#this applied to all the verses i draw them in

[dorkousloris]

thinking about anita having to go through the stuff i have to relearn myself through them i- so prior to this, i was always see myself as simply nonbinary / enby, and that's it. i was comfortable in that and then i am re-learning myself once more-

back in 2019-2020, i designed anita to kiss a favourite RO- didn't have any solid ideas for them, they were there for me to draw my favourite ship i still came back to draw today. but they're still enby, but that's it- a soft but very sensitive OC that wears binders occasionally and was much more softer that i look back and goes 'huh, oh i forgot u were like that-'

2020-2022? top scars and short hair for neets is me wanting it, so drawing them in that had allow me to develop them more- from that soft little guy to still a little guy, but this time, who is tired, annoyed, and can be soft but only with close friends and people they care- i have the most fun drawing them with these new revelations and it also lowkey make me feel happy to simply draw them with top scars, and in that progress, it fits them.

and last year to this year, it truly fits them when i recently embraced being transmasc so was neets. they just tug my sleeve and ask me that they want to go on T. so they did, and i am. once again re-learning myself more. its... a someday dream for me. for now i enjoy developing them in this new path once more.

and now, they're not that soft baby i used to call them, they're a confident little shit- still tired, still annoyed at peoples bullshit, but most of all, they're quiet and thoughtful and. more angrier but also more grumpy, and still soft- but for people they love and cares for.

and well, still a little guy but more developed this time around.

[arolesbianism]

Hello miss Marker Bills can I help you…?

[sinofwriting]

Conversations - Max Verstappen (I ❤️ MILFS verse)

Words: 614 Summary: Direct follow up to ‘Protective’ (Part of the I ❤️ MILFS verse)

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Max has always taken care of how he approaches certain conversations with Pan. Not just because he cared for her, but because she is a mom and that brings a whole host of other conversations he himself had never imagined having to have before seeing her for the first time.

But this isn’t a conversation he’s taking much care with. There is an anger burning in him, a fury, and perhaps he should take a bit more care, but he knows that as soon as he speaks his tone will be gentle, words more gentle than they have to be, but he can’t ease into it, find a segue.

“You never told me.” He normally would wrap his arms around her, bring her close before pressing kisses all over her face, delighting in the smile it gets him. This time he just gives her a small kiss.

She frowns, “about being called a whore?”

Max winces at the word, at the word being applied to her. “Yes.”

“Oh,” her brows furrowed together and once again it hits Max how despite her being older, having a kid, that he’s the more experienced one when it comes to relationships.

“Could we talk about it?” He asks, guiding her over to the couch where they both sit once she nods.

“When was the first time?”

“I was eighteen. I had gotten called other things before that, especially with Logan being around, calling me mom, but it wasn’t until after I adopted him that I actually got called a whore.” She smiles, but it’s small, barely there. “It was actually me getting him into karting. Some parents thought that I had slept around, y’know. And then father’s of some other kids, team principal’s and owners when I wouldn’t put out would also call me a whore. Funny how that works.” She laughs.

He hears the laugh, but his brain is focusing on the team owners and principals.

He knew all the team’s that Logan had been a part of. Knew a good majority of their team leadership either by name or from having met them. And more than one, more than a few had tried to start something with her and then when she of course rejected them, they called her a whore.

“Which ones?”

“What?”

“The teams, which ones?”

She sighs, leaning forward a bit. “Max, y’know I can’t tell you that. It wasn’t anyone from Ricky Flynn though or Carlin or Prema.”

“That leaves about eight other teams.”

They stare at each other, unwavering and after a moment she sighs again. “The one that was really a problem was the team owner for the first karting team Logan was in, ITN.”

“They aren’t a thing anymore.” “No. They didn’t want to continue after they lost the championship in 2017 to a team that had cheated and didn’t get banned.”

Max raises an eyebrow.

She shrugs, “I stay caught up. The owner now has a small stake in McLaren.”

“Arrow?”

“Both. All.” She shrugs again, “I didn’t look that deep into it, just saw the news. I’ve seen him in the paddock though.”

“You’ve seen him in the paddock.” he repeats, blinking slowly. “Okay.”

He smiles at her, leaning forward. “Thank you for telling me.”

She smiles, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for listening.”

As he pulls her into his arms to cuddle, she doesn’t notice the clench of his jaw, his eyebrows drawing together, as he thinks about what he’ll be bringing up and doing in tomorrow’s meeting. There were a few more things Red Bull as a team could do than just no longer allowing Sky Sports to interview and talk to them.

[ingoodjesst]

one thing i really like about the apothecary diaries is how fluidly maomao moves between high- and low-class society, between the rear palace and the pleasure district, allowing us to see the parallels in the power dynamics. in both settings, we see women trying to make the most of their relative stations with whatever tools available to them, which are often shared. much of the politics of the series centers women and the ways they try to navigate the world through seduction, marriage, beauty, fashion, manipulation, etc, because these are the things they're valued for. their appearance, their social graces, their "purity", their marriageability, their ability to bear children, and beyond - these all lend political, economic, and social leverage to themselves and their families regardless of class.

the mystery angle in particular enables the story to closely examine what tools and motives are available to women in the apothecary diaries in a way that's contextualized and humanized. it's also how the series highlights said women operating with a keen awareness of society's expectations and systems. whether that's applying deathly white powder to maintain impractical beauty standards, faking illnesses to deter certain visitors, using parlor tricks to subtly punish callous men, or wearing ostentatious outfits to hide a certain truth, each mystery we encounter reveals more about what it means to navigate the world of the apothecary diaries as a woman in addition to revealing their cleverness (or lack thereof) in doing so.

maomao is no exception to the rule, often weighing similar questions of propriety and power before she acts - although she does engage from a unique position. she's a literate woman from the lower class with special circumstances surrounding her birth, versed as an apothecary, and favored by highly ranked members of the court. this, plus her marked lack of ambition beyond medicine, gives her a lot of mobility between and (relatively) unbiased insight into both the high- and low-ranked parts of society. in turn, we readers are given a fantastic protagonist to explore what i consider a core draw of the series: seeing how maomao chooses to move through the world, highly conscious of her own social positioning as well as that of all the other women around her

[mask-of-prime]

MTLK: White Lions

((Same rules as before: Put spoiler warnings on the very top of your comments before commenting spoilers. The film is still very new this time around and I , myself, have not seen it yet, I'll see it as soon as I can, though. Once I do, there will be more fanart based on knowledge I have of the movie after seeing it. This drawing is a byproduct of the things I already knew.))

As a (slightly late) celebration of the long-awaited release of the Mufasa movie today, I made 2D-verse designs of the main members of Kiros' pride we were introduced to via this clip.

Design process below:

I felt that Kiros needed an update to his design from the last time I drew him. I felt I was following the features of his photorealistic counterpart too much and came up with a way too detailed lion who didn't quite fit the 2D-verse. I still went for that ice-themed shape language for his design, such as sharp points and slight hexagon shapes. I referenced Mads Mikkelsen's features just as the creators of Kiros' design said they have done, themselves. I can tell they went for that same technique that Andreas Deja once used when applying Jeremy Iron's features and expressions to 2D Scar.

As you can probably see, Amara and Akua instantly reminded me of Zira and Vitani, respectively. As soon as I saw the preview featuring them, I instantly got the vibes of already-existing lionesses based on their designs and personalities. They also gave me, like, Tarantino villainess vibes a little. Something about these femme fatale assassins working for the greedy and conniving big bad guy made me think of something out of Kill Bill.

I'm still uncertain which one lioness is Amara and which is Akua, or whether these are even their names or not at all. I heard these are Kiros' sisters? I definitely see it in Akua, she looks like she could be his identical twin.

Alternative Kiros eyes:

[class1akids]

People are saying he's gonna die eventually, that the next chapter is gonna be the Todoroki family sending off Touya before pulling the plug… and I'm like WTF??? Do you think that's gonna happen??

I think people are jumping to conclusions. We literally have no idea what we are seeing:

It could be a tank or a room behind the glass. It could be for life support or for recovery. The wires could be keeping Touya alive or rebuilding his tissue. The bindings could be to restrain him or compression to help him heal, or both. The stuff around his head could again be restraint or a mask because they fixed his jaw.

Just because Hori likes to draw horror when it comes to Touya, I think the question of whether he survives solely depend on the fact if Horikoshi wants him to survive. Central Hospital has Ujiko's tech, so they can fix him if that's what the narrative wants.

So I think, it's more interesting to look at the different themes of the family and what kind of ending would make sense for them.

Shouto's is about "giving help that's not asked for" being applied to his family, as well as a deep belief that anyone has the capacity to change with the right push.

Touya's is about wanting a meaning for his existence, and wanting to see the family change.

Endeavor's is about how you can atone when the past never dies and how he can step up as a father after all this time:

Going through absolute hell and drag Touya back from the brink only to "pull the plug" as a mercy killing works for none of these arcs.

If Hori wanted it to be a classic shonen tragedy, he would have let Endeavor take Touya in a murder-suicide like no doubt many readers and in-verse the public would have liked it to happen. The abuser and the victim-turned-villain dying together in a last act of self-sacrifice, Enji dying with his "mistakes".

Horikoshi didn't want to write this ending though. Because this still makes it all about Endeavor - his rules, his sins, his reputation, his choices, his mistakes.

He decided to make the way the family changed matter more. This ending my work for Enji and Touya, but it sure as hell didn't work for Rei, Natsuo, Fuyumi or Shouto.

If Touya just dies here, getting pulled with a plug like old bathwater, because the family decides it's better - how is that a different from being left behind again?

Isn't it more meaningful if the family faces that "pure hell" Natsuo mentioned together?

And maybe find a solution together...

[000marie198]

I love it how in the movies and shows, it is never explicitly mentioned that Hiccup and Snotlout are cousins but it is shown throughout the franchise in little moments so accurately that when you tell a fan they are cousins, there is zero doubt. Their whole dynamic screams cousins, whether it be them trying to freaking destroy the other in the funniest ways or caring about the other while still throwing around insults.

That aside, what I really wanted to point out is how similar some of their skills are. A proof they are cousins is that they share some very specific talents that most people on Berk don't have, talents that match in almost a familial manner.

You guys all know Hiccup's perks and personality and talents right? Well, lemme point out some of Snotlout's and see how they match his cousin's.

A strange combination of Loyal to a fault and Rebellious to a fault. This perk doesn't just apply on Snotlout, Hiccup is like this too but in his own way. It depends on the situation and person and their mood most importantly. Hiccup would sneak out to hunt for trolls and go into forest or try and train dragons or sneak out to go on flights when he's not supposed to etc. And Snotlout would trust and listen and have his team's and leader's back even if he doesn't seem to like it at points. He cares about his friends so much (seriously, go watch the entirety of the DreamWorks Dragons series)

Inventive and artistic. Snotlout works at the armoury at the beginning of RTTE, he also invented the sheep launcher. He's also pretty good at stitching. And I'm preeeetty sure he's able to forge his own weapons and armor now same as Hiccup.

Amateur writers who're actually pretty good. Hiccup's narrations are always fun to listen to and they also indicate that he has a knack for being a writer. In an episode of RTTE, Snotlout wrote a book that the gang found to be pretty good. And while Hiccup has artistic skills in drawing and painting and sketching, Snotlout is good at designing and aesthetics.

They both have a strange tendency to go and get hit on the head by lightning. Actually, lightning really seems to love these two.

Interestingly enough, Snotlout is also shown to be pretty persuasive and encouraging to others when needed, whether it be giving a scared kid a peptalk or talking some sense into someone who's being reckless and stubborn.

Tendency to plan something extremely reckless and crazy when there's a time crunch and those plans surprisingly work. Yes, both Hiccup and Snotlout do that quite often.

They love dragons! And yes, I'm aware that by now, the whole gang loves dragons but Hiccup loves them even more. He is obsessed with them and wants to keep them safe, he cares about these creatures so so much! While the other riders love their dragons more than anybody else but not as much as Hiccup, Snotlout cares about dragons almost in a similar way to how Hiccup and Valka do. He sings lullabies to baby fireworms and is so gentle with them. In The Eel Effect, he went into Hiccup mode with a terrible terror (just before he shook the poor guy but that besides the point) and was giving a speech to start a dragon revolution because he appreciates these creatures and genuinely believes they should be treated with full respect

That is all to say, even if it isn't directly told in the movie-verse, it is shown throughout that Hiccup and Snotlout are cousins and both even have some traits and talents in common

[crownedinmarigolds]

Hello all! Since there was some interest - I am going to try and put together a little World of Darkness Secret Santa for November - December! I think I will create a place to submit applications, keep it open a week, and then close it to prevent confusion and keep things orderly. The work allotted time would be for a few weeks/month after!

I will happily make a legitimate post closer to the date I'm thinking of, but I think rules are - you provide your World of Darkness OC you'd like artwork done for, and submit the appropriate reference materials for them with your application. I think submitting multiple OCs in one application would probably be fine for the receiver to have multiple ideas to pick from - but I wouldn't pressure anybody to draw group portraits unless they so chose to. You would be getting someone else's OC to draw! I think write ups would be amazing but I do know that writing would probably take a lot more planning work - so if you feel like writing that's awesome but I understand that's a little tougher to manage for Secret Santas! You'd probably really have to know the other person's OC.

If anyone wants to help out with some collecting and application management that would be really cool, feel free to message me! I'm afraid I'm not well-versed in collecting multiple applications so if anyone knows of an efficient way to keep track of doing that, I'm all ears!

No rush for anyone to get to work or to apply or anything! It's over a month away for my application date so please continue enjoying your Octobers! I just wanted to give a heads up!

[fallen-jpg]

hi you are cool, what was your art-learning process like? how did you find your current style?

hey, ahhhh ty!!!

off the bat i want to say i went to art school so i'm not a self-taught artist. i learned foundation stuff there and i still study art in this traditional, academic way in which i read a bunch of art textbooks and try to apply those words to my art

for my current style, the start of things was i saw the first spider-verse movie and wanted to emulate that but for dc characters. and i did that privately for a year or 2 until i made this account

but the driving factor is that i suck at line art and i realized that pretty early on. so instead of trying to lvl up my line art, i dumped all my skill points into color and shape instead. then i realized i suck at anatomy so i focused on backgrounds.

that combo is what you are currently seeing as my style. colors, shape, backgrounds. i've completely given up on line art but i do want to work on anatomy and characters more

my prof said that personal style comes from weaknesses and how you deal with your weaknesses. thinking about it in that way relieved a lot of pressure bc i have plenty of weaknesses, weaknesses galore! and instead of hating myself for my artistic weaknesses, ive been using them as my guiding light for drawings

i hope that helps you too

[silly-lil-scribbles]

Introduction post!!

FREEEEEEE YEEHAW

status: drawing the sillies again (peterick)

lyrics that fit the current vibe: the only thing i havent done yet is die, and its me and my plus one in the after life

current chance of a response if you dm me*: 0%

* does not apply to mousie cuz its my emotional support friend

- My name is Finn! You can also call me scribbles, soup, or really any dumb nickname will do. it/he <3

woah look at that.. its me.. on another website!! slight flash warning for spacehey btw ^^

if you havent read this in a while, i would suggest reading again cuz i update it a lot <3

- faggy but in the most aroace way possible

- as far as gender, boy-ish

- I MADE A JAIL ACCOUNT SO IF IM JAILED I MIGHT BE OVER THERE ‼️ @soup-has-been-imprisoned-noooooo

- I POST ABOUT BUGS A LOT! if you dont wanna see that …. sorry? i always tag if op didnt but just proceed with caution yk

- i post about the magnus archives/protocol and my chem frequently, though I also just reblog a ton of random shit. may be nsfw. Also I forget to tag for spoilers a lot so just know that there are magpod spoilers in general on my blog.

- music artists I like: mcr, arma angelus, fob, lemon demon, will wood, dazey and the scouts, cavetown, mother mother, nova twins, that handsome devil, noahfinnce, qbomb, gum disease, sparkbird, mischief brew, be your own pet, pierce the veil, specimen, faetooth, the mechs, rabbitology, scene queen, scarlets remains, femtanyl, leathermouth, pansy division, cannibal corpse, the spook school, the crane wives, the used, and slutever

overall i really enjoy a lot of punk and emo and dark cabaret and id love suggestions if u have any!!

- Shows/Podcasts/Other Media i enjoy! DANGER DAYSS, Malevolent, The Magnus Archives, Stranger Things, Welcome to Nightvale (though I haven’t finished it yet), the Osemanverse, Nimona, Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, ATLA, LOK, It, Hilda, Camp Here and There, Radio Rental, warrior cats, the silt verses, dead end: paranormal park, the saw franchise, the thankskilling franchise, invader zim (just now getting into it im only on s1 rn), arcane, happy tree friends, also im a big fan of horror movies so id love suggestions

- my blog is super messy so all of my art is under the tag #scribbles draws a thing and my original text posts (not the short personal ones typically, just the one i actually want people to see) are under #scribbles says shit.

- my body hates me very much (in other words im physically disabled)

- surprise, my brain also hates me very much! And yes this is also undiagnosed!

- tone tags are appreciated <3

- i post a lot! if you left an anon ask please check my #scribbles asks tag if you cant find it, sorry ‘bout that

boundaries n stuff:

- not ok with sexual or romantic comments

- platonic flirting is ok if we’re moots

- feelings on sex fluctuate a lot but im usually pretty indifferent, same for romance but usually averse

continued:

- i have a tmagp fic i just starting writing! If you wanna know more, posts related to that are under #electric desires have unraveled all my wires :(

- I have 4 cats and a dog, also a gecko

- i have a queerplatonic partner!! hes awesome and swaggy and writes so much. so. much writing. wow. not saying wow in a bad way im just genuinely impressed. chou if ur reading this i love you <3

- SURPRISE i have another queerplatonic partner too!!!! its super fun and cool and pathetic /vpos. my favorite excitable soggy cardboard box ilysm <3 (if ur a regular around here im sure ur familiar lol)

- i love them both so much holy shit guys aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

- im a coyotekin therian :]

- i love bugs!!!!!!!!!!! please show me bugs!!!!!!!!!!!! tag me in bug posts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- My favorite colors are hot pink, cyan, neon green, and red

- I love interacting with mutuals and getting asks! plspls send me random shit in asks im begging

- I’m creating a cartoon called Catlantis (still in progress)

- I have a love hate relationship with writing but i do it anyways so oh well

- Frogs.

other tags i use a lot are:

#soup poorly draws gay people out of obligation; my series of promised dyhard drawings.

#soup gets pathetic about friendship; me when im a sappy bitch about my friends or partners

#objectives list; save file for when i say im gonna do something so i dont forget about it

#catlantis save; hoarding info for catlantis

#insomnia induced rambles; i cant sleep and im making it your problem

#our lady of sorrows; not the song, my mcr inspired goddess i made up for my dnd character to worship

#scribbles asks; asks

#info save; good to know

#scribbles liveblogging tmagp; exactly what it sounds like

#art save; resources for doing art

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[latterdaydaisy]

How I Practice My Faith and My Craft as a Mormon Witch ~ daily (the basics)

I start my day with a prayer.

After I pray, before I do anything else I do a quick devotional study. I use the We Believe app and the RiseXP app for this.

After I have prayed and I do my devotional, it’s time to cleanse, recharge, and protect myself! I’ll draw a bath meant for cleansing myself physically and spiritually. The stuff I put in can vary, but I typically always use at least these items: clear quartz, salt, lemongrass, and a drop of some blessed water I’ve made for purifying myself/items. After my bath, I’ll put on a fresh pair of garments and my veil for protection (and a reminder to humble myself). Then I go out in the sun to charge and I’ll sip on some chamomile tea charged with my intentions for the day. I’ll say a prayer of gratitude during this time as well.

Once I feel sufficiently filled with light, it’s time to begin my day! I go inside and begin my devotional time. I’ll light a candle on my altar for Jesus, and do a quick tarot reading to see what God would have me focus on learning and doing for the day to help me progress along the covenant path. Once that’s done, it’s time for scripture study! I like to open with prayer and a hymn. I’ll ask God to lead me by the Spirit in my study so I may know what He would have me learn and how I can apply this principle in my life today. Currently I listen to one general conference talk and read a couple chapters of the Book of Mormon and the New Testament. I’ll do devotionals in my journal for a quote I liked in the talk and a verse that stood out to me following the SOAP outline. (Scripture, Observations, Application, Prayer. I leave space at the end of the page to reflect on my experiences applying what I learned at the end of the day.)

Now I’ve completed my morning routine, it’s time to move on throughout my day! As I go about my day I continually pray, try my best to keep my baptismal and temple covenants, and look for opportunities to be kind to/serve/and share the gospel with others. As an offering to Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ I consecrate all my efforts to Them. I also try to make time to be still so the Spirit can speak to me, usually by taking a minute to breathe and be present (even if I’m doing chores). I also make an effort to listen to uplifting music/podcasts while I work on my chores to uplift my spirit. When I’m doing chores is also when I’ll usually cleanse my house of any energy/influences not of God. (Note on my house, it’s been blessed by the missionaries at my ward as well as myself, and I have wards set up)

Whenever I feel inclined to pray about something, I usually do a quick spell alongside the prayer. This is mostly to get me in the habit of practicing every day in small ways, but it’s really helped me to be less robotic and more sincere in my prayers. Not anything super fancy. It can be as simple as putting amethyst in my purse on the way to institute to calm my social anxiety, a bay leaf sigil burning, or just visualization. If I feel inclined, I’ll also do spell work for those I pray for. Note: something I’ve learned is crucial whether you pray, cast a spell, or do both- remember this pattern: ask, believe, act. Pray/spell cast, choose to believe all things are possible with God, and do your due diligence relying on God’s grace to bring about the things you prayed for (this is when the Lord works miracles).

When the day has ended, I’ll begin my night routine. After I go back on my morning devotional study and reflect on my day, I’ll cleanse myself once more, put some crystals charged with my intentions for the next day under my pillow, spray my peace essential oil mist on my pillow, and end the night with a prayer of gratitude, repentance, and asking for a good sleep to be prepared for the next day. I also keep my veil under my pillow for protection since it’ll fall off when I sleep.

I’ll make future posts on how I connect with Christ and some spells that I do, but here is a general outline of what my day as a Mormon witch looks like! (Might make another post on my sabbath days because those look a little different). Thanks for reading!

[doggygutz]

hello!! you can call me Viscera, this is my blog dedicated to being a weird freak on the internet. it won't be exclusively nsfw/sexual, just Weird and Freaky in a variety of ways. it will feature taboo kinks and fantasies, and dead dove content, though. it'll probably mostly be reblogs but who knows, maybe i'll post my own stuff too

i'm 18 (born 05/21/2006), i use it/she/he pronouns (neos are cool too, especially nature, dog, or rabbit themed ones, just no they/them), and i'm good with all kinds of gendered language. i'm also autistic, schizospec, mentally ill, and physically disabled, some of which may come up occasionally

i'm a rabbit & dog therian, and a vampire & fallen angel otherkin, please refer to me as such!!

my interests are listed below the cut :3

sfw interests:

marvel has been a big special interest of mine since i was a kid, and i've recently gotten into the x-men movies as well!! i've watched every marvel movie, and most marvel shows

other movies i like include: all of the star wars movies, studio ghibli movies, and horror and thriller films

other shows i like include: the mandalorian, house md, hannibal, invincible, the boys, michael shur shows, breaking bad, and succession

music; my favourite bands and artists are depeche mode, the smiths, the clash, the cure, harley poe, and bo burnham! i'm also learning to use computer programs to make my own music

visual art; i enjoy photography, and paint, draw, and make jewelry, and i sometimes sculpt. i also plan on learning embroidery and improving my sewing

spirituality -- i've identified as pagan since i was 13, and i'm still exploring some more parts of spirituality and religion, and i just generally find it an interesting topic

alternative subcultures (i'm goth myself, and almost all of my friends are some flavour of alternative as well)

video games (mainly stardew valley, acnh, legend of zelda botw & totk, spiritfarer, and hollow knight)

ARGs and unfiction

animals & nature (some of my favourite animals are crows, sharks, rabbits, and wolfdogs)

nsfw interests:

bondage (especially shibari)

collars & leashes, muzzles, harnesses, and other similar gear

body worship & examination

ageplay & petplay (mainly puppy play)

primal play & scent/sweat

teratophilia (monsterfucking!!)

cnc, free use, intox (mainly weed), and somno

age gap & power imbalance

overstim & edging

sadomasochism (especially spanking, slapping, and caning) & blood, and general violence ig??

marking (bruises, scratches, bite marks, hickeys, sometimes branding)

kidnapping & imprisonment

both degradation & praise

dumbification & objectification

religious themes (imagery, costumes/uniforms, roleplay scenarios) & corruption

exhibitionism

fauxcest

some watersports

i am a switch and a verse (with a domtop lean tbh), and that applies to everything i’m into

this post will probably be updated pretty often as i learn about more stuff i’m into

i’m also a big fan of cannibalism, but it's hard for me to categorize it as either sfw or nsfw because it sort of toes the line between the two

[arumidden]

Hi, I've been wondering about your headcanons about how the nations work. What is their role in the government, how does family work for them, do they have any powers? And stuff like that 😊

I'm guessing you're asking about my Public Nations AU and how Nations work within that universe? Get ready, this is gonna be a long post. I'll break it into parts for each section of your question :)

Note: I edited this recently so it reads more smoothly.

Role in the Government

As long as Nations have existed for, they've always been important advisers to their leaders. I think they mostly functioned as advisers, ambassadors, translators, etc. I imagine they have to remain apolitical when it comes to modern systems like political parties; they don't want to seem too supportive of any one political party, no matter what their personal opinions are. If they are gonna make a statement about something, they're expected to do it not as a Nation, but as an individual. That's partly why America's youtube channel uses his human name; it signifies that the channel is just a place for him to goof off, so nothing he says there is to be taken as a representation of the country. I think people still get those roles confused though. There’s gotta be tons of people who see Alfred stating his personal opinion and assume that that’s the government’s official statement as well. Plus I think lots of people just aren’t well versed in how the government works, so they probably misunderstand Alfred’s role as well.

I also think they've been put in the military ever since ancient times. After all, kings used to lead their militaries into battle, so I imagine their Nations would be right alongside them, both for the symbolism and because of how useful it would have been to have an immortal with lots of battle experience on their side. I can’t say that Nations always wanted to be on those battlefields, but they would often times get put there anyway.

Family

What counts as family is incredibly fluid and ever-changing for Nations. Nations aren't created through reproduction, so I don't think very clear-cut blood relations are truly possible. As a result, how Nations are related can vary and change. Why do America and Canada resemble each other so closely? I don’t think even the Nations themselves know. Sometimes Nations take this resemblance to imply familiar relations, sometimes they don’t. (I think this is more just my frustration with canon. Who is related to who makes no sense and has changed over time as Himaruya wills it. Why are England and America brothers instead of father and son? Why are America and Canada clearly twins when they didn't even belong to the same empires when they were born? I give up)

I also don't think they have the same standards for what is taboo and what isn't. Things can get waved away as "human ideas” which doesn't apply to them. Plus, Nations can't reproduce the way humans do after all, so I don't think they consider “incestuous” relationships to be nearly as scandalous. America and England might have a father-son relationship or a romantic one and I don't think they would have a problem going back and forth between the two. Not to mention the fact that after however many centuries, I assume practically all of them have slept with each other.

Of course, humans get uncomfortable with that fact, so that aspect of their relationships is usually kept private. Basically, Nations can have any kind of relationships with each other, but stick to only letting humans know about the ones that are socially acceptable.

Powers and Abilities

Nations draw life from their human populations, and as a result have a connection to those humans. Nations can tell if a human is theirs or not and identify them by name.

They can suffer from two different kinds of injuries: Direct and Indirect. Direct injuries are when their bodies are injured; they can heal from practically any direct injury, but the rate they heal depends on how well their country is doing. An injury incurred during a war may take multiple weeks to heal, while a random injury incurred during everyday life will heal much quicker.

Indirect injuries are what happens when their population is harmed or killed. Major tragic events can result in injuries suddenly appearing on their bodies. Some rare events can leave them with permanent scars (9/11, London Blitz, French Revolution, Atomic Bombs, etc). If their people are sick with a disease, they will show symptoms as well despite not actually being able to get sick themselves.

For either type of injury, if a limb in severed, it can be reattached, but will otherwise turn into dirt if left separate for too long. If the injury is direct, the limb will grow back. An indirect injury resulting in a missing limb will likely be permanent.

Whether or not they have super strength depends on their status as a world power. America only gained his strength in the 1880s when he became a major economic power, and even then, he wasn't as strong as he eventually became post-WWII. America currently has this superhuman strength, but during the height of the Cold War, Russia had it as well.

Nations can sense other Nations around them, and also when a foreign Nation enters their territory.

They cannot leave the Earth. Once they've been outside Earth's atmosphere for 72 hours, they start to become violently ill and will begin to decompose into dirt unless they return to the planet.

Okaaaaay, I think I've covered everything! Let me know if I answered all your questions, and if you have any others! I always love to talk Nation lore XDDDD

[vorenado-m]

happy disability pride month! please consider helping me take back my life as a disabled person!

the TL;DR is that for the last 3 months i have had an absolutely soul-sucking miserable minimum wage retail job that, due to the way scheduling works (and the app being broken as fuck) has prevented me from having access to literally any of the life-saving mental health/medical care i need as a disabled person.

my disability is best managed through a combination of medication, therapy, and casework-- not a single one of which i have had since march! :) contextually, up until i got this job, i took three daily medications and had casework once a week and therapy once or sometimes twice a week. these services are offered at an affordable cost to me through a local organization that is threatening to close my case due to lack of participation.

ill make another, more detailed post later with some of the services i can offer for money (i draw! i code! i write!) but until then here is a code you can scan if you have a few dollars to spare:

there are more details beneath the cut (idk about you guys but im kinda nosy so i wrote some more stuff in case anyone else is also nosy) but thats the gist of it. you can also always ask for details. i dont have a therapist right now so it might feel good to say things.

my plan is as follows: i would like to take the month of july more or less "off" from work to get my affairs in order, starting with scheduling appointments for therapy and casework and getting back on my meds. i am actively looking for a job, but i would like the ability to be somewhat picky instead of applying everywhere i think might have me for the sake of having money coming in to pay rent.

for the last two years i have made less than $800/mo and i can survive on roughly $600-$650 a month. my july rent ($550) is paid and my august rent (at least $500) is most likely also squared away, through a combination of some cash i was hoarding, a previous donation, my last expected paychecks from my current job, and my brother generously offering to cover whatever is left over. the extra $100ish is for roughly a months supply of the food that is part of my daily routine that i get cranky without (i have tea every morning, for instance.)

i have a fantastic roommate who is not struggling as much financially who will do everything in her power to make sure i have access to staple foods (rice, eggs, etc) so i really just need to buy the things only i consume (kimchi, milk, etc.) there is a food bank i go to, so i am not worried about food, but i can only go to it once per month. we have a barter system where i trade her the things i dont want from the food bank and she buys me things i will eat; alternatively, i sometimes give her things i get from the food bank (eg meat) that she turns into meals for both of us.

i live independently/"alone" with roommates and do not have support from my family pretty much at all. they have never been particularly useful for emotional support and have openly denied me financial support since i was a teenager. moving in with them/getting help from them/talking to them is not an option.

i have emailed my caseworker at the mental health organization i work with as well as my caseworker with the disability vocational program i work with to help me find a new job that is "back of house" and requires less customer interaction. i did this over the weekend, so i expect to hear back from them sometime this week. in the meantime, i am searching for jobs on my own in places like indeed, jobhat, careerbuilder, etc. as well as checking company websites of places like chain grocery stores to see what is available in my area.

my job pool is a bit limited due to the fact that i cannot drive (due to both my disability and the medication im supposed to be taking for it) but i am very well-versed at taking the bus, which is free. getting to and from work is not a concern for me; it is being able to do the job without being driven to the edge of a mental breakdown that is the problem.

the disability vocational program is my ticket out of poverty! last month i had a follow-up evaluation (i had to call out of work for it, but frankly i was at the end of my rope then too) where they approved my career goals as a web developer and we are in the process of deciding what my next steps are! the program will likely (depending on what route i take) help pay for vocational training, too, but i obviously have to pay rent while in training. which i think i can do if i have a job that doesnt make me want to die.

i have some other things that make my life a bit harder (im mixed race, i am nonbinary + gay, etc) but i would say those things dont really impact my ability to get a job as much as the disability does LOL which is why i did not feature them prominently in this post. like, the reason i cant get a job isnt because people dont want to hire me because i have blue hair and pronouns, its because im obviously disabled.

if you have any other questions, no matter how intrusive you think they might be, feel free to send a DM or an ask, and i will try to answer.

[astral-mariner]

Exclusive Homeworld Lost Preview

A preview from a later section of my fic (Part 1 of 12 posted here)! This chapter from Part 9 gives a lot of the flavor of some of the relationships in Homeworld Lost without too many spoilers. It contains a rather surprising Cui/Raditz sex scene with many narrative and character moments.

A little context: This is the first chapter of Part 9. At the end of Part 8, Vegeta and Raditz had an extremely bitter fight. Vegeta vowed that Raditz would eventually die by his hand. Part 9 catches up with the characters a couple years of space travel after this fight has taken place. We get an impression of how their relationship has been in the meantime. Raditz is in his late 20s here, and Vegeta is right around 20 (Earth years). Cui, envious of Freeza's "favoritism" of the saiyans, has spent years tormenting Raditz with the aim of humiliating Vegeta.

Rating: Explicit (sexual content and dark themes)

Relationships: Cui/Raditz & Vegeta/Raditz

Content Warnings and Tags: angst, references to alcoholism/addiction, abusive relationships, jealousy, sadism/masochism, humiliation, degradation, slut shaming, anal fingering, ass-to-mouth

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Part 9: Between the Stars

Chapter 1: Marks

“I don’t remember giving you this one.”

I reached for my discarded bodysuit as Cui’s fingers traced the outline of a dark bruise at the center of my chest.

“Hm, was it Vegeta who did that to you?” he asked. He applied a bit of pressure. “Looks like it still hurts…”

I slipped my shirt on so the mark couldn’t draw his attention anymore. “Just training,” I answered.

“Does he know where you are right now?” He brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face and smoothed it against the tousled mess his play had left. “Does he know about us?”

Turning away, I stood up from the hired bed. “He doesn’t care if I live or die. But he’d kill you if he knew.”

Cui chuckled to himself. “That doesn’t sound like he doesn’t care.”

“You should leave the station. I know you’ve got another planet to clean up before Sytrus. We’ll be here a little longer.” I retrieved my boots and scouter from the corner of the small room. “He really will kill you if he finds out you’re here.”

He pointed at the scouter. “Read my power level.”

I did. Roughly equal to Vegeta’s, but Cui didn’t need to know this. The prince had made considerable progress since Arcos in spite of everything. Though I hadn’t been able to catch Zarbon unaccompanied, he’d delivered Vegeta back to our quarters himself after I’d woken up alone in the medical wing. He would’ve seen evidence on his scouter if something had gone awry with Vegeta’s energy, and he may have investigated without my prompting. I could only pray that this had happened, and I couldn’t dare ask the prince to contradict it. Whatever the case, when Vegeta joined us, answering our looks with well-versed silence, he was as strong as he’d ever been.

“See?” Cui scoffed. “Last I saw the little saiyan prince in the flesh, his power level was under one thousand. Even if he’s recovered from his…accident by now, there’s no way he’s anywhere close to me.”

“Still.” Now I reached for my armor.

Cui caught hold of my arm before I could pull it over my head. “No,” he said. “The boots and scouter—leave them. You want to stay for a while.”

In truth, I did not. Cui’s crew received cleansing assignments from Zarbon and Dodoria, and there was a small chance I might hear something of their travels or whereabouts. Cui himself could believe whatever he wished about why I’d sought his company. “Not too long, though,” I told him, setting the armor back down against the wall. “You know I’ll be punished.”

“Mm, but you like to be punished, don’t you?” Scaled arms encircled my waist, the gesture almost familiar and saiyan. Cui had learned much despite the infrequency of our trysts. With my suit now protecting my bare chest from his, I could almost forget that cold clamminess against my skin. “Were all of your kind like that, or is it just you?” he asked.

“Couldn’t tell you.”

“But you don’t deny it.” He nudged me back towards the bed till I sat.

Instead of towering over him, now I looked up into his face.

“And neither does your body. How that…thing”—he grimaced—“between your legs swells after pain has left you weak, and I’ve stretched you too far…”

I shivered, and my stomach turned. “Don’t see what you get out of it.”

“I suppose there isn’t a physical component for me like there is for you.” He grasped my chin and tilted my head back so my mouth could receive his. “But surely you saiyans understand the pleasure of finding your enemy’s weakness?” Now that slimy tongue forced my lips apart, slithered between my teeth to taste me from the inside.

“Thought we had an arrangement,” I got out.

“I stopped paying you years ago.” Small, serrated fangs scraped my lower lip. “You and I aren’t enemies anymore, no. You come because you’re lonely.” He let go of my chin only to tangle his hands in my hair, cradling and caressing me as he kissed me again. “Must be dreadful to be a creature that needs someone else… So lonely that you’ll do anything, tell me anything.”

I pulled my legs up onto the bed and backed away, putting some distance between us. “Vegeta would’ve never been your enemy if you hadn’t…”

“No.” He crawled into the bed after me. “I did what I did because he was my enemy already. Lording over all of us, stealing Lord Freeza’s attention… He never did anything to deserve his rank. Just another one of you disgusting monkeys.” Cui’s hand strayed down my chest and abdomen, then between my thighs. He licked his lips when he found me half-hard. “How wretched. No matter how strong you can be on the battlefield, you lower lifeforms languish without such base things as this. Don’t know what Freeza sees in you.”

“W-what makes you think Freeza’s attention is something to be desired?”

“As stupid as you are vulgar.” His fingers crept beneath my waistband so he could tease and toy with me. Bending and rolling me between his thumb and forefinger while I was still soft enough for it. “I’m sure you’ve never actually listened to your superiors. If you did, you’d know that the Planet Trade will make this galaxy a different place. Maybe it doesn’t matter to you, since you’re the last of your kind, and your lifespans are so short. But Lord Freeza will rid the universe of vermin like you. He’ll sell planets to those more worthy. In the end, only people like him and myself will remain, and then I will be prince of an empire greater than any monkey could imagine.”

My hand joined his, and though he could overpower me easily, I moved to still it. “It’s less that I haven’t listened and more that you’re just hearing what you want to hear, Cui.” Our fingers intertwined. “If he tortured you, you wouldn’t want to be Freeza’s favorite anymore—fuck—!”

Retaliating, he’d pinched that most sensitive spot under the head of my cock so sharply that I was certain he’d drawn blood, torn the delicate skin. “Lord Freeza does you a kindness”—soothing with light touches that did little more than draw more attention to the echoing pain—“with how you creatures crave to be destroyed. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“If you really want to be Freeza’s favorite,” I answered when I could, “then I hope he notices you. Truly—anything you want. Vegeta and I never meant to deny you anything.”

A nibble at my neck, the sting acute enough to detract from that between my legs, but gentle enough to send a shiver down my spine that was almost pleasant. “You’re always so thoughtful after you get what you want.”

When Cui’s fist circled me to stroke properly, I knew I’d found my chance. “We…I can see you again… If you tell me where Zarbon’s sending you. You aren’t meeting with him, are you? Know it’s dangerous—but I’ll do it. For you.”

“Mm.” He pulled me free from my leggings. “I’ll consider it.”

Obliging him, I removed the shirt I’d used to hide my scars and bruises from his view. Tracing them while his eyes followed, my fingers whispered across my chest till my fur bristled and my nipples stood erect. I met his gaze as I took up rubbing them, tugging and pressing them for him to watch while my cock hardened in his hand.

“I might tell you if you’re good,” Cui purred. “Now tell me something. Does Vegeta do this for you too after he hurts you?”

I arched my neck for him as he leaned in to suck at a conspicuous row of four purple marks. “No,” I answered. “I’m not what he wants.”

“Such a pity…” He stroked a little faster, tightened his grip just enough. How closely he’d observed that first time, forcing me to pleasure myself lest I subject myself to something more painful and humiliating.

“He never touches me like this.”

“Because he imagines himself better than you?” He paused to spread the wetness weeping from my tip over the head of my cock, thumbing firmly and leaving my toes and tail curling at the overstimulation. “But I know the truth. He’s just as filthy of an animal as you are.” Stroking me again while he spoke softly next to my ear. “A simple, battered creature that’s known nothing but suffering as long as it’s drawn breath. Even before your planet was destroyed.”

He kissed me, long and, if I didn’t know better, tenderly. “That night long ago now… When nothing I did brought a single tear to your eye…even after you were screaming and bleeding and begging me to stop. After I grew tired of it, and I held you to my chest, only then did you break down and tell me all about what that wicked lady did to you.”

“Cui…don’t.”

“But you’re not struggling, Raditz.” Another kiss. “You love to suffer now. A beast whose lowly appetites were never fed anything but misery, and you’ve learned to survive on it. Tell me I’m wrong.”

But he gave me no chance to reply. Instead, his free hand seized my jaw, and he shoved two fingers through my lips and to the back of my throat till I gagged and spat up onto my chin.

“Don’t bite—you said you’d be good.” He pressed down hard on my tongue, massaging, making my stomach turn and my mouth water involuntarily. “Yes, I am meeting with Zarbon, actually, so you’ll have to be very careful indeed.”

Once he withdrew, he let go of my cock to tug on my waistband. Then he ordered, “Pull these down and spread your legs.”

I did.

“Such a well-trained monkey.” The pads of those two slicked fingers pressed and swirled around my puckered hole like the flat of an unnaturally cool tongue. “Look at you—so loose and ready for me no matter what you say. Even after everything I’ve done to you. Raped you, beaten you, shamed and disgraced you for all of the Planet Trade to witness. Still you beg to see me. Risk your life.”

My breath hitched as he nudged his fingers inside me. Deftly, he curled them upwards and pushed against my sweet spot rhythmically while his other hand returned to work my cock. “Where, though, Cui? Please…”

He ignored me. “So lonely… Ever since you came back from Fuenghi. Sad looks, long sighs. Your prince is a man now, isn’t he? And you’ve loved him longer than that. Because he hurts you like no one ever has. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Don’t—don’t want to think about him. Just you.” I rolled my hips into his caresses, curled my tail around his wrist.

“Very good.” He rewarded me by rightly fucking me with his fingers, hitting that spot behind my balls again and again till my muscles quivered and clenched, and whimpers escaped unbidden from my mouth.

Unaffected by my unraveling, he continued evenly, “There’s another famous pleasure house along the route to Sytrus. You know how Zarbon likes to collect his slaves. Visit me there. There will be enough depravity going on that no one will notice a little more.”

I bit my lip to contain a moan and nodded. I’d gotten what I needed; Cui could think that he’d won, and it wouldn’t matter. I let my eyes roll back, and instead of Cui, I slipped and imagined Vegeta fucking me, those narrow, strong hands around my neck instead of my own broad ones.

“So filthy—won’t even reach your release without strangling yourself like he does,” Cui muttered. “Broken little slut of a monkey. You like hearing what you are, don’t you? A desperate, whimpering whore who loves to be abused.”

My hands flew to clutch the bed beneath me, and I gasped sharply as Cui fucked me hard through the first spasms of coming. Blood rushing back to my face and air to my lungs, I floated above my body, weightless and high. I couldn’t hear or cringe at the pathetic sounds he wrung from me till it was too late, and it was already over, and I was shivering and groaning while he continued to fuck me mercilessly despite freeing my cock from his grasp.

He chuckled darkly to himself after he withdrew. “I’m not even one of you, but I know I do it better than Vegeta ever would. All he knows how to do is kill them. He doesn’t listen to you like I do. And he doesn’t touch you like I do either. So you say.” He leaned over me and pressed his hand to my lips, fingers wet and scented with my own come. “Clean me up,” he demanded.

Mindlessly, I licked him clean, swallowed myself down. I already felt my heart sinking. I shouldn’t have come so hard by his hand, hearing such venomous lies.

“Now the other.”

A different scent. I cringed away automatically.

“Oh? You don’t like this?”

Perhaps he didn’t understand. To him, each part of my body he had condescended to touch was no different than the other. Primitive organs of elimination.

His amphibious face didn’t often contort into expressions I recognized outright, but the one he wore now I couldn’t mistake for anything but malicious glee. “I haven’t given you my actual schedule, you know. If you aren’t good, I’ll have no reason to give it to you. So lonesome without me…”

I gritted my teeth and bit back every fuck you that rose to my lips. Maybe he knew, and he just didn’t care. Either way, I had no choice. The prince’s life could depend on it, my warning Zarbon. Holding my breath, I opened my mouth and sucked on his fingers till he was satisfied.

“See? Even the mighty saiyan can be tamed.” He took me in his arms then, and he ran those wretched fingers through my hair. “Here, Raditz, I’ll hold you as long as you need. Anything you want, you can tell me. I’ll show you the coordinates, and you can comfort yourself that you’ll see me again soon.”

In spite of everything, the tingling caresses along my scalp did help to distract me, and I let them. As long as I saw Zarbon, I wouldn’t have to see Cui again.

A scouter’s alert. The brief flash of green light told me it was mine.

“You were very good. I’ll get it for you,” Cui said. He stood and retrieved it, then offered it to me without bothering to look into whatever had appeared in the glass.

I didn’t look closely either. It didn’t matter. It was the perfect excuse. “I have to go,” I told Cui.

“Will you miss me?”

“I’ll come to see you,” I lied as I fixed my clothes, got up, and shuffled into my boots and armor. My heart pounded in my throat, and that familiar emptiness widened within me. It always happened after I spent such time with Cui; even he had noticed, always probing my weaknesses, and he would stay to soothe me if only to catch whatever more of myself I spilled.

“I’ve grown fond of you, I admit.” he said before I could escape into the corridor. “I will miss you.”

“Fucking gods,” I cursed once the door had shut, and I was alone. I hurried for a decontamination chamber. Vegeta would have no mercy for me if was already back at our rented rooms, and I hadn’t yet washed, and he found out what I’d done.

I paid the meager sum, stepped inside, and tried not to inhale the harsh chemicals before they were sucked out into space. I only checked my scouter’s alert once I’d already left and made it halfway across the station.

It was from Nappa. Cui is aboard the station. The prince is looking for you, it read simply.

“Fucking gods,” I cursed again. I prayed that I’d reach the rooms before he did, and I hastened to ensure it.

And by the grace of those same gods I frequently cursed, only Nappa was there when I arrived. “I saw your message,” I told him between breaths. “I don’t know about Cui. I didn’t see him. I just went for a drink and took my scouter off.”

“You really shouldn’t drink as much as you do,” he admonished after staring me down. I had never given him many reasons to trust me.

“I know. It’s just…”

“Difficult,” he finished for me.

“Yes, it’s just so fucking hard.” I removed the scouter from my face, folded it, and tossed it into an open compartment. “Why is everything so fucking hard?”

Nappa shook his head. Only then did I notice the half-empty container of dark liquid in front of him. “I have more dreams when I drink,” he said.

I sat down beside him, nudged the container away. “You’d better hide that. Vegeta won’t like it.”

Another solemn nod.

“I’m going to get myself out of this armor. Wash up. Take care of yourself, Nappa.” I squeezed his shoulder before I turned and left him. He’d never spoken much, but he spoke even less after we left Arcos and those seasons of torture behind.

I couldn’t say how long I spent scrubbing Cui’s ichthyian mucus out of my skin, how many times I rinsed out my mouth. But the crash of shattered glass against a wall snapped me out of it. I stepped out of the washroom and stumbled to find new clothes while Vegeta’s low threats loomed closer.

“Where is Raditz?”  he snarled.

A pause.

“He’s here?”

Another silent pause.

I pressed my bare back against the cold wall, hoping it could bear my weight if my knees could not.

“Get out. And don’t dare bring anything back with you but your scouter and the suit you’re wearing.”

Nappa must not have moved after I’d left, and the crash I’d heard had an easy explanation.

A moment later, the click of a door broke the rhythm of pacing boots. More pacing, then it stopped after growing louder, nearer the sleeping quarters I’d shut myself in.

Hesitating.

I kept my eyes shut, my back pressed to the wall.

A click, then more steps. So close now that I could feel his presence, hear the nearly imperceptible hiss of breath through parted teeth. Then the whispered warmth of its ghost whisked against my chest. He stood just in front of me, and I had nowhere to run.

I looked at him.

Our gazes, however, did not meet. Vegeta’s ran over my body. Scars and marks he recognized, new ones and old. Though some of them he did not recognize, and these he lingered on.

“Vegeta, I—”

He smothered whatever I had to say into a kiss. Hard, each gloved hand clutching my face between them, as he, in all his strength, pinned me against the wall. Bruising, desperate. When he broke away only to pant open-mouthed over my lips, we tasted our scents mingled rich between us.

“Listen—” he began, but he couldn’t stand to continue, and he sank into another kiss instead. A muffled groan hummed behind his lips as he dragged his hands from my face down my naked chest. If only he didn’t insist on wearing those damned gloves.

“Listen,” he began again, and this time, he didn’t try to keep himself from kissing me. Rather, he leaned into my neck, and between words, he gave in and brushed his lips and tongue against my pulse. “You—you belong to me. Hear me? You…are mine.”

“I’m yours,” I answered without a second thought. My knees went weak as if he’d captured my tail and wrung it in his ruthless grip.

“Mine.” Though even as he uttered this, he pulled himself back from me. Whatever anger I’d dreaded before, yet missed, he wore now.

“I—”

“Dress yourself, take your scouter, and get out.”

“Please…”

“You heard me. Leave, and don’t come back until you’ve been called.”

“But I have to—”

“Leave. Now.”

I could do nothing but rush to find my boots, then the clean shirt I’d laid out. I didn’t have time to take the armor.

“And don’t you fucking dare forget what I told you.”

“I-I won’t,” I promised before I obeyed and left him.

[sol-st1ce]

I would love to know everything about this au

for now I want to know if you’ll allow fanarts.. if you do.. do you have refs? (Give me your favorite character.)

cough cough.

as a gift for making such a scrumptious meal of an AU

HEHAUAHHAA HI 🥹🥹

1) I’D LOVE TO SAY EVERYTHING buuutttt the evils won’t let me (I wanna have a reason to make future animations/animatics to get better) BUT. HT BYT I’ll tell you some not spoilery stuff + share some old lore art I made of it a few years back!!

Also yes ID LOVE ID LOVE ID LOVE FANART I don’t have any super current coloured references of any of the chars (except Epiales) so here’s a scuffed one of Nox 😔 he’s my favourite freak of them all

EternalNight!Verse is directly after the events of Underverse 0.6, with the diverging event being the deal between Epiales(Nightmare) and another third party I won’t disclose that ended up WRECKING the multiverse in an event called The Darkening where the sun was pretty much blipped out of EVERY universe. This caused some collateral damage where many AUs/Timelines bugged the fuck out and/or were straight up erased/mysteriously got repurposed for another thing.

So Epiales pretty much reigns supreme HOWEVER there are a few people that officially rule over their own little sections of the multiverse!! These areas can vary in aesthetics greatly and aren’t super limited. Theres no official names I’ve thought of for these sections but I just organise them by the people who rule them; the Ambassadors.

They meet up one every other full moon to discuss things regarding the multiverse.

There’s the man himself, Imperial Epiales, who represents the Empire. The Empire is the main military power, and is the most populated of the sectors. They also are in the most control of the other sections by proxy, mostly for the military reason and for the fact no one wants to fuck with the man who destroyed the sun. Sometimes, especially when Nox was younger he’d be brought to spectate the ambassador meetings >> The Empire generally pulls from Greek/Roman aspects in its architecture, culture, and fashion. The AUs within the Empire are anything that the other sectors don’t claim (I.E; Something New, Horrortale, Dust!Tale, etc) with an exception or two like Swapfell for personal reasons.

There’s (Core) Frisk who is the main ambassador for the Omega Timeline, but because they’re blind and also A CHILD they are also assisted by two others in organising the Omega Timeline. These two being; (a) Science!Sans & X!Alphys

The Omega Timeline mostly consists of people who have lost their AUs and are refugees, or are rebelling against the Empire so there’s no set theme for it.

Then there’s the Fell District which is supposed to be co-managed by both Fell!Papyrus and Fell!Undyne but more often than not, Fell!Sans has to substitute for her in the ambassador meetings. The Fell District is the main economic power, consisting of most if not all Fell/Fell-Adjacent AUs. 70-80’s New York is the main aesthetic drawn from the Fell District, mostly mirroring mafia-esque activities and attire. It’s the only district with actual working electricity, and the brightest you’ll come across. But also horrible to get into without getting popped with a few shells first if you don’t know anyone.

There’s the Swap District, which is led by Queen Toriel (from Underswap!!) It is the main provider of produce throughout the multiverse. Having been the first ones to figure out how to cultivate plants in the harsh environment, and also being gifted electricity by the Fell District (although it’s heavily privatised) for extra food for cheaper prices. AUs that reside in this sector are; Underswap Storyshift, Storyspin, and any AU relating to a shift in cast and what not. Some exceptions apply, such as Farmtale. The main aesthetic it draws from is Post-Apocalyptic Brutalist, probably being the most lively sector of the five.

And then there’s X!Tale.

No one knows what they’re doing in there, but they’ve heard it’s grown quite a bit since The Darkening came around. No one questions it, X!Gaster himself hardly comes to the meetings, in fact, he’s only been talking to Epiales since this nightmare began.

OO YEAH HEHEH 😈 there IS still a day-night cycle it’s just that when it’s day time that’s when most people sleep because it’s both the darkest and coldest part of night. Esp in places like the Empire & Swap District

I like to think instead of saying things like “Good Morning” ppl say stuff like “Early Evening” and “Merry Midnight”

Holidays like Christmas/Hanukkah and Halloween are called “Winter Solstice” and “Hallows Eve” respectively, and their traditions vary from district to district but retain most of the same attributes.

I THINK there was an event called the Lunar Eclipse Festival where the moon was eclipsed a week of the year in place of the Summer Solstice, and there would be a whole festival with moon-themed shops and stuff … it’d mostly be hosted & celebrated in the Empire ofc but still

OO YEAH THERE’S ALSO THE WCP aka the Wayward Child Program. This was enacted on the third ambassador meeting to relocate any children who may have lost their home into a healthy and nurturing environment. UNFORTUNATELY it was the Empire that would be the supervisors of the WCP so it was not a nurturing or healthy environment. The kids were often made to shadow supervisors (usually Mors & X!Frisk) on their missions and even participate in them. Most of the ones that made it to adulthood were assimilated into the Empire’s military or relocated. Nox is actually from the WCP!!

Some misc stuff too; Crash (Error) is under house arrest for fucking up the multiverse too and has to supervise Graphite (Ink) as well 💀 (Core) Frisk visits them though to tell them things that are going on in the outside world and ask for advice much to the dismay of ANYONE ELSE

Morpheus (Dream) has NO ARMS, lost an eye, and is forced to pretty much torture his friends and anyone unlucky enough to be put in Epiales’ collection room (THE FUCKING DUNGEONS) w/ his positive energy it’s bad 😞 also everyone thinks he, Swap Sans, and anyone else from their rebellion are dead because of the CRAZY PROPAGANDA + no way 🙅 Epiales would let that slide (he had other ideas)

Thanatos (Reaper) and Life are a thing, and even had a child on the way!!

UNTIL EPIALES FUCKED IT UP BECAUSE EHE GOT JEALOUS OF THANATOS AND KILLED LIFE so people can’t respawn anymore save for.. special means…

Oh and Thanatos has it out for anyone Epiales cares about whether or not they did anything wrong 💀 he just fucking hates Epiales like that

There have been ~50 iterations of Plutus, 32 of Avernus, 3 of Mors (not including the OG) and 1 of Nox (current)

The stuff I’ve shown of EN!Verse isn’t actually present day, it’s the past !! Woah!! 😦 so that’s why some characters pop up when they aren’t supposed to/have different designs

Cross has been doing fuck all and is one of the few people who escaped the massive siege on Morpheus’ rebellion

The Bad Time Trio are in the same boat but they’re being actively pursued cus Epiales needs the three OGs to complete his set 😍

OLD ART BELOW!!!