#slow hoho

[anika010397]

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh

[5threquiem]

[alexmacc]

was super inspired by slow burn by j. maya :) -

"i used to think that love was like the stories: a princess feeling lonely, trapped inside a tower" "tell me how come there's no dragons in these halls?"

[beatlepaul4ever]

Ol’ pigeon chest himself.

5/29/2024

Our fag of the day is Paul McCartney!

[ace-with--a-mace]

just spent 3 hours untwisting and retwisting my hair

[toruskiii]

Love Delivery!

Synopsis: Balancing part-time food delivery with a busy school schedule is no easy task. One day, while on a delivery, you find yourself awkwardly waiting at the door of a luxurious apartment. Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing a handsome, albeit annoyingly rich, man. Genre: Romance, fluff, slow-burn?? (modern au!) Character: Aventurine x fem!reader Warnings: Hot sassy men apocalypse, maybe this will have a part 2 or smth idk

[masterlist] [about me]

Ding!

Someone has placed an order near your set area.

You glance at the notification on your screen, just as you’re snapping a picture of the food you’ve delivered to the nice granny’s house. The elderly lady smiles politely, waiting patiently as you finish taking the photo.

“Ah, another order, young lady?” she croaks out, offering a small, grateful bow when you hand her the plastic bag of food. “Thank you so much, hoho. I’m sorry to trouble you young folks, but it’s hard for my old bones to get around, you know?” She chuckles, giving your shoulder a gentle pat.

You smile at her and shake your head, waving off her concern. "It's no problem, granny. It's my job, after all." After bidding farewell to the old lady, you put on your helmet, hop back on your bike, and accept the new order request.

Penacony's Clock Diner? Wait-

You quickly check the location set for your food delivery, confused by the address. You're all the way in Aurem Alley, and the customer wants food from Penacony? Ridiculous.

Location Set: Xianzhou Luofu.

How is this guy even able to send his request to you?

You double-check the address, noticing the system listing it as Fyxestroll Garden. What the hell? There aren’t any apartment complexes at Fyxestroll Garden!

Puzzled, you pull over to the side of the road and open the map on your phone, trying to make sense of it. Fyxestroll Garden is a well-known public park, famous for its serene walking paths and meticulously kept gardens. You can’t recall any buildings, let alone residential ones, in the area. You tap on the address again, hoping it’s a mistake or a glitch, but the coordinates remain unchanged.

Maybe it’s a new complex that just opened? you wonder. Or could it be some sort of exclusive residence hidden within the park?

Not long after, another text message pops up on your screen, and it's from the guy.

Frustration boils within you as you read the message, your temper nearing its breaking point. The blazing sun beats down mercilessly, intensifying your irritation as you stand near the dock, contemplating a plunge into the cooling waters below. How could this customer be so careless as to mess up their address, leaving you to contend with this sweltering heat and an hour-long detour?

And curse this app for its lack of a proper cancellation feature!

With a frustrated groan, you glance at the text, feeling the resistance of your bike's wheels grow heavier as you open the GPS. You're tempted to unleash a torrent of curses at the customer for exploiting some loophole in the app, forcing you to exert yourself just to deliver his order. He better be prepared to tip generously for this inconvenience.

To reach Penacony, your best bet is to take the Astral Express train— a mode of transportation you've used before but disliked immensely. The erratic jumps and occasional turbulence make for a nerve-wracking journey. And that conductor… Was it just fatigue playing tricks on your mind, or did they really have bunny ears…?

You sigh heavily as you enter the station, swiping your pass before parking your bike and leaning against it. Your gaze drifts to the TV hanging on the wall, checking the schedule to see when the train will arrive. Fifteen minutes? Well, there's no escaping it now…

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You feel like hurling yourself into outer space.

Not only did the restaurant forget to prepare the order, but you're also stuck in a conversation with one of the servers who insists on cracking the most cringeworthy jokes.

"There's no such thing as a bad joke, only lousy comedians who can't deliver them!" the server— Jay, apparently. boasts. Doesn't this guy have other customers to attend to? Good grief. You're tempted to point out that he's no better than those lousy comedians, but you're not that mean— and you definitely don't want to risk losing your job.

"Order number 38! One sarmale and one classic soulglad!" a worker calls out, providing a convenient distraction as you hastily grabbed the food and rush over to your bike— just in time for your phone to start chiming with multiple notifications.

Fuming with frustration, you run a hand through your hair, pedaling away as fast as your legs can carry you to the designated location. One hand grips the handlebars tightly while the other clutches your phone, fingers jabbing at the screen as you send panicked voicemails to the careless customer.

"I'm on my way! I'll be there soon!" you breathe out, your voice strained with urgency, weaving through traffic with reckless abandon. You're so preoccupied that you didn't even bother with your helmet, leaving it hanging on the basket of your bike as you speed along. The wind rushes past you, whipping your hair back as you scream into your phone.

"I'm practically flying to your place. Just hold on!" you seethe, narrowly avoiding collisions with other vehicles. You swear you catch a glimpse of a pair of blue-haired siblings shooting you a skeptical glance as you whiz by. No one's going to meet their demise on my watch.

(Maybe a few might with the way you're on the verge of causing car crashes.)

With determination fueling every pedal, you push yourself to the limit, determined to reach the customer's location before they decide to relocate to another universe altogether.

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Upon stepping into the lounge of the apartment complex, you stand there, utterly flabbergasted.

The sight before you is nothing short of opulent. Everyone here is dressed to the nines in fancy attire, oozing sophistication and wealth. I mean, what did you expect? That the guy who ordered the food would settle for anything less than extravagance? 1800 credits for a soda?

But even knowing that, you weren't prepared for the sheer luxury of it all. Marble floors greet you the moment you enter, with plush velvet red sofas arranged in elegant clusters at every corner. The vases of plants adorning the marble countertops probably cost more than your entire monthly rent.

The sprawling expanse of rooms lining the halls seems to stretch on endlessly, giving you the impression that you've stumbled into a palace rather than an apartment complex. You can't help but feel like a humble peasant as you approach the lobby manager, your attire— a mishmash of sweaty clothes and a random jacket—paling in comparison to the impeccably tailored suits of the residents. Are you checking into an apartment or a castle?

What catches you off guard is the realization that most of the people milling about in this opulent setting are students. Students! You recognize familiar faces in the crowd— classmates from the same campus you attend.

"Hello, I'm here to deliver an order for room number ███," you murmur to the manager, noting the slight stress in her demeanor as she punches in the room number to confirm the request. Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise when she directs you to the Platinum room.

The Platinum room? Your mind races with questions as you make your way through the halls, the extravagant surroundings only adding to your bewilderment. What kind of student lives in the Platinum room of an apartment complex like this?

Here you stand, face to face with the imposing wooden door adorned with intricate golden trimmings, feeling as though your bank account is slowly draining with each passing moment. You raise a hand to knock, furrowing your brows in confusion when there's no immediate answer.

"Hey, it's me. I'm here to deliver your food," you call out, giving the door another firm knock. Still, there's no response. Seriously?

Technically, you could just leave the food at his door and be done with it. But something about the luxuriousness of this apartment complex makes you hesitate. It wouldn't reflect well on you to simply abandon the delivery outside, especially in such an upscale setting. (You internally roll your eyes at the absurdity of it all.)

As the door finally creaks open, you're poised to unleash the most scathing side-eye you can muster— ready to give this guy a piece of your mind for keeping you waiting (and running). But as your gaze meets his, you freeze.

You'd seen his profile picture on the app before, but you'd doubted that a man so devastatingly handsome could possibly exist in real life. You'd convinced yourself that it was probably some sort of prank or scam, someone using a fake photo to lure in unsuspecting victims.

But now, standing before you, is a man who defies all logic. His golden, tousled locks frame a face so strikingly beautiful it steals your breath away. His eyes— oh, those eyes— they're like pools of sapphire surrounded by a halo of lavender. You feel your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment as you struggle to find your voice, your words caught in your throat like a lump of lead.

He gazes back at you, those mesmerizing eyes flickering with mild curiosity as he tilts his head inquisitively. "Hm? Ah, it's you," he says, breaking the spell of silence that had enveloped you. But you can hardly hear him over the thunderous pounding of your heart, which seems to be screaming one thing over and over again: He's even more breathtaking in person.

You mentally slap yourself, shaking off the remnants of your daze as you stumble over your words, handing him his bag of food with trembling hands. "R-right, sorry to keep you waiting. Here's your food, sir," you manage to stutter out, inwardly cursing yourself for apologizing. Why am I apologizing? He's the one who's in the wrong here!

He lets out a soft chuckle, and you swear the sun must be finding its way to shine through the walls of the complex as your ears burn at the mere sound of his laugh. It's so calming, so captivating, that you feel like you're floating in a dream.

"No, no. Don't apologize. It's my fault for entering the wrong address," he reassures you, his voice smooth as silk. His fingers brush over yours as he reaches for his food, sending an electric shock through your entire body at the brief contact. You can't help but notice how his gaze softens as he opens the plastic bag to check the contents, a small hum of satisfaction escaping his lips at the sight of the still-warm food. You decide not to question it— perhaps he's just feeling a bit homesick.

You continue to awkwardly stand there, your hands fidgeting nervously in your pockets as you struggle to find something to say. "So, uh, your total is 6500 credits, sir," you finally manage to blurt out, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck.

He blinks in mild surprise, a small "ah" escaping his lips before he nods, disappearing momentarily back into his apartment. He returns a moment later, wallet in hand, a mischievous smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Since I've troubled you so much, how much do you want me to pay you back with, hm?" he teases, his tone playful.

You stare at him, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. Well, he did put you through quite a bit of trouble, making you trek all over town just to deliver two measly items. But still, the thought of asking for more money makes you feel incredibly awkward and embarrassed. "No, that…that won't be necessary," you choke out, feeling your palms grow sweaty with nervousness. "There's no need—"

"I insist," he interrupts, his tone firm yet strangely charming.

Well, damn. You're caught between feeling grateful for his generosity and feeling utterly mortified at the prospect of asking for more payment. But with his insistence ringing in your ears, you find yourself reluctantly nodding in agreement, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"1000 credits is fine," you mumble, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of asking for more money.

"Just 1000?" he repeats, narrowing his eyes at you with a slight frown. "That's quite low, considering the trouble I've put you through," he adds, his fingers skimming through his wallet in search of more credits.

As he rummages through his wallet, you can't help but notice his student card peeking out from among the bills. Your lips part in shock as you realize he's a student at the IPC—yeah, he's definitely rich. You should have haggled for more money.

"Are— do you major in accounting…?" you blurt out before you can stop yourself, your eyes darting to his card. He hums in response, shaking his head. "Nah, fashion. I can't count."

The two of you maintain eye contact for a few moments, and you find yourself staring at him dumbly while he gives you a cat-like grin.

"Did you actually buy that? I'm joking. I major in both finance and accounting."

You can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at his flippant attitude. This man radiates fuck-boy energy, and you're starting to have second thoughts. Does he get a pass because of his looks, or is it because of his looks that he gets a pass?

"Oh," is all you can manage to answer as he hands you a random stack of credits.

You stare dumbfounded at his outstretched hand, uncertainty flickering in your eyes as you glance back and forth between the stash of credits and his gaze. "Huh? How much is this?" you inquire, still hesitant to accept the payment.

"Does it really matter?" he scoffs, nudging you playfully. "1000 credits is way too little, and I don't like scamming people. I don't stoop that low," he chuckles, his tone light despite the seriousness of the situation. When you don't budge, he feels a twitch in his eye before suddenly grabbing your jacket and tugging at your pockets, causing you to let out a startled yelp. "Hey! What the hell—"

Ignoring your protest, he shoves the credits inside your pocket with lazy nonchalance, letting out a whistle of satisfaction before releasing his hold. "There. Now just think of it as you were robbed in reverse," he quips, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"That's not helping!"

"It's not like your boss or whoever's in charge of the app will check your pockets, right? I'm just giving you tips, there's nothing wrong with that," he shrugs, struggling to hold back a snort at how visibly annoyed you look. If this were any other person, like an 'actual' adult or man, he'd brush it off and just toss a random wad of tips your way before politely closing the door. Maybe he'd pause for a pretty lady— well, you are a pretty lady.

But he can tell you're a student, just like him, probably working your ass off just to make ends meet. Hey, he doesn't judge. Plus, it's kind of fun to tease people occasionally, and you remind him of another acquaintance of his who's majoring in medicine.

"So, anything else?" he murmurs, leaning casually against the doorframe, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You can't help but feel a mix of irritation and amusement at his nonchalant attitude. "No, that's it," you reply tersely, your voice tinged with annoyance. You can't wait to get out of here and put this bizarre encounter behind you.

He nods in acknowledgment, his smirk widening ever so slightly. "Alright then. Take care, pretty," he says, offering you a lazy wave before shutting the door gently behind him.

As you make your way back to your bike, you can't help but replay the encounter in your mind, wondering just what the hell just happened. This guy is definitely one of a kind, that's for sure.

As you swiftly exit the complex and pedal back to the train station, a dull headache begins to gnaw at your temples. You have other pending orders waiting for you back in Luofu, and the thought of having to navigate through the city once more only adds to your growing exhaustion. Yet, amidst the fatigue, a small swell of warmth tugs at your heart at the thought of not getting his number.

Sure, he provided his contact information when he placed the order, but with a guy like him, you're almost certain it's just his business line or something equally impersonal. Besides, it would feel a bit creepy to text him out of the blue. What would you even say?

'Hey, I thought you were cute after making me run laps around the city and deal with an annoying server, hmu?'

No way, that's beyond pathetic. Plus, you'd risk losing face.

Lost in your thoughts, you arrive back at the train station, your hands absentmindedly reaching up to touch your flushed cheeks, still tingling from the encounter. He's undeniably attractive, and you can't shake the nagging feeling that he probably already has a girlfriend— or several. Besides, you should be focusing on your studies, not getting involved with some rich fuck boy.

Ding!

Huh?

You're snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a notification chiming on your phone. With a curious frown, you unlock your device to see what it is.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you read the notification, your eyes widening in disbelief. What the hell is wrong with this guy? 10,000 credits? Is he insane?

With trembling hands, you quickly fish out the money he gave you from your pockets, counting through the stack under your breath to keep your panic in check. "6, 7, 8… 9…" you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper as you realize he gave you thrice the amount needed.

Your fingers tap frantically on your phone screen as you type out a response, your words rushed and panicked. "Dude, you gave me thrice the amount needed already—stop."

As you stare at the screen, your mind reels with disbelief. He just willingly gave you his phone number— and he thinks you're cute?

It's a little funny, in a surreal sort of way, that the entire conversation is still ongoing within the food service app. Here you are, exchanging private messages with each other despite the platform's intended purpose.

You gulp, feeling the heat rise to the tips of your ears. Your brows knit together in a mixture of disbelief and slight annoyance, the memory of the earlier encounter still fresh in your mind. After all, he did put you through quite a bit of trouble with that address mix-up.

Should you add him?

"…"

You're caught off guard as a strong gust of wind rushes past you, fluttering your hair in its wake as the Astral Express train arrives. The station immediately becomes crowded, and you struggle to maneuver your bike into the passenger compartment as people squeeze past you. Finally, you manage to park your bike and squeeze yourself into an empty corner to avoid blocking anyone.

As everyone settles into their seats and grips the handles, the doors of the train shut, and the conductor announces the next stop. You let out a sigh, knowing it'll be another 20 or so stops before you reach Luofu…

Glancing back at your phone, your fingers tap onto it mindlessly, the cabin now quiet save for the occasional cries of children or chatter between friends.

Your gaze softens as a new notification pops up.

Aventurine (loser of a customer) is now saved into your contacts.

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Ding!

"Good evening to you again, pretty delivery lady."

[shkika]

THERE WE HAVE IT! Scugified all of the local group by putting them in the same situation as Sliver or Straw more or less!

These are mostly for fun so I haven't sat down to ponder them too hard hehe hoho

Explanation on their designs below the cut:

The Martyr (LTTM) - He's very tough, more cold resistant and capable of surviving one or two lizard bites even due to his sheer size, which makes him very slow. In addition, kind of like Saint, he is completely passive and cannot kill creatures.

The Prodigy (FP) - Very quick and also fully carnivorous! Her fur is very light so she has to use her food pips in order to glow and warm herself up. Can maul like Artificer while having the strength of Monk. You'll mostly be chasing bat flies with her.

The Sage (SRS) - They are completely blind so you navigate the world and map using your hearing and other senses. It looks like you are in pitch darkness in shaded with the iggy effect when it shows you the surrounding area. You can see every creature on the map that's in the room with you or the next one. She can also make pearls using rocks!

The Nomad (NSH) - Always moving from one area to the next, you can’t rest in the same shelter twice, unless you exit the area and come back. She can also camouflage kind of like white lizards do and crouch move while camouflaged.

The Judge (GW) - The Judge doesn’t ascend every creature. He’s relatively fast and has strong spear throws. If you are killed with the Judge, next cycle the creature will be marked for you on the map at all times. If you ignore the mark The Judge loses karma and vice versa gains one karma if you commit to the kill.

The Acolyte (UI) - He’s small and emits light with which he can befriend certain creatures and gain protection from them! He crawls slower than average and can only carry one item ar a time, because of his missing hand, but jumps higher.

[reveluving]

I AM BACK AGAIN WITH MY HEAD IN HANDS AND HORNY BRUCE WAYNE ON MY MIND I NEED THAT MAN ABSOLUTELY INSANELY DESPERATE FOR BATMOM. SOMETHINNG ABOUT THE URGE.... DELICIOUS

BRB MICROWAVE NOISES ARE HAPPENING IN MY HEEEEAD 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

writing milf!Batmom was bound to happen at some point lol I was waiting for the day to finally happen fr fr SO HERE ❤

warnings: smut (18+ content, minors DNI!)

Look, with that many kids in the household, did you really think no one's going to talk about how sexy of a mother Mrs Wayne is?

Don't get me wrong, Bruce being called a DILF is not uncommon! Just look at him; a rich and respectable hunk of a man, who is also a father of six children and counting? So much hotter than when he was known as a playboy all those years ago. It was only natural for the public to talk about the missus in question as well.

Who could've possibly been the one to finally tame the Bruce Wayne and better yet, encouraged him into the married life?

You, obviously, and boy, did the public understand why.

No matter how much the media tries to deny it, they can never ignore your beauty, your grace, and dare I say, your MILF-ness.

C'mon, everyone's eyes were always on you the second you'd step foot into the gala. Oh, Mrs Wayne is here, in her new silky, silt-cut dress, matchint heels and jewellery that complements your every feature?

Sign me the fuck up!

You may have acknowledged the reputation bestowed upon you, but what you didn't realized was just how strong that power was.

But, of course, your reputation comes with a bit of a price to pay. Not by you, but by your children.

If there was one thing Dick, Jason and Tim were especially too familiar of hearing, especially on social media, it's about you, and the Internet can be very open with their thoughts. People are getting too comfortable on the app, as one would say.

While there was no denying that you were in fact beautiful, they were still your sons, and to see such language about you was almost as traumatic as seeing you and Bruce fooling around in bed.

• 'Mrs Wayne is so hot??? HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HER IN THOSE HEELS??? GYAT'

• 'I've seen her IRL when I was visiting her café and let me tell you; photos do NOT DO HER JUSTICE 🥵'

• 'If my future husband and I don't give Bruce and (Y/N) Wayne energy, I don't want it ☝🏼🤨'

• 'mrs wayne's thighs appreciation: a thread that will having you SCREAMING [includes 10+ photos]'

That last one in particular had an intimidating number of likes, mind you. As if their own set of fans weren't a lot to deal with already.

But hoho, if we're talking about Bruce Wayne's opinion on the matter?

Picture this.

It's like watching an edit of your favourites; going from a random video of you adorably scrunching up your nose to BAM—a slow-mo of you looking like a literal model. How or where anyone's ever gotten that footage from was uncertain, but if you asked Bruce if he's ever seen that video before?

Chances are, he'd say yes.

Repeatedly, even.

Hell, he might've saved it somewhere, amongst other 'tresures', for educational purposes.

He acknowledges the fact that you may be a teenage boy's fantasy, the dream trophy wife of many men, regardless if they were in their lonesome or in a tasteless marriage, but in the end of the day, you were his, just as he was yours.

And while he has the means to save your most intimate moments via his greatest machines, he actually prefers the good ol' polaroid. Saving at least a couple of boudoir photos in his pocket, wallet, the Batmobile, locked away in one of the Batcomputer's rack and much more. Whether they're photos of you lying on your stomach cross-legged in your lingerie, or even a picture of the two of you, glistening in sweat and naked in front of the mirror, he never ran short of his precious 'supplies', and he has more where that came from.

Knowing he was the only one able to not only see you, but make you writhe and scream and cum in his bed—in your bed, around his cock? He could die a happy man, truly. And he'll do just about anything you ask him to, no question?

Want his fingers inside you while he smothers his face in between your breasts? Certainly.

Want him to lie back so you can straddle his face and make you cum with that talented tongue of his? You don't have to tell him twice.

Want him to take your dress and lingerie off so slowly, even though his cock is aching to be touched by those sweet hands of yours? Say no more.

That man is always hungry for you, borderline desperate even, but what's new.

But, if it ever goes down to you, or when the public gets too comfortable voicing out, especially in front of you, and it clearly rubs you the wrong way, best believe he'll do something about.

He doesn't need the comments of others to know how sexy of a woman his wife really is, after all.

I wanted to write smut for this, considering it is a milf!batmom after all, but we all know how long it takes for me to do that HAHA I hope y'all still liked this one tho! Please don't forget to leave some sugar! ❤

[thexvthmember]

I’ve been sitting on this for a while, but I finally feel confident enough to post this ehe

Ahem-

It is my pleasure to introduce my Twisted Wonderland Fan-Dorm and Characters,

Sempermare!

Semper - (Latin) Always, Forever

Mare- (Latin) Sea

Welcome to Sempermare Dorm

A dorm based on the Legendary Pirates’ spirit of Intrepidness. Twisted from Peter Pan.

Those whose souls reveal their nature to belong to Sempermare are the bold and the brave, born adventurers waiting for their call to action. They crave all things this world has to offer, whether riches, knowledge or glory; it is their destiny to always seek new sights, sounds and feelings, to embrace and seize a new day.

The Legendary Pirate, once a chivalrous outlaw that sailed every sea of Twisted Wonderland, who became a great hero tangled in an epic quest to save the Isles of the Never Moor from a dastardly villain known as The Young One. One of the first humans to befriend a fae, he was guided on his journey by a beautiful Pixie, freed the Isles and brought peace back to those magical lands. Legends say that upon his death, in the Pixie’s mourning of her dear companion, she lifted his ship into the skies of Twisted Wonderland to sail among the stars.

Colors; Magenta, Red

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🪝 Housewarden § Henri de Marino 🪝

Age: 19

Birthday: May 29th

Height: 175 cm

Dominant Hand: Right

Grade: Junior

Homeland: Sunshine Lands

Best Subject: Magic Analysis

Club: Fencing Club

Hobbies: Tinkering with his prosthetic

Pet Peeves: Consistent repetitive sounds

Favorite Food: Codfish Casserole

Least Favorite Food: Octopus

Talent: Navigating without a map

“Do you hear that? It’s the sound of the winds of change calling, my friend!”

Housewarden of Sempermare. A carefree and curious young man with a flair for the dramatic, always chasing new experiences and opportunities. His brash attitude belies the care and willingness to lend a hand to anyone he considers a part of his ‘crew’.

Signature Spell: Onto Neverland

Allows Henri to grant himself and anyone he chooses the ability to fly. The more people he uses this spell on, the shorter the flight time.

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⚓️ Vice-Housewarden § Read Kipling ⚓️

Age: 18

Birthday: July 8th

Height: 158 cm

Dominant Hand: Left

Grade: Junior

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Best Subject: Animal Linguistics

Club: Fencing Club

Hobbies: Sewing

Pet Peeves: Reading glasses fogging up

Favorite Food: Kiwi soda

Least Favorite Food: Codfish

Talent: Swordplay

“Aye aye Cap’n! Come on, you try too, it’s fun!”

Vice-Housewarden of Sempermare. A student whose ability to keep a cool head borders on obliviousness. Even so, it’s thanks to his calming demeanor contrasting Henri’s oft-reckless behavior that Sempermare is able to keep order as well as it does.

Signature Spell: All Hands On Deck

Allows Read to share a large portion of his own magical energy with another person. This can even grant a non-mage the ability to use magic for a limited time.

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🐊 Student § Tricket Thomas 🐊

Age: 17

Birthday: December 27th

Height: 180 cm

Dominant Hand: Right

Grade: Sophomore

Homeland: Sunset Savanna

Best Subject: History of Magic

Club: Film Research Club

Hobbies: Collecting antique pocket watches

Pet Peeves: People running away from him

Favorite Food: Boiled Mud Crabs

Least Favorite Food: Snake meat

Talent: Enhanced Hearing

“O-hoho? Did you really think you’d be able to sneak up on me? Well aren’t you silly!”

Behind the ever-present, menacing and pointed smile, this reptilian beastman is a true gentleman whose goal is to make as many new friends as possible. Unfortunately, his appearance, mannerisms and social cluelessness often lead to others being frightened of him.

Signature Spell: Tick-Tock-Time

Allows Tricket to either slow or accelerate the speed of objects. This spell cannot be cast on people or animals, only inanimate objects.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoy my characters and ideas for this Dorm! I know a Peter Pan Dorm isn’t exactly original, but as one of my favorite classic Disney films, this was one I HAD to make. I plan to make Dorm Uniform card versions with an attempt to somewhat follow Yana’s style, so I suppose that’s something y’all can look forward to! Thank you again for your time.

This is XV, signing off for now~!

[majimasleftasscheek]

All the artists i see always ask their followers what their art tastes like.. but the real question is.. What do you, as the artist, think your art tastes like??

(I absolutely adore your art btw, send my hugs to Goromi. :3)

hrmmmm interesterizing 🤔

I like to think my comics are like a mix of flavors depending on what they're about and what someone takes away from them so it's very dependent on the person. if they're fuzzy and cute then a fluffy dessert type thing 😋 for me it's either chocolate or ube ice cream ohoho

wholesome and funny can be like some satisfying soul food. a nice slow cooked salmon comes to mind or my mom's chicken adobo houghhh

sad/upsetti stuff prolly like something that elicits a nostalgic reaction. for me I would assign a certain brand of cheese sticks I used to get when I was a kid lmao. I loved these cheese sticks until they changed the recipe one day and now they're disgustang. but I yearn for them ever more like the albatross yearns for the southern seas

now the porn, THE PORN hrmmmm I would say something you could eat a ton of forever. for me that's mushrooms god I love mushrooms. but! that would be for me in particular 🤔 I'm ace and I don't really get anything from smut unless it's about my ocs or fav characters then I can be like more pls in a very goblin coded way :3 for someone else, it might be like a lil treat or lean towards the soul food sorta dealio or maybe they be like me hoho

my illustrations give me fancy drink sort of vibes?? like every now and then I get boba or something like that but lots of variety 👀

my quick lil goober doodles be like those jelly cups that you suck out and then choke on sdaklgjklsdag

also thank you so much 🤗 I've never really thought much about my own feelings towards my art outside of "is this good or stinky" so this was fun~

[i-identify-tanks-in-posts]

Greetings Mutual, I was reading a comic and found this doodle:

I thought it was interesting, so I looked it up; and it's real

But it only has one barrel :( I agree with the artist, if two doesn't work, simply add more until it does

Though I am curious about your opinion on multi-gun tanks / SPA. Disappointed with the Kremlin's cowardice, Bronzeageprolapse

Oh-hoho, not so fast, my friend.

While you are correct that the final production model of the Koalitsyia had only one barrel, there were at least 2 prototypes that adopted the 2 barrel look seen above. As a matter of fact, I've covered them in an early post.

As far as tanks/SPGs with multiple cannons, I'm of two minds on the topic. On one hand, it's wildly impractical, and makes for overcomplicated, oversized, slow, and cramped vehicles, without much advantage over a well-trained crew and a single gun.

On the other hand, it's rad as fuck.

[kattythingz]

“Man, and I thought I was a monster!” Wrath tips back his head and laughs as Ed staggers back to his feet. He takes childish joy in pointing a finger at Ed and laughing harder. “Look at your face! You’re all scaly and gross now! A real snake, huh?! Are you angry, Ed? Are you going to bite me with your venom or claw me with your talons? Careful, you might scare everyone else with a real monster, then!” “Have you looked in a mirror lately?” Ed sneers, gaining the briefest pause from Wrath. "You probably see the ugliness whenever Izumi looks at you. Her traitorous, little rat of a so—” “DON’T CALL ME HER SON!” Ed lifts his spear just in time to block the predictable attack.

Close-ups of Ed's injuries under the cut~

Ed's blood is sparkly, thank you for (not) asking!! He's red-blooded because of Trisha, but the golden specks are "light", courtesy of Hoho. The Primordial Light has to grant some pretty special blood, after all, even to a mere demigod.

Ed also has two tears in his wing, both from Wrath (03). The larger one is from this fic, but the smaller one near the base... Well, let's just say tearing off a fury's wing isn't as easy as the rumors surrounding Mustang make it sound.

It is, however, slow enough that Greed gets an eyeful when he follows the sound of Ed's screams.

(Wrath does not revive for weeks after Greed's intervention. He makes sure the rat stays dead for as long as hell allows.)

[cubicle-eyes]

Knuckles

Edalyn Clawthorne x child!reader

Platonic, obviously

Reader is Eda's first adopted kid, right before King.

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Eda is sat comfortably on the couch, King curled up on her lap, Luz and Y/N at school with their friends, safe and sound. Yep, today was gonna be a slow day of drinking Apple Blood and watching those human work out tapes again. She still didn't understand why they had a plot, though. King jumped when the door creaked open, and Y/N peeked through nervously. Eda sat up, furrowing her brows.

"Uh-uh, you're supposed to be at-"

Y/N steps fully through the door and Eda's jaw drops. King rushes over with her as she cups Y/N's face, examining the bruise and bloody nose.

"Oh hoho, I cannot wait to fight a kid. Wait, no, what happened?"

Y/N sniffled, and their lip started to quiver.

"I.. Me and... Luz was getting.."

"Where is she? Is she still at school? How did you get here without being caught? Titan, sit down, You're shaking like a leaf."

Y/N sits obediently, and Eda puts her hands on her hips, confusion lacing her features. Y/N grips the couch tightly, digging his nails into the fabric. Eda sighs, leaning over slightly to stare at the floor.

"Alright, start again, kiddo."

"Luz was getting.. Not really, uh, picked on but- Um, she wasn't happy because Boscha was making fun of her, so I maybe might've, uh, punched her? Then she retaliated with magic, but you said not to use magic for things like this because it wasn't fair so-"

"Hold on, hold on. So this Boscha girl was beating you up?"

"No! Well, yeah, but I deserved it! I did punch he- Mom?"

Eda had pulled a crow phone from her hair, calling the school. She stomped into the kitchen, and Y/N could hear her snarking off to the principal. King appeared with the first aid kit, placing a green and pink striped bandaid over their bruise.

"Your knuckles are pretty beat up for someone who only punched once."

"Well.. I didn't just sit there and take it, buddy. We're Clawthornes, not quitters. I.. did lose, though. Badly."

King giggled lightly, wiping Y/N's hands with a wet wipe before starting to pat the bloodied knuckles with some alcohol. Eda came back in.

"Okay! So I've been informed the both of you are suspended! Yay! Apparently you fought back pretty hard, kiddo. Good job. You get to stay home two days with mama Eda. Boscha is expelled for the rest of the week, since it's only Tuesday."

"Suspended?" Y/N breathes, shock widening their eyes. "I didn't-"

Eda sat down, putting her arm over Y/N's shoulder and rubbing their arm. King was almost finished decorating their hands with bandages that mostly did the job of covering the wounds.

"Relax, kid. Bump knows what he's doing. Just be lucky you didn't have my principal. Oh, whoa. You're crying, okay- What's wrong?"

"I have tests tomorrow! Plus, Boscha might- might be worse now that I got her in trouble! Luz, too. What if she's disappointed in me? Titan, I just met her and already failed."

Y/N sniffled and King frowned, nuzzling against their neck as they picked him up. Eda sighed, wiping Y/N's tears with her thumbs. She kissed their forehead, humming.

"It's okay. If that bii...ooty gets on your nerves again you tell me, and I'll handle it myself. You can make those tests up any time, too. They're just tests! And don't worry about Luz, you've met the ray of sunshine. She's gonna be so proud of you for standing up for her. Just like I am."

Y/N whimpered, this time out of pure love than sadness. Eda grinned, tilting her head slightly as Y/N wiped their own tears, laughing.

"Alright, alright. So, N/N, what mischief do you wanna get into over the next two days?"

"..let's go get some things from the Human Realm?"

"You got it! Marilyn and N/N are back in business!"

She stood, pumping her fist in the air. She turned back to Y/N as they played with King, moving the titans arms around and making him dance. She smiled.

"Y/N?"

"Yep?"

"You use your magic next time, and beat that bitch to a pulp!"

"MOM!" "EDA!"

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[sapphire-drawings]

Now picturing it being each other your beast!adult!Webber and beast!Maxwell are snarling at and protecting their human(s) from. This leads to a stalemate of quieter growling at each other for a few minutes as neither backs off and neither is willing to abandon their people, followed by sniffing, and finally coming to the conclusion that 'okay, maybe my human(s) can be near you, BUT I'M WATCHING' status while the Wilsons get very excited over each other. (Not a request, just liked the image.)

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOHO HOHOHOHOOOO HOOO!!!

YOU HAVE YET NOT SEEN MY BEAST ADULT WEBBER!! Mostly because I have not decided on his final design yet and I want to make a WHOLE story around it with multiple parts It's gonna take a while...

BUT I can show y'all some sketches!

From oldest to newest!

ignore baby Webber here lol

He looks more. . . feral cuz he already is a spider. A monster. So the transformation HAS to be. . . Worst on him. And he already has low sanity so it's harder to get to his consciousness Two many voices in one head

Maybe he can build bigger spider dens where more spiders spawn Maybe he can call spiders from the caves Maybe he can spew web to slow the others down Maybe, with so many legs, he can charge and get to you at high speed Maybe he can jump)? like the warrior spiders Maybe he has venom. . . Shadow spiders. . .

He'll be a total BEAST. Or maybe a monster

I really like your idea btw I just don't have the final design for it and I would like to keep it uhh kind of secret for when I get to do that comic wich will take me like. . . 6 other comics of this Au. . . My god. . .

Have you heard that musical song called "just a man"? WELL I HAVE. It's all over my tiktok and now I HAVE AN IDEA FOR THIS WEBBER AND THAT SONG AND THE OTHER BEING COOL AND BABY WILSON AND AAaAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhHHhhhhh

~ 🍪

[libras-interactives]

Since you asked for questions relating to your ocs

What colors do your ocs think they look good in, and what hues they actually do?

Alternatively,

How do they wake up in the morning

And a question for you! Have they always had the same traits or did you edit them over time

You didnt mention a character so Ill do the main four: Jack, Marius, Lottie and Eveline :3 cut bc its longish! the migraine has passed but ill still answer questions hoho

Jack has no idea what colors he "looks good in" (if you asked, he'd probably say none) ... if one could dress him up, he looks great in blacks, deep reds and probably darker earth tones! Marius looks excellent in creams, browns and pastels; he knows it, so he wears it. Eveline has the same coloring as him, and wears similar colors at Flynn's behest, but jewel tones look best on her. Dark greens and blues really bring out her eyes. Lottie loves different shades of green, and has always worn them; she looks good in them but I think dark reds or deep pinks would look nice too?

Marius wakes up on the floor, usually. Or tangled up. He moves around so much its a wonder he hasn't smacked his head. Once his face is washed, he's up and raring to go. Coffee and a cigarette helps. Jack wakes up slow. He has to unfurl himself, pop like three dozen bones, blink painfully at the light, hide under the covers, eventually get dragged out of bed (or off the floor). Eveline probably didn't sleep much, but she takes a long time to get out of bed. She lies there, debating if its worth it. Eventually she slides out from the covers, straightens her floor-length silk nightgown and sloooowly pads to the bathroom. Lottie depends - how much did she drink, and is she waking up before 10am? If she's exhausted and hungover, expect hissing and claws when you wake her up. Before 10 she's basically a zombie, sleepily going through her morning routine. She's got more energy if she's up by noon.

Lottie is pretty much the same; she's @juniperss OC - though under my writing she's probably gotten more,,, wild? Tho Dana just encourages it LOL. Marius was initially closer in age to Eveline and more mature and self-destructive; he could still probably turn out like that, esp if his friends aren't around. Jack changed a ton. He was originally a completely different minor character and Larochka's employer (she's p much the same, just a diff job and a decade younger.) I think, if he was isolated and went further into a life of crime, Jack could turn more into his first draft self - running a sketchy place, violent, and aware of how unnerving he looks and using it to discomfort people. First draft Eveline is the same physically, but more cold and stuck up, and not nearly as much trauma. She's since become far more compassionate and depressed, and has a lot more going on in her backstory. Callgirl!MC is kind of her "leftovers", and without the snobbery. Eveline and Marius weren't initially related, changed that bc they looked so similar and I like family dynamics. That ended up opening a lot of doors to their story.