#still wanted to post it cause it was fun to make^^

[brandonmassa2]

Just what type of taking pictures are you referring to? You mean a selfie? And I don’t freakin know, your type of taking pictures would have to be observed during the during part of your camera show. I can’t help but wonder what you really wanted when you posted that peculiar question. You could have also just straight up asked for a compliment, but you seemingly tried to be subtextual.

What comes from having the adoration of complete strangers? You would never trust a stranger with your things, but you’ll give them free rein to wreak havoc like the repugnant trolls they are. Let me explain. Communicating with a known liar is pointless. What could even be gained from listening to lies? Nothing. Information like numbers and math is an exact science that can’t afford mistakes.

Changing one number or even one decimal can have drastic effects that many people don’t know think about what is referred to as the butterfly effect. A small puff of air, can set a chain of events in motion that can ultimately lead to cataclysmic geopolitical consequences. And I’m sure there are examples of this in history that we’ll obviously never know about. But it’s fun to philosophize and wonder about because cause and effect is all encompassing. Why something is is my favorite question to postulate internally. Reason and logic are foundational in my cognitive constitution. I was built to feel what my beloved is feeling. I have empathy oozing out of me. When I was a teenager, I would go to the movies when my mom went to the gym, and I only remember one special night that I went to see “The Green Mile,” about an innocent death row inmate who has an ability to… well he would literally draw the pain and sickness into his hands or his mouth, and afterwords, he lays down from exhaustion and coughs up a cloud of flying insects. Sorry I can be a tangential writer. If you’re actually still reading this, I do want to continue talking about my heart. I found it very difficult to watch it in several scenes, I have never liked seeing anyone in pain, so I damn sure don’t wanna watch executions. The storyline was extremely interesting and had my full attention, because although this is fiction, it does contain many hard truths…. Hard truths that aren’t axiomatic or even talked about anymore.

Tears have long been overlooked, ignored and rejected in masculine society for fear of looking weak. I don’t care what people think, but it’s still my first inclination to hide or reject the tears coming out of my eyes. But crying is so clean! So cathartic. So necessary for my mental health. It’s so pleasurable to contemplate the beauty and wonder of something during the course of a cry. Btw I’m a grown ass man, and I’m pretty sure I’m the only guy of my kind. I was different from every guy I’ve ever known or known of. My DNA contains a masculine foundation, but as I grew up, I began to notice stark differences in the ways I thought, and the way all guys think. Diametrical differences too. Especially with respect to the dynamic of approaching women, or the subject of women. Every single guy I’ve ever known swears he is smarter than his wife. Or can drive better. Or can make better decisions. Handling money is the one that gets me because it’s so obvious yet it is so ignored. My dad spent money to his hearts content, and never solicited so much as a damn opinion. My poor mother struggled hard to give my brother and I a good life and she wanted so bad to be able to leave me the house that I grew up in, but it was in foreclosure before she died. Wells Fargo sued me sideways after she died leaving the house to me. Some of my family screwed me out of all my current possessions, my car, my laptop, and a bookcase full of family pictures. My mother had a 150,000 dollar life insurance that she split between Cameron and I. My aunt tried to say that my mother was mistaken in telling me about her policy. Mistaken. The exact word she used. I found it insulting to her intelligence. My mother was the sweetest most patient level headed person who made it her mission to volunteer for as much shit as possible, volunteering me all too often. Special Olympics has been a big part of my life since grade school. I would go help coach or set up when they had practice, and it never stopped either, it was year round, whatever sport is current and in the summer, I would volunteer full time for the entire summer. I remember I hated my mom for making me go, but the swimming coach was insanely hot. And I’m not even sure where I was at with my sexuality at that point, but I lived to watch him with his shirt off. Maybe that’s where my nipple fetish came from. His areolas were huge! I started noticing guys with their shirts off in my middle school locker room and then when I got to Leon High School, its gym was 50 years old when they had communal showers. Seeing other guys naked in 9th grade pretty much meant that I was bi-curious? Sex with same sex partners is pleasurable on a level that is unique. Notice I did not say better. Women are my number one. They all know that. But the societal condemnation for gayness can be switched and turned on its head, increasing pleasure for gay guys or bi guys because the “forbidden” nature of sucking another guy’s dick, is the same as any sexual philosophy. If something is forbidden, you want it more, and you feel it more when you do consider it. The fact that it’s “wrong” and not supposed to be done is most of the allure! Well not most. I really enjoy giving oral sex… getting it is tricky, cause first things first, DO NOT suck or press at all on my testes. I’m extremely sensitive in that area and I will be open minded but giving me head is something you’re going to have to request, because my hands and my mouth will never tire. And I want to be the one touching. I want to be the one dry dragging my lips on your… while we watch a documentary and pause it to have discussions, and advocating debates about current events.

To love me, you must love to learn.

To love me, you must love love and hate hate.

The thing about tipping points… only visible in retrospect. Random?

Guys is this type of taking pictures good?

[ducksido]

Hiii (i'm js gonna make requests that i'll later forget cause i have the memory span of a goldfish).

Idk if you've done this alreadi but the Twist cast with a Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the 3rd (How to Train your Dragon). Just that.

Heartslabyul

Riddle: He’s so stressed. You're rule-defying, spontaneous, and treat dangerous magical creatures like puppies. You tamed a Rampaging Blast-Back Chimera like it was a housecat and now it follows you around. Riddle has had three nosebleeds and nearly a stroke. Still, he secretly admires your creative intellect and brave pacifism. He just… wishes you’d stop encouraging Ace to fly on the back of a literal fire-breathing animal during class.

Trey: Takes on a “parent trying to keep the kid from blowing up the kitchen” role. He's the only one you allow into your scrap workshop because he doesn't judge the fire hazards. Lowkey impressed at how many prosthetic blueprints and wing-gliders you’ve made.

Cater: Totally posts your “dragon” friend on Magicam with sparkly filters. Thinks you’re quirky-cool, but doesn’t want to be involved when one of your inventions inevitably explodes. “Wait, did that creature just SPIT ACID???”

Ace & Deuce: They follow you like ducklings—Deuce out of admiration for your guts and Ace because he wants a ride on the monster. The chaos you three cause is astronomical. You nearly teach them to fly using a roof launchpad. Deuce breaks his arm. Worth it.

Savanaclaw

Leona: Thinks you're a string bean with a death wish…until he sees you calm a mutant magic lizard with a single gesture. Grudgingly intrigued. Thinks your inventions are dumb until he realizes one of them neutralized Blot particles. “…Tch. You really are trouble.”

Ruggie: Shocked you haven’t died yet. You don't eat, sleep, or rest—just tinker. You accidentally build him a device that picks berries ten times faster. Ruggie’s now your biggest fan. Will protect your honor like it’s a paycheck.

Jack: Admires your ethics and conviction. You saved a wounded shadowbeast instead of killing it. That resonated. Still, he lectures you when you forget to wear gloves in a lava experiment.

Octavinelle

Azul: You're a walking business risk. Creatures and tools break contracts. He wants to wring your neck—until he sees you design a new aquatic breather prototype. Suddenly he’s offering you lab space and “suggesting” partnership deals. Don’t fall for it. You terrify him because you’re morally incorruptible.

Jade: Absolutely fascinated. You’re unpredictable and clever and completely unfazed by danger. He's seen you try to ride a venomous sky eel like a broom. Jade respects that. Possibly wants to study—or tame—you.

Floyd: “You remind me of a flappy fish that can’t stop moving!” He's obsessed. Tries to ride your dragon-lizard friend, names it something dumb, and laughs hysterically every time you yell at him. You’re his new toy. Run.

Scarabia

Kalim: You introduced him to aerial gliding and now he’s begging to join your test flights. He loves your creature friends and probably feeds them fruit pebbles. Unfazed by the danger—your energy is his energy.

Jamil: You are his personal nightmare. You bring wild beasts into the dorm, skip meals, and nearly set the common room on fire with your lava lamp-powered flamethrower. But even he has to admit your genius is frighteningly real. Still, he’s got migraine tea ready every time you visit.

Pomefiore

Vil: You are dirt-streaked, soot-covered, and constantly singed. Vil is offended. But then he learns your prosthetic arm design saved a child’s life. Conflicted. Calls you "a mess of metal and miracles."

Rook: Utterly captivated. You are art in chaos—passion, invention, heart. He writes poems about your courage and stealth-wrestles your dragon-friend in the moonlight for fun.

Epel: You’re the coolest freak he’s ever met. He begs to help you build things. He calls you “Blacksmith Boss” and rides on your glider like it’s a rodeo event. You are his new idol.

Ignihyde

Idia: First reaction: “OH GREAT it’s a walking protagonist!” Second reaction: *“Wait—they’re building all this tech by hand?? In real life??” He stalks your blueprints online and ends up in a six-hour voice call with you debating gear ratios and armor plating. He develops a niche crush and names your pet “Toothless.exe” in secret.

Ortho: Thinks you're the best thing ever. Constantly bouncing ideas with you. You make Ortho laugh more than he’s ever laughed before. You probably help him upgrade his parts and teach him how to glide using your experimental wings.

Diasomnia

Malleus: He saw you tame a beast that even he hesitated to approach. You are curious, brave, gentle. You don’t fear him either. He is in awe of your spirit. He watches you work with quiet wonder and may or may not gift you eldritch dragon bones to tinker with.

Lilia: He LOVES your chaos. Your wild inventions remind him of ancient war machines he used to build for fun. He offers to help test them—whether you like it or not.

Sebek: Initially calls you reckless and disgraceful—until Malleus praises you. Now he begrudgingly helps carry your things and yells at you to eat. Will defend you fiercely…while still insisting your gadgets are dumb.

Silver: Sleepily watches you work and sometimes falls asleep on your dragon-beast-thing. You once built him a dreamcatcher that glows in the dark. He treasures it.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Strawhats Masterlist

💋 Smut ❤️ Fluff 💔 Angst 🔥 Joke 💘 Suggestive 👍 Platonic 👨 Male 👩 Female 👤 Gender Neutral 👶 Child Reader ✏️ Drabble 📃 One Shot 💭 Headcanons 🪧 Scenario 💕 Family 🩸 Violence ✅️ Finished

Luffy

Kindness Isn’t Spineless 💔❤️👤✅️

Luffy thinks you're too "kind", unknowing of your past traumas with an abusive ex.

One, Two, Three, Four

Post Jinbe

A Romantic Date ❤️👤💭

Luffy isn't much of a romantic but he loves to love you.

RUFF! ❤️🔥👤🪧

Being a dogboy only makes Luffy more excited and he's going to make it everyone else's problem.

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Luffy spilled something like a stupidhead.

Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧

Luffy reallllyyy wants to see Frankys WIP

Scruff ❤️🔥👩👤🪧

Luffy whines like a puppy so you treat him like one.

Is This Love? 💔 ❤️ 👨✅️

Confessing to Luffy isn't as sunshine and rainbows as both of you wish it was.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

Post Jinbe, Allusion to Whole Cake, Fishman Island spoilers.

Will You Still Love Me? ❤️🔥👤🪧

You turn into a worm.

You’re Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

You both miss eachother, you're also both on the same wavelength in doing whatever it takes to see eachother sooner.

As You Do So Will I ❤️👍🔥👤📃

Luffy annoys you so much you give him a taste of his own medicine.

Unexpected Hormones ❤️🔥👤🪧

Luffy's pregnant love craves fish but the fish they have is too high in mercury.

Zoro

Roots of Suffering 💔❤️🩸👩📃

Pain from severe migraines makes you to be rash, causing more damage than your mind could on its own.

Tomboy Girlfriend ❤️👩💭

You're completely unruly but okay yes he loves you.

RUFF! ❤️🔥👤🪧

He's a little dumb as a dogboy but he's got the spirit.

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Clean your equipment after use, guys.

Why are you two friendly 👍📃

Zoro and Sanji are a lot more tame when they're alone

No reader, just characters.

It's YOURS 👍🔥👤📃

You find Zoro's small mossy lookalikes in a forest and decide to have some fun.

Will You Still Love Me? ❤️🔥👤🪧

You turn into a worm.

You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

He's strong enough to catch you from a cliff, probably.

Unexpected Hormones ❤️🔥👤🪧

You really want to touch Zoro's new sword but it's too dangerous for a pregnant you.

Sanji

Tomboy Girlfriend ❤️👩💭

Sanji likes to be a gentleman but with you he's more of a gentle man.

Your Love is My Warmth ❤️👤📃

It's a cold night, but together with you he's never felt warmer.

Fun(ny) Halloween 🔥👍👤📃

You don't know what to go as for Halloween, but get inspiration from a certain cook.

Insecure Love 💔❤️👩📃

Misunderstandings from trauma cause pain for you and Sanji as your relationship goes on.

Major spoilers for episode 1053

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Rest is important, idiot.

Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧

How'd he get the groceries up there?

OH MY GOD ❤️👍🩸👨📃

Don't walk backwards while hiking on a mountain.

Why are you two friendly 👍📃

Zoro and Sanji are a lot more tame when they're alone

No Reader, just characters.

Confusion in my Love, Part 2, Part 3 ❤️💔💋👨✅️

Sanji struggles with the fact he's fallen in love with a man.

Medium Fishman Island spoilers.

You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

Being your knight in shining armor didn't prepare him for you jumping off a cliff.

Unexpected Hormones ❤️🔥👤🪧

You're pregnant craving icecream.. but there's no milk.

Robin

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Small mistake isn't everything.

Brook

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

God, just stop making that joke.

Me...? 💘👨🪧

Brook finds out his charm hasn't quite disappeared yet.

Nami

You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

There's no way you would jump off a cliff just to see her sooner, right?

I'm Better 💋❤️👨📃

Nami tells you to use a toy to curb your libido, but it becomes her enemy.

Usopp

Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧

No he doesn't need help but maybe if you gave it he wouldn't decline it.

Jinbe

Me...? 💘👨🪧

You have tea with Jinbe and reveal less than innocent thoughts.

[tehrevving]

Vincent Buys Condoms: A Chaos Theory Interlude

Was gonna post this later but ya'll can have a treat for the 4th of July even though I don't celebrate lol.

Some of you might remember that I filled a request for Vincent buying condoms ages ago. I had a lot of fun with it but it was my first time writing from his pov and not my best work lol. I always intended to eventually improve it and make it more of a standalone part of Chaos Theory once I was more comfortable writing his pov. So now that I'm seriously considering the sequel, here it is!

I would highly recommend you give this a go even if you've read the original, cause I've made a lot of changes. This one is much more explicit 😉

This is set after chapter 17 of Chaos Theory and contains spoilers and mature sexual content. Enjoy!

Read on Ao3

It is frustratingly late by the time Cid finally relents, giving up bickering over the route to the northern continent. The man's insistence on having the last word, coupled with his general arrogance had meant the entire discussion became an endeavour in patience that Vincent hadn't wanted to deal with. Eventually he had just walked out, jumping from of the cockpit while Cid continued to bark at the back of his head. Vincent doesn't care, he has things to do, well, he has one thing he needs to do before departure that he's absolutely dreading.

He can't stop thinking about last night, the disjointed erotic scenes of it replaying over and over in his mind since the radio turned to static this morning. Everything had moved so fast and the press of your teeth to his throat had prevented him from being able to think straight. He hadn't planned on taking his clothes off, but he hadn't been able to say no to your begging, kiss swollen lips. Your hands had felt otherworldly, warm, comforting and sinful against his bare flesh, and he'd wanted more. He had wanted to give you everything, even as his monsters simmered in wait underneath his skin. He had been handling it, everything had been fine, but then you'd soaked his chest and turned him into a beast.

He still doesn't understand why that happened, how it happened. He doesn't know why you react so strongly to his physical presence. It doesn't make sense. Never in his new life has he ever been given any indication that his touch elicits a supernatural reaction, although you are the only one he has held with his own free will. His body is disgusting, not fit to give or receive pleasure, but you'd taken it from him anyway, screaming and begging for something he never could have envisioned.

A shudder, hot and tingling drips down his spine from the memory, from the echo of your voice in his head. You had been delirious with pleasure and want, confused and uncertain but trusting him, crying out for him and no one else. You had been incoherent, mindless, but only his name had slipped broken from your lips. His body grows warm as the harsh beat of the coastal sun threatens to undo him.

He had almost lost control, in some ways he had, and it's just not good enough. He had been far too close to giving in. Somehow, spurred on by your cries he'd ended up with the head of his cock rubbing at the bare, scorching heat of your folds. You had been so wet, dripping while your body tried recklessly to pull him inside. You had begged for him, verbally, desperately, your wants impossibly clear. He had only been able to resist because of the lingering discomfort from how you had used his chest. Next time he knows he won't be able to.

You make him lose control, slicing a million shallow cuts to the fraying ropes that keep his control in check. He should hate what you do to him, he wants to hate it, instead he just craves it. He wants to give in, wants you to keep slicing. He needs for you to cut the noose taught around his neck and drag soft fingers through the secrets hidden among the viscera of his empty chest.

He inhales the hot air, overheated, struggling to clear his head as he reaches his destination. He doesn't have any idea how to handle your eagerness, but he needs to be prepared. He remembers the flippant way you had previously mentioned having a materia, but a single mention is not enough. He refuses to make assumptions or take unnecessary risk. He trusts you, somehow, but he has been tricked before. He blinks suddenly to clear his head, it is a disservice to compare you to her, he understands that, no matter how difficult it may be, so he is not going to. You are sweet and bold, reckless, so he must be the one with a clear head.

He stares at the shop sign with distaste and sighs, gathering his composure. He needs to do this, it's non negotiable. He allows some of the intrusive thoughts inside, just for a moment, trying to use their hiss of doubt to steel his discomfort. He needs to do this because he does not deserve to feel the bare pleasure and warmth of another so intimately. He needs this because he will almost certainly be a disappointment, losing himself the moment he slips inside, at least with a barrier he might stand half a chance.

The automatic doors shudder, blasting Vincent with a wave of refreshingly cool air. He steps inside, cloak swishing in the breeze, cringing internally as something beeps loudly, announcing his presence. He takes in the store and the wide eyed stare of the woman behind the counter. He tries to relax his shoulders and adjust his body language, he doesn't want to be perceived as a threat.

“E-excuse me Sir,” she stammers, managing to find her voice half way through, transitioning smoothly into a clearly practised spiel. “Can I help you with anything?”

“No,” Vincent replies dismissively, walking straight past her. He dislikes being rude, but he will not see her again and does not have the time or patience to make small talk, or discuss intimate matters with a stranger.

The pharmacy is larger than he expected, rows of aisles labelled haphazardly with the ridiculous standard font of this era. The typeface is looping, slanted oddly and frustrating to understand at a glance. He squints at the words, eventually finding what he's looking for, a single, nondescript aisle labelled 'family planning.' His brow furrows with the disgust he feels for the term.

There is so much more choice than he had expected and his eyes glaze over an overwhelmingly large assortment of boxes and unfamiliar brands. He sighs, he'd hoped this would be straight forward. He remembers what he used to use, in a past life far too long ago, but of course that appears to no longer exist. He allows a brief moment of silence for the last box he purchased, still sitting in a drawer at the Shinra manor, unopened and likely more than 20 years out of date.

He scans the aisle, surprised and concerned at the assortment, endless bright packaging catching his eye. He tilts his head at a box labelled, flavoured, and wonders for a brief moment if you might prefer for him to taste like—his lip curls with distaste—banana or strawberry. Definitely not.

He searches the next row, finding a plain box that looks promising until he notices the fine print, extra lubricated. He can't help a small smirk from forming underneath his cowl. While he may end up choosing those, that benefit will certainly not be required. It is a relief to only need to be concerned about the opposite problem, and it is not a problem because he is more than happy to use his tongue to remove any excess if you end up too slippery. He forces his attention back to the aisle. He needs to focus. There isn't enough time for him to be distracted by thoughts of your taste. He pictures your legs squeezing his shoulders, frantic hands pulling at his hair while salty-sweetness coats his lips and drips from his wrist. He stills himself, continuing that train of thought is far too dangerous.

There are multiple boxes advertising patterns, bright text boasting that they are, ribbed for her pleasure. His brow furrows, he is unfamiliar with those. Would that actually be pleasurable for a woman? He’s not sure. He does not think he would like texture inside of himself, but you had seemed to enjoy his glove last night. Maybe there is some merit. He considers the purchase for a moment but then comes to his senses. He is perfectly capable of pleasing you without any external aid, and does not ever intend to imply otherwise. 

The next shelf is full of larger boxes with much more discrete packaging. The text is small, advertising insertable, vibrating objects and textured rings. He is curious but the packaging is non descriptive. Are the rings for him to wear? He's not sure what purpose that might serve or what benefit it might bestow. It is strange that all of this debauchery is out in the open, visible at a normal pharmacy. He expected for there to be the barest of selection, but instead this aisle could easily compare to a speciality store. He wonders if the world is just like this now, or if it is just because he is in a resort town.

Vincent keeps looking, eyes glazing past words like, ‘tingling,’ ‘long lasting’, and ‘minty.’ It is good that there is choice, but this is so much more difficult than it used to be. He sighs, modern people truly are degenerates. Finally, right at the bottom, where he has to bend at the knees to inspect them, he finally finds the regular ones. He selects a smaller sized box advertising a reasonable amount of lubrication and a larger than average length. That will do. This has all already wasted too much time.

He walks to the counter, purpose in his step. He just wants to get out of here. He pauses for a moment at the end of one of the aisle, an assortment of breath mints catching his attention. Cid had been making a not so subtle dig at his hygiene this morning when he had offered gum, but now Vincent considers that the man may have had a point. While he doesn't really need to brush his teeth, if he is going to be kissing regularly, he may need to make some changes. He observes the packaging, trying to match the colours with what he had seen Cid pull from his pocket, that single piece this morning had been far more enjoyable than he'd expected.

Vincent picks up the closest match he finds and heads to the counter. The same woman that had stared earlier gives him an extremely funny look as she rings up his purchase. He forgives her, he probably does look ridiculous, an inhuman monster purchasing condoms. Her eyes narrow when he pays with cash instead of the strange plastic cards that everyone now seems to use. She struggles to count the change for him, not able to do the arithmetic or recognise the coins. Vincent sighs, the world truly has gotten worse in his absence. 

He walks back to the Bronco, squinting in the sunlight while his new purchases weigh heavy in the pocket just behind his gun holster. The light is harsher now and he can feel it burning the pale skin of his face. He disappears as much as he can into his cowl, still uncomfortable being outside.

Vincent spots Barret as he turns the corner to the dock and sighs when the large man beckons him over. He's tempted to just keep walking but he can sense the malice in the man's gaze, hidden behind dark sunglasses.

“If you hurt her,” Barret grunts, gesturing towards the plane with his head. “I’ll shoot you.”

The man is clearly extremely serious.

“Noted,” Vincent replies.

He appreciates Barret’s protectiveness even if it makes him want to lash out. The mere insinuation that he might hurt you incites his monsters to fury, even when he knows they cannot be trusted. He will always put your needs and wants above his own, no matter how much of a struggle it may be for him.

Barret dismisses him with a wave of his gun arm and Vincent quickly walks away, thankful the conversation had not been excessively painful. 

He heads down to the dock, spying you immediately, standing underneath one of the plane's broken wings and speaking animatedly with Aerith. You are even prettier today than yesterday, eyes bright and clear. Vincent can see the pleasure he gave you last night in the relaxed set to your shoulders, and the slight twitch of your thighs as you shift your weight. He's filled with a selfish pride, knowing how much he affected you but it's quickly replaced with regret. He had wanted to stay to keep you company in the morning. It is almost unforgivable to leave someone you care about to wake up alone after such an intense night.

Your face visibly lights up when you catch sight of him, waving as you walk closer. You stop just in front of him, looking up with those sweet eyes and a soft smile. He wants to pull you into his arms and hear the cute squeak he knows you would let out, but stops himself. His shoulders relax, lingering tension and frustration over the morning leaving now that he's close to you. All he needs to do now is wait until the plane is ready to depart, and brooding in wait is one of his favourite past times, was one of his favourite past times. He's gotten much less out of it recently, ever since his thoughts became filled with endless curiosity over how loudly he might be able to make you cry his name.

“Can you help Aerith and I reach something?” you ask, voice sweet and hopeful before trailing off. “We’re both too short,” you pout. 

He nods, hiding a small smile behind his cowl, though he's sure you see through his hidden expression. The apprehensive way that you ask him for things is cute, like you expect him to say no. He would never deny you anything.

“Thanks,” you smile, turning with a wave of your hand, asking him to follow. He falls into step behind you, immediately distracted by the sway of your hips and the curve of your ass. He tries not to stare but quickly gives in. He finds frustration with this part of himself, how his attraction starts from nothing but then becomes overwhelming and difficult to resist. He wonders idly if you even realise how much you affect him.

He doesn't know how he's going to get you alone tonight, or manage to spend long enough with you for it to be meaningful. He does not want to have to disappear before the morning again, you deserve so much more than a cold bed. He sighs, stepping closer to the plane, wondering what sort of commotion he will need to stage later in order to get you alone.

[aunno127]

i don't think i've completely combed out what's happening in your response yet but i've got enough down to add some thoughts, so just correct me if i'm wrong.

in relation to your original post and my first thoughts, i don't disagree at all on the claim, that kuga is incredibly loyal to mikumo. rather, what i'm disagreeing on is the cause for it, and the interpretation of the characters of world trigger that inform that cause. to me, kuga's loyalty is an informed decision made on the basis of his knowledge and justified trust in osamu's character. hence, mikumo is not a beneficiary of kuga's decision (which i feel that you feel is warped by his past, i'll get to that), he is a beneficiary of his own qualities. kuga would in fact do some rather wild shit if mikumo wanted it, but the examples you listed are in my opinion not impossibilities at all. if mikumo needed to do reprehensible things to achieve his goals at this stage, he would too. that's what's crazy about him - he's not a "decent" person, and i think if we get anything more about mikumo's past it could really shed some light on why is he how he is. i think we both agree that something is revealed about kuga's character from his loyalty to mikumo, but while for you i think it's that kuga has chosen to follow someone decent as a result of his past as a child soldier (which i don't think is ashihara's intention tbh, more on that), for me it's that what kuga wants in a partner aligns with mikumo's crazy/value (same thing). thus, while kuga's loyalty is interesting, it's not extrodinary to me as it is to you, nor is it interesting for the same reasons.

ok, about kuga's character, the whole child soldiers and warzones issue, and the opinion of the narrative on the child soldiers and warzones issue. you make a very clear distinction between the warfare kuga experienced and the safety and peace at border, and you especially noted how kuga's experiences contribute to your interpretation of his loyalty to mikumo. what i want to raise is that for one, there isn't as clear a distinction between warfare and safety in the neighborhood and at border, and that secondly, you can't interpret kuga's character as majorly defined by being a child soldier (as we understand it irl) in a way coherent with the narrative, because that's not how the author wrote it regardless of if that's ethical.

for the first point, i just don't quite agree that kuga is at border to frolick (this might be an exaggeration of your statement) and have a good time (this is not). mikado city was subject to a devastating attack and it resulted in (1) a serious turn by kido and his faction to creating a large, organized defensive force and (2) an influx of occasionally vengeful and almost always driven recruits, many of which are now a- or high b-ranks. miwa squad is not here to fuck around. the first time we saw kazama and tachikawa squad, they'd just returned from an away mission where they acted possibly as an invading force. out of kuga's friends, kageura squad used to be a-rank, toma is currently a-rank, and murakami is responsible for the defense of the city. these are all people that do know about war. tamakoma-2 is also aiming for a limited timeframe mission to find chika's brother, who is linked to hatohara and ninomiya squad, find replica, which requires travel to (i think this is the name viza mentioned) tropoi, and find a fix for kuga's body, which is still dying. these are not unimportant problems. all this is to say there is a real urgency for characters (that may have been represented inadequately in the manga due to the difference between story timeframe and irl timeframe) at border, and there are dangers that everyone is only tanking so well with jin's direction. things may be fun, but border is the stage of the story.

ok, the child soldiers. speaking negatively, my opinion is that the author just did not factor in ethical standards and the real-life and in-story psychological effects of children in warzones. i don't like blaming these things on outside factors but here it might very well be because world trigger is a shounen. this is relevant to kuga because i don't feel like he has been portrayed as a victim of his childhood. on the more justified end of justifications, characters - even very young ones - have often been subject to something that directs them to fight or join border. i don't know for kuroe, but chika has experienced issues her whole life leading to the loss of those close to her, and midorikawa was saved from certain death (i believe following the death of his family?) by jin. like in the scene with somei and katori after the first invasion, for some teenagers, becoming a border agent is the most worthwhile use of their time. on the other end, with someone like kanda, it also may not be. the situation at border on meeden in mikado city is that joining is worthwhile for many, and the situation with trion development is that starting at a younger age gives you an edge.

kuga specifically i don't think has been written as a child soldier, and instead more as a child...free agent. in fact, younger members of border fulfill moreso the idea of a child soldier because they are directed to fight for border, although border is honestly very well-organized and also has pay. kuga was raised to survive by his father, and they travelled as a much smaller unit. while yūgo's parenting isn't all that good by irl standars because you should probably leave your kid somewhere safe to grow, i think for one the world of world trigger doesn't offer that environment anywhere (look at the first invasion of mikado city, for instance) and for another yūgo wanted to raise his kid so he survives and does well in their environment. of course, kuga has a near-death experience followed by his father's sacrifice, and at this point kuga wants to get his father back. there's some things at play here, one of which is guilt, but it's not the biggest aspect in my opinion. kuga stated very plainly that his death was a result of his bad judgement and that yūgo shouldn't have sacrificed himself in kuga's place, but this didn't seem emotionally charged the way chika feels about the fates of others because of her. kuga just sees it as a given, that based on what he understands of the world, yūgo's death should not have happened, so he should reverse it. instead of guilt, he doesn't get it. so i guess the whole point is i agree with you on the fairness but not morality thing for kuga, and then he's also emotionally stunted, just that it wasn't because he was a child soldier? at this point i have been writing for so long i don't even see a point anymore.

oh right, yeah, loyalty to mikumo. so the qualities of kuga resultant from his past are for one not as traumatic as we might reasonably assume because of the author's choices, and also his qualities are less relevant to being a child soldier (directionlessness following loss of guidance, ineptness, in need of attachment to a cause) than they are to being a child free agent (nonexistent moral bounds, unemotional understanding of the world, fairly good judgement at least in my opinion).

just looked back to check over what you wrote again, and i think i started this off with a slight misunderstanding of your point, which is that kuga would follow mikumo even if he makes some "villain-arc" worthy choices. to answer this cleanly, i think i am entirely in agreement unless you think mikumo wouldn't make those decisions, however i think you just mean the story isn't going to back mikumo into that corner, so cheers to that. i disagree with you about kuga's character motivations based on what i think of the author's opinion on children fighting and my own interpretation of kuga, which may be subject to my own biases. because of my different idea of kuga's character, i think we think of kuga's loyalty to mikumo differently. finally, i disagree about your depiction of border, as well as kuga's current situation. to a lesser degree, i think you don't give mikumo enough credit, but i'm not sure about that.

also, there's no coherent way to put this, but i'm glad that you responded so soon and that there's other people interested in discussing world trigger. for me, whatever i think of specific character interpretations comes secondary to that.

rewatching World Trigger. I forgot how gay it was. Osamu straight up says "hey Yuma. I know that we've only known you for like five days, but I can't help but notice that you aren't doing anything with your life right now. Mind if I borrow it for a bit?"

And then Yuma responds with "while its true that we've only know each other for like five days, your kind yet stubborn nature has compelled me. Sure. Why not? From this moment on my life is yours to do whatever you want with. One condition, though. You have to be my boss" and then throughout the story he occasionally makes these little remarks like "I'd do anything my captain (osamu) asked me to."

Like bro what? I really don't think that Osamu fully realizes the weight of the loyalty he somehow managed to earn from Yuma. I don't think he could realize it. From his perspective he cringefailed his way into b rank while Yuma did all the work. "And now Yuma would kill or die for me" is just not a conclusion that would ever occur to Osamu based on the avaliable evidence.

And like, what's going on here from Yuma's perspective? I get that he was a man on the brink when the story started, pursuing a sincerely suicidal plan, and then said plan failed and he was left with absolutely nothing, but I still feel like there has to be more going on here. He decided that he would follow Osamu through hell and back the very same minute that Osamu asked anything of him at all.

It's like, combat is all Yuma has ever known. He doesn't see any future for himself at all, but he especially can't imagine a peaceful one. But he's not a bad kid. He doesn't go out of his way to hurt people. Osamu has proven to be a pretty decent person, willing to sacrifice himself to save the lives of relative strangers. Maybe, the way Yuma sees it, yeah he's a weapon, but if he follows Osamu at least he'll be a weapon pointed in the right direction. He'll fight because it's all he knows how to do, but osamu would only ever ask him to fight for worthy causes. Y'know?

Anyway. The point is that Yuma accepted helping Osamu as his new purpose in life after knowing him for less than a week, and that's A Lot, no matter how you look at it.

[pomegranate-fawn]

Weekly update: Mundanity

I was fighting demons this week, creatively, emotionally, physically. I think there’s this idea what we always have to be our perfect, best selves. And when we fail at that idea, it’s something we should be ashamed of. We have to be palatable or else no one will like us and if no one likes us, are we even worth anything?

My whole life I’ve worked in curating the persona of a soft, quiet, sweet girl. And that’s not to say that I’m not those things, but it feels like more of a performance than my reality. I’m quiet, but not a comfortable quiet, I’m soft but only because I fear being deemed strong, I’m sweet because I’m scared to be called a bitch instead.

As I’ve grown older I’ve started getting rid of those traits and trying to figure out who I truly am. Most days my core personality trait is tired. I try to be full of life and happiness but it’s such a chore. I’m told that I used to be vibrant and fun…but it was never that. I think I was just better at performing. Most days I wake up and sob cause I don’t want to leave the comfort of my bed. It’s like a hug from your mother, you fear if you leave it, it will be the last time you experience that warmth.

I’m tired…but I still make it out of bed. Most days I even brush my teeth twice and walk over 8k steps! But these things don’t bring me joy, I’m still tired. I want to focus on joy, on the mundane, but my sadness thrives within this setting. But I’m also too scared to leave the house, change my view, so what now? Do I just rot? Do I just give up? Or do I try to thrive within the mundane?

I always pick the latter. I want to live, I know that I’ll always have this sadness sewn into my skin, but I want to live. Even if that means living with weakness, even if it means learning to accept my not so good traits. I want to live more over I want to find acceptance. Not from anyone, but from myself. God may never forgive me but I want to forgive myself. I once tried to write about thriving within the mundanity for a college essay but the professor was so insane that I gave up the topic.

This professor genuinely wrote a musical that was like the “parody” musical “Slam Frank”. But unlike the people behind that dumpster fire he was being legit when he wrote his monstrosity. That musical was so, so bad that it made my previously homophobic mother fully embrace me and accept my identity as lesbian. That night was probably the closest she came to having a revelation, I hope I experience a revelation soon.

I know there is no cure for my sadness, but maybe if I write enough, I can find my peace. I’m officially 56k into my original story, Dear Nightingale. It’s inspired by my love (and hatred) for Black Butler, the Victorian era, The House in Fata Morgana, Alice in Wonderland and Alice through the looking glass (the original books and the 1972 and 1988 live action adaptations), The Girl From The Other Side, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Madoka Magica. Yeah…Lots of inspirations! Some are far more surface level and others aren’t. I started writing thanks to the encouragement of my gf…I would have never written this much if she wasn’t in my life. And thus, my first offering of this post…the prologue. It is NOT proofread so I’m sorry if it’s lowkey incomprehensible but I hope you like it…this is me being brave and sharing more of my art…eeeks…

Okay moving on from that…I don’t know what pushed me to be so vulnerable this post. I guess for me, it’s easier to write my feelings instead of speaking them. Writing is all I’ve ever felt good at, though I’m trying to be kinder to myself. My grandpa brought forth my passion for writing and he would probably want me to find more in life than writing…or maybe not, he was SUPER passionate about it. Anyways, I think I’m good at other things, but writing is something I’ve always clung to. But so has reading, I guess they were my first escape from this world. And it’s hard to not try to escape such a stressful world.

Something else I’ve clung to is my craft. After rejecting Christianity after half a lifetime of being incredibly religious, I felt lost. My mom got me into witchcraft not long after which honestly looking back could’ve easily gone wrong fast. Since I tend to be obsessive when it comes to religious beliefs. But honestly? It’s very chill for me. It’s part of my life but often takes a backseat. I worship the earth itself and all creatures on it…except ants I fucking hate ants I’m sorry Gaia. I really love cats and ravens and crows, I don’t really believe in patron saints or familiars but I try to befriend as many animals as I can. In the photo are two of the ravens I feed and talk to. I talk to animals, no, I do not think they can talk back. But talking to them makes me happy. One of them is a raven I nicknamed broken beak, I was really into Xenoblade when I gave him that name and he has a thick crack on his beak but he is healthy! Do not fear!

Teatime is something I always do, as you may know by now. This is my favorite mug, I had one of these mugs since my junior year of high school. It’s by Mudworks on Etsy, I know people are scared to buy on Etsy cause of people lying about their products but this is genuinely an authentic mug and handmade. It’s beautiful and so cute! My gf is writing her own story, Grand Thesis. Genuinely I believe she is one of the best writers to exist, and that is not an exaggeration. Her work is detailed but not to the point where it can become repetitive, her characters are lively while still being grounded, and her pacing is excellent. I made an oc that she ended up making canon to her story, his name is Faraji and you can find him on this post of hers! I bring him up cause he owns a coffee shop in the story and she added my favorite mug to her story in his coffee shop…it made me emotional. Its the little things, noticing ones favorite mug or remembering their order at a restaurant, it’s small gestures that show how dearly one can love you.

My love came over on Saturday and we played some more Sweet Pool, when I tried to screenshot the game it nearly crashed on me? I don’t know if it was something on my end or if it just…does that! Could be either. But I’m hoping to play more with her soon, I really love how it’s written and I have such a soft spot for Zenya he’s so eppy to me. I guess…if I’m being honest, I see him so far as someone with untreated bd, like myself, and that’s both a good and bad thing. Sometimes the ugly parts of yourself need to be shown to you before they can be changed or worked on. Sometimes just seeing someone else mirror your behavior even in fiction can be eye opening. But I feel bad for Zenya more than anything else, I could have easily turned out as mentally unwell had my mother not decided that I was hurting being in religion.

Ironically, the reason I’m not a fan of Mizuno or rather, Kirihara, is for the exact same reason I like Zenya. Kirihara is FAR more accurate to a portrayal of bd and the reality of forcing yourself to be something that you’re not, and I hate it. It’s hard to stare at a character that has so many flaws and then go “oh that’s lowkey me…” like I just wish that I could avoid my anger as easily as Mizuno. But I’m trying to work on myself, I go to therapy and I am overall kind. Idk, I’m just rambling but I hope it’s interesting at least. I plan to make a more in-depth post about Kirihara and bd so I’ll expand my thoughts there. Let’s move onto music.

I’m really gonna try to stop listening to Ethel Cain for a bit. I love Perverts and Preachers Daughter and Ethel Cain’s music so fucking much but I won’t lie…it is probably adding to my sadness. This is not me blaming Ethel Cain but rather me trying to accept that I cannot consume anything whenever I want, I have to be intentional or else I could end up harming myself or falling into a state of depression. With that being said, I WILL listen to Perverts one last time before shelving it for a while.

I think I highlighted an fmab song last week…so this week I can glaze 2003’s ost. Which is just as good. Honestly, while I love both versions of fma…I think 2003 has stuck with me more. Which is funny cause on my yearly rewatch I tend to watch brotherhood and not 03 but I genuinely get so emotional over 2003. It was my first big anime and the story is so beautiful, while themes intersect with ones present in Brotherhood, I feel like 2003 is a lot more about rebirth and taking the good with the bad more than brotherhood is. And I think it feels more realistic in its portrayals of humanity it’s so good. This is one of the first songs in the ost, and it’s so melancholiac and yet hopeful.

Lastly we have our video recommendation, which is Nikki Carreon’s second part to her Shane Dawson video series. I was never a fan of him and though I had friends that were, most of the time when I was shown his videos it was his conspiracy theory stuff so I just thought he was a weird but overall harmless clickbait YouTube but then obviously 2020 happened along with D’Angelo Wallace’s video on him and I was disgusted that such a man ever became famous. Nikki’s videos on him are even more in-depth than what D’Angelo went into plus I really love Nikki’s videos. I’d recommend watching part one before part two but I’m linking part two since it’s the one I watched this week (I watched the first part when it came out!)

[scribeofskyrim]

TES GALA WIP - COLOR FLATS

Tagging @sweet-milky-tea705 and @changelingsandothernonsense in case they want to see the progress.

I'm still slowly chipping away at this piece I made for the TES Gala. Between the heat wave and chronic migraines it's not going as fast as I would like, but I still want to finish it because I really, really like it!

In addition to rendering and getting the background in there, I still need to add details like makeup, trim, textures, Elenwen's infamous contour... All that fun stuff. I'm really looking forward to doing more work on it, but that'll have to wait until next week.

From Left to Right, we have:

Erandur - Mara

Valdimar - Kyne

Septim the Dog - Himself, but Barbas if people ask

Bronwen - My LDB - Talos

Lydia - Tsun

Elenwen - Magnus

And because tumblr isn't nice to large images, here's some close-ups.

There's a lot of details on this that I wrote out in the first WIP post, so I'll copy-paste that with some additional notes now that there's color and close-ups.

Detailed explanation and headcanons below the cut!

The Scene:

Bronwen is Talos, and of course, with the Gala being in Summerset, certain people there were not happy to see her choice of outfit.

We all know how much Elenwen loves fancy parties, and since she's the head of the Thalmor in Skyrim of course she'd get an invite. Her superiors at the party asked her to take care of Bronwen without causing a fuss. When she confronted Bronwen she was met with a whisper of a Shout, and thunder rumbled in the distance. (Hells yeah, Storm Call!)

Rather than make a scene, because she would, Bronwen offered a little wager. They play cards, and if she wins, she stays! If she loses, she leaves, simple as that. Elenwen agreed, and a deck of cards was found. Of course, Elenwen couldn't leave it at one game (which she lost), so Bronwen suggested making things more interesting by putting some coins on the table.

And that's where we are now. Several hands in, and Elenwen is both too competitive to stop and has effectively forgotten her original order to eject Bronwen.

Yes, Bronwen is weaponizing her cleavage while she pulls a card from under Septim's collar. She doesn't know if Elenwen likes boobs or not, but either way, they're a distraction!

Environmental Notes:

If the furniture looks a bit big for everyone but Elenwen, you're correct! Altmer are canonically a head taller than most humans, and Elenwen is very tall. So, I scaled up the furniture to comfortably fit an Altmer frame. The playing cards are also Altmer-sized, as are the cups.

Bronwen's kneeling on the chair becasue she's barely over five feet tall.

You can't see the cards very well, but I made up some suits and changed a few of them. The Ace that Bronwen is pulling from Septim's collar is a 1, and the suit is Knots, a symbol of Mara. Elenwen's hand has a 4 of Arrows (for Auri-El's Bow), a 4 of Knots, a 10, a Captain, and a Queen. I figured Mara's Knots would be a good substitute for Hearts, and Auri-El's Arrows for Spades. I haven't come up with any others yet, but I might for later drawings.

Now for the Couture:

Erandur: Mara

Erandur is portraying Mara (of course) with a mix of Old Nord and Dunmer flair. The cut of his outfit is based on various Dunmer priest robes, and the warm colors reflect his regular priest robes and Mara's position as one of the Hearth Gods in Skyrim. The open front shows off his scribemetal Amulet of Mara tattoo. (Scribemetal is a thing I made up, uses magic to turn precious metals into liquid that you can tattoo, makes shiny metallic tattoos, I can talk more about it in a separate post if you want. Anyway...)

Mara was known as the Mother Wolf, and the shoulder decor was taken from the stone carvings you can find of her in ancient Nord tombs. The flowers on the bottom of Erandur's vest are Rose-of-Archon blooms, which are sacred to Mara. The knotwork behind them is just another nod to Nord styling. I need to finish the colorwork on those.

Now for the headcanons - I gave him a bunch of tattoos, which includes an Amulet of Mara over his heart. I also HC him as having the Vaermina robe patterns tattooed on him, but just the outlines. When he left, he had them turned into flames and filled in with red and gold. He does have A LOT more tattoos in my fic, but most of them aren't Gala-appropriate, so he's mostly covered. He has lots of piercings, too, so it's time for fancy jewelry! He's also cleaned up, with neater facial hair.

Valdimar: Kyne

Being a Nord, Valdimar is familiar with their creation myth. Kyne (AKA Kynareth) was said to have breathed the first Nords into life from the wind and ice atop the Throat of the World. Her totem animal was the Hawk, which you see a lot of in old Nord ruins all over Skyrim. To represent the initial creation, he's wearing lots of blue/white/silver. Colors associated with air and snow.

I went hard on the Hawk motif, so as to not confuse Kyne with Kynareth. "Feather" cloak, Kyne buckle, hawk cloak clasps, winged hawk crown, with bracers and boots based on Elven armor from the game, which have a lot of feathers. I picture the cloak as not being made from real blue feathers, but rather a very lightweight fabric, probably a kind of silk, that catches every slight air movement. I like to think it's always moving, to evoke the sense of air and wind.

Headcanon time! Valdimar's stopped shaving his head because he's not mourning his ex any more. I also gave him earrings and tattoos, they're just covered here. He and Erandur are wearing "matching" earrings - Same style, different colors.

Yes, that is a ring on his left hand. No prizes for guessing who has the other one.

Septim the Dog: No one!

Just him! Bronwen did manage to convince the people at the door that he was Babas, because the rules clearly state that everyone needs to be dressed.

Bronwen Legiano: Talos

Yes, she went to a Gala in Summerset dressed as Talos because she's a bit of a chaos gremlin. At first glance she might be mistaken for Akatosh, but if you know what the Talos symbol looks like from the shrines and amulets (remember, Talos worship has been outlawed for over 30 years) then you KNOW that's who she is.

You can't see it here, but there's a giant Talos symbol on the front of her skirt, and she's wearing Talos Amulet earrings. She's dressed in purples, a royal color befitting an emperor, with gold accents. The dress will have a subtle scale pattern to it, to go with her dragon-wing cape that's attached at her wrists and arms from her back. You've probably seen butterfly or bird wing costume capes like that IRL; this is a dragon version of those.

Her crown was the most fun for me, though! It's based on the achievement badge you get when you find the Dragonstone in Bleak Falls Barrow. There's a very stylized Dragon head that you see on the Word Walls in the center, and the stone is red like the Amulet of Kings. Another nod to Talos, fellow Dragonborn!

Lydia: Tsun

Tsun is one of the Dead Gods in the Nord pantheon, and oversees "trials against adversity". He guards the Whalebone Bridge that leads to the Hall of Valor in Sovengarde, and his totem is the Bear. Like I did with Valdimar, I went hard on the Bear motif for Lydia. She has a bearskin mantle for her cloak, and she's wearing the bear helm from the Carved Nordic Armor set in the game.

When you meet Tsun in the game, he's wearing an armored belt almost exactly like this one. The face on his buckle didn't read as a bear to me, so I changed it to the sigil you see on the puzzle columns, and I also put them on her brooches. I put his axe on her false skirt front. She's really wearing pants under there, you just can't tell unless you look.

Why Tsun? Headcanons! I HC Lydia as nobility, with the last name Clawthane. The wolves that serve Tsun in Sovengarde are called Clawthanes, which is where her family got their name, and why I put wolf paws on her boots instead of bear paws. Tsun is her family's patron god, even though he's dead.

Elenwen: Magnus

Okay, I hate Elenwen, but I'm not going to do her dirty and dress her badly. She's dressed as Magnus, Altmer god of Magic and the Sun, who is also said to have created the stars. He's also a god of Insight, and his main artifact is the Eye of Magnus. You can see the influence from that in the swirling patterns on her dress, and I color-picked from the artifact to color in her dress.

I wanted to give her something tall, sleek and elegant, so she's wearing a simple sheath-style gown with an open back with a drape at the bottom. Something to make her look even taller, which includes the fancy up-do and sun-ray hairpin. There's little chains over her back, with stars hanging from them, and little stars on her sleeve border. She's also wearing an eye ring, and there's a chain around the back of her neck (keeps the dress shoulders from slipping) with an eye charm in the center, like she's watching you even with her back turned. Perfect for a Thalmor agent!

The rest of her jewelry is sort of amorphous, and I like to think of it as the swirling light you see when powerful artifacts emit tendrils of magic energy. I wanted the jewelry to be gold, but it blends with her skin too much, so I changed it to silver.

I chose Magnus for her because I think she'd want to depict an Altmer rather than an Imperial god. Also, his connection with sight and eyes just fits too perfectly with her position of head of the Thalmor in Skyrim.

That's it! I hope you like the piece so far! ^_^

[xxplastic-cubexx]

just wanted to make a color ref for Brain Therapist Magneto from 309 but i needed lights too for some reason

bonus The Flats Only Version

[arrowsneo]

Dhmis new friend submission

[g3othermal3scapism]

Here is my fem marauders pitch.

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 01 - Introduction

Arsay is not one to boast, but still she would speak of her roles and titles with pride. She saw them as proof of her worth in the world. After a break from facing apocalyptic scenarios, Arsay has begun to learn that she should strive to view herself beyond her accolades.

[robinson-graves]

[sits up suddenly from my coffin] anybody fuck with my super danganronpa 2 x guy who didnt like musicals au

[catgirlkirigiri]

Iris my love... gotta have the girly secondary fursona. For gender time. Actually think she's being demoted to fursona number 3 but idk we'll see about the pecking order when refs are all done. She was waaay overdue for a redesign oh shit I just realized I didn't put a color palette on here. Oh well ig too late for that now I am not rearranging that bg

[customizablefriend]

My true self still loves Tommyinnit I am still an inniter at heart I have not changed

[sysig]

For the last day of requestober, can you please draw something spooky/scary with Negative RGB? With all the cool lighting stuff you've been doing recently, I think it could be very dramatic, and I'd love to see him in your style!

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[hvackisser]

I'm pretty sure I've been forgotten around here, but I did wanna pop in and mention how excited I am that tomorrow I'm gonna have fun at the local con with my partner! 🫶 I'm gonna get self ship art signed for 4 different f/os!!