#very fun indeed hehe

[pyshcic]

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟷: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴.

NAME: mary alice brandon, alice cullen (whitlock). EYE COLOR: blue. HAIR STYLE / COLOR: black, short and choppy. it forever appears as though it's still awkwardly growing out, if you really look at it, but she styles it in such distracting ways so as to make it feel tastefully designed. described once as a "spiky halo". HEIGHT: 4'11". CLOTHING STYLE: here's her wardrobe pin board. an eclectic mix of gothic modernism, odd and sometimes ostentatious ––�� it's built on her academic interest in fashion over decades of existence, having studied the topic in detail. it always appears she's just ahead of a trend, and yet still true to a constant aesthetic all her own. BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: i think her eyes are easily the most stunning aspect of her, they have a warmth to them that is difficult to maintain as a vampire in my mind. that and their natural shifting of color, from dark brown/red to a milky white during visions.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟸: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴.

FEARS: losing jasper, above all. losing any of her loved ones, really; she acts impulsively to protect them and goes so far as to put others in danger to achieve their safety. she has a quiet, unspoken fear that perhaps she's a bit crueler than she thinks. GUILTY PLEASURE: oh she's a sucker for social media! she posts ootds quite often and has pinterest boards, etc. she also loves romantic comedies. she loves to watch silly reality tv show competitions because she finds it distinctly human and absolutely fascinating. BIGGEST PET PEEVES: people not following her advice. bella wearing jeans. AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: it's difficult to say, she doesn't plan much in terms of aspirations, she just follows the flow of her instincts and what people around her (namely jas) would like to do. all in all, her only real goal so to speak is to love and be loved by the people around her.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟹: 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: she does not sleep! WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: what activity she can rope her darling and sometimes unwilling friends into in order to ease her own boredom. stocks and fashion trends, secondarily. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: she does not sleep :( WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: she's kind, and loving. and she's happy –– she's always so happy. her tendency to smile is above all her greatest attribute. and she likes to consider herself a very wise giver of advice (though many would beg to differ).

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟺: 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 ?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: oh, i'm so sorry jasper ... group dates. though of course, both, ultimately, but she loves socialization, so the idea of having herself, jas and other people out on the town is absolutely envigorating. TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: loved. BEAUTY OR BRAINS: why not both!! if she had to choose, admittedly it would take her a long time to decide on it, but she'd probably end up going with brains. probably. DOGS OR CATS: cats.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟻: 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈…

LIE: yes. she will absolutely lie especially when it helps her get closer to an end she's specifically seeking. BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: yes to a certain extent –– she's confident in her abilities and her cleverness. she believes that she could handle most anything. however, she does remind others she's capable of failure when it comes to her visions and best guesses. she can only be so reliable. BELIEVE IN LOVE: oh in every iteration, every meaning of the word. so fully and completely it consumes her!

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟼: 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁…

BEEN ON STAGE: i think she would have been, yes! but likely not in any way that brings too much attention to herself, if only for her and her family's safety. but i think she's unafraid of public performance, certainly. CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: in a literal sense, yes, because if she had not had the vision of the cullens she would most assuredly have no qualms drinking human blood. and of course, she acts the part of human in order to keep up appearances. but generally, in a more overarching sense, she tends to keep fairly true to herself.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟽: 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂.

FAVORITE COLOR: i think it changes almost on the daily. perhaps today it's a muted purple, tomorrow a vibrant evergreen. FAVORITE ANIMAL: crows. FAVORITE BOOK: ah, how difficult ... emma by jane austen, i think. FAVORITE GAME: she does love a good game of baseball. otherwise, chess.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟾: 𝙰𝙶𝙴.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: as she's unsure her date of birth, she tends to switch around the actual celebration to her liking. for a while, she and edward would celebrate on the same day (6/20) due to an inside joke of the pair being akin to long lost twins, given their somewhat similar appearances, abilities, and year of birth. so, if following that, the next day it would be would be a Tuesday. Eugh... she may switch it to something on a Saturday. HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: canonically, 122yo. take or leave a few years depending on the verse, and also depending on edward's age because i tend to assume alice was born in the same year.

tagged by: @dinopunching thank you darling ❤️ tagging: @praive, @newborne, @rosulie, @matreart, @delightedends, @e5me, @subdivines, @wormregards + anyone else who'd like to :3

[justmwahstruly]

the horrors persist but lady :D

(actual stuff below cut)

she is in love with a plague doctor even though she has a whole husband (arranged marriage! idea is @thecluelessdoctor ‘s! as well as docty themself heheh)

they in love/hj

we love ourselves a lady don’t we

ACTUAL ISA CONTENT?? REAL NOT CLICKBAIT NOT JIT TRIPPIN??!

[eelingo]

I'm Eli, also Eel or El, and im currently learning seven languages because its part of my special interest in flags and maps :)

In order of how well it's going, I'm learning French, Spanish, Dutch, Norwegian, Polish, Portuguese (Brazilian), and Arabic. I'm gonna use this blog to log my progress and use duolingo's advice on writing down what I remember after each lesson 🤓

Each day correlates to a different language, so each post will start with the day of the week, the language, and the date, (so eg Monday, arabic, 13/02/23) and then just what i remember from each lesson and any thoughts i have on it!

Its gonna be super fun for me at least, and anyone is welcome to follow even if you're just nosy about how duo teaches a language or, even better, if you want to add your own input on anything i might have wrong because I'm going into these with no input other than the green bird and maybe netflix subtitles/dubbing

[slttygeto]

SO, YOU GOT A BOYFRIEND? | GETO S.

synopsis: when watching a certain scary movie gives your husband, suguru, the perfect idea on how to ruin you.

c.w: p0rn with plot, fem!reader, reader is referred to as “good girl” “pretty girl”, mask kink (hehe<3), slight fear play, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, suguru talks you through it, praise kink, strength kink if you squint, im obsessed with suguru's arms, clit smack, multiple orgasms.

word count: 2,1k

note: i am BRICKED after writing this. happy halloween hehe.

ghostface suguru! ( @aurelianamu )

In a dimly lit room, at around 10PM—it was a bit cold outside, the perfect weather to snuggle up and watch some movies. Romance movies? No, you did that last week. Action movie? Eh, you were not in the mood for that—oh, Scream. Your thumb presses on the movie before you put the remote control down and walk towards the kitchen to grab some snacks.

“Sugu, I picked a movie!” you announce as you make your way out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and two drinks. Your husband marches down the stairs in a lazy manner, his long strands messily sticking out of his ponytail that he has to stop and tie it up again. He sees what movie you picked and he stands behind you on the couch.

“Scream?” he questions, hands resting on your shoulders.

“First movie, pretty iconic.”

“I don’t think it’s that scary though,” he doesn’t really say that he would rather watch something else, simply joins you on the couch and pulls you towards him with the bowl of popcorn resting on your lap.

The movie is indeed not that scary, you kept quoting some of the lines here and there, which earned you a chuckle from Suguru every time.

“No, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface I wanna be in the sequel,” you say in the same voice and attitude and your husband runs a hand through your hair.

“I think you’d easily outsmart him,” your husband is very supportive of you, but instead of making fun of his statement, your heart thrums in your chest when you picture Suguru in the ghostface mask.

“Really?” you look up at him through your eyelashes but Suguru is staring ahead and doesn’t notice the eyes you’re giving him.

“Yeah, they’re all pretty stupid—minus Sidney, I mean the fact that—“ your husband goes on a three minute ramble about the plot, how he appreciates the intelligence of the main character all while saying that the choice of the ghostface killers was nice. Unbeknownst to him, you were thinking of something else. Something far dirtier than intended.

“Baby,” you cut him off from his ramble and he hums in response.

“You’d be pretty hot as ghostface.” Suguru looks down on you when you say that and raises both eyebrows knowingly.

“Are you insinuating something?” To which you shrug your shoulders before staring back at the big screen in your living room, playing innocent.

“Just saying.”

You weren’t just saying, you knew exactly what you were doing. The next day, you’re sat on your bed folding laundry while watching the newest episode to your favorite podcast. You liked keeping your brain stimulated, and it distracted you from the fact that your husband was always gone for long hours during the day. But when you hear the keys rustling and the front door opening, you raise an eyebrow but don’t question it. Today’s mission must’ve been quick, you think to yourself.

“Welcome home!” you call out from your bedroom but don’t bother to get up, you knew he would come to your bedroom immediately so you keep your eyes on your computer and go back to folding the laundry.

A couple of minutes pass and Suguru doesn’t walk inside the bedroom, so you start getting a little suspicious and decide to go check on him.

“Sugu?” you walk out of the bedroom and notice how the lights downstairs are turned off. You remember leaving them on for him, so he must’ve turned them off on his way upstairs—but where was he?

“Baby, are you in the shower?” the lights in the bathroom were on but the door was closed. Suguru never walked to the bathroom first without greeting you—unless something was wrong. You put your hand on the door handle, but before you could twist the knob, a warm and rough hand covers your mouth and your blood runs cold when you’re being pulled into a different room.

You don’t have time to scream or panic, because when you’re being pinned to the wall by a rather familiar set of hands, your eyes almost bulge out of your skull when you notice the ghostface mask. You’re breathing heavily, cheeks flushed but there’s no sign of panic because you know who this is—the dragon tattoo peeking out of his shirt and the wedding band on his ring finger are enough evidence.

“Do you like scary movies?” Suguru’s voice sounds silky smooth, but the flirting connotation to it has your heart leaping out of your chest.

“Sugu—“

“Wrong,” he pins both hands above your head and his body is so close to yours that you feel the heat radiating off of it. “Let’s try again, I know my girl is smart.”

Your breath is caught in your throat, but you play along and nod sheepishly.

“Do you like scary movies?”

“Mhm,”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He traces a finger over your cheek, and the arousal slowly starts pooling between your legs.

“Hm, I don’t know,” you reply in a similar flirtatious tone, nervousness long gone. The realization that you didn’t have to explicitly tell your husband about the ghostface mask and him buying it for your pleasure made all of this very thrilling.

“You have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?”

“Hm, Halloween,” you stick to the same script of the movie, you buck your hips towards him but he pushes a knee between your legs and pins you again to the wall. “Y’know, the one with the guy with the white mask that walks around and stalks baby sitters?”

“Yeah,” Suguru breathes out and takes in how gorgeous you look like this—how he should’ve thought of doing this a long time ago. Your eyes were blown out with lust, chest heaving in excitement all while allowing him to play with you like this. He could feel his pants tighten and his cock was slowly getting hard from knowing exactly what was coming.

“What’s yours?” you bring him out of his thoughts and although you can’t see his face, you know that he was giving you that signature charming smile that always won over your heart.

“Guess.” He purrs out and you subconsciously start grinding against his knee before giving him a reply.

“Nightmare on Elm Street,”

“Wrong,” Suguru goes off script and your lips part for a moment. You’re about to complain, tell him that this wasn’t in the movie—he lets go of your wrists and throws you over his shoulder, delivering a harsh smack to your ass, his rough hand kneads the skin as he makes his way towards your bedroom.

“Better luck next time,” he throws you on the bed and you let out a gasp when your back hits the mattress. You try to sit up, but your husband grabs your ankles and pulls you down towards the end of the bed. “Now let’s see just how fucking filthy you are,”

He parts your legs with his big hands covering the plush skin of your thighs, and you whine out when he removes your shorts to reveal your panties that had an obvious wet patch on them.

“Fuuuck,” he breathes out and lifts up the mask enough for his mouth and nose to be visible. He presses his nose against your panties and takes a whiff of your arousal, the sight is obscene and your face turns red at how pussy drunk he sounds. “Fuck, fuck—should’ve done this sooner baby, you smell so fucking good,” he gives your pussy a kiss through the fabric of your panties before his fingers remove them so messily that you let out a startled noise.

Suguru dives in between your legs and the wet sounds are dirty and make you feel even more turned on. His tongue laps at your clit, fingers pulling the hood back before spitting on it and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he sucks. Two of his thick fingers prod at your entrance, gathering some of the slick that’s pooled there before pushing a single finger inside.

“Thaaaat’s it, good girl,” he breathes out against your clit before giving it a kiss as he pushes the second finger inside. “Yeah, this pussy loves being stuffed by me—fuck, you’re so wet for me. All because of this mask baby girl?” his tone is playful but you’re far too gone to complain and just mindlessly nod.

“So drunk off of me and I haven’t even given you my cock,” he pumps his fingers in and out of you all while curling them to find that one spot inside you. He licks, sucks and spits on your clit with so much passion and when he finds that one spot, you let him know pretty quickly.

“Oh!” you gasp and your thighs shake. “S-Suguru, oh fuck--!” his wrist is burning as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you, and the veins in his forearm are bulging out from the sheer strength he is using to finger fuck you until you see white. His free hand comes down and presses against your stomach to apply pressure and keep you pinned down.

You make the mistake of opening your eyes to stare at him. His hand is covered in your arousal, but what truly pushes you over the edge is the fact that his mask had come down and was covering his face entirely. So when he decides to talk you through it, give you that one final push—the ghostface mask seems to intensify the orgasm tenfold.

“I know you’re a good girl, but I’m gonna need you to get dirty for me baby—there it is, theeere it is,” he sounds proud when you finally cum, and you’re loud. You whine and let out soft cries, your hands weakly push at his arm when he keeps fingering you through your orgasm.

“Suguru—too much!” you cry out and gasp when he pulls his fingers out of your soaking pussy to slap your clit.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he quickly starts to unbuckle his belt and pushes his pants enough to free his cock. The tip nudges at your folds and your husband hovers over you with his lean stature. Big broad shoulders cover your entire frame and you’re fucked out from your previous orgasm.

“I’m going in baby, let me in,” your legs spread instinctively to welcome him inside of you and you groan when you feel the sheer size of him inside you. Your hands grip at the back of his shirt, but Suguru holds himself up on his forearms so that you look at his mask.

“Yeah, that’s right—look at me baby, filthy fucking girl,” his strokes were slow but hard. His hands grab at the back of your thighs and push them before fucking into you harder. “You like it, huh?” you couldn’t even give a proper response, only mindlessly nodding when you could feel him even deeper inside you.

He pushes your knees to your chest before setting a dizzying pace. You feel so full of him, so full of his thick cock and Suguru’s eyes roll to the back of his head behind his mask every time he felt your pussy squeeze around him. His finger rubs at your clit the same way that you’ve shown him you like it, and the tip of his cock repeatedly nudges against that one spot that has you falling apart underneath him with a loud cry.

Your orgasm hits you hard and Suguru can’t hold it in any longer—he fucks into you for another minute, head buried in your neck as he groans out your name. Your pussy milks him dry, and he fills you up to the brim—to the point where you could feel him leak out of you.

You lay there breathing heavily, and you weakly reach for the ghostface mask and remove it off of your husband to reveal his sweaty forehead and flushed cheeks. He looks gorgeous like that, and you lock eyes for the first time since the entire night and you’re immediately pulled in towards one another.

Suguru kisses you with so much passion, dick still buried deep inside you and your legs stay wrapped around him as you two make out heavily under your sheets that stuck to your sweaty bodies. You pull away for a moment to kiss his forehead and Suguru closes his eyes as he melts at your touch.

“Thank you for that,” you say, so love struck that the man can’t help but chuckle at how breathless you sound.

“Let’s do it again, yeah?”

2023: all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

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[sacrificiallane]

want to try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs? ― luke castellan

cw: pure smut! established relationship, fem!reader, oral (male receiving), rushed ending, usage of handcuffs (Luke is cuffed hehe), mention of dom!Luke, teasing!user, lemme know if i missed anything ♡

the son of Hermes was usually all about taking charge, eager to show you a good time all the god-damn time. and it's not like he wasn't good at it either, honestly. he'd always leave you satisfied.

but gods, he'd be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying that little show you were putting on just for him. pink glittery cowboy hat prettily sat on top of your head, thighs on either side of him as you were straddling his lap, and his wrists bound to the headboard with "fuck―" fuzzy pink handcuffs...

"come on princess," the metal rattled against the headboard with a sigh as he tried to get it loose, "y'know you won't go through with that. hm?" because he knew you better than that, knew that you would become tired and whiny just in mere minutes and then beg him to finish the job for you.

but your cute little giggling noises made him overthink that statement again. maybe you were going to go through with it, and that just made him restless.

„im serious, dollface.“

but you were too. very serious indeed about taking charge for now, as your fingers broadly traveled over your boyfriend’s defined body all the way down to his belt. it was seriously maddening to the dark haired demigod. you knew exactly where to press to coax out another groan.

„m‘ serious too. very serious.“

"is that so?" Luke had to swallow at the sight of your warm fingers working him over his pants, gradually getting stiffer under your touch, too.

and that was your goal, wasn’t it? to tease him just like he’d normally do you instead. this was sweet revenge for all the denying and teasing he would always put you through.

you hummed happily at the sight of his prominent boner, eyes flickering occasionally up to his own gaze as though you were making sure that he was still cuffed to the headboard. which he still was, of course, and much to his own demise…

being satisfied with him still being bound, you resumed your journey down his v-line, until your became restless yourself and tugged his pants down. just enough so that you could reach inside his boxers.

luke hissed at your touch, head banging against the wooden headboard with a frustrated groan.

„come on,“ he tried to coax you again, „the fun is over…, let me take charge now.“

but you just wouldn’t listen…

where your fingers had been, there was soon enough a heat surrounding his straining dick. your tongue licking broadly over the underside, up and down, just to drive him immensely mad.

„fuck-,“ he couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore. your mouth was just so warm, and the way you were looking at him … lovesick and sweet, made it all the more difficult to keep his noises down.

groans and such were spilling over your boyfriend’s lips with much more fervor as you began to do it the slightest bit quicker.

it was messy, as your drool mixed with his pre, making it easier to glide your tongue over all the spots that made him twitch.

„fuck- baby,“ another groan as his fingers tightened around the handcuffs, as he would’ve normally gripped your hair by now, „a little more, come on…“

and the sight of you was absolutely sinful. your lips all shiny and smeared with his pre - it had him tightening his whole body, twitching and huffing and „shit…“

Luke couldn’t have warned you even if he tried…, his chest just heaved up and down, out of breath, as ropes of cum spurted over your hands and painted your sweet little face with more and more sin…

[sunlit-art]

happy birt day c:

(2 September 2023)

(No Obligation Whatsoever but if you *want* to give me a birthday present my kofi is in the pinned post or you could always draw a kirby :> after all I started drawing him every day in the first place just cuz I think low key simple kirby drawings are fun and there should be more of them!)

[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 47-52 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

Time to recap the first proper wolgraha miniarc. See what you might��ve missed, or simply enjoy the extra content in form of my rambling.

47 stands out as a bit disconnected, floaty, introspective episode fully focusing on Exarch’s pov. I’ve scattered some breadcrumbs for him throughout the entire comic, time to pick those up. He may be an oblivious fool in certain moments, but I believe he wouldn’t keep insisting on staying deaf and blind when evidence’s shoved in his face. So, this moment of recollection and rethinking marks the start of the canon divergence, all of his future actions are colored by this.

Vivi has a dire effect on some people even without trying to manipulate them.

The composition forms a star here :3c

This panel should make their likeness even more obvious, they’re mirror reflections, albeit deliciously twisted ones. Also, the V sign is literally something that Vivi. Just. Does.

Exarch's heard from Vivi himself that they might be the same, Urianger literally tells him to go to a mirror and ponder, but when he does, and tries to look a bit more like he imagines Vivi, he can't stand what he sees in the mirror. They still aren't the same in his heart of hearts, even if reality itself tries to prove otherwise.

Hidden Angst Time! I can only hope that most readers are familiar with the flashback bubbles by now, and that this panel reads as it should: Feo Ul embraces Exarch while pointing out that they’re also being ostracized by their kind. Though the ultimate fae wisdom lies in accepting something the way it is, and just not caring too much.

More under the cut~ 

*rewinds all the way back to episode 1* hehe

“Does a hero have to be happy about his job” is one of my personal fav lines so far, I think it hits hard, pointing not only at Vivi, but at Exarch as well, and the visual supports it. I think this encapsulates Exarch’s ideology.

Exarch’s GASP could be interpreted as saying GASP out loud, which only makes it funnier.

Vivi carefully plans his entrance in order to make the atmosphere less formal. Approaching normally just wouldn’t do it. Also he just feels relaxed and safe to be silly. Remember how lowkey he was since his arrival to the First? His behavior all but contradicted what I said and showed about him in the ARR arc and outside of the comic.

Well, that’s in the past now. He’s finished assessing the situation and concluded that it’s okay to be more himself.

Feo Ul's upset that Exarch used his “radar” to detect Vivi’s ambush while they’d just used a similar ability to make sure that no emet-selchs are around.

If you catch a flirty vibe from Vivi in this episode, you're correct.

Vivi when he's remotely interested in a man:

My flavor of lampshading the obvious exposition dump. Oh Exarch, you asked for this, no take-backsies.

Another few hard-hitting questions from Exarch. It's easy to gloss over these, but if you slow down and think, it's decent angst material. Has anyone ever been concerned about Vivi's feelings, or was it more convenient to look away, even if intently, even if both sides knew they're better off not talking about that, for there's indeed no wol replacement. What good does acknowledging the situation if you can’t change it.

This's Vivi's memory, thus he appears small against the looming forms of the world leaders. Rigid, formal, impersonal. Raha's memories of the Ironworks seem to have a different vibe, despite all the parallels of the duty imposed by the world on one special guy. Also yeah I do wanna make my own version of the 8UC timeline and characters someday, for now these are just random characters that I consider as placeholders. And the dunmeshi cameo x’D

Yes, he mocks the people that he's saved. He's VERY frustrated with his job.

I offer you a fun game: spot all the mannerisms that make Vivi and Emet so alike. I genuinely never thought about this until this year, while this scene's pretty damn old, i.e. Vivi's always been like this, it precedes my Emet brainrot.

I swear that this line also was there before my Emet brainrot, but now it makes for a hilarious kind of foreshadowing.

You could already tell how "fit" he is for solving trolley problems.

This’s his “oops I talked too much shit” face.

The way Exarch just quietly TURNS and LOOKS at Vivi cracks me up. Don't undermine the tone with random jokes, dammit. But is this random? I’ve already analyzed this moment somewhere but for the sake of keeping important things in one place: they wrestle for control here. Exarch winds up for something serious, while Vivi wants to steer the convo towards more casual. It does somewhat lower the tension, though Exarch doesn’t relinquish his lead in the convo.

This doesn’t save him from becoming Frank forever from here on.

This miniarc’s rich with raw, hard-hitting words, so I’ll bring this up again.

We’re finally getting the explanation and context for a lot of previous episodes:

And the following episodes only help driving this point home. Vivi already sees the First as a viable escape from the Source with all of its shitty people and endless problems.

"This's why I... enjoy my time away from the Source": even at this seemingly high level of trust between them Vivi won't openly tell Exarch about his plans to stay here, a variable he doesn't want to become a risk.

Yes, he does an entirely calculated and strategic flop. A literal thirst trap.

Meme provided by my discord server:

Vivi casts provoke, it's..... not effective

^ This’s one of my personal fav exarchs I’ve ever drawn DADDY PLS

A panel that everyone loved to bits :>

I pair angst with other flavors to make it fun and non-repetitive. It's not "boohoo I can never kiss my hero, the world will end if I do, I'm so aggravated with myself", it's the hooded Exarch (duty) being mad at the unhooded Exarch (human), and delivering the same notion in a fun exchange. You can't help but laugh at the comical chibi violence, at the same time you acknowledge that it's a pretty fucked up act of suppressing one's innate human desires.

It's not a date, they just sit and talk <- the water in which Exarch is being slowly boiled.

I rarely talk about the visuals, but here I intended to make it look like a magical moment frozen in time. It's immersive, whimsical, full of color and movement. Despite the perceived warmth, the composition splits them apart, they're alone together. It’s still Raha’s pov, Vivi doesn’t seem to have any fond memories of the Source at all, we only hear about the past from his current jaded self.

An in-universe acknowledgment of the ARR arc lasting only 11 episodes x’D Though it’s all by design, it was meaningful only to Raha, while being a forgettable blip in time for Vivi.

Episode 52 opens with.... *drumroll*

NIP SLIP

I lovingly rendered that nip and I’ll make you look at it.

Ibuprofen meme would be the first thing that comes to mind, but consider the better/worse caption: "come to daddy". In all seriousness though, it’s a cool panel that I wanted to appreciate again. This IS Vivi’s pov.

The grimy beaten up Vivi creates questions that are answered in episode 53, which is yet to be released publicly at the moment of writing this. Some episodes, like 52-53 and 42-43, come in pairs that only make sense together due to the non-linear storytelling.

Yes this’s Aymeric, no I won’t say anything else :’> One thing that’s worth noting is the face Vivi makes here. And the distant, emotionless tone with which he recalls the moment of his own near-death.

Lemme spell it out even more plainly: Vivi romanticizes the moment he almost died. Exarch just happened to be present in that moment, and Vivi latched on to him as someone who would grant him escape, freedom, peace.

“A kindly wizard from fairytales”. I regret to inform you that we have two delusional fucks on our hands. Both see each other as some kinda dreamt up, idealized, mythical figures.

This miniarc isn’t over yet, but I’m wrapping up the recap here. Thanks for reading till the end~

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hii could I request Alastor x fem(or gn if you don't write fem)reader who is part of vees?? Like imagine meeting where velvet and Carmilla got into fight so can you do that but with reader and maybe like after meeting how it looked?

Hehe! I write female and how ironic is that, whilst I love Hazbin Hotel, I haven’t gotten the chance to watch the show since I am motherless broke and waiting for all of it to go onto YouTube so I am gonna have to guess this shit! Once again… kinda short, sorry!

Alastor- Little Mistake

Alastor has always thoroughly disliked the Vs of the Overlords. Vox is obnoxious and egoistical, Valentino is sensual and annoying, Velvette is bratty and loud. But you… you’re not that bad. You’re the only V that doesn’t get under his skin and he does find you interesting so, throughout most Overlord meetings, he always sideyes you whilst you’re besides Velvette to see how you’ll respond to Carmilla

And respond to Carmilla you did. Making it a big song and dance that you don’t need to respect a fellow Overlord. Overlords barely respect one another so you don’t feel obligated in the slightest to respect her, which caused much friction throughout the other Overlords and deemed the meeting over

Alastor was amused by all of it. You’re much more calm, level-headed, less loud and sophisticated as compared to your fellow Vs and you’ve proven to Alastor that you do have quite the rebellious spirit and are determined to stick to your beliefs

He is impressed. He likes that

You just made a boring, insignificant meeting about ten thousand times better by beginning to argue with Carmilla over her statements and choices, and now, Alastor is hookline sinker for what is about to happen

Alastor may or may not rub you embarrassing yourself in front of your Vs and the Overlords in your face after everybody exits the meeting room and he tracks you down effortlessly, mainly thanks to his incredible shadow magic

Everybody else is so tense and avoiding you, cringing out of their skin at your lashout to their head… except the Vs, who are cheering your stand-up on whilst Alastor is already parting from the group to speak to you about what he wants to speak about

Those piercing crimson red eyes basically glare into your soul as he proclaims with a smirk. He expresses that he doesn’t hate you like he hates your fellow Vs

“I thought you were a good girl~ that wasn’t how good girls behave, my dear”

You don’t even want to hear it from him so you already attempt to regroup with the Vs(who are all proud of you, may I say) but Alastor has other plans and he doesn’t plan for this conversation to be cut so short so rudely, so he steals away you and your time. Is he in love with you? Well, he definitely likes you more than he’ll ever admit

“Oh. You’re so inconsiderate, darling. I was speaking to you and you just turned your back. That is not ladylike at all, don’t you want to give me, at least, a smile~?”

Needless to say, Alastor did indeed both find your butting heads with Carmilla Carmine very amusing, very interesting, very fun to poke fun at and especially… quite attractive— oh god. Did he actually think that? He did. He cannot believe how quickly a simple Overlord like yourself, a member of the Vs, have managed to make him smitten in any fashion

Alastor will make his amusement over your fight with Carmilla obvious, he presses you against the wall and speaks with the radio effects on full blast to make sure you pay attention and whilst he’ll shut out your fellow Vs, he’ll make you look at him and acknowledge him

Alastor teases you nonstop through the maybe 20-30 minutes he took talking to you about the incident in that big room. He openly expresses how much he enjoyed a good girl like you going bad but he hopes you stay obedient when you come to the Hotel. You don’t know what he is blabbering on about, though, Alastor knows you’re too good for the Vs and you’ll come to get redeemed any day now

And when that day comes, he will happy rub it more into your face. Maybe, give that face a bit of a kiss before sending you off

“Ah. Ah~ it’s not creepy, it’s acknowledgment. Creepy would be me following you around all the time. I was merely entranced by your behaviours and may I say, you’re better than those mindless idiotic Overlords you associate yourself with”

[jennifer-jeong]

Fluff + Crack | L&DS x Reader Rizzing Them Up With Slang

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel

Are you guys rockin with my photo editing skills or what LMAOOOO I laughed very hard while making this

CONTENT Fluff, crack, flirting with love and deepspace men by calling them handsome, implied feminine reader in Rafayel’s because he calls you pretty lady, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOUR NOTE HELLO so I tend to play games like Genshin, Tears of Themis, and L&DS in mandarin because it’s the games native language and I speak mandarin so it makes me happy and comfy hehe. So basically I was thinking that if the characters call you things like “xiao jie” (english = ��little lady” or “darling”), you could call them something like “shuai gei” (english = “handsome guy” or “lady-killer/papi”) LOL

You see him reading on the couch in your shared apartment as you’re preparing for a date. He’s waiting for you and looks amazing so you say:

“帅哥~, 准备好了吗?” Pinyin: “shuài gē~, zhǔnbèi hǎole ma?” English (direct translation): “handsome guy~, are you ready?” English: “hey papi~, are you ready to go?”

Xavier/Shen Xinghui

He looks at you blank faced and then starts to sound out the word, trying to understand what it even means. He raises an eyebrow and says he understands that you’re saying he’s handsome but…??? So you end up explaining it to him anyways (he’s such a boomer but it’s cute because he’s YOUR boomer <3). You tell him that he indeed looks handsome and you just wanted to let him know in a funny way. He nods, smiles, and then thanks you. He puts his hand over yours and reaches the other hand to cup your cheek, making sure that you know he thinks you’re so pretty. As you giggle in response you can both feel your hearts fluttering as you press your lips together.

Zayne/Li Shen

He looks at you deadpan, almost mildly offended (teasing rizz), before going back to his book. On the inside he’s trying not to laugh because he always loves your antics and will only play dumb to tease you (he’s secretly a just a silly lil guy). You try to keep using the slang but he just continues to say “I don’t know what that means, say it properly.” You refuse because you’re pretty sure he knows this slang. After a few more tries you let out a huff and mutter something about just wanting to compliment him for being handsome or whatever while pouting. He finally breaks and chuckles, saying he loves your expressions while snaking his hands around your waist. You start to argue back but he cuts you off with kisses on your forehead, hands, and finally, lips.

Rafayel/Qi Yu

Raises an eyebrow, slightly shocked, but then makes a proud face and pretends to hair flip (zesty). He smirks because he knows what you’re getting at and he wants to make you say it again. He cups a hand to his ear facing you and flutters his eyelashes at you and says “sorry, I didn’t catch that.” You laugh at his silliness before a lightbulb appears above your head. You walk closer to him and lean down to his ear and say it again, slowly and seductively. His eyes blow wide open and he blushes hard, his face and ears turning red. He stutters and then coughs into his hand. He reaches out to grab your hand and leans his other arm on the back of the couch (nervous rizz) and says:

“对, 准备好了, 我的美女~” Pinyin: “duì, zhǔnbèi hǎole, wǒ de měinǚ~” English (direct): “yes, I’m ready, my pretty lady~” English: “yes, I’m ready to go, mamacita~”

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || This was really fun to make LOL thank you for reading! ||

[chrollogy]

ii. HIS NAME? MIYA ATSUMU

miya atsumu x f!reader

── next: iii. A meeting | series masterlist

synopsis: Somehow, your little drunken one night stand with Atsumu has turned into a big mess overnight after the media discovers it. Now, you’re accused of cheating on Semi Eita, and his fans aren’t too happy about all this.

chapter content warning: pop artist!reader, slight angst, implied alcohol use, semi mention, reader is hungover and a mess, brief mentions of bile, reader is accused of cheating, online hate, atsumu is kinda stupid, not beta read.

word count: 3.2k

notes: divider: cafekitsune. sorry for the wait !! i got caught up in other things cough iwaizumi series cough. hehe but can u tell i had a bit of fun w this chap? :3

A sharp pain abruptly awakened your drunken slumber, as though pulled violently from the serene depths of sleep, a whirlwind of reckless inebriated events rushed to your mind first thing. How cruel, you weren’t even fully sober yet your brain clearly had no qualms reminding you of your stupidity.

Upon peeling your eyes open, you were greeted with darkness, the hazy ceiling spun uncontrollably, and your body ached from head to toe. The low hum of Paris’ streets spilled from the opened window; occasional vehicles, and drunken people navigating through the warmly lit night. The cool, night breeze kissed up your bare body leaving trails of goosebumps behind—now, this really had you sobered up.

The bar. Atsumu. His hotel room.

Oh god. Now, you’ve really done it. You tried to keep a hold of yourself, and scoured your hazy mind to think of what to do next—sleep through it, and deal with it in the morning? Or escape now, and don’t look back? Sure, you weren’t heartless but you were more than confident that Atsumu was on the same page as you regarding this arrangement; in short, this whole thing was just a one night stand, nothing else. So, if you were to leave now, you’d probably never see him again whatsoever—that's that.

Taking a deep breath, you let out a low wince as your head pounded in the rhythm of your heart beat. You slowly sat up, prying yourself off of Atsumu’s weighty arm that rested atop your stomach before rolling off the bed to find your discarded clothes, and hastily put them on without waking up Atsumu.

As you faced the crimson carpet beneath, you heard a faint chime coming from somewhere in the room; you instantly knew it was yours from the familiar tone. After a few minutes of trying to navigate through the carpeted floors on your hands, and knees, you finally found your purse, its leather material cool against your palm. Atsumu’s low snores filled the silence of the room as you opened your bag, and took your phone out.

A surge of bright light blinded your eyes for a split second, making the pounding in your head ten times worse. You cursed under your breath, fingers hastily scrambling to lower down its brightness. Blinking a few times, your eyes finally adjusted to your phone screen, zeroing in on the endless strings of notifications stacked on top of another; your heart picked up its pace.

Oh, this cannot be good.

A lot of it were text messages from your manager, and publicist—a clear sign that something was indeed very, very wrong especially with the amount of missed calls, and pilling messages. Though, the one that caught your eye was a message from Semi which was sent ten minutes ago.

It was as though all blood had been drained from your body, limbs tingling with fear, and chest heaving as you let out heavy pants. You were panicking—well, who wouldn’t be? You could already tell how much of a mess this whole situation was going to be. God, you just wanted to shove yourself under the covers, and leave all this for later but if you were being honest, there wasn’t an ounce of sleep in your body anymore.

With a bated breath, you opened the link Semi sent you, pupils hastily scanning each typed word of the article,

No way. No fucking way. Not only was the article completely incorrect in every aspect but it also accused you of cheating on Semi—you may be stupid at times but never in a million years would you cheat on someone, let alone a person which the media portrayed was your supposed boyfriend.

You’d never even do this to anyone! Why was the media so quick to jump to scandalous conclusions? What benefit did they get for trying to stain your image?

As if it was second nature, you quickly swiped through your homescreen, and opened Twitter which greeted you with a flurry of notifications regarding the scandal. The first tweet to pop up in your timeline was one from Entertainment News captioned with the words you’ve already seen more than enough for the past ten minutes—you, Atsumu, Semi, and cheating. With a shaky thumb, you scrolled down, eyes carefully reading each, and every comment there was under the tweet.

You stared at your screen despite its brightness burning your eyes, gaze locked onto the hate comments meant for you as though your mind was trying to sear it into the very walls of your brain. As expected, most of them were from Semi’s fans since he was made out to be the victim in all this—you couldn’t really blame them for looking out for him but it was just all wrong.

Sure, having a one night stand with a stranger you just met in a Parisian luxury bar wasn’t the smartest thing to do but at the end of the day, celebrity or not, you were just a human after all. Though, the media was never known for its kindness in these situations because you knew this scandal wasn’t only going to affect your future projects but also your present ones—not to mention the image you’ve worked so hard to build over the course of years you’ve been in the industry.

If you were going to be completely honest, you felt absolutely pathetic. The state you were in right now screamed so—sat on the carpeted floors of Atsumu’s hotel room, clothes unruly, head violently pounding, and tears welling in your eyes; not the usual image your fans saw nor anyone else. At this moment, you weren’t Japan’s treasured artist, no, you were just plain old you; the normal human being everyone forgot existed behind the flashing cameras, and fabricated smiles.

Your nails dug into the plush material beneath you, every fibre in your body tingling with pure panic; your mind screamed at you do something, anything just to put an end to this nightmare you’ve started deep down, you knew there was nothing you could really do but take all the bitter jabs, and unnecessary hateful comments. 

A million things ran through your mind, it mirrored a storm’s eye—chaotic, swirling with violent winds, and raging azure waters yet not one idea on how to deal with all this formulated.

Calm breaths turned into shallow, rapid ones, heartbeat quickening with every short inhale, and exhale through your parted lips. The early Parisian morning was tranquil yet it felt unnerving, as though everyone was lurking in the shadows, stalking their prey—you—and waiting to pounce at the first sign of fragility.

The silence was deafening. You needed to get out of here as soon as possible—away from Atsumu, away from this damned hotel room; away, away, away as though you were a wanted convict fleeing from a crimson-painted crime scene.

And without looking back, you ran.

You ran, and ran, and ran, articles of clothing messily draped over your sticky body, and hair dancing against the cool morning breeze as your legs carried you through the deserted Parisian streets. Everything was a messy blur, shadowed hues of shops, and buildings alike whirled past with every heavy step taken, ignoring the tight pinch on the apex of your legs. Damn you, Miya Atsumu.

God, you felt absolutely sick, saliva pooled your tongue, all the consumed alcohol from last night nauseatingly making its way back up, and was already leaving an unpleasant taste in your throat—it burned like straight, hot acid, clawing at the lining of your oesophagus hard enough to make you slow down.

In, and out, in, and out, you took several deep breaths to reset yourself; to calm the violent nerves, to push down the bitter bile that lingered in your throat. A light sheen of sweat covered your skin, your mouth felt dry, and your head violently spun. It was funny, the daring contrast between the pleasures of last night, and the horrors of today—a few hours ago, your body felt like it was on cloud nine, now, it was rapidly on its way to rock bottom. Maybe even deeper.

A few more deep breaths, and you were staggering away again until you reached the familiar grandeur building of your booked hotel. The security guard at the entrance warily eyed your inebriated state as you unceremoniously climbed the crimson carpeted steps. With a dip of his chin, he pulled the door open, you could only muster a slurred ‘thank you’ before hastily heading for the elevators.

You closed your eyes, and leaned on the cool metallic wall as it ascended to your floor; somehow, the elevator made you even more nauseous than you already were. It didn’t help how the lights inside were practically bright enough to blind someone. The sound of heavy breaths filled your ears, each inhale, and exhale getting shakier by the minute as the situation dawned on you.

Sure, it didn’t look that bad but for an artist that had led an unproblematic life ‘til now, it was scary; not to mention how some of Semi’s fans quickly saw you as a target with the bull’s eye located right at your heart.

Being a celebrity didn’t necessarily mean all sunshine, and rainbows, you’ve had a fair share of hate, and unsolicited opinions directed your way but those weren’t something you couldn’t handle, being the attention of a heated scandal on the other hand was a different story, especially when the narrative was nowhere near accurate.

Deemed as your country’s pride, this scandal was sure to leave a nasty stain unless you played your cards right. What a headache.

The faint chime of the elevator reached your ears, revealing the long hallway of your floor. Forcing yourself off the wall, you slowly made your way to your room while mindlessly poking around your purse for the keycard.

“Where have you been?! We’ve been trying to get a hold of you!”

Ah. Your manager.

Just the person you wanted to see right now. Not. Her shrill voice echoed throughout the outstretched hallway, it pierced right through your temples, taking your headache up another notch. You really didn’t want to deal with this right now, all you needed was a nice, warm shower, and a much needed sleep, though, the look on her face already hinted that you were in for one hell of a morning.

She looked at your state, dark brown eyes raked your messy figure with a sigh, her shoulders dropping with pity. “Let’s get you inside, yeah? I’ll let you freshen up but we’re going to have to talk this all out.” This was typical of her, firm yet gentle, and caring, something you’ve grown to appreciate in this unforgiving industry.

The least you could do right now was to take as much time as needed to wash up, and look presentable—so you did. You stayed beneath the running water, rethinking your actions, and the whole situation. Despite your innocence in all this, regret settled deep inside your bones, so many what if’s crossed your mind.

If anything, the soft patter of water droplets hitting the ivory tiled shower floor soothed you, heavy steam that fogged up the glass door acted as a barrier from the outside world, leaving you in your own safe space—all bare, and vulnerable. A side no one has seen, no, a side no one needed to see.

After freshening up, you sat on the crimson loveseat with your manager pacing the living room back, and forth, not knowing where she should even start; you bit your lip, patiently waiting for the stern scolding coming your way.

“We—your publicist, and I—have been trying to contact you for hours,” She started. “I know you’re an adult but these kinds of situations always have consequences, and they’re never good ones.”

Before she could continue, you spoke up, “Wait—can you tell me more about him?”

Your manager sighed, hands coming up to massage her temples but nodding nonetheless. “You’re probably already aware that his name is Miya Atsumu. He’s a professional volleyball player signed with MSBY Black Jackals, and plays as their official starting setter—how did you not know about him?!”

“I don’t—I’m not interested in volleyball.” You shrugged.

God, how foolish could you be? A one night stand with a professional volleyball player was certainly not what you expected from this situation. Ah, you knew the physique he donned was for something.

“As I was saying, you still have a reputation to uphold! I’m not going to say I’m disappointed because it’s your own life, and you can do what you want but remember you’re a celebrity—wherever you are, all eyes will be on you whether you like it or not. Now, your publicist has been drafting up an official statement regarding this, so all you have to do right now is lie low, and wait for it to die down.”

Wait for it to die down.

Those were the exact same words they told you months prior during the height of rumours about your supposed relationship with Semi, and look where it got you—up until now, people still believed that you two were in a romantic relationship. In short, waiting for it all to die down was the most foolish thing you’ve heard. It’d work for other instances but not this one, you were determined to clear your name.

But for now, staying inside your hotel room seemed like an excellent idea. You couldn’t really sleep after your manager left, instead, you opted to stay away through the morning to read the official statement. Surprisingly, Atsumu’s statement shortly followed yours (you definitely did not stalk his social media.).

Despite being granted a few more days to tour around the city of love before flying home, the scandal had you confined to your hotel room. Earlier today, your manager had advised you to stay inside via text due to the amount of paparazzis surrounding the area, especially after Atsumu was spotted yesterday leaving his hotel for the airport. You had seen the photos, he donned a pair of sunnies while actively avoiding the cameras, one video even showed the volleyball star being bombarded with a ton of questions.

Doomscrolling. That’s what you were doing instead of exploring the foreign country. It lived up to its name after seeing certain posts that screamed your tarnished reputation,

You could handle a song falling off the charts but for fans to demand a ‘Semi version’ from your duet song with him stung a tad bit—you, and Semi worked on that single day, and night only for certain fans to disregard your hard work, and ask for a version without you. Whatever. Shutting off your phone, you tossed it somewhere on the bed before reaching for the remote, maybe watching some TV would help.

After mindlessly surfing a few channels here, and there, you came across a familiar face—flaxen strands, and honeyed eyes, the same ones you met two days ago. Miya Atsumu. He sat behind a long table decorated with MSBY’s logo which mirrored the raven backdrop behind him, a serious expression painted on his face. You turned up the volume, and sat up from your bed, ivory sheets rustling with your movement; even though you’ve had enough of the whole situation, you were curious as to what Atsumu had to say in all this.

Him being caught up in this heated scandal was something you still have to apologise for, personally.

Atsumu surveyed the crowd of journalists, and photographers before him, they all donned the same hungry, and eager look in their eyes—starving, and impatient for juicy information regarding the scandal. He could already predict the kind of questions they were going to throw his way, after all, he got a fair share of them via social media.

To think Atsumu was getting this much attention might have had him worried for you; he was a man of sports, and was only involved with the media for certain aspects of his career but with you, the media watched your every move.

It gave an icy shiver down his spine.

Clearing his throat, he leaned into the microphone to speak, and as if on cue, the cameras began to flash. “Thank y’all for coming ta this press conference despite a late notice. ‘M here ta formally apologise ta everyone for my reckless acts. On the flight back, I’ve done alotta self reflectin’, and realised how I acted was not a good image for myself, and the team,”

“As mentioned in the official statement released prior, I hope my individual actions don’t reflect the team’s image. Once again, I’m sincerely apologisin’ for tarnishin’ my image.”

A low murmur filled the room as Atsumu finished his formal apology with a dip of his chin. A second passed before the first question of the press conference was thrown his way, “So, you confirm that it was you, and her in those pictures?”

He nodded, not wanting to waste his breath on such a stupid question. If official statements were already released from both parties, wasn’t that enough confirmation that you, and Atsumu were the ones involved? Clearly, some people lacked reading comprehension.

“Were you aware of her relationship with Semi Eita?”

Didn’t your statement also state that there was never a romantic relationship to begin with? Seriously, if these were how dumb Atsumu’s questions were, he could only imagine your end of the stick. It baffled him how the media pushed this narrative so much just so they could shape it into juicy gossip for mere entertainment, though said entertainment also cost your reputation as an artist.

Nonetheless, Atsumu answered with a shake of his head, “No, I wasn’t aware but as far as I’m concerned, there was never a relationship ta begin with.”

“Look, she, and I had a fun night together in Paris. I’m sure if she was in a relationship, she wouldn’t have entertained a conversation with me.”

Atsumu wasn’t going to lie, this was starting to annoy him real bad, he already saw the questions coming but he just couldn’t see why they’re so adamant on your private life, Atsumu even felt bad for this Semi Eita guy, and he didn’t even know who he was. It was clear that these journalists were trying to milk everything out of this situation, especially with a clean-slated artist like you, their articles would surely blow up.

“A fun night as in . . ?” The journalist asked.

Atsumu tilted his head, a small smile painted on his rosy lips, it was anything but innocent, “I’m sure ya, and I know exactly what that means, yeah?” This caused a small chatter amongst the press

His very words spilled from the TV speakers of your hotel room. Speechless. You were absolutely speechless to the point where your jaw unceremoniously hung open for a few seconds. How stupid could he get?! Where the fuck was his PR team? You facepalmed, he practically just added more fuel to the fire after telling the media you two slept with one another. How great.

Miya Atsumu you stupid fucking volleyball player. —

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[tm87lord]

it's been a month since i started streaming (and therefore just over a month since i started trying out pixel art) so i'm sharing my brb screen and a couple of the other short pixel animations i've made exclusively in regular procreate for my twitch channel!!!! also i truly just forgot to share these here sorry.........

i'd always planned on just streaming as myself instead of having a character to stream with, but since it felt way too awkward to draw myself in my usual art style for a pngtuber......i started trying out pixel art instead a little over a month ago (?)..........and now my entire overlay is pixel art.....

i was also incredibly worried that i wouldn't be very talkative and that just watching me stream my art progress would become boring for those who stopped by, so i decided to add some interactive features like gacha-type commands for viewers to play with

but i also wanted a fun way to advertise said commands while giving viewers the option to focus on something else visually

so, inspired by those subway surfer/minecraft parkour reddit videos (lol) i tapped into my old flipnote hatena days and added a TV of various animated "channels" and "ads" to my overlay that can be turned on with the command !tv

(i have since proven that i'm actually an S grade yapper but the tv is still a fun time for everyone)

all of my channels (like everything else on my stream) are an amalgamation of media i've loved in the past, my personality/likes, and things i've watched on tv growing up!!

and yes that's indeed a self-insert shoujo anime jotaro confession episode based on my animal crossing island ok it was serious business and very involved.....

also everything was made entirely in regular procreate on ipad on a small 134x102px canvas! i have a tendency to not use shortcuts and use my art programmes like a caveman would, so i actually did not realise that the animation assist feature existed until the final 2 animations whoops

which meant to check the frames per second i would be test-exporting all of my layers (that i onion-skinned by hand lol) as an animated gif just to check the animation progress!!! i have since started using the assist but we started off truly dabbling in some unga bunga art fellas

anyway, thanks for reading all this if you did hehe i just wanted to document some stream stuff on my blog since i've been using this thing since 2013 and plan to keep using it for much longer.....have a good day and feel free to stop by and say hi during streams :¬)

thank you for being here!

[konnosaurus]

Can I see smol Duck pretty please?:3

well, i cannot say no to a duck request like this hehe! i am a duck enjoyer indeed! though to be honest i am an enjoyer of most characters, i have positive feelings (or at least a fun dislike, the sort where you go 'aargh this fool is back!!' and laugh at them) for almost everyone. in fact, i can only think of one character i actively dislike! (it is flynn. sorry flynn enjoyers, i am glad you get something out of him!)

i've got a few art notes (and a little duck note!) below the cut

i had so much trouble with the pose on this one, i think something about his shape made it really hard to bend him, but i didn't really like the way he looked when i tried side or front-on poses. these little engines are really fun to draw because i get to mess with shapes and poses in ways the trains cannot usually bend, which gives me something different to think about! the relatively thick lines and small canvas also means i cannot get bogged down in details, as there simply isn't enough space to fit every single tiny detail, and i like that challenge. if anyone has any specific engines they would like to request, feel free to ask, but as i only have a limited amount of time to draw (and i have plans for some non-smol-engine ttte art in the works) i may not get around to them quickly!

while drawing this i was watching a whole bunch of duck and duck adjacent episodes, and recalled that he is in two moments i feel are very amusing, so i have attached those below hehe.

he's just a little idiot i love him so much, he is having so much fun being lightly rude to oliver. what a legend.

[kurishiri]

6.5 . . . “ talent as a plaything ”

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— 🍸 his side story, chapter 6.

— cw: dub-con (will put in between dividers), alcohol consumption.

Alfons: ...Hehe, following me aaall the way to such a place, such a naughty girl you are, aren’t you.

Kate: !?

This was a room in the back of the pub with an aphrodisiac-like smoke wafted, able to make one feel more sensitive.

I wrapped my arms around her waist; it was the perfect place to do naughty things, and she had followed me all the way out here without a care, foolishly so.

Kate: Wh—Alfons!

The moment Kate opened her mouth, it seemed she had inhaled a lot of the smoke, causing her legs to reel.

(I was aware that she was fuming about how she would grasp my weakness and whatnot so that I wouldn’t be able to just do as I liked...)

(But to think her naïve honesty would bring her all the way out here... to say I feel bad for her is an understatement: I’m just impressed at this point.)

Alfons: You could not be more painfully obvious in your tailing. Truly a hopeless little miss robin you are.

(It’s indeed true that I was thinking rather than remembering about the mission,)

(it was better to simply let your mind to be filled to the brim with thoughts of me, but——)

I didn’t mean it to be this much either, if I was completely honest.

Lady in a lingerie: Ohh, Al, who’s that?

Long black-haired lady: My, she’s just adorable... say, would you like to join in on the fun?

Shirtless man: You must’ve been through some rough patches, right? We can forget about all of it here.

Alfons: ...is what they all said.

A: Care to join?

As though intoxicated, Kate looked up at me with dazed, wet eyes.

(See... your eyes are wet as they were before,)

(but I much prefer this.)

I thought back to how she was trembling and petrified at a loss for words the night we were at the slums, where blood splattered and cries rang.

And——how while she was frightened, she had said she wanted to face reality, with those childish eyes filled with naïvete.

—— Flashback ——

Kate: But... if you or Ellis had gotten hurt in there, I...

K: I would have thought, ‘Oh, what a play’ and just stood there... when I could have done something to help!

Alfons: ... (O_O)

Kate: And I... that scares me... how could I not...

Her heart and body were so soft, just the small touch of a claw would probably hurt her,

and yet she insisted facing this thorny reality head-on——

She didn’t even have a moment’s hesitation to temporarily escape this reality.

(You can simply paint over all the memories of the night that’s left you so positively petrified in fear with pleasure.)

(And that goes twice for you, seeing that you were trembling to the verge of tears at the prospect of how ‘I might have been killed’ and whatnot.)

There was no point in shedding such tears, so...

Alfons: So, come now, let us play together again once more tonight... “my most adorable lover.”

—— End flashback ——

And just like that——I deceived the person who had worried about my life as we made love.

She seemed quite pure, hardly seemed used to playing in this way, so such an incident was so shocking, it surpassed the fear.

(Very fitting for a fleeting entertainment to forget reality.)

As proof of that, she was so caught up in chasing after me,

the fear and anxiety borne from that tragedy didn’t bother to follow after her.

(All you need to do is drown yourself deeper,)

(filling your mind with pleasurable, naughty things,)

(until you leave the castle a month from now.)

Kate: ah...

I slipped my fingers in the gap of her blouse, and Kate’s body reacted sensitively.

Her body trembled, my thighs pressed on hers.

Kate: ah...p-please...stop...

(Aha, I see you want to resist with all the strength you can muster... how I feel bad for you.)

(It’s truly a shame that I’m not the good-hearted man who will stop at that.)

Long black-haired lady: Hehe... what a green reaction... say, could I feel you as well?

A regular of this room and a ‘friend’ murmured.

Alfons: Now that just won’t do. You see, she’s a new favorite of mine.

Long black-haired lady: Ehh? That’s rare...

(I will only be involved with such an earnest one like herself for a month anyhow...)

(So I don’t have any intention of making her acquainted with playmates and going so far as to drive her life mad even after she’s been freed.)

My ‘friend’ reluctantly drew back before initiating a passionate kiss with another lady.

Meanwhile, Kate, perhaps due to the drug’s influence, seemed to become more sensitive, as she leaned into my arms.

Alfons: It’s as though keeping your guard up never crosses your mind.

I traced her outline, and when my hands crawled between her legs,

Kate’s waist started to tremble, as though she was anticipating the pleasure about to come.

(...Hehe, how pitiful.)

(To think you so willingly do as I wish...)

Kate: a-ah...hyaa...? W-why am I...

(It’s because you remembered the pleasure from being fondled here.)

Alfons: Dare I say, I’m quite intimately familiar with every spot that makes you tick. Every one, that is.

A: After all, our relationship has become something more... yes?

My fingers slipped in her undergarments, and I stroked that place, having been swollen from the expectation.

They became wet there, and with my fingers now doused in her fluid, it was easy to slip right in.

Kate: Mn, sto...ah, uhh... n-no...

Alfons: ...Aha, your lips say to ‘stop,’ and yet you’re quite wet here now.

A: Would it perhaps be safe to assume that when you were on my heels from the pub, you were anticipating this?

Kate: I wasn’t... anticipating... anything...

Alfons: Oh, is that so? Or is what I’m seeing before my eyes a mere facade...?

A: You see, the fragrance you inhaled is able to elevate a certain sensation to a certain extent——

A: So I reckon in your case, it’s simply spurring your obstinate nature, perhaps...?

(Well, all that’s bollocks.)

But Kate had no way of knowing such a thing as she unevenly panted in my arms.

Alfons: ——How about I bring out what is truly in your heart?

I looked around the bed.

Alfons: Ahh, look at what we have here. This will do.

While continuing to fondle with Kate, I grabbed a hand mirror that had fallen on the bed.

When I slowly lowered my arms, Kate’s gaze, in a daze, followed.

(She just doesn’t know what’s going to happen to her, now will she.)

Seeing her neither anticipating nor rejecting the obscene play was refreshing, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

(Truly, what a pitiful, darling little robin.)

I turned the mirror, which was positioned below her abdomen and between her legs, face up.

Kate: ——Wh, no...!

My fingers, which were wriggling in her disheveled skirt, was reflected on its surface, and seeing that, her body jumped.

Holding it down with my arms and body, I widened the gap of her undergarments and inserted my fingers into her wet spot,

and she trembled, her insides squeezing on them.

Kate: N-noo...

Alfons: So you say, but see here, you feel really, really good right now, no?

Seemingly in disarray as she panted, she couldn’t completely conceal her excitement,

and her fluids overflowed and dripped on the mirror.

(Hehe, so you enjoy this sort of thing as well, do you.)

(I must say... you do seem to have quite the talent as a plaything.)

Alfons: Now, how about you cease your efforts to search for something that does not exist at all, such as my weaknesses and whatnot. It is all futile at best.

A: Instead, give yourself in to pleasure, why don’t you?

Kate: ah, ah, ah...

No longer able to bear it standing, Kate collapsed onto the canopied bed.

Alfons: See, you would like to feel even more pleasure, don’t you?

I turned her body over and went on top,

and Kate stared me directly in the eyes.

(...?)

All of a sudden, the light returned to her eyes, which had just been dimmed by the shady smoke in the room.

The lewdness of her eyes was replaced by a somewhat pained, hurt look.

(Ahh... could it be...)

(She’s probably thinking how she ‘doesn’t want to make love on the same bed I’ve slept with other women on’ and whatnot.)

Kate: gh...

——As expected, she pushed me as though to send me flying.

Alfons: Whoops.

Kate: ...I-I’m heading back——!!

The moment she got off the bed, the hand mirror fell to the floor.

And as if this were a dramatic enactment of a scene, and with the feeling of a spectator, I heard the mirror break and shatter.

Alfons: My, is that so? Do be careful on your way back then.

(It seems she did come along with Roger and Liam, after all.)

(So even though she’s clearly still turned on, she will be picked up by them safely if she heads out to the city, I imagine.)

While I thought this as though I hadn’t been the perpetrator, I looked on at Kate’s back,

trembling like a small animal would, and as though mustering her will, she turned around.

Alfons: ...Did you need anything else? Or perhaps you have some lingering desire to continue where we left off?

Kate: I...

K: I wanted to say that you better cut back on the liquor, and don’t stay up all night. Unless you want to destroy your body. That’s all!

(.........What?)

While still surprised, Kate became red to her ears before leaving like the wind.

(She had just gotten caught up in such a naughty scenario, and yet she’s worried about me...?)

Alfons: ...Pfft, ahahaha!

Without thinking, I burst out into laughter, holding my stomach.

Alfons: Haa......... truly, what a fool you are.

Looking on at the door which had been loudly shut, I bit back my laughter.

Someone like herself was much better suited to find someone who could love her to the fullest, and end things on a happy note.

And when she someday left the castle, I was sure that, just like now——she would glare at me with her face red as she left.

(When that time comes, I wonder if she will still worry for me like she does now.)

(Or perhaps, I may be able to hear something even more colorful than ‘you devilish fiend!’)

Alfons: ...I do look forward to that time.

As if trying to rid the rest of my laughter with liquor, I reached out for the cocktail glass on the bedside and brought it to my lips.

Behind me, the merrymaking continued as it always did——

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[koifsssh]

okay first things first

a) i am insane

b) i really like clowns

so put these two things together and what do you get?

you get clown rainy of course!!! look at him go!!!

I should probably explain what's going on, so i will! I had made clown rainy... and then sort of made an au centered around that idea, not that i really think of it as any proper au, since it's mostly for oc's and such! with that out of the way i will explain his acts! yippee!

he is a dreamer! a wanderer of the stars, if you will! He does tightrope and trapeze! At least, that's what i think fits him best!

his stage name is the Sleepwalker! very sleepy, very tired, you get the gist! they call him that because he's often mistaken for having his eyes closed on the tightrope, so they think he's "sleepwalking"!

his solo shows are mostly calmer segments, im not sure how to describe it really. usually he has a microphone attached to him, so he may talk to the audience! however, he's usually talking to himself really, but thats what they come for!

Rainy's ramblings are sort of hopeless romantic, but some of the things he says can be comedic as well, it depends really...

his shows are supposed to leave you sighing, if that makes sense! my favorite quote of his is this;

"I hope you don't make fun of me, but i've always wanted to dance amongst the stars... haha, do you think i would be good at it? Oh, if i had a partner with me we could dance on the rings of Saturn, that would so lovely, wouldn't it? ...Oh well, i suppose it's alright, i don't mind dancing alone, the stars are always a witness..."

on another note, he's a duo with Maverick! (because of course he is!)

they are very silly together, a couple of clowns... a clown couple... clowns...

they do various bits together!

though, admittedly, Rainy's favorite bit to do with maverick is to gently smack him in the face, he thinks its hilarious

very silly indeed!

(also! note! yes, i know, rainy's design did quite change a bit, but just know the colored reference is the one i'm going with! as much as i love a good clown, they never cease to make it difficult to draw...)

i should probably note that the au so far has mostly been about them specifically...

hehe, it was probably obvious though!

[missygoesmeow]

just having some fun, im sure someone has already done this. its not finished but i have the attention span of a person with a very not good attention span

hehhehehehehehehehe i made myself laugh for like ten minutes idk if it will stay in there but i thought it was cute hehe the mouse outfoxed the cat indeed

[knizuu]

*me reading all dem tags: I’m hyped :>

Oh no, I think the Fang hyperfixation is coming back a little -

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