#something a little different today!

[potionbarrel]

science team-tober day 8: misfire

(you can read the accompanying fic for today's prompt here!)

prompt list | science team-tober sideblog

[detshin]

[followerofmercy]

I think Freminet has some of the most interesting dissonance in his self perception of any Genshin character.

Like, of the Hearthlings we know, he's one of the most emotionally mature and intelligent. Lynette might still have him beat, but after playing her hangout... I dunno. I think they're tied. Lyney is Crumbling, Alrecchino is. Well. Arlecchino. Everyone else is a deeply traumatized child or adult and Freminet seems to pretty regularly be people's emotional support. His character stories talk about getting his vision by saving a bunch of other kids on a dive that went bad. The Selkie event literally had him being a therapist for a grownass woman, citing his past experiences with all the other Hearthlings that have died or killed themselves. And he handled that situation WELL. Yeah, he seems to live in a fantasy, but goddamn he's alive and a lot of people in his position aren't so clearly something is working.

Either his or Lyney's character story talks about the time Freminet had reached out to Lyney to try to ease his burdens, which resulted in Lyney blowing up at him. That probably contributed to Freminet thinking he's not good at it, but I think the reason Lyney reacted so badly was BECAUSE Freminet is actually a good support. He can't allow himself that from the little brother he's supposed to protect.

Freminet seems to both cry and dissociate often, but like... Kiddo you are in fact the only person in this family actually processing your emotions. Lynette dissociates 24/7. Arlecchino. Lyney lies and tells everyone he's fine and would literally rather die than admit otherwise. In comparison, Freminet is doing FANTASTIC

Freminet also gets a lot out of helping people! Like anyone, he needs to feel useful and needed. He seems to be an excellent mentor to the younger Hearthlings and perfectly competent on his own, but when you put him in a room with Lyney and Lynette who baby him and insist that THEY take care of HIM, he withdraws into himself.

Like, Freminet by himself feels like a young man and Freminet with the magician twins feels like a teenager. I have no idea how old he actually is. Logically, he would be OLDER than them! He's been with the House much, much longer and his experience shows. I think it's fascinating that they love him SO MUCH and yet, they just Cannot let him help them. Which is hurting him.

(Lynette is much better about not babying him and that is probably why their relationship is so much better than Freminet and Lyney's. Also why she keeps having to mediate between them. Because Lyney charges off trying to Fix Everything and that just makes Freminet feel useless and he doesn't want to get in the way and- you get the point)

Idk. It's hard to tell what things the previous director said to him vs what Arlecchino has said to him. I'm inclined to think our Arlecchino was the one that said he cries too much, but in a "crying in front of your enemies will get you killed" way and she herself is too fucked up to realize how "you cry too much" could be damaging.

Also I try not to consider gameplay stuff when it comes to story, but Freminet also has some of the most BRUTAL animations. He SMASHES HIS EMOTIONAL SUPPORT METAL PENGUIN INTO HIS ENEMY'S FACE. He doesn't think he's the most amazing fighter, and by Fatui standards he probably isn't, but he is winning fights against most grown men.

Tldr Freminet thinks he cries too much and is a burden and isn't good at helping people when he's actually the most mentally stable Hearthling send tweet

[icewindandboringhorror]

I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :

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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )

[cyclorose]

day 8: oliver

MISTA SWIIIFT !!!

[itspileofgoodthings]

one big thing I’ve learned by 29 is that the Plan, the God’s Plan of it all I mean, is bigger than me and not just bigger than me but also bigger than my understanding of narrative threads and their limitations. And it’s bigger even than just a simple paradox, turning-on-their-head thing way of being bigger. It’s just so vast. And there is so much room for surprise and possibility and hope in that reality.

[slavhew]

daily affirmations: im the shit

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghostober Day 8: Hands Free Orgasm

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together this year <3

Pairing: Aurora/Aeon

Aeon learns that Aurora has two things: a new strap, and a commitment to seeing things through.

Explicit, 1k. Contains begging, praise, light bondage, and talks of voyeurism.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

"Shit, Rory, please," Aeon gasps, their fingers curling into fists as they tug at the fuzzy cuffs around their wrists, soft sheets under them as they squirm. Aurora laughs sweetly, bending down to kiss the tip of their nose.

"I would, but you promised me you'd at least try," she says lightly. She doesn't even sound affected, even as her hips jackhammer into Aeon's, humping like a bunny into their ass. "I wanted to see you do it."

Aeon gasps, their mismatched eyes rolling back into their head as her strap rubs something inside of them that makes them see stars. When Aurora had cornered them after dinner, whispering about plans, this was the furthest thing from their mind.

It was a pleasant surprise when she'd corralled them into her nest asking to try something new. "I got a package in the mail today, you wanna help me break it in?" She'd smiled coyly, and now Aeon finds themself like this: on their back, hands tied to her headboard, surrounded by plushies and pillows as she grins down at them.

Her brand new strap sinks deep inside of them, the silicone a marbled blue and lavender. It matches the soft leather harness on her hips, baby blue against the pale grey of her skin. "Come on, shadow, I want you to cum on my strap," She asks, the same tone of voice that will get any one of her packmates to do anything for her if it's paired with a flutter of lashes and a smile.

Aeon wants to, they really fucking want to. Their cock is hard and leaking against their hip, jumping with each press of the strap into their body. It curves up to reach all of the right places, ridges lining the shaft. "Rory, please let me touch," they gasp, their one good eye darting across her face, down to where her perky little tits bounce as she fucks them, the jewelry threaded through her nipples glinting in the light.

Aurora shakes her head, laughing sweetly. No cruelty in her tone, but it still stings. "That'd defeat the purpose of you cumming on my strap, though," she says, her breath hitching as the base presses against her clit in a way that must feel spectacular.

They shudder as the bulbous head of the strap drags along their prostate, cock blurting a little more pre into the line of their hip. The puddle shines with the string lights Aurora has up around her bed. It makes Aeon's head spin.

Aurora's nails dig into their hips, their scents sweet and cloying with their shared arousal, cut through with iron. Aeon's too out of it to register the pain of her nails breaking skin. All they know is their cock is fucking aching, a deep, ruddy purple at the tip, slit shiny with pre.

Aeon sobs out a cry as she nails their prostate. "Oh, come on, I know you can do it, look, your cock wants to cum so bad," she says encouragingly, running a sharp-tipped finger through the puddle of precum.

Their cock twitches, her finger so close to the head that they can feel her body heat. "Aurora, please," they gasp, hips bucking instinctively. The cuffs rattle against her headboard.

"Oh, come on, Aeon," she coos, fucking them harder. "I know you can do it, I can keep going as long as you need until you can."

Aeon sobs, eyes rolling back into their head. That's not a threat, it's a promise. Aurora's never been one to back down from something once she's set her mind to it. And tonight, she's set her mind on making Aeon cum untouched. Even though they've never been able to do it before.

They tug on the cuffs, tears starting to well up in their eyes as Aurora subjects them to mindless, endless pleasure. Her eyes flutter at a particularly rough shove into their ass, the base of the strap rubbing against her clit. Aeon can smell her slick smearing down her thighs, sweet lavender and strawberries flooding their senses.

"You're taking it so well, Aeon, you're being so good and helping me break this in," she coos, gasping for breath as her hips piston. For such a small ghoulette, she sure packs a lot of force. She leans in, draping herself over their sweaty chest, incredibly careful not to touch their cock. "How 'bout this?"

Aeon yelps as she takes one of their nipples between dainty fingers, careful not to press the points of her sharp, painted claws too hard into the sensitive nub. "Rory," Aeon yelps, mismatched eyes going wide at the bite of stimulation. The bulbed tip of the strap drags against their prostate, and Aeon bites their lip hard to muffle a cry. Their balls ache.

"If you cum for me, without me touching your dick," she adds on, nibbling at their ear lobe. "I'll let you watch the next time I use this. I think Mount will really like this one. You wanna see me put him on his knees for it? He loves letting me take control of him the way I'm doing to you. Cum for me and I'll show you how much he likes it. He might even suck your dick while I do it. Don't you wanna see?"

"O-oh, fuck," Aeon groans, feeling something swoop in their stomach. The tension that's been plateauing inside of them for what feels like forever suddenly begins to ramp up. "Rory, please don't stop, oh shit, I think- I think I'm gonna-"

The grin that splits Aurora's face as she pulls back from their ear is so shark-like that it rivals Rain's. Her teeth flash in the lamplight, the gills on the sides of her throat flaring with exertion. "Come on, Aeon, that's it, show me," she says, adjusting the angle until she's nailing their prostate with each quick thrust.

Aeon's eyes go wide and their back bows up off of her bed, pulling hard at the cuffs. The last thing they hear before their mind whites out with a rush of overwhelming pleasure is Aurora's delighted laughter as she makes them cum.

[triglycercule]

yall who cast reverse animal themes on my horror and dust,,, why we got BUNNY horror and PUPPY dust

ok but on a real note i was DYING drawing this. i cant believe its my first time drawing the 1 of the trio in a maid dress!!!! id like to thank underfella and calvateyla for inspiring me; i wouldn't have graduated from shit art college without you guys ❤️💜 (inspo) (SOMEONE GET THIS DOG OUT OF HERE DUST HAS A FUCKING CHAINED COLLAR???? 💀💀💀)

i didn't know what to do for the background either so i just added funny photos. HERE. yes its a coincidence the memes are both horror and dust themed i totally didn't plan that

[feroluce]

“-and that's why I ain't allowed in Pier Point no more!” Boothill throws his head back and cackles, somehow completely comfortable on the bare floor of the archives. He's the very picture of ease, his arms behind his head, his legs bent and crossed.

Dan Heng barely looks up from his notebook, not much surprises him anymore after the first few tales of lawless exploits. “So they really have that many laws and restrictions there.” 

“And prob’ly a few more now that I've been through there! Heck, ya think they named any after me? I'm hopin’ so.” There's so much smug cockiness seeping through his voice Dan Heng could bottle it.

Silence settles in, stretches out. Dan Heng doodles pensive circles in the corner of his page.

He shouldn't ask. It's a private matter. It's none of his business. He of all people should know-

Something pokes his shoe, and when he looks up, Boothill has stretched one arm up to tap metallic fingertips against his foot. “Ain't like ya to hesitate.” With his head tipped back on the tiles and gazing at him upside down, Boothill's hair is out of his face and spooling out all over the floor, offering a rare view of his right side. His right eye is sealed over with a pitch-black patch, stark against his skin. Dan Heng wonders what he looks like behind it. “C'mon, then, out with it. Spill the beans, brother, just say it.”

“What does ‘Boothill’ mean?”

The man blinks at him, the crosshair in his cybernetic left eye flickering. Dan Heng shifts, smooths out his long coat. “I tried to look it up once. It's not in any database as a name...other than your wanted posters.” There's a thread beginning to fray near the hem, he should sew it up. “I couldn't find it anywhere.” 

He nearly takes it back, but- “Heh, ya that curious about me, darlin’?”

Dan Heng quickly levels his face into the most impassive, nonplussed expression he can muster, but Boothill has already turned away, head pillowed on his arms and face once again turned to the ceiling.

“But nah, ya wouldn't. Hah, like they'd allow any record of the language, fudgeheads.” One arm sweeps around blindly until it finds the edge of Boothill's hat, sets it back where it belongs on his head. Dan Heng shuffles around, scoots a little closer, but the brim is pulled too low to see his eyes anymore.

“It's ‘cause it's not a name. It's a noun.” All that's visible of his face is a sharp grin, pulled too tight at the edges.

“It's my people's word for a grave.”

Dan Heng's pencil stops.

“It's the kinda grave fer someone who died with their boots on. If ya catch my drift there.” Boothill's foot starts to bounce. “There was a war, and it got reeeeeal intense, yup. Folks started droppin’ like flies, ‘n’ there was bodies faster'n what we could bury ‘em.” A cooling fan kicks on somewhere. Dan Heng is pretty sure it's not any of the Express equipment.

“We lost some real good people there, real good. Mighty shame.” His hidden Vidyadhara ears detect a quiet metallic click, a whir, pressurized gas. Boothill's next words waft steam from his angry circuits into the air. “When I left, I decided to leave my name there, too. Didn't feel right otherwise. The life I lead now is a whole ‘nother existence.” And then Boothill turns his head, raises his hat, and Dan Heng suddenly feels pinned dead center, caught in that crosshair.

“Ya know what I mean, don'tcha?”

Dan Heng swallows.

Does Boothill know? Who he is and who came before him? There had been that moment in the Penacony Grand Theater, after he activated the Jade Abacus… Dan Heng had tried to shoo him out, keep him from seeing anything, but Boothill has the astounding ability to turn up exactly wherever people are trying to keep him away from.

If he did see, does he actually understand it? Does he know what a High Elder is? Does he know about the sedition of Imbibitor Lunae, the transmutation arcanum, everything Dan Feng had done and Dan Heng was punished for?

He doesn't want to explain it all. Not now. Possibly not ever, truth be told.

And it's not the same as Boothill leaving behind his old identity when whatever event happened that caused him to leave home. Not really. But…

But so far, Boothill has slid so easily into Dan Heng’s routine. His presence never feels like an intrusion. He's already figured out what he can push and when to back down. And even Dan Heng finds himself able to roll with whatever punches Boothill throws with baffling ease. They share too much in their methods and ideologies, and sometimes Dan Heng knows what Boothill will do seemingly before even Boothill himself knows.

“...Tell me about Talia and the Nailscrap Town.” Boothill must know he's avoiding the topic. He must. But the man just throws his head back and cackles, melting easily back into what they had been doing before, as he speaks fondly of a planet that Dan Heng has never visited.

Not today. But.

Dan Heng inches just a little closer, just enough to nudge his foot against a metal leg. Boothill doesn't pull away.

Maybe someday.

[tleeaves]

There are two wolves inside me. One wants to embrace a new hobby in dance so I can be active and feel elegant and graceful and strong. This wolf wants to try something new and exciting, finally indulging in something I've always had an interest in.

The other experiences such frustrating emotions on a near daily basis that I want to go back to boxing, which is arguably easier to break into since I've already done it before. This wolf doesn't think of elegance, she just wants to fuck shit up until her body's so overworked and warm it fogs up car windows without having to do anything but sit inside.

Which one do I fucking feed??

[cisthoughtcrime]

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[orange-artblog]

dark cream week: day 4 - coins

shattered dream by galacii-gallery

cross by jakei95

dark cream week by @zu-is-here

i had a bit of fun with some filters on ibispaint XD

and the full image :)

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

DARK CREAM WEEK: day 5- punish/reward

idk man i think your threats would work a lot more often if you stopped being so handsome about it fdrgbegh<333

dark cream week and comic are by @zu-is-here

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Ok, this is mostly bc I realized we've only seen Sally being passive, but how is she able to hypothetically rip apart larger puppets limb from limb? (if the captions with Howdy hold water with other puppets)

(Slight Mutilation Warning Ahead: Puppet Edition)

they absolutely hold So Much water! it's a combination of a couple things!

a) Nightlight!Sally is really Strong. i'd liken to her to a chimp, as much as i hate them. despite being smaller than people, they're absurdly powerful. when it comes to Her, this comes from a mix of hysterical strength and something Else i've been pondering but don't want to solidify yet, so shh dont worry bout it. it's also much easier to tear fleece & cotton/stuffing than, uh, Biological materials.

b) none of the puppets are really prepared for violence? they've lived in an idyllic world where true, visceral violence likely hasn't even been a Thought in anyone's minds. like, you watch videos of people get attacked by like... raccoons or rats and they visibly Lose because they panic! they aren't prepared! they don't wanna fight! so the much smaller creature wins. They Don't Know How To Fight, Or Fight Back.

b.1) also, Nightlight!Sally is still... Sally. she's still their dear friend. i know that if a close friend attacked me, i'm not sure i'd be able to bring myself to do much other than defend/flee. i wouldn't wanna hurt them even if it meant protecting myself. hence why Wally avoids all confrontation with her & can't protect his friends from her. he can't hurt his neighbor.

b.2) there's also the shock factor. imagine you wake up from a pleasant dream to an absolute nightmare reality. Boom, automatically thrown way off your rhythm. then one of your close buddies looks Fuckin Weird, Are You Okay? and other crazy shit is happening! you're freaking out!! then your Close Friend Who's Off is suddenly slashing at you and BOOM, your arm's gone & your entire brain is scrambled from shock and fear and "?!?!?!?!?!". plus, i doubt the puppets know they're full of stuffing. seeing yourself sliced open and white fluff spilling out has gotta be just. so Unpleasant on principle.

c):

CLAWS BABEY! RIP TEAR AND SHRED! those sharp grippers are perfect for piercing and ripping! puppet fleece is Paper to her!

her fighting method is attack wildly until the threat stops making noise! it's very hard to defend oneself from it! imagine those cartoon bits where a cat attacks someone and its just a Flurry of Unbeatable Violence

[a-cakehound-or-critter-a-day]

10/01/2024