#short responses

[basically-queenberyl]

You know your people don’t really fuck with you like they say they do when they haven’t seen you in person in months and whenever you text them, you feel like you’re shouting into the void.

[largefoundation]

[ ye! I know it will:3 ]

[ I want my sona to be something I won’t want to change in like a month lol. So I give her some extra love:D ]

[alt text: ye! I know it will:3]

[alt text: want my sona to be something I won’t want to change in like a month lol. So I give her some extra love:D

YAY

[ruporas]

your love returns in tragedy (ID in alt)

[basiatlu]

I was summoned to make this in a call to action @hihimissamericanbi

[valtsv]

i feel like the fight/flight/freeze model of fear responses applies in the long term as well as the immediate. like in the aftermath of the event, do you lash out at every perceived instance of a threat? or do you practice avoidance, refusing to tread similar paths to the one that led you into danger before? or do you remain forever trapped in that moment, reliving it, unable to move on?

[captainjamster]

Price who returns home to his daughter less inhibited each time.

daddy kink, incest, use of she/her, girl and daughter - characters are very much adults, i always picture price at about 50-55 and reader at about 27-30

Price that slowly starts to come back worse and worse from his deployments.

There's nothing *wrong* with him - oh, for the first time, everything feels right. Nothing really matters anymore, in such a delicious way. John carves lines in the sand with his morals, so easy to wash away when the tide comes - he just redraws them wherever he needs. It's simple, really - honestly, he doesn't know why it was contained to his work life for so long.

His wife, your mother, left him. She saw what you can't - *won't* (maybe it's the naviety of a young adult, maybe it's how shielded you've been by his deployment and your adolecence). Something woven together with bits of a man, a shell for the brutality and hunger inside that consumes him. The ghosts that haunt behind his eyes, sex just a little too rough, sharpened claws and bite wounds smoothed over by his gruff tone and that charming attitude. She abandoned him. But you wouldn't abandon your Daddy, would you?

You coddle him, just like Daddy's little girl should; do anything to make him feel better. Keep the house spotless, wait for him with open arms, and eventually legs, when he comes back home.

Let him fall asleep on the plush fat of your thighs in his big, lonely bed that you just can't stand seeing him spread out and forlorn against. Stiffle your complaints as he ruts between your cheeks, breathing in deeply the scent of sweat and sleep against your neck, and let him fuck the cum back into you during the sleepy morning sex.

He knows, honey, it feels so weird, but Daddy just can't let his baby girl around these other men. You have no clue what they're capable of; the world is full of filthy, uncouth mutts, and John is keeping his prized pet clean. But he isn't cruel. Price knows what a growing girl like you needs, knows that he can't just leave you high and dry with no toys to play with. 

It's a mutual exchange, something to satisfy you both. Price uses each hole whenever he wants, and makes sure that you cum each time until you're a sobbing, writhing mess. I mean, what else is your poor Daddy meant to do? So pent up and needy, with his beautiful girl so close in reach. You'll just have to lay down and take every drop his thick cock can give you.

dividers and headers by saradika-graphics

[stinkybrowndogs]

Running around and being puppies

[syngularitysyn]

Jinx's reasons for hating Caitlyn

Sevika, the woman who Jinx knows hates her and who she hates in return, tells Jinx that Vi has 'replaced' Jinx/Powder with Caitlyn

Caitlyn's reasons for hating Jinx

Jinx lures Caitlyn and other enforcers into a burning tent to try to kill them with explosives

2. Jinx causes another explosion on the bridge injuring Caitlyn again

3. Jinx shoots at Caitlyn and Vi on the bridge

4. Jinx breaks into Caitlyn's bathroom, watches her shower and attacks Caitlyn while she's still naked

5. Jinx forces Caitlyn to dress or dresses her while unconscious in her enforcer uniform and then kidnaps her

6. Jinx tries to persuade Vi to kill Caitlyn at her 'tea party' while Caitlyn is muzzled and tied to a chair

7. Jinx threatens to kill Caitlyn herself again

8. Jinx fires a rocket at the council killing Caitlyn's mother

All gifs by @arcanegifs

[spookygibberish]

How do socotna pairings work?

Also do headless and unbodied ever resent their positions? As in lack on autonomy and respective dissolving of lower body lol, I guess since it's a huge spiritual and cultural deal it varies

In Socotna marriages two sets of same sex siblings are required. Here we have the brothers Unbodied Tasapnu and Headless Lasu of House Mitoca, and the sisters Unbodied Heniya and Headless Batab of House Dedēsne, at the ages they would have betrothed. Heniya-Lasu and Tasapnu-Batab would have been Throned in a dual ceremony after coming of age (about a decade older than this art depicts) and then married immediately. Socotna Throne-weddings are probably the most intense non-festival occasions in Hegemonic culture. It’s something I still need to work out the details of.

Throne candidates are trained from a very young age to accept and even anticipate the prospect of being Throned as an ultimate privilege, but that doesn’t mean that they all have the same feelings about it. Ultimately a candidate who is overly reluctant may be reconsidered or passed over for fear they’ll fail as a Throne, so it isn’t impossible to reject the position, though it does leave a stain and can at worst lead to ostracism. In the case of these two, their Thronings and their marriage are something that was preordained for more or less their entire lives, in absentia of any consent. It’s a common situation for Thrones and it’s inevitable some resent it, but many accept it as a necessity and try and make the best of the situation, especially considering the power and privilege of grants. How much a Throne regrets their Throning is something that depends immensely on the hand they happen to be dealt.

And if these guys look familiar, it’s because they’re Masminet’s parents as children.

[justalittlelilac]

Hiii! Since you're asking for prompts... how about sick step 2 Qiu with a high fever? Being clingy and accidentally confessing their love for the MC? 🥺

This is so cute, I'm going to lose my mind.

Caring for a prickly, clingy Qiu Lin

Barely revised and edited. If you see mistakes, no you didn't <3

It wasn’t uncommon for Qiu to not answer when you knocked on their bedroom door, but this was concerning. You shifted the food tray in your hands, trying not to spill the steaming chicken noodle soup that Mrs. Lin had carefully prepared. The familiar smell of ginger filled the hallway, reminding you of all the times you'd eaten dinner at their house.

Silence was still your only greeting from behind the barrier separating you and your friend.

“Qiu? It’s me. Your mom sent me up with some food and medicine for you. Can I come in?” You asked, concern lacing your words. You pressed your ear against the cool wood of the door, straining to hear any sign of life within.

There was a beat of quiet, but from the other side you heard shuffling, something toppling with a hollow thud, and the distinct sound of papers and pens falling to the wood floor. Qiu’s voice reached you, except it sounded more like a muffled groan. You took that as enough acknowledgment to breach the quarantine zone.

Qiu’s room was usually messy, but that could be an understatement compared to the scene you were met with now. Beyond the typical scattered clothes and notes, tissues covered every surface like confetti after a party. Wrappers from various types of snacks and cough drops, and the occasional water bottle were like little islands everywhere.

Extra pillows and blankets were strewn about the floor as if Qiu had rotated between their bed and the cooler surface of the hardwood. Your eyes traced a path to their mattress, which housed a rather miserable looking lump. The top of Qiu’s head was the only thing visible from the blankets.

Approaching slowly, you placed the food tray down on their night stand, nearly knocking off half empty water bottles and their journal. Qiu was turned away from you on their side, eyes closed, cheeks red, and their dark hair loose around their face.

"I'm dead. Go away," they grumbled softly. Their form remained turned away from you.

"That's weird. Dead people don't talk," you quipped, making yourself comfortable on the edge of the mattress. Qiu's face didn't change, not even an eyebrow twitch to indicate they heard you. "I really don't want to bury you," you added when they didn't respond, clearly taking your point into consideration.

After a moment, you shrugged your shoulders and rose, giving a dramatic sigh. "Alright, I guess I'll go get the shovel. I was really hoping it wouldn't have to come to this." You turned to head to the door, intending to just venture downstairs to let Mrs. Lin know you had made the successful delivery.

You hadn't taken three steps before Qiu Lin's head popped up, their hair sticking out every which way and glassy eyed.

"Wait," they croaked. You turned back, trying not to smirk as they avoided your eyes. "I may not be dead, but I am definitely dying," they declared, then sneezed into their elbow as if to prove their point. They flopped back onto the bed like a deflated balloon.

"Ew," you responded with another laugh, returning to your previous sitting position. With a sniffle, they stretched their arm, fumbling around on their night stand, and nearly landing their digits in the bowl of soup. You acted fast, reaching over to supply a clean tissue to their hand. Their tired eyes met yours with a small, grateful smile.

"Thanks," they said, before blowing their nose like trumpet. "What are you doing here anyway?" They blinked at you like they'd completely forgotten about the tray of food right next to them.

"You were dead, remember? Your mom let me in because she knows you'd want someone to mourn you properly."

Qiu rolled their eyes, but their smile stuck around. "She probably would rather have you around anyway." They pushed themselves up against their pillows, which took way more effort than it should have.

"Maybe, but I think she'd miss her only child," you assured optimistically, poking them in the leg. They winced, and you immediately felt bad. "And I would too," you added quickly.

Qiu's cheeks grew redder, though with their fever it was hard to tell if you'd actually made them blush.

"I have been sick for years," they insisted, but their tone was a little lighter than their previous attempts to convince you of their demise.

"You're so dramatic. Here, eat and take your medicine. I command it." You placed the tray in their lap like a stern head nurse. They blinked down at the contents, not realizing it was there until now.

"Chicken noodle soup?" was all they asked, eyes shifting from the steaming bowl of broth, noodles, and veggies to your face.

"Your mom said it's your favorite," you shrugged, watching their expression carefully. They didn't react any further than that, and picked up the spoon to begin eating.

The room grew quiet aside for the occasional slurp, but it was a comfortable kind of quiet, the kind that happens when you've known someone long enough that you don't need to fill every silence.

When they finished, Qiu wiped their mouth with their sleeve, then noticed the napkin on the tray and gave you a sheepish look. You just shook your head and handed them their water bottle and the medicine. Once they'd taken everything, you helped move the tray away.

Qiu shuffled in the bed, sinking back down into the blankets. You assumed that was your cue to leave and stood to do so. Subtly, you felt a tug on your pant leg. Turning to look down, you found Qiu's fingers pinching the fabric. Their eyes were closed, but where their face should have been relaxed, ready for rest, was the furrowed brow of confliction.

"I don't want you to go, but I don't want you to get sick too," they muttered into their blanket.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" You couldn't help grinning. Even sick, Qiu was too fun to tease. Their brows furrowed even harder and the corners of their lips pulled down slightly, as if the pain of repeating themselves was greater than the fever ache.

"I said, I don't want you to go, but I don't want you to get sick," they grumbled out, just slightly clearer than before.

Oh.

You had half expected them to ignore you in favor for not having to repeat themselves. Qiu's eyes opened, and they peered up at you expectantly. It took you a moment to realize you needed to respond.

"Oh, well, I guess I can stay for a little while." You tried to play it cool, but it was hard to ignore the feeling in your chest, a mix of flattery and the excitement that came with having a crush.

"Besides, I have an immune system of steel. I'm pretty sure I have ancestors that were impervious to the black plague or something," you added casually as you sat back down.

You were trying to keep the mood light, remembering how your mom would say that laughter is the best medicine. It was also to reassure Qiu that if they wanted you here, you would stay, sickness or not.

It may not have cured them immediately, but you did catch their smile as they scooched over to give you more room. Their bed wasn't huge, but it was big enough that you could fit next to them with while they propped themselves up again.

There was a beat of silence as the both of you were not quite sure where to go from there, but then Qiu Lin broke the pause.

"Sorry," was all they said. Their eyes darted to your face, and then back down to their lap. "About the whole thing," they tacked on after a pause.

"What?" You asked with your head cocked in confusion. Qiu rolled their lips into their mouth, you could feel the heat radiating off them. Hopefully the fever medicine would kick in soon.

"I just don't want you to be bored," they explained, looking at you with an expression that seemed to be asking more than their words were saying.

"Qiu, you are literally my favorite person to be around, you know that," you said it so simply, like it was a universal fact. "I do have my phone though. We can watch videos or something." You reached into your pocket to pull out your mobile device and wave it subtly.

The tension in their shoulders loosened and they nodded at your suggestion. Qiu was a bit slow, but they eventually settled against you. Their body was burning up against your skin, but you didn't mind. You could handle it.

You pulled up YouTube and clicked on a video you'd watched recently. After a while, Qiu's head dropped onto your shoulder, their breathing getting slower and steadier. When you glanced down, their eyes were closed, face finally relaxed instead of scrunched up in misery.

They let out a content sigh, snuggling closer like your mere presence was the cause of comfort and not the ibuprofen they'd taken.

"Your my favorite person too...you're always there for me...that's why I love you," Qiu murmured so softly, so gently, that it came out like they were expressing it more to themselves than to you. As if they had intended it to be said in their fevered mind than out loud.

If the sound of your video hadn't been playing, one would be able to hear a pin drop. That would be due to your halted breath. Your wide eyes lingered on their relaxed, sleeping face.

"I love you too, Qiu," you whispered the words back to them. They didn't respond. Sleep had claimed them once more. Your attention turned back to the video, dissecting what hat just transpired.

Eventually, you did leave Qiu and the Lin residence when you were sure your friend was deep in sleep. Your thoughts were scattered, unsure if Qiu's words were that of a friend or more.

But you didn't get a chance to bring it up, because two days later, the tables turned completely. You and Qiu had switched places as the patient and caregiver.

You were convinced your friend must have had the plague with how bad you were feeling. They called you dramatic in return.

"Maybe it's not the plague, maybe it's a different disease," you mumbled incoherently into your pillow. You were sweating like no tomorrow and the only reason your face was pressed to the soft surface was because it was cooler than the air around you. "Now I'm the one who is going to die and it's going to be all your fault Qiu Lin," you groaned.

Qiu laughed, crawling onto your bed to sit beside you, a mirror image from when they were sick.

"You can't die. If you do, how will I tell you 'I love you more' when you say 'I love you too'?"

You turned your face to theirs, the heat rising in your cheeks was absolutely definitely from the fever, and not from what Qiu had just said. They were giving you that soft lopsided smile they always did as they brushed a piece of hair from your sweat drenched forehead.

"Okay." It was all you could respond for the moment. "I won't die then."

[shkika]

If W1 and Gabe ever find a truce, would Gabriel get annoyed by W1 talking to itself all the time or would they actually have good conversations between the 2 of them? Would Gabriel ask why the two of them decided to fuse in the first place? Are they even able to speak?? Who does the speaking??

(So many questions sorry!!! 😫)

Small assortment of low-effort fun doodles where Gabriel actually brings W1 to heaven for you anon!

First of all all of W1's internal dialogue is very much internal. The two brains constantly talk to each other in there silently. So if anything it will be eerily silent, because it'd simply forget to communicate what it's thinking about. VV1 simply has no inherent need to include anyone else in it's conversations with itself.

W1 does have a voice synthesizer and both of them speak. Both are very loose with what the other is allowed to say and I mean VERY. In addition, if they get too excited and try to use the voice synthesizer at the same time it gets super buggy!

As for Gabriel I think he lacks very important context and information about W1 as a whole. He doesn't even know or assume the machine is actually a buy one get one for free kind of deal. I think he'd be a bit..? Weirded out?

Not that he hasn't seen enough horrors, by all means hes desensitized. But Ultrakill's hell is full with quite a few entities that are all about unwillingly sharing a body and using that as torture. W1 enjoying it's predicament is... interesting..? It's curious even! He'd definitely ask it why it is the way it is!

... And many other questions too probably!!!! There's a lot to be curious about with this bug.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Mayhaps your thoughts on how foul legacy/childe would view and interact with a Divine Creator trope?

i assume you mean SAGAU where you're viewed as a god rather than as an imposter, and ask and ye shall receive!!!

although he serves the Tsaritsa, Childe's true devotion lies with you, like almost all of the Harbingers. the Divine Creator, the one who carefully crafted Teyvat and all who live there, hung the stars in the sky, mapped out the cycle of fate- truly, your power surpasses all of Celestia and the Abyss, and Childe is only happy to bow to the one who gave life to the world. Foul Legacy worships you even more somehow, the entire Abyss holding you in reverence, as the one who gives them strength while all above the surface scorn them. he's sworn to serve the Creator, should he ever meet you- what will he become at your hands? a servant? an assassin? a weapon of war? whatever you decree his fate to be, Foul Legacy accepts it with open arms and a steeled conviction

none of these, as it turns out. you're quiet and uncertain when you meet Childe- quite odd for such a powerful deity- but your eyes light up when he tries to show you his use through his Foul Legacy transformation, reaching up towards him with a soft smile. Legacy tilts his head curiously with a chitter- perhaps you want him to be at your height? - and lowers his head slowly. but you simply put a hand in his hair, ruffling the coppery locks and scritching behind his twisted horns, and Foul Legacy's single, crystalline eye flares, then dims as he melts against your touch. Childe's Abyssal half begins to purr, carefully slumping onto the ground so he can focus entirely on leaning against your hand, being as close as possible. your smile grows with delight, and all of Teyvat hums with your happiness as you pet and caress a rumbling Foul Legacy, both of you gazing at each other adoringly

the Creator said, to the Eleventh Harbinger, "Please, be my friend." and so he agreed, and never left

[deerspherestudios]

Evening! I was a bit late for playing day 3 but when I did get around to it OMG CHEEA YOU HAVE DONE ABSOLUTELY WONDERFULLY WITH THE NEW INSTALMENT!!! The animations, the new sprites, the story overall SHDIUCSABSDHDBCA, chef's kiss! Day 3 is my absolute favorite so far!!! It shows us so many new and different sides of Mychael, his playful teasing with ruffling our hair, his honestly eerily threatening demeanour (honestly that one scene where he grabbed our wrist and yelled at us just sdiubciscni mychael pls chill bro), and especially tickling him?!! I was fully planning a frontal attack like mc had but he's saved by the kettle… for now >:3 I cannot emphasise how much of an emotional rollercoaster and how much I was invested into every single part of every single scene!! (i was honestly smilling like an idiot for the most of it/pos)

I absolutely adore mychael as a person because he genuinely feels so alive, someone I would honestly love to be friends with and just hang out about!! Gentle giant mushroom man with crippling social anxiety, mychael you lovable man hhhhhh. But in all honesty, that smack we did on the beginning of the third day is deserved. Sorry not sorry mychael but you have to learn to properly communicate, I will make it my mission to make you thoroughly understand how important proper communication is if you want to befriend someone! The little cooking scene too!! Honestly cheea, on every single meal time I always go back to see every single food option cause every single one makes me hungry, they all look so tasty and very scrumptious, and iusdhcisuadhaiusdh mychael you absolute madlad for learning all of these things on your own like how?!?

Thank you so so so very much for making the game and mychael cheea, no proper amount of words can properly describe how I absolutely love your creations. Please do rest properly and take the time you need to relax for a while. And please do remember to take care and stay hydrated!

Aaaa a a thank you for the ki n d wor d s <3 < 3 < 3 ,, .

[attleboy]

Oh my goodness I love love love the illustration of Pomni and Caine laying down on the grass!

Can we get a closer look at your design for Caine? I like how you added black and gold accents to him :>

thank you!! and i'll GLADLY share a better look!!!! :D i'm very happy for an excuse to get out a solid reference for one of my more altered designs andddddd to yap a little hehehe i'll stick the "change log" so to speak under the cut...

added black and gold accents via epaulettes, cuffs and buttons as well as changing some pre-existing accents to gold (for pizazz and to really emphasize the ringmaster thing... makes him look a bit more "in charge"? also i really like yellow so i wanted more of that)

higher heels and more bowtie (just exagerrating design aspects i was fond of... stylish!! :))))

3d shirt collar that pops out (i felt like making this empty and "cut off" draws attention to the fact that his head is just a floating pair of teeth, which i think is jarring and i like that!! it's also just fun to draw)

in summary i wanted more pizazz, more of my favorite color, and more fun stuff to draw!! ^-^ very self-indulgent but that's what art is for i guess...

[popcornkwantum]

"Jerry is Lincoln's and Scary's biological son, which means teen pregnancy" or "Jerry is adopted"

NO.

It's Scam Likely again

What's the one good thing that Grant and Marco got out of Scams shitty wedding gift? Their son Lincoln. So Scam has learned that the best gift at a wedding is giving someone a child of course