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[4e7her]

oc introduction - obey me:

(there's images of him at the bottom - one from this picrew, the other from me)

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kousei - entity of fear - he / him

at least a few centuries old, kousei generally thought that he had seen everything. apparently, though, there was an entire devildom and no one told him - you would have thought that at least one of his followers would've known about it, but he supposes that's what he gets for relying on humans.

kousei is 6'3" (191cm) with a muscular build. he has medium grey hair with black tips, and incredibly light golden eyes. his left eye is half a dark amber that seems to move everytime you look away. he has pointed ears and many piercings - a staple that you'll never see him without is a upside down cross hanging from his left ear.

his style is best described as angelic. he prefers to wear all-white whenever he can, and being draped in jewelry is just the cherry on top. koushi is usually the picture of luxury, with cropped or sheer tops and expensive fabrics. when you see him, it's very easy to understand why he has such a cult following.

he has tattoos on his torso and back, both intricate and well-designed. in the middle of his chest is a spider surrounded by eyes, just above a spine-like design that does well to frame his v-line. on his back is a huge piece reminiscent of wings and bones, taking up the entirety of his mid to low back, with flares on his shoulder blades for the wings.

kousei's abilities are all based around fear and the mind, though he's proud to say that his talent for manipulation was learned. he has no need for actual food as he feeds on fear, meaning that he skipped over tastebuds a bit when studying how to create his human form - solomon's food is a delicacy to him, for some idea of how they turned out. he's able to manipulate both the void known as his body and the minds of others, meaning that he can take any shape he'd like, though he finds it rather disconcerting and hates changing forms.

he makes it look like he vaporizes others when he draws them into his own mindscape to be torn apart, though he could tear them apart on the mortal realm if he so wished. he does this whenever he uses his abilities - making them and himself look angelic to disguise his rather demonic nature. this also goes for how kousei acts.

he finds out about the devildom via the signup that rad puts out in the human world, just like anyone else would, and takes it as a sign that he's allowed despite the distinction that they were looking for humans. unfortunately for him, they are able to tell he's inhuman, but they allow him in anyways as he explains his human upbringing and his lack of knowledge of the devildom.

kousei's love interests are: the brothers, diavolo, solomon, and simeon.

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[quaranmine]

btw guys, you can do spoiler text on AO3! here's the html:

<details><summary>the text you want people to see</summary>The text you want to spoiler or hide</details>

it turns it into a little toggleable drop down that shows things and then hides them. it's great for content warnings in ao3 notes if you're worried about spoiling your fic--people who feel like they can proceed without any specific warnings can do so but people who want to see a warning or spoiler can choose to.

i tried it on firewatch au chapter three, it works:

if that html doesn't work, then here's the reddit comment i got it from by an r/ao3 moderator and former ao3 staff memeber. I copied it from here and it worked perfectly, but it didn't paste into tumblr so I manually typed it.

[symphony-calamity]

*bursts forth from the Mechanisms Twitter page with screenshots clenched between my teeth* a humble offering for the greatest fandom on Tumblr. There's shitposts. There's lore. There's some posts that are actually from Tumblr. There's a lot of them. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Tried to mostly only pick ones that I haven't seen around and about, but I make no guarantees on novelty.

[skrunglesage]

when you punish a person for dreaming his dreams don't expect him to thank or forgive you the best ever death metal band out of denton will in time both outpace and outlive you

[logictoinsanity]

idk the idea of Logan as strictly a top/dom type just feels boring to me. like yeah, you could do that. very predictable. but wouldn't it be sO much more interesting if we-

[shinelikethunder]

*holds Dean Winchester up by the scruff of the neck* listen, it's not that i think bottoming would fix him--his problems and disorders are way too far gone for that--but i do think that getting artfully maneuvered into trying it by the only other human on earth with a hope of understanding all his goddamn hangups, only to discover that he's been a winner of the "body wired to experience earth-shattering prostate orgasms" lottery this entire time, all while Sam oh-so-solemnly insists it doesn't have to Mean Anything about anyone's masculinity, lots of guys etc etc etc, and manages to radiate only moderate levels of smugness about the whole incident--

well, i simply think that even if that wouldn't fix him, it would either give him a vigorous shake and a ready-made excuse ("fuck it, why look a gift pleasure button in, uh, whatever orifice it came with?") to let a whole bunch of shit go, or it would drive him into even more insane depths of overcompensation. and either way, the Study That Man Like A Bug girlies get to feast.

[sergle]

I'm thinking abt that pretty fall leaves embroidery pattern post and about how like... it is categorically a repost, it's a reupload. right? a thing that is generally disliked. but because it's credited, it's genuinely boosting the artist in question. and it could ALWAYS be like this. reposting content could ALWAYS be a symbiotic relationship, but because sourcing back to the original creator of something is so uncommon, it's just easier to ask people not to repost it at all. and people still don't understand the difference. or they'll go to the effort of cropping out usernames/signatures to repost something, which is More Effort than literally crediting the creator of something you liked enough to want to repost. Like. I literally don't actually care if my own shit gets reposted, you have to understand. I just don't want it STOLEN. But "do not repost" is easier to write on my art than "you can repost this, but don't alter the image/remove my signature, don't you dare write 'credit goes to the artist' because that is not credit, please link back to my original post or someplace that you can actually find me. please use an actual link/url instead of writing a non-clickable link of my username, because making it text instead of a clickable link cuts the number of people who will go to the effort of visiting my own page in Half." All those aggregate themed accounts, those fuckin annoying as hell instagrams and facebook groups that are like "body positive art we love wamen 💕 hashtag feminism" and then MASS-STEAL plus sized art created by women, if pages like these that always go and steal my older self-portraits and other works... If they just put a link to my prints of those pieces in the text of those posts, or, fuck, my commission info page? I would literally be living on the moon right now. I would have a house on the moon

[lokorum]

"even the most benign of them, are like a hurricane off the coast"

if you want to support me - and have a coin to spare! - you can donate here!! it will help me super-duper much!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

[4e7her]

oc introduction - twisted wonderland:

(there's images of him at the bottom - one from this picrew, the rest from me)

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yuujirou osaki - libra - he / him - hybrid

19 years old, it's not entirely known how yuujirou got to twisted wonderland, but he's pretty sure it has something to do with the wolves that ripped him apart. it's all he remembers before seeing a mirror and waking up in a coffin, after all.

yuuji is 5'9" (175cm) with an athletic build that isn't immediately noticeable. he has black hair and black eyes with pale, unmarred skin. he's a jaguar hybrid, which is similar to beastmen but with some key differences.

he possesses ears and a tail like a black panther, with enhanced senses more comparable to a fae than a beastman. he also has naturally sharpened nails and teeth, and a slightly rough tongue. he has the ability to go into rages, similar to overblots, but tries to avoid those as much as possible as he has very little control when he does.

yuujirou's usually wears dark colors, and if he has to chose a color other than black and white, he usually goes to purple. when not in nrc's uniform, he tends to stray towards loungewear, but he's happy as long as he can move properly and nothing is touching his neck. he's very protective of grim, and has quite a cold demeanor. his way of speaking is usually a bit overly formal.

in his home world, hybrids were seen as signs of the devil despite being man-made. he grew up in a lab with his mother, escaping around age eight with her sacrifice, staying on his own until age twelve when he collapses and one ayame miura finds him. he protects their village when she takes him in, but is majorly looked down on, and soon enough his loyalty is what gets him stuck in twisted wonderland.

yuujirou's love interests are: riddle, leona, ruggie, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, and malleus. you can read his fic here (quotev) or here (ao3).

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[allastoredeer]

*Turns on megaphone* Lucifer Morningstar is a Service Top! ...That is all.

THANK YOU!

Can we all readdress the fact that Lucifer is a canonical switch? I understand liking bottom!Lucifer, I really do, but let this man top. As a RadioApple fan, is it really too much to want Alastor to get properly railed 😩

I suppose I'll have to be the change I want to see in the world, but I still wanna read/see it.

I'm pretty sure this is why I've been consuming so much RadioStatic content lately. Their dynamic is amazing AND Alastor gets to bottom. It's perfect.

[climbdraws]

the google function is so fucked now it's nearly impossible to find anything

[boycritter]

always a little anxious to leave kudos on certain fanfics bc im like what if someone Sees that i left kudos. and Judges me. but then also that truly is the most devils sacrament situation ever that i think im chill.

[river--ghost]

Stanley Pines, the conman clown, Always dragged his family down. One mistake, disowned, denied, Only thing to do was hide. One way out, the open road. Reinvent, retry, reload. A girdle, eyepatch, fathers fez, "I'm a new man!" so he says Couldn't outrun life's regrets, Just kept placing bigger bets. Changed his haircut, switched hotels- Truth is just whatever sells. When you've lost track of your lies, When the poison starts to rise, When the walls are closing in, When its clear you cannot win, When your actions make it worse, When they see you as a curse, Give the wheel one last spin, Take your chips and go all in, And Lucky Stan- the roll's on black, He got his life and family back. His big break, it finally came, Redemption from a life of shame. You really think you won the day. You packed your bags and sailed away. You think you left the past behind. But trust me

[max-nico]

"Well, what do you like, Shadow?" Sonic asks, staring up at the cloud covered night sky.

Shadow finds himself pausing, his eyebrow furrowing in contempt. "I liked Maria."

"Duh, I'd be concerned if you didn't, Shadow. I meant what do you like now?" Sonic huffs through an exasperated grin. "Like–If you could only bring three things with you on a deserted island, what would you pick… or do you like dancing or are you more of a cooking type-a guy? What would your perfect day be like? If you had to choose between a cottage or a penthouse, which one would you buy? Do you prefer warm temperatures or cold?"

"As the ultimate lifeform my body temperature is always perfectly regulated, I have no need to think about that."

"It's not about what you need Shadow–" Sonic sighs, flippantly gesturing his hands. "–It's about what you like, about what makes you happy."

"What makes me…happy?"

"Yup."

Shadow thinks for a moment, his head now turned toward Sonic, who's still not looking at him. Though in all fairness, Shadow himself is more looking toward Sonic's direction than at the hedgehog himself. He's lost in thought, focused on finding something he genuinely likes on this godforsaken planet.

Shadow opens his mouth to answer.

"And don't say something that Maria liked, I'm asking about you."

Shadow closes his mouth. Back at square one he supposes.

It's hard to think of something he genuinely enjoys. He's spent so long preserving life for Maria, growing plants for Maria, saving people for Maria, eating for Maria, living for Maria. What begins with him and what stops with her is a giant mess. It's a tangled ball of raw emotions that he can't even begin to decipher, let alone understand.

"C'mon dude, I know you have some good memories in there." Sonic finally turns to Shadow, his whole face lit up in some amalgamation of amused and disbelieving. "Better than having no memories at all, am I right?"

To that, Shadow's introspection halts. His face flattens at the joke as he doesn't find it funny, and he remembers the absolute dolt he's talking to. God, this whole conversation is stupid, isn't it? He has to wonder why he's talking about literally anything with the hedgehog next to him, he's a moron on top of all other morons.

Sonic has enough emotional competence to at least be apologetic as Shadow gets up to leave. A hand coming up to stop him before he can get very far, and a repentant look to accompany it as well. Shadow simply deadpans in response.

"Too sensitive? My bad." Sonic looks down at the grass. "I've been trying to get better with… that."

Shadow tries to pull away, his counterpart doesn't let him.

"I won't make another joke like that, promise. Come sit back down."

For a reason unknown to Shadow himself, he complies. He takes the same place he was sitting before, Sonic is a little closer now, but it doesn't really bother him. The grip on his arm doesn't either. At least not enough to make him do something about it.

"Now, you still haven't answered my question."

"Have you considered the possibility that your question is stupid?"

"Humor me. Just a little bit longer."

Shadow sighs, rolling his eyes and looking back up at the sky. It's easy to fall back into his reappraisal and forget about the blue hedgehog all together. It's easy to focus solely on Maria too, but it's hard to think of himself. Not being able to answer Sonic's question makes him feel dumb in a way he's never experienced before, shame is probably a better word for whatever he's feeling, but it's even harder to admit that then think about himself.

He repeats the question to himself a few times, as if that will magically give him an answer. Repetition makes him irritated, God he's so irritated right now. Stupid ass hedgehog asking him stupid ass questions.

"I'm tired of thinking about this. Let me leave."

"Aw c'mon, Shads." Sonic frowns. It's an odd look on his face. It makes Shadow uncomfortable. "Look, I'll try and help. You like Rouge and Omega don't you? I've seen you walk out of Tails' garage before–which was a little surreal for me by the way–but I assume you enjoy hanging out with him, right?"

This makes Shadow think. Sure, he's okay with Rouge, grateful to her at least. He's been staying with her for the past few weeks, and though she lives on takeout, talks enough to make him deaf–don't even get him started on her attitude, and hoards like she's never had anything of her own before, he's truly indebted to her. He would never say this out loud of course, she would hold it above him and never ever let it go. Rouge is annoying enough without him giving her leverage.

She's oddly kind though, in her own special way. She doesn't touch his stuff unless asked to, makes sure to order enough take out for him to eat too, she's even allowed him to put up the few portraits of Maria he has. Rouge constantly gives out mixed signals because of this unfortunately, so it's hard for Shadow to get a read on her.

All of this being said, he wouldn't call Rouge a friend, but he wouldn't call her a foe either. Rouge is also way past the acquaintance stage, but not nearly close enough to be called family. Their whole relationship is completely out of Shadow's depth.

Omega's is easier to classify. Not with one word, nothing that simple, but it makes sense in his head. Simply put, he and Omega bond over their mutual love for blowing shit up. If they talk, they're discussing bombs and war tactics. If they're hanging out, they're testing explosives. Sending messages? You guessed it, they're talking about how funny it would be to bomb GUN.

They're like… bomb buddies or something. He thinks that's how Tails referred to them. Omega would think it's stupid a name though, which is fine, because Shadow also thinks it's stupid a name. They work well like that.

They're still not friends though.

Now, as for Tails, that's another complicated case. They both enjoy engineering and talk shit about Sonic when he's not around. They both enjoy learning, and find space fascinating. They both enjoy mutual silence as well, making talking to him easy with no pressure to keep the conversation going.

He still doesn't think Tails qualifies as an answer though, because the whole reason he even began to give the kid the time of day was because of Maria. Young, hopeful, naive, bright blue eyes, golden hair. He was like a bucket of water while being surrounded by wildfire. He still is, because Tails reminds him so much of Maria that it hurts sometimes, but the nostalgia feels like a reprieve from all the newness so the pain is welcomed. The pain is greeted, given a tour, and then shown its bedroom in his mind.

So sure, he'll give Sonic this one, the fox is his friend, he genuinely likes the fox, the kid is easy to talk to and incredibly sweet, sue him. He neglects to say this out loud anyway, both because it's not a valid answer, and telling Sonic he found companionship in his kid brother makes him want to keel over. He'd never hear the end of it, and the hedgehog already talks enough to power the sun.

"I think I like when it rains." He says instead, just barely catching a distant flash of lightning behind Sonic's head.

"That's a good thing to like, Shadow." Sonic accepts Shadow's answer easily, shrugging his shoulders. "I like the rain too."

"You hate the rain."

Sonic smiles, letting go of his arm. "Yeah, I just didn't want you to feel bad."

Annnddd that's it. This is pre-sonadow technically, but I wrote it with platonic intentions lol. This is pre all Shadow relationships.

I am incapable of not giving Shadow and Tails a wholesome relationship sorry not sorry.

Anyway, this fic is titled I Think I Like When It Rains on AO3. I posted it there a while ago so I decided to put it on Tumblr bc why not.

Please feel free to hit up my DMs or askbox, though if you're requesting I prefer my askbox lol. I am a multishipper if ships are your jam, but I mostly post Sonic and Tails being brothers (NOT A SONTAILS SHIPPER PLEASE DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT THAT LOL)

[madisoncounty]

HIS DARK MATERIALS + Serializd Reviews (insp)

[auriidae]

how it feels to discover a blog that has a tag with a bunch of archived posts of ur favorite characters that you've never seen before