#song of sorrow

[jetkielover]

IT WAS THE MAILMAN... -Bubble, Song of Sorrow AU

Song of Sorrow AU belongs to @snuffydoo

[pinky-in-blankets]

Tadc ✨️ Sidequests ✨️

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It's a dangerous secret..

Route: Sos!Au

[Part 1] [Part 2: You are here.]

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Junip had been doing his own sort of investigation on the odd happenings around the game.. but not the kind others would expect.

One of the individuals trapped here, Scribbles- had caught his attention. She was rather loud and annoying.. and often bothered him with her nonsense. But.. he didn't exactly hate her company.

The thing about Scribbles though- is that something odd would happen whenever She was around. She'd tend to get quiet randomly, her face would get distorted for a moment whenever someone would get a lead on the murder, and she'd always avoid questions or give vague answers when confronted..

Something was definitely off about her. But it's impossible for her to be the killer- She just got here! Still.. it's a bit odd.. with the way she's been acting, she has to be hiding SOMETHING.

So a bit of investigation wouldn't hurt... would it?

So far nothing seemed far out of the ordinary. Her gear.. her sleeping bag nest thing she sleeps in- Even her backup scarf. All pretty harmless things. But after a bit of messing around in the mess known as her bed- Junip noticed something hidden beneath the blankets.. a Book? A sketchbook from the looks of it.

Once he had managed to sneak into Scribbles Tent, he decided to do a little snooping. She shouldn't be back for a while anyways since she had went off with Pomni & Caine to follow a lead pointing to Jax this time. Since she was smitten with him she's bound to linger.

It's not like it's her diary or anything so it wouldn't hurt to peak a little. He didn't know she liked to draw.

It all seemed harmless enough and didn't seem to be of much bother- Untill noticed something. Hold on.. half of these pages have little corners folded onto eachother.. the pages were sticking.

He flipped through the pictures, letting out a snort at the ridiculous faces she would draw and the sketches of the others.. and quite a few of Jax. Someone has a crush, obviously. But hey, that's not his business. Oh man.. there are even some sketches of him. His eyes aren't that big.

One was Scribbles Handwriting.. the other was someone elses... and what it said made Junip get VERY concerned..!

After a bit of careful separation, there was a bit of Green goo on the pages. Plus the paper inside wasn't sized correctly- like it was just stuck inside the book. There was also some writing on the pages.. two different handwritings.

'They're getting too Close to figuring things out. I thought you said you can handle it.'

'I-Im trying.. Please-! Just give me one More chance..! Please don't make me-'

'I've give you plenty of chances- and yet they still manage to get closer. I'm sorry, but I can't get caught now. it's time for you to do what I brought here you for.'

'Please don't- I..!'

' Do you understand?'

'....Yes.. as you command. I will remove them.'

' Good girl.'

"R-Remove them!?"

Junip's face grew paler- if that was even possible. Remove them!? Scribbles.. Is in cahoots with the killer!? What's going on!?

Judging by the frantic and messy Handwriting, Scribbles was clearly in distress when she was writing.. but- the fact that it suddenly changed to a more neater and proper Handwriting was unnerving.

And she's alone with Pomni & Caine RIGHT NOW.

Hold on. She said she was going to Remove them.

Oh no.

OH NO NO NONO NO-! HES GOT TO WARN THEM!!

He wasted no time. With the sketchbook underneath his arm he burst from Scribbles tent and started off running towards the last place he saw them heading.

He just prayed he wasn't too late...!

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Song of sorrow Au belongs to @snuffydoo

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

I could be seeing the cube as the time sheets are passing it by out in the sunlight

At night I get Venus everywhere I look but She is worth seeing everywhere for me.

And sometimes she is a bearer of corn and good news about biology

[ingridgh0st]

I can't describe just how much I love the meteor shower scene in R3

Ivan recalls the time he almost escaped with Till from that hell hole that is the life as a human pet

Only for Till to let go of his hand and give up the promise of that freedom (maybe bc of Mizi, maybe bc of fear of the unknown) turning his back on Ivan with a guilty expression on his face

Just for Ivan to turn around, with a shocked expression that than is replaced by a bitter smile (maybe he expected this outcome, maybe bc he knows that he would follow Till everywhere like Till himself did presumably for Mizi)

And all of this is shown as Ivan's singing his heart out on R3 stage with such raw emotion that I can't help myself but want to scream with him

[snuffydoo]

[yomna-art]

Mother of Sorrows

New painting study I did of Alicent. I'm really proud of how this one turned out and the fact that I finally decided to get out of my comfort zone.

Prints + Twitter + Commissions info

[undeaddrabble]

The Plush: part 1

Silly doodle comic(s) that I began drawing this weekend.

SOS (Song of Sorrow) AU by @snuffydoo

Enjoy :3

[consumeroflemoans]

Chat did I cook with this one

[video-game-jams]

Castlevania: Dawn of Sorrow - Dracula's Tears

[cocomocomochi]

POMNITOBER PORTRAITS #13, 14, 15

Three in one day!! Yeah, turns out being super busy makes you super tired so i hustled these out in a day and I’m back on track!

Anyways, these three clowns were created by @nobody-nexus (dance rush) @snuffydoo (song of sorrow) and @pikavani (digital office)

And as always @/tadc-funfair-au was the creator of the prompt list!

[strwbrryfire]

we were born to be national treasures

or, 8104 (taylor's version) — willow / i'm only me when i'm with you / mary's song (oh my my my)

[borgialucrezia]

just realized that some people watched the show on netflix and didn't get to enjoy this masterpiece of a scene and dialogues with johnny cash's 'further on up the road' since netflix changed the outro song...sick and twisted

[strwberri-milk]

Songs of Sorrow - Ch. 11

Rancher!AU || Boothill x Fem!Reader || Slowburn, Drama

smut under cut! boothill jerking off to the thought of reader lol

“Boothill? Who was that?” 

He raises a brow, looking at the direction you point in. Geryll’s happily skipping down the steps once again, that smile on her face the only expression Boothill’s ever seen on her. He doesn’t think he’s ever met anybody that happy before, especially when considering how early she likes to drop by his home. 

“One of the neighbours. Name’s Geryll, and she lives with her brother Mikhal and his wife the opposite direction of Dan Heng. They’re wheat farmers,” he explains quickly, eyes trailing her form as she leaves. 

Seeing that the woman was fully gone you step out onto the deck in the evening light with Boothill, joining him in the chair across from him as he sips on his neat whiskey. He brought out a glass of lemonade for you, having invited you to spend the evening with him. 

“So what I’m hearing is these acres of land can feed me until the day I die,” you laugh. 

“It’s a good setup we got here,” he agrees. “Everyone lives close enough that tradin’ resources is viable and we pay less since we buy directly from the source. Or for free if we get gifted somethin’.” 

He nods towards another basket of baked goodies, watching as your eyes light up in joy at the sight.

“Oh, so that’s who made those delicious muffins last time? Hopefully I can thank them in person one day.” 

You take a bite and make a happy noise, practically moaning as the bite touches your tongue. The sound goes straight to his stomach, Boothill turning his face away from you as he tries to ignore the fire it lights in him. His eyes are suddenly very intent in counting the swirls in the grain of wood underfoot. 

“God, these are delicious. Boothill, please tell me you’re going to have some too,” you whine slightly, not wanting him to miss out on the treats. 

“I will darlin’, just in a minute.”

He’s trying to stop himself from falling apart at the suggestion that you might be so kind as to touch him, to breathe in his general direction. 

“Nonsense. Here, I won’t be able to eat it all anyway.”

He’s startled when you come around to stand in front of him, leaning down as you break off a piece of the pastry to press against his lips.��

“Just open up,” you pout. 

The look on your face, paired with the fact that he knows if he was a lesser man - which he so wishes he was - he’d be able to look down your shirt with your movement, makes his lips part. You take advantage of it, pressing the morsel into his mouth. His throat suddenly feels parched, staring up at you as though you were the answers to all of his prayers. 

You totally are. 

He swallows mindlessly, not even able to taste a single ounce of the treat. You stare at him with those wide eyes of yours, his hands fighting desperately to grab you and pull you onto his lap and have his way with you. 

Suddenly, he’s plagued with images of you under him making the same noises you just did. Your fingers press against his lips again, this time far more insistently as you plead for him to keep going. His eyes are wide as he stares blankly in your direction, totally gone to the world as you wave your hand in front of his face. 

“Boothill?’ 

“Nothin’!” he says quickly, standing up with his drink. 

He downs the glass before mumbling some sort of apology to you. He knows you have no idea what he just said or what’s going through his mind right now and he prays it stays that well.

You follow him as he practically barrels through the halls, unable to get the image he conjured up of you off of his mind. 

“Boothill, are you okay?” you ask as you chase after him.

“You look downright flush!”

You grab his hand, forcing him to stop in his tracks as you press your hand up to his forehead. The heat of your hand does not help matters as he’s forced to meet your gaze again, those lips of yours tempting him fiercely. 

“Should I get you some help? Maybe I can call someone to get you some medicine. Would that help?” you ask nervously, concern growing for him with every second that passes. 

“No, that’s not it,” he says, taking your hand off of his forehead. 

“I had a long day. We can do somethin’ tomorrow. I just need to get washed up and go to bed.” 

You don’t look like you believe him, brows knotted as you try to reach for him again.

“I don’t care if it’ll put me in danger. If something happened to you I’d never forgive myself. I’m worried about you.” 

He thinks you should be more worried about yourself, hands betraying his rational mind as he plants his palms on your hips. He knows you’re used to him being handsy, especially after the horse ride he took you on but his grip is much harsher this time. He thinks it is at least, trying his best not to squeeze you too tightly. 

“Doll, I mean it. I’m okay,” he says roughly, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“You’ll see me in the mornin’. I promise.” 

At that you relent, knowing that if he promised you then you don’t need to worry. Hesitantly, you step back, Boothill’s palms already missing the way your body felt in his hands. His fingers twitch, wanting to just grab you again but he stops himself, watching forlornly as you accept his words and walk away. 

Once he’s sure you’re gone he turns into his bedroom, making sure the door is locked behind him as he finally feels the strain of his cock against his pants. He’s glad the material of his jeans made it hard to see the sizeable bulge pressing against the zipper, begging for release. His hand comes down to palm at himself, a sharp hiss leaving his lips as he finally feels some of his desperate desire for you sate itself. 

He bites his lip, trying to stop himself from going any further. He doesn’t want to sully your image with his impure thoughts, no stranger to a night of companionship but never with someone he’s grown to care for as much as you. 

But he can’t stop thinking about you. He can’t stop thinking about the way you smelled when he held you on his horse, the warmth of your body pressed into his chest. By the grace of the gods he somehow wasn’t hard despite your ass practically rubbing against his pelvis totally unintentionally. He was just trying to ride the way he normally would but now with the addition of you and grossly underestimated how much room there would be. Not only that but you let him hold you so tightly that he knew you could feel the pounding of his heart. 

A low curse slips past his lips and he catches himself sliding his cock out of his pants before he knows it. His palm is hot against his shaft, tip already leaking from the thought of you as he trails his arousal down to his base. His fist begins to move up and down his shaft slowly, back landing against the door to his room as his hips buck into his hand. He can’t stop himself, body so worked up with the sole goal of one thing and one thing only. 

It takes him no time to stand at full mast, only having to think back to the small peek of you he allowed himself when you leant over to give him a bite of the muffin. The way your shirt gave way to beg him to give into his desires, to make you his and hopefully, somehow make this ache deep in his body finally go away. 

His body is far too heated now, stumbling out of the thick denim of his jeans as he makes his way back to his bed. He sits on the edge of it, cool sheets desperate to wrap themselves around your form. He hates how easily he can imagine it, how he’d make you moan and beg for him and how he’d be so kind and make you cum over and over again on his cock. He’d hate to make you cum on anything else for your first time together - he knows that his body needs to feel you clenching around him, milking the muscle as he tries to hold back to let you ride out your orgasm. 

His cock is hot and heavy in his hand, tip drooling as it begs to be inside of you. He strokes himself faster, moaning to himself softly as the sound of his skin over skin gets more intense. He knows he needs more but he doesn’t know what to do until his eyes fall onto his pillow. 

The night before you had crashed in his room. You had gotten yourself dolled up for dinner with him and the rest of the ranch hands, wanting to feel like you were going out for dinner. However, work took much longer than any of them had anticipated and you decided to take a nap on his bed. The sheets still smelled like your shampoo and perfume, heels forgotten in the corner of the room from when you decided you were too tired to move the few feet down to your own room. 

It can only be described as rough the way he mounts the pillow that smells like you, a body pillow that he kept on his bed because he had a tendency to grab in his sleep. A low moan slips past his lips as his cock settles against the plush, the scent of you making him grind against it roughly. All he can imagine is that it’s the plush of your body under him, his cock drilling into that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. You’re desperate and begging for him, needing him to fuck you until you know nothing but what his name tastes like on your tongue. 

He braces his weight against the headboard, knuckles going white as he holds himself back from slamming it against the wall from the bucking of his hips. He knows that you two share a wall and he needs to hide his noises from you. But he also knows that you’re also human - there’s a chance you’re laying on that bed, hands shoved down your pants as you make yourself cream around your fingers. 

The sight has him fucking his pillow harder, hoping more than anything that if you’re ever doing anything like that, it’s to the thought of him. To the thought of his cock bullying its way into your tight hole, claiming every inch of you as he kisses you breathless. His balls grind harshly into the fabric as his hips pick up pace, the hand not bracing himself coming to tease at his nipples. The sensation definitely makes him moan loud enough for you to hear were you actively listening for him, springs creaking under his exertion.

He shifts down, arms wrapping around the pillow as he holds it tightly to keep his rough pace. He can bury his moans easier now that he’s got his face in his sheets, hips moving wildly as he tries to make himself cum. He knows he looks absolutely pathetic right now, biting his lip as he stifles his moans and humps against his pillow like a dog in heat. 

It doesn’t take him long to finally cum all over his sheets, cock flush as it spurts against his stomach and pillow. He takes a deep breath as his hips continue their languid grind, sitting up and trying to cool off as he watches the cum drip down from his cock onto his bed. He knows he needs to clean up but he can’t right now, nerves shot from how hard he just came. 

He knows he’s totally fucked. There’s no way he’ll be able to cum ever again without thinking about you.

[dreadark]

bugs me a bit when people assume Ivan is some kind of genius or somehow naturally talented

he's really not at all. he just works ridiculously hard I mean we've seen his schedule what is this

literally anyone who put in this amount of work would end up getting good grades... if they didn't have a complete breakdown first guess you can consider that his "talent" can't break if you're already broken

Sua does actually seem like a natural genius though, she's tied with Ivan despite not doing... all that well she basically says as much

and she worked as a model (among other things) while attending Anakt Garden, so she managed being top of the class while also already having her career Ivan didn't do any of that, he only got popular after round 3 (idk what these rankings are out of, but if he's only 78th when Till was 5th...) despite being a top student I suppose Ivan didn't actually stand out much at first?

interesting how out of all of them, Ivan seems the least suited to singing on stage Sua's clearly talented, Till is a musical prodigy, and Mizi genuinely loves singing Luka is literally made for it, and Hyuna also loves singing and seems to have this natural stage presence

but all Ivan's good at is following orders

[snuffydoo]

I like the new Caine plush

[undeaddrabble]

A not so secret secret - Part 1

Another comic featuring the SOS (Song of Sorrow) AU by @snuffydoo This one has Gangle in it! Hooray! Enjoy <3