#ok nobodys reading uhhhh

[can-of-slorgs]

Completed the Shenkuu Stamp collection some time ago, so it was only fair to draw my girl Mirsha

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Ok can I request something maybe out there. but sedation kink with doctor Joel. like I’m kind of into the idea of doctor/scientist prepping me for an exam or study and putting me under, reassuring and stroking my face because I’ve never been under anesthesia before and he wipes my few tears as I drift off. then he’s fondling me, putting my legs in stirrups, and observing my reactions to different stimuli like fingers, a brush, vibrator, mouth, putting cooling/tingly cream on my nipples/clit, etc., as I’m out and making notes and taking polaroids of my reactions like little twitches and noises, how wet I get, if my nipples react (if he can make me cum by just my nipples) edging me and im making little tired whines but eventually making me cum a few times while I’m out and he’s just watching what happens from down there and talking into his little mic that’s recording all this. then if I start to come to too early he tuts and asks if I want to stay under and I’m still out of it but drowsily say yes because I’m confused but feels good and he (safely) gives me some a little bit more of sedation just enough to keep me in that floaty place and starts fucking me so good that I actually come to while he’s inside and I fully come to as he’s removing the monitors and telling me how good I was for him and asking if it felt good and he’s giving me some water and kissing me telling me it’s okay to sleep because I’m still tired as he cleans me up so he can take us both home.

A Doctor’s Care

Doctor!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Nonny, you practically wrote this yourself. Please give yourself a massive pat on the back, because this was a fantastic idea. I've been foaming at the mouth about it for months (I'm so sorry It took so long!) Hope you're still around to read this!

Warnings : virgin!Reader, corrupt!doctor, corruption kink, sedation kink, non-con, oral, throat fucking, squirting, sex toys, nipple play, unprotected sex, kinda DDDNE-ish , groping, slight breeding kink, pussy pronouns, foot fetish, uhhhh please lmk if I'm missing anything

18+ ONLY

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“Now, you can start counting up to ten.”

You take a deep breath, trying you best to ignore the needle he had just inserted into your arm. “One, two, th-three, fooour, f-fi…”

He softly brushes your smoothed cheek, watching as your eyelids sag, the heavy lure of sleep washing over your entire body. Your muscles sink into the bed, eyes barely being able to close fully. You had never felt more relaxed. Up to this point, you were an axnious mess, but you knew you were in the good, trustworthy hands of Doctor Miller.

A stray tear wells up, threatening to spill. He smiles warmly and brushes it away for you. He doesn’t want to see you cry when you don’t even know why.

If you were a little more observant, you would have questioned why it was only Dr Miller moving forward with an anesthesia-induced operation. Typically there’s always more than one practitioner in the room. You would have wondered why nobody else was in the hospital at all.

 He told you he could make a special booking for your physical exam, just the two of you, to help alleviate any anxiety about the scary aura of a hospital, the sick people roaming around and watching, peeping in through the doors. He made sure you were the only one here today, to help you get comfortable and have nothing to worry about.

Of course, it is Sunday. Nobody operates on Sunday. The hospital was completely empty save for his office and this room.

Not only is this out of standard procedure, this was off the books.

This was illegal, and you had no idea.

“Dr. Miller, log 47,” he says into his little recorder. “Patient is sedated fully. Heartrate and breathing—“ he gently hovers his fingers rigor below your nose, his eyes scanning the beeping monitor next to you—“ normal and stable. Beginning examination.”

Maybe, if you were smart, you would have also questioned why you needed to be sedated for a basic physical exam. You didnt ask what a physical really entailed, which gave him the perfect excuse for... well. This.  

Joel had offered you some privacy before where he left his office to allow you to change your day clothing into the sterile gown. Such gentlemanly, professional attitude is tossed out the door as he doesn’t hesitate to unfasten the front, popping the buttons off one by one. He starts at your chest, exposing the silk smooth curve of your breasts. “Beautiful, healthy body,” he breathes. Every entimeter of your skin is observed closely. He continues, making his way down to your stomach, admiring your naval with his thick hand petting softly over your belly and unbuttoning down your hips. “I can already see excellent shape for reproduction, should she choose…”

He grins, now having you fully exposed to him under the bright light. Joel places his recorder in his chest pocket, leaving the mic on so he can continue to do his work with both steady hands.

“Fuck me,” he groans, the tent in his slacks already pressing against the cool metal table under you. He adjusts himself slightly, no concern for the perversion of his hard cock jutting out in the open as he brushes it against your legs and arms while circling you.

Dr. Miller was a practiced man. He'd lifted enough unconscious body parts throughout his career, being careful yet precise. It took him no time to hoist your legs into the cradled bend of the stirrups, spread wide and slightly elevated so that your core was exposed.

“Testing reactivity,” he says before pressing your feet with his thumbs. He massages your arch, feeling the tendons shift and resist. His lips ghost the ball of your foot. "Smooth here too. The skin of the feet haven't started callousing yet." Joel’s wet tongue glides along the crevice, thick and warm, before sucking on your toes, lubricating them with his tongue over and over again. He moans, closing his eyes and palming his bulge. You don’t seem to stir at all, but he does briefly catch the way your eyeballs shift underneath your lids, brows drawing then releasing.

He pushes the stirrups forward more, hands on the backs of your thighs until your knees are bent, as if ready to birth.

“Very healthy looking patient below the waist. I’ll need to taste more—test more before the insertion.”

Joel shifts along your side, and with no hesitation, grasps your tits roughly. He scrunches and squeezes tightly, pushing your nipples out until they’re hardened and swollen. He loves the way they feel in his big palms. It was last week when you let him do a breast exam, he was able to fondle them to his liking. He wanted to give them a taste then, but knew you weren’t ready for that.

Consciously, anyway.

A hot month descends upon your breast, and he glances up once again to see your reaction. He rolls your nip around and around before biting lightly. That receives a flinch. He smiles, sucking harder. They’re so warm and firm in his mouth, and he can’t help but suckle along them with fat suctioning sound each time he releases. “Very good potential for milk. Bet she’d make the sweetest milk.” He draws away, grabbing something from the table next to him. “Documenting …” he dabs some freezing cream directly onto your nipple and snaps a picture when your head jolts in surprise. Little sounds get lodged in your throat as he rubs it into your skin, kneading your mounds like dough. “Pretty thing…” he whispers seductively. 

He alternates between his hot mouth and the cold cream, watching your head toss slightly here and there. Your heartrate had also picked up, beeping a little more fervently. Nothing major, but a few beats per minute quicker than before. 

“We’re gonna stress her breathing next,” he sighs, moving up above your head. He feels your collar bone, working his hands up along your esophagus and underneath your neck. Pressing slightly to watch how much further your chest expands for air to ensure you’re still adjusting breath properly. 

Dr Miller unzips his trousers, his hard length falling free and slapping your forehead. He chuckles lazily, rolling it over and over, his tip nudging your nose and closed eyes. You’re so compliant like this. Not even a peep of protest as he nestles his balls overtop your sockets and pushes his head against your soft lips. 

“Seeing how well she can take …foreign objects…obstructing the jugluar.”

He presses in, your lips parting of their own accord to accomodate the intruder. “Ughhh,” he growls. His hands splay along the table, inching himself forward with a roll of his hips. Your jaw opens wider, forced to take the growing girth of his member. A strangled noise hiccups in your throat, and he immediately draws out. The monitor by your side beeps loudly before returning to a regular pace.

He aligns himself again and fucks your mouth, this time further than before until the mushroom tip is bulging in your throat.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” he moans heavenly. He pulls out, lets you breathe, then forces it deeper.  Again and again until you’re taking him for five seconds at a time, deeper and deeper, the table rattling with his incessant humps. “Fuck..you take that, swallowing my cock like a princess, you take cock so good little slut.”

He thrusts in and out until he’s on the verge of cumming. Slipping his cock out the final time, he grips the base, growling to keep his orgasm down. He’d been thinking about it a long time, where he’d defile you last with his seed. As tempting as your tight throat was, he knew there was better ways to make you his confidential patient, forever and always. 

Your vital signs were steady again, although more elevated than you started. Your head twitched to the side slightly, eyeballs rolling under your eyelids. Your body can sense something is happening externally, but cannot rouse itself to intercept. 

He smiles, stroking your spit stained cheeks. “You’re doin’ very well, sweet pea.” its one of his favorite things about these types of exams. Watching how much a patient's instinct tries to fight his ministrations. Yet failing under the sedation and trusting senses of its owner.

For the next hour, Dr. Miller plays with your body. He’s inserted a bullet vibrator up your vaginal walls, controlling its speed and intensity on the little device. With each change in setting, your body reacted differently. Your hips bucked involuntarily, head swayed side to side. Hums of pleasure bubbled in your chest and out your nose, straining to make a coherent noise. He watched, spreading your folds so your little clit was perfectly on display. She throbbed, swelling to an engorged state. So vibrantly colored, filled with blood as he sets her nerves ablaze. 

He’d press his warm lips to her before patching it with a cubed ice. Your body didn’t like that, stomach tensing and knees wanting to lock. He had to get the stirrups tightened around your calves to keep you spread open for him. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispers quietly against your thigh, his plush lips ghosting the inside. He’s left his mic on recording, giving himself the freedom to savor your goosebumps for himself. 

Dr Miller circled around you again, viewing your exposed chest. Your nipples were stiff, and he makes note about how erect they’d become since starting your test. He presses his mouth there, his fingers dancing south to come in contact with your drooping pussy. He’s got a little cup underneath your butt, to capture any of your juices that might leak from his ministrations. For extra (taste) testing in the future.

With his mouth on your breast and three fingers rubbing your clit in clockwise motion, Joel suckles and fingers you with deadly precision.

 “Trying to make the patient—“ his tongue circles over your nipple thrice before nipping at your nipple, sucking it to a point—“reach climax.” 

He spanks your pussy, rewarding himself with a quiver from your body. “That’s it babygirl, you feel that?” He slaps it again, your body jolting, but his teeth sink further into the flesh of your boob to keep your chest in place.

He removes his hand entirely, focusing solely on sucking your tits. There’s a little device wedged inside you, not unlike the bullet vibrator, but this one can sense contractions. It connects to a monitor across the room, recording the pulses inside your pussy.

“That’s it—I see it—she’s working up to it—“ he sucks harder on your tits, swallowing his own saliva, eyes desperately strained to see your cunt reflected back on him on the TV and the matching pulses growing next to it.

The lines reach their heightened point, and your body wreathes appropriately as you cum. Your poor little cunny, contracting around nothing as you orgasm from his tongue on your breasts alone. 

“I want to see if I can just—“ he slips his hand back down to your pussy, diving three fingers in at once and rapidly squelching upward towards that gummy part inside. 

Suddenly, you let out an audible yelp, knees folding inward as liquid gushes from your opening. 

“Oohhhh yes, that’s a good girl, that’s a good girl!” He praises, smirking as you continue to squirt all over his palm and splash onto the floor. The fucking cup wouldn’t capture all of it, an he’d have to really clean up. But he wasn’t expecting such promising results. 

“She’s well hydrated for sure.”

By the way you shake your head, eyes starting to peep over, it doesn’t seem like you knew you could squirt either.

“Shhhh,” he hums, putting his palm over your eyes to block the light. “Rest now, you’re in good hands. Do you want to keep sleeping?” He glances over at the IV bag, already dripping another extra droplet into your system. “You’re so warm and safe here. Let’s rest a little more.”

You let out a sigh, eyes closed and nodding slightly before falling to the side, back into a deep state of unconsciousness.

How pathetic you can’t even tell your lower half is soaking wet of your own doing.

He makes his way back to stand between your legs, kicking away the little rolling stool. 

“See how well this pussy takes a real poundin.’” He pumps his shaft along your slick entrance, dabbing it repeatedly and grinning at how wet it sounds. He’d been edging himself this whole time. Not just this evening, but the entire few months he’s been you ever doting, caring, overly invested doctor, waiting to get you right here, spread out for him.

“She’s still so soft, so tight,” he gulps with a pant. Your chest was inflating up and down more quickly, so he knew you could feel something happening. “You’re doin’ great, baby. Just—just a little more—“

He notches the tip along your weeping hole. “She’s so patient for me.” He wonders if you’ll feel this in the morning when you wake.

Sliding in the first inch, Joel opens his jaw in silent prayer, head tilted back towards the ceiling. He pushes in again, feeling the first bit of resistance from your walls. Shit, he knew you were a virgin. You had marked it embarrassingly during one of the first appointments where he intimately needed to know all your sexual activities. You’d admitted having masturbated, which he encouraged as healthy, though the truth was so that he wouldn’t have to try too hard to stretch you out at this exact moment. Luckily he had loosened you up pretty well with his fingers and tongue this good hour, so when the good doctor pulls out then thrusts half his length in one go, you can’t offer any more rebellion to it.

When he finally bottoms out, he lets out a satisfied whimper. His cheek turned upright into a selfish, wicked grin. “Fuck, your pussy looks so good around my cock,” he says loudly, taunting the fact that you couldn’t retort even if you could hear him properly. He hasn’t had any relevant, professional notes to take for a long while now, instead resorting to little ‘fuckfuckfuck’s as he thrusts his hips in and out of your now loosened cunt. 

He reaches for the wand vibrator, switching it on and positioning it right at your clit, against the base of his dick. Its whirs to life, making your whole body contract in on itself.

“Auuggghhhh fuck yeah—fuck that’s it sweet girl—just feel that—feelin’ it so good.” He continues to fuck you open, biting his tongue and watching you shift with each rut into your unconscious body. Your eyelashes flutter, instinct fighting to get you awake. Jesus he wants it—wants you to wake up right fucking now, see what he’s doing to you. The way your eyes would float, confused, coming into focus as the trusted doc is battering your once pure insides in the name of your health. 

You didn’t know he’d already been fired and relocated from 6 different hospitals across the country for this exact reason. Granted, most anyone could report was inappropriate behavior and groping. He’d have his way with girls like you, in this exact position before. If anybody ever fully caught on to this, he’d be strung up in jail by now.

Whines bubble up from your chest as he gropes your tit with one hand, swirling the wand around your nub with the other. It takes a few minutes of on and off before he feels you clenching around him and cumming. Your back arches slightly, gasping through your mouth. He has to steady himself with his hands flat on either side of the observation table, hunched over and ramming into you while you’re still squeezing the fuck out of him. He likes the way your juices splash down his thighs and balls with each puncture. He’s a good doctor though, making sure you wouldn’t bleed or tear throughout this rough ordeal. He’s a proper man when it comes to his practice.

“Shit, shit—babydoll—fuckyeah this pussy—I’m not gonna be able to give this one up--“ He hums to himself, eyes shut.

You barely register the fact that you’re coming to. Your eyes are slitted but the tunnel vision is still so strong. Foggy and muffled, you can feel your body moving but can’t bring your muscles to do anything about it.

“D-J-oel,” you rasp, eyes fluttering close again as you definitely feel something deep within your stomach. You’re still so out of it, half your senses fading and drawing while being stimulated, unable to fully reach your brain. Your body is screaming to wake up though despite the tempting lull back to sleep. So you open your eyes again, rollin them around you. Your vision becomes clearer, still blurring but able to make outlines and lights now. Still in the hospital, still with the bright lights, still with Doctor Miller—

Doctor Miller, standing between your spread, naked legs with his wet, hard and long cock disappearing in and out of you. Doctor Miller, cursing and staring at where your bodies join, oblivious to your aroused state. Doctor Miller, telling you sweet words like how he’s gonna take you home, he’s gonna keep you like this till you’re full of him, then he's really gonna watch you grow, none of it really making coherent sense to you at the moment.

But there is that feeling inside, deep within your core that’s growing. Everything feels so wet and hot at the same time. He’s incessantly rubbing something delicious, electrocuting your nerves to an awakened state so far more than anything else.

You let out a strangled moan, and his head shoots up, watching you roll your neck and look around. Your sounds get louder, jaw flexing to let them loose.

He's been caught, and he doesn’t stop. “Fuck-fuck babygirl that’s it—M’takin real good care of ya—watch…watch me…watch me when ya cum—“ he groans, gripping your hips and slamming into you almost abusively. 

“Ah-ah-ah-ah!” You wail, unable to tear your limited vision away from him as he ruts like a dog in heat, his hips humping your ass. 

He lets out a startled bark, stilling inside you all the way. That makes your eyes fly wide open, more awake now than before as you start to cum around him. You don’t know what’s happening, don’t understand it and yet your body only knows pleasure, and that’s what your brain releases all over your insides and out. He’s so warm inside, filling you with something hot and sticky. 

There’s a thin sheen of sweat on you, and even greater on him. He pulls out, mummuring some  praise at your pearly, pulsing slit. Your heart is pounding, but body exhausted, like you’d been at this for a while now. You can’t move your head, and your eyes feel heavy once again.

“Hey, hey,” he coos softly next to you. He cups your face in his big hands, bringing you to look at him. “Hey there, angel. How we feeling? You did amazing.”

He feels gentle, touching your fuzzy spots all over again like honey. “Mmm,” you nod. 

He smiles, beginning to turn off the monitors and unhook you from the sensors. ���Did such a great job for me, never had a patient as good as you.” He kisses your forehead, long and comforting. now with the needle out, you still feel drowsy, but with his reassuring words and touches, you don’t feel the need to get up any time soon.

“Here, drink this—“ he hands you a little platic cup of water with a straw. You take a few sips, suddenly feel a massive, near painful pressure in your throat, like something had been lodged there not long ago. Coughing slightly, you give him back the cup, falling back against the headrest.

“Shhh, it’s okay. No need to fight it. You can keep resting.” He kisses you on the lips, silencing any protest. Your brain still feels so floaty, you don’t even question the way his tongue swipes along your teeth. You don’t care, enjoying the way he’s treating you so well after the procedure. He makes you feel safer than ever.

“Gonna clean you up now. Take you home.”

Of course, you don’t think about it, as he makes you feel so at home now. You quickly fall back asleep. Joel wheels you out of the room, down towards his un-registered truck and into the back where he whisks you away to your very new, very permanent, very secluded "home." 

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[transprodigalson]

just saw a post in my drafts & uhh.....i do not remember saving tht into my drafts & i am..i am having some (gay) thoughts....wow.

[sparrow-ceiling]

LUCIFER IN EPISODE 8 POST

because i want to squeeze him like a rubber duck (I WROTE DICK HELP)

OK FIRST CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE PARALLEL TO THE TRUST FALLS WHEN HE CATCHES CHARLIE (TWICE)!!??? Like she trusts him. They love each other. They're gonna be ok. Charlie never set out to do this but in saving all those other people she also saved herself and her dad and i love her for that. Also I just realized they have the same little cheek circles its so cute <3

(help why does Charlie look like Candace Flynn In the first pic-) LOOK at him hes such a short king. He's trying to hide it with that silly little hate but he's fooling exactly nobody.

"I'm going to FUCK you." HES SUCH A DAD LMAO he really thought he ate that one. Also its so silly how his hair part switches sides all the time I love him for that. ((Also did anybody else notice that when Charlie pops in she has her hair tied up and stuff but before and after she's like. disheveled/bloody etc. Probably just a mistake but still interesting.))

ALSO HIS WHOLE FIGHT WITH ADAM IS SO FUNNY why is he so unserious about everything LMAOO. Also bonus look at his slutty little eyeshadow in the first pic (also most of these pictures but its so silly I love it. Also probably necessary to keep the design from being monochromatic) He really gives so few shits about Adam and just beats the hell out of him it's hilarious (honestly giving Alastor-Vox dynamic a little bit but I may be reading into things too much)

ALSO THE DYNAMIC DUO!! They really destroyed that fucker so hard together. PLUS get you a dad that looks at you the way Lucifer looks at Charlie.

ALSO HES SO FUNNY HERE. Hes so fucking confused. And concerned hes just like uhhhh. Awkward wet cat of a man!!!

ALSO THIS IS SO FUNNY LIKE READ THE ROOM MAN. Your daughter and her friends are soaked in blood and you're out here asking who wants to have pancakes (I mean fair enough though. I could use a good pancake after slaughtering angels honestly). But the contrast between them is so funny.

AND LOOK AT HIM HES SO SWEET TRYING TO CHEER UP HIS DAUGHTER. WE LOVE A KIND MAN!!! (Also i just realized he only has four fingers)

Also girl what are these fruity ass stances chill out bro

AND HE TAKES HIS HAT OFF TO SALUTE SIR PENTIOUS AWWW. Hes so genuine about it too <33333

ALSO HIS REACTION WHEN ALASTOR SHOWS UP LMAO. The SASS, he hates that guy so much kdhsjksf

Anyway that concludes my rant about lucifer i love him so fucking much!!

[definitelynotshouting]

Hi I’m obsesseddddd with your hunger au and after reading the lore doc and the fic I have a couple questions if you don’t mind

Ok first off this isn’t really a question and more like a “huh wouldn’t that be fucked up” thought but uhhhh. So og grian was pretty much trapped in a box and constantly watched while the larva developed right. Did the watchers ever feed off him? Bc I imagine being trapped and just waiting to die wouldn’t be great for your emotional state. Or would they not since he is hosting the larva and that point so they can’t/wont feed on a host? Oh also you said that he made the deal to become a watcher while under duress. I imagine that duress could easily be heightened by some hungry watchers. And having your brain lightly fried would probably make you more susceptible to agreeing to a fucked up situation

And for my second question I was curious how aware the general populace/the hermits are of watchers?? Like are they a known thing and ppl just aren’t sure how they work or what. Because the rescue group had to puzzle out that grian was benefiting from their suffering in some way, but pearl seemed to have some idea of what grian was with the whole “eating our brains” bit so I’m curious what levels of knowledge they’re operating with here

Anyways thanks for reading my silly little thoughts on your amazing au!! It’s so fun I’m having such a good time with the horrible things happening

Im so glad you like the fic, anon!! :DD im always so touched when people tell me they enjoyed it enough to read the lore behind it-- gods ive gotta update that, there are a sizeable amount of newer asks i havent added to it yet, plus my beloved friend @/corvidaearts made a proper carrd for it on my birthday that i plan on replacing the google doc with!!! Just, uh, as soon as i add aforementioned posts dkcjsjdjfj

That would be super fucked up if they fed on him while he was trapped, OUGHHHH.... id say in canon probably not, because feeding off of one Player is really really dangerous for them, and Grian was now a host for their experiment to see if they could bring their population back up. If anything, nobody touched or interacted with him beyond the bare minimum it took to keep him safe from any potential respawns, and it was likely only the colony elders who even had direct access to him in the first place. THAT BEING SAID..... GODS THATS FUCKED UP I LOVE IT. And, well, i suppose one Watcher did feed on him.. which was Grian himself, as he emerged from his Player cocoon. Player!Grian's final moments of agony and terror were amplified to the max as his Watcher-self's very first meal, and that haunts Grian a lot late at night if he lets himself think about it

The duress he was placed under to become a host in the first place involved a significant amount of heightened emotional leverage though, thats for sure. One of these days i need to map out how exactly that went down, but i know that it involved an offer that was not actually an offer, several lies through omission, intimidation tactics that spanned the entirety of Evo in the first place, and using Grian's own fear-- both of them, and for his friends-- against him. Real fucked up situation all around 😔😔😔😔

General populace does not know much if anything about the Watchers!! The Watchers are, aside from this one colony, pretty much extinct; even before that, they relied quite a lot on camouflage and secrecy to keep their presence from being discovered, both by their prey and by the Seekers that hunted them.

Some very very old Players might know whispers of information-- rumors from the tail end of a game of telephone, as it were. And there are for sure a few individuals here and there who know of them due to personal experience (including the entire Evo crew, which was ofc a special case), but because Player information is not centralized in any capacity in this universe, the vast majority of Players have zero knowledge that Watchers even exist, let alone what they do and how they feed.

Pearl, with her previous knowledge and experience with Watchers and how they operated while involved with the Evo server, made some really good educated guesses about how Grian works and what's going on with him. And ofc everyone on Hermitcraft, plus all the lifers, knows that Grian at the very least can manipulate Player emotions to an extreme degree-- putting those context clues together, you can piece together quite a few connections. She doesn't have the full picture, but at this point in time she's basically figured out a good chunk of it. The rest will have to come from Grian himself >:]

[tomomiisasleep]

notes on the unwanted guest and Ianthe in general:

I did NOT expect that this is when they were fighting in the body!!! that's so awesome

Pal already asked more than five questions before scene 4. so Ianthe couldnt actually refuse his questions? or she doesnt care what they talk about, as long as it strays away from Babs?

and uhhhh, why the hooded figures? I mean I got spoiled that the setting is the Ninth House, but I mean why the Ninth House? she never really showed much interest on it, and the whole setting she conjured up herself if I have to guess

and the more I read about Ianthe the harder it is for me to remember that I have not gotten over her lying about the corpse under the bed but that she's so hot I am immune to bad bitches I support woman's wrongs

actually I don't see other people fussing about it. but IMO I think it's the shittiest thing she does in the plot (I mean she did eat someone but isn't that the whole point they were there? ok that's not an excuse but whatever I don't think she's terrible for doing it) and the only thing that makes me actually dislike her and not admire her for her intelligence and wit. but everything else about her is like, phoar

also the famous line

pal: nobody asked

so i guess it means that Harrow-related discussions are safe ground for Ianthe? or is this her manipulation again seeing as the inside of her head looks like the Ninth House is it because she still fantasizes about marrying Harrow?

How did Ianthe find out about Ortus? Gideon told her? How did Pal find out about Ortus???? Cam told him? how did Cam find out? or Dulcie told him? and I can't believe she actually died twice, just to tell Harrow about Gideon...

ok I've finished it, but still no insight as to how true Lyctorhood works. Pal said that the real truth is grafting, transplantation. I still don't get it. the only true Lyctor up to now is John and... wait...actually no, he changed before reviving the earth... I don't understand this.

but I do kinda get who Nona is now, it's Alecto's soul under the influence of not Harrow's soul but her body. Which sure has some interestimg implications...

and tbh I did not understand how Pal just wins because he figured something out that Ianthe did not. or is that exactly the point? and I can imagine Ianthe mmust be grossed out to find that her soul has been "rubbing" with Babs' this whole time and time later

something unrelated(that maybe has a little to do with Babs' soul rubbing off on Ianthe?): when Ianthe walked away from Harrow in the bathroom scene, I do think she knows the significance behind her choice, at least subconsciously. she wouldn't have enjoyed owning Harrow if she choose to approach her anyways. I actually think Harrow wasn't so desolate she might have gone in to check tje scene out of morbid curiousity and maybe to see her naked though I'm not sure if she prefers that over seeing her brain but that's not the point. the point is this is Not how Ianthe imagined that she would take possession of Harrow at all, not by picking up someone else's scraps.

So maybe it was for the best

I think they would both agree.

that after a pregnant pause

the weight of the situation is sinking in on Ianthe

the Princess of Ida said:

why refer to her as such at a time like this? she's putting on a facade

“Wow! Not how I imagined this happening, at all,” and you heard her hasty footsteps retreat,

hasty, maybe she had to tear herself away from the temptation, maybe she's afraid that she'll turn back.

away, back down the corridor whence she came. Then she was gone.

lastly, some stuff about the twins. they need each other. Ianthe needs Corona because she needs Corona's approval. she needs approval and she needs it from everyone and doesnt hide it, but Corona's is the most important. why else would she be happy to downplay her abilities her entire life? she gets off on Corona's worship, I bet her actually body had an orgasm when the remote-control body shuddered.

other stuff about goals and love, and sleeping together are all explicitly expressed in the books, so I'll say no more.

one last thing: I love Palamedes and the relationship between him and Camilla and Dulcinea

[codename-adler]

[Haikyū!!] DIY Ask Game

doing this myself bc i'm anxious and making lists makes me feel safe. also bc sometimes you want to answer ask games so bad but nobody sends them...... eh.

First character you liked: Tanaka, my funny bald hype man. He still manages to have soft spot in my heart, to this day, and always. Truly underrated, imo.

Love @ first sight: Kenma (˃ᆺ˂) & Kuroo

First character you strongly disliked: ...Tsukishima

Hate @ first sight: ...Tsukishima

First favorite character: Kenmaaa 🫶

Favorite character now: still Kenma & Kuroo ofc 😭, but also Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Tendou, Kiyoomi, Atsumu (derogatory), Noya and Yaku my libero boyos

Character you strongly dislike now: Tsukki you are never escaping my hater ass i respects u fr fr bruh

Character you did not expect to like as much as you do now: Tendou!!! i was fr scared of him at first, and now he is baby

Character you did not expect to dislike as much as you do now: no one tbh, my hating game's been pretty consistent (lies. i could never hate any of them. none!), tho i have to say that i also don't really enjoy Yamaguchi's character come to think of it... got mads respect for Gucci

First pairing you shipped: Kuroken <3

Favorite ship now: Sakuatsu, Iwaoi, and Kuroken still (+ Brokuroo them morons are life)

Other ship(s) you read fics about / like: Ushiten, Semiten, Kurodai, Bokuosa, Kagehina

Pairing(s) you strongly dislike: well anything Tsukki really... but especially, especially Kurotsuki (Tsukiyama's fine tho) oh and Ushihina & Sakuwaka & Atsuhina.

Crackship you like: Matsuhana let's gooo! also Aone x Asahi is cute

Rarepair/Crackship you like but are lowkey very serious about: Osamu x Meian, Bokuatsu

Favorite m/f pairing: there's only really Kiyotana, but damn do they deliver

Character you think you are most like: this has been a plague on my mind ever since my first watch. nowadays i think i would say Asahi? or Fukunaga. subject to change. hold on—I might be Makki actually o_o

Favorite female character: not a lot there to begin with, but i do appreciate Saeko and Natsu

Sexiest character: IWA-CHAN, Kiyoomi, Kuroo, Atsumu (derogatory), Oikawa (derogatory), Suna

Favorite uniform/outfit: Karasuno boys for the school uniform - Aoba Johsai in close second and for the girls too - MSBY for volleyball as well as Nekoma 😍 and Seijoh || fav outfit that got me down bad is, like all of us mere mortals, Iwa in his hoodie & jean jacket casual combo

Favorite position 😏: Libero!! Yaku and Noya take my breath away every time, but it’s also the role i’d want to play if i were part of a volley team! i think i’d do ok (lmao)

Favorite character name: Iwaizumi Hajime

Favorite motto: 飛べ Fly (Karasuno)

Favorite quote(s): "Don't you ever forget my worthless pride." - Oikawa Tooru to Ushijima *CHILLS*

Favorite scene/episode: Uhhhh too many why did i put myself inthis position. Training Camp obviously!!! but also the Shiratorizawa match arc, for the Tendou content 🔥 and i can't not mention the Seijoh matches for the Iwaoi content and the Matsuhana crumbs.

Unpopular opinion: *sigh* this will get me killed–i do not care for Akaashi. i wish i understood him more, got to see more of what’s underneath. i love Bokuto, and i'm sorry babe, but his character and physique are really just average to me. and i've already got the Tsukki kinners and lovers on my case, so yeah, i'll be dead by sundown. while i’m at it, same goes for Kita-san. i’m sorry!! always mad respect tho 👍

Favorite fic(s): Stick with You (Sakuatsu) by lettersinpetals without a fuckin' doubt. Also i'll mention the latest 2 fics i read, Lockdown and The Loyalty of a Traitor (both Iwaoi) by DeathBelle because they are a pillar of the HQ fics community and their shit hits every goddamn time and it hurts so gooddddd 🤌

Favorite art: @amezure @fullwarmth @iinoruu @amalasdraws @viria @dictearchive @mookie000art @cranbearly (soodyo) and so many more that i can't remember off the top of my head but i thank you all for your dedicated work and creativity to the fandom 🫡😩🧡 oh and special love to @gayaest for their paravolley AU art <3

Character(s) you like to write/draw the most: have done neither officially yet, but i do have a Sakuatsu x Grey's Anatomy WIP, so i guess them?

Pairing(s) you like to write/draw the most: ^^

Favorite AU(s): Post-Time Skip, College AU, Mafia/Yakuza/Detective/FBI/Police AU (ik, ew & ACAB, but somehow for hq this one hits)

Guilty pleasure?: BokuAkaKuroKen - TikTok skits & memes & dance animations - my Sakuatsu MCD wip ^^

Favorite Opening: oh god... there's only 1 i don't like (u know the one)... i HAVE to say before i answer, this anime's intros are hits after hits after hits, and they hold such a precious and nostalgic feeling in my heart 😭 ok i'm allowing myself two: Imagination (S1PT1, SPY AIR) & FLY HIGH!! (S2PT2, BURNOUT SYNDROMES). honorable mention to the few first seconds of Hikariare 🫶

Favorite Ending: Tenshi Gaechi (S1PT1, NICO Touches the Walls)

Favorite team: Canonically, Nekoma and MSBY. Fanonically, Seijoh, MSBY still, and Shiratorizawa. (obv my heart always soars when Karasuno wins bc that's the way the story is supposed to make you feel! but i love them dearly so.)

Team you dislike the most: none? i'm not fond of Date Tech, but i appreciate Aone, and none of the teams are villains, just antagonists from the Karasuno pov.

And for the finale, Favorite meme(s): god so many this fandom has the best

obviously there are many more questions i wanted to fill in but this was getting too long and it's already OOC for my blog, but i encourage all of you to fill my asks inbox with anything you wanna know about my haikyuu fan experience!! 🫶🏐

i'll be filling in this lil questionnaire for other of my fandoms, and feel free to use the template and reblog with your responses!! 🤍

[voltrixz]

heyg (hold out microphone) i want your hank jimble thoughts (if u have any)

(equivalent exchange or some shit i dunnoe i cant read)

ok tough one actually. Sorta. My mind is like zero-d in on Phobos And auditor all the time but every now and then hank is in there so hm..

I guess first point is I like to think that hank is just some guy. I think you mentioned how it’s interesting to see people give hank a backstory that explains more of their deal but you prefer that he’s just some guy. Which yeah 100% agree with that. Just some guy who made one implsuive move and got into this big mess and now has to live up to the huge name they ended up making for themselves. Like they had interests and stuff before but a lot of that gets overshadowed by the violent tendencies they have now. And I like to think hank still does have those interests but isn’t as engrossed in them as he gives in further and further into the violent habits they;ve developed. Just further leaning into that sort of thing, because it’s what people expect of him and it’s what they need in order to survive out here.

And also I like to think the sq crew (doc, Deimos and Sanford) is what kinda reminds him of simpler times. Like sorta reminding him of their own humanity again? Like that connection. I do think there is some apathy towards Sanford and Deimos but he does deep down care for them. He just has a lot of trouble showing that. And they know that how they act sometimes scares off the 2 so they don’t bother often. And with doc it’s different, because no matter what Doc is never afraid of him. Doc knows how dangerous he is and he’s seen how bad they can get but still doesn’t run off. There’s a certain trust between the 2 that in a way almsot scares or I guess more confuses Hank because he isn’t used to people keeping calm around him.

Uhhhh idk if this is even coherent, I’m just kinda speaking like right off my tongue here. Idk hank is just some guy who got into this mess, realized that the role had to play suited him well despite the nobody he was before, and jsut stuck to it. Not exactly happy about it but not exactly distressed about it. Just meh. A guy just rolling with what he’s got I guess (But shit is definitely hitting the fan for them later)

I have no idea what I’m saying acutally but yeah from the top of my head that’s what I got

[alkeneater]

I'm on sick leave rn so i spent my whole day doing homework... sowwy i didn't post anything really interesting :(

hmmm but there's one thing... well... Nobody probably knows, but I wrote drabbles for my AU in 2020 :) I released three in Russian and translated only one of them.

Translating is still a very hard work for me (even though I've upgraded my english skills in four years obviously but i feel like my grammar still sucks), that's why I stick to the comic format - it's easier to show actions rather than describe them...

Well, maybe I should finally translate the last two and post them here?? I know there were a lot of changes in the AU since then, but uhhhh.... idk these drabbles are kinda cute and easy to read, lol.

Треск асфальта - the crackle of asphalt/pavement/concrete??? - is a short scene of the main five on a mission. Do you remember my big promo art with them fighting against the shadow police? The drabble has the same vibes. Except I had no idea what my AU was about and wrote random cyberpunk action just because IT'S FUCKING COOL HELL YEAH 😎😎😎💥💥💥

Затишье после бури - The calm after the storm - is another scene, but GUESS WHAT. It has assasinated president yaoi. Abe and JFK meet on the thinking docks (i reimagined them as thinking bridges recently) and yap about... something... they say something about the war... whatever that means (seriously i had NO FUCKING IDEA what my AU was about). It's probably the shadow government vs clones war or something. And they do cute stuff like support each other and hug. That's it.

AND if you haven't read Бегущий по крышам or Cutting through the air (and i kinda hope you didn't i bet it's unreadable bc of my shitty translation) it's about Gandhi doing parkour stuff and Abe follows him asking to be careful. And then Joan calls them and asks to return home.

That's it. I had more ideas for drabbles, but I suck at writing (if you read my comic you know) so I just quit.

ahhhh these were my happy days 🥺 but now my AU is super complicated and I can't write without digging into the details first lol

ok for those who are lucky enough to know Russian I'll leave a link to my ficbook: https://ficbook.net/readfic/10064366

[zermizomilk]

you [erased some that were weird tho] 3. do you miss anyone? 4. what are you looking forward to? 5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? 6. is it hard for you to get over someone? 7. what was your life like last year? 8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed? 9. who did you last see in person? 10. are you good at hiding your feelings? 11. are you listening to music right now? 12. what is something you want right now? 13. how do you feel right now? 15. personality description 16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t? 17. opinion on insecurities. 18. do you miss how things were a year ago 19. have you ever been to New York? 20. what is your favourite song at the moment? 21. age and birthday? 23. fear(s) 24. height 25. role model 26. idol(s) 27. things i hate 28. i’ll love you if… 29. favourite film(s) 30. favourite tv show(s) 31. 3 random facts 32. are your friends mainly girls or guys? 33. something you want to learn 34. most embarrassing moment 35. favourite subject 36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? 37. favourite actor/actress 38. favourite comedian(s) 39. favourite sport(s) 40. favourite memory 41. relationship status 42. favourite book(s) 43. favourite song ever 44. age you get mistaken for 45. how you found out about your idol 46. what my last text message says 49. where i want to be right now 50. favourite picture of your idol 51. starsign 52. something i’m talented at 53. 5 things that make me happy 54. something thats worrying me at the moment 55. tumblr friends 56. favourite food(s) 57. favourite animal(s) 58. description of my best friend 59. why i joined tumblr 60. do you have a funny joke [[i zoned out during the organization proccess so if there are any asks you're uncomfortable w, just ignore them]]

3 bird

4 end of the day

5 you

6 sometimes

7 alot more naive to to internet interaction

8 yes

9 technically my brother

10 yes

11 no

12 rather not say

13 annoyed and angry

15 idk

16 yes

17 it's ok to be insecure it's only human

18 id rather die then go back to how it was

19 nope

20 butchers vanity

21 age 14, bday 26 nov

23 spiders

24 idk where a tape measure is so im just gonna assume it's like 178-179 cm maybe

25 brother

26 idk

27 list is long and i don't feel like writing all that

28 elaborate

29 wonka i guess

30 i got nothing

31 mosquitoes are attached to potassium, if you dissolve styrofoam in nail polish cleaner you get napalm, in fallout 4 everyone likes artificial gorillas

32 all of you guys are nonbinary or trans so idk

33 drums

34 to many to count rather not think of them

35 like school? uhh biology i guess

36 i got nothing

37 nobody

38 nobody

39 dodgeball

40 found a bird outside my doot hurt and had a zip tie around it's leg so i helped it to the best of my ability

41 aromantic

42 im reading how to kill a mockingbird so i guess that

43 can't choose

44 10-17

45 n/a

46 Ily<3/p

49 same spot my home but alone

50 n/a

51 idk and im too lazy to look it up again

52 ¯⁠\[•-•]/⁠¯

53 uhhhh talking to you, being around animals, sleeping, talking to friends in general, playing games

55 uhh you,Large,Axel i don't think i interact with alot of my moots

56 eggs

57 bird, dog, cat

58 well unable? describe your self

59 deltarune

60 nothing at the moment

[itzgarrehandro]

My experience with Duncan Burden (Puppiez0)

(WARNING: What you're about to read contains sensitive subjects such as grooming, CP, and... IDK, "coomer" stuff IG?)

...I think it's time I come out and say this

I was a victim of grooming (and as you could probably tell that's not fun. At all)

You're probably wondering "who did this, and what did they do?"

You ask, I'll tell: The person in question goes by the username "Puppiez0", or his real name "Duncan Burden" (or "McNinja", whatever the hell you wanna call him), who has recently been caught in 4K for drawing NSFW out of a 15 year old (but I'm not gonna bore you to death with that info)

It all started back in 2015 when I was invited to a Skype group chat with him (don't remember alot), but we didn't really get close until I'd eventually join some online community known as the Powerhouse of Entertainment

But by 2017... That's when real shit dropped, he'd go on to start some shit called "POE After Dark" and, lo and behold, he went on to draw, let's see, uhhhh... Lucoa (from Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid) with her breasts out and added me "playing with myself" in the background

Which, at first, I kinda didn't mind nor think it'd be bad at first. But eventually when time went on, and he got cancelled... I was not ok with this. And you're wondering "how old was Duncan at the time he drew this?"

He was 17, and I was like 13-going-on-14 when he did this, so... I was a minor (and THAT'S technically grooming)

At first, I thought it wouldn't be THAT bad when he drew it, but as time went on and eventually he'd get cancelled, it just... eugh, disgusts me. To think how this shit just slipped through my fingers all those years, and nobody speaks up about this until now

Not to mention, he'd also ask for money from some of my friends (and some others) for pictures that they didn't even commission for... Just because he lost his job

...Really??? Are you THAT lazy to do a job search on Indeed? Whatever job you get, I'm sure they'd pay much more hourly than everyone else, you could've been spending all that time looking for a job, working and getting paid and all that stuff, as long as your bills are paid and as long as food is in your fridge, but NOOOO, you spend it BEGGING

...I think that's all I have to say, in the meantime, I recommend reading this for further context:

I know this post was rather... long, or however to put it, but I needed to be more open and let this all out of my system. Apologies if this came off as rather half assed, tried to explain this out of memory or sumn like that. Thanks for reading this

[destinyroundabout]

CHAPTER 1 ACT I

"Her fall"

Allison: ...?

Allison had just woken up. She found herself on a pile of orange and yellow leaves. They were weak and did a pretty bad job at breaking her fall.

Allison: ...Wait...I fell, didn't I? Jeez, how am I alive? (Sigh), Why did I think exploring a cave on a tall mountain would be a good idea?

She got up, still in slight pain from the fall. She brushed off the leaved off her clothes and started looking around.

Allison: HELLO? ANYONE THERE?...Ugh, of course not. Who would be in down here anywa-

Suddenly, she heard garbage noises bear her.

Allison: ...That's not foreboding at all. Well, not like I have anywhere else to go

She went into the next room, there in the centred was a strange man dressed in black.

Allison: Uhhh...Hey.

The man turned his face to Allison...or lack thereof. His face was completely blank, with only a single horn on one side of his face and a strange beard to distinguish him. Allison felt like she was dreaming...or more accurately, having a nightmare.

Allison: OH GOD. Are...you ok? Who are you?

???: MY NAME? IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I'VE HAD A NAME...HM...CALL ME WINGS.

Allison: Hey wings...so, this is the infamous mount ebott huh?

Wings: INDEED. IT'S FLOODING WITH MONSTERS BOTH KIND AND CRUEL.

Allison: Wait- MONSTERS?!

Wings: HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF THE RUMOURS CHILD? THE GREAT HUMAN AND MONSTER WAR? HOW HUMANS TRAPPED MONSTERS IN THE UNDERGROUND?

Allison: ...nope.

???: WOW! You must be more STUPID than I thought!

Suddenly, a new voice spoke. A high-pitched raspy voice.

???: HEY! WATCH IT NARRATOR!

Allison: W-WHO WAS THAT?!

Wings: I TRULY APOLOGISE. MY FRIEND HERE APPEARS TO HAVE FORGOT HIS MANNERS!

A grey flower suddenly appeared on Wings' hand.

???: I'm sorry, but if she doesn't know basics monster history 101, then she ain't gonna survive a day here Wings.

Allison: ...cute flower!

Dings: ...Ahem, anyways, call me Dings. I'm Wings' best friend. You're new here, so we gotta teach you the ropes. What do ya say Wings?

Wings: AN EXCELLENT IDEA DINGS! CONSIDER THIS HUMAN, A TUTORIAL IN COMBAT!

Allison: The name's Allison by the way.

Dings: Yeah yeah, Now.

❤️

[BATTLE MODE INITIATED]

Allison: Woah, this is...cool!

Dings: Now, see that shiny read heart over there?

Wings: THAT IS YOUR SOUL, THE VERY CULMINATION OF YOUR BEING. A HUMAN SOUL IS A POWERFUL TOOL TO A MONSTER, SO A HANDFUL OF UNFRIENDLY FOES WILL ATTEMPT TO SNATCH IT FOR THEMSELVES!

Allison: ...lovely.

Dings: Don't worry, all you gotta do is not get hit by the bullets.

Allison: What bu-

Dings: THINK FAST

A wave of pellets rapidly target Allison's soul.

Allison: OH SH-

Allison barely dodges.

Dings: BAHAHAHAHAHA. OH, THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE!

Wings: DINGS! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO AID HER, NOT SHATTER HER SOUL!

Dings: Hahaha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Good reflexes though kid!

Allison: YA DON'T SAY....hey what's "LV"

Wings: I'M GLAD YOU ASKED! LV STANDS FO-

Dings: You'll figure it out later.

Wings: ...

Dings: What? Nobody wants to hear you nerd out Wings.

Allison: So...is there anything else I should know?

Dings: Uhhhh...

Small footsteps can be heard approaching the room.

Dings: Oop- That's our cue.

Wings: WE SHALL MEET AGAIN SOON, DEAR ALLISON. BEST OF LUCK!

The duo dissappear into the shadows.

Allison: WAIT-...Welp.

???: huh. I thought I heard 3 humans. must be hearin things.

A short skeleton wearing a purple bathrobe entered the room.

sans: sup

END OF ACT I

[flame-cat]

okay kim stans, now that I have your attention I'm dropping a fic idea that I'll never ever make. free to a good home. kisses kisses kisses <3

kind of smashing together a bunch of little ideas I've shown off and also kept in my brain privately for fun-having reasons. it's kind of just my dissertation on why kim is absolutely pathetic when you take down his walls. he's a tin soldier. nothing but thin walls and hollow insides. <- OUGH THATS GOOD USING THAT AT SOME POINT

so basically vague handwavey idea that I think its some time into like, the point a lot of the meta-fandom narrative has gotten to, some time down the line after a lot of the initial Mess post-martinaise smooths out into something that looks normalish, or at least isn't an immediate crisis. harry is on a sober streak, [the Hetero-Sexual Life Partners are at the very least not constantly trying to kill each other (kim has had a Talk with Jean, who is mostly just privately seething and malding now and feeling incredibly sorry for himself). ] <OR> [there was an Incident where Jean got really REALLY sorry for himself and made a whole fucking scene and basically tried to kill himself, heavily based on a fic i read (called Trigger Warning) it kinda woobifies jean a bit but other than that its soooo fucking good but tl;dr the jobwives have made up and ] kim and jean are kind of both Harry's partner in ways? jean is still a satellite officer but a lot of times he gets paired up with Harry and kim and they're kind of the nightmare blunt rotation right now.

soooo again handwaves somehow one of the old cases Kim's partner left behind that was left cold picks up a lead again out of the blue and Kim is. well. he's normally a workaholic but this is intense even for him. like Jesus. nobody at the 41st has seen him like this. he doesn't sleep for days on end. (maybe he picks up speed? from jean? he considers doing it in-game to improve his Performance so I don't think thats above him).

anyway rock meet hard place Harry finally gets the poor sod to take a god damn break and go home, he and jean can sort out his disaster area of a desk and cover for him. Kim obliges, goes home and- OH SHIT WHO IS THAT! uhhh its all very vague in my head here but tl;dr Kim gets jumped maybe? nd this was all some sort of like. Ploy? to uhh . idk I think maybe the moralintern is involved in ways. but uh eyes is alive and was an espionage and faked his death and is now like. idrk yet if He stabbed Kim or what, or why its all even. happening in the first place. and tbh its not important to me cause I'm never gonna write it, I don't plan to its just something to play with at night to fall asleep.

important bit is now Kim is Leaking Everywhere and well. doesn't exactly have time to call gotlieb. so. he stitches himself up (NOT THAT WELL) and trudges back to the precinct to report to pryce. understandably people are freaked out by the Blood and stuff. harry comes with Kim to the briefing. shit gets Revealed. Kim dissociate. harry is like uhhhh okay well his home isn't safe anymore. jean can he crash on your couch can you drive us there while I sit in the back with him. and jean is like. fuck. okay. and yeah Kim kinda comes back into it on the ride there, has a Teensy Weensy (HUGEBADMASSIVE) panic attack, eventually calms down enough to clamber out of the car and. jeans apartment is 4 floors up and there's no elevator. hell on earth. Kim refuses to be helped up but 2 floors up he trips and let's jean help him, then they get to the top and Kim is like. Jean. and jean is like what- ohgodyoureunconsciousnowokayharryopenthedoor. and uhhh the rest is pure self indulgent "the boys nurse him back to health mwah" but way messier obvs. like fully "ok I have to take out the stitches you did and restitch you, throw back this glass of whiskey and try not to vomit on me. oh well he passed out. at least he's not feeling it?" and yeah.

anyway there's a Conversation between jean and harry at one point because the through line here is that harry is trying to keep his Boys safe but he doesn't know how they can keep doing This *gestures to the cop thing* and so jean is like okay well are we gonna work the case without him orrrrr and harry is like I am NOT moving a MUSCLE until Kim is 100% okay. he stayed with me for 2 days after I got shot. and jean is like okay bye- and harry is like no listen. I don't. we are killing ourselves here. and jean is like yeah? point? and harry is like maybe we. shouldn't. and they have a whole argument about it but that wakes up Kim who eats shit trying to get up and they both like rush in to make sure he didn't fuck up the new stitches or bust his head open right, and Kim is like. okay conflict resolution time. refuses to back down until everything is explained in detail to him even if he's still loopy. anddddd tl;dr Kim agrees with harry and idk what happens next but there u go

[patchdotexe]

ok heck it uhhh stickmolus

(this is still one of my fav drawings for it. the guuuyyyys)

it is! a Henry Stickmin au! taking place in our Limoliverse setting, which is the catch-all name for.. several stories we haven't made any content of except character designs and incoherent tumblr posts. um. hm. WELL the part that matters is that everybody is aliens!

it's a very loose adaption of the whole series, except with the twist being that henry is jumping between routes willy-nilly and potentially even creating brand new ones as he goes thanks to breaking things in unexpected ways. you know how it is with spaghetti. also there's a lot of background worldbuilding that we are very bad at actually implementing

(also it has an askblog! @stickmolus is in a weird limbo state on account of the exhaustion and my difficulty to keep up an ongoing interactive project, but its fun to read and i still think about picking it back up. i want to so bad. i am my own worst enemy)

quick hits:

Henry is.. something! nobody knows what his species is, including himself. he just straight up spawned one day and immediately began doing crime. this immediately got the attention of the CCC, especially once he started pulling out every power and item out of his back pocket and launching between timelines at random.

everyone's response to him is some form of panic on account of him being an Unauthorized Fucking Thing. speaks english but also writes in minecraft galactic and can make nether portal noises. he's not mute but there's a pretty big language barrier he's trying to work around and when he is able to talk to people he's pretty sparse with words. his head is weirdly shaped and i admire max's ability to actually Make A Whole Ass Sculpture Of This Guy oh my god i just looked over at my shelf and got emotional

i did animation memes with all 3 of triple threat and henry's is RENARD!

Charles is a pilot for the Limolian military and is certified in both air and space travel! good for him. he's a limolus, which is kinda the "mascot species" for the setting seeing as its. named after them. they've got your basic run-of-the-mill psychic powers tropes and are heavily inspired by Giegue from the Mother series! i could talk about them for a very long time. LET'S TALK ABOUT CHARLES.

charles was stationed on earth for a while and as a result is considered kinda Weird because he picked up a lot of earth culture stuff. he's fluent in both english and lilio so he's henry's translator, although his translation is pretty loose and skips details and basically he is not reliable no matter how hard he tries. i love him

his animation meme is BAM BAM! and it was really really fun to make. i love drawing charles i love thinking abt charles he is My Boy

ELLIE oh my god this drawing doesnt have her tattoos. what the hell. ellie is ALSO a limolus! they can be colours besides red its just that ellie and charles are both red. anyway. she's very good at telekinesis because canon ellie already uses the force, so that's her solution to most problems. her relationship with henry is a bit rockier from the get-go due to a communication barrier on Several Levels, but theyre able to get along! ..in some routes. oops.

uhhhh she's actually got some pretty intense backstory that hasnt come up yet because Ellie Has Not Appeared On The Blog At All for the love of god why did i pick the order i did its gonna be FOREVER until we see ellie AUGH. but she got locked up in the wall for some Pretty Serious Crimes (like uh. treason?) and even in timelines where she joins up with charles there's some friction because of that.

her animation meme is Wolf in Frenzy which is probably the best one ive made so far ngl

Reginald's anatomy is terrible and i hate drawing him. also he's a musae, which are very long/tall and very venomous. the toppats overall are a ragtag group of people of various species and various backgrounds, in stark contrast to the govt which is like 90% limoli. also he's a pathetic noodle of a man but that doesn't stop him from being a tricky bastard

i didn't animate him but he shows up in RENARD for like 5 seconds if that counts

uuhhhh also i have a "#stickmolus au" tag. which is probably pretty incoherent. im tired

[konoa-t]

was surfing the wooooorld wiiiide weeeeebbbbb and i think i found the posts you saw that got you nervous about ao3. rest assured, i wouldn't worry about them. while their intentions are good, a lot of them are made by self-proclaimed hatebloggers that create discourse for fun and i would not trust. in good faith.

uhhhh i typed up a post on this but then i realized i was too coward to post it so. i am SO sorry for what i am about to paste here.

"i recently realized that the recent ao3 donation drive marked the return of a whole bunch of discourse. i usually wouldn't say anything about it, especially since this has been a thing for years, but i noticed that one of my mutuals was confused about the subject and thus decided to type up a little something, especially since a few of the people i've seen saying ao3 should die are hyper-purist hatebloggers that create discourse for fun and harass genuinely confused anons that come their way.

you are not a bad person for having an ao3 account or supporting ao3. for starters, nobody is making any money off you simply reading or posting fic.

as for donations, they're relatively public about what they do with the money they earn, and it's not going to anything particularly bad. there's always the possibility that you don't personally agree with them making a donation drive right now or don't want to support their policies, which is fair. you can always choose not to donate. that doesn't mean you should harass people who did donate to this mostly inoffensive thing, or worse, people that didn't even donate and simply enjoy reading/writing fanfiction on the site.

yeah, there's a bunch of really nasty stuff on there that probably shouldn't be. it's really bad. but i don't think moderation is as easy as you're making it out to be. for starters, do you realize how incredibly small the team moderating this site is? how overwhelmed these incredibly puny servers would be by something like this? and that's not even addressing the fact that morality in fiction is completely subjective. i personally have things i consider right and wrong, but my "right and wrong" probably differ from yours. reaching a consensus on what is "right and wrong" on ao3 is basically impossible, even with what the most fervent of ao3 haters envision as "perfect" moderation. that's not to say that something shouldn't be done about the genuine moderation problems the site has, but this simply isn't it. it's ok not to agree with some of the things the site does and it's ok to hate some of the works on it. but it's not great to claim that people who support ao3 are horrible and automatically support horrible content."

Hey thanks for this! /pos

I don't know why people are so keen on creating problems. It's one thing to warn others about unsavory material (and to discourage users from engaging with it), but it's a whole other thing to throw the baby out with the bathwater and say the site, as well as every user on it, is problematic. Moral crusades are NOT the answer. Also I didn't think that there was anything inherently bad with Ao3, which is why it confused me so much. I just thought it was a cool place to post fanfics tbh. Glad to see it's not something to worry about!

[faradaykay]

"When you get this, you have to answer 5 things you like about yourself publicly!"

HELLO HELLO umm my friend @kazuichikazuichi tagged me for this game and as yall may have noticed by now i usually forget to respond to tag games and they get lost in the void of my notifs BUT THIS TIME I AM ACTUALLY PARTICIPATING so yay me

i like the kind of people i attract in my life, especially recently. i am not the type of person to be very popular or make friends easily and i never have been, but the people i do end up befriending are really good people, and it makes me think i'm doing something right. (looking at you friends i made here bc wtf i love you guys sm)

i like that i'm good at math!! i've always loved and been good at math - i took 10 different math classes in high school, and i pretty much exhausted the math curriculum while getting an A+ in all of those classes along the way. i love calculus and statistics so much (even tho i gripe about them all the time), and i'm grateful to have such a natural ability for them.

i'd like to think i am a pretty funny person - on my discord server with me and my close friends, half of the messages on the starboard are just my messages which obvs shows how hilarious and iconic i am. jajkjjfdjfdfd ok obvs i am exaggerating there but in all seriousness i like my sense of humor!!

i like how far i've come in accepting myself in the past couple of years. UHHHH SORRY IN ADVANCE THIS ONE MIGHT GET MORE SERIOUS THAN I AM INTENDING BUT. i'm new enough to tumblr that nobody here has really seen the way i used to be just a couple of years ago (and honestly thank god for that) - closeted to everyone including myself, insecure, and not good at standing up for myself. but i've come a long way, i've accepted my queerness in terms of both my lesbianism and my aroaceness, i've learned to establish boundaries and stand by them, and i've learned to be confident in the way i am. at the end of senior year i gave a speech about the progress i've made about my self acceptance at my graduation and that is one of my proudest moments :)

i like my own ambition. i've always been someone with big dreams and goals, and i've always been someone who works hard to achieve them. i am currently attending a university that's pretty prestigious for my major that i worked my ass off to get into, and i'm really proud of myself for achieving that, and i know i'm gonna continue to work hard to achieve the rest of my goals during and after college.

sorry this is so long waughgughgh i seriously don't know how to shut up so sorry if you read all this UMM ANYWAYS. i always feel awkward tagging people in these things but if you are reading this and need some positivity then consider yourself TAGGED and feel free to say i tagged you :)) <3