence when they were younger) by Willem while he's out and she panicked and ask if they wanna see organs in jars or smt. Or maybe draw her withe the twins. Yeah I haven't decided yet if the Madaras twins are her kids or long lost brothers I am hesitating because there's the 2 guys with the graveguard set too. OR ALSO (sorry last one) Dores doing artisanal liquor and almost accidentally killing people. (I mean Laurence is the only one who almost died but he was fine after few days. Her other attempts where better)

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character?

Caryll is my lil guy (gender neutral) 🥺 I love them so so much they remind me of one of my friend too. I really like Caryll I am so mean for all the tragic scenarios I imagined toward the end of their life 😔 but I swear the 3 decades before that are very wholesome if we forgot some lil details. But yeah must protect and deserve the world. So yeah.

Hm idk if it's "affection" but yeah I do like my versions of Dores yeah! I really like to develop her backstory and personality and I can empathise with lot of things she went through that weren't easy.

49. What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

Well it's purely headcanons but I like their soft sides? I think.

So Caryll kindness and everything would be ok attitude.

As for Dores her more harsh and scary traits are very cool but with her very close friends she can show a way more carrying side <3 she still a bit of a brute XD but I like this too. Everyone is always surprised of it at first.

Hope it answer! Thank you a lot Faree I really like to wrote about it!

[aesterblaster]

Hi there! Lovely blog 🥲 I came across a post about Rin (and his jaded side), which inspired me to rant a bit myself. I apologise if this lacks distinctness - English is not my native language, I also write on the bus so it must be worse than usual. Lastly, I don't have the alchemy of the verb so I tend to write more mud than gold lol. Anyways, I'd like to say something about Rin's ego (I'm consciously using arguments that I haven't seen yet, so I'll say very little about Rin's material living conditions such as the role of his age, his personality, the social impact of being Sae's brother etc, his “brother complex”...)

Well, mainly I find there are many parallels to be drawn between Nagi's character and Rin's, especially when it comes to their relationship with soccer (incidentally, the discussion they had at the end of the Manshine VS PXG match highlights their common problem; they have no ego). No… in fact I would say that there is a fundamental distinction between Nagi and Rin (absence of ego versus negation of the ego). I'm going to use schopenhauerian elements here (lightly) by integrating them with Kojève's ideas (the most primitive to the development of his thought on history). I don't think this is Kaneshiro’s ambition (but Schopenhauer (SC) drew heavily on Buddhist (anatman) and Hindu philosophy, so why not...) but Rin deals with the suffering of the world (equivalent here to the abandonment of his brother, who initially served as the pivot around which his reality revolved) by sublimating his own interiority (ego); he erases his 'ego' so as to become a footballer (he disappears in his work). For SC, the aim of the work is to develop an intuition that proposes a division of the world (a feeling of strangeness in the face of the notion of existence), which in itself makes it possible to overcome its absurdity (of the world). Moreover, everything Rin enjoys revolves around the question of the place or confirmation of the self within its realm (horror films = quest to feel/ his favorite music evokes the inability to find one's place in the world + Ciguatera (one of his favorite manga) tells the story of a young hopeless man with no goal outside of getting a bike and his new friends who gradually build themselves up in the midst of adolescence). Besides, in the same way that the abandonment of the Self is achieved through sublimation (freudian) in the work, it is also achieved through "charity" for Schopenhauer, and in some respects we could compare this to Rin's attitude before Sae's return (complacency towards his team-mates’s play style but also the stoic behaviour that emerged following Sae's departure).

It's true that, in the past, Rin undertook every action symmetrically to Sae's (theory of mimetic desire, which partly explains his disproportionate reaction to Sae's new purpose), whether through peer pressure or "willpower", although these dynamics can be criticised, they enabled Rin to situate himself in the world (shared existence creates a sense of belonging). He was the brother of the best (“even if my brother is stronger, he is still my brother, he treats me like his brother, we are equal, perhaps equivalent, we share a common humanity”). Except that this repression of the ego comes into conflict with the desire or struggle for recognition after Sae's return when he challenges Rin's perception of their shared humanity. Sae rejects Rin's humanity by telling him that he didn't see any value in him other than his ability as a player (which Sae doesn't recognise at the time). At this point, Sae imbues Rin with the idea that a being IS based on the object of his desire (to be, you have to desire something that surpasses the "need". A position that Sae continues to defend, particularly when he tells Sendo that his quest was primitive, even animal, so much so that it focused on primary needs (reproduction/affection (family), security (good salary/ position in the national team)... during this exchange he clearly establishes himself as the authentic human (free) being compared to a bunch of animals or sub-humans (enslaved)). One’s humanity (unlike animality, low things) is defined by the victory of conquering the desire of another being (the recurring theme of bllk). Whoever achieves this on his own, is in a sense, the master and the vanquished is a slave (master-slave dialectic), and while the master obtains recognition of his humanity from the slave, the master does not recognise the humanity of the slave.

In this way, self-awareness becomes a function of the other's awareness of us, and Rin integrates (even if he fights against it) his inhumanity (animality, even) and his subordinate position in relation to his brother (he’s the slave). Therefore, they are no longer brothers since they no longer recognise each other as equals. As a result, Rin performs a double negation of the ego (more or less voluntary and/or undergone), first through self-denial (for the benefit of others) and then through non-recognition (Sae’s abandonment). In addition, this could explain his jadedness and the disdain that you pointed out in your susdite post, because the value of the recognition I receive is a faction of the value of the recognition I give to others. In other words, the master gets recognition from the slave but it's not adequate because he doesn't recognise the slave, so the slave's recognition is worth almost nothing (as for now Rin doesn't care about soccer or blue lock, the aristos/master in his microcosm is Sae (Isagi only in relation to Sae) and, as in ancient Greece, the aristoi only recognise each other. In this sense, Rin seeks to recognise his own existence in the approval of his master (someone he wants to be equal to) and not in his work (if we're talking materialism, in Marxian thought, work is a means for man to recognise his own existence in the world in a broader sense, Rin really does live in a microcosm, but that can be explained by other factors) using outdated or even archaic means (for the venerative connotation of the term). It's funny that it's during the u20 match that he thinks it's imperative for him to make his mark on history. Even if I doubt Kaneshiro's qualities in this area, I'm still looking forward to seeing Rin's evolution in the quest for his true "ego" or "personal identity"now that he's started it, and he's wondering (I don't believe in these things but it could be interesting).

That said, I apologise for the length (I did try my best to keep it short), grammatical errors, spelling mistakes and inconsistencies. I only hope that I have been sufficiently comprehensible. Thank you for reading if you happen to do so. Have a nice day 😁

woah this was a full on psych thesis. Thanks! It was pretty long but I do enjoy your points and connections. I def agree that to Sae, Rin is still attatched to sub par desires and his recognition means nothing. I wonder if Sae's edginess isn't fully due to trauma but also realizing how futile Rin's way of thinking is. He just doesn't know how to properly explain it without being rude as hell.

[beevean]

I know you meant Hector used to work for Dracula, but now I imagining a AU where Hector used to work for Grant. Hector must had a much better life as a result, but for whatever reason Sypha is distrusting for Hector must just a bad day when meeting Hector and held a grudge ever since and Grant's attitude is just bizarre.

Sypha: No matter the circumstances, I will forgive your actions. Grant: Hey, I thought we were friends, pal! Sypha: We are, I would trust you with my life. Hector: ????

Grant: I forgive you for working for me. Hector: ????

Hector to Trevor: I'm sorry, but your friends are weird.

every damn TIME 😭

at least I can edit it this time and it's not in the post, but why 😭

In my defense, @the-crow-binary drew a picture of Hector and Grant working together to build an orphanage, must have been a slip of the finger lol

(new ot3?)

but yeah Hector would find everyone in the polycule weird. And everytime he'll be reminded that he was besties with Isaac so he can't complain :P

[fareehaandspaniards]

CARYLL SPOTTED! Gimme more!!! 👁️👁️

Please 🥺 I am curious if you have some ideas

I didn't think much of Caryll? BUT

I headcanon that he was ill from birth. He received many diseases through genes - defects of blood vessels, stomach aches, eyes... In truth, his family, roughly speaking, “buried” him - the boy was not adapted to life and faded away every day. One day he couldn't even feel his legs, what tied him to a chair, and his eyes could no longer discern anything.

My sketch of his young version, maybe even before Byrgenwerth or during studying:

(In fact I am worried that all faces I draw are similar...? I think I need to draw everyone to solve this problem... Good luck lol)

(also I thought that Caryll could have Eastern roots? I mean like Yamamura. I even drew the asian version of him but it wasn't Caryll anymore, so I neglected it...)

In Byrgenwerth, he volunteered to be the one to test the effects of the Blood... The result was stunning! Not only were almost all of his ailments healed (but in fact they still were with him just took on a weaker form. However, he could live a normal life), it was as if he had received a second chance - he was able to get up from his chair again.

After the transfusion, he began to slowly go crazy - I think he was the first one who began to see More than the others, and while his classmates were studying the catacombs with Willem, he suffered from the onset of paranoia, because everything seemed to him false, not the same as earlier. To not to suffer, he delved into the study of the secrets of the Great Ones with the others, and discovered that many of his “nightmares” can be found in frescoes created hundreds of years ago! Caryll dug deeper into this and thus realized that he could understand the ancient civilization as if he had lived there himself! With this came the understanding of Runes.

I explain all this by the fact that the Great Ones are not at all hostile, and have special sympathy for the “outsiders” of society, and they simply felt sorry for them, that's why Caryll could feel them!

About relationships with others:

Rom. I would say that he was in love with her, but rather like an artist with his model - he admired her, but would never have dared to offer these feelings. (Or he just didn't want to! Maybe he is ace?)

Micolash. Micolash was interested in Caryll and very much, but it wasn't mutually xD (Caryll thought of him as of "unusual" kind of human, but would never show it, so Micolash would be even more interested lol). Micolash even showed his best qualities in communication to become good friends with him, especially when he began to have see dreams about Great Ones (Micolash x Caryll has potential :^))

Willem. Master always believed in him. I must say that I don't like Willem, but he showed his humanity then by accepting Caryll as a son and supporting him when he was ready to give up his life because of physical pain he felt. So Willem took care of him even before Caryll got some Insight

Laurence. Laurence most likely would have wanted to get him to his side in the times of the Healing Church, but Caryll was far from religion and officialdom. However, he provided his assistance to the hunters because he wanted to help. (Laurence wasn't nice with him during Burgerking era, If Rom tried to remain calm, listening his insults, Caryll didn't care at all xd)

In general Caryll has easy-going character, with quirks, but fine! He also had an excellent relationship with Damian (Who didn't? lol A few student maybe), who later convinced him to join the School of Mensis.

Caryl is the kind of person who will accept all the mockery and ridicule from you (no one can prove to me that Byrgenwerth did not have a toxic atmosphere! People from different social classes and with opposite ideologies gathered there, leading a constant competition! Of course, there was inner hierarchy and humiliation, and in general the vibe of an English private school to the fullest! You can say, " but Byrgenwerth is a college, not a high school, they were all already adult,” but I will say that all this crap happens in any society, even the smallest! People don’t change, they just acquire a little more traits or change their qualities in one direction or another

Caryll was a quiet boy who seemed to be a good student, but everyone was afraid of him, because he was a local weirdo. He was completely insensitive to people because of being a misanthrope! But if he likes you, you can know that he will not leave you in trouble (but he will come to the rescue only if it is really needed, and in other situations he will watch you get out on your own).

Caryll is also one of those people who absolutely does not age in appearance! So by the time Micolash acquired age-related wrinkles, and Damian started turning into a raisin, Caryll still looked like a young man, albeit battered by life!

Oh oh and also headcanon - he is the one who tells scary stories! (He likes expression of unescapable fear on his friend's faces)

OH and also he could be a wonderful artist! But.. All the portraits he ever created, Caryll burned down, because they reminded him of time when he wasn't able to stand on his legs (he was drawing because he could do nothing else those times)

Thank you @fantomette22 after your ask I added him to my vision of lore officially!

[irys955]

I'm really just a silly who love drawing her favorite characters...

...and their genderbent versions, and boobs too I guess... I don't bite, I swear, but I'm bad at starting conversations, so feel free to talk to me hehe (●'◡'●)

Below is some ramble about my drawing journey ~

I have to thank a friend of mine, who I met during university. She was the one who helped me to find joy in drawing, taught me how to draw anatomy more correctly (I'm still bad at it but I now can see where I do wrong, even though I cannot fix those problems yet lol). I learned a lot watching her drawing in our classes together (we really did not pay attention to class.....). Yeah, she was also the one who pulled me into Hetalia....!

I drew some commissions during this time with dirt cheap prices like $3-$10 for full colored pictures that took me at least 2-3 days to complete lol. Here is the very first commission I made in 2016, I still like it very much (I nuked my dA account so yeah, I have no idea who was the customer for this one...I'm sorry ; - ;; )

My happiest moment was when I gave customer two sketch options and they said they wanted both lol....

Here are almost all of the commission I've made

Then after Uni, I went to work and was severely burned out...I did drew some arts for HalBarry but it was 5 years ago (wow time flies...). After them, I drew very little to the point of none. It must have been at least 4 years since I was last serious about drawing.

Until the beginning of this year, I got to work from home, yay, I finally have time and pick up my pen again. At this point, I have to thank Patalliro and BanMara for making me pick up drawing again xD!!! Then I fell back into the old pit (yes it's you ZeroX), reading their doujin, seeing all the wonderful artworks and fanfics about them on Pixiv, I suddenly want to contribute too. I love them so I want to draw them out, I want to materialize my plots for them...I want to force people to look at my creations so I post them online haha-

Though my job right now is kinda unstable (good pay for single adult though) and I'm in early mid life crisis of what I really want to do with my life...I like my current situation, it's like my dream job and situation, but as I said, it's not stable, it could end anytime. And at my age (I'm not THAT old but the job market is really harsh where I live), it's really hard to find a new job, but oh well, I guess thing is as good as it gets, I hope teehee