#not me making a typo there… there i’m not fixing that tho

[aerisadrift]

hi candehya nation are we still alive and well…? this started out as a solo dehya but a mysterious force (yuri) compelled me to draw candace too, like i just cannot separate them 😭

fun fact this took me like 24 hours over the course of a month being a slowcooker creative is so funnn (lying)

closeups + a greyscale version under the read more for any detail enjoyers c: <3

[bloomingbills]

i feel so emotional right now

[dewdroppdraws]

Hi I’m new to tumblr so I’m not sure how you normally post on here but I wanted to try posting some sketches of earth from tsams! I’m not the best with anatomy so I won’t lie I did trace over some photos (REAL PHOTOS NOT ART) I found on Pinterest and modified the proportions to fit my design, but I’m trying to improve lol. For now I just rlly wanted to flesh out my design for earth which I couldn’t do while my anatomy looked like crap 😭 all the full body ones I used references for but the one in the right corner was all me so I’ve got that to my name at least 💪 I’ll include my “reference” pictures as well :> and below the pics is an explanation of the design because I love to gush about this kind of thing. Fair warning, it’s pretty long LMAO

Hehe now it’s time for me to gush about my lil design 😈

So the first major difference you probably noticed (aside from body shape) is the very fluffy clothing I have her in. The leg warmers and… fingerless gloves? Leg warmers that she put on her arms? Idk what the arm ones are called but yk what I’m talking about lol. When I first noticed earths little rainbow headband my brain immediately said “80’s workout videos”. The big hair, the rainbow headband, it just immediately jumped ot at me and stuck. I decided to give her oversized leg warmers in that same rainbow pattern because it made me sad that her actual design doesn’t have the rainbow anywhere else. It’s funky and I like it what can I say.

Next I decided I really wanted her to wear thigh-highs. I personally love thigh-highs and also it gave me an excuse not to think about her leg mechanics. I tend to draw Sun and Moon like ball joint dolls, but it gets a lil funky to draw when they are bending their limbs so having a fluffy excuse to hide them was ideal lol. I decided to go with the bold choice of putting thigh highs and leg warmers on her, which I don’t regret even tho it probably seems like a lot. I might change a few things about her later down the line since these were just basic sketches so don’t worry if you hate it.

I gave her shorts because a skirt just didn’t feel right for her. I feel like a daycare attendant would be very active, even if earth tends to sit with the quieter kids, and a skirt would be very awkward to climb around in. I figured shorts would be good. I drew them like jean shorts since that was the original intention but they could be cloth rather than denim gimme time to think about it 💀

I had a lot of trouble decided whether the thingies on her shoulders were stand-alone or like pieces of hair she keeps up front (probably attached cuz she’s a robot) I decided on making them attached to the bigger floor of hair cuz I thought it looked cutest on the pic with her shoulders up and in front of her face lol.

Onto her chest plate thing, I was considering making it an actual shirt but decided against it. I wanted her to have a crop top bc I love crop tops so I just made it so her chest area was painted like a shirt, and then her middle area was back to her “skin” color, so it’s almost like a crop top but not really…?

Last but not least is her face, I also made that her “skin” color and just put the blue and green as her cheeks! I thought it looked cutest that way. She also has heterochromia cuz when a character has two main colors I really enjoy putting them on opposite sides as often as possible haha. So her green cheek has her blue eye and her blue cheek has her green eye. I know her original model has two blue eyes but this was what I went with.

Anyways that was super long and I’m super nervous about posting this so I’m just gonna hit post and if I find a typo or decide my lil explanation was 4 paragraphs too many I’ll fix it later. Have a nice day whoever is still reading this! :>

[m-arahuyo]

some questions for writers !!

tagged by the lovely @luvwich :’) thanks so much for the tag!!

aight here goes

Last book I read: if not, winter (fragments of sappho) by anne carson. this is like. from way back january this year :’)

(sidebar that i am looking for her eros the bittersweet. took me years to cop if not, winter, so……)

Greatest literary inspirations: anne carson (the only sappho translations i accept in my life are hers), pablo neruda, fernando pessoa, haruki murakami, and, songwriter incoming, brandon boyd

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write:

cyberpunk: honestly…… jus a songbird/panam/v ot3. out on the road. havin a good time. bein sweet. but, yknow, still fuckin bitches up. can anybody hear me

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me:

cyberpunk: i’ve sort of started a series exploring songv across the game’s diff endings, but like, people are generally reading fanfic for the Happy (understandable) and most of the game’s endings jus weren’t built for Happy, yknow? so……

You can recognise my writing by: raw doggin. sprinkles of errors and/or typos bec i am Bad at proofreading :’) verbose/overlong sentences, lots of references to bodies and body parts, “teeth”, Devotion(tm), lots of body fluids in smut

My most controversial take (current fandom): not sure if this a take per se, but what fans think of so mi after that Big Reveal at NCX is my litmus test for their empathy. like, honestly, anybody can make whatever choice they want on what do w her after that, but to so easily think she deserves all the bad shit for the lie? ye pal sure :’)

Top three favourite tropes: PINING !!! enemies to lovers, and i mean that in a tearing each other down or straight up attempted murder. and what’s it called when the blorbo is jus written as raw power, unhinged, decidedly unattractive, bloody and beaten, on the brink of madness and/or death?? distillation? ye that, Love That

What’s your current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): i will say…… a strong 2 :’) ye last long form took q a bit out of me and i’ve been laying so long on the floor that i’ve become it. do i have ideas tho? ye!! do i have the words for them? abs not

Share a random frustration: being treated like i’m borderline invisible at work since my last day is april 30th (don’t mind that) but then groveling to me to help fix royally fucked up shit anw when they come a-knocking (mind that very much) ?? can we not be hypocrites please

aight only taggin my angel @sp4cedr4g0n here bec errbody else be shy, that’s cool :’) feel free to do this when u want and tag me tho!! hearts love ilu

[pirdmystery]

17 🥰 I love your writing.

talk about my writing and editing process GOD okay. calling it a process is generous. but.

generally i just get possessed by an idea, maybe because i’m like “i want to write a fic about these characters, what might i like it to be,” maybe because i get struck by lightning with it out of nowhere. after that, the majority of the mileage comes from me writing out the scenes that are clearest in my head from the get go, no matter where they happen in the timeline of the fic. whatever i have ideas for i write out. i don’t make myself wait.

if i feel like it’s going to get long and complicated i might try to outline at some point, tho the majority of the time it’s just me going between the scenes i do write out and writing notes to myself like “then they do this” “sylvain has a breakdown here” etc. once i run out of steam with the ideas i have at first, i’ll go back and flesh out those notes (this is what i usually call connective tissue). if im lucky, doing that will get it most of the way to finished, or i might have to brainstorm more connective tissue.

as far as editing………. i am a chronic breaker of the “don’t edit as you go” rule. once something gets out of me and onto the page i don’t trust myself to rethink it once i’m past the moment of inspiration unless i write it down SO roughly that i have no choice to. like i will write notes to myself along the lines of “REMEMBER THAT THIS SUCKS AND YOU NEED TO FIX IT.” i’d say straight up half of my writing time is spent rereading what i’ve already written over and over and over, so by the time i get to a “final edit” i’ve probably already reread the thing a billion times.

that said, i do of course do final passes. usually, once i feel like it’s close enough to finished, i will read the thing beginning to end, checking for flow and repetition and doing some pre-formatting for ao3, hoping that any final missing pieces fall into place when i step back and look at the whole thing. i’ll reread it again once i get it in the ao3 box, then at least one more time as a draft preview (mostly scanning for formatting). then once i hit publish and tell everyone about it i read it again, as that’s when i’ll find the most typos :)

i don’t really recommend this process! but i don’t know how else to do it! this is how my brain allows me to write

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

You just said it makes you happy when people take the time to shoot you a message and I’m usually very VERY painfully shy but here I go anyways:

I love every single thing you write, like literally everything. I don’t know how you get the words to cooperate with you but I’m very jealous haha, let us in on the secrets👀

And also I really like reading your personal updates throughout the day, most of the time I just sit there and think to myself “yup, we’re both going through it right now”

Take care! Be good to yourself! <3

it does indeed make me very happy!!!! i love love love interacting with people like that and when people feel the need to tell me they like something i did i am like !!!!!!!!! ?!?!?!?!? <3333333 (i am sometimes The Worst and can't bring myself to respond in a timely manner but uhhhh sorry i've been Lost In The Sauce i guess i am not trying to be rude)

you are so very sweet <33333 i cannot for the life of me learn how to take a compliment because i see so many things i want to fix when i reread my stuff (and i constantly log onto the archive and futz with it lol, changing lil things i think do not flow well or fix actual typos and grammar mistakes that i somehow did not see before) but i am so very grateful for your kind words!!! <3 the Secret is i am Insane so i fuss with my stuff a lot. i proofread like seven times and Agonise over word choices and still miss shit lol. i want even the silliest thing i write (such as stupid sex pollen trope lol) to be like? well executed if that makes sense. i want the dumbest premise and the best execution, i live for that shit ahahahah awwww ! sorry you're going through it as well!! in our defence mercury was retrograde AND there was an eclipse on the 5th, i think that's over now tho ahahhaha <3 wish you a lovely day, sweet anon <333333

[hinacu-arts]

I really love you fight for Mikey fic! Is super well written and I love the ending! I’m glad that Mikey stay with the rise gang but both groups go back and forth between worlds and act like 1 big family..

But I see lot of hate for your fic! I was wondering how do you feel about that?/gen. Also; any writing tips?

Im so happy you liked the fic!! I love the ending too ❤️❤️❤️

Ive only actually seen a few negative things about my fic (im not surprised theres more tho)! Most ppl have been decent enough not to be mean in my own comment section. I think the reason ppl dislike for the fic doesnt get to me (which i was not expecting bc i am bad with criticism) is its first and foremost a crack fic. It started as a joke/satire of the same concept most of these ppl probably dont like/wont read my fic for and then it got to be 25k lol. Ive also gotten so much positive response that the few negative things that i have seen i actually brushed off. Plus, the things ive seen ppl not like (ex. Mikey staying) are all things that happened in the fic, and not the actual grammar and stuff (its my first ever fic, so thats what i was more concerned about). I did have a couple ppl let me know about typos and i still havent gotten to fixing them... i will tho! I know ppl are tagging my fic on here when they make stuff for it (😍) but it wont show up when i search for it, so that also helps with not seeing it.

As for writing tips i found allowing myself to write crack, essentially allowing myself to go crazy with bad or silly writing, was unexpectantly freeing! Ive written a couple of things since then, and all the slightly serious ones have been so difficult in comparison. But now im learning how to do that! And im excited to see what im capable of

Ironically ive gotten most of my writing done when i'm not supposed to lol. The busier i am the more creative i seem to be

[stoicbreviary]

Sonnets from Marcus Aurelius 1

Much like the poems by Ellis Walker on Epictetus, I came across these sonnets by James Vila Blake on Marcus Aurelius quite by accident. This time, in search of poetry with a Stoic character, I found them scanned in an obscure corner of the internet, the digital equivalent of a dusty shelf in a back room, and I have yet to hold a physical copy in my hands. Though I have always preferred the feel of real paper, this version will surely do for the moment. 

I had never heard of the author before, and a bit of digging revealed that James Vila Blake (1842-1925) was a Unitarian minister, best known for his essays, sermons, and as an editor of hymns. Though I am largely unfamiliar with the Unitarian tradition, I was quite taken by his words on the mission of his church: 

Love is the spirit of this church, and service is its law. This is our great covenant: To dwell together in peace, to seek the truth in love, and to help one another. 

Beyond all our theological bickering, it would be nice if more of us could hold to such basic principles. 

In his foreword, Rev. Blake explains how he came to write these poems, so I will only add how happy I was to see someone taking the time to reflect on the writings of Marcus Aurelius with such reverence and affection. If I had a gift for verse, I would attempt something similar, as a sort of homage, but I can only manage my cumbersome reflections. 

There are 31 sonnets here, each working from a specific passage in the Meditations, plus a proem and and epode. Blake includes these sections of the original text before the poems, both in the Greek and his own translation. 

Now while my Latin has become passable over the years, I have sadly never been able to move beyond the most rudimentary grammar and vocabulary for Greek, and so I cannot make any judgments about the quotations I see here. For the sake of completeness, I have included the Greek as it appears in the scan, fixing only the most obvious typos, and I have left the rest as it is. 

If you happen to have any talent in Greek, and you find glaring mistakes, which are quite likely in such a transcription, I would encourage you to embrace the task of a thorough edit. I'm sure a proper academic could do this in very little time, by comparing the Blake copy to a scholarly edition. Your effort would be of great help in keeping this fine work alive! 

—3/2010 

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Sonnets from Marcus Aurelius James Vila Blake THOS. P. HALPIN COMPANY, CHICAGO, ILLINOIS Copyright by JAMES VILA BLAKE, 1920 TO THE Rev. A. W. OXFORD, M. O. LONDON, ENGLAND 

FOREWORD When I had read the book of Marcus Aurelius many times, and was reading it after a long interval once again, which was also in company and aloud, I noticed the worthy matter for poetic treatment presented by the great Emperor’s noblest and most characteristic sayings. I marked such passages, and they remained for many years marked and no more. 

Then I remembered them, recurred to them, and found my former impression confirmed. Hence these heroic hymns, as perhaps I may call them, the sonnet appearing to me the poetic form most suitable and germane. Do or can the lofty thoughts herein versed, gain from verse? The reader must judge, and possibly the fortunes of the present recital may afford some indication whether the stern and high terseness of the original can profit by the expansion, diction and imagery of verse. 

Certainly in clarity, no; but in persuasiveness, possibly yes. The question seems much like a query whether excellent drawing in ink can gain by brush and color. What is proper matter for poesy, is a question belonging to poetic technics, and there is wide space and a thousand species between a geometrical demonstration or a bit of chemical nomenclature, and the heroics of a ballad; but at first blush perhaps it may be surmised that whatever thought is big enough and humane enough, may lay all Nature under contribution, and need not disdain the warrant of poetic fancy, trope, form or diction. 

As to the diction, for aught that appears, the word rondure which Shakespeare liked, is as good as roundness, or sphericity, or circularity, or curve, or curvature, or concavity, or convexity, or circumbendibus, and if this be granted, poetic language scores a point perhaps, though I have known poets and others look askance at “rondure.” 

The Greek and a prose rendering are placed together, and the sonnet opposite them. In the rendering I have not sought to give a literal transcription of the original, but rather the embosomed spirit and redolence of it. But it may be hoped this will be acceptable, since for those who might disapprove the Greek is added. 

The text is accepted from “The Communings with Himself of Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, Emperor of Rome, together with his Speeches and Sayings. A Revised Text and a Translation into English, by C. R. Haines, M.A.,, F.S.A. London, William Heinemann. New York, G. P. Putnam’s Sons.” 

—J. V. B. 

The Greek excerpts are taken by means of a photo-etching process. Of course the result would have been more elegant if I had employed a Greek compositor; but the virtue of the text is not affected, and J have done what I could under the conditions. 

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PROEM 

Marcus, thy stoic wit lacks naught in-door;  Out-door methinks thou shouldst be more at play,  Hill, vale, wood, brook, be fellows by thy way,  And wider wanderings on the sea-green shore.  Thou shouldst a stilly meadow pool explore  For doubled lustres of the early day,  Or soft reflections of capacious gray  That hath the meadow’s verdure tented o’er.  O if a rose had trembled to thy kiss  More than some culprit quailed before thy power,  Mayhap I had not now been writing this,  Thou being too great to gain thy day and hour.  Well, well, wide soul thou wert, kind heart, mind’s dower,  And to thee I am pious and submiss. 

* * * * * 1. Εωθεν προλέγειν ἑαυτῷ: συντεύξομαι περιἔργῳ, ἀχαρίστῳ, ὑβριστῇ, δολερῷ, βασκάνῳ, ἀκοινωνήτῳ. πάντα ταῦτα συμβέβηκεν ἐκείνοις παρὰ τὴν ἄγνοιαν τῶν ἀγαθῶν καὶ κακῶν. ἐγὼ δὲ τεθεωρηκὼς τὴν φύσιν τοῦ ἀγαθοῦ, ὅτι καλόν, καὶ τοῦ κακοῦ, ὅτι αἰσχρόν, καὶ τὴν αὐτοῦ τοῦ ἁμαρτάνοντος φύσιν, ὅτε μοι συγγενής, οὐχὶ αἵματος ἣ σπέρματος τοῦ αὐτοῦ, ἀλλὰ νοῦ καὶ θείας ἀπομοίρας μέτοχος, οὔτε βλαβῆναι ὑπό τινος αὐτῶν δύναμαι: αἰσχρῷ γάρ με οὐδεὶς περιβαλεῖ: οὔτε ὀργίζεσθαι τῷ συγγενεῖ δύναμαι οὔτε ἀπέχθεσθαι αὐτῷ. 

At early morning warn yourself thus: Today I shall happen on busy-bodies, ungrateful fellows, insolent boors, deceitful plotters, spiteful churls, unkind neighbors. All these ills have befallen them by reason of their ignorance of good and evil. But I have understood the nature of the good, that it is beautiful, and of the evil, that it is ugly, and of the ill-behaved man himself, that he is of the same source, kith and kin, with me—not of the same blood and flesh, but sharing in reason and a divine part; for which cause I neither can be injured by any one of them (since no one can wrap me up in baseness) nor can I be angry or hold bitter feeling against this kinsman of mine. 

—Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 2.1 

1. 

When the sun riseth, consider what he sees,  And tell thyself that surely through the day  Thou shalt see like the sun. Not hills, and trees  On them, green meads, kine grazing, lambs at play,  Soft clouds, and birds sipping at brooks—not these  I mean, albeit they sparkle wide away;  But surly men, churls, fops at insolent ease,  The gossip, knaves that envy, steal, betray.  But what! If so they be, be so must I?  Or to do like them, is that arms to meet them?  So hapless they in sense, ’tis mine to ply  My wisdom for them, not flout or ill-entreat them.  Fine wit ’s most dowered, and hath his best estate,  When civil most to wits less fortunate. 

[tangylemonade]

I’m finally editing part 2 and I switched to my computer because the typos in part 1 make me cringe (I’ll fix them later tho) and I don’t want to make that mistake again. I mean I’ll still have typos but hopefully less

[1d1195]

No i completely agree with having some drama in the plot! I love the chaos,the hurt, and drama in general! It’s what makes everything in the end so satisfying to read bc who can see how the vision came together! And you absolutely aren’t being dramatic! It’s okay to feel some type of way when you have people voicing their opinions on your stories because you’ve said many times that the themes you wrote are deeply personal to you! So of course you’ll get some emotions going and that’s okay I mean it’s your blog so you’re allowed to express yourself freely ya know!

And bahah omg of course I’ll go to therapy for the both of us 🤪

There have been so many instances throughout your work where I have felt SEEN whether it be tiny quirks that you give your characters or there deepest struggles/desires so of course when topics like what the MC of Dolcezza struggles come up, I don’t “hate” it or find it “annoying” because it’s a genuine struggle that I personally deal with just like others! It’s a very raw thing to portray and it’s hard to understand from an outsiders perspective how it may look like an easy fix but unless you have/do struggle with it, it’s not that simple.

And you’re too sweet! I try my best not to have too much typos since I mainly answer on my phone and I just get too excited sometimes when responding lol

ITS BEEN SIX MONTHS?!?? WHAT?! Crazy bc it doesn’t feel like that at all😭 I have been definitely reading/following for a bit longer but I always just interacted by send feedback through your asks and it just now occurred to me to ask for an emoji lol anyways I’m very happy to have you in my life too, my long distance bff/penpal🥹🤧 you are just so sweet really and I love you so much! I hope you know how much you and our convos mean to me❤️-💜

Wait omg I forgot to mention that the fact that you teach high schoolers is CRAZY! Not because I don’t think you’re capable but because TEENS ARE CRAZY! High school is wild time so yeah lol but I just know you’re an amazing teacher! You give off such caring vibes! -💜

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Our convos mean SO much to me too! I’m living my super secret spy fanfic writer life so I have to stop myself from saying “my friend from California” (even tho I’ve never been ☠️) ALL the time 😭

You’re so sweet to me, thank you for being so understanding and kind 💕💕 it means the most to me. It’s nice I don’t have to explain myself to you, I feel like our brains just wirelessly relate and you just get it.

Oh teens are insane. I do love them honestly. But there’s a couple that are horrible and full offense want someone to punch them in the face 👀 whoops. It’s my own fault for trying to teach them math too. Like idk what I was thinking some days.

Most importantly!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

🎉🎈🎁🎂🥳💕

I hope you’re having the best day, your psych exam went well and you have the best drink tonight!!!! 💕 I love you so much and can’t wait to hear all about it!!!

Xoxo

[roci-wolf]

oh yeah same. well not really excuse. i haven’t done it for this fic yet but i always add it under the cut when i reblog with feedback that they need to fix major errors.

typos and spelling errors is fine tho. like those idc about. but some people kinda make major writing errors and if the work has potential i’m like “can i give you some suggestions on your writing?”

if it’s just terrible writing all over i usually can’t read 😂😂😂😂 like i just steer clear lol

at that's one thing i admire about you, because the people pleaser inside me could not for the life of me do that as much as i would love to 😭 but i am really really happy that you do it because it can be soooo helpful, especially for people who genuinely want to improve

and you do it for free too 😭 like some people get PAID in order to do that

oh, no, when something is written horribly i feel like there's a claw scratching my brain while reading 💀 i physically cannot commit to reading it entirely

[sparklingpax]

Happenings

The little things...happenings of seemingly little importance. But in long and tiring course of life, it’s often those little moments of nothing which occur, that we remember forever. 

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A/N: GUYSSS ok so I know I took an age and a half to actually write this, and yes this is actually the thing I polled about writing, but that’s because...this isn’t just one story....it’s a couple short ones! Tried writing just one, but I didn’t like that very much....at least, not alone. One you might have already seen, but I’m adding it for the sake of adding it....idk. Hope that’s alright ^^’‘

Point is......idk, this was a fun little experiment of writing I wanted to try out, and I just hope you enjoy it. I really really love the idea that the Decepticons were somewhat of a family, too. In fact, the way it’s like, highkey canon.....is so good qwq 💖 I didn’t really get to touch on every dynamic I enjoy, but I will eventually....and believe that because as you know with me, eventually always happens, even if it’s like a year+ of waiting.....sorry

And some extra things: 

Set in canon (disclaimer ig, I know the difference between hcs and actual canon and I understand that setting it in canon does not make it canon, but it is still in that setting...things have been crazy lately so I just felt like clarifying that!)

I definitely have a couple typos and oddly-written stuff here....I’ll be modifying it in coming days, but for now....please just ignore it?? ;w; 

The POINT of this was to focus on mundane things (a couple of exceptions) so...idk, sorry if that’s not to your taste?? Yay if you enjoyed it tho???? o///o’

Im...gonna put this here I guess: the only romantic relationship here is Giga/Mega....they’re literally married, anyway. As for everyone else...platonic friendship/familial type stuff! Just...to be clear! :]

All of these take place at like different intervals of time, it is not one big "linear" story

....anyway...with all that said....enjoy! 

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“Would you please cut that out.”

 The boy across from him abruptly froze, making Hydra realize the sting of his tone. He hadn’t intended that, of course, but…he was busy…

 “Sorry for snapping,” he mumbled, not looking up from his laptop. “But if you keep tapping your pen like that, I can’t focus.” 

 Cancer seemed as if debating to pretend he didn’t hear him or to simply not respond. Well, maybe he was only left with one choice, he realized, as his quick glances likely gave away the fact that he’d heard Hydra. He opted to move his textbook to his lap and slowly put his head down on the table to read instead.

 They lapsed into silence, but an awkward one now. 

Hydra felt a twinge in his stomach. He didn’t really mean to snap at the boy, and part of him wished he’d left it alone altogether.

 Well…what’s done is done. 

Cancer had taken to the library area of their expansive base to catch up on some studying of his own. As he wasn’t exactly able to attend school…this was as best as it'd get for an education. 

Well...for now, anyway.

As he was self-studying, he’d also found he had a tendency to fidget as a method to focus better, and usually no one minded the noise it made because there was no one around. 

Today, however and unfortunately, he wasn’t alone in here as usual. 

 His eyes flitted up and down quickly, stealing a quick glance at Hydra. 

The man was staring intently at something on the screen, brow furrowed in thought. Every so often, he looked to his left, probably referencing a book of his own. Then, he’d type…fix his glasses, check the book again, and type, type…

 “Can I help you?” 

 Cancer gasped, realizing he must’ve been staring, and ducked his head back to reading his own book so fast…that he hit it on the table’s edge. 

“OW!!!!”

 His head against the wood coupled with the choked screech of an exclamation of pain made such a loud noise that Hydra jolted a bit and stopped typing. When the noise died down and was replaced with silence, he found his gaze ticking upwards, almost hesitantly. 

He found himself swallowing, wondering if the boy was alright. On the other side of the table, Cancer had his head down, and seemed not to be moving, except for…

 “Cancer-kun?” Hydra said rather softly. In fact, in a softer tone than he’d expected to give, actually. He made a face at this tangential thought briefly, then abandoned it immediately and tried again when he didn’t get a response. “Oi, Cancer, are you—”

 “S-s-s…sorry…sorry….” 

His brow furrowed again, fully with worry this time. Why was he…?

 “...Cancer?”

Oh, he realized suddenly, Cancer was crying. It took a moment for him to move again, taking a couple steps around the table and coming up next to Cancer, who seemed to shy away as he got closer. 

He’s crying, Hydra, you made the boy cry. Good job. 

 He felt a bead of sweat on his forehead as he realized he was far from well-versed in how to deal with something like this. But then, there was also common sense, which he thought to try. 

 First, I need to apologize. 

He made an awkward noise, adjusting his glasses. Then, he took a seat next to the boy. He was suddenly having flashbacks to similar experiences with Buster. Except then, the two had been young children, and he knew Buster closely…

“Are, uh…was that you?” 

You’re supposed to ask ‘are you okay,’ dumbass. What the hell was that? 

But it seemed to grab Cancer’s attention, and he peeked up at Hydra for a couple moments before rising, a hand gently over the spot on his forehead where he’d slammed into the table at full force. Hydra made another noise of surprise, then cleared his throat and tried again. 

“Cancer, are you alright?”

“Sorry–” Cancer responded right on the tail of his words, rushed and quick. He swallowed and stood to leave, a blush—of embarrassment, Hydra surmised—spreading across his cheeks. He began to gather up his textbook and note papers, and Hydra though to just watch him go, except…

Fix this, Hydra.

His eyes widened. He could also imagine how unhappy Mega would be if she found out—even if this had been an accident. Still, beyond avoiding her anger, Hydra felt a twinge of guilt. 

 “Cancer, wait,” He finally said, and thankfully, the boy froze again, staring at him. 

 Hydra awkwardly pushed his glasses up again before saying, “I shouldn’t have snapped, so I'm…sorry,” he repeated his earlier apology. “I was trying to focus, I was into my work…”

He wasn’t sure it was enough, but it was enough out of him for the moment, he thought. Hydra let his words hang in the air, saying nothing else.

For a couple seconds, Cancer looked away, said nothing. He seemed to be debating leaving with a wordless huff or staying. Then, he seemed to choose the latter, dropping his stuff back on the table,and plopping back down in his seat. 

His expression had now morphed into something of an indignant pout. Hydra winced when he noticed the color of the bruised spot when the boy finally removed his hand. 

“Er…do you need me to take you to—”

“This is nothing!” Cancer cut him off quickly. He still hadn’t looked back at him. Hydra let out a sigh on the quieter side, fishing for the words to say that might relieve the tension here…

“What were you doing anyway that was so important?”  

Eh? 

The sudden, mumbled question came as a bit of a surprise. Hydra rubbed the back of his neck for a moment in thought. 

“Well…nothing, really, just…” He shrugged. “Language study…” 

Cancer shifted next to him suddenly. He was staring intently at him now. 

“Wait—me too.”

“Oh? Which one?” He gestured at his own textbook. “I was studying Chinese, though I haven’t…made much progress at present.”

Cancer’s eyes sparkled, his reply treading upon Hydra’s last words– 

 “Oh, I can help!!” 

Hydra’s eyes widened.

Of course—that’s right, he remembered, Cancer had come from China in the first place. He spoke Chinese.

“You...would?"

Cancer nodded earnestly.

"I'd…appreciate that, Cancer-kun,” Hydra said slowly, with another awkward glasses adjustment. He seemed to relax a little in posture. “I really would. Thank you.” 

The boy practically beamed with pleasure at this proposition, the last few minutes seemingly all forgotten now. Hydra still felt kind of bad, however, which he also found odd because usually he didn’t really care. 

It was almost the same as…

“Stop saying that!!”

“Nii-san–”

“Shut up!!” 

“Nii-san, stop–that hurt!!!” 

He saw in his mind’s eye, the fuzzy memory of the face of Buster as a small child. 

It was on a cloudy day, many years ago now, on a day when they’d been fighting during recess at school. What it was about, Hydra couldn’t recall even then.

It had started as a simple scuffle, a few kicks and punches, but it only continued to escalate with every passing moment, until Hydra found himself, with little hesitation, putting Buster into a chokehold and twisting his arm. 

He’d felt nothing as he did that—until the piercing cry of the boy seemed to send a shock through his bones, and he jolted backwards, releasing him instantly. Unable to speak, he watched Buster stumble to the ground, staring up at Hydra for a moment before looking away quickly. He was trying to steady his breath, obviously in pain but not wanting to cry.  

There’d been a growing crowd of kids around them, their eyes boring holes into him from all angles.

Hydra was starting to feel so guilty he wished he could disappear.

He’d wanted to say sorry, to take it back…but the most he could do was grab Buster by the other arm and pull him away from the crowd, dragging him along until they came to a secluded area near the side of the school building, where they sat down in silence for a while. 

Hydra found himself still gripping Buster’s smaller hand, surprised that he was shaking.

He hadn’t meant to…he hadn’t…

“Hydra-san? Ano…”

The man jolted, realizing quickly he’d probably spaced out. He tried to keep a relatively neutral expression, looking around the room quickly before asking, “So…what language were you looking at?” 

 Cancer replied without missing a beat, “Japanese!”

Hydra raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “You’re already quite good at it, Cancer. Why?”

The boy shrugged.

“I’ve got a lot left to learn, and…I don’t know a lot of words…and stuff....” He looked to the ceiling briefly, as if trying to think of something. But, Hydra understood what he meant. 

 I still don’t quite have a complete handle on this language, but I’m pretty solid in a lot of it…

“I can…help you too, if you are ever…confused,” he found himself saying slowly. Cancer’s eyes lit up again and he moved closer, clapping his hands together. 

 “Really?!”

“Yes, of course, I–”

Then suddenly, Cancer seemed to remember something, and he spun around, grabbing his books and belongings. Hydra simply watched, not sure if he should continue speaking as he watched the boy scamper off in the direction of the door. 

But, before he left the room, Cancer came to a stop at the top of the steps to the exit, turning and smiling again at the Godmaster.

“Xièxie, Hydra-san! See you at dinner!”

Hydra felt a smile twist the corners of his lips. 

What a…funny kid.

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Link to Mega/Giga story 1

Summary: uhhhhh.....fluff w them, kinda? Pretty scene descriptions? Ummmmm........yea! Please read, I liked that one ngl

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Giga bowed his head, lower and lower until his forehead grazed the floor. 

It was cold and hard. Out of the corner of his vision, he watched Mega, Buster, and Hydra do the same. 

“Failure again! This is unacceptable!!” 

“Please, at least understand—that we managed to destroy an entire city, which was part of what you had hoped—”

“SILENCE!!” 

A tongue of electricity seemed to stretch out with rabid hunger, licking both of Giga’s shoulders, leaving behind thin lines of blood. Having experienced this many times, Giga uttered a grunt of pain, but nothing more. 

Beside him, Mega flinched, out of a combination of fear and concern, but did not dare raise her head. Her own skin seemed to tremble in uneasy anticipation, of its own lashing, if it were to come, that is. 

“Do not presume what I desire!” 

The sound of Devil Z’s voice reverberated in the skulls of all present in the dimly-lit, damp cavern. It sounded with a disembodied quality, not to unsimilar to the Decepticon emperor itself. It was not as soundwaves in the air, but rather a sound he allowed their ears to hear—something inexplicable, that sounded as if it rang around into the open air of the room, and at the same time, blasted only between their ears. 

It was a chilling, commanding sound. It faded slowly, every remaining wave piercing to the last. Everyone did their best to remain still and obediently silent. 

The dark frustration dripping from his tone felt akin to being in the crosshairs of a madman with a gun in hand—having taken aim at the head, with a trembling finger on the trigger. 

Giga and Mega knew their power, likely so did the Godmasters. If if were anyone else, they would not have bent a knee—they’d not have even batted an eye. 

 But they were at the moment, powerless in the face of this ruling being, who could kill them with but a fleeting thought. 

 In the face of their superior…but not their master. 

 “...and you will come up with another plan—quickly! I shall not be hindered in my conquest of earth due to mere insects!!” Devil Z snapped, when the last words had finally faded to quiet. After another pause, he spoke again, “or any useless underlings.” 

“Yes, Great Emperor!”

The four’s voices in unison echoed in the cavern, loudly and firmly so as to appease the Emperor. And, it seemed to work…a weight seemed to lift off the air—something that no one could explain, but which always occurred when Devil Z would at last leave their presence. 

It was a good feeling, and everyone remained still, near-flattened to the ground for a moment, before Giga made a noise and shot upright. It was an indignant noise, that reflected the feelings of the others in the room. 

One by one, they each lifted their heads and stood up again, not speaking for the moment. 

“How shameful,” Buster muttered, almost to himself, breaking the quiet. “We keep upsetting the Emperor with our failed endeavors.” 

But everyone, including Buster, knew that it was not frustration at their team that sparked Buster’s words. 

Perhaps instead, what he would wish to say, would be something closer to how shameful it was, that their Emperor did nothing to aid them. 

They were not privy to their leader’s ultimate goal, which was definitely something more than what they had been led to understand. 

They were lashed with insults, pain, and threats should they ever fail, no matter what they did or tried. There was no such thing as a small victory, which even months before there had been. 

But their leader had further grown more unstable. 

Unspoken was the thought: Is this what a great leader is? 

Frantic rage and frustration sparked the air when Devil Z spoke.

He contradicted himself, went with incautious courses of action that no longer had structure except for destroying as much possible, all at once.

“We will do our best to satisfy our leader’s orders, and we will crush the Autobots,” Mega said, with conviction enough that Buster flinched. But her eyes spoke a different story when she ran them across the other three standing before her. 

Hydra stepped forward, making a fist and raising it a little.

“Mega’s right, we will come up with a plan—we always do,” he seemed to reaffirm, patting Buster on the shoulder. 

Everyone seemed to speak in stunted words, as if someone was listening. 

It was as it had been for the last few months, when they had begun to fear their leader, but not in the sense of awe. 

 …

“Well then, everyone,” Giga said at last. “So we shall. But I believe there’s something more important, first.” He looked to Mega, who seemed to understand what he was hinting at, grinning a little herself. 

“You’re absolutely right, Giga-sama!” Buster exclaimed, eyes seeming to light up a little. "We’re having Cancer’s birthday dinner tonight, aren’t we?”

Giga nodded, with a low hum of affirmation.

"So let us get to work. We have only a few hours before the kids return.”

“You two can handle the table, correct?”

“Yes, sir!” Buster and Hydra responded, standing tall. 

“Then do so.”

With a nod, they turned and exited the kitchen, leaving only Mega and Giga behind. The pair worked in silence for a few heartbeats, the sound of Giga chopping vegetables against the sizzling of the pot Mega was stirring. 

“Perhaps if we dig a large hole in the forest and push Ginrai into it, we’ll satisfy our Emperor,” Giga mused with chuckle. “He’ll dent his chassis and…die!”

“Or maybe if we blow him up again, he’ll actually stay dead! Rid us of our troubles…”

They sighed at the same time, seemingly on the same train of thought. 

We have to deal with this, or die trying…what options to choose from! 

“Giga…” 

He turned at his name, finding Mega staring at him. Her eyes seemed to be chiding him gently, her smirk telling him not to worry about it. 

It was amazing how well they’d grown to know each other, where looks could say more than their words needed. 

“I know,” he huffed, returning to cutting the vegetables. “We have time to come up with something, and we will. Tonight is Cancer’s party.”

“And tonight is also a feast for everyone in this family to enjoy. We will not allow anything to…” she suddenly trailed off, unable to remember the saying she’d wanted to finish with.  

“I don’t believe that was it.”

“Rain on us?” Giga tried. He scraped the chopped pieces into a red bowl and began tossing them about gently. He could gauge what she was trying to say, of course, but it seemed he’d forgotten, too.

Humans and their odd idioms and sayings, he thought as Mega laughed in response. 

“Well, am I close?”

“I’m not quite sure…” she turned off the stove and leaned against the counter, lost in thought. 

“Darken our bubble?”

“That’s not a saying, is it?”

“Maybe not,” Giga put the bowl down and turned to face Mega, folding his arms. He realized this would greatly bother him if he couldn’t figure out what the saying was, and soon. The same applied to Mega. 

It was simply their nature, one could surmise. 

“Make waves in our…boat.”

“Isn’t it, ‘rock the boat’?”

“You’re right! Then just, ‘make waves’?”

“No, no, not that…”

“Rain over the water?”

“Eh?” 

“Be a…wet blanket.” 

 After a moment of silence, Mega burst out laughing, which made Giga start to chuckle. It was on the cusp of their tongues, and yet they couldn’t quite—

“Rain on our parade!” 

“Parade!” Mega said suddenly, eyes wide. Giga seemed to catch on immediately. 

They made the exclamation in unison, then dissolved into laughter. How ridiculous this might have been, but it was enough to get their minds firmly off the scolding and lashing from earlier. At least, for a few moments. 

When their laughter had subsided, Mega found her eyes ticking towards the fresh cuts on Giga’s shoulders, no longer bleeding, instead bruised a faint purple. Below it were the faded marks of other scars, all from failures to please their…’great’ leader. 

Giga knew what Mega was looking at and reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, letting his finger brush it gently. 

She had some of her own, and she knew they hurt like hell for a week at least. 

“If it means protecting them, then a few cuts don’t hurt,” he said softly. “Thank goodness the kids were out today, right?” 

Mega nodded, sighing. Her eyes spoke many words of worry and sadness. Giga’s seemed strained and apprehensive. 

Decepticons were not without honor, he had often thought. Yet everything they had been doing on this Earth as of late, under the command of Devil Z, even things of their own doing…had seemed only to put into jeopardy the very morals by which Mega and Giga navigated their existence.  

Much of what they were beginning to see—beginning to realize, rather—was further and further from the honor they had thought they were upholding. 

The honor…of the Decepticon cause. 

The honor of any great warrior.

The honor of any great leader.

 And that was a scary thought.  

 “We’ll fix this.”

“Yes, we will.”

“We are not his slaves.” 

Giga and Mega smiled,  in agreement, eyes glinting with a malicious sharpness. 

“And in due time, we’ll show him that.”

 “Exactly,” Giga nodded firmly. “Now, let us finish this dish. Tonight, we drink and feast!” 

 ///

 Wilder stood at the entrance to a huge, white building, staring at the tall, glass door that slid open and closed as people filed in and out, many carrying bags if they were exiting. Somehow, he’d never seen it before. 

 Then again, he wasn’t familiar with every store in the area. Still, a place this big…

 It was a mall, at the head of a busy street, with a noisy road of cars past the sidewalk. 

Buster marched from behind him and stood in front of the door, hands on hips and a triumphant look sparking in his eyes. 

“Welcome to my favorite store!” He announced gleefully, starting in. Wilder whistled in some amazement, and then followed him in. 

He’d been on his way back from lunch when he’d bumped into Buster on the sidewalk. Enthusiastic to hear the teen had the rest of the afternoon off, Buster asked if he’d be willing to go somewhere with him in the city before returning to headquarters. 

 Wilder actually didn’t mind hanging out with Buster, either. He’d planned to read manga in his quarters for the rest of the afternoon, but…he was also curious what the errand would be. And, curiosity winning out, he’d accepted the invitation. 

 “We’ve only one stop to make today!” Buster called over his shoulder. 

 The two of them got on an escalator. The lights and colors of the shops and walkways bustling with people danced below them, and Wilder was reminded of how it felt to stand atop a roof in the middle of the night, watching a festival parade go by with old companions, years ago.

 He turned his gaze forwards again, scanning the area of the floor they were coming to on the escalator. 

 “The…Uniqlo?” Wilder asked, as they got off the escalator and drew closer to a store with the name engraved to the sign above the entrance. 

 Buster responded with a chuckle, reaching out and patting Wilder on the back. He proceeded through the front, unzipping his jacket as he entered. For a moment, Wilder stood, studying the outside of the store, then he shrugged, and followed Buster in.

 “So, how are things for you here?” 

 Wilder was surprised at the sudden question, shrugging before he said anything. They walked through the first shelves of clothes in silence before Wilder finally spoke.

 “It’s a…home I didn’t really think I’d have,” he almost mumbled. It was like he had a hard time saying it, but not for the reasons one might think. And Buster immediately understood that. In some ways…he felt the same. 

He doesn’t know if it’s real—to stay. 

And really…Buster didn’t know either. Of course, he wanted—just as much as anyone else on their team—the victory of this war, to crush the skulls of the Autobots who kept causing them shame, defeat…pain. 

Buster regarded the boy, whose burning passion to do something with his life—to become something, someone…and smiled.

 “Wilder-kun,” he said, after some moments of silence had passed. “Would you like to know why we’re here?”

Wilder sighed and messed with his hair, the smirk on his face seeming to indicate his usual air of confidence had returned.

His young eyes sparked with energy again, not dark, reflective thought. Buster knew that well, too. 

Smile, not a sweet smile, but the smile of victory. Of confidence and power. One that pushes back against being used, and...being doomed to your fate...

Somehow, without saying anything, the look in Wilder’s eyes seemed to understand what Buster was thinking.

“Beats me,” Wilder responded, then held up a shirt. “But this shirt looks really cool.” At this, Buster chuckled, patting the teen on the shoulder and guiding him forward, shirt still in hand. 

"You're correct! We’ve got some work to do on your wardrobe, of course!” He laughed again, jovially. Someone looking at a row of pants gave the pair a side-eye, but didn’t say anything else. 

 Wilder continued walking, feeling some strange warmth he didn’t usually feel unless he was with Cancer and Bullhorn on a really good day. It was…nice. He momentarily looked back at Buster, seeing his blue eyes flicking from one section to the next, then back down at his feet. 

Those pompous Autobots are going down, Wilder suddenly had the fiery thought, fist clenching. If for no other reason, than to protect this…my only home. For that, I'll take down anyone I'm ordered to, or burn any building. Just you watch.

 “Well then, Buster-san, I’m in your hands. Let’s do this!”

“That’s what I like to hear!”

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[renyanchan]

TWISTED WONDERLAND HEIGHT CHARTS (STAFF + STUDENTS)

more info + full res below the cut :,)

EDIT: Hello! I’ve completely remade the height chart and its better quality and in high order! You can find the full res here. And you can find more notes about this particular height chart below!

Below you can also find the staff and individual dorms!

Any striked out text below was in reference to the original image.

sooo, i tried to combine screenshots of the original height chart i made so i can post it here, not sure if tumblr is going to absolutely destroy the quality or not (if it does, i’ll probably edit this with a link to imgur or smth, sorry if you cant read it hgfdh) 

EDIT: I’ve updated it with Malleus’s correct height! Sorry about you malleus simps thinking he was like 8 foot lmfao

anyway i’ve got a little bit to say about this since,,, this was a mess to make (also im sure someones probably done this already, but i havent seen one yet)

This was a personal project of mine and I wasn’t originally going to post it, but I felt like it would be useful to some people,, please lmk if I messed anything up or made any mistakes because I 100% did not do this perfectly.

You’re welcome to reference all you want, but please don’t reupload it anywhere without my permission since i took way too long making this ;v;(referencing it in other posts or linking to it is fine!)

It should be obvious, but these are just the official sprites from the game and I did not draw them.

THE HEIGHT CHART

(In regards to the way I measured) Grim and all the Savanaclaw boys are measured by the top of their heads, NOT by the tip of their ears/horns. The official heights don’t specify what they measured to so I decided measuring by the top of their heads like the rest of the students makes sense. These ones are pretty much the only characters I had problems calculating their height with.

However, this makes me run into a problem such as Grim looks abnormally tall/large, but that’s probably because he’s got a chunkier body type. (we love you bby,,)

All characters are lined up by their heels, with the exception of Ortho. I measured him by the bottom of his foot because he’s a robot, and I’d imagine the platform-looking bits of his feet are connected. I believe Ortho also canonically floats slightly off the ground, but I didn’t bother accounting for that since,, I’m measuring the length of his body in comparison.

The original models are not perfectly accurate height-wise to each other, so I had to resize them. Proportions also may look slightly off because of that.

Heights are not pixel perfect, and may be slightly off.

Malleus has the tallest listed height (202cm) and that includes his horns. As such, Malleus is 193cm without his horns. Of course, proportions aren’t perfect so he looks a bit off.

INDIVIDUAL DORMS + STAFF

FULL RES: Heartslabyul / Savanaclaw / Octavinelle / Scarabia / Pomefiore / Ignihyde / Diasomnia / Staff

MY THOUGHTS

Dear lord why do you have to be wearing a hat rook

malleus is (no longer) absolutely massive

azul is so tiny??? (in comparison to the tweels at least lmfao, silver is also pretty small too but with malleus next to him ig thats not surprising)

this took way too long to make because i ended up realizing i calculated every single character’s heights incorrectly and made them significantly shorter than i meant so I had to go back and resize everyone lmfao (the heights should be correct now tho!!)

POST-EDITS (Theres going to be a lot of these,,)

There’s a typo on Silver’s height. It say’s 5′2, but he’s actually 5′9 jgfd

Malleus’s height actually includes his horns,, according to the official guidebook, malleus is 193cm without his horns. He’s pretty much the exact same height as Jack. (thanks to @/pocasu for letting me know ^^) (to be completely honest i thought it was extremely absurd that he was 6′7 without his horns but i had no frame of reference fghdgf) (EDIT: i’ve fixed his height!! For reference, Malleus is 202cm including his horns!)

Completely updated and remade the height chart! She’s pretty now haha. Thanks for the overwhelming support on this, it was fun to make and I appreciate those pointing out any mistakes i made!

[m4nd0l0r]

Hungered Sin.

Description: Desire is a humanly feeling, it bubbles and foams— and it’s either one acts upon it, or let it simmer pathetically down the drain.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k (this was supposed to be short uhhh)

Author’s Note: (short note 4 tonight :”)) guess who wrote this at 2am….. i did— this is just pure horny (smut (not piv LMFAO) specifically) (about temptation and what not) born from their parent named academic stress (cough i struggled writing this a little so if its clunky..i’m sorry 😭)… if this has any typos- welp…i’ll going to fix any of those… in the morning (or someday we’ll never know)!— anyway- i hope you giys like this one! (i loved writing this even tho i fought tooth and nail w my docs w this-) (likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!! they motivate sm fr)

(Five’s body is aged up, and his consciousness ranges from 25 to 50 in my works for him from now on— However you decided which age you want for your experience/comfort!!)

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“Can I hug you?” 

You asked him in a soft breath, dressed in a dark pinkish mauve turtleneck. It was somewhat tight, wrapping its cloth unto your body as if it were some sort of clay. It wasn’t your usual color, always somewhat preferring something else— and yet Five still stares, focusing, and as entranced as he can be. 

His eyes always find their way trailing to wherever he pleases. A ‘curious’ look coats his pupils as he unabashedly stares. And you plainly see it, every damn time— he doesn’t even try to hide it. 

He always, always- made himself obvious, as if he was letting you watch himself unfold right in front of you. 

And as you look him in the eye, daring to lick your bottom lip right in front of him. You don’t ask him why he stares, because you’re doing this on purpose. The glint in your pupils was too mischievous, even from you. 

Five has a good eye, that’s something you were- if not, need to be- sure of. 

He notices everything— he just does. It would be stupid to assume he wasn’t keen- observant even. 

Every time his fingers fasten his blazer- his wrists, swivelling as he adjusts his cuffs— or even when he holds something- even just a bottle, it always intrigues you— makes you cast your eyes right to his fingertips, a devilish gleam coats you. 

Honestly, he questions whenever you gawk unto his hands- supposedly, there was nothing much to marvel at. Blunt clean fingernails to keep jobs easier— filled with callouses from working with digging off scraps, adjusting weapons to fit his precision- his knuckles whitening from the amount of times skin has been scraped off and bloodied. 

And yet, you were so enthralled with such a simple thing- to the point that it drives him mad- Insane even, it surprises him on how you could be so interested in something so plain. 

But he would be a liar if he said he wasn’t amused. 

A tingly, warm feeling courses through Five’s veins as if he were some sort of addict, injecting himself with what the world can offer, and in this case, it was need. 

“Of course, angel.” His voice low, it rolls smoothly as if it were silk. 

A realization settled on his part- it was also want. The impulse to feel, to fully caress, he wants to embrace you even closer, to further bind you to his skin— your blood simultaneously pumps through your heart as his syncs with yours. 

The burning itch, as if flames would eat him alive if he dares not to think of it— to not think of pressing his lips up to the back of your neck, or on the crook by your pulse. 

The sheer pure want that settles into his lungs, the urge to breathe you in— He stops himself, letting himself feel you suddenly leave open kisses onto his face, a wind’s touch to clouds; light yet so rousing. 

“That wasn’t part of your deal.” Five teases, you only sigh unto his cheek, chuckling. 

“C’mon- can’t I kiss you out of all people?” Your voice drawls, a raised brow is drawn from your face. It only serves to make him laugh. 

“You don’t even need to ask.” He clarifies, shaking his own head. Your mouth shapes itself like clay, and he only sees your toothy smile— it was genuine; an artisan’s craft, and he merely admires it.  

Your lips press down almost roughly but still so soft as you hold his face by your palms. Your breath tickling his skin as if you were the sun to the sea. And one kiss after another, he was sure you would leave kiss marks, and as much as he hated messes, damn it- he likes it. 

He felt perverted, for liking it this much— your simple kisses bubbled something in his chest, and it was drowning him. 

It was as if something set off in him; a fire fed with fuel, as he felt your fingertips slide further by his ears, right at the crook of his nape.  You lightly caress his head as you leave another kiss right beside his mouth- and he only leans in further. 

His hands slip- wrapping his fingers unto yours as he guides them down from his own face to his upper arms. Your face quivers in confusion, but it fades, his palms hike down to your sides, to your waist— He pulls you close to him, pushing his lips to yours. 

You merely open your mouth, his tongue muffling a sound that escapes your throat— You grip onto his shoulders almost tightly, and his only reaction was a smile that you felt form on your own lips. He lets his hands slither underneath your sweater, caressing so softly to your supple skin. 

And he was sure— that he fell into this trap, letting himself become strung unto the threads of temptation. That this hunger for you has grown as each day passes, and his need to feast merely grows precariously; an invasive weed to a perfect field. 

He presses himself closer to you, throwing you off- and his hands only further skid through the creases of your back— the pads of his fingertips cold compared to the warmth of your skin. He can’t help it— the pure festered desire just can’t quell itself, and all he finds himself wanting is more. 

Adjusting his head, he tilts himself, your teeth bump into each other but he doesn’t mind— he wants this, he needs to be closer- and god— Your hips pressed to his, roughly shifting yourself to match his movements. His pelvis teasingly slides down, hiking back up and burying himself unto your own, your body tenses.

He slips out a shaky groan— He could have sworn he felt his own eyes flutter out of shock. His fingers almost painfully dig down to your skin, and you hum in response. “Fuck.“ His eyes roll, a guttural grunt slipping again from his throat. Before you could even come back to the depths of his lips— His hands- still underneath your sweater- trail to your bare sides, making you shudder. 

He almost stopped- a small impulse sprouts itself to go back up and to press his lips against yours— But he doesn’t— feeling you push yourself to his palms, urging- silently pleading him to continue— and his laugh vibrates, a searing sensation against you. 

“You really want this?” He whispers to your ear, warm to your flushed skin. You merely form a small serpentine grin, not even hesitating to murmur a silken yes so low he almost didn’t even hear it- yet, it dares to shudder a ripple unto his own spine.

He drags his lips again unto you— and you only huff breathily, echoing a hum of pleasure as Five trails up. His hands grasp unto you, and he forces himself to watch, to see the glint of deconcentration that shone in your eyes because of him. How your mouth shaped into an “O” just as you felt him touch— The way you tried to hide your now aflamed face, only receiving another chuckle as his fingers slipped even lower, briefly touching your waist. 

Damn it- This— you were a pure act of desecration; the destroying of his own control. It was irreverent-  sinful, to even think that he needs, desires you this much. 

It was as if he were a man desperate to get even a drop from an oasis’s springs in a desert full of sand and grime threatening to choke him with each breath he takes; he was simply feeling something quell in his throat, it was as if it were thirst— or even worse, it was hunger. 

He knows— Fascination wraps unto him; an anchor into the depths of desire.

And all his sight lets him conjure is you, the one who plagues his dreams with temptation— merely watching him sink down with it. 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi! I just wanted to request some Spamton x (Gender-Neurtal)Doll!Reader Hcs? (Context for the 'Doll' part: [Name] is a living (possibly patchwork) doll that was thrown by the wayside in the dumpster, and that's how they meet spamton) - Twisted Anon

OH TY FIRST SPAMTON REQUEST HERE WE GO-

Tho I'm not sure what "wayside" is referring to unless that's a typo

.........

Waking up in a dumpster was...definitely not the ideal dream you hoped to have in the Dark World.

You're a living patchwork doll who owned a business selling toys to Cyber City's children residents and families. But for some reason the robotic toys went haywire and decided to rebel against you (despite you treating them nicely) and basically took over your whole toyshop.

They threw you out and damaged your body badly, but you fixed yourself up with whatever trash you could find, getting out of the dumpster.

Now you wondered what you were going to do about-

"DIDN'T [Your Mother] EVER TELL YOU NOT TO BARGE INTO PEOPLE'S [Worthless Garbage] HOMES?!! DON'TCHA SEE SPAMTON G SPAMTON CLEARLY LIVES HERE?!! THERE'S A TINY INITIAL IN THE CORNER!!"

You see this man..robot..puppet guy run over to you, looking angry. He reminds you of a ventriloquist's doll.

But before you can explain yourself, he recognizes you and his eyes light up (it's hard to tell with the glasses he wears, but they did).

He forgets why he was mad in the first place and shakes your hand eagerly (despite your stitches coming loose).

"OH MY APOLOGIES! IT'S A [Delight] TO MEET YOU, [Y/N]!! THE TOY WHO MAKES TOYS. BUT DO YOU EVER WONDER [Who Made You]?"

"Uh..I-"

"SAY, I HAVE A GREAT [And Terrifying] DEAL FOR YOU THAT'LL HELP SEND YOUR BUSINESS SOARING-"

"Spamton, thank you but..I don't have a business anymore." You tried being polite despite his loudness, explaining your situation better.

He gets unusually quiet as he asks "...so you're like me?" in a murmur. In total disbelief.

Until now he never thought someone else could understand him and what it's like to have it all and lose it all.

But soon he's back to his cheerful self and proposes a better deal: you can stay with him and help run his shop! He could use the company and perhaps you can raise enough money to take back your toyshop.

Welp, this was certainly one offer you couldn't refuse.

[doctorofmagic]

The Death of Doctor Strange #3 - Review

Apologies in advance for taking so long to write this, I had a crazy week. BUT we keep winning and that’s what matters.

Okay but first, I was reading the summary from last issue and it says Clea is a sorceress from the Purple Dimension, not the Dark Dimension? Probably a typo since in Jed’s interview, he said Clea was Dark Dimension’s SS.

Next we see what I already posted in the preview post: Stephen’s autopsy performed by Jane (💜). Also Stephen and Jane were not only involved with the lame Grim Reaper but also the actual personification of Death back in Valkyrie - Jane Foster #6-7.

I haven’t commented on this yet but I absolutely adore Thor addressing Clea as Lady Clea. Poor girl doesn’t even have a surname so I think it’s just fair (and very sweet of him).

Next, Stephen joins the Avengers and reveals that his soul was stolen and, for that reason, there can’t be a Sorcerer Supreme.

My thoughts on this are a bit controversial because... Chronologically speaking, Earth was without a Sorcerer Supreme for years before Stephen earned the title in Triumph & Torment. True, the Ancient One died and left his powers to Stephen before becoming one with the Universe and Eternity. BUT it doesn’t mean Stephen became Sorcerer Supreme after his demise. Besides, the Ancient One was brought back to life, which means his soul is not inhabiting the aether, as far as I can understand what aether means. Lastly, a Sorcerer Supreme doesn’t need their soul to return to the aether (or die?) for a next Sorcerer Supreme to rise. This would conflict with Jericho earning the mantle in New Avengers v2. Unless, of course, by aether, Jed means the mystic atmosphere/balance, regardless of people’s spirits. Ahh, more questions than answers, as usual, which is fine. Let’s move on.

Clea wonders why the warlords fled to Earth and Wong replies with a good reason. They know Earth is special because it has its heroes to defend it. Time and time again some stories highlight that there’s something special about this planet in the Marvel universe. Funny tho how Stephen doesn’t know Galactus yet. Bonus points for Wong mentioning Annihilus because while heroes were fighting each other in the Civil War, Richard Rider was there saving the galaxy against Annihilus so I appreciate the recognition, Wong 💜 (I know he was referring to the Fantastic Four as well but I had to point that out too ‘cause Rich, my beloved 💜).

Oh, this Stephen doesn’t know they [redacted]. The angst smh

Okay so neither Jed or Lee confirmed this moment was inspired on Master of the Mystic Arts #25, but they both liked my tweet. I’ve been waiting for the three of them to hold hands like that since this issue! I’m so glad!

Here Tony is probably making a reference to the tie-ins. London is probably the Black Knight/X-Men issue, while the Tiger Division will appear in White Fox. By the way, for those who don’t know White Fox, she’s one of the original characters created for Marvel Future Fight, along with Luna Snow, Crescent and Sharon Rogers. Aero, Swordmaster and Wave are also OCs from another Marvel game. They’re all well-established in the 616 universe ever since their debuts.

While the Avengers will solve the mystic threats, Clea, Wong and 60′s!Stephen will investigate the murderer. Clea sends Flibbertigibbet to find them. It reminded me of the fairies that lived in the Sanctum but I suppose this is a different spirit.

And now we head to the BEST part of this issue, the pinnacle of my existence ever since I started this blog. Crying over Cleaphen finally paid off! This is retribution for every wrong Mark Waid has done to them. This is retribution for Cullen Bunn ruining their marriage since Fearless Defenders. This is MY MOMENT, I’ve waited for this FOR YEARS jfc, THANK YOU, JED AND LEE. THANK YOU, I OWE YOU MY LIFE.

First of all, let’s start by fixing v5. Also I’m not crying, you are.

So it seems that, when Stephen died and his soul was stolen, Mephisto decided to make Clea suffer further and gave her memories back. He wanted her to suffer and be miserable. Well, this is Mephisto’s face when he realizes that giving Clea her memories back is the reason why they got back together:

This whole page is everything to me. EVERYTHING.

“Because a man who had your heart-- and lost it? He could be called nothing else.”

YEAH, NO SHIT, STEPHEN. In his defense, it was also the writers’ fault. He did neglect her at some point, as I’ve explained in this post, but it was not intentional. Stephen has always, ALWAYS loved her more than anyone else. Maybe he did take her for granted but there was also A LOT in his mind.

And then... They... They... Kiss!!! *sobs*

I love this part. I love every single trait that Jed uses to portray Stephen. Because back in 2012, Stephen would totally take advantage on her because writers wanted him to be a dog and a jerk. He’s not like that. Stephen is a being of love. He may not love Clea yet but he believes in love. He’s righteous and virtuous. He’s kind and passionate. This is my Stephen.

It’s not ideal because, well, not regular!Stephen, but it’s a start. I do believe they’re going to go back together. It feels like closure, the way they talked and shared their feelings. I need this. I need Clea and Stephen to be happy. They’re both loners, they’re so much more when they’re together. They’re everything to me. They deserve to love and be loved.

Okay, so next Flibbertigibbet returns and tells them where the Eye of Agamotto and the Cloak of Levitation are. To no one’s surprise, they head to Castle Mordo.

I’ve seen some atrocities out there, like an article saying that Clea is the culprit because she didn’t send Flibbertigibbet to look for the murderer instead of the stolen artifacts. I have two answers for that.

First is, there can’t be a Sorcerer Supreme if Stephen’s soul is not back to the aether, right? But they NEED a Sorcerer Supreme, and thus they need the Cloak and the Eye. Those are fundamental artifacts to the Sorcerer Supreme. Not that they’re required, but they do help a lot.

Second reason is, what if the culprit is in another dimension? Say, if they’re actually Channok, as I first theorized back on my first review. Same goes for my second suspect, Silver Dagger.

So you see, they have two reasons to look for the artifacts first.

The last act shows two moments happening at the same time. While the Mothers invade the domain of Dagoth to offer him as food to the Child, we learn that Mordo, being the lame character we all know he is, sold his soul AGAIN for more power, this time relying on Umar, Dagoth, Aggamon and Tiboro. Stephen sensed it with his third eye and exposed his ass AS HE SHOULD.

And here we’re able to see Stephen going APESHIT. I don’t blame him, tho. I know Stephen doesn’t kill (usually) but he has done it before. I don’t believe he will do it this time but his words alone made Mordo shit his pants, and this moment is also everything to me because Mordo deserves nothing but being portrayed as a coward that he is.

HAHAHAHAHA I love this so much.

Lastly, I know the chapter left many questions. But my thoughts are: I don’t think Mordo did it. He could never, he’d brag about being the one who murdered the Sorcerer Supreme, as he’s been trying for ages. I believe he took advantadge on the Mothers’ assault and stole the artifacts (remember how the Cloak was still under Stephen’s body?)

Who did it then? I still think it was either Channok or Silver Dagger. Both have grim smiles and bad intentions. Besides, his hands were stolen. This is why Channok is my first option. Because the spell remade Stephen’s hands thanks to his library of forbidden spells, so maybe he wants retribution. Like a demon claiming a soul when the deal is due. But it could also be Silver Dagger using it as trophies or for some darker purpose. We’ll have to wait for now.

ALSO MY APOLOGIES, ANON, I really had a tough week, but things are better now!

I knew I could trust Jed. Sadly, issue #4 was delayed but Lee Garbett got us on his IG. I’m very glad Stephen and Clea are in good hands. I can’t never get enough of DODS. I NEED MORE!!