#painting widly again!

[gabisart]

15 flares inside those ocean eyes 🔱✨

[quimichi]

˚✦ ˑ 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐫, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭? ִֶ 𓂃⊹ - MDNI

WARNINGS: NSFW - MDNI, Pet names, sexual behavior, name calling, some a bit rough and mean

SUMMARY: They took your virginity. Case solved.

CHARACTERS: HSR Men X F!Reader (no aged up Charas)

WORD COUNT: 13.150

Argenti

All you can do is whine as his fingers scissor and stretch you, juices dripping down. His tongue softly rubs circles around your clit like he’s painting you, a masterpiece. And you can’t help but moan out at the new pleasure. His fingers hit that spot that sends an electric jolt to your toes and back, you desperately arch with another whine. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. It's overwhelming you, he promised to be gentle, and he is. But never once did he tell you how good this will all feel.

“S-Shit Argenti-, I can’t—I’m gonna—” You can’t even finish your sentence, your voice begins to crack, your hips bucking widly as he speeds up. And then you’re coming, babbling nonsense and his name like a prayer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You don’t even comprehend that you squirt all over his hand and mouth, or that he’s rutting his hips against the bed and moaning into your cunt as he tastes you. Not only is it a pleasure to please you, beautiful you. It's a pleasure to be your first. It sends a wave of possessiveness through his body.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, his glistening fingers running up to your waist.  “Such a dirty little rose,” he murmurs as he leans down, teeth grazing across your neck, hair tickling your skin. “Youre a sight to behold, breathless, dazed...divine.”

Aventurine

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, grip on your throat. Its not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know his hand is there. “You like my cock stretchin’ you out, huh?” You're unable answer him, the only thing you manage are whines and moans slipping through his fingers through your throat. He'd be mean to not let you moan out like a bitch in heat after all. Aventurine smirks knowingly, continuing his assault on your insides.

“Can't believe no one ever went inside you, youre far too good. Shit-you love it too, don't you?” You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand travels down your tummy, the soft touch sending waves to your core. His fingers eventually find your clit, rubbinh the swollen skin over and over again. Your eyes glaze over and roll back, it's too much, too much!

Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake and back arches. “Mine, ok? Youre mine, my girl. You don't mind do you? Surely you don't...look at you, sweet girl.”

Blade

“feels s’fucking good—“ you mindlessly babbles out. His large palms are stretched out on both sides of you hips, nails digging into your skin. “Such a greedy little pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…you're a little greedy slut, hm?" he teases.

You can feel his hot breath fanning your ear while his dark hair tickles your neck. The sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls. Headboard constantly hitting the wall. You wouldn't be surprised if something would break this night, and it doesn't need to be the bed.

“if you keep moaning like a bitch in heat, i won't fucking stop,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. "Naw, look at that," he points at the bulge in your stomach, "that's me all the way inside your greedy cunt."

Boothill

"you still good, darlin?" he asked, amused, his hands moving up to grab one of your tits, giving it a squeeze with his cold hands. He hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. He knows he could do this for hours, his stamina is much longer than yours after all, but he doesn't want to push you just yet.

"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, “your pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. “its so fucking pretty for no fucking reason...”

Caelus

“shiiit-just like that...” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Hands softly gripping your hips as he guides you. He smirks when he heard your whine as a reaction to his groans, golden halflidded eyes stare up at you. He thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. You had no idea what you were doing, well, neither does he. But you insisted on riding him.

“doing so well,” he says with a slight whine as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. It doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. Your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, "sorry,-shit-sorry I couldn't-hold myself back much longer-!"

Dan Heng

“just as i expected, it slipped right in...” your arm immediately slung over your face to hide your embarrassment. Something about the way he talks to you has you throbbing.

“fuck, so deep inside you already.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you. He's so painfully splitting you open. You whine and whimper, it feels too good to be true. “that’s it, there’s my girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “youre doing so good for me, just a bit longer, ok?”

He speeds up his thrusts, "eyes on me," he says, "you can do it, eyes on me." And when he hits just the right spot, your eyes roll back and flutter closed.

"Good girl."

Dr. Ratio

“it hurts, doesn't it?” he whispers, no mock, no tease, unusual for him. He knows it hurts, he's just deep enough inside you, balls deep.

“yes, it hurts…” you whine, eyes watering as you adjust. He’s letting you distract yourself a bit, letting you soak up the pain with pleasure. “… so bad.” you keep whining.

"I know, it will get better." he presses his hips flat against you, just to slowly drag his cock out of you again, leaving just his tip inside. “Doing good for a first timer. Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.”

You nod desperately, biting your lip between your teeth.

“I'll be slow, we got time.” he mumbles, a sick grin painting across his face. He'd be lying if he would say he doesn't enjoy the power play that's going on at the moment. "I'M gonna teach you everything you need to know."

Gallagher

Your mouth falls open when he grinds his hard cock against your ass. Youre breathing hard, chest heaving. But you can't help but lean back against his chest. He slips a hand back into your underwear, rubbing slow circles against your clit. His breath is hot against your ear as he chuckles at your reaction. His middle finger slips between your folds and gathers some of your arousal to use it at your clit again. Once he had your hips jerking and whines leaving your lips, he slips two of his thick fingers inside. He moves slowly, fingers working inside of you like a caress.

“I- ‘m gonna-” you muster, weakly clawing at his arms.

He slips his hand out of your pussy again, letting his tongue run over his fingers, lapping at your juices. He hums, as the taste hits his tounge, “Shit, girl. Got me addicted already.”

Gepard

“That’s it.. Just like that..” He takes hold of the hand, kissing your knuckles, whispering soft praises into your skin to help you work up courage to keep riding him. He knows it's embarrassing for you, he knows you doubt yourself. But he also knows that you can do it.

“Doing so good for me, ok? So good, keep going..”

It takes his everything to hold back his hips and not fuck up into you, it's all too inviting.  He holds you, wrapping both arms around your torso and pull you close to his chest. One hand slips down to your hips, guiding you on his cock. "Like that, yeah."

Hot breaths reach your ear as he hums in approvment. "Good...shit--good."

Jing Yuan

“ass up. There you go, atta girl.” and you almost shiver from his touch on you'd hips as he turns you over. Jing Yuan stares at your ass, bringing a rough palm towards your left cheek. “Mm, nice. You're doing good. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you...for now.”

As he speaks, your cheek presses further against the pillow, hiding in embarrassment. Jing Yuan watches as your ass writhes and he hums, springing out his thick cock. “I'm going in, ok? No need to be scared”

“ok...” you breathe, big talk for someone who probably has way to much experience for his own good.

"I'll go easy on you, I promised you that birdie." He whispers in your ear as he leans over, slowly pushing in.

Jiaoqiu

He dives in, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. He laps at you hungrily, savoring your taste as he eats you out with wild abandon. His tongue swirls around your clit before sucking it between his lips, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. “you're so hot...,” he hums against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “thank you for the meal...”

Your finger desperately looking for support and found his hair, scratching his scalp with your long nails in the process. You can't help but let one hand wander to one of his ears, tugging on it. Immediately a whine leaves his lips as he laps on you more desperately than before.

He doubles his efforts, lapping at your clit with broad strokes of his tongue before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and suckling greedily.

"Do that again and watch me eat you up."

Luka

Luka leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. His hands grip your hips hard you feel like you might see some bruises tomorrow as a souvenir.

"Damn, you take my cock better than expected, baby," he rasps against your mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Way to fucking well, you sure you're a virgin?" he breaks the kiss to gaze down at you. “look at me,” he commands, "that pussy is mine now. Mine."

As you meet his eyes, he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck-didnt know you could get any tighter."

Luocha

The next thing you felt was his cock entering you all at once, barely giving you time to get used to his huge size and thickness. Hes not a mean man by any means, but he figured that maybe him going in faster with the ammount of slick you already got, might be less painful. Wronh judgment in a hazy moment. And fuck if he didn't love feeling the way your cunt stretched to accommodate him, how your walls are so tight around his length.

When he did it, it was over for you, and you thanked him with the most beautiful sounds he ever heard. You squeezed him and croed out, making a mess of yourself as you grab onto his shoulders for support. It all was too much for you, too much happening all at once. But you'd be a lair to say you didn't enjoy it.

He would slowly start to run against you, holding your hips in place as he drags his cock in and out of your hole. His slow speed was annoying, painful, but so good.

But the best feeling was yet to come.

“Just you wait once I'm done with you. We'll have plenty of time left to get to know each other much better."

Sampo

Without warning, he pulled out – only halfway – and plunged back inside you with an almighty push. It .ade your eyes roll back into your skull, your mind went blank for a second. His teasing laugh pulling you back into reality, "Oops-went to hard there~" As a apology he went softer on you, slowly dragging his cock in and out of your hole.

“Doing so well for me,” he groaned, as he lightly speed up again, holding your hips in a tight grip.

"Damn-" he groans as you grap onto his shoulders and dig your nails in. "Careful there baby, you don't wanna hurt poor Sampo, hm?" He laughs again as he kisses down your neck and leaves yet another bite behind.

"We could do this more often, I know I wouldn't mind."

Sunday

The all so collected man practically loses it when you wrap your legs around his back. You unknowingly push him against you, silently asking for more. "Needy, needy." he teases as breaths in your ear, giving it a soft kiss afterwards.

“Dont you worry, I'm not done with you yet.”

Although his words came out more scary than they should, his action of hiding into your shoulder makes it all seem more pathetic than dominant. His wings flutter as your parted lips let a whine escape.

He groans, burying his cock deep just as it starts to gush, painting your walls white. Your nails dig hard into his scalp.

“That came...rather unexpected.”

Welt

“it won’t fit!” you sob out loud. No way this all will fit inside you, you never took anything, or anything that size. He's bigger than you, this wont fit without tears. But you're determined today, telling him you wanted to fit everything in you.

He trails his fingers up and down your side before one hand snakes down to thumb at your clit while the other large hand clasps your hip. "i'll make it fit, and I'll be careful." he promises, soft as he pleasures you. You expected nothing less of him, he always treated you with more care than any others. He softly rubs your clit as he enters, a way of distracting you from the pain that you will encounter.

"there you go, told you I'd make it fit."

[wolf-feathers12]

Hey, I saw your post about your fears of being percieved as a fandom tourist or a fake fan. Let me tell you one thing first. Fuck all those people that use these works unironically! Seriously, fuck them. Secondly, everbody has a different way of interaction with the material. Some read all the books they can get their fingers on, some only paint, some read articles on the wiki, other listen to podcasts. There is no way that makes one a better or lesser fan. Every way is valid. What is important, is how you interact with other fans. I would call anybody that is like "My interpratation of the lore is the only valid one" a "fake fan", but not because of their existent or non-existent knowledge of the lore or what they do (painting, reading, gaming, etc.) but because of how they treat others. Your headcanons are just as valid as others. And if your interpretation of characters differs from others, that's okay. Just don't act like yours is the only valid one. As long as you respect others you'll be fine. There will always be people with widly different interpretations of the lore. That's the fucking beauty of this HUGE universe. Sure, you should acknowledge that your knowledge is from the lore and how you see some characters might not be "lore-accurate" but again, as long as don't act like it is and don't attack others for their different interpretation, it is fine. Just do you, be a decent person, and have fun. Fuck everybody else who wants to take that fun from you. (And the block button is your best friend. Blocking somebody whose opinion differs wildly from you and you can't deal with it, is the best course of action. I have blocked so many people. Not because they were "bad" but because I just can't deal with their interpretation. And for my peace of mind I just block them. Curate your circle of fandom. Here on tumblr you can do that. Twitter and reddit are a completely different thing and I do know why I avoid them...)

Just observe the golden rule for life: BE A FUCKING DECENT PERSON! 😁

(One little advice though, Lexicanum is a LOT better than the wiki 😉)

Thank you so much. ಥ_ಥ

Y'all are all so kind omg

[kleefkruid]

It's interesting how 'I tought myself how to draw using youtube videos' has created a pretty distinctive style. I don't mean that everyone who was self taught trough the internet draws exactly the same don't get me wrong. But I was walking on the art market trying to see as much as I could of the 85 artists, and from the ones I can pick out as online artists (and they're are of course plenty I must have passed where I didn't have a clue) there were some recognisable elements from a distance that made me go "Ah yes, an artist from the school of the internet"

It's something in the colorscheme people use, and also the general outline of characters. It's like you can recognise the animators for Calarts versus other animators. Because it's not a "lol digital artists can only draw one way" because I can also spot people who got their illustration degree at my uni bc their head teacher had a specific way of filling the entire page that they also adapted.

So yeah, it's not bad, everyone has their influence. I'd just say two things about it which is one, don't draw like that if you think you have too, by which I mean never even open one of those "You're drawing shadows wrong" clickbait videos on youtube. There's no rule like that. But if you're drawing the way you like and that feels natural then you're on the right track! (art uni has bad art teachers you just ignore and the internet does too, but online you don't even have to pretend to listen to get a passing grade, huray!)

Second think I would say, when I was talking about the illustration department at my uni: at one point there was a collective show of everyone who graduated in that department, and I could not see where one artist ended and the others began. In this case it was bc the teacher had gotten too strict (I also had a class with her and hooh boy I ended up making up a parody of her style bc she hated everything and she liked that 💀) There was however one student who had put embroidery trough her paper. I remember that. She's the only one I can distinctly remember bc she had a thing. So if you're drawing in a popular style, try to find your niche. Something you love drawing more, a color you really love.

Saying 'you need to have your own style' can be debillitating to an artist bc there is no unique style to find, you're always a collage of everything you love. But it is good to think, if my work hangs in a line with others, how would my friends pick it out. They're usually better at that too, my loved ones can pick out work of me even if I think it's in a wildly different style. I call it a fingerprint, and it's usually there before you know.

But just, get weird with it. Print out your drawing and put stiches in it like that girl did and scan it in again. Draw upside down. Draw everything in greytones and then add color. Draw some classic painting in a widly different style. Make 5 second sketches of people walking by. It's not the style you use that makes you a better or 'legitimate' artist, but the ways you fuck around. There's nothing wrong with drawing chibi art, but draw it in charcoal sometimes. Or on an elaborate oil painting. Or hell do watch those clickbait youtube video's but follow their advice oppposite and see what funky shit you end up with.

[floofrights]

Hi. As someone who hopes to one day start my own webcomic, I'm fascinated by how your deleted scenes archive features almost complete art that follows a widly different route that that of the final narrative. It's a bit mindblowing to me, honestly.

If I may ask, how does your process work? Do you follow the conventional script -> sketch -> final art workflow and just take "kill your darlings" to heart regardless of which step you're in, or do you use the art itself as part of your writing (and consequently rewriting) process?

My process is very unconventional and also very flawed in a lot of ways. But it's the process that works for me. Sometimes.

(This is gonna be really long by the way and also it's probably gonna be wonky and messy so be warned lol)

When it comes to making a chilli issue, and just most of my comics in general, I don't write scripts. Would making comics be a lot easier if I did? Probably. Certainly. Absolutely. But it's not my process. At some point I'd like to start writing scripts before I work on an issue, but it always just felt easier not to.

Instead of a script, I write a very rough outline in my sketchbook, with notes so illegible only I could read them. I often deviate from these notes as I'm making pages however. Sometimes I'm about to hit a story beat and I decide it can be done in a slightly different way, so I do that instead. But I don't differ too much from these notes. For the most part.

When it comes to dialogue, it's very on the fly. I may have specific character quotes in my head when I'm planning out an issue, but most of it is only written in the moment when I'm actually making the page.

In terms of art, Chilli has a very "simple" style, and that was on purpose. I used to draw final lineart in my webcomics, and I found it very tedious. What I'd often find is I'd like the undersketch of a panel more than the final art. So when I started making Chilli, I just used the undersketch AS the final lineart, and I developed and refined that style as time went on.

When actually making an issue, I start off by figuring out the panel layout of a page. Sometimes this can be edited as I work on a page, but this is where I visualize the panels ahead of time. Once the border is done, I begin to draw the lineart. Sometimes I make a rough undersketch for a panel if it's particularly complicated, but usually I don't do that.

Once the lineart's done, I go back and give a thick outline to all the characters, and any other elements in panel, to make them pop from the background. It also makes it easier to color the page. Because the coloring process in Chilli is so simple, I often just use the paint bucket tool.

Now for dialogue! Again, this is usually only written at this point in the process. Even if I know what HAS to be said, HOW I say it can be tricky to figure out. Once the dialogue's done, I create the speech bubbles, and then boom! Finished page.

On an average day, I can draw four pages of an issue, but this is far from my limit. If i really wanted to, I could make 5-6 pages a day, but my wrist would absolutely not like that lmao.

And so day by day, I work through an issue, four pages at a time, until eventually, I have a finished draft! Does this mean the issue is finished? Nope!

Once a draft is complete, I do a mini "round of edits," where go through and make little changes fit to my liking. This could range from editing dialogue to make it less clunky, to redoing an entire panel. Once this round is finished, I set the issue aside. I don't work on it. I don't even look at it. I need it fresh out of my mind.

Eventually, usually about a couple weeks before it's released, I go through the issue and do an even bigger "round of edits," rewriting even more dialogue and redrawing even more panels. I do at least a few more rounds of edits until I'm finally satisfied, and that's when the issue's released.

Sometimes however, things can go horribly wrong.

Issue 12 was supposed to be a completely different issue. It was supposed to be the start of a new arc, but as I was making the issue, I just found myself unsatisfied and not that confident in the story I was setting up. So I scrapped that attempt halfway through, and instead began work on the issue 12 that would eventually release.

"Red Meat" in particular was a very troubling arc to make. I made probably about 300+ pages for that arc, and I ended up scrapping over a third of that. I did not do a good job at planning out the story for that arc, and it ended up biting me in the ass later when I realized I didn't like where the arc was headed.

Issues 25 & 26 were both drafted at this point, and I didn't like either of them, issue 26 specifically. The problems they had couldn't really be fixed in rounds of edits either, they were fundamental problems. If I wanted to fix them, I'd have to scrap a lot of what I'd already made.

So I did.

I redid a lot of issue 25, and I scrapped that version of issue 26 entirely. It was for the best ultimately, but in the moment it felt very demoralizing having to scrap so many finished pages.

Issue 27 also ended up being way too long (like almost 70 pages) so I had to cut a lot of (finished) pages in that one too to keep the pacing up. I cut out a lot of good stuff from that issue, but it was for the best. Even after those cuts the issue's still tied with issue 12 as the longest chilli issue.

What happened in Red Meat was a worst case scenario though, and going forward, im gonna make sure that something like that never happens again. Because, fuck. It didn't feel good scrapping those finished pages lol.

My process is very messy and slightly taxing, but it's the process I'm familiar with. I would not recommend doing what I do, especially if you've never made a webcomic before, but instead to try and develop your own method that works for you! Different processes work for different people

Thank you for your ask! Good luck on your webcomic journey, wherever it takes ya!

[flowerycoffin]

Not to be that person again, but this HB episode was such a rollercoaster. I watched it only once with my fried and exhausted brain (understanding Millie was so hard for me) and even in that state I can say one thing:

It wasn’t really good :^(

Breath of fresh air in the shape of finally having some nice, actually thought scene is definetly very influencial on overall opinion of mine so I’ll start with this ‘cause I need nice things first- Moxxie and Crimson relationship is like a swing, but portrayal of their past and scenes when they are alone are honestly threatening (with a break for dildo joke; sadly I must say it was also the only good joke in this episode, especially when Moxxie said he doesn’t know anyone liking this kind of things and than Blitz screaming with euphoria). We finally have a tension, villain who you should be scared of, neat story and… oh well, guess Crim is only good alone with his son and at the very end of the episode, because during final battle he does litterally nothing except standing and shouting.

With good things out of the way- can we talk about Millie writting? Whole screentime is just her being berserk or Moxxies wife. She’s just angry pomeranian this whole time and magically unbeatable wonder woman at the end with breaks at being Moxxies support wife. Also her possible character development and backstory are thrown like a rock to the lake, because her ex is also Moxxies ex, but we know only Moxxies backstory with said ex and not her.

Oh, speaking off ex-boyfriend - Chaz is unbearable. He’s just sex-crazy bisexual (Viv, as someone whose main shield is “being bisexual writer” you should know this stereotype about bisexuals is widly spread). It’s his only trait. Oh, and being M&M ex. What kind of a joke is this!?

Also free round - questions I have after watching this and hoping someone will answer:

Why greed ring is just New York or New Orlean stereotype (I live in Southern Europe. This is how NY and NO look according to TV)?

Is Moxxie family some sort of hispanic mafia, but painted red? His mother wears hispanic culture inspired clothing and I heard that kissing in the chick is considered hispanic (although it’s actually widely spread tradition in Europe)?

When will fat Moxxie joke expire?

How does marriage work in Hell? We have catholic priest and or you can have polyamorous marriage or M&M had some sort of divorce papers written behind their backs.

Am I the only one who saw a title and immediately thought about “Ex’s and Oh’s” by Elle King?

What is a chierarchy in Hell? Are shark-people under imps or only certain imps are above others or it depends on the ring or does race doesn’t matter after all?

Overall solid 5/10 for finally delivering me some good villain

[witchyvixie]

WHAT'S THIS?? A drawing from me?? couldn't be !! It's been so long!!

I still don't have my new art tablet but MY OLD ONE'S WORKING AGAIN!! I jumped right into drawing a new OC that's been bouncing around my brain for the last few weeks.

Say hello to Avlo, yet another Companion Spirit like Magni!!

(Interest check: maybe a sideblog abt companion spirits?? including character asks for all the spirits I make ?? maybe??)

VV For anyone interested, some info about Avlo !! VV

Avlo is a Companion Spirit, a being brought into existence by a powerful mage in order to fulfill some purpose. The attributes and abilities of these spirits can vary widly depending on the summoner, and what their intended purpose is.

The circumstances of Avlo's creation are currently unknown. According to her, she was created for companionship. She is free-roaming, meaning she chooses who to bond with rather than being attached to a specific creature.

Avlo is strangely corporeal for a Companion Spirit. She has weight to her, and cannot float in the way others of her kind can. She's not bound by gravity per se, but she must be "grounded" by something. She tends to wrap her tail-side around objects and people while the rest of her floats free.

Avlo is extremely curious, and finds the behaviors of other creatures bizarre and perplexing. "Why are you doing that?" Is her most frequently asked question. Singing and songwriting is the hardest concept for her to understand. She tries to repeat melodies in an effort to understand why creatures sing, but so far has been unsuccessful.

Avlo loves warmth and fire. She does not produce her own body heat, so she seeks warmth wherever she can find it. She greatly enjoys snuggling with warm-blooded creatures.

Unlike most Companion Spirits, Avlo is able to sleep, and does so quite often.

Avlo's name can be pronounced several different ways, and in fact she prefers that you use all of them. Her name can be pronounced Av-lō, Äv-lō & Āv-lō

Avlo has a French accent.

Avlo speaks in semi-broken English because, according to her, she "Likes it better that way."

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Drawn in MediBang Paint Pro

Character design belongs to me.

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[videcoeur]

The darkest of the night

You have been good, you have been right. For the most part in the last 5 sweeps, you’ve been behaving pretty fairly. Your outbursts even reduced to almost non-existence and the very few times you awakened, you didn’t gore out the locals too much. Sure, there have been a few accidents here and there, but again, for the most part, you didn’t rise suspicion onto your cult. The good thing is that you hadn’t actually harmed a seadweller in a long time. The last time you did your church was under investigation for a while- the murder of a higher blooded troll was always a pain to deal with. Legislacerators left and right, their dirty heretics feet tampering with the holy ground at the edge of your city. 

Tonight was different. You could feel it in the way your muscles shifted. When you went to sleep earlier that day, you suffered phantom pains in your missing limb. You knew what was going to happen. You never remembered what happened in one of those righteous moments, but you do know from the blood caking under your nails that you were quite the pious motherfuckers and that heretics blood was spilled.

You never really worried about the consequences because it seemed like your alter was smart enough not to attack your kin. You believe that maybe, just maybe, it’s the Mirthful Messiah working through you to get rid of the Tainted. You never questioned but you never voiced that thought aloud either. You think that it would be disrespectful to believe yourself an equal to The Grand Highblood, but your pusher does feel a little pride knowing that you were a little different than your brothers, in His Great Messiah’s sight. Otherwise, why would he have granted you such power? Why would he have made you an Archbishop, only third in rank after the Grand Highblood?

You had to be someone important in His eyes to have risen so far, so high. So, it’s with pride that you closed your eyes, and zealousness that you reopened them a few hours later, at the break of dusk. There was an undeniable gleam into your beautiful purple eyes and an unparalleled wickedness to the edge of your grin. All tooth and smile, you greeted your followers before making your way out of your territory. Maybe you’d go into the city and paint a mural in His name somewhere in an alley. You just needed to let Him guide your steps, find the tainted, the heretic, the one who had you rising up with such conviction. After all, there had to be someone to cleanse, if the Messiah had you in this state.

Licking your painted lips, the taste of wax and makeup stained your tongue. You breathe in slowly, turn your crazed gaze to the night sky and grinned. Grinned so widly and so eerily that if someone came by, they’d wonder if you’d split your pan somewhere.

You think, maybe, you’d like to stay there and stare at the night sky some more, but then there’s a loud jackass coming your way. Once you set your gaze on him, you seal your lips in a thin line and stretch them exaggeratedly to try and contain your smile. 

“How blessed is the follower that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. 

But his delight is in the law of the MESSIAH; and in his law doth he meditate EVERY NIGHT.

And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. 

The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away. 

Therefore the ungodly shall not stand, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous. 

For the MESSIAH knoweth the way of the righteous: but the ungodly SHALL PERISH.”

You whisper in the name of your messiah. You found Him. He is in every fibers and cells that animates your body and they move toward His desire, the taste of slaughter ever so present in the back of your throat.

There shall be No Mercy for the abandoned children.

@satsuisquad

[mondeskinder]

The Choice - Min Yoongi Fanfiction

Chapter 9 Y/N POV Leave. Somewhere. Anywhere. Just away. Away from him. My mind only spitting out fractions of thoughts, I walked along the corridor, slowly, knowing he wouldn’t run after me. The steady repitition of my feet scuffing across the linolium floor only reached my ears as a dull sound, inferior to the feeling of hot tears running down my cheeks. No sobbing, no unsteady breathing, just simple numbness contradicting the pungent pain in my chest. A shaky hand pressing down the metal handle, icy wind welcomed me on the rooftop, piercing tiny needles into my exposed skin. I didn’t even flinch. Letting the door fall into it’s lock behind me, my legs guided me towards the railing to lean across the building’s edge. Dark clouds covered the usually clear sky, rarely allowing a few matte stars or sometimes a crescend moon to peak through the few holes ripped into the dark grey carpet. I let the air blow through my hair and dry my cheeks, hoping it would somehow brush off the agony as well. He never really cared about you in the first place. You were an inspiration, a muse.. A tool for him to use. “Y/N!” His scream sounded distant, yet it still ripped me out of my thoughts. My gaze fell onto the street deep below me, watching him desperately running around, to one side of the building and - after a few hasty glances around the corner - back to the other side. He continued like this, causing me to shake my head. “Do you really think I’m so slow you would still find me around here by now? If you’re gonna search at least choose a road to follow, you jerk”, I mumbled to myself. Stopping in front of BigHit’s entrance again, completely out of breath, he heedlessly searched around in the pockets of his jacket, ultimately pulling out his phone. “Oh what now, will you call Namjoon to help you out again? C'mon, he deserves some sleep.” To my surprise it was my own smartphone going off, the squeaky ringtone cutting through any traffic noises. His squint irritatedly followed the sound, my widened eyes met his before he stormed back into the building. “Aish*..”, I whined in regret while quickly declining his call. “Y/N, mute your phone! At least put it on vibration!” I hit my own forehead several times. “Idiot!”

YOONGI POV I pushed the door open without any hesitation, stumbling onto the rooftop with a widly pounding heart only to see her still enjoying the view, seemingly relaxed, her back facing me. “Y/N, please”, still short on breath, I had to force the words out of my mouth as my tired legs jogged closer towards her. “Let’s talk.” “Sure.” I tried to find any trace of empathy, but she didn’t even turn around nor look at me when I appeared next to her; and even though her tone was not repellent, it had a scary apathy to it. “Y/N, please listen to me. You really mean a lot to me but this is very important for my debut so-” “Do you see all of these neon lights?” Too startled about her sudden interruption to actually answer, I eyed her in disbelief, blinking a few times to make sure I didn’t just imagine it. “All of these neon lamps replacing the natural light to make the city glow in all these different, pretty, fake colours in order to uphold the illusion that this place is actually beautiful. It’s pitiful so many people still fall for this.” “Y/N..” “Don’t say my name ever again.” “..What?” “You heard me.” No words I could’ve spoken came into my mind, instead I just stood there, baffled, observing her who was still not acknowledging my existence. My hand reached out to her, carefully, almost as if I had to prove to myself that she was the real Y/N and not just a vivid hallucination; she backed away before I was able to touch her. “What the hell are you doing?” “I’m sorry.” “No you’re not. One needs to know what they did wrong to feel sorry.” Again, silence spread out between the both of us; a silence made out of glass, a clear wall that I wanted to break so desperately, a barrier seperating what was once us. “I love you.” She let out a snort. “You’re being ridiculous.” “I’m being serious!” Frustrated about hee disbelief, I took a step closer towards her only to recieve a glare as she finally faced me directly. “No, Yoongi, I’m being serious. You don’t love me, you never did. You love your work. You love music.” As the sentences escaped her lips in a dreary tone, her eyes began to glisten as tears gathered inside them. “I wrote songs about you.” A small smile briefly lifted up the corners of her mouth for just a second, before vanishing off her face again. “That’s right. You wrote songs about me. Not for me.” Her gaze met mine for a brief moment, an unknown gleam to it before drifting off, staring into undefined distance. “I was always aware of it, you know. At first I tried to ignore it, then I told myself it would change over time, but I’ve come to realize I won’t ever be able to be even equally as important as work. I’m simply not enough. Every time, every single god damn time, work and producing came first. And second. And third. And ever since you decided to ignore my texts for the first time, not even caring enough to answer something just to calm my worries, ever since then I knew.. Do you remember that time on the rooftop? It would’ve been my first ‘I love you’ but your phone cut me off. Work has always been and will always be your priority. And like the magazine said, you’ll never let anything or anyone get between you and your music.” “I never-” “No, I understand. But I can’t live like this.” “Y/N no..” My fingers desperately clung onto her wrist. “Don’t do this to me.” “I’m only doing you a favour, removing the last impediment between you and the thing you love, truly.” I tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat. “Do you even know how much you mean to me?” She let out a small laugh, wisely scanning my figure, like she knew something I didn’t. “Do you even know what day it is?” I frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?” “It’s our 6 months anniversary, Yoongi.” The surprise caused me to loosen my grip and therefore allowing her to carefully withdraw her arm. “R-Really?” A disappointed sigh left her mouth in a tiny cloud. “Yes.. I mean, it would’ve been. I guess we didn’t get that far. I’m sorry. Goodbye, Min Yoongi.” Quickly wiping away the tears, she turned away from me, who was unable to prevent the inevitable. Fleeting steps brought her closer towards the exit. Three steps. The way she causes butterflies in my stomach. The way she makes my heart race. The way she paints my life in the prettiest colors. Four steps. The way she smells like comfort, like cuddles, like home. The way she keeps me sane. The way she cares. Five steps. The way I care.

“What do I have to do?” She hesitated. “What do I have to do? To prove you wrong, to show you that I love you. To make you believe me.” A glance over her shoulder. “Don’t make me do that.” My feet subconsciously guided me closer towards her, I only realized my movement when I was able to take her hand. She span around bewildered, her puzzled state opposing my calmness. “I want to know. Tell me.” “Choose.” “What?” “Me or music? Make your choice.”

NOW IT’S YOUR CHOICE: Music | Y/N ___________________________________ *Aish is a korean expression that resembles “shit” ect.

[cutegirlmayra]

I wanna say I'm such a huge fan of your stories and prompts! They give me life

I shall endeavor to do my best! :Db

Prompt:

Sonic was simply lounging on a rooftop, yawning.

He lifted a hand up and wiggled a pinkie finger into his ear, scratching within it, before blinking his eyes open and looked up.

“..Huh?” For some reason, it was too long of a nap for him…

He looked to the side.

Usually… Eggman would come along, Amy would find and jump him, or something or someone would come along and whisk him off to an adventure.

If he didn’t fall headfirst into one, that is.

He slowly got up, before jumping rapidly into a ball and letting his ball roll down the roof, hit the gutter, and roll down that until shoving his ball-form deeper into it as the pipe morphed to his shape and spat him out like a spit-wad.

He unrolled and stretched as his feet formed the typical ‘8′ formation, and began smacking his lips to snap out of the sleepy-spell.

A submarine’s googles popped out a nearby lake, watching the blue blur speed past, as the eyes blinked before Vector took his head out of the elongated set of binoculars.

“He’s awake! Dang it! I was sure he’d sleep all day!”

“But he’s Sonic! How else could be get rid of all that energy?” Charmy was behind him, since they were all squished in the submarine. He gestured a hand up as Espio looked claustrophobic.

“Could anyone relate to me the simple idea of why we choose to spy on him through a submarine?” He tried to sound calm, but you could tell he was slightly annoyed.

Vector and Charmy looked to him, as if thinking about that before sweat dropping…

“It was on rental!” Vector hollered in defense.

“A free-trail period!” Charmy happily pointed a finger up, as if giving another good reason.

“How could we resist?” Vector, matter-of-factly, shrugged as much as he could in the small space before piloting the course off into the distance.

Sonic continued to ran before a fruit fell on his face.

“Wah!” he slid a little but still fell flat on his face, slowly putting one hand in front of the other to get his head elevated off the dirt.

He shook his head and picked the fruit up, looking confused, and then around at the trees.

“..Strange. None of these are fruit trees.” he blinked, looking completely oblivious as Charmy hid behind the trunk of a large tree, shaking nervously as his lips formed a swiggly line as he sweat profusely.

It was a scary form of hide-and-distract!

Espio, turning invisible, had some other fruits too.

‘We need to keep him off this trail…’ he strategized in his mind before moving into a bush, causing it to russle.

“Huh?” Sonic narrowed his eyes at the sound, and quickly dashed over to it.

Holding the fruit, he put his hands on his hips and leaned down, trying to examine the strange bush.

It kept shaking…

He raised an eyebrow, seeing it didn’t seem like a threat, and lifted his foot to lightly tap to check for boobytraps.

When nothing happened, he parted the bush and looked around.

Nothing…

He shrugged, before eating the fruit and tossing it behind him.

Within the bush, you could hear a ‘Ow!’ as Sonic pivoted to the noise.

“What the..?”

“OOhh! Help me! Heelllp meee!”

Sonic heard a strange woman’s voice, and quickly took off to where it sounded.

“What’s wrong, miss…?” Sonic looked up at a very ugly,.. “-Alligator?”.

“Crocodile! Ehem.” Vector coughed, making his voice high again, and fanning a fan over himself to hide his poorly done makeup.

“My baby seems stuck in that awful tree!”

He pointed to a spray-painted green Charmy, who had a cardboard costume of a crocodile and shook his fake tail, putting a hand over his fake muzzle and shouting out, “Whhaa! Whhaa!!”

“Huh? How’d he get up there?”

“Crocodiles..uh… climb trees when they’re young… heh…heh.” Vector sweated, causing some makeup to get messy…

Sonic shrugged, and scaled the tree, grabbing Charmy and then rushing down, having Vector take him in one fell swoop.

“Ah! My baby! Don’t you ever stray from me AGAIN!” Vector turned and looked to Sonic, kissing his cheek as a sign of thank you as Sonic shivered from the experience and watched as the … mother walked off.

“Strange day…” he scratched the back of his head, before zipping off. “Strange that I haven’t seen any of my friends yet… where is everyone?”

Vector spat out and started wiping his mouth and pulling out his tongue to scrape it.

“Yuck! I can’t believe you did that! Hahah! You kissed Sonic~ You kissed Sonic!~ Hahah!” Charmy rolled back and forth on his curved spine and mocked Vector, as he glared and started shouting at him.

“I was in character! That’s more than YOU can say! Cry baby!”

The two started mini-fighting.

“Who are you calling a cry baby, big lips!”

“Both of you! Stop it!” Espio appeared and pulled the two apart, closing his eyes to keep relatively a calm demeanor, but was failing at it…

“If we don’t do something now, the whole plan will be ruined!”

“What ruined plan?”

The three jolted in their spots, before slowly looking up to a tree branch, freaking out as they realized Sonic was laying on a branch, one hand up to hold up his head and a leg up for style.

“I figured no woman could be that ugly and forward about it.” Sonic winked to Vector.

Vector was so embarrassed that it came out as rage, jumping up and shaking a fist at Sonic and shouting out random lines of insults and defenses, making Sonic close his eyes and tilt his head, grinning widly in delight at his reaction.

He then looked to Charmy and Espio. “What’s going on? Someone hire you to keep me put?”

“Uh.. T-that’s classified.” Espio quickly put two fingers up like a ninja in front of his face, ducking his head and closing his eyes, as if trying to mask his emotions… but he twitched his eyebrow and still sweat in panic…

“W-we’ll never talk!” Charmy flew up and flailed defiantly, as Sonic smiled as any friend would and shrugged.

“Oh well. But I warn you. I’m not easily distracted~” as if declaring a dare, he smirked and took off.

The three shot up and worriedly, in a frenzy, went after him.

After a billion failed attempts that Sonic enjoyed immensely of keeping him distracted or at least keeping up with him, the three were exhausted by the time Sonic had finally stopped for them.

“Give up yet?” he folded his arms, looming over their exhausted, flattened, and overlapping dog-pile bodies with a look of triumphant on his face.

“Alright. We give.” Vector admitted, as Charmy continued, hanging off Espio’s body, who was laying with his back on top of Vector, on his belly.

“Amy hired us… she’s in the east Green Meadow Zone…” Charmy panted, then whined out as he dipped his head.

“W-…We didn’t necessarily fail..” Espio tried to comfort his team. “After all, he is late now.”

“Ah!” Vector thrust himself up, causing the two to roll off of him. “That’s right! We did succeed! Haha! We did it! He’s late!” Vector outstretched his arms up in belated victory.

“..Huh? Late?” Sonic was now highly interested, “What’s this all about? Spill already!” He looked a little annoyed he was so out of the loop. (pun intended)

“Right this way~” Vector zipped up and marched happily with his hand gesturing to the area.

The two also followed, but drooped their shoulders forward and sighed, wearily. Charmy’s little wings still flapped to keep him hovering up and down in the air, poor thing..~

Finally, as they entered the meadow, a huge table and decorations were set up, but no one was there.

Sonic spread out himself and looked amazed, “What..?”

“SURPRISE!” Many friends popped out and had typical party items before the music was formed through technologically forming from a square box.

It boomed as everyone gathered around Sonic.

“H-hey… Is this a party?”

He nervously looked around, a little startled.

Vector, Espio, and Charmy sneaked away as Amy handed them their due rewards and the three danced and sprayed the money around, before quickly ducking down and gathering it up as soon as possible. Taking wind into consideration…

Amy approached Sonic as the crowd stepped away to let her through, “I threw this party to celebrate the first time I met you, Sonic! I hired Team Chaotix and asked all your friends to come! Because it was by meeting you I was able to meet them! And with one friendship made…” she took his hand and pulled him into the center of the crowd. “Many more are formed!” she threw her arms up, as the crowd cheered for Sonic, and lifted him up in a type of mosh-pit, and threw him up and down.

He felt uncomfortable, before seeing her sweet smile and returning it.

He pumped his fists up, “Then let’s party! Friends and all!”

“Yeeeahhh!!”

They danced around each other before Amy admitted she threw in a slow song, and although it took some friendly shoving…

Sonic danced with Vector. (JK!) He totally had a slow dance with Amy~ To thank her, obviously, haha! Why else would he? right? G-gotta go! (sonic channel tag tease reference, lol!)

(LOL, I can’t get over what Vector did either XD Such a method actor!)