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vividraft · 2 months ago

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non-working makeup wipes

⇢ ˗ˏˋ gn!reader x xiao

⇢ ˗ˏˋ summary: you were supposed to do xiaos makeup, but the closeness left xiao a little too flustered

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important notes: this is a repost from my old account (@/rainstops)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: this is probably one of my oldest posts ever, since its also from my old wattpad account, so the formatting and writing and wording is all veeerrryyy weird...

old post masterlist tba !

The theater club was playing a traditional play at a school festival for the first time ever. The preparations were going great and still, the director of the club was stressing all the members of the club.

You weren't a part of the club, but you were close friends with the person who played the main role - Yun Jin. You were just supposed to hold a speech for the audience right before the play, and you were sitting outside, behind the school building, trying to remember your text, but Yun Jin was texting you the whole time, telling you about how annoying the director was and so on. You still had about an hour left before the play and the whole festival in general, started but your school was already filling with people. Thinking about having to hold a speech in front of all these people, was making you incredibly nervous.

But you knew you weren't the only nervous person here.

You gave that a thought. Everyone was stressed and nervous. Especially the people that were supposed to go on stage in an hour. All the people you heard from today were nervous. Especially your friend Lisa, who has spent the last two nights sleepless, trying to improve her make up skills since she was the one who was supposed to do everyone's make up for the traditional play. And everyone had to wear makeup for this play. You tried telling her to go to sleep because it could also interfere with her way of doing make up, but she refused to.

You had to smile thinking about it. It was incredible since she was usually the sleepiest person alive. You were seriously worried that she was going to fall asleep while doing make up too.

Suddenly you got a call. It was Yun Jin.

„Yun Jin you know I'm busy with my text-„,you tried to explain.

„Y/N it's an emergency! Lisa fell asleep and we can't wake her!! How can she fall asleep during her break! And me and Xiao still didn't get out makeup done", she cut you off.

„But what am I supposed to do about it?!", you asked.

„Y/N I know that Lisa told you all about how to do this traditional make up style. We can provide you with pictures and everything but please! You have to help us finish the makeup look!! Our director is going crazy!", she shouted into the phone.

„But Yun-„, you tried to argue but she cut you off again.

„No Y/N please come now!", Yun Jin exclaimed and hung up.

Guess you had no other option than to take a look at the problem.

You arrived backstage with a worried looking Yun Jin, a thrice as stressed director as you imagined, and a pretty calm but still annoyed looking Xiao.

„Okay, I'm here", You said.

„Thank god Y/N! Here's the makeup, please just do this, we have about 40 minutes left only!", Yun Jin acknowledged and pushed you into a chair next to a bunch of makeup, as she sat down in front of you.

She knew exactly how to do the make up too, since she's watched Lisa do it for the past 30 minutes. She moved her head accordingly to where it had to be for the next step of applying the makeup. She also reminded you what to do when you forgot a thing or two. The most part of the make up was about the eyes. There was barely any blush or lipstick in the make up style. Yun Jin cooperated really well and you were able to finish the make up quite fast. Xiao was now the only one without the needed makeup. He sat down in front of you, and you immediately started giving his eyes the main color. The eyeshadow was easy to do and to blend out, but your biggest struggle has always been eyeliner. Yun Jin's eyeliner looked quite good so you figured it shouldn't be too hard on Xiao's eyes either. That would've been the case if he hadn't turned his head half away.

„Xiao can you look at me please?", you asked.

He didn't give your wanted reaction though. He only looked at you with his yellow eyes. Not turning his head whatsoever.

You sighed, knowing that there's almost no time left, and you still had to finish this, so you just took his chin between your thumb and index finger, and turned his head towards you. You didn't notice it at first, but his cheeks turned red. Redder than they were supposed to be. After you finished applying his eyeliner, you noticed it.

„Oh your cheeks are quite red... did I apply too much blush...?", you considered while Xiao's eyes were closed and brows were furrowed.

„I'm just gonna wipe it off with a makeup wipe", you added, still holding his chin.

You took a makeup wipe and tried wiping the blush off Xiao's face. That didn't work.

„Weird... it's not coming off. Shit what do I do the play is about to start in 15 minutes... uhhh"

Xiao suddenly took your wrist and removed your hand from his chin. He turned his head away. That's when you noticed that the „blush" was slowly „coming off".

You obviously realized why his face was so red a minute ago.

„So it wasn't make up...", you stated and also had a light pink touch on your face.

„Well then your makeup should be done..!", you added and got up. You were ashamed since you tried rubbing off the natural redness off Xiao's face. You went to talk to Yun Jin. Who witnessed the whole thing with a smug smile on her face.

„Wipe that smile off your face or..."

„Or what? You're gonna wipe it off with a makeup wipe?", Yun Jin teased while your face turned visibly red. She knew that you had a „little" crush on Xiao for a while now.

„Cut it Yun Jin! I need to read my text one more time... the show's gonna in 10 minutes...", you turned away and walked off.

You held your speech and watched the play from the back. Still on your mind what happened right before all this...

After the play you hugged Yun Jin telling her how great she was playing the lead role and everything.

„You were awesome!! How are you so good at this!", You cheered.

„Thank you Y/N!", Yun Jin hugged you back.

„Wanna go get something to drink? I heard the cafeteria has something new only for this festival!", you requested.

„Oh my yes of course!... but first I think you should talk to a certain someone...", Yun Jin smirked.

„Yun Jin look if this about what happened before the play then-„, Yun Jin just shook her head and gave you a sign to turn around. You raised an eyebrow but didn't question it any further.

And there was Xiao, standing right behind you.

„Oh! Uh xiao what's-?",

„Meet in the cafeteria in an hour", was all he replied, before walking past you leaving you standing there with your mouth open speechless.

#! vivis drafts #xiao x reader #xiao genshin impact #xiao genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic

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stagehunt · 7 months ago

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AUTHOR PORTRAIT ...

get to know the author behind the blog! repost, don't reblog.

Basics

NAME: vos AGE: 23 PRONOUNS: they/them YEARS OF WRITING: that definitely depends on what you classify as writing but i discovered rp as a concept in 2010 which was probably just a bit after i got into writing little short stories and things as a kid. i was writing them by hand in a little notepad that somebody in my family handed over to a school teacher, extremely mortifying ordeal to me at the time lmfao

Reflection

WHY DID YOU PICK UP WRITING? i’m pretty sure i first started by writing shitty warrior cats fanfics actually, and i didn’t know that fics or fandom in general was even a thing at the time so u could say i was destined for this sort of brainrot fgdjkh little nine year old me also encountered rp for the first time by searching for warrior cats flash games (i guess?? idk what i actually thought i’d find) and instead wound up on some random webpage with a chatbox. moved on from there to writing awful, horrible (but very fun) naruto oc’s on a website that i think was called chatango some years later, dabbled a little on imvu, and started writing on tumblr around 2015 iirc

DO YOU HAVE ANY WRITING ROUTINES? i wouldn’t say so? sometimes i’ll listen to like… instrumental interludes from certain albums or smth that i won’t enjoy too much because i find music very distracting, not just for writing but in general, and sitting in silence is a weird feeling to me too. when it comes to other things i need a podcast or video essay or something similar to be at all productive but it’s hard to focus on writing with someone yapping in your ear. i used to save writing for nights even when i have free time throughout the day, because i tend to feel bad about sitting at a computer screen all day, but with my activity in its current state i have to sit down and get it out the moment inspiration and energy align themselves for me.

WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE PART ABOUT WRITING? sorry to steal your answer but i def have to agree with what layla said re the community aspect of rp actually. it’s so nice to be able to just click with someone over a shared (sometimes niche) interest and love for certain medias/characters/dynamics/genres etc. the feeling of finding someone who shares your vision. and also stemming from the same thing, i’ve always felt that my favorite and most “solid” muses are the ones that i’ve gotten the chance to develop alongside another through plotting. love shared canon, love affiliated oc’s, love group verses. allllll that good stuff.

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING. gonna break the format we’re following here because i have to ramble and idk how to break all this into three titles, so obviously being succinct isn’t one of the answers here kfdjghd

i always try to capture a different flow and style (???) of prose depending on who i’m writing, and i’m never sure if that really comes through for others or if i just seem inconsistent, but whenever i look back at old blogs i can see it for myself and that at least keeps me content :) i want to read my writing back and feel that it has character outside of just the spoken dialogue.

i like to spend a lot of time with a piece of writing, which realistically is not to my benefit in terms of activity, but i do just really enjoy drafting and redrafting, rearranging, nitpicking at everything until it’s as close to being what i want to be as i can get it. so that’s more about the writing process than the writing itself, but i think it’s still important to allow myself to have fun with it fkjghd

pulling a blank on a third thing bc this is actually a really difficult question but i’ll come back and edit it later if something pops into my head kfjgdh

A question for the next person

HAVE YOU MADE ANY STRONG CONNECTIONS / FRIENDS DURING YOUR TIME WRITING? for sure. one of my dearest friends in this world is not a writer but someone who i met as a mutual friend of my first rp partner. i’m not really in touch with that person who introduced us anymore but i simply couldn’t live without my bestie and i consider writing the only reason we really met and she gets to kinda "beta" some of the things i do write dfkgjhd i’ve also traveled to the states a couple of times in my teens to meet a rp buddy who i’ve known since i was around ,, twelve or so i believe.

wouldn’t be right not to shout out @ohchosen here either because i was very close to leaving tumblr (and also probably rp) for good when we became friends, and writing/plotting tmkz together has been one of the best experiences i’ve ever had on this website, where friends and mutuals tend to come and go. you never did. you’re probs the funniest person i’ve ever spoken to, craft the most beautifully written responses imaginable, you put a world of effort into developing your muses and you let me derail every single one of conversations to talk about music instead gfjhdg sorry i’m so mean to you. ily a lot.

there’s also a handful of mutuals who i don’t necessarily talk or interact with very much anymore but have been around for years at this point and i have fond memories with too. always so so so glad to see you pop up on the dash, it makes me smile every time so i’ll use this as an opportunity to wave at you, you know who you are <3

NEW QUESTION: where do you draw the most inspiration from when writing? music, other medias, ur fave author, a dream you once had etc.

tagged by @oneireth tysm <3 tagging val take my love letter as ur tag, also hi @heliador @loetise @tiderider @yeonban @pearlcure @deathsmaidens @sungracd !!!!!

#this shouldn't have taken so long to do . i'm nothing if not a yap #sorry if you've already been tagged i haven't been perceiving the dash too much lately 😭#❝ 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 ♤*´. ── dash game.

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minionresearch · 1 year ago

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i appreciate the reblogging old posts but i am curious about the state of the minion meme economy 8 years on from 2015... is it still going? are new memes getting made, or are people just reposting ancient ones? is there even a market for them anymore, have the facebook moms moved onto something else?

Nice to hear you appreciate the old posts!

The short answer is that Minion memes are a rarer occurrence nowadays and I'd be surprised if people were still making new ones. I touched on this briefly a little while ago: ask

Essentially, they're outdated. Even if we could find a way to get Minion memes into video format or something, the ephemeral nature of memes today means it wouldn't have the same cultural impact.

Sometimes I stumble upon new stuff, but most of it has been lost because the pages closed down, so I can't even go back through old Facebook posts. Much of the content on this blog is one of the few, if not the only, remaining record of their existence.

Now, I think minionresearch is more about looking back on a small piece of weird internet culture. (And being silly)

#ask #minion research #Thanks for the question!

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hellfirenacht · 1 year ago

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Reader ==> Join a Cult?

Isekai Chronicles Master List

FIRST CHAPTER HERE >> START HERE <<FIRST CHAPTER

Chapter Summary: Summery: You're kind of weird, even for the freaks of Hawkins. Explain yourself.

Notes: This is reposted for formatting issues.

How the Hellfire club was allowed to light real candles in the prop department was a mystery to you, one that was clearly not OSHA compliant. It was stuffy in the room, the air a bit stale with the lack of proper windows or ventilation but no one else seemed bothered by that. Around you, everyone was talking and chatting with each other while Eddie finished setting up the table.

He was picky about where everything went, you’d noticed. Eddie was lost in his own world as he consulted his notes, as well as Zack’s notes. You were starting to like Zack, he was the one who would often bring snacks and take notes of everything that Eddie would say during these sessions. Like everyone in Hellfire, he was intense but you were growing used to that.

As you set your own stuff down by your chair, you caught Gareth's eye, and once again he seemed less than thrilled by your presence. You had no idea what his problem was, as you’d barely spoken to him in the few sessions that you had been with Hellfire.

“What’s up?” you asked, meeting his eyes. If he was going to stare, he may as well speak.

He shook his head and looked away.

“Okay, good talk.” you said to yourself. “Let’s do that again soon.”

Dustin dropped down in the seat next to you, pulling out his own character sheet and pencil. He turned to you and handed over a sheet of paper with a few paragraphs scribbled on it in messy, barely legible handwriting.

“I was thinking about what you said with how your old group played D&D.” He said as you took the paper. “So I thought about my own character and I also came up with a backstory for him.”

Your eyes lit up at that and you immediately looked over it. It wasn’t very in depth, but it was something. His character was a bard, the same class as you, with an ambiguous backstory where his bard was either already mad or just very good at pretending to be mad. It honestly fit in so well with the idea of a Cult worshiping a litch. Even just a few small paragraphs of backstory made your heart swell and for a moment you felt like you were back at home.

“I based him kind of on Murdock from the A-Team.” Dustin explained.

“Who?” You asked before even realizing about what you just said.

“What do you mean ‘who’?” Ah, so Gareth WOULD speak to you now, when you had asked a stupid question. “Matt Murdock form The A-Team? You don’t know who that is?”

Even this seemed to catch Eddie’s attention and all eyes were on you now. Dustin’s face was panic stricken, and he quickly looked at Mike for help as you scrambled to find an explanation on why you never seemed to have the best knowledge of pop culture around you.

It’s not like you were completely clueless. You’d grown up with bits and pieces of the 80’s, but you were from a very long time from that. You knew about cultural touchstones, but the details of news, media, stars, and shows were outside of your wheelhouse.

“I- well that’s because....” you trailed off.

“She was home-schooled!” Dustin finally blurted out.

You stared at him for a moment. Dustin Henderson was a goddamn genius. He’d just handed you the answer to most of your problems on a silver platter.

Your shoulders relaxed and you did your best to look sheepish. “Alright, I guess the secret’s out. Yeah, I was home-schooled and wasn’t always allowed to watch tv or anything. Crazy religious parents and all that.”

“So you had weird religious parents, but you still played D&D?” Gareth asked, looking skeptical.

“I never said they knew I played. I just said that I played.” you said, fidgeting with your mini-fig. “Once I turned 18, I was able to get away from home. So, there you go. There’s the big damn secret as to why I’m so weird.”

Eddie reached over and took your figure from you, setting it where it was supposed to go on the table. “So you snuck around your parents to play D&D?” There was an excited glint in his eyes that made your stomach twist. “Even with all the satanic panic bullshit that’s being fed to everyone?”

“Well, you see I was really looking forward to actually summoning demons and being possessed by the devil, but when I realized it was just a bunch of weirdos rolling dice to play make-believe I figured that was fine too.” Your joke was met with the sound of laughter at the table and Eddie’s grin widened.

“You’re a real freak, you know that?” he asked. There was no higher compliment paid to you in the time that you had spent in this world.

“I had my suspicions for a while.” you said. “I like this cult better though. Weirdly enough, you all are the least terrifying people in this town.”

“You were in a cult before?” Jeff asked.

Mike and Dustin were giving you the ‘hey, you should shut up and keep it vague’ look. However, you were you, and shutting the fuck up was not really your strong suit.

“I was home-schooled. Most people who were home-schooled are in some sort of religious cult.” You explained. “At least, in my home town they were. Can’t really say anything about other places. But yeah, just because it was vaguely Christian doesn’t mean it wasn’t a cult. I don’t like to get into it too much.” You somehow managed to cut yourself off before you started making up random rituals for your time ‘home-schooled’.

At least this way, any gaps in your knowledge of this world could be easily explained away. Don’t know an actor? Home-schooled. Have weird expressions? Home-schooled. Something you DID know? Teenage rebellion and escaping the cult.

You’d have to find a way to thank Dustin later.

“No wonder you’re so weird.” Gareth muttered.

“Yup, that tracks. Now are we gonna sit here and let me trauma dump about my tragic backstory, or are we going to infiltrate a cult? I came here to roll dice, and dammit I’m gonna roll dice today.” You slammed your pack of dice on the table.

Satisfied, Eddie fell back on his throne, and there was a shift in the energy in the room as all eyes fell to him. In an instant he went from being Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson, to Dungeon Master. Suddenly the stuffy room wasn't as uncomfortable, and the candles lit around the room seemed less concerning. How Eddie was able to command the table so easily was beyond you. For the next few hours, everything faded away; Hawkins, work, papers- none of that mattered now.

It was just you, your dice and your party. And for now, that was enough.

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#nacht fic #eddie munson x reader

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meowsticmarvels · 2 years ago

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hello mcsm community. this is a repost of a long ass twitter thread i made so i apologize in advance if its formatted weird (and sort of disorganized). but heres some of my Thoughts and analysis on radar. i have much more to say than just this of course but HERE WE GO! radar insaneposting tumblr edition. long post incoming (i worked very hard on this)

ANYWAYS!

- he idolizes the new order and puts them on a pedestal above himself a bit. i mean from some dialogue it's clear he doesn't have the highest opinion of himself but he treats the new order smiliarly to how they felt about the old order in thw wither storm arc

- i have mentioned this several times but the "prison radar" thing definitely comes across to me as him trying to overcompensate (and mimic those he sees as "strong" like petra and jack) sort of. like if you contextualise it with how a lot of the characters called him weak an episode prior and it definitely seemed to have an impact on him its like. yeah. especially being thrown into a situation like w/ the sunshine institute and the whole iron breathtaker thing that has Got to fuck you up. idk i jusy see a lot of people take that at face value like "oh look he's being silly" when it comes across to me as more like insecurity ig?

- hes so autism its unreal

but yeah the whole thing kinda fucks him up

ig the only thing thay kinda bothers me is that arc doesnt feel finished. and also jesse can ENCOURAGW him to act like someone hes not??? OH AND. id like to point out this thing also involves him trying to break his own strict patterns which is p interesting to me. by this i mean the "disregard my bedtime! break whatever rules I feel like! within reason!" he seems to feel that in order to become stronf he has to be like. less caring of the rules w/e but the "within reason" line and the fact that he dislikes things being disorganized still is like. he doesnt Want to act like this. he doesnt seem to like thag but he feels iys the only way he can be strong and adapt to such a lifethreatening situation (to act like someone he clearly isnt)

another point id like to make is his relationship with Stella. it isnt really explored past this one scene in episode 2 of s2 but god there's a lot to unpack here

"you'll never change" - has stella... always been like this? even when radar worked under her (which HAS to be at least a year before s2 bc apparently he's been working for jesse for about a year)

also she calls him a "quitter" which. 1. has a negative connotation meaning that she Does Not Approve of him leaving 2. implies he quit of his own accord. this isn't normal former boss/former employee interaction though something definitely happened. like theyre both Weirdly Hostile and this is never brought up again....... ehat happened.

also "he doesn't even know how to use a sword" this part stuck out to me but Considering this thing i noticed a few months ago about how the mcsm world is very. survival oriented and people who can slay powerful monsters (i.e. old order) are looked at with high respect. so basically she's calling him weak here which is. Huh. also "you don't know anything" girl what happened.... why does radar feel he has to prove himself like that...

"id be careful about counting on him for anything" what did she mean by this. did radar fuck up in some way unintentionally and it pissed stella off or something??? because something clearly happened and im very sad this is never explored further bc this is a fucking interesting plot point.

also. the last image...... this is so fucking interesting regarding radar as a character because it does actually provide context for the whole prison radar thing. like holy shit this says a lot. the first line kinda shows his insecurity already. he's aware people don't believe in him and think he's weak and a coward, but he's going to try anyway. he feels he has to prove himself kinda.. like "you'll see! i can do it watch!" and considering his behavior in this episode it shows. he's overcompensating for that fear and trying to prove that he can be enough to make a difference. especially shown by how he reacts when "Vos" tells him he's not up for the task. he's trying, it isn't enough, so he decides to mimic his heroes and pretend to be someone he isn't (which... unfortunately half the cast doesn't take seriously)

the second line proves my points more. "im not the person she thinks i am anymore" raises a lot of questions on what happened ofc but there's also the "I can be different. Braver. If that's what the situation requires... I'll do it." and guess what! he *does* do that! a combination of pressure from people telling him that he can't do it and he'd just get hurt in the process and is too weak and cowardly to really do much + the stress of the situations he's thrust into seems to sort of catalyze his decision to put on the "prison radar" persona and pretend to mimic his heroes and act strong to not only make a difference and mean something but also to survive The Horrors . but he doesn't want to do this, that isn't who he is as a person, moreso what he feels he has to do. also thinking of pne line where he says something abojt the "incredible misery in the world crushing down on you". like this is a random throwaway line?? clearly the entire situation of s2 is Getting to him but he never really gets to Express that

now ofc like i mentioned this arc is in no way perfect. it's fucking interesting but it feels unresolved and forgotten by episode 5 along with the other characters completely ignoring the fact that that isn't who he is along with jesse even praising that in some dialogue options. like the writing of this kinda confuses me because everything radar says and feels up to that point implies that it's a façade built to be what others want him to be and as a stress response but some later things kinda treat the way he acts as a Good Thing and like ???? like i get it if they wanted to do the "being more courageous" arc sure. fine. but this doesn't seem like it was simply written as that. he does Not usually act like how he does during the "prison radar" thing and its just never addressed. which fucks me up bc this is personally one of my favorite character arcs of mcsm due to how complicated and insane it is + hes one of my favorite characters ever and i relate to his issues a lot but instead thw writings kinda ????? but yeah. its always bothered me really but to be Fair mcsm was hit by a lot of budget cuts that affected the plot like dont even get me started on the scrapped assistant to the warden who sesms to be meant to be the antithesis to radar kind of... and im p sure some episodes had different writers. so yeah this sucks but it isnt gonna piss me off that bad I just wish his arc was handled a bit differently. might potentially write something or w/e about this but anyways if you read this entire thread 1. you're insane 2. we do a little trolling. follow me mcsm truthers

original tweet thread here: https://twitter.com/rival_trevor/status/1659130820999753730?s=20

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm radar #radar mcsm #minecraft story mode radar #please reblog i worked very hard on this... im insan #also i am a radar autism truther #long post #character analysis

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bijectiveandinvertible · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Wanted to do this meme...

I guess I was tagged by @bleachbleachbleach.

If you write fics and see this post tag me and write your answers :D

Find out the answers below! Under the Read More :D :D

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 37 (30 written works + 7 artwork collection/standalones) all under bijectiveandinvertible.

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

57,791… 0-0

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily K Project. I have some fics in the Old Guard and Bleach fandom as well.

4) Top 5 fics by kudos?

The Seireitei Zoo -> My decade long, Bleach crackfic where all the high ranking shinigami get turned into animals.

Bleach Fanart Collection -> This is like a sketchbook of comics/various artwork celebrating the Bleach TYBW anime. I am counting this as there are 3 fancomics in this collection.

Kiss and Makeup -> Aah… This one is my very popular Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara fic from 2014. It's in the K Project fandom.

Study of an oak tree/Graphite on Paper/14.8 x 21.0cm/Yusuf Al-Kaysani/2020 -> This extremely long titled fic is for the Old Guard (2020) fandom. It's part of the Art throughout the ages: Real and Imaginary collection that I have written.

Curling Toes -> My very very fluffy Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara fic. Another very very old fic.

5) Do you respond to comments?

Always. Usually as soon as I notice that I have a comment.

Comments always inspire me to write/draw more. Especially when people comment on specific aspects of an artwork/fic.

6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm…. I don’t really write angsty stuff. The closest is Ravenous Echos (My spooky, horror Bulbbul X The Old Guard Crossover fic). I would say the ending is more spine-chilling than angsty.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write a lot of fluff so this one was tough. I would say Curling Toes is very very cute but since the pairing is very tragic/star-crossed if you think about the story beyond the scope of the fic it becomes extremely sad. I think my Untitled (Perfect Lovers)/Clocks, Paint on Wall/35.6 X 71.2 X 7 cm/Felix Gonzalez-Torres/1991 is happiest in terms of ending.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

When I was on FF.net I used to get flamed a lot for writing Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara. I actually ended up deleting a really cute fic because of it. I still have the fic just never reposted.

9) Do you write smut?

Fade to black scenes only. Tried writing Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara smut multiple times. Failed! I even got requests often to write smut for these two… never managed.

10) Do you write crossovers?

Yes!! I have two! Ravenous Echos (Bulbbul X The Old Guard) and Kings in Gotham (DC X K Project).

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so. I think my work is too niche to merit any stealing.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so. Had a buddy in FF.net who probably translated my fics (Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara) in Chinese.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Lol… Nope. I am too flakey to pull this off.

14) What's your all-time favorite ship?

I have many that I have extremely strong feelings for. But my absolute main one is Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara. I love them together in every format/iteration.

The K Project anime and K: Memories of Red made me love this pairing. These two will always be my OTP.

15) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I worry about my The Seireitei Zoo fanfic. I started writing it in highschool. I am currently completing my PhD. I pretty sure I will have a doctorate before I finish my crack fic.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Coming up with ideas is easy…

In terms of writing I think I have a good grip on setting tone/atmosphere.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Executing those ideas is another story. Heh.

In terms of writing my dialogue can be a bit cringe. Furthermore, being ESL makes my grammar weird.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I could write my fics in my mother tongue… but who would read it??

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Absolute first? Beyblade.

Posted fics -> K Project.

20) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Ravenous Echos (Bulbbul X The Old Guard). I think it's one of the best things I have written. It's an eerie, gothic/atmospheric horror that I wrote after a tropical cyclone toppled a huge tree into my house’s boundary wall.

I did not just write for it, I made several artworks for it.

If anyone wants to read it, just watch The Old Guard (2020) first.

#b&icomment #b&iwrites #meme

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monstermaster13 · 2 years ago

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Don’t Be A Moron On The Internet.

Once there was a league of really horrible people known as the League of Idiots, these guys belonged to a website called Moron-Barn, a website ‘dedicated’ finding out lulcows and making them look like idiots when in actually they were the idiots, sometimes picking on people that didn’t deserve it in the slightest such as Mariana Hanks who they kept shaming and misgendering even though she had the right to use male pronouns because there was no rule that said she couldn’t use those pronouns.

The members consisted of PutridKid…an ex super-sidekick who was a grotesque subhumanoid with puke based powers, Baconator whose only power was turning into bacon that was extremely burned, Rock-Hard-Arby whose only abnormal trait was that he was cursed to have skin that constantly cracked like it was made of marble, and Skroat Sneeb…who had only had one power and that power was very much just being a walking sex joke. These guys very much hated Mariana for being different and picked on her for being interested in weird things, their biggest forum thread was nothing but old screencaps of her comments that they took out of context.

One night Mariana decided she had enough of being treated like well…you know, by them and decided she wanted to get revenge so she called on the powers of darkness, the darkness influenced her and turned her into a being that could punish them for their actions, she used her supposed real form to fool them, looking as gross and ugly as possible. After posting a screencap from last year, Skroat was about to find out just how wrong he was…’This post from a year ago is from a video that is a repost of a video that doesn’t exist any more but that doesn’t stop me from saying how I like that she admits to being crazy yet she gets offended at being mispronouned. Male is a sex.’

Skroat of course was ignorant and he didn’t think that it was right for a woman to use male pronouns, but because he had been taught to be a biggot by the others. ‘You’re a woman, yet you use male pronouns?’ ‘There is no law against that but there should be one against you.’ Mariana responded. ‘Well too bad, huh?’

That’s when he knew he screwed up, as Mariana’s eyes glowed a supernatural greenish glow and she transformed into her actual real form which was more attractive. ‘Gotcha. That short, dumpy hairy form of mine…yeah, that is a disguise to distract you from what i’m actually like.’ ‘So that ugly form is a disguise?’

She smirked as she looked over at him…’Since you like to misgender me and you think that digging up my past is cool, how would you like to see what it’s like to be female? Since you’re not going to do anything good with your current form how about I give you my ugly form?’ ‘What do you mean by that?’ before he had the chance to even react he heard a gurgling sound coming from his stomach which inflated and developed some hairs on it, as the hairs travelled up his arms which also broadened as his hands shrank in shape but also became a bit meatier as his fingernails lengthened.

The hairs also spread onto his legs which contorted into a more womanly pair as two round formations slowly blossomed on his chest which formed into bossoms that were at least more than two triple C cups, and he also gained some pimples on his back, as he gained some furo n his body as well.

He groaned as his rear plumped up, splitting his ratty jeans down in the middle and making them into shorts as his feet shrank and enlarged, he knew now that he messed up and he tried to take back his words, but now the words of ‘if she didn’t comment on it, she would have been forgotten very easily’ were echoing in his mind and making his mind react to this, now the male pronoun ‘he’ didn’t seem right to ‘her’. She groaned as her shoulders retracted in size and her neckline altered, her hair turning from its ratty auburn color to a dark brown and growing messier as she developed pimples on her face while her eyebrows thickened and her nose enlarged, her skin became softer and paler too.

She didn’t recognize herself anymore…as she found herself starting to think that she was Mariana and this was natural, ‘Skroat’ sounded like a name someone who was trying to be gross was using, ‘Mariana’ looked at herself for a bit as her features warped to look like the real Mariana’s ugly form. Her privates retracted but she didn’t need those anyway, sex was never an issue to her as her voice changed, and developed a British accent.

She looked a bit like a humanoid gorilla but she didn’t mind, she didn’t care for beauty, she was now Mariana and she was okay with that. Meanwhile the real Mariana turned to PutridKid who seemed to be hyperfixated on cows…’Oh you like cows, huh? Well then..how do you like this?’

Mariana clicked her fingers and as she did, PutridKid noticed that creme-ish fur was creeping up his arms which were bulking up, and then he felt a tingling sensation in his hands as his fingers hardened and fused together, resembling flexible hooves more than hands as his stomach enlarged, causing several of the buttons on his shirt to pop up and one of his jean buttons also popped off too as his legs enlarged.

“Am I turning into a cow?”

“Well actually not just any cow…a certain cartoon cow.”

He gulped as his privates retracted and he saw four nipples of sorts forming below his stomach which formed into teets, which formed into an udder which burst the front of his jeans open, exposing his new udder to everyone. His whole body slowly gained weight with each passing minute, making him heavier and heavier and making his clothing tighter and tighter, finally..with a rip his pants tore off, exposing his much rear and udder to everyone who was watching him and laughing.

But that wasn’t all through, he noticed his legs altering too as his socks ripped open to allow his feet to alter, becoming hooved feet to match his hands as a tail like that of a cow emerged from his rear. He panicked as two brown spots formed on his back. Two short yellow horns emerged out of the top of his head as his ears became bovine-like, his eyes widened as his face slowly pushed into a bovine muzzle…even though he was a cow, he could still talk and was intelligent, but his voice altered and changed…to sound like Charlie Addler doing a female voice, as he or rather ‘she’ at this point knew who she was becoming, she was becoming Cow from the Cartoon Network show Cow and Chicken.

PutridKid…or rather…just ‘Cow’ now cried out but she found it wasn’t so bad as she forgot all about being a part of Moron-Barn and just remembered being a lovable sister to ‘Chicken’ and a ‘fairy princess’. ‘I am sorry for what I did. I didn’t know.’ ‘It’s alright, you made a mistake and bet on the wrong side.’ Mariana turned towards Baconator, who seemed to be trying to demean her.

“Oh so you like trying to roast me, do you?”

“Uhhhh…I don’t know, yeah…I do.”

‘Well since you like roasting pigs so much, how about you actually become one?’ She concentrated her dark powers on him and she did, Baconator found himself bloating up as his skin turned a much pinker than normal tone, he looked at his chest and he reached out to touch it only to found two round formations slowly developing on them, blossoming out into what was commonly known as breasts.

He panicked as he looked at his hands which had softened, his whole body plumped up as his clothing contorted into a glamorous blue gown and a mink coat as his hips flared out, his back arched as his hips flared out and his feet slowly became two-toed trotters that could still fit in shoes, as his shoes became a pair of red sandals. He panicked even more as his privates retracted. But the panic began to subside when he heard the word ‘Piggy’ in his head, which made him think differently about this situation, or rather ‘Miss Piggy’ because he began to think he was this ‘Miss Piggy’ in question.

His neckline altered as his hair lengthened, turning from brown to blonde and growing down to his shoulders as his ears shifted to look like those of a pig, eyelashes blossomed around his eyes as eyeshadow was applied around them and his eyes in general turned blue, his nose enlarged and began to reshape itself…his face pushing into a cute sort of half porcine snout/muzzle as his voice feminized, inside his mind the name ‘Miss Piggy’ was echoing and now that’s when he realized, he wasn’t born a he…but a ‘she’, she was now Miss Piggy, then again she had always been Miss Piggy. Miss Piggy looked at the clothes in her ‘former self’s’ wardrobe and threw them out. ‘Ick, how passe and gouache. I can’t imagine anyone wearing these in public.’

When her transformation finished she felt much better and she apologized to Mariana..’That was terribly rude of me to judge you based on what you like. Please forgive moi.’ ‘No worries, I forgive you.’ Mariana hugged them and then used a spell to vanquish the forum thread all about her to the forum graveyard, where it was buried and then taken all the way up to forum thread heaven where it was allowed to rest in peace and move on.

“Thank you for understanding…”

‘And now there’s one more thing left…’ Mariana concentrated as she shifted in form once again, this time turning into Demi Moore and using a spell to erase her ugly form to make it so she never had that form. ‘This is much better. I hated that ugly form anyway, it was too short and I couldn’t show off how awesome I am in that form, too short and hairy for my liking. Now this is way sexier, this is my new natural form. But that doesn’t mean I cannot be male if I want to, oh no.’

And thus with that Mariana had finished what she had set out to do as the rest of the MoronBarn admins and members eventually found out what appeared to their ex-members and got transformed as well, rumor has it that some of them went into hiding afterwards after the site got found out and reported for being a den of harassment and everything-LGBTQIA-phobia, and another rumor has it that the head admin in charge of the site already had left this universe long before it started.

Like with all stories here comes a vital lesson, remember..if you ever try to dig up a dead forum thread by using screencaps that are of a post from a year ago and if you ever try to attack anyone for identifying as another gender or even another species, there will be hell to pay, anyone can use any pronoun, a man can use ‘she’ and a ‘woman’ can use he or even they, and there is no law that says that he or she can’t use pronouns that fit them.

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spongythedollyteapartyfan-blog · 2 years ago

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Trends in Non-email posting and Non-email blogging

so in 1990

i was once the worlds leading reblogger /reposter,

music review, tv show reviewierer, usung austims as the mostivation of tinterpretation,

how a person with disability, re examined the world

as i had no email accounts, for now 20 year,

i depended on my old now deleted hotmail, yahoo accounts

that generate no email content anymore

just, 24 posts a day is my usual rate

as its now 4 december 2022, it marks about 45 years actually since teletext format, 1970 version posting, , we could send messages over the television network, form 1970 to 2020 , still i think some european countires used th e teletext tv signal, but since australia and america Uk went digital to stop people form pirating tv signals,and making more teletext pages,,

in 2010, when teletext was last used in australia, , we had over 1000 pages we could access around the world online, mostly ,it was weather data from all around the world, but because weather data went digital, there was no need for a person liek me ot enter the weather data into a system, lol

so now, after 1990, i had over 1000 pages,online

with over 1000 facebooks

1000 twitters

1000 accounts on about every network

lol since the twitter is aboutone person one blog, now, tee hee, evne in tumblr i have 1 blog in 2022 now,

it was fun times as a blogger who wrote over, 1000K entries in one day,

lol now i am bakc to 200 posts a day its still so LIT

the deltes hotmail and yahoo access still works though , even though , with hotmail if we didint loginot an account it gets, delted, so after making about 1000 hotmail and yahoo and thingie accounta in 1996, , i tries again in gmail in 2006, as an anniversary thing, and made 1000 accounts, but only used 10 , cos the bots tookme out, bots, getitng jellous of a real person out doing their format, now how weird is that,, a real autistic person, posting 1000 posts a day, getting done buy a bot , that generates, 1 million posts a day

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shinelikegoldbuzzlikeabee · 2 years ago

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💚💛🌿Them💗💜💙

I’m bi so I’m hitting them with the bisexual beam!

#huntlow #bisexual #happy pride everybody #Reposting this because the formatting kept being weird #and also I realized that the old caption I had for this was the catch line of one of the huntlow zines and…. my bad you guys #did not mean to do that #hunter owl house #willow park #again I just wanted to draw them physically forming a heart like in lion king 2 #We Are One #toh #hunter x willow #mine #digital art

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2w1ld3st-2dr3ams · 2 years ago

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𝟝 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 (𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝟙 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞)

!!Old Blog Repost!!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Aether, Dom!GN!Reader, Special Guests: Venti, Jean,

Cw: Dom!Reader, Sub!Character, vampire!reader, ass eating(character), jealous Aether, possessiveness (from both sides at some point), very unhealthy behavior, self-injuries (you need blood to coax a sexy vampire into drinking from you after all), Objectification (not stated directly, Aether is basically a glorified blood bag), dumbification(character), biting kink (reader –> Aether), bleeding is used as foreplay, aphrodisiac usage (because vampire saliva), this has a lot of exposition before we get to the dirty I'm so sorry I am a sucker for sexual tension.

Post type: 5+1 format

Word Count: 5.7k

Mumbles: Daydreaming about drinking a cute boy's blood rn so I'm sorry Aether, you're my canvas for today. Came up with vampire etiquette after daydreaming in the middle of a car ride and it has been engraved in my mind ever since. Can you tell when I get hornier or was it not obvious enough?

Step 1–Offer them animals to drink from (while trying to outdo your competition)

Aether was strolling down the streets of Mondstadt, a dead boar being dragged around as he kept trying to find you. The sight was a little weird, the Honorary Knight carrying around a dead boar while looking everywhere for something. That 'something' was you, a vampire Aether had befriended while traveling Teyvat. You had disclosed to Aether how you were a vampire and how troubling it was looking for food. Most of the available food usually fought back and you had not eaten for a while, your strength wasn't what it used to be. You could still put up a fight, but you didn't have the stamina to chase after an animal that could still fight. You could drink human blood, but (as you explained to Aether), human blood was a luxury that vampires couldn't have repeatedly. Aether wanted you to expand on the topic, but all he got as an explanation before you drifted off to your version of sleep was something about the effects of human blood on a vampire and how strained the human-vampire relationship was because of this.

He found you talking to Venti, a sense of urgency pushing him to you even quicker than before. You were always friendly with Venti, maybe a bit too friendly. According to Aether, at least. Venti was one of the first people you told about being a vampire and, from that day on, he would always hunt down animals for you to drink from. You only came to him when you needed though, if he hunted down animals too frequently when you were around, people might suspect something. Still, this did little to lower Aether's growing jealousy. Why did it have to be the bard all the time? He was more than capable of hunting stuff down for you as well! He would even go as far as offering you his own blood, but you always went to Venti for food. It was not fair!

His grip on the boar tightened a bit, his eyes narrowing at the bard as he approached. He saw Venti getting closer to you, dangerously close. At this distance, you could probably smell his blood as clear as day. Venti was clearly tempting you, there was no other reason for him to be so close to you. Aether had to do something quickly, or your hunger would get the best of you. There's no way you would want to drink that drunkard's blood when his blood would taste so much better!

He called out your name, trying to mask the intense jealousy he was feeling at the moment. He felt himself falter when he had your gaze on him, you always made him feel so tiny compared to you. Your gaze by nature was predatory, but your gaze right now as you were eyeing the bleeding boar was even more animalistic. You were clearly starving, if the way you licked your lips and the way your eyes didn't leave the boar were any indicators. Venti also eyed the boar, impressed at how shamelessly the traveler was dragging it around Mondstadt.

–H-hey [Name]! I was out hunting and I remembered how you said you needed more food so I got this boar for you! It should last you a few weeks.

You were salivating as you thanked him and grabbed the boar out of his hands. Luckily for you, the area you were in was now deserted–probably because of the stench of dead boar surrounding the area–so you could safely drink from it. You drained the animal of all the blood it had to give, tearing it apart like a ragdoll. Venti stood there beside you, laughing at how hungry you were and remarking that he'd have to hunt something bigger for you next time. Aether butted in, suggesting that you could accompany him in his travels since you were more likely to find bigger prey scattered across Teyvat. Venti wanted to refuse, he was doing this because he was your friend and neither you nor him were inconvenienced by it so Aether didn't have to take on the extra work, but the way Aether was staring at him made him a bit uneasy. He felt it was better to not intervene, something told him it was better for his health if he didn't.

Once you had finished your meal and disposed of the remaining corpse, you answered Aether's proposal with an affirmation. You explained how you were leaving Mondstadt for a while because you felt that the people were suspicious of your mortal status. You were just discussing it with Venti, actually, and both of you agreed that it was best you left while the suspicions died down. Aether listened along, trying to contain his excitement at the idea that you would spend more time with him. This meant more opportunities for him to get close to you, more opportunities for you to drink his blood. There he went again, fantasizing of you using him as you personal blood bank. If he weren't in front of people he would be salivating at the thought.

Bidding goodbye to Venti, you made your way to your place of residence with Aether by your side. You chatted along the way, thanking him again for such a delicious meal. Aether swore you were eyeing him down as you said that, maybe you were referring to him instead of the boar. Oh dear, you must be able to smell his lust by now. Arriving at your house, you let Aether sleep there with you. It was getting late and it would be so rude to send him back to where he was settled after he had treated you to such a meal.

Settling down on your couch, Aether got comfortable as you bid him goodnight and went to your room. Vampires had a different definition of sleep, so the accommodations you prepared for Aether and Aether alone made his heart burst. You were going the extra mile just to make him comfortable, even if you could just drink his blood and kill him right here. He must be so special to you, it made him delirious just thinking about it.

The weight of hunting and carrying the bull was getting to him, his muscles feeling heavier by the second. Closing his eyes, it wasn't long before he drifted off.

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Step 2–Make sure to look as appetizing as possible (bonus points if you emphasize the neck or thighs)

–A-ah~D-drink as m-much as you'd like, I'm–ngh~ a-all yours!

Aether felt the grip you had on his waist, pulling him closer to you. You were currently drinking from his neck, drinking like you had been starved for weeks. You stopped for a bit to let him rest, kissing the are you had just bit and licking away any of the excess blood that was dripping from the bite marks. You asked if he was okay, tracing your fingers over the wound gently while focusing your eyes on him.

He assured you he was, he was more than okay in fact. Still drunk on that last bite, he positioned his hand behind your head and was pushing towards his neck. The indications were clear, but you stopped him before he could continue.

–If you'd allow me, there's another place I'd like to drink from

His face flushed with all the possibilities he thought of. He had to answer quickly though, you were getting hungry again and would soon just default to ravaging him. He responded to you with a "go ahead", hands returning to their original place on his lap as he awaited your next moves. The look in your eyes was more predatory than ever, clearly betraying your intentions as you firmly grabbed his thighs and spread them apart. Aether was incredibly flustered now, hiding his face in his hands as he processed the situation.

You began kissing around his inner thigh, dangerously close to his crotch, feeling around for something. The smell of Aether's blood at the moment was intoxicating and he could feel it. When you had finally found the spot, you began mouthing at it and leaving a lot of open mouth kisses. Slowly, you licked the place and kissed it tenderly one more time. You gave him a warning to stay still and opened your mouth, fangs nicely decorated by your salivas as you lowered them onto Aether's thigh. You were closing in on his thigh, fangs dangerously close to penetrating the skin when…

–Aether!

Aether woke up with a bang, heart almost jumping out of his chest as he tried to regain his senses. Once he finally caught on to his surroundings, he wished the earth would swallow him whole. Did he seriously have a wet dream about you, when you were a couple rooms away? Speaking of you, did you sense it? Could you sense it? Aether prayed you couldn't as he got up and quickly changed his clothes, thankful for the extra pieces of clothing he had mistakenly left in his inventory.

–Aether, are you there?

Curse your calling for him, why did it had to interrupt his precious wet dreams? Trying to look like a man who did not just have a wet dream about the person giving him housing, Aether made his way over to where your voice was coming from. You were carefully setting down a plate of delicious looking food on your table, making sure to also place down a drink. You didn't get much practice cooking human foods, but the aroma and presentation of the breakfast you set down on the table were testaments to your determination, patience, and hard-work. If he weren't pre-occupied with trying to compose his post-wet dream self, he would be absolutely love struck.

–Good morning! Um, what's all this for?

–It's been quite a while since I've had a human guest over, so I tried my best to accommodate to your needs as much as possible. I'm not the best with cooking human food, but I have picked up a thing or two from my visits to the lands of Teyvat. It might not be the best but it should still be edible.

His rationality was telling him to thank you for your thoughtfulness, but his more emotive side was already punching your chest in flustered confusion. How it is possible for someone to be this…effortlessly attractive?! Where all vampires like this? Furthermore, what were your intentions behind all this? Surely, a friend doesn't go out of their way to fit their other friend into their life to the best of their ability after just one night. Or did they? Aether wouldn't know, he considered many people his friends and he was always doing favors for them so he had no room to judge.

Thanking you for the meal (after some inner lovesick screaming), Aether sat down at the chair that was pulled out for him as he began to eat what you had cooked. For someone without much experience with cooking, as you put it, your cooking tasted better than expected. It wasn't exactly restaurant worthy or anything; more so the type of cooking you expect from a memory or a feeling. In a way, Aether rationalized, the type of cooking that could evoke a feeling or symbolize a memory was streets ahead to the type of cooking that was merely enjoyed for its taste.

He wondered if vampires also had this food reaction binary. Surely, there must be different expectations for the type of food vampires ate. Maybe something like blood quality or quantity influenced the way vampires linked those aspects to certain desirable or undesirable qualities. Were there sought after types of blood, like a certain blood type that was more sought after than the rest? Did certain presentations appeal to vampires; maybe some favored obvious displays of submission or maybe some liked a more push-and-pull dynamic. That last thought got him revisiting his dream. With as much dignity as he could muster, he swallowed the bite he was chewing on and asked you the random (not really) question.

–Hey [Name], is there any sort of…what's the word…desired presentation in the things you drink from that make it more…appetizing? I guess?

You stayed pensive for a few moments, making Aether freeze and examine the situation. You didn't look weirded out or uncomfortable by the question, but your silence still made him uneasy. He hoped he hadn't overstepped any boundaries by asking that question. He didn't know the point in which discussing being a vampire became acceptable, but he already went over that bridge so the only option left was to burn it. After some time in deep thought, you decided you reached your conclusions and proposed a sort-of answer.

–Depends on the source of the blood and if etiquette applies to that source.

Etiquette? Vampires had that? Was it like with humans and all the different fork types, or was it like how people say it’s good etiquette to eat with their mouths closed? Either way, Aether was intrigued .

–What is this “vampire etiquette” you speak of? From my general knowledge about vampires, there doesn’t seem to be much manners or class involved when they eat.

You were quick to correct him, a tad bit offended by his–in your words–offensively stereotypical remark. Vampire etiquette, as you explained, was a sort of code that vampires followed when feasting. Yes, it was always at play ever since the agreement between vampires and humans was formed. It dictated things such as who one was allowed to feast upon and what the nature of that feasting meant.

The hierarchy of feasts, as you lovingly dubbed it, was at the centerpiece of vampire etiquette. Common feasting material such as animals didn’t fall under the agreement, hence why vampires could feast as gruesomely and violently as they wanted to from them. Humans, however, were protected under the agreement. Most humans are untouchable to a vampire, unless there is a close enough bond based on mutual respect and trust. No fear mongering or threatening a human into giving themselves up for feeding.

Once the bond was obtained, there were certain places that were off limits. If the pair were simply trusted acquaintances, you would usually drink from their wrists; if the pair were close friends, you would drink from their forearms; if the pair were lovers, you would drink from their neck. The stomach was off limits because of its delicate nature and drinking from below the waist held a different, more intimate meaning for vampires.

This last part urged Aether to make one final question. If your answer was what he expected, then his dream would hold so much more significance than he thought.

–And what exactly does drinking from below the waist mean for vampires?

–Especially if it’s the thighs, drinking from below a human’s waist is our way of claiming a human as ours. Whether it’s for sexual purposes or for feeding purposes–although those go hand in hand sometimes–it’s a final act of possession done with care. Once the mark is there, no other vampire can touch said human. It’s a beautiful display of trust and intimacy, if a tad bit possessive. Once a human is bitten, their senses are heightened and the effects that feeding normally has are amplified to the point of madness; generating an almost insatiable craving from both parties. I rambled off topic, haha, sorry to bore you with silly vampire things.

Your apologies went unheard, Aether’s mind going blank as you mentioned the last bits.

You were claiming him, claiming him to be yours to own in every sense of the word and he was more than happy to oblige.

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Step 3–Entice them (bonus points if you play with fate a little)

–To be honest, I’ve always wanted to try Jean’s blood.

That was not the answer Aether was looking for. Yeah, Jean was thoughtful and sweet and–from certain, very specific angles–she was pretty. But Aether was all that too! He was so much more than the acting grandmaster, he could be so much more useful to you than her! She didn’t even have time for you; Aether was over here following your every whim and even “accidentally” cutting himself in front of you! He was practically giving himself over to you and you still wanted to try that damm anemo user’s blood!

Oblivious to his inner turmoil, you continued.

–She just looks like she would taste delicious, like a good cup of coffee and maybe some French toast. Speaking of, your scent is also a very appetizing one Aether. I must admit, seeing you bleeding near me so often is intoxicating sometimes. Please take better care of yourself, especially with how much fighting you do. You might alert other vampires, and I just can’t have that happening.

Aether didn’t know if he was going red with anger or happiness. So his attempts were working! Heck, you just claimed possession of him just a few sentences ago! Yet why were you rambling on about Venti’s sweet taste of dandelion wine and Jean’s comforting scent of a fresh cup of coffee? You were supposed to only be describing him in those words, only be thinking of his blood and how precious he is to you. You should only be allowed to ravage him and him only, claiming him as yours until he has no more left to give.

Aether dared to ask questions and you dared to give answers, describing an arbitrary blood type as if describing your last meal on this earth. No matter how specific your tastes got, Aether was sure he could manage. After being around you so long, he knew the determining factors in blood taste. All he had to do was present a certain way and make you familiar with his taste.

A few days later, after sharing one last meal with some friends in Mondstadt, you failed to notice the drops of blood mixed in to the tea you were drinking at the restaurant. A week later, after traveling through a vampire infested area, you failed to notice how your arm was wrapped tightly around his waist and how your teeth were bared at any vampire eyeing Aether. A month later, you failed to notice the lack of gifts from a certain anemo archon and the dwindling food supply that you swore you had restocked. An indefinite amount of time later, you noticed how you were getting more and more hungry, and how Aether was getting more and more appetizing.

A few days later, Aether noticed how eagerly you drank that cup of tea and how you commented on the wonderful taste. A week later, Aether noticed how you closed around him like a predator and how your actions became possessive by the passing days. A month later, Aether noticed how you eyed him while making some remark about the lack of food. An indefinite amount of time later, Aether feigned ignorance at the fact that you were loosing grip on your humanity and that he was the only semblance of hope you had left.

Scaring that bard was worth it, the constant cuts on his skin were worth it, the way your grip bruised his skin when you got hungry was worth it, the way his dreams grew more and more realistic was worth it; everything was worth it for this day to finally come. Just one more “failed expedition” and he would finally be at your mercy.

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Step 4–Show off your blood in-front of them (bonus points if you do it while they're starving)

–A-Ah~ Help me, there’s so much b-blood and I c-can’t–ugh–fight like this…

Your mind wanted to say that it didn’t mean to sound like an invitation. Your mind wanted to yell at you to get out there and save a friend. Your mind was also lost in a haze of hunger and thinly veiled lust, so the screaming at the back of your head remained distant.

You quickly located his voice, running to where he was. Cuts and scratches littered his skin, red and hot as tears cascaded down his face. He looked so defenseless, bloodied up and lying like wounded prey. Those cuts on his neck were taunting you, perhaps some light licking wouldn’t be too bad…

You resisted the urge to slap yourself for that. Help him first, then you can talk about a possible feeding arrangement. You got closer to him, lifting him up and carrying him back to camp. With what materials there were, you bandaged up his wounds and made sure dispose of any blood that would taunt you. You gave yourself props for staying sane this kind despite the hunger hurried deep in your stomach.

Aether was so vulnerable, defenseless. If you were to drink from his blood, he surely wouldn’t notice given his weakened state. He would be powerless to stop you if you were to have your way with him. He was in a daze, staring up at you with hopeful yet glazed eyes as he thanked your for saving him. He managed to straighten himself up, neck dangerously close to your mouth. His wounds were still open, letting the smell of blood fill your senses.

Your mind was very hazy, thoughts stringing together as all rationale faded to the back of your mind. The overwhelming urge to devour took control of all your senses. Aether looked at you, feigning worry as your head pounded.

–Is there something-ngh-wrong? You don’t look to good.

His words were mushed together in your mind, his body dangerously close to yours. You just hope he would forgive you for what you’re about to do.

–What are you—Ha-hah~

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Step 5–Enjoy the hungry vampire drinking from your neck

So fulfilling, so delicious, so submissive. His blood tasted sinful, a perfect mixture of sweet and savory that had you itching at your very core. He was handcrafted to fit you, his skin was crafted to be pierced by you. He was a gift from Celestia itself, and finally, he was in your reach.

His wanton moans filled your ears, sinful sounds that spurred you on to drink just a little more. He arched perfectly into you, giving you deeper access to his neck. You greedily took more than enough blood, hungrily sucking away at the crimson droplets that escaped his wounds. Unbeknownst to you, Aether was smiling maniacally in triumph.

He finally got what he wanted! You skipped over all his other places, you were directly biting his neck! All he had to do know was get you to bite his thighs and he’d be officially claimed as yours. He could overlook the dizziness and blood loss for a while. Also damm, he was getting hornier by the minute. Vampire saliva was really something to experience holy shit.

You pulled away from his neck, instead claiming his lips. The drops of blood left on your lips intertwined with his own saliva, making for the perfect presentation of submission. You pulled away, watching as he stuck out his tongue to try and chase you back into the kiss. His eyes were glazed over and half lidded. He pleaded for you to kiss him again. Well, he did let you drink from him…a treat wouldn’t do him wrong.

You kissed him again, hungrier this time. Your tongues intertwined first, followed by a sloppy kiss and then another. Your teeth grazed over his tongue, cutting it slightly. You could feel the blood ooze out of the wound, as well as Aether’s whimpers at the slight pain. You dragged your own tongue over the wound, savoring the taste of his blood and saliva intertwining into one.

–Fuck…Oh Aether, you’re heavenly~

You breathed it against his lips as your hunger kept winning your inner battle. Having your saliva directly in his mouth was intoxicating; the saliva coating his wound as the aphrodisiacs got injected into his bloodstream. Soon enough, he found his mind only thinking of you. His skin ached, the blood under it almost fighting to get out. He whined as you pulled away again, your hunger subsiding while his desperation grew. The aphrodisiacs from your saliva were flowing freely in his bloodstream, mind but a muddled mess of only you.

You perhaps forgot to mention the extend of how possessive vampires can be, especially around blood so good as Aether’s. Perhaps it was the hunger and how deprived you were, perhaps it was how delicious Aether looked, perhaps it was a combination of both. Whatever the case, you knew you couldn’t let him go wonder about; no, he had to belong to you.

Aether was pulled onto your lap, a deep bite decorating his neck while drool cascaded down his lips. His eyes were unfocused, glazed with what you assumed to be lust. He was searching for you again, leaning into you whenever he could. It was clear you had drank a lot, if the swaying of his body and the shiver of his limbs were any indication. He was high off of the sensations and clearly wasn’t thinking straight.

You gently pushed him off you and laid him down, examining his wound as you gently grazed your fingers over it. Your eyes scanned over his body for any more wounds you might’ve missed in your hungry state. After making sure there weren’t any infections, you tried persuading him to sleep and regain his energy. This way, he could hopefully loose that strong scent of his quicker so only you would be able to smell it.

There was only one problem, he was still affected by the aphrodisiacs. He kept blubbering nonsense about a plan and how he finally got you to drink his blood. Some other things about starving you slipped past his lips, as well as some moaned pleads and promises.

–Haah~ F-finally! Please, make me yours! A-Ah fuck! Own me~ I-I promise I’ll be the best meal you’ve ever had! Ngh~

His pants and moans were turning you on more than you’d like to admit. However, that wasn’t the important part. The important part was how Aether had confessed to wanting you and all the horrible things he did to get to this point. You should be mad, fuming even, but your hunger kept getting the better of you. What a sweet little thing, willing to do so much for you. You were sure you could repay the favor tenfold. You had made up your mind; from here on out, he was only allowed to think of you

–It’s all finally making sense…no wonder you always smell of lust.

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Step 6–Get horny and desperate as you’re claimed by the vampire (good job you’ve done it)

Aether was sobbing from his place in your lap. This felt so much like that dream he had a while back, only this time you were so much hungrier. You were drinking from his neck, dead set on draining the blood out of him it seemed. He was long gone by the time you let go of his neck, the aphrodisiacs taking over his mind once more. Poor thing, dumbed down to sit pretty and take what you give him.

You dove back into his neck, hungrier than before as he slowly got dizzier and dizzier. As soon as you felt this, you pulled back, feigning worry as you fretted over him. You asked him if you had bit him too hard, if he needed rest, but he was too blissed out to say anything. You bit back a smirk, a thoughtful look in your eyes as you calmly proposed something to Aether.

–Oh you poor thing, you must be exhausted after all I took from you. Hmm, what about this; how would you like a reward for your obedience?

He sure was attentive enough to catch on to your words, head snapping to meet your eyes. There was expectation in his eyes, almost taunting you to take him. It was like you flipped a switch since that day, the feedings were getting more regular and he was always covered in bite marks. A reward, it would do him good. A few days rest or a 5 course meal would do him wonders.

After a minute or two of silence, he nodded his head, waiting for his reward. What he didn’t expect was for you to carry him off and disappear in the blink of an eye. He was suddenly in some dark room, located who knows where. He was gently placed down on a soft bed, giving him some time to look around. The windows were tinted and, by the looks of it, the place was really high up. There was no discernible landmarks that would indicate location.

Panic began setting in little by little, but it was soon driven away as you gently stricken his face and ordered him to lay down. He listened, back hitting the soft mattress lightly as you kneeled by the edge of the bed. Grabbing his thighs, you pulled him towards you, his ass slightly hanging off the bed. You unbuckled his pants and pulled them off him, tossing them so where in the room. Next, you took of his boxers and threw them somewhere as well.

You were left with the perfect view of his thighs, ass, and dick. Kissing your way up his legs, you stopped by the inner thighs and payed very close attention to them. A flurry of open mouthed kisses were left on his thighs, with just enough pressure that he could feel the edge of your fangs.

This was just like his dream, ten times better in fact! Now you would bite into his thighs and claim his properly as yours, all he had to do was wait a bit longer and-

Aether let out a long whine when your lips left his thighs, kissing the tip of his dick before settling on kissing the rim of his ass. He inhaled sharply at that, peeking down at you and asking you what you were doing.

–Aw, are you so fucking out of it you can’t register your reward? I’m going to make you cum in my tongue as many times as you want to, dear. Aren’t I so kind?

Aether moaned loudly at that. He hadn’t even thought about sex until you brought it up, so he couldn’t let go of this opportunity. Caging your head with his legs, he eagerly pulled you closer to his ass, waiting for you to make the next move.

Chuckling slightly, you kept kissing his rim. It escalated into open mouthed kisses until you were forcing your tongue into him. You felt Aether grab onto your hair, legs squeezing your head as he whined and moaned. You began moving around, making sure to feel his walls very well. It wasn’t long before Aether was a moaning mess, to dumbed out to focus on anything other than your tongue in him.

–Ah~ M-more, please more!

You couldn’t deny a voice so sinful. You began thrusting in and out of him, fangs occasionally scratching his ass while your tongue continued to carve its way into him. After a while, it touched a particularly sensitive spot that had Aether basically howling as he came, hard. Your movements slowed to a stop, slowly pulling out before kissing the rim and diving back in again. Not caring for the overstimulation, Aether continued to beg for more of your tongue in him, having organs after orgasm after orgasm until he had nothing left to give.

When the grip on you hair loosened and his thighs felt numb beside your head, you pulled out. He was a proper mess, tears and drool all over his face while cum coated his stomach and dick. You cleaned him up and tenderly caressed his face, watching in adoration as he leaned into your touch.

He was feeling very tired, his bones turning into mush as he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep…only to be jolted awake when he felt a sharp sting on his thighs. He looked down and, sure enough, you were biting down on his thighs. Your grip on is thighs as you licked and bit at them was deadly, not letting go until his legs were shaking. He could feel himself getting hard again, aroused at the idea that you were finally claiming him.

As if reading his mind, you laughed and licked down his thigh, getting closer to his dick and lightly blowing on it. Amused at the reaction he gave, you continued licking down both of his thighs and puffing air at his dick. You were nothing short of addicted to his taste, and you’d make sure all of Teyvat knew.

You looked back at your slut, tongue lolled out of his lips as he thanked you over and over again. How shameless, drooling over being claimed. In return, you sucked harder, making a beautiful arrangement of bites and hickeys all over his thighs.

–Oh you dumb little thing, only being able to think of how good I pleasure you. I’m sure you would like getting drained by me all the time if you could. Would you like that; belonging to me until all of your blood runs out? Of course, I will never let it run out, you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of eternity.

You emphasized your statement with a particularly harsh suck, watching as the boy in front of you moaned louder and louder until you were sure he would damage his voice. His senses were so much more alert than ever, every one of them being filled with you. Your insatiable hunger as you kissed up and down his thighs was driving him insane. He could surely get used to being treated like this, drained half to death only to be resuscitated and begin the process again.

With a final shout, he came as you detached from his thighs, his vision fading as splotches of black took over. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was a tender kiss to his forehead before feebly looking down at his thighs, covered in bites and bruises from you precious assault on them.

If this is how he would die, he could die a happy man.

#☁️w1ld3st-dr3eams #☁️dream world–>(genshin impact)#☁️dream sequence–>(one shot)#☁️muse–>(aether)#☁️presentation–>(gender neutral)#dom reader #sub character #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #sub aether

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huenjin · 4 years ago

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soulmate bruises.

you could have been stuck with any other soulmate mark, so why specifically did it have to be the soulmate scars theory?

"That looks like a real bad bruise," Haknyeon mumbles. His thumb traces the corners of the bruise and you wince, the pain scourging through your nerves, tingling and rushing through your brain furiously.

"Your soulmate must have gotten hit badly," Chanhee chuckles, looking through the photographs in your camera. You frown and curse under your breath. Haknyeon looks through the papers by your side and you look around the photography club you started with these idiots for the school magazine.

"I’ve got an idea," Changmin's eyes glint mischievously as he walks up to your table, having overheard your conversation. "Let's hit Y/N to inflict pain on her soulmate for having hurt her. It's the perfect plan."

Chanhee raises an eyebrow at Changmin but Haknyeon seems to be all in for the plan. Your forehead scrunches in annoyance, your eyebrows furrowing together as you pinch the skin to distract yourself. You groan, mumbling, "Shut up for a second, will you?"

"Fine, spoilsport," the one who suggests the plan says, pressing his lips together in disappointment. He soon began, "My idea was great. All you low lives will never understand."

"I'm going to find this nasty motherfucker," you stand up, determined. The chair pushes back and the table jerks forward as you press your hand down on it firmly. "And he's going to pay for hurting me so much. These bruises take forever to fade away."

Haknyeon stands up soon after, "We just have to find another individual in this city that has the same ugly bruise on their face as she does."

Chanhee and Changmin follow suit, albeit reluctantly. The latter chuckles sardonically, "This is going to be easy. How many people do we even have to search? Yeah, just mere tens of thousands in this city."

Chanhee digresses, "Let's cancel all the nice-looking dudes because our girl here doesn't have good luck."

"You're an arsehole, dude. An arsehole, I say."

"What's with the weird We're Avengers formation you guys have on?"

Younghoon walks into the room with a cup of coffee and Ray-Bans like he's making an entrance and you roll your eyes. He places the glasses on the table and sighs, "It's cool and everything but Juyeon's hurt, Chanhee. He won't tell it out loud, but yeah, he's hurt and he needs help. The nurse isn't in yet."

"He's hurt?" Chanhee asks, concerned.

"Hurt, oh yes. This is perfect." Changmin chirps and Younghoon raises an eyebrow.

"You're Team Rocket now?" He furrows his eyebrows and glances over at you disappointed, almost as if it is your stupidity that has nurtured them into these. "Anyhow, Chanhee, follow me. The rest of you stay put."

Haknyeon, Changmin and you listen because Younghoon was a mere acquaintance. He was, however, Chanhee's childhood friend, and since he is Chanhee's friend, you have seen Lee Juyeon around — at parties, at the basketball court, in the hallways. And that is it.

So, why would you care if this man was hurt?

Unless he got hit like a bitch on his face.

Later that night, you hold yourself close, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. It feels like your ribs are being slammed into something and the pain is unbearable. It leaves you breathless and a little shaky on the ground. You scream at one point and slow winces leave your lips as you try to hold it in.

Haknyeon knocks and walks into your room when you don't reply. He shifts you slightly, his hands rubbing your back slightly as you lightly cry, "I hate that bitch but he must be in so much pain if I'm feeling this much."

Haknyeon's angry. In all honesty, he gets the soulmate mark and how that should help people be happy but never has it led you to your soulmate, only providing pain along with the entire experience. Soulmates are not supposed to bring pain.

Your teeth clench in pain as you sit up. Your feet dangle for a while before it touches the ground and you stand up, ignoring the pain that seers through your body.

"I'm finding that motherfucker, that's it."

Haknyeon chuckles at your resilience. He helps you stand well and watches your determined expression, mumbling, "The boy's dead meat for sure. Either in your hands or the one that's hurting him."

Finding him is easier than you expected. Haknyeon helps you and the two of you leave the house in pursuit of the man with injuries — a bruised face and now, bruised ribs. You have always wanted to meet your soulmate for, a) he was nasty enough to get himself hurt without bothering about your well being, b) he is your soulmate, and deep down, you want to care for him, heal his wounds, and. . . slap some sense into him because it's a connection and he should respect it.

You message Chanhee, knowing if you should start anywhere, it's the closest person you know who has an injury.

You: chanhee? [11:23 PM] Chanhee is a hoe: Juyeon's number? here. [11:23 PM] Chanhee is a hoe: [Juyeon's contact] [11:24 PM] You: what the fuck? [11:24 PM] Chanhee is a hoe: thank me later. [11:24 PM] Chanhee is a hoe: don't kill him. but if it makes you feel better, i'm shipping you two and that his bruise is nastier. [11:30 PM]

"It's Juyeon, isn't it?" Haknyeon pipes and you watch his smile curve upwards. "Turns out Chanhee isn't that useless."

"He is. That arsehole didn't tell me till I asked him of it. What if I didn't? Would he have let me go on a wild goose chase?"

Your phone pings again and you groan, albeit very grateful for his existence

Chanhee is a hoe: [Juyeon's address] [11:36 PM]

Haknyeon laughs, "Knowing him, yes." He drums the bonnet of the car, waiting for you to hop in and when you do, he enters, igniting the engine and zooming away to the address Chanhee has sent you.

Upon reaching his place, Haknyeon wishes you luck and tells you that he'd rather wait in the car and that if you planned on staying the night, then, you should text him so that he could leave. You smile and storm away, trying to build up the rage within you to lash out at your soulmate.

"Lee Juyeon," you slam at his door. "Lee Juyeon, open your door."

You hit the steel door as hard as you can, unbothered by the pain that now seers through your fist. At this rate, you'll be hospitalized with your soulmate and you could have your first date there. How nice; not.

"Y/N?" he opens the door, and you notice the redness around the sides of his fist. Your eyes widen and the air is taken away from your lungs as you stare wide-eyed at the man before you.

Lee Juyeon is gorgeous. He leaves you feeling dazed like a comet hitting the earth's crater, strong and hard. He is tall enough to tower you and his eyes sparkle with hope. You notice the bruise on his face under the dim street light by his house and you gape.

"It could be you."

"Huh?"

You run back to the car, tapping at Haknyeon's glass. He pulls it down and hands you a paper cup of hot coffee. You look at him with a snug expression. You notice Juyeon watching you with confusion. You take big strides towards the man and open the cup, only to throw the hot coffee onto his chest, in the same area that had you wincing moments ago.

It hits you a second too late. You drop the cup, holding your upper abdomen, your fingers digging into the underside of your breasts as you fall on your knees. You definitely did not think this through. Juyeon merely clenches his teeth tightly, and you realise that with all this experience you both shared, he's the only one who knows how to deal with the pain.

Haknyeon chuckles at the sight, and almost on cue, he pulls his car back and drives a bit away, parking it by a big tree. Juyeon kneels along with you and helps you up, "Let's put some ice there."

"That was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend."

You're holding your chest and your abdomen messily and you're cursing at Juyeon, "Are you a gangster? A thug? Why do you keep getting hurt?"

"A boxer, actually and I keep getting hurt because Sangyeon will not go easy on me. I'm sorry. You must have been through shit," Juyeon's voice is soothing. Like a fresh warm bath with your favorite soap bombs and a ducky. He helps you into his house, lays you on his sofa carefully as he goes to grab ice.

"Maybe this wasn't all of a bad idea," you shout, and Juyeon chuckles. He even laughs beautifully; how? He asks if he could lift your shirt up as he comes back to your side with a bag full of ice. You nod and he lifts your shirt up, grimacing at the purple bruises that have formed by your abdomen and the area under your breasts. Juyeon is too worried to let his eyes stray anywhere else as he mumbles apologies after apologies.

"It's okay," you chuckle nervously, feeling conscious and slightly bad for your soulmate. "At least now I have you. We'll get through this pain together. You can take care of me and I can take care of you."

Juyeon feels his insides bubbling, his chest tightens, and his heart bloom. If this is what a soulmate's love feels like, he could get high on it. His face gets close to your skin and his lips slightly trace the bruises, before placing kisses on it and then, the ice, all while mumbling, "I'd like that. I'd really like that."

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purity-town · 4 years ago

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Little late getting to these -- that's fully the fault of a class project I spent all of Monday/Tuesday and most of Wednesday working on -- but I finished my project and wrote up some long replies to these!

(Apologies for any funny formatting -- I'm trying out the beta for the new post editor!)

Absolutely not.

Nope! There are a few people who do know (other guides Andrew's met before, the Dryad, and I'd imagine the Witch Doctor knows something's up even if he doesn't know why), but none of them live in Purity Town proper, and the Dryad and Witch Doctor aren't the kind to participate in rumors or spread what isn't theirs to share. The old man is also aware just because he and Andrew have talked about their curses, but he's 1) not currently in town and 2) not going to share even if he were.

Most folks don't know much about Andrew in general; Becca probably knows the most out of the townsfolk, knowing a little bit about his family and where he's from (he has some pretty specific skills as a hunter that betray this, but he doesn't talk about his exact town of birth), but no specifics and certainly not time periods.

Andrew is good at keeping things quiet; he has to be.

I would actually appreciate if you didn't post to Pinterest -- usually I'm fine with people reposting with credit (several of the things I've posted to my DeviantArt have found their way to Instagram, for example) but Pinterest has something of a reputation for stolen art (things being reposted from another Pinterest post without credit this time, or credit being hard to view for users not logged in or just viewing through Google). So reposting elsewhere is fine (though if you repost to Reddit or Instagram, tag me at u/Ariibees or @Ariibees)! I'd just prefer my works stay off of Pinterest.

The terminology related to The Guide/Andrew/The Guardian/The World’s Core/The WoF is all confusing because on some level, they’re all the same being. Kind of like trying to talk about Jekyll and Hyde -- same guy, different looks/actions, haha.

For all intents and purposes, references to the WoF being the barrier/core/whatever behind or within which the spirits of light and dark are contained is equivalent to saying “these spirits are held trapped by the magic of the Guardian, who when summoned appears as the WoF.” I do break slightly from the official lore in how the WoF/Guardian/thing holding back these spirits works (mostly because I don’t really like the idea that the Hallow is a “temporary guardian” or whatever), but the basic concept of “these are trapped by [thing that makes up the WoF]” remains unchanged.

If “loony cultist” is a reference to something, I’m so sorry, but I’m lost on it. If you’re just talking about the lunatic cultist in a funny way, then yes, they’re in here as a very plot-significant character!

I had to google what meme you were talking about, but it did make me laugh.

Andrew’s most annoyed by the nickname because people do like to call him Guide, and for someone who’s dedicated his whole life to his role, it can get tiring. He doesn’t really *mind* being called Guide -- it’s fine, that’s what he is and as long as people are respectful of his job he’ll take what he can get -- but at the same time, he’d like for people to stop thinking “Aah! Monster!” or “Weird academic know-it-all” and just...treat him like a normal person sometimes. So he fights to be called Andrew. And...Malik comes along and gives him a nickname that he doesn’t like and doesn’t allow others to use, save for maybe a small group of people of which Malik is not a part. So, not cool, man!

People love to overcomplicate explaining shading/lighting, and if you wanted to you could certainly go on and on about reflections of light off the ground and shading colors and all sorts of things, but as I’m writing this at 1 AM I don’t really care to.

If you really want to get into shading, I see nice ones on DeviantArt or Tumblr from time to time, or you can always watch a YouTube video on it. Really, though, just keep at it, think about how the shadows should look and work, and you'll get better at it eventually and pick up new ideas on how it all works. (And this is coming from someone who is new to making comics and actually started as a painter.)

Purity Town’s shading comes down to this: simplicity. As much as I’d love to spend hours and hours redrawing the panels I don’t like and carefully shading every fold of fabric and painting detailed backgrounds, I’m a full-time college student and will be working full-time over the summer -- I don’t have the time. So, I cut corners: I reuse backgrounds or use brushes (see: bricks, trees, clouds) that make certain details easier, and I try not to obsess too much over panels I’m not fully happy with. Shadows go where they feel right, and light on the opposite side.

For shading, this comes down to making things quick and easy. For these last few pages, character shading/lighting has only been five layers. One hard light layer for the bluer soft shadows, one overlay layer for darker soft shadows, one linear burn layer for hard shadows, one soft light layer for soft lighting, and one overlay layer for hard lighting. I’ll often also make use of glow dodge layers for lighting, or change the color balance or add more hard/soft light layers if there’s a very heavy color filter on the scene (such as a celestial event, blood moon, or outdoors at night).

Using all the different layer types is essentially a cheat code to fancier lighting -- don’t want to use flat black? Boom, hard light or overlay or burn will give you colored shadows. Want to make your light brighter? Glow dodge will make it burn your retinas.

Sorry that this isn’t a very comprehensive guide, but in my mind, shading and lighting is really something that you pick up over time and it’s hard to sit down and write a guide for it without making it into a massive essay on art theory that I don't even know proper terminology for because I'm not an art student. Of course with some googling you’ll find *proper* guides for this sort of thing from art majors and the likes, and those can be super helpful and technical! But for Purity Town, I just sort of go with what feels right and what's easy to replicate.

Firstly, I’m happy to hear you’re liking the comic!

Secondly, those buttons are actually there due to the theme! (For those on mobile who can’t see it, I have the theme set to only display on desktop as I prefer the current mobile layout on phone.) I’m using the simple webcomic theme (a quick Google should tell you how to install it for yourself) -- except I’m not actually using it for the webcomic features; rather, it’s a case of “this is the most simple, nice-looking non-default theme I could find.”

The previous/next buttons are added by the theme with the intent that the blog is being used as a typical webcomic website, with nothing but comic pages being posted. However, I post asks and other art here too, and I do so with the intent that people looking at #Terraria or their dashboards in general will see it. So...I use html formatting to make the first/previous/next/last links, along with an index and chapter-by-chapter viewing (using /tagged/chapter##/chrono) so that no matter where you’re coming from, you can still navigate just the pages!

If you want to add just the previous/next buttons, I can’t really help you -- web development is not my area of study in the slightest. But you can check out the theme that they come from and if you want to install only them, you can surely find a tutorial on it somewhere!

(As a side note, the comments section is not from the theme, it’s from a site called Disqus. I don’t expect many people, if anyone, to leave comments, but since I link back to this site a lot and many folks don’t have Tumblr accounts, it’s an option I like to make available.)

Hiya! My hike was pretty nice; it was a short and easy one, but that was quite appreciated as the trail is unmaintained from November to April, and the trail was covered in fallen trees and quite rocky. Still had fun, though!

And for backgrounds, it depends! For indoors scenes (or outdoors scenes with buildings) I don’t tend to use references, outside of looking up things like “which side of a door is the handle on.” I will, however, integrate real-life textures (see: the quilt and rug in Guide’s house, the wood walls on the building in the background of this week’s page), and paint over paintings from the Terraria wiki.

For outdoors scenes, for simple backgrounds (such as foliage-heavy) ones, I typically don’t need references. I like the difference between detailed, lined indoor/man-made object scenes vs. painted, messy outdoor scenes. But for things like mountains, I do sometimes look up references to help with color choices and the likes.

The town’s layout is a bit strange in that depending on the scene, the background could be drastically different. One side of town faces more mountainside, one side faces the orchards/open hillside, and the other two sides face various degrees of open space and more mountainside/forest. References taken on top of mountains are helpful to get an idea of what degree of foliage I should include between the characters and the sky.

Though this is very specific to the town of Purity -- other towns/villages will have significantly different-looking backgrounds, even the foliage-heavy ones.

That said, what's even more helpful than looking at photos is looking at paintings. Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron is really good for getting an idea of how to draw grasslands and distant mountains, plus Studio Ghibli movies in general!

#purity town #pt asks #terraria #not an update

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since I added a lot more and I edited and the format was kinda weird and I am reposting this. enjoy!

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among us - russian mafia bros play among us

A door slammed against the wall, startling Felix from his sleep. He scowled in the direction of the door. “What do you want?”

“Lixa!” He groaned. “Were you asleep?”

“Yes.” He rubbed his eyes and groaned again. “Urg.”

“What?”

“My eyes hurt.”

“Why would they be hurting?”

“I fell asleep with my contacts again.” Felix swiped at his computer screen. Nothing. He frowned. He tried the power on his computer. Still nothing. Dead. He sighed and plugged it back in.

“So.” Ivan sat in the chair next to his. “Why is it that whenever I come to visit you’re sleeping? I thought Grisha didn’t like slackers.”

“I was working. I was waiting for some things to download and it was taking too long so I was watching a show… And then forgot about work. Anyway-” Felix spun in the chair to face Ivan “-what do you want?”

“So there’s this new game-”

“Vanya I have work,” Felix said and he gestured to the still blank monitor.

“Hmm.” Ivan peered closer. “Computer still looks dead. So we can play.”

“Fine. What is it?”

“It’s called Among Us. It’s people on a spaceship and they get to kill each other and then the other people try to figure out who the murderers are.”

“Where do I get it?”

“On your phone.”

The game was quick to download. As soon as Felix had it up Ivan thrust his own phone at him and told him to put in the code. “So. How do I know if I’m a murderer or not?”

“If you’re imposter you kill people. If you aren’t you try not to die and try to find out who the imposter is.”

“Seems simple enough,” Felix said to himself.

He died almost immediately. The computer was back and alive and he went back to downloading what Vladimir needed and looking for a way to contact an old ally. The search came up empty and he looked back at the game. The ghosts were currently in the chat yelling at the imposter. Felix felt he could relate.

“You die yet?” he asked Ivan.

“Never,” Ivan said in a low voice. “I. Will. Not. Lose.”

“...You must really like this game.”

Ivan must’ve introduced the game to some of the others because the next day they were arguing about it when Felix walked in. Grisha was staring from the doorway to his office. “Why,” he said, looking like he was staring off into the distance. He looked at Felix. “How does this always happen?”

Felix just shrugged and continued his search through the of the internet.

On their way back to the safehouse a group of, they were kids really, stopped them. There were ten of them to their eight.

“Move,” Vladimir barked.

“Make us,” own of them taunted. Vladimir glared at him and he faltered under the weight of the stare. “This is Irish territory. Go somewhere else,” he said weakly.

One of the other, bigger, ones shoved his way forward. “This is why Maeve put me in charge.” He puffed his chest out and stared at Vladimir. “You have to go somewhere else! This is irish territory now.” He stuck his chin up and grinned triumphantly.

Vladimir took a step forward. “Since when.”

“Since last week. Now go! Maeve doesn’t want any uhh. Uhh. Gop-”

“Alright.” Vladimir walked up to their leader and stared down at him. “I’ve had enough. Get out of here. Go home.”

“Or else what ?”

Vladimir narrowed his eyes and glared down at him. “Do you want to find out?” He crossed his arms and tapped his foot.

The kid eyed him, swallowed and took a step back. “There’s more of us than you .”

“Listen kid-”

Somehow one of them had snuck off without their notice. Ivan yelped and they turned to look at him. He had one of the kids by their hood and was holding a switchblade in his other hand. “Kid tried to stab me,” he said and he shook the kid roughly. The kid look close to tears and they let out a whimper as they tried to sneak away and Ivan tightened his hold.

“You listen here,” Ivan all but snarled. “You stay out of here. Don’t do shit like this. You can get killed.” Ivan shook them again. “Do you understand?”

The kid whimpered a ‘yes’ and scampered away as soon as Ivan relaxed his hold. Most scattered after that, leaving in groups of twos and threes.

While their peers left three rather bold, rather stupid, kids still held their ground. They quickly left after being starred down but not before one of them managed to get Felix with his knife.

There was a clattering on the fire-escape above them and all of them looked up. Matt was standing there, in his old black attire. “Must you all be getting into fights on my doorstep?”

“Sorry Motya,” Vladimir said.

“Someone’s bleeding. You had better come in.

“Through the door ,” he added after Vladimir made for the fire-escape. “I’ll let you in.”

“I know,” Ivan said after they had settled on the couches and had been introduced to Matt’s friends and thoroughly threatened not to hurt them, “we could play Among Us.”

“Your awfully good at that,” Foggy commented, eyeing Piotr stitching the cut on Felix’s chest.

“Thanks. I work with a bunch of idiots. Can you believe,” he nudged Vladimir with his foot, “this one thought it would be a good idea to dump vodka on an open wound? A bunch of tupitsy all of them.”

“Rude,” Vladimir said and punched Piotr’s arm.

Felix yelped when the needle jabbed him painfully. “Sorry,” Piotr soothed. He glared at Vladimir and kicked him. “Don’t do that. That’s why you get called ‘tupitsa’.”

“Did you make a game?” Felix asked through gritted teeth. He screwed his eyes shut at a particularly painful stitch.

“Yeah.”

The rest of them, excluding Piotr and Vladimir who was put in a ‘timeout’ by Piotr, got on, to Ivan and Felix’s surprise. Ivan picked his way through them quickly until the very end when he was inevitably voted out when he was slipping.

Several games later Matt, Foggy, and Karen were invested in the outcomes of their numerous rounds. They had been given food and drinks and seemed inclined to stay as long they’d be allowed.

Another game was started after a rather sloppy one that resulted in arguments over what rules should be made specifically for the players involved. Their ‘discussion’ came to no such argument so another game was started.

"Vanya," Felix grumbled, "stop following me and do your tasks."

"I am. I guess they're in the same direction."

"Uh-huh." Felix looked over at Ivan's phone and narrowed his eyes. "Why is your name red?"

"Oh Lixa," Ivan said sweetly, "you don't have your glasses on. You must have seen it wrong.” Ivan twisted around and turned the screen away. Felix scowled.

"I found my contacts liar ." Felix looked back down at his phone and his mouth dropped open as he watched Ivan kill him. It dropped lower when he watched Ivan report it.

"You see who did it?" Piotr asked.

"No. I just saw the long tongue thing impale him," Ivan said.

"That is not- "

"Shh." Ivan pressed a finger to Felix’s lips and Felix blinked and stared down at him. "You're a ghost so you can't talk."

"That wasn't a rule when you died last round."

"Scream into the void," Aslan said. He looked at Felix's phone. "Was that you who died?"

"Yes. You should know this. It shows our names on screen. Anyway, Ivan is not being fair."

"Quit pouting," Piotr chastised. "So the rules changed. It's not that big a deal."

"You don't think it's suspicious he made that rule after I died and he's the one who reported it?"

"No. Why?"

Felix blinked. "Of course not," he grumbled.

"Someone just killed me!" Anatoly yelled. It seemed only Felix noticed the faint smirk on Ivan's lips.

"Now you can't talk Tolya," Piotr said and he smirked. Anatoly scowled.

"I say we need to do an emergency meeting," Vladimir said.

The meeting did not come to a final conclusion and Vladimir found himself gawping at his phone. His character was lying there, beheaded.

He opened his mouth to say something but Piotr shushed him. "No talking Blondie."

Aslan and Sergei shared a look. They looked at Dmitri. Sergei called another meeting.

While the meeting was going on Anatoly, Felix, and Vladimir raged in the chat about the unfairness of it all. All three came to the conclusion Piotr was very much "sus" as the kids would put it. Very much sus indeed.

"Hey!" Ivan cried as he watched his character being thrown out of the spaceship.

"I knew it!" Felix shouted.

"Shut up Ghost," Sergei said. "And sit back down. You almost knocked the food and my drink on the floor.

"Of course you say your drink. What about other people's drinks?"

"I mentioned the others food didn't I-"

"Maybe we should be more concerned about the stitches he almost pulled out," Piotr said and he sniffed. "Again. For the third time actually."

"I'm sorry- "

"You all are very competitive about this aren't you," Matt said.

"These people are cheating," Vladimir whined, though he later profusely denied it. "Make them stop."

"I don't know. Foggy, should I?"

"Nah. It's pretty entertaining."

"I'll say," Karen said, and she lifted her drink in their direction.

"What the hell! Who killed me!?" Dmitri whipped his head around and scowled at the remaining players.

Piotr stared back nonchalantly. He pointed at Aslan.

"Rude," Dmitri growled at Aslan. "I thought we were supposed to be teammates!"

"We are! I didn't kill you!"

"That's exactly what you'd say if you did kill me!"

"I didn't!"

"I don't know," Piotr drawled. "Seems pretty sus to me."

Ivan let out a drawn out breath. "Please don't say sus. You're too old."

"Sus sus sus sus sus," Sergei chanted and Aslan cuffed him on the head.

"Knock that off. You're the reason we're banned from using internet words."

"That's another reason," Felix said. "You say stuff like that."

"Guys!" Dmitri shouted. "Would you stop fighting already! Piotr has killed you both already!"

Sergei and Aslan looked down at phones heads and stared in horror at the glowing red 'defeated'.

Piotr and Ivan both cheered loudly. "Again!" Ivan shouted and he was immediately shot down.

"I've had enough," Vladimir said. "You both always gang up on everyone. Even if you aren't imposter you team up with them and end up voting them off."

"Well you better find yourself a teammate than spoilsport," Piotr said. He patted Vladimir on the shoulder. "You're losing your game Voldoya."

"I'll show you losing your game," Vladimir growled and he lunged at him.

"Hey! Enough of that! Not in the house!"

Vladimir sat back down almost sheepishly. "Sorry, Motya."

"You've really mellowed him," Piotr told Matt and Vladimir stood up again.

"I'll show you mellowed-"

"How about we call it a night," Foggy said. "I think we've had enough of all-" he waved a hand "-this."

"Foggy," Karen said as she stood, "is right. Good night everyone." She waved goodbye as she left and a chorus of goodbyes followed her as she shut the door.

"Goodnight everyone," Foggy said, and he too left.

Piotr insisted he check Felix's stitches again and Felix let him with a sigh.

"You all staying or going?" Matt asked.

"Leaving," Aslan, Dmitri, and Sergei all said. They left and said they'd be waiting for Piotr by the car.

"You," Piotr pointed a finger at Felix, "don't leave yet. Wait until Matt or Claire or I says it's fine."

"Fine dad," Felix said with a roll of his eyes.

"Vanya. Same goes for you."

"But-" Ivan whined.

"No but's. Tolya is going to stay here-"

"Uhh, since when?" Matt asked.

"Why do I have to play babysitter," Anatoly huffed.

"Because I said so and because the rest of you are hopeless at being responsible. Goodnight." He spun on his heels and left before any protests could be made.

Matt sighed in exasperation. "Let's go, I guess." Vladimir stood and followed him into his room.

Somehow Ivan ended up curled around Felix on one of two couches. Felix was horrified to realize Ivan was now at least as tall as him.

"Who knew members of the mafia could be so cuddly." Felix cracked an eye open and closed it when he saw it was Foggy.

"I did," Matt said.

"Shut up," Vladimir said weakly.

"I let him do it because he's warm and I'm cold," Felix mumbled.

The arm around Felix's waist tightened. "No," Ivan mumbled. "You love me."

"Do I?"

"Jerk."

"Brat."

"You haven't shoved me off yet."

"You're warm. I'm cold."

"Mhmm. Deny it all you want. But I know the ~truth~."

"He isn't wrong Lixa," Anatoly said.

Traitor," Felix grumbled. "What time is it?"

"Noon."

"What!?" He sat off and Ivan fell off the couch with a yelp.

"Relax." Matt walked over and kneeled by the couch. "I should check the stitches."

Said stitches had not been pulled out or messed up since the night before and Matt happily released the Russians out onto the street. He said they could come back as long as they’d be quieter about playing and arguing.

Foggy said it wasn’t likely to happen. Anatoly sighed in agreement and apologized for the lot of them. Both came to the conclusion something similar was likely to happen in the future and they shouldn’t try to stop it.

Matt glared and told them to knock it off, and yes, he would kick them out, and do it gladly. It would be deserved so they couldn’t complain he said. Anatoly agreed with that as well.

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